Hide Behind Trouble - Kellic

19. I'd Rather Make Out

School the next day was eventful.

Everyone kept glancing at me. As if they knew. I knew that couldn't be true, unless someone found out or Oli told someone, which was highly unlikely, but I was still paranoid. It was just the fact I was gone for two weeks and I was a known figure in the school.

Despite keeping my attempt as under wraps as possible, I'm pretty sure the teachers knew. At least, some of them. They kept giving me sympathetic looks, asking how I was. Usually they'd be giving me small remarks to stay out of trouble.

Of course, they were just pitiful questions, no one actually gave a damn. No one would care for me anyways.

Finally, I was let out of that hell and picked up by my mother.

"Ready to go to Vic's?" She asked.

"I thought it was on Tuesdays and Fridays," I pointed out, slightly disappointed. I was happy to see Vic, but what I wanted more than anything was to go home and sleep.

"Oh! I guess he didn't tell you, but he invited us all over for dinner with his father."

"O-Oh." Meeting the parents now, are we.

We drove to Vic's familiar small house. Three cars were already in the driveway, one I recognized as Vic's. My mom pulled me inside.

"Kellin!" Vic greeted me with a smile and pulled me into a tight hug. I enjoyed it while I could, realizing just how much I loved being in his arms.

"Meet my father and my brother, Mike," Vic pulled me out of the hug and introduced me to the two men, my father standing beside them. I recognized one of them as the sheriff I'd met weeks ago, and the other I guessed was Mike.

"Nice to meet you two," I greeted them.

"You're the Kellin Vic Vic doesn't shut up about?" Mike asked.

I blushed. "Y-Yeah, I don't know any other Kellin's."

Mike chuckled. "Alright, come on, let's eat."

We sat down, Vic claiming a spot beside me, and waited for the food to be served by Mike the, apparently, amazing chef. I scratched my arm under the table while everyone spoke, Vic remaining oblivious while having a conversation with my dad about god knew what. Surprisingly, though, I felt someone grab my hand and when I looked up it was Mike who had stopped me.

"Dude, you're making your skin red," he pointed out in a whisper and continued eating his food. I nodded, and began eating mine with one hand while taking Vic's hand with the other. He didn't flinch or pause his conversation, only took it in his own and continued ranting.

By the end of the night, Vic and his family has stuffed me as if it were Thanksgiving. I could barely stand without the help of Vic.

"I don't wanna leave you," I pouted at Vic. "Mom!" I shouted, even though she was right beside me.

"Yes, Kellin?" She sighed.

"Can I spend the night at Vic's?" I pleaded, wrapping my arms around his waste.

She sighed. "It's a school night, you can Friday though."

"Meanie," I grumbled and pulled Vic into a kiss.

"Since when was this a thing?" Vic's father asked.

I shrugged. "Awhile." My mother grabbed my arm and, after short goodbyes, we drove home. I didn't bother with homework, I rarely ever did and by now the teachers were so sympathetic with me I could get away with not doing my homework for the next week or so.

Sleep it was.

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"How are you Kellin?" Vic asked Tuesday afternoon. I was sprawled out on his couch, picking at my nails while he asked questions.

"Gucci," I mumbled. "How are you? Did you tell your dad you didn't wanna be a stupid lawyer?"

Vic rolled his eyes. "I'm getting on that. How've you been the past few days? Getting out of the hospital and all?"

"Uhh, fine." I didn't want to answer any questions about myself, I'd rather pin Vic to a wall and kiss him, but I'm sure he wouldn't allow that. I think-

"Are you uh.. gonna tell me why? Did something happen beforehand, to cause you to do what you did?" Vic's voice was quieter as he leaned in.

I shrugged. "I don't know," I mumbled, though it came out as a jumbled mess.

"What?"

"I don't know," I repeated, louder, and looked at Vic. "I just- It doesn't matter. Can't we just forget what I did and move on, go back to normal? I'll get in trouble all the time and you'll come in and save my ass-"

"No, Kellin, this is important! I nearly lost you! Can't you just- talk to me?"

I opened my mouth to argue, but shut it and turned around, curling up on the couch and pouting. No, I couldn't talk to him. What was I supposed to say? I did what I did, it wasn't that important. In fact, they should've just let me done it. I wasn't that important, they were putting too much effort in a lost cause.

Vic laid next to me, wrapping his arms around my torso and pulling me close. "I'm sorry, baby. I just want you to be okay, to be open with me. You know it's not okay to keep it all in." He played with my hair, twirling it around in his finger.

I turned to face him, pecking his forehead. "I know, I know. It's not that easy, though," I whispered. We locked eyes, and I found myself getting lost in them. He was so perfect.

I leaned in and kissed him. Long, sweet, and far better than anything I'd ever done. Better than when I kissed Oli, or that boy from six grade, or that guy I had a one night stand with- What was his name, Joseph? Justin? Jesse? I think I kissed all of those boys, actually.

Before I knew it, the kiss had grown more eager. Vic was trying to be dominant, but to his dismay he failed and I found it adorable. He wrapped his legs around my waste, grinding against me. I moaned, pulling away for a breath and smiling down at him.

"Getting eager, are we?" I whispered.

"Mhm," was all Vic murmured before reconnecting our lips. I shoved my tongue down his throat. Normally, I found the action disgusting, but the moans that came from Vic's mouth were enough to make me continue.

I sat up, his legs still wrapped around my waste, and lifted him up. I slammed him against the wall. I guess I would be getting what I wanted.

Vic pulled away, though, panting while he craned his neck. I took that as my chance and attacked his neck, sucking and kissing everywhere while Vic quietly moaned.

"Okay, okay," Vic pushed me away, unwrapping his legs. "That was.. fun, but we're here for a purpose."

"What if I'd rather make out with you for hours?" I asked.

"Then we can do that Friday, when you sleep over." Vic winked.

I grinned. "Alright then, Friday."

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I couldn't keep a straight face writing this
I feel so dirty
Cleanse me daddy
Wait

Anyhoe

I thought I'd be more descriptive..? I may or may not write smut in another fic at some point so i was like "why not write them making out because I've seen worse"

Sksksksks what have I done