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During Sirens’ set at When We Were Young, Kellin gets tangled up in his mic cord.
It’s not the first time it’s happened, of course. As the band started growing and they started playing larger stages, they had to get longer and longer cords to accommodate them. In those early days it wasn’t uncommon that Kellin would find himself tripping all over it, ending up with it somehow wrapped around his arms, his legs, his torso. It’s been a while, though.
He could blame it on the heat, or the setting sun in his eyes, or the fact that it’s a festival show, or having to be up earlier than usual that morning to make it to PTV’s set for King for a Day— but really it’s because he’s distracted. He keeps looking sidestage, hoping to catch a glimpse of a certain someone.
They’re about halfway through their set when that certain someone makes an appearance. Kellin jumps off the drum riser and dares a glance to the side once he’s sure his feet are planted firmly on the ground, and lo and behold, Vic is standing there with his arms crossed, nodding his head to the music and beaming.
Kellin can’t help the (surely, stupid) grin that spreads across his face in response, and he’s almost certain that at least one person caught that whole thing on camera but he really can’t find it in him to fucking care because its been so long since he’s seen him. (Earlier that afternoon aside, of course. That brief time he spent giggling backstage with Vic as they got dressed in their outfits, feeling about ten years younger, wasn’t nearly enough for him to work out all the feelings bottled up in his chest. Turns out you can still have a schoolgirl-level crush in your late thirties.)
He somehow makes it through the rest of the set without making too much more of a fool of himself, thanking the crowd for their enthusiasm and wishing them all a good night. He feels like he practically floats over to Vic, veins still buzzing from the adrenaline high of playing the set. He tries to wave as he gets closer, but discovers that his arm is pinned to his body by that damned mic cord.
“Dude, you really got tangled up in that thing,” Vic says when Kellin comes to a stop in front of him, tugging at the cord to try to get it loose.
Kellin lets out a defeated sigh and Vic laughs, high and clear. He stares dumbly at the way the laughter crinkles in the corners of Vic’s eyes, the shine of his smile. “I’d let you tangle me up in that thing.”
“What?”
“What?” Kellin slams back into his body as his brain catches up to the words that just escaped his mouth. “Oh.” His cheeks feel very warm. “Nothing. Forget I said anything.”
Vic stops what he’s doing and puts both hands on Kellin’s shoulders. He’s looking at him all seriously, and part Kellin wonders if maybe he should be a little afraid. The blood starting to rush south says otherwise, though. “Hey, no, it’s alright. Did you mean it?”
“I uh—” Kellin squirms under Vic’s intense scrutiny, and the mic cord digs into his skin. He can’t believe he’s actually considering this. He wasn’t thinking about it before, but now that Vic’s made it a possibility, there’s just something about it, this feeling that… “Sure, why not.”
Vic examines his face carefully for a moment— Kellin’s not sure what he’s looking for, but he must be satisfied by what he finds because he nods minutely, squeezing Kellin’s shoulder before letting go. “Meet me at my hotel room when you’re free, then.” He gives Kellin a look that’s probably supposed to be a suave kind of smolder, but it comes out as more of a cheesy smirk. God, Kellin is so down bad, it’s not even funny. “I’ve got some stuff to take care of.”
Kellin splutters as Vic starts to walk away, leaving him still tangled in the mic cord. “Hey, what about this? I thought you were gonna help me!”
Vic turns around to continue walking away backwards, shrugging. “You’ll figure it out!” He calls back, and then he’s gone, weaving through the stacks of gear cluttering the backstage.
Cursing under his breath, Kellin frowns down at the knots of black plastic wrapped around him, not able to make any sense of it. Time to go find Justin.
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Vic’s just finishing with re-wrapping a coil of shiny, silky black rope (he had to practice a few things on himself to make sure he remembered correctly. He wants to get this right, okay?) when the door to his hotel room opens. “Room service, special delivery,” Kellin calls out by way of greeting. He’s put some of that performance swagger back on— Vic can hear the way it blankets his voice, how it smooths together his words.
