kiss me like you mean it k.q/v.f

fourteen

warning: mentions of mental abuse and self harm.

may be triggering to some readers.

"so," vic muttered awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck as he bit his lip. tony, mike, and jaime left because they conveniently 'forgot their books at school'. assholes.

kellin rolled his eyes and shook his head, walking into the kitchen and grabbing a beer. he had been to the fuentes residence so many times before, he treated it like his own house.

"stop, okay? i hate that shit." kellin said with his eyebrows furrowed, tossing the cap of the heineken beer bottle in the garbage.

vic looked confused, what was he doing wrong? he just didn't want things to be awkward between the two.

"what?" vic asked, grabbing a shot glass from the cupboard and pouring himself some vodka, to take away the edge.

"that! vic, i know you. you don't need to be awkward around me. you're my best friend, so start acting like it." kellin said seriously, downing his beer and finishing it.

vic nodded and licked his lips. kellin looked really nice from here. his black sweatpants hung way too low, making vic fantasize about things he really shouldn't. he shook his head, taking the shot and wincing at the bitterness.

"alright, i'll try not to be awkward. but it's hard when oliver won't even let me look at you." vic said with a groan, pouring another shot before putting away the tito's bottle.

kellin threw his head back in laughter, shaking his head with a grin. he got up and stood next to vic, taking the older boys shot and wincing at the taste. the mexican rolled his eyes, looking kellin up and down with a smirk before grabbing the vodka from the cupboard again.

"you're telling me 'vic the badboy' can't even talk to his fake ex boyfriend because someone told him he couldn't? that's not the same vic that blackmailed me." the taller boy said with a shrug, hoisting himself onto the kitchen counter.

the short mexican shook his head with a blush, biting his lip with kellin raised his eyebrow with a smirk.

"oh c'mon, viccy. you're seriously not gonna talk to me because your psycho ex boyfriend told you not to?" kellin asked, tugging on the other boy's shirt with puppy eyes.

vic bit his lip again and looked up into the taller boys' eyes, doing everything he could to not give into his temptations and kiss kellin.

the tall boy reached over to vic and pulled him in between his legs on the kitchen counter.

"look me in my eyes and tell me you wont talk to me because he said so." kellin said fiercely, his eyes searching vic's in desperation.

"fuck," vic mumbled, clenching his jaw in stress. the short boy then grabbed kellin's shirt and pulled the taller boy closer to him before pressing his lips to kellin's.

just as fast as the kiss started, it ended, leaving a content vic and a disappointed kellin.

"no, no, no." kellin said quickly, shaking his head and pulling vic back in between his legs. are you kidding? do you really think kellin quinn would let vic get away with that prude kiss?

vic furrowed his eyebrows. what could kellin possibly want? he already cheated on his boyfriend by kissing kellin, even if it was a baby kiss. it's not like he gave a shit about oliver, but he didn't want oliver going around spreading false information that could harm kellin.

"you don't get to make me feel all mushy and gross and then give me a baby kiss. that's not how it works." the raven haired boy said lowly, shaking his head when vic chuckled.