Nothing More than an Acrimonious Dispute

Kellin’s POV:

My mind was so, so fuzzy. Everything was clouded and I couldn’t seem to get my thoughts straight. Not that I was complaining- I felt on top of the world. I lay on Vic’s floor in the purest state of contentment I had ever experienced, waiting for Vic to return as he had disappeared saying something about getting more drinks. So I took the opportunity to try and sit on the sofa. Unsteadily, I scrambled to my feet, slightly confused as to why I had feet, because they weren’t working that well. As I plonked myself onto the sofa, a spontaneous laugh escaped me and I sat their laughing at myself, completely oblivious to the world around me.

When Vic did eventually return, he resumed his position, straddling me on sofa quite ungracefully. That knowing smirk still rested on his lips as he looked deep into my dilated eyes.  I looked away, feeling slightly intimidated. That wasn’t the only issue though; Vic was shifting around on top of me, obviously trying to get comfortable, but was causing some unintentional (yet blissful) friction. I bit down on my bottom lip, making sure that no moans left my lips.

“Fuck Kellin, don’t do that.” Vic’s voice pulled me away from my concentration and I snapped my head back to be met by his deep mahogany eyes. He inched closer to me until his warm breath trickled down my neck. Once again, that lump in my throat returned, and it felt like my lungs were closing up.

“D-do what?” My voice came out strained as I tried to maintain my composure. But that was getting considerably difficult since Vic's soft lips kept ghosting over my neck over and over again, making a burning wave of heat wash over me. If I bit down any harder on my lip I wouldn't be surprised if I bit through it.

"Bite your lip, don't." he whispered lustfully into my ear.

"W-why?" 

"Because..." He trailed his lips up my neck so very slowly, making my skin crawl with delight. A few kisses were placed along my jawline before he rested his forehead on my own, our noses brushing together slightly. "It's hot, and you'll turn me on."

I swear, in that moment, I nearly choked on the air I was breathing. What was I supposed to say? My mind had gone completely blank and I was starting to get really fucking warm. Vic was practically breathing into my mouth and I could tell he was waiting to see if I would do anything- which I wouldn't. I'd let him have his fun first, which he did. Briefly, his lips brushed against my own teasingly, not enough to make it a kiss, but enough to catch my full attention, and I couldn't help but let out a groan.

"Having fun?" Vic taunted, his eyes still glazed over.

"Shut up." I choked out.

Vic just sniggered and slammed my shoulders back so my head tilted, exposing my neck. This time he wasn't gentle though, he caught the sensitive skin of my neck between his teeth, sucking and nipping at it, making a whimper catch in the back of my throat. He continued to nip at my throat, occasionally running his hands down the sides of my body. But then he did something I did not expect him to do to me, ever. Harshly, he bit my neck whilst rolling his hips down, making his crotch rub against my own. 

"Oh fuck" I gripped Vic's shirt tightly as I let out a loud groan. "A-again." I spluttered out, not really thinking about the words that left my lips, hoping that he would oblige. He was turning me on and he'd be damned if he didn't sort out my growing 'problem'. 

"Do what again, Kellin?" He hissed into my ear. "This?" Once again, he pushed himself into me, creating that heavenly friction that made me cry out. Somehow, I clutched his shirt tighter and bucked my hips up, desperate for some more contact. Strangely, this made Vic utter out what seemed like a growl? Whatever it was, it was guttural and arid, yet it made my pants tighten even further. 

Without warning, Vic roughly tugged on my arm, forcing me down on the couch, so I was laying flat on my back. Seeing as I had the opportunity, I allowed my eyes to rake over his body, appreciating his toned arms and muscularity. Also, I couldn't help but notice the bulge at the front of his pants. I smirked, knowing I had him wrapped around my finger. 

"I'm gonna make you feel so good, Kellin." Vic mumbled into my ear, nibbling on it slightly. He lifted his head and stared straight down at me, whilst his hand was travelling down my body. Slowly, he inched closer to the front of my jeans, and he leant down, almost capturing my lips with his own until a sonorous bang reverberated off of the apartments walls. Vic let out an exasperated sigh and huffed angrily under his breath before yelling quite angrily. "Fuck off!" He leant down again, a look of determination gleaming in his eyes.However, the thudding against the door got more frantic and a voice soon shouted through the letterbox desperately.

