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Chocolate/Tongue-Tied (Kellic)

keepitsurrealfanfiction asked: hey bro. can you do tongue-tied and chocolate for your pairing? x

(more Kellic woo)

1. chocolate; 6. tongue-tied

Honestly, I never thought chocolate could be so sexy. Then again, this is Kellin we’re talking about. He’s like a sex god. Of course he could make chocolate look sexy.

He’s lying on the bed, outstretched like he’s Rose from Titanic and wants me to draw him like one of my French girls. “Hello there, Vic,” he sings, smirking at me and holding a piece of chocolate right up to his lips. “So nice of you to come by and visit.”

I don’t say anything; I don’t know what to say. I’m enjoying that pose way more than I should, and he knows this. He’s known about my attraction to him for weeks now.

“Do you like chocolate?” he asks, feigning innocence. “I mean, I don’t normally share these types of things, but you’re…special.”

Ever since I started hanging out with Kellin, I began to feel something for him, something that is becoming increasingly difficult to ignore. It’s a sin, Vic, I tell myself, thinking of what my ultra-religious family would say. Don’t even think about it.

But it’s too late. I’m already thinking about it, and Kellin knows this.

“I, uh…no,” I stammer. “Look, I—I really shouldn’t have, uh, come here. I’ve gotta go home.”

Kellin tosses the piece of chocolate up in the air, catching it gracefully in his mouth. “Are you quite sure?” he asks after he’s finished.

“Uh…” Suddenly, I’m completely tongue-tied at the thought of kissing him. God, he’s so hot.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Kellin says, reaching for the chocolate box next to him and pulling another piece out. “Come over here, Vic. Don’t worry. There’s nothing wrong with it.”

He knows how much it’s been drilled into my head that homosexuality is something I’ll go to hell for. He wants me to break out of my shell, it seems.

It’s working.

Kellin eats the next piece, keeping his eyes on me the entire time. “Well, Vic?”

I can’t take it anymore.

I close the distance between me and the bed, kissing Kellin and pushing him over so that he’s on his back. Kellin reaches up and grabs my hips, kissing back. His lips taste like chocolate, so sweet that I can’t believe anyone would call it a sin. Pulling away slightly, I attempt to put my feelings into words, but it comes out like this: “I, um…”

“Yeah,” Kellin says. “Me, too.” Then he kisses me again.