The Trouble On Your Lips (Kellic)

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When I woke up my eyes met the unfamiliar ceiling of the hotel room. I had the urge to fall asleep again, but when I remembered everything that happened last night I suddenly didn't want to sleep. A genuine smile formed on my lips. I turned onto my side to look at Vic. His back was facing me. I guess he rolled over during the night. With the smile still firmly planted on my lips, I moved closer and slowly slid my arm around his waist. I placed a kiss on the cold skin of his shoulder. This was so perfect.

He made a groaning sound, so I guess I disturbed his sleep. I looked out the window, seeing that the sun was barely out. It was actually quite early. He groaned again and shifted around so he was facing me. His tired eyes looked back at mine. Honestly it was the cutest sight I've ever seen.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to wake you," I whispered. He didn't say anything, he just moved closer and wrapped his arms around me. The front of this body was a lot warmer than the back. I cuddled in as close as I could to him. My head was resting on his shoulder and our legs were intertwined together. It was perfect being this close to him.

I soon heard his breathing even out and his hold on me lessen as he drifted back off to sleep. I relaxed and did the same. While I was falling asleep I once again thought about my feelings for him. Last night I came to the very sudden realization that I'm in love with him, or at least falling hard. I thought that maybe I was over reacting because we had sex, but now that it's morning those feelings haven't changed. We haven't even been together that long, plus the time that we have had together was riddled with drama because of my disorder, but through all of that I've grown really close to him. Part of me wanted to tell him, but I wouldn't because we haven't been in a relationship for very long. It would probably freak him out. He might think that I'm just some stupid school boy falling too hard and too fast. Although it hasn't been that long, it's definitely been intense. The times that we were together moved so quickly. I felt like I had been with him for months, not weeks. But still, no matter how sure I was of my feelings, I would keep them to myself, for now at least.

I fell asleep shortly after those thoughts and woke up to Vic shaking me lightly. Being a teenage boy who doesn't like getting woken up by anything other than myself, I groaned and turned away from him. We had probably only slept for another couple of hours but it was enough to leave me disoriented and tired when I was woken up again.

"Wake up, Kellin," Vic's voice was close to my ear. I mumbled something incoherent, really not wanting to be awake. I was lying on my stomach with my face buried deep into the pillow. I felt the weight on the Mattress shift and knew he had just straddled me. He kissed my shoulder, but kisses weren't enough to wake me up.

"Go away. Sleeping," I muttered but it came out all jumbled so I wasn't sure if he even understood me.

"No, get up. I only have a little bit of time left with you," he said.

"Why can't it be spent sleeping?" I asked.

"Because, I want to do something else," he whispered seductively. His hands trailed up and down my back, and just like that I wasn't so tired anymore. I rolled over with him still on top. He smiled down at me.

"Well why didn't you just say so?" I asked and sat up to kiss him. He got off of me though, leaving me confused.

"I thought that'd wake you up," he said, grinning. I groaned and fell back onto the bed.

"You're a dick," I said.

"But I brought you food," he said and stepped to the side. I saw one of those room service carts with food laid out on top of it. Suddenly I was feeling all cheery again. My smile widened when I saw that the food was pancakes.

"Pancakes! You sure know the way to my heart," I said. I felt awkward after saying that because I knew full well that he had completely infiltrated my heart. It was his to do whatever he wanted with. I pushed the thoughts from my mind as Vic pulled the cart towards me. I sat up on the bed, swinging my legs over the side. He sat next to me and we used the cart as a table.