"Yo Vic, let me in! Now would be good! Quick man, before they see me!" 

Annoyed, Vic rolled his eyes and flashed me an apologetic look. Quickly, he pecked my cheek before getting up, making sure to pull his t-shirt down as far as it would go. 

"This better be fucking good, Mike." He murmured to himself, walking over to the door and practically tearing it open. In a blink of an eye, a relatively tall guy stumbled in. Tattoos encased both of his arms and he had a few piercings, along with a busted lip. And a black eye. Intrigued, I scanned the rest of his body to see the sleeve of his hoodie had quite a large cut in it, exposing his bleeding arm. Somehow, he was still smiling, and his eyes looked so familiar- I just couldn't put my finger on it.

"Quickly! Close the door Vic!" Unenthusiastically, Vic pushed the door to and leant against it, his armed crossed in an angered and agitated manner. His eyes narrowed threateningly at this 'Mike', and to say Vic looked pissed off would have been an understatement.

"Care to share why you have made an unwanted appearance, Mike?" Admittedly, Vic could be quite intimidating when he wanted to be, despite his small frame. 

"Well, I'm pretty glad I did turn up cause this places reeks of weed, and I wouldn't mind a joint to calm me down. Ha, you're still as high as kite, Vic! Dude your eyes! Ha, I knew th-" Before Mike could finish his sentence Vic cut him off.

"Shut up Mike, you've cockblocked me, I'm not the happiest guy in the world at the moment. What have you done this time?" 

"Erm..." Anxiously, Mike diverted his eyes to the ground, guilt pooling in his irises.

"Mike..." Vic said sternly and expectantly.

"Promise you won't punch me?" 

"No. Fuck Mike, what have you done?" Vic's voice had a trace of apprehension and concern in it- I could tell whatever the issue was, it was serious.

"Well, I may have got into a spot of trouble with Danny and Oli... and their gang..." 

"Oh fuck." Vic pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers, obviously frustrated. "What the fuck were you thinking? You stupid boy!" 

Vic and Mike continued to squabble amongst themselves whilst I sat there, riding out the rest of my high, trying to ignore the discomfort in my pants that was not going away. Honestly, I kind of zoned out and sat their grinning, being appeased by the drugs that were coursing through my veins. At some points, I got parts of the conversation- something about hiding, drugs, and guns. Lovely. I chuckled to myself and flopped back down on the sofa, feeling pretty deadweight.

"Erm Vic, who is that?" I couldn't be bothered to sit up and bother with what they were talking about, so I let them discuss me without interruption.

"That was my fuck for tonight, before you came along, you shit." 

"Have you got him high, he looks pretty...out of it?" Mike asked with a chuckle.

"Yes! He has!" I shouted triumphantly, however it came out more slow than I intended it to. Once again, I just laughed to myself.

"Yeah, that's Kellin..." Vic said tiredly. He and Mike walked over to where I was sprawled out and Vic loomed over me, grinning.

"Kellin, this is my idiot of a brother, Mike. Mike this is, well, it's Kellin. Right Kellin, don't go anywhere, stay there, I need to clean up Mikes arm, I'll be down later." 

"Hmmmmmm, I'll be waiting..." I tried to say seductively, winking at him. Mike just waved at me happily before following Vic upstairs, presumably to have his nasty-ass arm sorted out. 

I didn't really think much, my mind was pretty desolate, free from literally any thoughts, other than how fucking tired I felt. My head was staring to feel heavy and I just wanted to sleep. The lethargic surge felt like it hit me, and I wanted nothing more close my eyes. So, obeying my body's demands, I let myself practically fall into sleep.

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Vic's POV:

"Is he your boyfriend?" Mike beamed excitedly, completely intrigued. I'm surprised I haven't hit him, he's asked so many questions.

"No Mike. Stop quizzing me." I set my focus on the gash on his arm. Without sounding conceited, I was pretty darn good with first aid. 

