Warnings: smut! ex lovers! long one shot! I won't even say how many words! language? not much else (I think). Enjoy!

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They had broken up at least six months ago. It wasn't an ugly break-up exactly, the two of them simply decided enough was enough and to go their own ways. Of course, having being together for as long as they had, it still hurt. A lot.

For Vic it was tougher because he felt like he was the victim there. Kellin was just... Infuriating at times. Most of the time. And emotionally unable to truly commit to anything, even after the two years they'd been together. Even after the year of friendship before that.

Vic always felt that his ex could never love him as much as he loved him. It was simple as that.

He couldn't believe it had been that long already. And he didn't know why he was thinking about Kellin all of a sudden. He actually thought about him most of the time though, as much as it annoyed him to no end. He should be trying harder to get over him, he knew that much. And he was. Sort of.

That's why he didn't understand why he was thinking about calling him in the death of night. Perhaps because he was alone and it was Friday night and he had like two glasses of whiskey and whiskey always reminded him of his ex. He wasn't drunk exactly, he was lost in nostalgia. Or maybe he just missed having someone to fall asleep with.

Whatever the reason, Vic ended up picking up his phone anyway and pondered on what he should do. He opened the messages app and scrolled down to where Kellin's contact was. He tapped on it with doubtful fingers and sighed, their last conversation had been pretty sad. A simple We need to chat from Vic. And a Okay, I'm getting home with dinner soon from Kellin. And then another of two weeks after those from Kellin asking to go pick up the rest of his stuff.

He didn't want to think about that day, so instead he pondered on what to say. He shouldn't even say anything. Maybe he should send an emoji. Or maybe he should throw his phone in a drawer, lock it and loose the key.

He wrote up Hey. Simple enough, he thought. His thumb hovered over the send button, thinking some more, until finally he pressed it and the blue bubble slid up on his screen. Well, now he's done it.

He sighed again and rubbed his face with his hands. Regret already growing on him like vines, until his phone started ringing. He frowned, already thinking about ignoring it. But he checked. And boy, it was not what he expected.

Kellin was calling him. Kellin was calling him. Why was Kellin calling? Realizing the phone had rang enough times to probably hit voicemail soon, he picked up the phone and answered the call.

"Are you drunk?" Was the first thing Kellin said. It had been so long since he'd heard the other man's voice and Vic felt how all the oxygen left his lungs.

"Uh... What? No." He replied instantly. "Why would you think that?"

"You just texted me," Kellin retorted. His voice getting louder thanks to the background noise of wherever he was.

"Uh, well, yeah." Vic didn't know why he was so nervous. It was Kellin. His ex. They weren't supposed to get nervous.

"Why?"

He didn't know exactly. "I um, I'm not sure."

Kellin laughed and the sound made Vic smile to himself a little. He had a pretty laugh. He kind of missed hearing it. "Vic, you are drunk."

"I am not, I promise." He replied quickly, not sure why it mattered that much anyway. "I guess I was wondering what you were up to?"

Vic could already see Kellin's eyebrow raising in question. "What I'm up to? Well, I'm out right now, I had a party. What about you?"

Where they really having a small real conversation?

"Oh, not much. Stayed home, watched a movie."

"By yourself?"

Vic held back a big sigh. "Yup."

For a few seconds neither of them said anything. Vic could still hear the noises and music in the background from Kellin's end. Of course Kellin was at a party or at some club on a Friday night.

He was always out and about thanks to his job in the fashion industry. And now he felt even more stupid for being the one all alone and calling him up.

"So... Want some company?" Kellin's voice interrupted his thoughts. And his stomach made a flip at the suggestion.

"Oh, uh..." Vic thought about how much of a bad idea that would be. Having him at the apartment again, seeing him again after all this time. However, despite knowing all the consequences he still said, "sure, yeah."

"Sweet. I can be there in a bit." Was all Kellin said before hanging up the call.

And it wasn't that long until Vic heard the buzz of the intercom coming from the kitchen, making him get up to let his ex boyfriend back into the complex.

Just on the other side of Vic's apartment door, high heels clicked steadily on the wooden floors with each step Kellin took towards his destination. He hadn't been there in so long. All these hallway walls he used to know so well were bringing back so many memories. This had been his home once. Before. And now he was back. Even when he already knew it was going to be for one night only, he didn't mind much. He wasn't going to pass up on the opportunity to see Vic once again.

The second he got the text he knew what Vic wanted. He wanted it just as much. Vic was just a bit less blunt about it. He didn't mind. That party he was at had been boring from the start. Some hot guys hit on him through the night but he wasn't that interested. And it was only when he got Vic's text that he finally felt some sort of excitement in months.

So he knocked on the door he used to have a key for and not a second later Vic Fuentes was in front of him once again. And he looked hot. A little tired maybe. And wearing pajamas. But he was still that hot man he had been dating for the past two years.

"Hey there," Kellin said, trying to keep his voice smooth.

"Hey.." Vic echoed, trying to keep his mouth from hanging open.

Vic expected to feel the way he was feeling upon seeing his ex boyfriend again, after what felt like an eternity. He never expected to see him dressed like that though. And that was making him feel some other type of way.

Kellin was right there in front of him wearing a black tight top and a silky red mini skirt that left his toned curvy legs on display, for just a few inches, the rest of them were covered by thigh high black socks, finishing off with black stiletto high heels.

Kellin didn't miss the way Vic's eyes traveled up and down his body and that gave him a little bit of satisfaction. He knew he looked hot as fuck. He was glad he had picked this outfit for the party. Vic wouldn't be able to resist.

"Are you gonna let me in, or are you just going to stare?" He chirped, making Vic blink rapidly and nod his head.

"Yeah, yes, come on in." He opened the door wide, letting the other man walk in easily.

Kellin looked around the place and chuckled to himself. It hadn't changed at all. He'd thought maybe Vic would've redecorated the whole apartment since he was always saying he wanted to do it. He wonders why he's kept it the same way after six months of him being gone. He could've done so much already.

He turned around and gave Vic a small smile. "Place looks nice."

"Oh, yeah." Vic said avoiding his gaze. He was so cute while nervous, Kellin thought. It was always amusing because he knew how not-nervous he could be while in other circumstances.

He walked through the living room, running his hand over the couch in front of the TV. He made his way to the kitchen and left his bag on the counter.

"Could I get some water?" He asked, but he was taking a glass already and pouring himself some water from a jar.