Vic sets the rope down on the bed and peeks around the corner to find Kellin toeing off his shoes. He can’t stop the grin that grows on his face when he sees him, something in his chest fluttering delicately. “I was wondering when you’d get here.”
Kellin looks up at him then, a cock-sure smirk gracing his lips, but it softens immediately when his eyes land on Vic, turning more fond instead. God, he looks good— his hair curling gently to frame his face, skinny jeans showing off the curves of his thighs.
Kellin moves first, or maybe Vic does, or they both do— it doesn’t matter. They crash into each other like a wave meets the shore, destined to collide by Mother Nature herself. Kellin hums into the kiss, his hands cupping the lines of his jaw. “My time is valuable, baby. I’m not cheap, y’know,” he murmurs.
Vic laughs against his lips, fingers sliding under his shirt to pull him closer. “Guess I’ll just have to make the most of it.”
Gravity pulls them further into the room, towards the bed. Their hands wander, grasping desperately at each other’s clothes. Kellin’s fingers fumble with the buttons on Vic’s shirt, barely getting it open before Vic wraps his hands around the buckle of Kellin’s belt.
Trying to take off skinny jeans while in motion turns out to be incredibly impractical. Kellin ends up in a heap on the mattress, the tension that’d been building between them breaking with a shared laugh. The laughter dies suddenly on Kellin’s tongue, and Vic’s worried for a moment before he follows Kellin’s wide-eyed line of sight to the coil of rope on the bed. Oh.
“Hey, you okay?” Vic asks, brow furrowing with concern.
Kellin’s breaths have gotten a little quicker, heart beating against the drum of his chest under Vic’s palms. He tears his eyes away and nods, swallowing thickly. “Yeah, I’m good.”
Vic cups Kellin’s cheek gently, in a way that he hopes is calming. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, alright? We can just— have a normal night.”
Vic watches something harden in Kellin’s expression, determination solidifying in the shine of his eyes. “No, c’mon, let’s do it.”
Vic’s not entirely convinced, but he presses on. Kellin’s a grown man, he’ll know when he reaches his own limits. “Alright.” He sits on the bed beside Kellin, taking the coil of rope in his hands, turning it absently. “Before we start, I just want you to know that you can tell me to stop at any time and we’ll forget the whole thing, got it?”
Kellin laughs a little, that smug smirk returning, but Vic can hear the nervous energy underneath it. “It’s just a bit of rope, right? What’s the worst that could happen?”
Vic sighs, a mixture of slight annoyance and unbearable fondness welling up in his chest. “I just want you to be comfortable, Kell.”
Kellin softens for a moment. “I’m fine, promise.” He leans towards Vic on the palms of his hands, hooded gaze flicking down to his lips. “Tie me up, pretty boy.”
Vic tries and fails to suppress the shiver that runs through him at the words. He indulges in a kiss, short but heated, before tearing away. Kellin’s lips are still parted, slick and shiny, and Vic has to sit further back before he’s tempted again. He shakes himself out and grabs hold of the rope once again, uncoiling it and folding it in half. “Put your wrists out for me?”
Kellin does so wordlessly, watching raptly as Vic feeds the rope underneath them. His breath hitches when it presses into his skin.
“I’m just gonna do a simple tie on your wrists for now, and then we’ll go from there, alright?” Kellin makes an affirmative noise in response, and Vic gets to work. He frowns in concentration as he goes, focused on making sure he gets it right, making sure he’s not pulling anything too tightly or pinching his skin.
He notices that Kellin’s breathing has gone shallow when he pulls the rope through to start making a knot, and he pauses. “You doing okay?”
Kellin nods. “Yeah.” He sits up on his knees, voice dropping as he leans in closer. “Y’know, you look real sexy when you’re all concentrated like that.”
Vic rolls his eyes, smiling despite himself. He pushes Kellin back into sitting, repositioning his wrists. “Shut up. Stay still, I’m almost done.”
Kellin behaves as Vic finishes up the tie, thankfully, and it’s not much longer before he’s done, pulling the last loop through with a satisfied grin. “There.” He runs his fingers under the ropes, checking to make sure they’re not too tight. “How’s that feel?”
