Vic's POV
Eventually, we got up but it couldn't have been earlier than two in the afternoon when we finally emerged from my room.
"Hey you can grab a clean shirt from my closet if you want. I've got a couple that would fit you. I'm going to go hop in the shower."
A couple minutes later, Kellin popped his head in the bathroom.
"Hey I'm not looking, but I see you've got a red plaid flannel and I would like to inform you that you will not be getting it back."
Ok that was so fucking cute and adorable.
"It's fine." I said with a chuckle. I turned off the water and added, "Hey, can you grab me that towel…?" Oh god I can't believe I just asked that. Is that gay? Fuck how will he take it?
"Oh yeah of course." He threw the towel over the top of the shower, and I started drying off. I then tied the towel around my waist, and stepped out. I figured that Kellin had left but there he was, sitting on the counter on his phone. He looked up to find me in the towel.
"Oh-uh-I should-I was going to shower next if it's okay." He said it like I was going to yell at him for asking for water privages. Damn where does he live?
"No, it's cool you're fine." Yeah you really kinda are fine…
"Oh ok…"
We both just kinda stood there looking at each awkwardly.
"Hey, you've seen me without a shirt, it's only fair if I get the same view." I blurted out, instantly regretting I'd even thought of it. "But only if you're okay with it of course, I was sorta joking…"
"Oh… I've got...um...scars kind of everywhere...they aren't all self harm but.." His words trailed off and he started staring down at the ground. Then he started to strip down. And damn.
Then I saw the scars. They varied in size, with some being short and straight (obviously self harm) and others looked very long and jagged. I couldn't stop myself from touching the long one and looking up at him questioningly.
"Broken beer bottle." He said quietly with pursed lips.
All I could manage was a lame "oh". I mean what do you say to that? I actually wanted to hurt that man as much as he hurt Kellin.
And then I noticed that he had stripped down more then I noticed originally. He was just in a pair of boxers, turning on the shower like it was no big deal.
And then we were kissing. Like really kissing. The kind where all you can think about is them, surrounding you in a cloud of fog.
Kellin's POV
We sat there cuddled up together till we noticed that it was late afternoon.
"Hey you can grab a clean shirt from my closet if you want. I've got a couple that would fit you. I'm going to go hop in the shower."
I searched through his closet and found an amazing red flannel. I put it in a pile to change into if I showered.
I walked over to the bathroom, closed my eyes, and opened the door.
"Hey I'm not looking, but I see you've got a red plaid flannel and I would like to inform you that you will not be getting it back."
"It's fine." He said as he turned the shower off. "Hey, can you grab me that towel…?"
"Oh yeah of course." Did he-did he just ask me to give him a towel? How do I play this? Like just bros? So I tossed the towel into the shower and hopped onto the counter, texting my mom that I was safe and was over at a friend's. Vic got out of the shower with a towel tied around him, so when I looked up, to say I was stunned is a big of an understatement.
"Oh-uh-I should-I was going to shower next if it's okay." I asked sheepishly, not wanting to be an inconvenience.
"No, it's cool you're fine." He said with an odd tone in his voice.
"Oh ok…"
Oh god, I don't know the social protocol for this fuck fuck fuck.
"Hey, you've seen me without a shirt, it's only fair if I get the same view." Vic said suddenly breaking the silence. "But only if you're okay with it of course, I was sorta joking…"
"Oh… I've got...um...scars kind of everywhere...they aren't all self harm but.." I felt like a warning was necessary, because I really don't take off my shirt in front of people. So I slowly started to take off my shirt, then pants. He looked really worried as Vic's fingers ran along a scar I swear I could still feel, as if I had gotten it just yesterday.
"Broken beer bottle." It was difficult to get the words out of my mouth.
"Oh."
I was in just my boxers by now, and was trying to turn on the water.
And then we were kissing. And for once, I actually felt whole. Like maybe I wasn't damaged goods.