He noticed the half full bottle of whiskey resting on the other counter beside the fridge and smirked to himself.

Vic joined him in the kitchen and Kellin offered him another glass of water. "Or maybe more scotch?" To which he shook his head.

Vic didn't know what to do with himself. Here Kellin was again, in his apartment, looking so extremely good, being so nonchalant about everything. It was slowly killing him. There were so many things he wanted to say to him, to ask, but his brain was empty and he couldn't even form words. He hated feeling nervous. And it was worse because he knew Kellin could tell he was nervous and he knew Kellin loved that and he would take it for his advantage.

"You're pretty quiet," Kellin commented as he finished his water. "It's kinda new."

"I don't know what to say," Vic said truthfully, now standing in front of Kellin.

Kellin bit his bottom lip slowly, as if lost in thought, and took a step closer to Vic. "What if we don't say anything then?"

"Uh, maybe we should.. talk for a bit? Catch up?" Vic didn't mean to make that sound like a question but it did come out as one. Kellin had that small hint of amusement in his eyes, and he hated that.

"Or maybe we should just fuck."

That certainly made Vic's heart speed up its beatings and his eyes open wide at Kellin's straightforwardness.

"Come on, we both know why you called." Kellin stepped even closer, the high heels making him tower over Vic for a few inches.

"...You called." Vic gulped down.

"You texted first." Kellin shrugged.

"I just wanted to-"

"Yeah, yeah..." Kellin didn't let him finish his sentence as he leaned down and pressed his mouth to Vic's in the most ferocious way, pressing himself into the older man and pushing him into the nearest wall. And well, it was something.

After the initial shock wore off, Vic started kissing back. His own body already reacting to Kellin's moves and touches. Oh how he'd missed this. He didn't realize just how much he had missed kissing Kellin. And he knew it was probably wrong to feel that way, since their break up should've made him hate him. But here he was. Moving his lips against Kellin's once again, feeling his tongue run along his bottom lip and opening up to let him in.

Kellin's hands started roaming his neck, shoulders and trailed downwards until he undid the knot of his sweatpants and his hand slid inside taking ahold of him in the most torturous way.

Vic gasped at the sudden contact and broke the kiss, breathing heavily as Kellin trailed more kisses and bites down his neck.

"Darling you're so pretty it hurts," the raven haired man whispered into his ear and the words sent shivers down Vic's spine. And it also made him finally wake up.

He pushed Kellin away from his body roughly and spun them around so now Kellin was the one pinned against the wall. The younger gasped at the contact and looked into Vic's eyes. His gaze was darker now and filled with that familar, well not so familiar anymore, lusty tint he used to love so much. Kellin held back a smirk.

"Darling," Vic said in a low, angry tone. "Who the fuck told you you were in control?"

Kellin gave him the most innocent smile. "You were taking too long."

"Don't talk back to me." Vic gripped the younger's waist making him squirm at the touch.

Vic looked down between them and trailed his hand around the waist of Kellin's skirt.

"Look at you all dressed up," Vic shook his head. "How many fucks has this little skirt earned you huh? Answer me."

He pushed him further against the wall. Kellin could already feel himself growing inside his panties. He couldn't wait for Vic to see them and lose his mind.

"A- A few," Kellin said without thinking, fully knowing it would make Vic angrier.

"Such a fucking slut," Vic mumbled. "Take it off."

He stepped away from Kellin, waiting. The darkness in his eyes intensifying. Kellin was trying his best not to grin from ear to ear. He loved this. He loved everything about this. And if Vic wanted a show, a show he was going to get.

He started stepping out of the stilettos but Vic stopped him.

"Uh uh. Keep those on."

He nodded and looked at him, silently daring his eyes to remain locked with his own while his right hand slid the skirt's side zipper down, slowly, until it was completely undone.

Vic bit his lip and his eyes trailed down to Kellin's hips. He swayed them sensually as he slid off the little garment from his waist and when it was enough he let it drop to the floor right on top of his heels, leaving his panties and semi hard-on exposed.

"And what are those?" Vic gritted his teeth. He was actually losing his mind over the sight in front of him. But he couldn't let the younger know.

"Oh these?" Kellin said innocently, looking down and trailing his fingers around the lacy black fabric. He giggled and took a tentative step towards Vic. He looked up at him again and tilted his head to a side. "Do you like them...?"

Vic grabbed at his jaw with a strong grip and Kellin gasped at the sudden move. His lips parted as he breathed heavily and looked into Vic's lustful eyes.

"You don't get to ask questions," he said before connecting their lips again into a rough and needy kiss.

Kellin kissed back eagerly, desperately holding onto Vic. He was quick to wrap his legs around the other man's waist and him being stronger lifted him up, grabbing at his ass in the process. And as they made out Vic made their way into what used to be their room not long ago.

He dropped Kellin into the bed with a bounce and the younger let out a laugh. Vic was quick to crawl in between his sock covered legs and lifted them to his shoulders. He kissed the soft skin that wasn't covered taking his time to bite and lick and nibble every inch. Vic always loved to take care of him like that. It was bringing Kellin so many memories but it was making him even more desperate.

"Vic," he gasped as the other man got closer and closer to that area that was already throbbing but that he was purposely avoiding.

Vic didn't reply as he held the thin lace of Kellin's underwear and helped him out of it, also taking his shirt off in the process. Now Kellin was only wearing the socks, and the stilettos. And he felt so unbelievable sexy. And turned on.

He brought Vic closer to him and kissed him again, shoving his tongue into the other's mouth and grinding his hips up to create some much needed contact against his crotch. Vic was wearing too many clothes, he thought, and he needed to fix that. But he knew Vic was still in control and he got a reminder once the older started littering kisses down his neck, his chest, his stomach.

"Don't even think about touching yourself." He said.

He expected to be teased at least a little but Vic kept going downwards and then he lifted his right leg up and his heart pounded as he felt his cheeks being spread apart and Vic's tongue run across his hole.

"Fuck Vic," Kellin moaned, grabbing at his brown locks tightly to avoid touching his cock. He loved it either way.

Vic swirled his tongue in circles which made Kellin roll his head back in the pillows. He was always so good at rimming and when he started fucking his pointed tongue in and out of his ass Kellin couldn't keep quiet anymore. He was hitting his spot over and over and the sensations were becoming too much too soon, but he didn't even care if he came this soon. He knew he could come again with Vic any time.