"He's totally your boyfriend." A sly smile spread across his lips, thriving in the annoyance he was causing me. Unfortunately, for him, I was a prick. Swiftly, I smacked up the side of his head, making him shut up.

"Ow, that hurt." 

"Good, you're distracting me. Now, shut up and let me stitch this up. You'll sleep in here, I'll sleep downstairs." 

"Yeah, so you can keep your boyfriend warm." I smacked his head again, earning a string of complaints from him. 

"I won't tell you again, he is not my fucking boyfriend." Reluctantly, I continued to stitch his arm up, lecturing him again. This is a problem that I had to sort out now, and I was beyond enraged. I tried my best to stay out of others affairs, but now I was caught in the midst of a dangerous issue that could not be resolved easily. At all. Grumbling, I told Mike to piss off and get some sleep, despite it still being quite early.

Noisily, I clomped down the stairs, not bothering to try and be quiet. Behind me, I dragged a considerably worn blanket, hoping it would provide some warmth, as this shitty excuse of an apartment leaked out any traces of heat. 

As I got to the bottom of the stairs, I saw that Kellin was passed out. He had literally spread himself out all over the sofa. Great. Now I had nowhere to sleep- I didn't have the heart to move him- he looked to content. God, was I going soft? 

Stubbornly, I set myself down on the freezing floor, attempting to get comfortable (which was near enough impossible). I tossed and turned but everything felt unpleasant and the cold was starting to settle in for the night. After about half an hour of the frost biting away at my body heat, a voice piped up behind me.

"What're you doing down there, Vic?" I looked up to see Kellin staring at me, confusion playing on his features. 

"Trying to sleep. But it's not working." I pouted, feeling quite sorry for myself.

Kellin shuffled around a bit and beckoned for me to lay on the sofa with him. There wasn't enough room, I knew that better than anyone, but it was better than the bitter, chilling floor. Clumsily, I lay down, face to face with Kellin, with about a centimetre between us. It was... awkward, and uncomfortable. 

"Flip." I demanded.

"What?"

"Turn over, Kellin." I persisted, nudging his shoulder slightly.

Thankfully, he did as I said, turning with a huff of disapproval until his back was against my chest. An idea burst in my head and I smirked smugly to myself. Unsatisfied, I slid my hand down his side until I reached the hem of his shirt. I began to tug it, trying to get him to take it off. To my surprise, it didn't take much convincing, and he let me take it off, flaunting his pale skin to my hungry eyes. I didn't know what had gotten into me tonight; I was acting abnormally needy- the contrary to what I was usually like.

I flung my own shirt off, tossing it to the floor. I had the excuse of body heat if Kellin quizzed me. But he didn't, he didn't question my actions. At all. Instead, he squirmed against me, trying to get closer. I knew exactly what he was hinting at, but for me, that was crossing the line. I couldn't, could I? The battle within my own mind was shortlived; something inside shattered, making me give in to my urges to be close to someone. 
 
I leant over, grabbing the shitty blanket and threw it over us. Carefully, I slipped my arm over Kellin's small waist, pulling him into me. Immediately, I felt him relax against me, and I couldn't help but smile. My legs tangled themselves amongst Kellin's and I buried my face in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent. 

"Hey Kell? I'm... I'm sorry about your cheek. I really didn't mean to." I whispered gently, tracing patterns into his torso with my free hand.

"S'fine Vic, I don't care, I know you didn't mean it."

"So I'm forgiven?" 

"Of course." He pulled my arm that was resting around his waist up to his chest and encased it with his own. 

"Thankyou." I reached over and lightly kissed the cut residing on his face.

Truthfully, I didn't know what was going through my brain- I had never gotten this physically close to anyone. I had never done this. My lonely lifestyle made me long for others. I have never 'cuddled' anyone, or been concerned about their well being. I knew in the morning I would be different person. The Vic that just apologised would  be locked back away in the obscure corners of my mind.

I should never ever get close, yet I'm allowing myself to do that. I knew things had to change tomorrow, but what was stopping me enjoying here and now? 

Kellin was bad for me, I knew that. But deep down, even though I would never admit it, I wanted him around. I could blame some of my actions down to the array of substances coursing through my body, but I knew most of them were genuine, and that's the part that scared me...