Disasterology

Vic would have never thought that Kellin Quinn, innocent, nerdy, band geek Kellin, would be into guys. He also never would have thought he would be so slutty, but what he had seen last night was a testament to the old saying ‘never judge a book by its cover’. The way he had been pressed up against that wall, and the sounds that had been leaving his mouth as that other boy kissed his neck. There was also the way his back arched once the boy’s hand snuck up his shirt, pulling the fabric up just enough to flash some skin; the way it curved was delicate and sensual.

Vic had always thought Kellin was pretty, his hair always looked soft, as did his creamy skin, his lips were a soft shade of pink and could be incredibly pouty when they wanted to be, and although he had only gotten close enough to see his eyes a few times, he knew they were this incredible shade of grey. He never would have thought he would be looking at the younger boy the way he was now though. It was Tuesday now, and everytime he saw Kellin since the party he began noticing new things about him, like now, he had just seen him walk past him in the hall and he couldn’t help but notice the way his thighs looked with his jeans stretched tightly over them.

It wasn’t until he was knocked out of his thoughts, quite literally, when his friend Jaime bumped into him, that he realized he was staring, his bottom lip caught in between his mouth. He mentally scolded himself, because he knew if anyone saw that it would raise questions, and although he didn’t care if people were questioning him, it was his friends he was worried about.

“Hey what’s caught your interest?” Jaime asked, his usual energy present. Vic just shook his head, before mumbling a quick ‘nothing’ and shutting his locker door. “You ready to go to class?” Class. He had his next class with Kellin. He didn’t know why exactly that made him nervous, but he knew it had something to do with what he saw on Friday night, and the thoughts he had been having since.

“Yeah,” he nodded after a moment’s hesitation, following his friend down the hallway.

All throughout the class, Vic kept sneaking glances at Kellin. He couldn’t get his mind off of him for some reason; he would notice something he did, like the way he liked his lips, and it would set off another wave of thoughts.

It continued into practice after school too; he would find himself looking down field, to the bandstands where Kellin was playing and occasionally joking around with other band nerds, while they were warming up, and when he was supposed to be doing drills, and after they had split into two teams to scrimmage. He could tell his team mates were getting annoyed with his lack of attention.

“You like Quinn or something?” He was startled out of his daze by Jaime, who he hadn’t noticed was next to him until he spoke, making him jump a bit.

“Nah, of course not.” He laughed, giving his friend’s shoulder a small shove. “Why?”
“Well, you’ve been staring at him all day.” The tone of his voice was playful, teasing, but he knew there was some truth to the statement, that he had caught him, most likely numerous times staring at the younger boy.

“I don’t like him, if that’s what you’re getting at.” It was no secret that Vic was gay. Everyone knew it and no one really had a problem with it. There was the occasional new kid that tried to give him a hard time for it, but that never lasted long. “He’s just, hot.” Vic shrugged, passing the ball back across the field. Over the time he had spent staring at Kellin that day he had noticed the boy had this certain charm. He was so innocent looking, but Vic knew from what he saw the other night that he was anything but, and that intrigued Vic just a bit. He didn’t want to get to know Kellin, he didn’t want to spend the rest of his life with him or anything like that; all he wanted was one night with the boy. He wanted to fuck Kellin Quinn.