Vic loved how loud Kellin could be and he hadn't realized how much he missed hearing his desperate whines and cries as he made him feel this good. It brought him a strange sense of satisfaction. He liked to think he was the only one who could make Kellin feel this way. He knew that was far from true, though.

And deciding Kellin had had enough and knowing he was getting close to his brink (he himself was getting uncomfortable down there too) he stopped his assault and licked at his lips, smirking at the flushed man underneath him. Still kneeling on the bed he took off his shirt and dropped it to the floor, finding it nice that Kellin was clearly checking him out.

"Let me help." Kellin sat up on the bed and tugged at the hem of Vic's sweatpants once again.

Biting his lip he pulled them down and gave Vic a shit eating grin because he wasn't wearing any underwear beneath. He didn't let Vic say anything though before taking his whole length in his mouth. If Kellin remembered one thing, it's that Vic loved blowjobs. Especially his. So he worked his mouth as he knew Vic loved and the tanned man held him as he bobbed his head up and down, licking and sucking and making Vic groan in delight.

"Stop, I need to fuck you." Vic gasped and pulled Kellin by his hair, making him kneel in front of him again.

"Then fuck me," he said out of breath, fluids drooling from his lips.

With a rough move Vic turned Kellin around and grabbed at his hips, leaving only his bottom off the bed. Vic reached for the stuff they'd be needing from the bedside table and quickly put a condom on, soaking it with enough lube and pouring some onto Kellin's ass as well. They didn't use condoms before, but. Whatever. He didn't want to think about that.

He lined himself up and in a instant that familiar heat engulfed him once again and it took everything in him not to pound into Kellin. The younger man moaned at the feeling of being stretched, but he loved that same feeling so much.

He enjoyed the way Vic knew what he was doing. He liked how Vic knew how to move and all the hidden spots of his body that made him want to scream. He knew him. And that's what made this casual encounter all the better.

Vic thrusted his hips hard and fast without needing Kellin to tell him he wanted it hard and fast. He gripped Kellin's hips tightly, probably already leaving bruises and fucked Kellin with more force. When the younger let out a high pitched whine, he knew he had found it. And he took that as an advantage.

"Ah, ah! Vic," his voice was choked, signaling he was getting close. "Please, please don't stop."

And he didn't. He was right there with him and he couldn't have stopped even if he'd wanted to.

"Kellin," Vic groaned, slamming into him even faster as he felt his peak coming. "Fuck, touch yourself."

He didn't need to be told twice. Kellin's wrist moved desperately against his cock and the strong pounding had him seeing white as he finally reached his climax, spilling into the blue colored covers. Seconds later he felt Vic pull out of him and with a last moan he felt hot strings drop into his back as Vic rode out his orgasm.

"Holy shit," he said of breath, plopping on the bed next to Kellin, on his back and staring at the ceiling awestrucked.

Kellin chuckled, trying to calm himself down too while he laid on his stomach, not really caring about the mess. "That was great."

Vic nodded his head. Great indeed. Great, indeed. He was in that pure blissed out state that he couldn't think much of anything anymore.

"I'll see you around V," was the last thing he heard Kellin say before he drifted off into a deep sleep.

×××

The next morning Vic thought his encounter with Kellin had been a wild dream he had due to his loneliness. But he was naked in bed and the sheets were all messy and stained and he felt that ease he often felt when he got a nice night with Kellin. Which used to be his usual morning feeling when they were together.

It was odd feeling it again after all these months apart.

He groaned and turned around on the bed, wishing he could stay sleeping all day. He knew even if it was Saturday morning, he had errands to run which he couldn't do during the week. Still, he hugged a pillow to his chest and agreed with himself that 5 more minutes wouldn't hurt anybody. And he didn't miss how deep down, way deep down, he also wished it was Kellin he was spooning instead of the white cushion he slept on every night.

Like he said, odd feelings.

×××

After ticking all the tasks in his mental to do list, Vic ended up at the mall's food court eating a burger because he couldn't be bothered with cooking himself lunch that day. He was sitting by himself on a far corner, scrolling aimlessly through random social media. He hated eating alone. But lately that's all he's been doing.

He didn't want to think too much about things, those things being mostly Kellin and what they were up to the night before. He didn't want to think about it so he wasn't thinking about it at all. He wasn't. He was only thinking that it had probably been a bad idea to get involved again, even if it was for only one night. Especially when it had been for only one night.

It couldn't be a good thing to sleep casually with an ex. They broke up for a reason after all. But every time he was around Kellin he couldn't think straight. He didn't regret it exactly, no one could really regret such experience, but he knew he would overthink it, and guess what he was doing. Not that he was going to admit it.

He was in the middle of shoving a bunch of fries into his mouth when someone pulled the chair in front of him and sat with a tray. He almost choked when he saw the person haunting his brain for the past hour, or day, smirking at him and raising an eyebrow.

"You have something here," Kellin motioned with his finger to the corner of his lips, showing Vic that he had a bit of sauce there.

Vic frowned and tried to chew as quickly as possible without choking, and took a paper napkin to run it over his mouth.

"What the hell are you doing here?" He said, covering his mouth with his hand and still chewing the last bit of fries.

Kellin shrugged and unwrapped his food. "Saw you all alone and said, let's make the poor dude some company."

Kellin looked, well, Kellin looked fucking fantastic. Like he always did. He was wearing a colorful vintage bomber jacket with stripes resembling a rainbow over a white t-shirt and dark skinny jeans. His hair seemed a little damp and Vic couldn't help but look at him like it was the first time he was seeing him.

"Who says I need company?" He took his cup and sipped on his Sprite.

Kellin chuckled. "You hate eating alone."

This shut Vic up. "Whatever."

He took another bite of his burger and saw as Kellin ate his veggie wrap as well. It should've been awkward. It should've felt weird. It only felt normal. Like they agreed to go have lunch at the mall together as if nothing had ever happened between them.

They should've been arguing. Or yelling at each other. Yet they talked as if they were friends again. They teased each other like they often did when they were together. Or even before when they were just friends. Vic hadn't smiled or laughed like that in a while and he welcomed the feeling. He welcomed Kellin again in his life, even if it was for just a brief moment.

He didn't want it to be for just a brief moment, though.

And he guessed that's the reason he didn't question why Kellin was at the mall just when he was. When he asked him Kellin only replied "bright minds" and shot him a wink. And he found he didn't mind having small talk with the person he once used to love more than anything in the world.

