Kellic Smut lol
I sighed as I laid in my bed, staring up at the ceiling. It was Friday night, but I wasn't doing anything because my boyfriend-Kellin-didn't want to.
He claimed that he had a bunch of homework to finish, and I told him that he should just leave it till Sunday, like I do. He shot back that I also almost never turned my homework in either.
I couldn't argue with him there.
I flipped onto my stomach, kicking my feet up into the air. Why was there nothing to do at night?
I got a wicked thought and smirked, grabbing my phone. I pulled up the number that I had called many times before, just not for something like this.
It rang a few times before being picked up. "Hello?" Kellin answered, sounding exhausted.
"Hey, babe," I purred. He groaned, but not the sexy kind. More of the "I-wish-I-could-strangle-you-sometimes" kind.
"What, Vic? I'm writing an essay."
"I told you, leave it till Sunday."
"Why, so I would have a panic attack trying to finish it before school? No thanks."
I huffed. He worried too much, I swear of it. "You would get it done, Kellin. You're too nerdy to not get it done on time."
"I don't know if that's a compliment or an insult."
"Is there something you wanted, Vic? I need to work."
I started playing with the edge of the pillowcase, sighing. "Kellin, I want to play."
"I'm not playing any games with you, Vic," he said, sounding adorably mad. He was so innocent, he didn't even know what I meant.
I smirked. "Not that kind of game."
It was silent for a moment before he got it. "Vic what the hell oh my god no I can't I-"
"What are you wearing?" I interrupted.
"Clothes," he said firmly. "Clothes that are going to stay on."
"Come on," I whined. "We haven't done anything in forever. All I'm asking is for a little sloppy phone sex, not for the fucking universe."
"Vic, my sister is in the room next to mine," he hissed.
"Then I guess you'll have to be quiet."
"You're talking like we're going to do this!"
It was silent and I knew that he was thinking. That was one thing that I didn't particularly like about Kellin, but adored nonetheless. He was always overthinking, rather than doing.
"Come on, Kellin, have fun. I promise you'll like it."
He sighed, and I heard the rustling of his bed. "But I don't know what to do," he mumbled, probably hoping that I wouldn't hear him.
"I'll tell you what to do," I purred, laying on my back once again. "Ready?"
"No," he muttered. "Sure whatever."
"That's the spirit," I said sarcastically. "What are you wearing?"
"Clothes," he said stupidly. I sighed.
"You have to cooperate, Kells."
"What if I don't want to?" he challenged. I smirked.
"Then you're asking to be punished."