Vic watches carefully as Kellin tugs and twists at the ropes, letting out a quiet gasp as he discovers the resistance. He clenches and unclenches his fists, tilting his wrists this way and that. “It’s uh… it’s good, I think.”
Some of the nervous tension that Vic was holding in his shoulders flows out of him. Good, now they can get to the fun part. “Yeah?” Vic asks, unable to keep the smirk out of his voice. He grabs the trailing end of the rope and tugs, pulling Kellin towards him by the wrists. Kellin stumbles forwards on his knees, coming to a stop just a few inches from crashing into him. He’s breathless, looking at Vic with wide, startled eyes, and Vic thinks he would do anything to get him looking like this more often.
Vic closes the difference to kiss Kellin properly this time, like he could pour himself inside him through his lips. Kellin kisses back with just as much intensity, joined hands starting to come up to touch him, but Vic grabs hold of the tail end of the rope again, pinning his hands to the mattress. Kellin whines against his lips, cheeks coloring with red almost immediately afterwards. “Vic,” he says, voice trembling. He sounds a little unsure, but mostly desperate. Vic wants nothing more than to make him fall apart.
“How would you feel about me tying this end of the rope to something else?” Vic murmurs, toying with it between his fingers. “Could attach it to the bedpost, keep your arms above your head…”
Kellin makes a strangled noise, and Vic would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying flustering him like this at least a little. Kellin flounders with his words for a few moments before shrugging, glancing down at the sheets.
Vic drops the rope, cupping Kellin’s cheek gently instead. He’s suddenly worried that he went too far, too fast. “I need a yes or no from you. Either one is okay.”
Kellin bites his lip, tugging absently at the rope while he thinks. It’s a few moments before he nods. “Yeah. Do it.”
“You sure?”
Kellin grins, conjuring up more of that stage-confidence from earlier. “Yeah, c’mon. I won’t break.”
They’ll see about that. Vic leads Kellin to lie down on the bed with the end of the rope, and Kellin goes easily. Kellin stares up at him in a way that Vic could only describe as lovesick as he ties the loose end to the headboard. It’s hard not to be distracted. He manages though, finishing off the knot and making sure he’s left enough slack for Kellin to be comfortable. He can’t help the part of him that’s still a little worried, checking in with him again. “Okay?”
Kellin rolls his eyes. “I’m fine. Do your worst.”
Vic tucks a finger under the waistline of Kellin’s briefs, and the cocky smirk slides off of his face as quickly as it’d come. His hips jump, a curse spilling from his lips as he tugs at the rope. He’s hard, the fabric tenting obscenely. “Fuck, c’mon, touch me.”
Vic would draw this out, tease him some more, but the longer he waits the more he’s teasing himself at this point. He pulls the briefs off in one fluid motion, Kellin lifting his hips to help, kicking them off the side of the bed. Vic can’t help but stare for a moment— he admires the soft plane of his stomach, the tattoos marching across his skin, the way he’s tied making the lines of his body long and stretched out. Kellin shifts impatiently, and Vic is shaken out of his reverie.
“Earth to Vic, what’s the holdup? Did ya get lost or something?”
Vic almost asks him what’s gotten into him— he’s usually only this bitchy around annoying interviewers— when he sees the self-satisfied grin spreading across his face. Oh he’s being an asshole on purpose. He can work with that.
He traces a slow, deliberate line across Kellin’s abdomen, careful to avoid touching where he knows Kellin wants him. “I’d be a little nicer to me if I were you, dude. I do have you tied to the bed right now.”
“I’ll be nicer when you fucking tou— oh fuck.”
Vic grins, firming his grip around Kellin’s cock. He’s got a snarky reply ready to fire back, but it dies on his tongue when he looks at Kellin again. He’s gasping, squirming underneath him, hair sticking to his forehead with sweat, and he’s barely even touched him yet. Vic pins his hips down with his free hand, leaning in closer to murmur in his ear. “Calm down, babe,” he teases. “I thought you wanted me to do my worst?” He’s leaking now, making the slide of Vic’s hand slick and easy.