"Hey could I ask you a favor?" Kellin said once he finished his food.

"Sure," Vic shrugged.

"Could you give me a ride home?" Kellin gave him a nervous smile.

"What happened to your car?" Vic asked.

"Mechanics," Kellin didn't get into details. "Please? You'd be saving me a very long bus ride home."

Vic pretended to analyze the situation, in all honesty he still would do anything for Kellin and such a small favor didn't seem like such a big deal anyway. So he agreed and Kellin beamed and soon enough they were walking to the parking lot and in what felt like a blink of an eye Kellin was once again sitting on the passenger seat of his car changing radio stations trying to pick one that played the songs he liked. Which was always very difficult.

And the wind was blowing through his dark hair making it all go in different directions and he looked like he didn't care one bit and he was so handsome he couldn't help all the thoughts running through his head. Again.

They hadn't talked about their night at all. They hadn't talked about anything substantial to their former relationship or what caused to end it at all. They hadn't apologized for all things said or all things done. It felt like a clean slate without having cleaned anything. Vic didn't know what to think but he found himself thinking about all the things he wanted to do to Kellin instead.

He knew the night before was still haunting him, in the best way possible. He found himself craving his ex boyfriend more than ever now that he was so close to him again. He wasn't his anymore, but he wanted him anyway.

He was so pretty. And his body was so perfect. He could never understand how could just one person be so damn flawless. But he had to accept it because Kellin was that kind person. He was intoxicating and he knew how to take advantage of that. Vic could feel himself falling under his spell, for a second time. Or the hundredth.

And that's why when he pulled up outside Kellin's new place he gripped the steering wheel tightly and turned to Kellin before he could open the door and told him to wait. Kellin looked at him, those big eyes of his silently daring him to say what they were both thinking.

"Yeah?" He questioned, tilting his head and trying real heard not to smirk.

Kellin wasn't dumb. He noticed every single look Vic was giving him. He knew what he was thinking. He knew he wanted him again and he wanted him just as bad. That previous night was something Kellin couldn't describe yet. It had been like finally finding some water after so many days on a desert. It was like finally being able to breathe again, to feel again. And he didn't want it to end so soon. That's why he didn't think of it twice when he saw him at the mall and sat at his table. Life is funny sometimes and he wasn't going to complain. Now Vic just needed to say the words and it was done. And it didn't take much for him to say it anyway.

"Aren't you going to invite me in?"

×××

"Ah! Vic." Kellin gasped as his neck and collarbone were assaulted with hard bites and kisses from the tanned man, probably already leaving bruises and loving every bit of it. He gripped Vic's broad shoulders tightly as his hips grinded up against him. Vic's shirt already long gone, Kellin's jacket laying down somewhere on the floor.

They didn't make it to Kellin's room. Instead, the second they got into the apartment they couldn't resist one more second and met halfway, making out heavily in the small living room until they found a home on the couch, where Kellin was now underneath Vic and both of them getting extremely hot and hungrier for more as they kissed and got each other more worked up.

Vic took the pale man's shirt off and rubbed at the soft skin of his tattooed chest, looking into his clear eyes, breathing heavily, noticing that dark tint of lust already clouding them.

"Why are you so fucking hot?" Vic said, his voice low as he analyzed every inch of skin. "The things I wanna do to you..."

Kellin took a deep breath in and pulled him down again, kissing him harder, opening his mouth and tangling their tongues together. He felt so warm all over his body, the weight of Vic was somehow giving him a sense of comfort he hadn't felt in so long and he didn't know what to think of that. So he opted for wanting to please the tanned man instead.

"Let me do things to you. Sit." Kellin whispered once they pulled away to catch their breath and Vic chuckled against his mouth, giving him a peck and turning to sit on the couch, his back on the cream cushions and his feet on the ground. He wasn't going to demand this time. If Kellin wanted a bit of control he could have it.

Kellin straddled Vic's hips and kissed him again, making sure his hips moved slow and hard on top of him. Kellin loved being on top, it made him feel empowered, in a way. He kept moving his hips and lips as his hands traveled to the buttons of Vic's jeans, skillfully undoing them and taking him into his hand.

Vic was already so turned on once he felt Kellin touching him he broke the kiss to let out a deep groan. Kellin grinned, pleased with the effect and got off him to take the rest of the jeans and briefs off, biting his lip as he took in the sight before him.

Vic smirked. Kellin rolled his eyes.

"Shut up," he took him fully in his hand, flicking his wrist in a steady pace.

"I didn't say anything," Vic laid his head back as he took in the pleasure Kellin was giving him.

The paler of the two got off the couch and kneeled, spreading Vic's legs apart and licking his lips before running his tongue from his base to his tip, giving Vic a playful grin. He then took him fully in his mouth, going lower with each suction he gave. All the while giving Vic that innocent look he knew drove him mad.

Vic gasped short breaths and groaned, holding Kellin's head in place and hitting the back of his throat, making him moan and send even more vibrations through Vic's entire body. Vic couldn't hold himself any longer and bucked his hips in time with Kellin's head. It felt so good. It felt incredible.

Once Kellin knew the man under him had reached his full hardness he freed him with a loud, wet pop and took off his own pants, making sure to give Vic another show. He took a condom from his pocket as well and a little bottle of lube and kneeled over Vic on the couch again.

"You were planning this," Vic pointed out.

Kellin shook his head. "I just like being prepared."

He put the condom on Vic and soaked him in lube, stroking his shaft once again.

"Do you need prep?" Vic asked and Kellin shook his head.

"I just want you."

And in that same position he took a hold of his cock and lined it up to his ass. And he sank down slowly until his skin fully met Vic's and Vic moaned at the tightness and Kellin gasped at the thickness and took a deep breath as he started moving, slowly at first and then getting into a steady rhythm, holding onto the back of the couch as best as he could.

He started bouncing faster and moaning louder as all the feelings inside him took over, he looked down at Vic and kissed him, the other man holding onto his ass tightly and moving in time with his thrusts. Kellin's dick got some friction from how close their chests were and he grunted into Vic's mouth.

"Fuck me, Vic, oh my God," he moaned loudly as he hit his spot over and over again making him move even faster and push into him harder.

"Say you love my cock inside you."

Kellin repeated the words in a heartbeat, all the sensations intensified. Vic thrusted up faster and Kellin let out a scream because he was hitting his prostate dead on. He leaned his head back and looked at the ceiling as he let Vic take over. That hot feeling already forming in the pit of his stomach.

