If I Mean Anything To You (Kellic FanFiction)

Chapter 19: A First Time For Everything

CHAPTER 19: 

-----Kellin's POV----- 

I woke up, in a daze, the next morning. My head hurt a little from the booze last night, but not too bad. I sat up, rubbing my eyes. Vic wasn't in my bed, and I didn't hear dishes clinking in the kitchen. I was about to go looking for him, when I heard him, across the hall in the bathroom, throwing up. 

I got up and put on a clean pair of boxers. The bathroom door was closed, so I knocked lightly. 

"Vic? Are you okay?" All I got as a response was more retching. I slowly opened the door. He had his boxers from last night on, and he was leaned over the toilet, puking his guts out. I went over and sat on the edge of the bathtub. I put a hand on his back. "It's okay, Vic. Let it out."

He kept retching for about another half an hour. When he finally stopped, he slumped against the wall, running his hands through his sweaty hair. He closed his eyes and moaned miserably. "Oh, my fucking God, I feel like shit," he said. I couldn't help but chuckle a little. I remembered the first time I got drunk. Well I remembered the morning after it. 

"Stop laughing, asshole." He looked at me and smiled. "I'd totally kiss you right now, but I just spent two hours throwing up, and I doubt you want that taste in your mouth." We both laughed. 

"C'mon," I said, offering him a hand up. He took it and I carried him out to the couch. "I'll get you something for your headache, and some Sprite and something mint to calm your stomach. Just relax." 

I came back a few minutes later, with a cup of Sprite and ice, a cold washcloth, and a few Advils. He gladly took the pills and soda, while I put the rag on his face so it covered his eyes and forehead. 

"How long is this gonna last, Kellin? I feel like death." I lifted his head and sat down, letting his head fall into my lap. 

"Well, you're done puking, so the headache should go away in a couple hours. It'll be okay." I stroked his hair away from his face while he slowly breathed. I reached over and turned on the television, switching it to Spongebob. I used to watch it with my mom. After one episode, Vic was asleep again and I was content just sitting there, my fingers running through his tangled hair. 

I must've fallen asleep, because when my eyes opened, Vic was gone again. I saw the light over the table was on, so I went to it and found him there, doing homework again. He had to do work through the summer, and next summer so he could go to college on schedule. I still had a couple months before I started at Berkley, so I spent most of my time taking care of Vic. 

"Hey, kid. Feeling better, I take it?" 

He turned around to look at me, a smile on his face. "Yeah, I feel loads better." 

I took a seat across from him. "So, tell me, Vic. What are you so smiley about?" 

"Berkley called. They said that if I take my scheduled classes and do as well as I did last year, I could start there next year, in the spring semester! That cuts the rest of my high school career in half and puts my college career that much closer!" 

He jumped up, running over the me. I got up and he jumped into my arms. He was squealing with glee, and I spun him around a few times. 

"C'mon, Kellin, let's go celebrate." He smiled and kissed me for a few seconds. 

"Where do you wanna go? Do you want to go get some ice cream?" 

He shook his head. "No, let's go to our room." 

I laughed. His feet were off the floor and his face was inches from mine. "Vic, we can't just have have sex every time something good happens. Sex is something that should be somewhat sacred. It won't still be fun if we do it all the time, right? Take last night, for example. Except for your first time, you've never, ever been that loud. I don't know about you, but that was probably the best sex I've had in my life, and it's because there was such a huge gap in time between then and the last time we did it." 

He looked confused at first, but then just shrugged and kissed me again. We ended up going to get ice cream. We went to the park afterwards and went for a walk through the rose garden. 

We got home and we went about our normal business. I cooked dinner while he did homework. After dinner, we watched a movie, we each took a shower, and we went to bed. I was unbelievably proud of Vic. It was an amazing academic achievement. 

When he got out of the shower, he walked into the bedroom, still dripping wet. Before he could dry off or getting dressed, I pushed him roughly onto the bed. I roughly kissed him, biting his lips. I kissed down his neck, taking extra time on his soft spot, and down his chest. 

Once he realized what I was going to do, he cupped my face in his hands, his eyes searching mine. "Kellin, you don't have to do this. It's okay, really." I silenced him by putting a finger to his lips. I slid down his body again, and I made him scream. He pulled my hair and whined and whimpered all the way through his first blowjob. 

It was really weird at first, but I got pretty into it, just hearing Vic's moans and shit. 

After I was done, I kissed him, the taste of him still on my tongue. 

"Is that really what jizz tastes like?" He asked. 

"It's not that bad. It's pretty fucking salty, but not bad." 

We kissed again and he cuddled into my chest, one of his legs between mine. He fit into my side like a puzzle piece. It was like he was made to lay by my side for the rest of my life. I'd do anything to make that happen. 

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Okay, I'm just gonna say that all the sexual shit I write, I've gotten the ideas from somewhere else. I don't know what jizz tastes like or anything. I just thought I'd add that in to prevent anyone from thinking I know stuff like that. Thanks for reading. c:

~CutiePie