Kellin guided me down the hall and made a right turn.
"Can you let go of my hand, dammit?" I asked, trying to pull it away.
He stopped walking and pondered for a second before answering. "No," he smiled mischievously. "I'm just going to show you around. Nothing too extravagant. Not yet, at least." He smirked at me and I cringed, pulling my hand back. He didn't let go. Instead, his grasp became slightly tighter as he continued onward.
This was pretty scary. This guy could possibly be preparing to rape me. I groaned mentally, just wanting to go back home now. It wasn't a physical groan, though. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of hearing me make throaty noises.
We walked past various framed photos and works of art lining the hallway. They all consisted of either Satan or Hell. No surprises there.
"The lunchroom," he voiced once we were standing in front of double doors at the end of the hall. When he reached up to push them open, I tried to sneakily pull my hand away, but to no avail. We finally walked through and I immediately caught a gruesome stench.
"What the fuck is that?" I gasped without remorse for my language, fanning my free hand over my nose. Was I allowed to curse here? Oh, who gives a shit? "This is fucking disgusting, bro," I remarked, holding my nose.
Kellin hurried us through the room, speeding past the circular tables. He had his nose scrunched up in distaste. "It's tuna casserole day," he regretfully replied. "The janitors haven't cleaned it up yet. I think it'll be easier to just bring you back here tomorrow when it's freshened up," he suggested, a sense of disgust in his voice. The hint of disgust was even more evident in his next sentence. "And please don't call me 'bro'," he requested, mocking me with air quotes.
We walked through half of the room before I suddenly realized what he had said. My eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "Why does everyone hate that word here?" I nearly scoffed, annoyed at the fact that they'd been treating it like a curse word.
He stopped in his tracks and turned to face me. He leaned forward, an eyebrow raised, and I backed away out of instinct. Nevertheless, he was able to get disturbingly close to my face. My stomach churned with anxiety.
He brought his hand up to caress my face and it made my skin crawl. I wasn't sure if it was in a good or bad way. Bad. Definitely a bad way, dude. He opened his mouth to speak and I could feel his gentle breath on my lips.
I didn't know what to do. I had never been in a situation like this before, so I just let him talk. His thumb lightly stroked my cheek in a downward motion as he spoke. "Believe me, honey. You won't be calling me 'bro' when it's time for you to leave here," he whispered. He licked his lips and smiled slightly, dragging his hand down to my neck, letting his fingers traced lightly over the skin.
I had to admit, it felt good to be touched so tentatively like that, even if it was by a dude. It still made me shiver in anxiety, though. Because, once again, I was under pressure in this situation and I didn't know what was happening. I knew this was gay as hell and I should've been pouncing away, but my body couldn't bring itself to be as disgusted as I had expected. The gross tuna smell may have had an effect on that, but I couldn't tell. All I knew was that this was incredibly weird and I was shocked at the absence of my body's repulsion.
All of a sudden, he pulled away and began walking again, as if nothing had even happened. I was left in a short daze. His other hand still holding mine, we quickly voyaged away from this gruesome scent.
Soon enough, we were leaving the giant room and opening another set of doors. A breath of fresh air overtook my senses and I sighed in relief. I was thankful that the horrid scent had begun to slowly diminish as we journeyed through this next hallway.
The sudden lack in the disgusting smell department suddenly brought me back to life, however. I was suddenly coming to my senses. How had I just let him get up in my grill like that? And not backed away from it?! This place was already changing me and I had only been here for one night. What had gotten into me?
"Please let go of my hand now," I tried. I may have seemed a bit desperate, but it was still worth a try. I had to get whatever gay shit was in my head to get the fuck out.
No reply. As we kept walking, Kellin ignored my pleas for freedom. I decided to take a new approach, since our palms were getting a bit sweaty now and it was anything but appealing. Why did he even need to hold my hand anyway? It wasn't like I'd run away. There were no available escape methods in this building at all.
Trying to be inconspicuous, I relaxed my hand. The nasty palm sweat worked as a lubricant, making it easier for me to slowly, quietly slip my hand away. Unfortunately, as soon as I had gotten somewhat far, I got caught.
He went to grab my hand again, but he hesitated before stopping himself. We were already at the next room. "Library," he pointed out, not bothering to hold my hand again. We didn't go much further than that, he simply pointed out the bookshelves from the doorway and starting moving on to the next room.
As his worn out sneakers tapped against the floor, I wondered where the Hell this was leading to. So far, it seemed like a normal summer camp. Maybe they thought that just hanging out with a gay guy in a normal setting would turn me gay? If so, they were undoubtedly in for some disappointment.
"This next one's my favorite," he smiled mischievously. His expression made me wonder what the next room could be. A gym? Maybe a courtyard?
He, very unfortunately, grabbed my hand again as we came closer to it. Naturally, I tried to yank it away, but he prevented it.
His soft, sweaty, uncomfortable grip tightly bound to me, I gave up on escaping him again and just let him hold my hand.
We took a few more steps before we had finally reached the doorway of the acclaimed room. I couldn't see inside of it yet, since Kellin was blocking the way. Finally, he allowed my hand to free itself and I was able to corner around him to see inside. I could feel him smirking from behind me, so I knew something was up.
As soon as I saw what was inside of the room, my eyes bulged in both fear and anxiety. The contents of the room were so completely intimidating to the point where I could barely think, let alone speak. My mouth hung slightly open, my eyes glazing over what was inside.
"Like what you see?" Kellin asked. Suddenly, I felt hands on my hips and warm breath on my neck. Oh no.
I didn't know how to respond. I had never expected anything like this. The sight in front of me was so crazy that I almost didn't notice when Kellin's lips lightly touched the back of my neck. The smooth, wet kiss made me come back to my senses. Oh, Hell no.
I quickly yanked his hands off of me, turning around to face him. I backed away, afraid of what he might do. Please don't rip my ass in half, please.
He chuckled at my fearful expression. "Don't worry. We won't start until tomorrow."
I sighed in thankful relief. That was until I realized what he meant by "starting". I backed up even further, bumping into something. This room was really making me scared.
"Vic, calm down," he laughed, stepping closer. I tried to back up more but I couldn't. He said, "It won't be that bad, I promise."
I didn't respond.
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Straight To Gay In 30 Days ж Kellic (BoyxBoy)Fanfiction
Vic's mothers are Satanists who do not approve of his straightness. To "fix" this problem, they send him to a gay camp, where he will learn how to be "pure". Purely gay, that is.