"His breath drew short, feeling Vic's slender fingers play with the button on his jeans. Kellin's eyes grew wide, his voice wavering, "V-Vic..I don't think we should..in the tour bus.. The Sirens singer stuttered, holding In a soft moan as the other singers hand slid up his Stomach.
"Dont worry, Kells, no one will notice...and I've been dying to do this to you..relax" Vic grinned, leaning close. "And enjoy."
Kellin nodded once, drawing one leg up to wrap around Vic's hip. "I..But.."He stammered. He knew he wanted to, but it was so wrong..
Vic sighed, stilling his path down to Kell's hips. "Listen, I'm not forcing you, Kellin, if you don't-" his sentence was cut off by the Siren's singer's soft lips on his, Kellin's fingers tangled in the Mexican's long brown hair. "I'm sure." He panted out. "I want you Vic"
Vic's dark eyes lit up, his hand going back to the fly on Kellin's jeans. He undid them, feeling the other singer's body tense.
"Relax Kels." Vic Murmured, only continuing to slip a finger into the waistband of Kellin's jeans when he felt him relax.
"I..ah..Vic.." Kellin purred, his hips arching to meet Vic's touch.
By now, the PTV singer had all of his fingers inside Kellin's jeans, and was loving how he could elicit such lovely sounds out of the beautiful boy below him with simple touches and strokes.
Kellin bit his lip, watching his lover's every move. "Oh fuck, Vic, More.." Kellin whined softly, his body tingling with lust. Vic chuckled, sliding down the singer's body.
"I planned on it, Kells..." Vic grinned, running his tongue along Kellin's exposed hips. "Be patient, baby..it's just be the beginning."
Vic gently collapsed on top of Kellin's soft body, his dark skin slick with a sheen of sweat. His body still shivered from the pleasurable aftershocks of what Kellin and him just did.
"That was amazing Vic." Kellin whispered, brushing the locks of his sticky forehead. his pale cheeks were flushed a rosy red, with memory of what they just did. He didn't regret it, but shit..he had family..a fucking wife and kid!
What was he going to tell her? That he was cheating...with another dude? A frown marred his beautiful face, and Vic frowned, absently playing with a loose strand of Kellin's dark locks.
"Hey, Kells, what's wrong?' He murmured, stroking a finger across Kellin's collarbone.
"All of this!" Kellin whispered furiously, "I had a family, Vic! A wife, and daughter, and I-..I just fucked the lead singer of PTV, who is supposedly just a 'good friend. that's the problem, Vic!" Kellin's voice cracked on his lover's name, the full realization of what he did hitting him hard.
He had just did the most unthinkable thing with one of his closest band friends. And he had wanted it. No matter the consenquences.
"Hey hey, calm down, baby. We'll figure this out okay? For now just let me hold you.." Vic replied, and Kellin could hear the desperation in Vic's voice. He obliged.
"Fine..for now." Kellin mumbled, settling himself against Vic's tan chest, and couldn't help but sigh pleasantly as the Mexican's arms came around him.
As Kellin drifted off to sleep, and his breath became even and calm, the singer uttered the three words that if Kellin heard, could either break Vic's heart into a million shattered pieces, or make it race with happiness.
"I Love You Kells.." He whispered hoarsely, he himself finally drifting off. But Kellin's eyes were still wide open, and his heart stopped.
"I Love You Too,Vic.." Kellin whispered to the singer's sleeping form. He knew once he let those words slip, their lives were changed forever.
Kellin rubbed his eyes, blinking away sleep as the fog cleared his brain. His cheeks heated at the clear visual in his mind. Him and Vic...he liked the sound of that.
Remembering that he had fallen asleep in Vic's arms, and he now rested on the soft bunk in the Pierce the Veil bus, and no Sexy Mexican of his in sight.
Kellin got up and stretched, locating his Anthem Made Tee, as it had been strewn across the bus room in the middle of Vic's and his...romp.
Quickly pulling on his jeans, not worrying about boxers, he slipped on his Tom's.
The Siren singer wouldn't lie, his mind was muddled and confused. He wasn't sure if he should be glowing with happiness, or sulking with guilt. After all, he had cheated. Even if it was with a guy..
Kellin stepped off the bus, and was immediately rushed by crew to a make up station. They styled his hair, which he just shook out to its usual messy demeanor, and prettied up his attire. Ugh.
Politely ignoring the fuss over him, he let himself be carted to the entrance to the stage. Oh yeah. He had King for a Day to perform with PTV. And Vic.
Kellin's heart started to hammer, his palms because slick with sweat, and his whole body started to shake. What if try knew? What if he went out there and they all stared? What if he couldn't possibly face Vic after what they had done?
Questions ran through his head, thoughts and insecurities making his breath draw up short. No. He couldn't do this, he couldn't.
"I'm sorry, I c-cant. I'm not feeling-" Kellin started, but the playing cords of the song started. Vic looked back, his dark eyes worried. They instantly cleared when he spotted Kellin, and motioned slightly with his free hand not on his guitar for him to come in.
Vic's smile was easy and encouraging, like he knew the other singer would have a hard time coping with the last night.
Kellin's worried faded away, and so did the rest of the world. It's like time had stopped when their gazes met. Everything was blurred around him, but Vic stood out like a gleaming star among it all. Calling to him.
A soft smile spread across Kellin's face, and he eagerly joined Vic and his band on stage. The screaming, roaring sound of the crowd breathed confidence in him. They didn't know. They still loved him.
Striding up to the raised ledge in the front of the stage, the SWS singer gave a little wave, laughing a bit at all the outstretched hands in front of him.
The drums started and Vic started screaming the first verse of the song. Kellin watched, admiring the happiness in the singer's eyes as he was singing.
"Dare me to jump off this Jersey Bridge!"
