gay one shots

the words are coming, i feel terrible (kellic)

[title lyric from when i get home you're so dead by mayday parade]

vic stole something from kellins brother so kellin tries and gets it back

very much inspired by ian and mickey from shameless ;)

smut warning lol

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"Kellin, you don't have to do this"

The small boy looked up to Alex, trying to seem more assure of himself. For someone who was almost 16, he was still pretty tiny.

"Yeah, yes I do" Kellin argued, zipping his hoodie up.

"Why the fuck do you want to do this so badly?" Alex demands

"Street cred, um, a chance to punch Vic Fuentes in the face"

Alex laughs lowly at his comment. Anyone in that entire fucking neighbourhood would want a chance to punch one of Fuentes kids in the face.

"What did he steal again?" Kellin asks, shaking his dark hair out of his eyes

"Ugh, he stole some of my pot. Not that big a deal Kells, we both have plenty of were that come from"

"No, it's our pot. We paid for it. And Vics gonna give it back"

Alex rolls his eyes and starts to put on his own jacket "At least let me come with you. I'll wait outside okay? Even I use backup"

The younger brother nods as they both make their way out of the shithole they have to call their home.

The Bostwicks lived in the southside of Chicago. It wasn't unusual to wake up to gunshots or to see a close friend or family member end up in prison. But hell, it was more fun living this way.

"Alright, I don't think Victor is home so you should be able to climb through the window and find the pot okay?" Alex says, referring to Vics dad, who wouldn't take any sympathy on Kellin if he found him snooping through his eldest sons room.

"Um, okay but, what if Vic or Mike sees me?" Kellin questions, starting to become really nervous.

Alex pulls something out of his jacket pocket. It's a blue pocket knife.

"Don't actually stab them if you can't help it. I don't want my baby brother to end up in jail"

Kellin smirks as they approach the Fuentes home. That house made the Bostwick home look like a fucking castle

"If you need me just scream my name okay?" Alex assures, sitting behind a bush

"Uh, okay" Kellin says, his anxieties flying through the roof as he climbs up the roof. He may of been short but he could climb like a motherfucker

The window to Vics room was almost completely broken, covered by a dusty sheet. Kellin could hear faint snoring coming from the room

Good, he was asleep

Kellin climbed through the window slowly, trying not to be loud to draw attention to himself. He landed on the hard floor with a small thud making him cringe slightly

But there he was. Vic himelf. Sprawled out on his bed, in a deep sleep. You could definitely see that he was apart of some gang. Piercings, shitty tattoos, could beat your ass in a second.

"Shit" Kellin mutters to himself. Now comes the hard part, finding the weed without getting himself killed.

He looks through the top drawer of Vics dresser only to find smelly clothes, a few condoms and other drugs that weren't his weed.