Kellin tugs at the ropes again, struggling against Vic’s grip on him, and Vic leans over him further, boxing him in. Kellin lets out a choked noise, chest heaving. “Vic, I can’t move,” he says, voice high and shaky.
Vic pauses for a moment, backing off a bit. “You want me to stop?”
Kellin takes in a shuddering breath. “No,” he replies quietly. His eyes are still wide though, breaths quick and overwhelmed.
Vic lets go of him to cup his cheeks instead, despite the whine Kellin lets out at the loss, and kisses him. Kellin melts into the familiarity of it, relaxing back into the mattress. “That’s it,” Vic says soothingly.
Kellin trembles beneath him, hips jumping up towards Vic’s thigh that’d fallen between his legs. Vic feels the wet smear of his cock against his skin. “Please,” Kellin whispers. He looks completely debauched— hair wild, lips swollen and red from all the kissing. He’s definitely going to have marks on his wrists for a few days from all the tugging and twisting, and Vic can’t help the primal satisfaction in his gut at the thought of marking him, claiming him.
“Please what?” Vic presses down with his thigh a little more firmly, reveling in the way Kellin starts to rut against him, eyes fluttering shut, a symphony of pretty little noises escaping his mouth.
Kellin’s brow furrows in concentration, trying to wrap his head around the words he wants to get out. “I want— can you— please Vic, I can’t—”
Vic curses under his breath. He sounds so desperate— he’s never seen him fall apart quite like this before.
He’s teased him for long enough. “Shh it’s okay, I’ve got you,” he says, wrapping a hand around his cock again, stroking fast and steady. Kellin keens, back arching into it, and Vic doesn’t pin his hips down this time, letting him twist and writhe and squirm until finally he’s coming with what almost sounds like a sob, spilling white across his stomach.
Now that it’s over, Vic should be rushing to untie him right now, running through all the steps of proper aftercare, but he’s stuck staring, frozen. He wants to devour the sight before him, wants to commit it permanently to memory and all its glorious detail, wants to burn it into the backs of his eyelids for safekeeping.
Kellin’s heaving breaths start to even out as he comes back down, gaze hungry as he looks up at Vic. “C’mon, I wanna see you lose it,” he says breathlessly.
That’s all the permission Vic needs. He wraps a hand around himself, hissing at the sensation that races through his veins. He’d been so focused on Kellin, he hadn’t realized just how close to the edge he was himself. His stare wanders greedily, drinking in the sight before him with starving eyes. He looks at the contrast of the rope against Kellin’s skin, at the crescent-shaped marks from where his nails dug into his hip, hand moving faster and faster and then he’s coming too with a shout, adding to the cooling mess on Kellin’s skin.
It takes a moment for Vic to come back to himself enough to have the presence of mind to push himself into motion, deftly pulling loose the knots holding Kellin’s wrists to the bedpost. He works on the tie around his wrists next, gently unwinding the rope to prevent from irritating his skin any further.
Once Kellin is free, he stumbles out of bed to the bathroom to grab a towel, tossing it in Kellin’s direction. Kellin halfheartedly wipes his skin clean before tossing it over the side of the bed. Vic settles back into bed next to Kellin, staring up at the ceiling.
“Holy shit,” Kellin says after a moment.
Vic rolls over on his side, propping himself up on an elbow to look at Kellin’s face. “Yeah? How do you feel?”
“Good. That was… intense.” Kellin’s examining the faint red marks around his wrists, from the rub of rope against them.
Vic brings each wrist to his lips, bestowing them in turn a tender, apologetic kiss. “Like ‘that was a lot, I never need to do that again’ intense or ‘I think you just blew my mind, I need to do that again as soon as possible’ intense?”
Kellin laughs, the sound rasping a little. “I wouldn’t mind doing that again. Just maybe not like. Tomorrow.” He bites his lip, cheeks turning pink. “But I wouldn’t mind trying… more, next time.”
A kaleidoscope of possibilities of next time flashes through Vic’s mind, but he pushes them away for now. They’ll have plenty of time to figure out what that means later. For now, he’s got a closing window of time this weekend to spend with the pretty boy in his bed, and he intends to savor every moment of it.