"You're so sexy, Kells, I, fuck." Vic grunted, reaching to take hold of Kellin's dick and pumped him as fast as his thrusts.

Kellin kissed him again, placing his hands on each side of Vic's face and moved his hips erratically until he was shooting up white lines all over Vic's chest, letting out a loud moan and a call of his name.

"Oh my God," he gasped, he was seeing white. He felt so unbelievably satisfied and he needed for Vic to feel the same.

He didn't mind that he was already spent and exhausted, he massaged Vic's dick inside him again despite his overall sensitivity and helped him reach his climax.

"Kellin.. Ah! Kellin... Holy shit. I'm coming, I'm fucking-" Vic couldn't finish his sentence because he stilled inside Kellin and shot into the condom, riding out his orgasm with slow and lazy thrusts.

They were both breathing heavily, eyes lidded and the threat of a smile hinting at each other's mouths. That had been fun and they both knew it. Kellin bit his lip and lifted himself off Vic to drop beside him on the couch. Vic turned to him and leaned over him, Kellin didn't know what he was doing but soon enough Vic was leaning down to lick at his chest, eating out his cum with a flick of his tongue making Kellin giggle in the process. Then he laid back on the sofa, still catching his breath and looking at the ceiling.

Vic thought that if it felt this good it couldn't be such a bad idea after all. It just couldn't.

"Want a drink?" Kellin asked when he finally caught his breath.

Vic looked at him and gave him a small smile. "Sure."

He wondered if he could ever be able to say no to him. Probably not.

And so Kellin stood up, feeling his legs shake a little, and put on his underwear and Vic's scattered shirt which fit him one size too big and walked over to the kitchen. Vic also put on his briefs and followed Kellin, who handed him a beer bottle once he closed his fridge. He uncapped it with the opener hanging by one of the cabinets and took a sip.

"You have a nice place," he commented.

"Yeah, it's a piece of crap in my opinion." Kellin chuckled, also drinking his beer.

Vic decided to not say more on the matter.

"So this," Vic leaned on the counter beside the fridge and looked at Kellin who gave him a curious yet playful look.

"This..." He repeated.

"Is it going to be a thing?"

Kellin bit his lip. "Why? Do you want it to be?"

Vic shrugged, afraid of the answer himself. "Do you?"

Kellin took another sip. "I mean, it's been fun."

It had been more than fun, but Vic didn't say that out loud.

"We could call each other up whenever we feel like fucking." Kellin said bluntly.

Vic raised his eyebrows and took some more beer. This was dangerous. He knew that much. Him and Kellin didn't end in bad terms but the reason they broke up was basically related to the actions they were partaking in now and he knew he shouldn't agree to seeing him again because it will only leave him even more lost than before and even more prone to a broken heart again.

But he couldn't get enough of Kellin.

Just seeing him standing there wearing his shirt and nothing else but his underwear, was already making him want his body again. He knew what his answer would be before he even proposed the encounters. He knew that he was fucked from the second he sent that text. He didn't even care at that point anymore. And so he said,

"Alright, let's do that."

"Alright," Kellin grinned and walked closer to Vic, standing on his tip toes to kiss his lips.

"Let's go get a shower then."

×××

After that evening, Vic got texts from Kellin asking to meet almost every day. Vic thought he would be the one to call Kellin up all the time but he always beat him to it. At least they were both in the same page about their arrangement and didn't mind meeting so often. It was all physicalities after all.

It was curious though, they had been fucking more in the first few weeks after they sealed the deal than in the two years that they were actually together, and they actually thought their sex drive was high when they were a couple. Neither of them could complain, really. Vic had never had so much fun before and even when in the back of his mind he still knew that everything was going to come bite him eventually, he couldn't stop saying yes to every call. He couldn't ignore the location pin Kellin sent him or open the door whenever Kellin rang the intercom. Or go pick him up after work to go eat something and end up tangled in sheets after.

They did it... mostly everywhere. Vic's living room, Vic's kitchen, the laundry room from Kellin's building, the backseat of Vic's car in empty parking lots, on Kellin's bed, on the floor of the living room (again), so on and so on. Being together was something they both found themselves looking forward to every day and it was because it was just too easy. They already knew each other inside and out, they'd already had a relationship, they'd already had all the fights and all the make-ups. It was familiar.

But maybe a little too familiar. And that was the tricky part.

Vic knew all the feelings he ever felt for Kellin never really went away when they broke up. In reality, after the six months they'd been apart those feelings weren't even close to being gone at all. And now that they were having sex so often, he was starting to blur the lines between it only being physical and all his emotional baggage.

Kellin, on the other hand, had it very clear in his head that it was just sex. He had to make himself believe that because that's the only thing he would ever be good for. For most of his life, people wanted him just for his body and he didn't mind, never did. He actually liked being admired all the time. It wasn't until he started dating Vic that it became an issue. And either way, Vic proved to be just like the rest of them that wanted anything to do with him only if sex was involved. He didn't want him to be his boyfriend but his fuckbuddy. And it was fine, really. He was glad. That way he didn't have to deal with Vic and his endless accusations about what he did or didn't do in his spare time. Even though all he was doing was him anyway. He was sure he wouldn't believe him. Vic wouldn't have to suffer so much on his account like he often did while they were together. It was clearly a win-win situation.

The only downside was that Kellin was starting to forget to put his walls up around Vic.

Slowly, they were sharing more moments talking, or going on random walks around town, or eating out for dinner or breakfast, or having movie nights after work. With no sex. And it was nice. It felt good. It'd always felt good to have Vic around. But there was nothing he could do because it was his fault they didn't work out. He was the one who fucked everything up in the first place. He didn't deserve to get back with Vic and Vic definitely deserved better than him.

One night, after they did end up in bed, Kellin was too tired to leave their- Vic's apartment. And he thought it wouldn't hurt much to just spend the night and leave early in the morning. They were both spent and on the verge of falling asleep anyway. So he stayed. Vic had said he didn't mind. And in the morning, when the sunlight woke him up and his brain adjusted to reality, he found himself never wanting to leave.

He must've cuddled up to Vic during the night because his arms were wrapped around his middle, his head laid on top of his shoulders and his legs were tangled up with his. The covers on top of them making everything feel so unbelievably warm. Kellin found it, nice. And he didn't miss how his heartbeat sped up and his stomach tied in knots as he looked at Vic's sleeping form.

