More Than A Fan (Cashby & Kellic)

19.

Austin's POV

"You think you're so funny." Alan muttered glaring at me.

I laughed and threw another noodle at his head.  We were at his place in the kitchen and he decided to make lunch but it was a disaster since I decided to pour the tomato sauce all over his head.

"If you think about it. It's payback for pushing me into the fountain." I said laughing.

"Well at least yours was just water! Kellin's gonna kill me for you make this mess!" He shouted throwing a handful of noodles at me.

"Hey! Stop!"

"No you asshole."

His eyes narrowed as he threw sauce at me and more noodles. I pouted and walked over to him wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Al, chill."

"You're telling me to chill! Look what y-"

I shut him up with a kiss. He sighed and kissed me back. I pushed him back against the counter and lifted him up onto it so I could stand in between his legs.

I pulled away from him and he smiled before pulling me back kissing me harder. He fingers tangled in my hair making the sauce make a squishy sound but we ignored it and kept making out in the kitchen.

"What the fuck is wrong with you two dumbasses!? What are you? Five!?"

Alan jumped away and hit his head on the cabinet and looked over at Kellin who was glaring at us.

"Its Austin's fault."  Alan said to him.

"Why would you- spaghetti sauce? My kitchen!?" Kellin whined, "Do you know how hard I-"

"Kells, chill I'll clean it up," Alan said laughing.

"Clean it before Vic gets here," He said narrowing his eyes before leaving.

"He's so high strung," I remarked.

"Yeah I know. I have to live with him."

"I can hear you two," Kellin yelled. "And I am not high strung!"

Alan rolled his eyes, "Yes you are!"

"Am not!"

"Whatever!"

"Let's just clean this before he freaks out even more," I said looking around.

"I think you should clean it up since you started it."

"You're helping me Mister."

"But I don't wanna." He whined.

"Alan! You're helping him clean it up!" Kellin ordered, "Oh hi Vic!"

He groaned and got off the counter, "Get to work Austin. I'll be your supervisor."

"Alan!" I whined.

"This mess isn't going to clean itself."

"Get over here and help me."

"Nope."

"Just remember that next time you want me to fuck you," I muttered and started cleaning.

He pouted, "Jerk."

"Whatever."

"Whatever."

"I don't like you anymore."

"Mhm okay."

"It's true I don't, and if you don't help me I'm going to tell on you."

"Who are you gonna tell? My crazy mother?"