"Bet you never had a Friday night like this!" Kellin screamed after his partner, leaning into the crowd.
It was halfway through the song, and the heat was definitely getting to Vic, Kellin could tell. His dark skin was shining with perspiration, his plaid shirt sticking to his body.
The Siren singer grinned, stepping up to the Mexican between the guitar and drums solo.
Leaning down, brushing his nose against Vic's silky hair, "Silly of you to be wearing a cap in this heat." Kellin shouted over the music and crowd.
He felt Vic laugh, his talented fingers still playing the cords to the song. "But it's fashionable!" The PTV singer yelled back, quickly, and sneakily giving Kellin's cheek a quick kiss.
Kellin blushed, surprised. Biting his lip, he snatched the hat of off Vic's head, putting it backwards onto his own head.
Vic rolled his eyes, mouthing "Asshole" to him before getting back to singing.
SWS singer laughed, strolling around the stage as he sang his parts, shaking the hands of some fans in the front rows.
The song ended, and the fans screamed and applauded. Grinning, Kellin stood beside Vic, both of them taking a bow.
Pushing his hair back, Kellin exited the stage, rounding the corner, and was taken aback when strong arms wrapped around his waist.
"Hey there, sexy thing." Vic murmured in his ear, sliding his hand up to toy with the hair at the back of Kellin's neck.
The singer couldn't help but laugh, blushing all over again. "Hey, Vic." He responded, leaning back against the Mexican.
Kellin's thoughts were racing again, he didn't want to get caught back here in this position. How would he explain it?
"Vic, I don't know if you should be so affectionate in public. I mean, no one is suppose to know.." Kellin muttered worriedly.
The other male sighed, his arms vacating Kellin's waist.
It felt cold and empty now where Vic's arms were, Kellin thought sadly.
"Okay, Kells. We'll keep it on the down low for now...unless, unless you don't want to try and see and what happens between us." Vic choked out, a fake smile coating his lips.
Kellin paused, contemplating how it would feel not to have Vic like this. If he was honest, he's always had something for the singer in front of him. Even as friends they seemed, closer than that. When they started work on the King for a Day vid, and spent so much time together, Kellin felt like he got to actually know Victor Fuentes.
He was funny, witty, friendly, and downright lovable. Now he knew why he did what he did with Vic last night. He had fallen in love over the months. And had just realized it.
"Kells?" Vic whispered, his voice raw. He knew that look Kellin got when he was thinking, thinking of things that usually changed. His eyes clouded, and his lips formed a small, unhappy frown.
Kellin jumped, snapping out his personal thought. "I'm sorry, Vic, I must have been thinking a lot longer than I thought." He smiles softly.
Clearing his throat, Vic stuffed his hands into his pockets, rocking anxiously back and forth on his heels. "So, uh...do you not want to..see me anymore?" He asked, his heart hammering inside his rib cage.
Kellin paused, staring Vic straight in the eyes. "Vic. What we did was wrong, so so wrong. You know that right?"
The Mexican nodded, unable to speak.
"With that said, I enjoyed it, Victor..I really did. And I should, I should be letting you go. I shouldn't hold onto you.." Kellin whispered, his voice hoarse.
Vic felt tears sting the back of his eyes, forcing a weak smile onto his face. "I understand Kells..I.." He couldn't carry on. He couldn't say goodbye to the only person who made him the happiest..but he was.
Kellin took a breath, his facing peeking up to meet Vic's, that small smile playing on the corners of his mouth. "But I want to. I want you Vic. And I can't see you go. Something would break inside of me, and I wouldn't be able to handle it. So no, baby, I don't want you leaving."
A grin spread across the PTV singer's exotic face, his eyes bright. "Seriously?"
"Seriously!" Kellin giggled. He had decided he would choose when the time came. And he had a feeling it was going to break more hearts than one..
He let those forbidding whispers of dread slip away when Vic's arms came around him again.
"Thank god, babe. I was afraid-"
"Shhh.." Kellin ushered, placing a single finger against his lover's lips. "You aren't. That's all that matters."
Vic nodded, leaning in to kiss the other singer full on the lips, tightening his hold.
"Hey Vic!-" a voice called from around the corner.
Jaime.
"Mmph-fuck!" Kellin cursed, jumping about 10ft away from Vic and his delicious lips.
Vic puffed out his cheeks, holding in a laugh as he continued to rock back and forth on his feet.
"Hey, Jaime! Back here." Vic called, his eyebrows wiggling at Kellin, who in turned blushed.
"Ey there you are! What are you doing back here with K-dog?" Jaime asked innocently, genuinely curious.
Kellin's neck flushed bright red.
"We were..ah..I was helping Kellin fix his..tie." Vic lied, rather dumbly.
Jaime raised a brow. "What Tie?"
"It's in the bus." Kellin piped up quickly. "Seems it was clashing with my shirt color, so I threw it in the bus."
The PTV member chuckled, waving a hand. "Kellin. Your shirt is black. But, Whatever ya nuts. Hey, Vic, we'll be having a hang spot down with some fans, feel free to join."
And with that Jaime walked off with no suspicion what so ever.
Kellin rolled his eyes, glaring at Vic. "Helping with his tie? Dummy, I'm wearing a T-shirt!"
The Mexican spread his hands, "Im not good with lying!"
"Obvi!" Kellin muttered, but a smile was upon his face.
Vic smiled back, his eyes warming. Walking back over to the other singer, he pecked his lips. "I better join my band. See you later, Kells."
"Of course." Kellin laughed, walking backwards towards his own tour bus.
He watched Vic disappear into the crowd, creating a heart with his hands to Vic's retreating back.
"I love you, Victor Fuentes." Kellin whispered, his heart soaring. Maybe. Just maybe it wouldn't be so bad.