He was so beautiful with his eyes closed and his even breaths, his plump lips slightly parted as little sounds came out of him as he dreamt. He couldn't help himself and lifted his head a bit to give him a little kiss there. Then he smiled and closed his eyes again, hugging Vic tightly to him once more. Wishing that things were different and they never ended their relationship. Wishing he had fought harder for his love. Wishing he didn't feel so many things for him now, now that it was all over.

And eventually he fell asleep.

×××

"Who are you texting?" Tony asked Vic upon seeing him smiling to his phone.

Tony was one of Vic's best friends, they had agreed to meet for lunch in between their work shifts and were currently at a sandwich shop which had recently opened in the area. The pair of friends were waiting for their orders when the former noticed Vic taking out his phone from his pocket and typing out quickly with a smile on his face. He instantly got curious, and suspicious.

"Uh, no one." Vic said very unconvincingly locking his phone and putting it on the table.

Which he shouldn't have done because Tony was very nosy and he automatically took the phone just as a new notification popped up on the screen, showing Kellin's contact name and a text with an address.

"Bro. Why is Kellin texting you?" Tony asked, a little shocked, a deep frown already forming on his forehead.

"He's not," Vic said, and he already knew that was a lame response.

"Hold up. Are you back together?!" Tony couldn't even believe it. "Why didn't I know about this?"

"We're not," Vic was trying to get back his phone.

"Huh? Then why is he texting you addresses?"

"It's nothing. He was telling me about this work launch thing he has..."

Tony looked at him dumbfounded, as if that sentence explained everything. "And??"

"It's sort of a big deal? Like his boss is throwing this huge party for a new clothing brand reveal," Vic started explaining, but upon seeing Tony's face he backtracked a little. "And um... I'm going with him to this."

Tony had always been very protective of Vic. Even if Vic was a year older and much more built than the dark haired man, Tony's always felt like the protector of all of his friends. He was mostly the voice of reason of their group. And he was pretty okay with that. So as such, he was already very weary of this entire situation. Even when he knew next to nothing about it.

"Vic, I swear if you don't tell me what's really going on. Why are you talking to Kellin again?"

"Alright, alright." Vic sighed. "We're not back together, we're kind of... Just sleeping together."

Tony didn't say anything at first. Which was more nerve-wracking than him making an outburst or screaming at Vic for being so dumb. Tony would never call him dumb to his face anyway. He would say something wise to make him really think about it and come to a conclusion on his own. He'd always hated that. This time though, the complete opposite happened.

"Are you stupid?" Tony put his hands on his head in disbelief. "Why would you do that?"

Vic could've laughed if Tony didn't look so extremely worried. "Uh, it kind of just happened."

"Just happened?!" Tony's eyes opened wide. "How long has this been going on?"

"To be honest I don't like this interrogation," Vic crossed his arms.

"Well I'm sorry but I'm going to ask all the questions."

And so Vic spilled everything about his thing with Kellin. He actually felt glad that he was finally talking about it with someone. Especially Tony. He could finally let everything out in the open.

"Look," Tony sighed again. "You're still in love with the guy."

"I'm not."

"Oh my god Vic, you are. I know that look and from everything you just told me... You're pretty fucked."

That's the only thing Vic knew for sure.

"Don't you remember everything you went through when you were together?"

Vic knew, of course. He thought about it constantly. But he couldn't give it up. He was so hung up on Kellin, he would've done worse. He didn't want to lose him again, even if he didn't even have him.

"You're hoping to get back together with him, don't you?" Tony said after Vic finished speaking.

Vic sighed. "I know it's not going to happen."

"It shouldn't happen," Tony retorted. "You should be getting over him not inside him."

Vic rolled his eyes and covered his face with his hands. "Stop."

"And if you're only being casual, why is he inviting you to things, dude."

Vic wished he knew the answer to that.

"I don't know, it's been weird lately." Vic pondered. "We haven't slept together in like a week."

Tony couldn't even.

"And what, you've been going out?"

"Kind of."

"Vic," Tony sighed. "after everything he did to you, you shouldn't even give him the time of day."

"He didn't do anything to me, not exactly."

"You were the one saying he cheated on you all the time."

"He didn't, he just liked to... flirt his life away."

"Yeah. And that's exactly why you broke up."

"God. I know that. I don't know what to do anymore."

"Look I'm not one to judge here. You can do whatever you want, it's your life, but if you still have feelings for him you should put a stop to it, you're only going to get hurt worse than the first time. And I shouldn't even be telling you this, I'm sure you know that too."

Vic only nodded and looked out to the streets. And Tony looked at him with yet another sigh. Kellin was Vic's weak spot, it was like that all the time when they were together, everyone could see it. He would do anything for the dude. But he also knew how hard it had been for his friend and how much he had to endure thanks to Kellin's... personality. He could only hope Vic knew what he was doing. He didn't want for him to get messed up again. Or more than he already was.

Vic on his end really thought he knew what he was doing. He had it under control. Everything was fine. Tony was just being dramatic. But he had a point. It was hurting him more already. Because it was killing him not being able to call him his. Maybe he should say goodbye to Kellin for good. Maybe after going with Kellin to that party he will call if off. It was time to move on. It was time for him to be alone for once.

So yeah, he decided, he was going to end it after that party. But the plan didn't go quite as planned.

×××

Vic arrived at the hotel at 5. The launch party wouldn't be for at least another hour but Kellin said his boss gave all the staff rooms to stay the night after the event ended, so he told Vic to meet him there whenever he wanted. Vic figured he might as well get ready there too.

So Vic got out of his car holding his outfit behind his shoulder, sunglasses on and cap on backwards and left the keys to the valet staff and entered the hotel's door as if he was a movie star. On the outside. Because on the inside he was filled with deep cutting anxiety.

He was still torn and he didn't know what to do. He still planned on finishing whatever him and Kellin had together, and because of that he felt like the night was possibly a mistake. But he still wanted to be there. He wanted to give himself some sort of closure before saying goodbye again.

So with a last sigh he knocked on the white wooden door and took the keycard out of his pocket to open it, though Kellin beat him to it and opened the door with a smile. And everything went to hell again.

"You're just in time," Kellin chuckled, letting the tanned man walk in.

Kellin spun around and turned his head to a side. "Could you zip me?"

