The Babysitter ✯ Kellic

Chapter Twenty-Three

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"You aren't hanging out with Tony tonight?" I yell to Mike, switching through channels on the TV. I practically hear him scoff in the other room. He walks into the living room in front of the couch, grabbing his jacket and shaking his head as he puts it on. "Why not?" I question.

"Tony is a dick, that's why not," he snaps. Honesty, a week or so ago, him being bitchy like that would be out of the ordinary. But ever since he and Vic had that argument, he's always annoyed and on edge. If he isn't either of those, he just seems distant and depressed. I don't know what Tony did, but I put two and two together and figured out that that's who they were arguing about.

"If you aren't hanging out with Tony, where are you going?" I ask curiously. Mike puts his Coca-Cola snapback on and hardly even looks at me, instead he glares. "Sorry, I was just wondering," I say defensively. I continue to flip through the TV channels while he texts somebody on his phone.

"I actually have a date," he says, finally not sounding pissed off or depressed. In fact, he sounded slightly ecstatic. I raise my eyebrows at him and smile, nodding. "And, yes, I am wearing this. It's not a very formal date, more like we're just hanging out." He puts his phone away and sits next to me, putting his combat boots on.

"Well, wherever you're going and whatever you're doing, I hope you have a good time," I say, smiling. He nods, standing up and heading towards the front door.

"Tell Vic that I'm going to be out," he says, walking out and closing the door behind him. Speaking of Vic, he hasn't come downstairs in hours and I have no idea what he could be doing. I get up off the couch and walk upstairs into our room, my heart melting at what I see.

Vic is keeping Copeland close to his chest, holding her loosely in his arms. I smile at the sight, walking closer to the bed and picking my sleeping baby up. I put her gently down in her crib and walk back to my room, staring at Vic. I crawl into the bed, making as little noise and movement as I can, trying not to wake him up. Once I'm next to him, I scoot down slightly and place my lips on his neck.

I suck lightly on his tan skin, nipping slightly with my teeth. He hums quietly but I don't make any change to my actions. We hardly ever have the house practically to ourselves like this, and even if I'm not planning on doing much, I'm still taking advantage of the opportunity. "Mmm, Kellin, what are you doing?" he asks quietly.

I lift my lips from his neck and lick them. I don't plan on answering, just like he did to me the other day. Instead, I move my lips down to his collar bone, leaving more love bites. I feel him shiver slightly and I know I reached a sensitive spot when a breathy moan escapes his lips. "F-fuck, what happened to not being ready?" he questions.

"That's two totally different things..." I reply quietly. I slide my hand down from his torso to his hips, slipping only my thumb under the waistband of his sweatpants. I glance up at him and see that he's biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut, which makes me feel at least somewhat accomplished. "You okay with this going almost nowhere?" I ask, practically dropping all the seductiveness in the whole situation.

"Oh, it better be going somewhere," Vic says, managing to flip us over so that he's on top of me. I slide my ring and middle fingers below his waistband as he slams our lips together. Honestly, by putting off sex so much, I'm only hurting myself. I mean, I get extremely turned on and then I don't get any release. At least Vic helps with that small problem by actually sticking his entire hand down my sweatpants.

He breaks our sloppy kiss for a second and just stares into my eyes. "To be clear," he whispers, taking his hands off my body and practically forcing his ass down onto my crotch, "we aren't technically having sex?"

"Unless you're willing to bottom, no," I clarify, gripping his ass under his pants. He grins and starts nipping on my neck this time, causing me to take a deep breath from the pleasure. "No holes are going to be filled, except for the pie hole," I say. He snorts into my neck and lifts his head, laughing.

"Remind me to never actually have sex with you if those comments are regular," he jokes. I hum as his hand finds it way back to my lower body. "You totally ruined the moment, though," he whispers. I shake my head (as difficult as that simple motion is) and squeeze his ass.

"I didn't ruin it, I simply made it better," I say, clenching my teeth at his touch. He chuckles, shaking his head, before going back to work on my neck. It's stupid little things like that that really prove how much I care about Vic. Even if I do it in a strange way, the feeling is still real.

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"Where is Mike?" Vic asks, maybe ten minutes after we finished totally not having sex. I give him a weird look and pull my sweatpants back up properly while he remains half naked in the bed.

"That's what you ask after we finish giving each other hand slash blow jobs; where your brother is? Not something fitting like 'why the hell is it so small?' " Vic busts out laughing and I shake my head. "Honestly, Vic, you have to ask the important questions if you want to learn anything." I glance at him and he's actually laughing so hard that he stopped making any noise.

"For the record, I didn't ask why it's so small because it isn't small," he replies through his laughter. "It's a little above average, but that's something to deal with at another time." I shrug, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "Secondly, really, where is Mike?" he repeats his initial question.

"He told me he was going on a date," I reply. "He told me to tell you that he was just out, though." I hope I didn't somehow betray Mike's trust by saying he was on a date. I mean, he is, like, nineteen, he's allowed to go on a date if he wants to. Vic nods, shutting his eyes and laying his head back. "You hardly even did anything today, are you really that tired?" I question.

He shrugs, a small smile on his lips. "You know how they say that thing, like, it isn't the size of the boat that matters, it's the motion of the ocean?" he asks. I chuckle and nod when he glances up at me. "I don't really think that's true because it's damn hard to get anywhere in a rowboat." I gape at him, laughing almost silently.

"Are you comparing me to a rowboat? Or yourself since 'the motion of the ocean' isn't my job?" I ask. "Lasting a long time isn't a disability, usually your partner enjoys that," I point out, causing him to shake his head, grinning.

"Not when you're gay and the bottom lasts longer..." he responds. I rub his arm sympathetically, pouring salt on his 'wound' of not lasting long enough, apparently.

"Maybe I just wasn't trying my hardest to drag it out," I say, standing up. "Oh, also, this is really out of place with the conversation we were just having, but would it be impossible for you to go pick Oli up?" I ask. "You know, since I probably shouldn't drive without a license."

He takes a deep breath and sits up. "Now you want to change the subject to something that doesn't fit, huh?" he teases. I roll my eyes, grinning. "But, yeah, I'll pick him up. Do I bring him here?" he questions, finally getting out of the bed.

"Yeah, he's not very far from here, either," I reply. I tell him where Oli is and then Vic is on his way to pick up my friend.