Breathless-Kellic (BoyxBoy)

Chapter Twenty Nine

Kellin POV
"Harder!" Vic begged from underneath me. He arched his back, his eyes closed in ecstasy. I pulled out before thrusting back in more roughly, making him moan my name.

"Feels so fucking good," he whimpered, digging his nails into my back. I hissed from the initial pain, but continued thrusting in as I jerked him.

We came at the same time, crying each other's names along with quite a few curse words. I pulled out, falling next to him and wrapping an arm around his waist.

"I love you," I whispered, nuzzling my nose in his neck. He let out a giggle, cuddling close.

"I love you too," he mumbled, running his fingers through my hair. We were silent as I pulled back and looked into his eyes.

"Kellin?"

"Yeah?"

"...marry me."

"What?" I gasped.

He looked nervous, biting his lip. "Marry me?"

"Vic, I'm not even halfway through senior year!"

"I know. I was going to wait until you'd graduated, but I can't. Please?"

"Vic..." I hesitated. "I can't. "

His face dropped and I felt terrible. I opened my mouth to say something else, but his gaze had dropped to his hands.

"Vic, I-"

"No, I understand," he whispered, tears pricking his eyes. I felt like such a douche, knowing that one of his biggest fears was being rejected.

He Turned his back to me-something that he's never done before-his shoulder shaking the slightest bit. "Goodnight, Kellin."

"Vic-"

"I love you."

I sighed, knowing that he was going to run from his problems just like he always did. I scooted closer and wrapped an arm around his prominent hip, holding him close to my body.

"I love you too. Goodnight. "

Vic POV

The next morning, I woke ip before Kellin. I looked down at his perfect sleeping face, smiling a little. I got up slowly, throwing in some sweats before walking out to the kitchen.

I thought if what happened last night, feeling dumb and rejected all over again. I let out a quiet sob as I turned to do the dishes.

I didn't deserve to cry. I should just suck it up. So what if he didn't want to marry me? So what if he doesn't want to stay with me forever?

I let out another sob. Bad way to think, Vic.

And he's only a senior in high school. How could I be stupid enough to believe that he would want to marry me now? And am I even worth marrying?

"Yes, you are."

I jumped, dropping a dish and hearing it shatter. I jumped back but I was too late. It had cut up my bare foot.

"Vic," Kellin sighed, walking over to me while avoiding the glass. He held his arms for me and I reached out, letting him pick me up and carry me to the kitchen table. He quickly ran to the bathroom and grabbed the first aid kit, hurrying back to me.

"Are you alright?" He asked, kneeling down to clean up the cuts on my foot. I nodded, hissing when he began spraying god knows what on it.

It was silent between us, and I wiped away my tears when I thought he wasn't looking.

"You are, you know. Worth marrying," he said suddenly, looking up at me as he finished wrapping my foot and stood up. He took my face into his hands. "You are worth marrying. I need you to know that, okay?"

Tears filled my eyes and I nodded, looking away from him. I guess I had been talking I myself.

"You're worth everything and more, which is why I'm saying yes."

What?" I asked, shocked. He looked determined,staring me straight in the eye.

"Yes, I'm going to marry you. I want to marry you. "

"I don't want you saying yes just because you feel guilty," I mumbled, looking away agin. "Plus, you're only a senior. "

"I'm not saying it because I feel guilty!" He exclaimed, pulling me in so every inch of my body was on his. "And I don't care. Now give me my fucking ring. "

He smiled at me and I smiled back, although still a little worried. This was a big decision, and I didn't want to influence him.

But still, I pulled away and walked to ny room, taking the ring box out of the drawer and walking back. He was waiting expectantly, smiling happily. But I still had to make sure.

I took the ring out if it's case, just a simple silver band, and held it out to him. "Are you sure?" I asked one more time. He nodded and I slipped the ring in his finger.

"I think we should elope," he whispered to me, his arms wrapped loosely around my hips.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Tonight. I want you to be officially mine already."

"Then what are we waiting for?" I smiled.

We were going to get married.