It took Vic a second to decode what was requested of him. Kellin looked dazzling. He was wearing a black wide legged jumpsuit that had a low V neck on both front and back, but the back was still a bit higher and needed zipping.

So he stepped forward, closing the door softly behind him, and reached for the ends of Kellin's back to zip the garment up, making the black fabric mold to his curves in such a flawless way.

"Thanks," Kellin chirped and turned around. When he spun, the black material flowed with him.

He looked so beautiful Vic could die.

"Do you think it'll be too much if I wear the kimono?" Kellin asked pointing at said item of clothing on the bed. It was a shade of green that could easily be considered teal and it reminded Vic of Kellin's eyes.

He chuckled a bit to himself. "Well, it definitely matches my suit."

Kellin's eyes popped open when he noticed the dry cleaning's bag hanging from his shoulder. And he grinned from ear to ear once Vic showed him the coral suit jacket and pants and white dress shirt he was going to wear.

"Please, I need to see you in that to believe it."

And well, Vic looked to die for.

When he finally changed and was ready to go and Kellin finished doing his make up and put on his heels, he gave Vic a look-over and he'd never felt so betrayed in his life.

"You look fucking hot Vic," he commented and Vic tried his best to be chill about it.

"You're one to talk."

Kellin's grin never faltered.

While they rode the elevator down to the launch event venue (the pool area of the hotel) Kellin explained certain details of what the night held in store for them. It was a day of work for Kellin still. He'd need to greet all the important guests and be ready for questions about the new clothing line. He'd need to get in conversation with all of them and make sure they were having a great time. He'd need to leave a great impression in representation of his brand. So if he left Vic hanging for a while he should enjoy the party as much as he wanted. Vic told him he wouldn't mind being with him while he did all the tasks he mentioned anyway. And that shouldn't have made Kellin feel the way he felt.

The sun was already setting the moment they stepped into the event, the sky a mixture of oranges and pinks and lilacs. Fluffy clouds passed by as the day slowly turned into night above guests and coworkers of Kellin that had already arrived. Vic held out his arm and Kellin looked at him. He smiled and took it, hiding away a slight blush creeping up his cheeks.

Vic had been right, his kimono matched his suit perfectly.

×××

A couple of hours later the party was at its peak. Crowds of people mingled around, pop music blared from speakers, people danced and drank and laughed.

Vic was sitting at the bar watching Kellin from afar. He was talking to a group of people that could only be described in his head as hipsters and he chuckled to himself as one of them screamed that they needed to take a selfie. A few moments later Kellin was free of them and walked over to Vic.

"How's it going?" The tanned man asked, a mocking smirk on his lips.

"Shut up, I knew you were seeing that." Kellin rolled his eyes, but laughed either way. "It's going great actually. The boss is happy at least."

They both glanced at the bleach blonde woman stirring a martini and talking to another group of hipsters that looked just a little bit more important than the others.

"That's great," Vic commented.

"Do you want drinks?"

"Always," he answered, not even thinking about how that used to be his agreeing phrase for everything before they broke up.

Kellin ordered them two mojitos and they clinked them together before taking a sip. It didn't even feel like they had broken up anymore. And that scared him a lot. He had to remind himself that it was going to be over after tonight.

It was very difficult nonetheless. He still loved Kellin with everything, but he knew Kellin didn't. And when they broke up he told himself he was better off without him. Because what Tony said the other day was true, he'd suffered a lot.

He became insecure and doubted everything Kellin ever did. Kellin started to get on his nerves all the time. The pale man never even tried to hide that he liked other men's attention and other men absolutely loved to pay attention to him and that always, always, pissed him off. He was jealous all the time and that led to ugly arguments and day-long fights and even if Kellin claimed nothing had ever happened with anyone, that nagging tiny bit of doubt deep inside him won in the end. And that's what broke them up. He couldn't stand all those ugly feelings anymore, so he set Kellin free to do whatever he wanted. Even if it killed him.

So why did he want all that again? Why was he still so in love with him?

"Stop thinking it's like I can hear your thoughts, Vic." Kellin chuckled as he sipped on his drink.

Vic was caught off guard and startled a bit, blushing because he felt like he was caught doing something he wasn't supposed to be doing. Was he supposed to be thinking about Kellin so much, though?

"I'm not thinking about anything," came his reply and Kellin gave him an amused smile. "Alright I was thinking this mojito is very good."

"Yeah..." Kellin of course didn't believe him. He really knew Vic. He could tell when he spiralled into his thoughts and right now he was probably overthinking stuff like he always did, so he requested other activities. "Let's go dance."

He took Vic's wrist and made him stand up, dragging him to the packed dancefloor. He turned around and started dancing to the beat still holding onto Vic. Vic couldn't help laughing as Kellin made him move in time with him. Their steps synching like they always used to do. That was a thing they were very good at. And it was fun and easy and Vic finally forgot about his thoughts for a while.

They danced together for what felt like forever. That is until the DJ decided it was time for a change of pace and played the last song Vic would've liked to hear in that moment. When soft strings started playing he locked eyes with Kellin and he knew that the younger man was reading his mind again.

"What is this a high school prom?" Kellin joked, but deep down he was also pretty nervous. This song, brought back a lot.

"It's probably because the party is ending and everyone should start leaving." Vic reasoned.

"Oh right, it's so late already." Kellin glanced at his watch. It was almost 1am. "Do you want to go?"

He looked at Vic and the older one shook his head. Instead he silently asked Kellin to dance with him as his hand curled around his waist, pulling him a bit closer, and Kellin's arms wrapped around his shoulders without thinking so much about it either.

"You do remember this song right?" Vic grinned and Kellin rolled his eyes.

"Of course."

They swayed slowly and carefully, looking at each other, not saying anything else but at the same time saying so much. Kellin couldn't help thinking about what an idiot he'd been all those months before, for taking Vic for granted all the time, for treating their relationship as nothing, for letting his dumb head get in the way of his heart.

Truth is, he never let himself fully fall for Vic. Even though the other man said it all the time, he could barely get the thought of love in his mind without freaking out. And he self-sabotaged in the worst ways possible. He didn't know why. Fear, mostly.

But now Vic was here, again. And his heart was doing those pitter patters in his chest again, and he felt like it really was a prom night and he was a school kid again with a huge crush and said crush was dancing with him. And looking at him like he's always had. But this wasn't high school, this was his life. And he was tired of not letting himself live it the way he was always supposed to.

Loving Vic, entirely.

