Kellic One-Shots

-Touch Me, Not Feel Me-

Every touch on his pale skin felt like fire; branding his flesh with the permanent feel of the rough, calloused hands that ran their ways seductively up his thighs, to his feminine hips. The large, tanned hands felt themselves up on his pale, scarred chest and stomach, claiming the territory as their own. He laid helplessly on the slightly uncomfortable mattress yet the dull ache in his back was replaced with pleasure induced feeling of those damned tan hands feeling his body.

The hands gripped onto his hips to stop him from squirming, goosebumps forming on his skin as the heavenly moans left his rosette lips. The Hispanic man above him, thrusts no where near delicate, led by lust and eagerness to get off. His groans blended so well with the moans of the smaller, pale boy, yet he never heard the tune as the younger one did. To him, it was just a plead to go harder, faster; slowly cracking the delicate vase beneath him. He never cared to hear the music they made with one another, he never cared to notice how well their bodies moved in sync, whereas the blue eyed beauty noticed every little detail.

Details from the tan mans hooded eyes, long wavy tangled hair, the way his bottom lip trembled as he got near his climax, the way his body slid against his own ever so perfectly, the way his hands fit like puzzle pieces of the young ones hips, as if the curves and molding of his body was meant just for him. Yet, he never dared voices aloud how well their hands mended together as the tan boy pinned his arms above his head, a spine chilling , pleasure induced moan leaving his lips as he finished inside his toy.

Kellin, the small boy, moaned in sync with his crush as he too climaxed, his thighs shaking and eyes closing tightly as his high racked his body in such a way only Vic could.

In the moment, he wanted to do nothing more than grab the back of the older mans neck and kiss him with such passion and love, but he knew he couldn't. He especially knew he wouldn't ever get to when the older man pulled away, cleaned himself off, got dressed and left without so much as a goodbye, leaving the naked boy still on his bed.

Fragile tears slid their way down his reddened cheeks, his heart cracking a little more as it did every time he let Vic use him. He thought maybe just maybe, he would one day realize he wanted more than sex with Kellin, but Kellin knew that was a distant dream. He knew he wasn't beautiful enough. He knew he wasn't worth the time or energy. He knew he wasn't worth the attention of the man he loved dearly yet all he'd ever be was a fuck buddy.

However, on the other side of the door, Vic's hand rested on the door knob gently, hesitation radiating from his rigid figure. His forehead pressed against the wooden frame, his mind racing and heart yearning for the love and affection from the young, pale, beautiful boy. But he knew he couldn't. He already let himself go by getting in too deep with his feelings for Kellin, he couldn't let him know and he couldn't wrap the fragile boy up in his arms like he wished he could every day. The reason he came around for sex was because that was the only way he could remotely get close to Kellin in any form of "affectionate" way.

He so badly wanted to make love to the youngest, he wanted to kiss him, tell him he loved him, but he couldn't. He couldn't because of the danger he'd put him in, the secrets of his past would scare the poor boy away in a heart beat and he knew that Kellin would get seriously hurt if he were to ever get involved with Vic in more than a fuck buddy scenario.

Interrupting the mans contemplation of going back into Kellin's room, his phone vibrated in his pocket. A simple text was all it took for Vic to quickly leave, trying his hardest to forget the ache in his heart from departing from the boy he was so madly in love with.

"We're waiting." Was all the text read and Vic knew that by the end of the day, another man would probably be dead by his hands as he was forced into a family gang at such a young age. There was a way out, and that was for himself to get killed, so he sucked it up and lived the dangerous life as a man who dealt drugs, murdered people, illegally sold guns and such.

Kellin remained unmoving on his bed, thoughts of the mexican beauty flooding his mind. He just wanted to know he was worth it. He knew Vic was in it just for sex, yet deep down he also had the feeling that he wasn't the only one of the two to notice how well they would fit together. He had self harm scars across his torso, and stretch marks on his thighs, and he knew he wasn't the most beautiful boy, so he wondered why Vic would want to be with him in any sort of way, even if it was platonic sex. Maybe he was just easy. Maybe he just let his heart get to him before his head, and let the yearning to remotely even see the mexican boy take over.

He was unsure, but one thing that was one hundred percent positive was that they were hurting one another by breaking apart, by calling it platonic yet it totally wasn't; the opposite actually. Yet neither of them had the guts to break it to one another, so instead they lived with the constant pain of being apart when all they wanted was to be together.

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[950+ words]
I honestly don't know what this trash is, im in the car on the way to ohio rn so I'm bored as HE CK and pulled this outta my ass, but oh well. Im working on some requests rn so I hope to get some done too but yeh. :)

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