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Grinding (Kellic)

Anonymous asked: idk if your still doing it or not but 9 kellic please :)

9. grinding

"So," Vic says slowly. "What’d you do to get in here?"

We’re sitting together in an empty classroom after school. We’re in detention, but the teacher has left us alone for the moment with a threat to not be doing anything when she comes back.

I shrug and don’t answer Vic’s question. It’s not because I don’t like him; in reality, it’s because I like him a little too much. I turn away, hoping my hair will cover my face and the blush that is probably forming on my cheeks. It doesn’t.

"What?" Vic asks, standing up and making his way over to my desk. "Sorry, I didn’t mean to—”

"No, it’s okay," I say, looking up at him. God, he’s so hot.

"Well, uh…" He runs a hand through his hair, seeming suddenly confused as to why he’s standing only a few feet in front of me. "Never mind, then."

"Wait," I blurt before he can head back to his own desk. "I, um…"

Vic tilts his head. “Yeah?”

Kellin, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?

I stand up and kiss him.

For a moment he just stands there, obviously surprised, but then he does something I didn’t expect: He kisses back.

It doesn’t stay soft and sweet for long. He grabs my face with one hand and my hip with the other. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him closer and opening my mouth. He slides his tongue in, and then, his lips never leaving mine, he picks me up and throws me against the wall.

I wrap my legs around his waist, and he holds me steady as I start to grind my body against his. He moans into my mouth, breaking the kiss to whisper, “We shouldn’t be doing this here.”

I tangle my fingers in his hair and pull him back in. “Come to my place later, then.”

He lets out another soft moan, leaning in close. I can hear his breath hitching a little. “It’s a date,” he says. Then he takes my free hand in his and pins me to the wall with it, grinding his own body against mine. A small gasp escapes me, and that’s when I hear footsteps.

"Shit," Vic mutters. In a flash, we’re both back in our seats, hoping the teacher won’t notice our breathlessness or red faces. Just before she walks through the door, Vic mouths, "Later?"

I nod. Later.