Vic and I met up at a small coffee shop down the street from my house. We were sitting in a booth in the back just talking about random things. It was mainly Vic talking. He would ask me something, and I would somehow make him talk again. I wasn't really comfortable talking about my life. That and I really loved listening to him talk. He had a really soothing voice; he always seemed interesting and had fun things to talk about. Nothing in my life had ever been that way.
Don't get me wrong, I do like my life. It was just... not at exciting as I wanted it to be. It usually felt kind of empty; like something was missing. That might have been some of the reason as to why I keep seeing Vic. It was something I looked forward to every day, and we got along great. I couldn't help but think about him when he wasn’t with me. I refused to let myself think that I had real feelings starting to form for that boy. I wasn't going to let myself get close to anyone again, especially not romantically with a guy.
I stared at Vic while he was talking. He was really good looking out in the daylight, rather than my room’s strange, yellow-tinted light. I had seen him at the mall when I was with Justin and Jack, but I was too pissed at Justin to realize it. His hair had a natural glow to it. It was long and curly, but not the frizzy kind of curly. His eyes were a gorgeous chocolate-brown color. I don't know if it was me seeing him in a whole new light, but he was fucking gorgeous.
“Kells… Kellin, you okay?” Vic asked, waving his hand in front of my face.
“Uh… yeah. Sorry, I zoned out for a second. I do that sometimes. What did you say?”
“I asked if you wanted to get a drink at the bar. I'm not really feeling coffee anymore. I kinda wanna get drunk,” he said and chuckled at the last part.
“Yeah, sure. I could always use a drink.” We finished, paid for what we ordered, and then left, going to the bar down the street.
We walked to the bar since it wasn't very far from where we were. I liked the walk there. Vic and I just talked the whole time. It was a little chilly outside—well, at least as chilly as it gets for San Diego in January. When we got there, it wasn't very packed. It was only the three pm, and happy hour hadn’t even started yet. We sat around talking and drinking. I was actually enjoying myself. It had been a long time since I’d been out with someone and enjoyed it the entire time. I was always busy with work, or my friends were being dicks to me or someone else.
“What do you do for work anyway?” Vic asked me, handing me another drink from the bar.
“Oh... um... I work in graphic design.”
“Really? That’s cool. Do you design posters or clothes?”
“I little bit of everything. I do a lot of logos and designs for local bands. It pays pretty well, but it can take up a lot of time.” I felt like I was babbling and talking way too much about myself. “What about you... besides... Y’know…” I asked, trailing off at the end.
“Nothing, really. I play at coffee shops for extra money. Maybe one day you’ll be designing my shirts and posters.” He wiggled his eyebrows jokingly at me, making me laugh.
It was like that for the next few hours. Neither of us wanted to get back to our normal lives. We were perfectly content with just staying at the bar, drinking beers and taking shots. By the time eleven PM rolled around, the bar was completely packed. Drunken people were dancing and grinding everywhere, and people were making out. I don't think I could ever work at a bar. I don't think I could put up with people like that all the time or trying to stop bar fights. I’d have to be drunk just to work here. Props to the bartenders.
Vic pushed me against my bedroom wall, kissing roughly down my jaw and neck. We’d left the bar about an hour prior so that we could go back to mine and… well… fuck, to put it bluntly. It turns out that we were both really horny drunks.
We took off each other’s shirts and started working on our pants. It was starting to get painful—I was that hard. Vic got down on his knees, nipping at the skin just above my pants. I stared down at him with slightly-blurred vision, waiting in anticipation. He unzipped me and pulled my pants and boxers to the ground. I sighed in relief, my dick falling out of my pants. Vic took a hold of my dick and very slowly started stroking me teasingly. I wasn't sure if it was because of the alcohol or if Vic was just really good at it, but I was already moaning, resting my head against the wall, my eyes fluttering shut. I focused on how good all of it felt, but I need more.
“Fuck, Vic. Just suck me already.” I heard a light chuckle from below me, then felt his warm, wet lips wrap around my tip, sucking on my lightly. I groaned, pushing my hips forward to make him take more of me in. He would take an inch and pull back, then go down another inch and pull back. He had a rhythm that he was using, and I wasn't complaining—it felt amazing. My fingers tangled in his hair and made him move faster. He hollowed his cheeks and bobbed his head a little quicker. My knees went weak beneath me. He traced patterns up the underside and all the way to the tip of my dick.