And he could finally feel his walls break down for good as he leaned in just the tiniest bit, silently asking Vic to meet him halfway. And he did. And they shared a kiss like no other before, their lips moving slowly and tentatively and softly. Kellin could see galaxies exploding behind his eyes, his chest burned with feeling. He pulled Vic closer and kissed him harder. He decided then that, if love felt like that, he rather liked it.

As they broke apart to get some air, their eyes locked together. Their song was still playing in the background, and Kellin could still hear it while they made their way back to the hotel room. It played in his head the whole time Vic helped him undress and while he took out his suit. It played while they kissed again and fell in bed. It kept playing as Vic trailed kisses down his body, making every inch of him tingle after every touch.

That night Vic fucked him slow, intensely, deep. He held Kellin tightly with every thrust and Kellin felt like he was going crazy, like he was burning up from within. He'd never felt like that before. He never let himself. But this with Vic, it was everything. He didn't want to give it up. Not ever.

Vic kissed him again and Kellin rolled them over, putting his hands on his chest as he rolled his hips and let the sensations consume him. Vic looked at him adoringly and he returned it. He fell on his chest and let Vic speed up his movements, hitting his weak spot over and over.

"Vic, oh.." Kellin was a mess of heavy breaths and gasps. Vic was just as well.

He grasped Kellin's hips and went even deeper. He rolled them over again and Kellin giggled at the sudden shift. He really had the most beautiful smile and Vic kissed him again as his hips sped up the rhythm, lifting Kellin's leg up higher and holding onto his waist.

"Vic, you're, you're so good." Kellin moaned again against Vic's mouth. His hands ran up and down his back, feeling the muscles moving.

"Tell me you're close," Vic groaned, kissing all over Kellin's face. The flushed man nodded his head and that was sign enough for Vic to take him in his hand, stroking fast.

He leaned down to kiss Kellin once more and it was a mess of tongues and teeth and gasps and all Kellin could think of was that word and he looked into Vic's eyes as he felt himself reach his climax and he would've said it. He would've if Vic hadn't beat him to it.

Vic came undone inside him with a loud moan and as he rode out his orgasm he couldn't stop the words that formed on his lips and we're said just above whisper.

"God, I still fucking love you."

He wouldn't have been able to stop himself even if he'd wanted to. That hadn't been a regular fuck, what happened on that bed was way deeper, much more delicate. Special. Love.

And the look on Kellin's face was one of shock because of how he almost said the same thing at the same time and not because of the reasons Vic was thinking, but he didn't know that. So in a heartbeat, he pulled out. His brain going into emergency mode as he searched for his boxers to put back on.

He was thinking the worst already. He couldn't believe how stupid, how careless he'd been. Why did he say the complete opposite of what he was supposed to say? This was not the plan. He wasn't supposed to do that. Any of that.

"Wait, Vic." Kellin called out for the other man, even though it was clear he wouldn't listen. He wrapped the bed covers around himself and got up. "Vic, hey."

Vic finally turned around and the look on his face held so much fear Kellin felt his own face mirror it perfectly. His heart was still beating so fast, he still felt short of breath. He couldn't believe this was happening.

"No, I, I didn't mean it Kellin." Vic claimed, of course Kellin knew better than to believe him right that moment.

"Then why are you freaking out?"

Vic rubbed his hands over his face. "Because. Because we're nothing. Because I still love you when you never even loved me. Because I don't know what to do with all these things I still feel for you, I haven't even got a clue on how to start getting over you and now this-"

"God, it's not like I never loved you Vic." Kellin interrupted him, his eyes were already filling with unshed tears and he quickly wiped them out with his arm. Why was he crying?

"I never let myself fall for you because I'm a mess. I was scared of getting hurt and I got hurt anyway, hurting you more in the process. And I know how it was. I know I was the worst boyfriend ever. I know you deserve so, so much better. But the truth is, I've never felt this happy since that night you called, even if you just wanted me for my body, I was so glad to have you in my life again."

He didn't mean to but he was full on crying by now.

"Kellin..."

"And I know that doesn't really fix anything but I really feel like, like no one will ever catch my attention like you, no one will take my breath away like you do. As much as you'll never believe me, I only ever want to be with you Vic. You're... You're the love of my life."

Vic took his face in his hands and looked into his watering eyes, his heart pounding in his chest. "Fuck Kellin, you're the love of my life too. Please don't ever think that I want you for just your body. You're beautiful inside and out, but I love you for everything you are. Shit, I love you so fucking much I don't know what to do with myself."

He leaned his forehead against his and closed his eyes, trying to gather up his thoughts while tears ran through his cheeks. "Those months without you were hell, I missed you so much all the time. I thought you were doing so well, I thought you were making the most of your freedom..."

"You're an idiot," Kellin whispered.

"I know. My head is my worst enemy," Vic replied.

"Mine too," Kellin said quietly.

"I meant it," Vic whispered then. "I still love you Kellin."

"I love you too," Kellin said, for the first time which was as scary as he thought it'd be. "And I'm really sorry for everything I put you through."

Vic dried the tears from his face with his thumbs. "Let's work through this. Together."

Kellin nodded and leaned into his touch, giving him a tiny smile that held so much.

Vic thought back of his conversation with Tony, of how he was planning on stopping this with Kellin. He thought about how much he hurt over him and how much it sucked to break up. He thought of every single possibility of how all this could go entirely wrong. Yet when he looked back into Kellin's pleading eyes, he knew.

He knew there was no way for him to get out of this. He knew he was stuck with him for life. He'd wanted Kellin since the first time he met him all those years ago and those feelings hadn't changed even after they broke up. He knew he was the one for him from day one. And he didn't want to lose him again. And here he was wanting him as well.

Finally, he knew what to do.

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(A/n):

(((full disclosure, this doesn't mean you should go get spicy with your ex lmao)))

Hellooo long time no see 🥺 Wattpad was testing me yesterday but I'm glad I could finally post this. Also I know this took forever to update but hey, thanks for reading!! I think this is the craziest one so far solely because it took so long to finish and because it's so long in itself. At some point I really didn't know where the plot was going, but I'm glad I finally got it somewhat right, right?

Let me know what you think though! Do we simp these two? Was it a bad idea? What about Kellin's fab outfits?

song fact! girl in red for president, I love her to death and this song? *chef's kiss* of course I had to write.

Anyways, I'll see you in the next one (hopefully sooner than however long this one took) (only 5 songs left what??)

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