Trouble ▸▸ Kellic

21.

Hands traced the outline of my sides, forcing a sigh to escape between my thin lips in pleasure. Vic's hot breath muttered a 'shh' in my ear, and though I was trying my best, I couldn't help but to display how good I felt in some manner.

My shirt riled up higher, exposing more of my stomach to Vic's warm hands, which tended to linger on the spots which felt good. I felt a warmth shoot down my spine when Vic planted a sloppy kiss below my ear. The room was dark, but when Vic pulled away, I could sense his eyes were on me. I heard a barely audible chuckle softly escape Vic's lips. His pointer finger traced down my mid line to my belt, which he tucked his fingers under and used to yank me closer to him. My arms found their way around Vic's neck, dipping into the ends of his hair as our lips met hurriedly.

"Vic..." I whispered, pulling away and unwrapping myself from him. Slowly, I moved away from Vic's warmth and flicked on the light switch. The maintenance room was filled with a dim, yellow glow. Vic's eyes met mine in confusion. "What are we doing?" I questioned softly, forcing my eyes to stay open even though they wanted to squint because of the inclination of light.

"We're doing exactly what you think we're doing," Vic concluded, hands reaching out to brush along my hips. Lacing our fingers, I forced him to remove his hands, resulting with a glint of disappointment in Vic's eyes.

"It's been over two weeks since we kissed and we've been all over each other since then, but I can't help but to feel a certain disconnect. Something's missing here, am I right?" I explained, keeping my gaze on his steadily, though half of me ached to look away.

"What's missing? I thought we were both getting what we wanted; each other," Vic asked in a bemusing manner. I sighed, squeezing Vic's fingers lightly.

"Yeah, we are, but as selfish as it sounds, I still feel like there's more I want; more I need," I admitted. The truth was, I knew exactly what was missing, and from the face Vic was offering me, he had realized what it was also.

"Kellin-"

"We've known each other for almost an entire year now. That's crazy, isn't it? One year since we met, when you called me a guppy and threatened me," I spoke, a lighthearted, nostalgic laugh passing between my lips. "One year since we were designated as roommates, also. Did you ever dream this is where things would end up?"

"Obviously not," Vic joked with sarcasm, out fingers parting. "I didn't dream this would be happening until I got out of the hospital, actually," Vic added in complete honesty, a faint smile forming on his lips as he took his gaze away from mine. My heart jumped softly because of his words.

"That doesn't seem like the most appropriate time, considering I had just beat you up and all," I joked. Immediately, I felt timid because of bringing the subject up, especially because it still bothered me.

"I'm glad you did," Vic admitted. I quirked my eyebrows.

"Huh?"

"I'm glad you hit me. I was being an ass and probably deserved it after everything I had done to you and everybody else. Plus, after I was in the hospital for a little, I started to think about you and how you were a completely different person than the one I thought I knew. All this time, I always thought you were all words and no action, but I was wrong. You're both, which is good; better than me. I'm all action and no words, which is why this topic is making me a little anxious. I'm not the best about opening up about feelings and explaining," Vic rambled on and on, taking deep breaths when he ran out of air.

"You don't need to talk about-"

"No, let me," Vic persisted. "It's important, I think. Anyway, after I was released from the hospital and sent back home, I started thinking about you even more. In fact, I could never get you off my mind. It was an unfathomable feeling if I'm honest. I thought about what would happen between us; to you, also. I didn't want you to be punished for what you did. I had forgiven you long before I returned to school," Vic went into detail, his fingers lacing as he moved them around to distract himself. "I've never really discussed this with anybody, but my mom and dad aren't very good parents. Hell, I don't think they even tried to raise me properly. The second I started acting up, I was sent to the academy. I've been here for several years now and I wasn't in contact with them until they were notified of my injuries. They wanted a lawsuit, being the greedy people they are, but I forced them to call it off. After that, I just kept imagining a pained look on your face, and I knew I never, ever wanted to see that in real life. I wanted everything to return to the way it was, and I vowed to make it work," Vic added, another smile appearing. I felt my cheeks flush.

