Playing With Fire

Nothing Screams 'I Love You' Like Illegality

Vic's POV:

"Good morning, you horny little shits." Mike greeted us and ruffled my hair as we entered the kitchen.

"What are you talking about?" I muttered as I went to start making coffee, but Kellin beat me to it.

"You promised me pancakes, get to it." He pushed me towards the fridge and I got all the stuff to make the bater out.

"You're going to pretend you weren't practically fucking on the couch in the basement last night?"

"And you're gonna pretend you weren't making out with Tony while Pete took pictures?" Kellin retaliated as he sipped on his coffee.

Mike glared at him, but kept his mouth shut.

Tony shuffled into the kitchen towards Mike, clearly not fully awake yet, and wrapped his arms around his waist.

"Why'd you go?", Tony mumbled and buried his face in Mike's neck.

I raised my eyebrow at them and Mike blushed.

"Is there something I should know about?" I asked as I flipped some pancakes onto a plate for Kellin.

'Later', Mike mouthed and pulled Tony towards the stairs.

"They are so cute together."

I glared at Kellin, though it was true.

"Just eat your goddamn pancakes."

He grinned and grabbed the can of whipped cream that I'd left on the counter, "I have a better idea."

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"VICTORY IS MINE!" Kellin yelled as he held up the empty can.

"NOOO! WHY HAVE YOU FORSAKEN ME!", I shouted as I crawled onto his lap and tried to pry the can from his hands. He shook his head and chucked the can into the living room. I straddled him and held him down, "You're going to regret that." I was dripping whip cream and was covered in colorful sprinkles that he'd found in the cabinet. I shook my hair and rubbed as much of it as I could on him. He squealed, "Nonononono! Stop! Vic!" I took his hands in mine and held them above his head. "Say you're sorry."

"HELL NO!" He yelled and kept wriggling until his hips met mine. I gasped and tightened my grip on his hands. He bit his bottom lip while looking up at me as he tentatively brought his hips up to meet mine again. I held back a moan, and lent down, "Don't push me."

He turned his head to the side and pressed his lips against my neck, sucking lightly on the spot. I bit my lip as his lips traveled down my neck.

"Ahem." My head snapped up to the living room where Mike stood and Kellin just let his head fall back against the tiled floor. He muttered an 'ow' and Mike chuckled. "What do want Mike?"

"Well, remember that thing we have to do later? The guys are here."

I swore under my breathe and scrambled off Kellin. He laid there and I worried that he'd given himself a concussion. "You okay?"

"I'm fine, go do what you gotta do." He smiled at me, "You might wanna shower first." I nodded and rushed upstairs. I took a quick shower and ran downstairs to the kitchen where Kellin was on the counter drinking coffe and eating his cold pancakes.

"These are fuentastic, Vic Fuentes." He said through a mouthful of pancake. I smiled at his use of my last name. I walked out into the living, down the hallway, and in through the door to the basement.

"Sykes, Owens, Biersack..." the list dragged on until I reached the last three.

"Perry, Wentz, Carlile."