“Fuck,” I moaned pulling the other man off of me. “If you don't stop I'm gonna come right now.” He smirked at me and stood up, kissing me. Vic pulled me away from the wall and shoved me onto the bed with a thud. He took my pants off from around my ankles and slid his pants off, too, throwing them into the pile with the rest our clothes. He hovered over me, both of us hungrily making out and touching every part of each other we could get our hands on. I massaged his member, making sure that he was as hard as he could get. He sucked a hickey into my collarbone and moaned. “Just fuck me already.” I wiggled under him, feeling desperate. I was so turned on that it wasn't even funny.
Vic gladly answered my pleas and flipped me onto my hands and knees. He littered my shoulder blades with butterfly kisses and licked down my back. He got to my ass and kissed it, biting lightly. I jolted forward, not expecting it, and moaned a little. I had never had anyone do that, and it felt good, really good. He slapped my ass, and I moaned again. I had no clue that I was so turned on by that. “I'm going to fuck you so hard that you won't be able to walk tomorrow,” he growled in my ear and licked the shell. I only felt even more turned on.
Without any prep or warning, I felt Vic's cock start to push into me. My breathing went heavy, and my muscles stiffened. I looked behind me, but he pushed my head forward. “Don't look,” he hissed. “I'm going to make you feel so good.” I nodded and shook my ass as he filled me. His fingers curled around my hips and held me still. He started moving his hips slowly so that I could get used to the stretch. He felt so good going in and out of me. Feeling every inch of him sliding and touching everything in me was the best thing in the world. I moaned loudly and gripped the sheets tight as I felt him move faster.
Vic got rougher as he thrust into me. “Shit Kellin, unh, you're so fucking tight and warm, fuck,” he groaned and squeezed my hips tighter. I started pushing back, meeting his thrust. I wanted, needed, more of him in me. My knuckles started to turn white against the sheets. It felt so good that I didn't know if I wanted to moan or scream in pleasure. He bent down, kissing my back and curling his left arm around my waist, placing his other hand on my fist. It was bawling up the sheets. He thrust in harder, hitting that ecstasy-inducing spot inside me. “Fuck, Vic, harder.” I could feel my orgasm approaching in the pit of my stomach.
I was practically screaming at that point and pushing back with whatever strength I had left, wanting him to keep going harder. His hand wrapped itself around my cock and started stroking me quickly and lightly squeezing the sensitive head. I was trying to hold on for as long as I could, but in my drunken state, it wasn't much use—I couldn’t really control my body. With a few more strokes and a hard hit straight onto my prostate, I came, screaming profanities along with Vic's name. My body went weak, and my muscles tightened, and I collapsed on the bed. Vic straddled my thighs, his legs on either side of me, and continued to thrust in as hard as he could.
“Fuck that was so hot, Kellin.” He gripped my shoulders and fucked my body into the mattress, trying to bring himself to his climax. I was kept in my own little high from him fucking me and my dick rubbing between myself and the sheets. Even though I’d already came, I kept moaning, knuckles staying white from how hard I was gripping the sheets in an attempt to control myself. My whole body was sensitive. My face was buried in the sheets, moans spilling freely. If I hadn't just come, I would have right then.
I felt Vic shift and pull out of me as he came on my back, moaning my name. When he finished, he dropped right beside me. “I've never been fucked like that before,” I breathed out and rolled on my back, not paying any attention to the mess Vic had left on me. It was squished against the mattress.
“It was good, though, right?” Vic questioned, looking at me.
“Very.” I slung my arm over his chest nuzzling my nose into his neck. “Very, very good,” I repeated. Both of us lay there on the bed we hadn’t messed up, sweating and panting. My muscles hadn't felt that sore and used since the first time I’d slept with Vic. I could actually get used to it. It was the good, amazing kind of sore. If I hadn’t been so drunk and tired, I wouldn’t have minded Vic fucking me again.
Not too long after our breathing was steady again, I was falling asleep with my head resting on Vic’s chest and Vic’s head lying lightly against mine. Vic moved a little, putting his arms around me, and kissed my forehead. “I really like you, Kellin. Like... a lot,” I heard Vic mumble. “Probably more than I should...” That was the last thing I heard before I was officially out of my drunken state and sleeping soundly on his chest, holding him tight.