Lose Control

8

Sex seems to be all around me today. I woke up to someone slipping in my DMs. I ignore it, of course, and open twitter to see a post from @ sexualgifs of a guy gripping a girls hair as he fucks her from behind. I immediately scroll past it, reading a tweet that says: When it's been a while since my last dick appointment with the perfect Simpsons meme of Ralph sitting on a bus with wide eyes saying "I'm in danger" it's so relatable that I actually consider retweeting it before scrolling on.

When I finally get up, I hear some phone sex commercial and change the channel to a news station talking about a play boy bunny's new book. What is going on today? I wonder, hating the mood I'm already in.

It's been a week since I last worked for Kellin. I'd gone home for Christmas holidays, but now I'm back just in time for new years eve. I'm working for him again today, then going to a party with him and Ryan tomorrow night.

"Hey," Ryan, speak of the devil, says from the doorway.

"Wassup?" I ask him, changing the channel again.

"I heard you're working for Kellin again today," he tells me. How does he always hear about these things? I guess him and Kellin are closer than I thought.

"I am," I reply, not moving my gaze from the screen.

"Is that what you're wearing?" he asks. My eyebrows furrow together, my eyes finally focusing on him.

"What?" I ask, confused. He just shakes his head, laughing.

"I don't know, I think you should step it up."

I scoff, my jaw dropping as I say, "Fuck you too, Mr. I-wear-sweatpants-everyday."

"Fine. I'll take my unwanted help and leave."

"You do that," I snort.

As soon as he leaves the room, I'm instantly self conscious. I had planned on wearing this and now I know it's not enough. I sigh, checking the time and deciding to go change. He's right, a t-shirt and jeans is a bit lame.

I look through my closet, trying to find something even halfway to his modelling looks. I pull out a jean jacket, light-tan sweater and black joggers. This is definitely better. I throw it all on, slipping on white addidas and rushing out. I can't risk Ryan seeing me and knowing he was right.

As I drive to Kellin's, I pass two provocative billboards and again question the universe's motives. When I stop in front of his house, there's even kids outside drawing hearts with chalk. Okay, maybe that was a stretch, but it's still a sign!

I walk up to the door and sigh, not yet mentally prepared to fight my excitement. It's been so long, I think to myself. The door swings open to some random guy's face and I'm instantly disappointed.

"Hey," I say. "I'm Vic, the cameraman."

"Oh! Nice to meet you mate, I'm Jaxon," he says, surprising me with an Australian accent.

I follow inside, closing the door behind me. The whole house seems to be chaotic today. There's loud music playing, clanking in the kitchen and Kellin's laundry is thrown around the hallway meanwhile he smacks products onto his face. I smile, getting an idea.

Since he hasn't noticed my presence, I run across the room, gaining speed. Once I reach his stool I grab his waist and pick him up. He yelps and I spin around.

"Vic!" he screams, embracing me once he knows who it is."I missed you." He even kisses my cheek, making me blush.

"Hey. I missed you too," I reply with a smile, not putting him down just yet. When I finally do, I'm reminded of just how damn attractive he is.