"My point is, I accepted that I was utterly allured to you before we even met again. And when I saw you, I accepted it even more."

"...Wow, so you..." I trailed off, incapable of topping everything Vic had spoken. "So you're bisexual now? I know you didn't really like guys before, and neither did I, but-"

"Liking you doesn't change anything," Vic interrupted. "Your demeanor is one of a kind; there isn't another guy out there I would remotely think of as more than a friend. If you want to stoop to labels, then fine, you can label me as bisexual. But if you want to view us as equals, gender and sexuality aren't important. We're both humans, and all that really matters is that I'm drawn to you."

He was right. It didn't matter if I was a guy or a girl, or if I was labelled as bi or not. I was simply me, and being myself, I too, was drawn to Vic. I smiled, reaching up and pulling on Vic's hair teasingly.

"You're smarter than you allow yourself to believe," I complimented, leaning in and pecking Vic's cheek. He didn't complain. "Thank you, for telling me all of that. It was really sweet."

"Look at you, being all submissive and innocent," Vic teased. I blushed again. "Don't worry, I find it rather captivating."

"Shut up," I muttered in embarrassment. "So, what I was saying earlier... I was going to ask you if we were dating," I admitted sheepishly. It seemed like a stupid question by then.

"Well, I haven't really asked you out," Vic spoke, surprising me. Our eyes met as Vic sighed, grabbing my hands, covering my palms with his. I took time to look down at them, admiring how his grip was firm yet soft and comforting all at once. "I like you a lot, but I don't do relationships."

My heart dropped. A faint ringing filled my ears as I felt myself being pulled into an alternate universe; my mind. I don't do relationships. I felt my fingers dropping from his grip, my arms falling to my side in complete stillness. After everything he said, and everything I had accepted? I had to speak, but it felt like my throat was tightening so much that I was unable to form words.

"Then w-what is this?" I asked in confusion. "What are we doing? What do you do?" I asked in addition, eyes turning pale red. Vic's expression was fairly close to blank.

"I do strands of affection and sex," he informed me bluntly.

"Oh," was all I could reply with. I looked down, letting the disappointment get the better of me.

"Hey, don't give me that look. I told you I never wanted to see that look," Vic spoke, fingers gripping my chin and forcing me to look at his face again. "This doesn't change anything. I'm not saying everything I admitted was worth nothing. I still want you, just not in the way you're thinking"

"So you want me for sex," I spoke firmly, keeping my eyes on him. Vic huffed, shaking his head lightly.

"I want you because that's what I desire. And I mean, sure, sex is sex and if you're comfortable with that, then it's a possibility. When I say I don't do relationships, it means I don't do the continual lovey dovey shit, dates, public affection; stuff similar to that. If that's what you're looking for, I don't supply those needs."

"Then why did we fake date? That was the polar opposite of what you just explained," I mused truthfully.

"Like I've said before, that was for the attention. Do you understand why that was such a big deal? Yeah, it was partially because we're both guys, but the majority thought it was surprising because in all the time that I've been attending Amber, I've never dated anybody. I've only slept around," Vic explained. Then it all made sense. He never dates, he just moves on from one person to the next, and I just so happened to be his next.

Clicking my tongue, I thought over everything he had admitted. Sure, Vic didn't "date" anybody, but we were both attracted to one another and after all the sweet things he had spoken, I couldn't help but to want to continue things the way they were with him. It was close enough to dating, and that's all I really needed.

"Alright," I spoke, determined. I looked up to Vic's face, nodding. I saw a faint glint shutter across his eyes before a relieved smile broke free from his lips and he leaned forward, pressing his lips to mine sweetly.

Vic ducked his head down, kissing along my jawline down to my collarbone which he sucked on very lightly. My eyes opened at that moment, and I couldn't help but wonder if I was making correct decision or not.