I rolled my eyes as i swallowed the pills. When he knew they were gone, Michael got up and put his sweats back on. He went to the window and opened it, lighting a blunt that stunk up the whole room. I coughed, though very accustomed to weed; this was hitting me differently.
"I'm hungry, and I can't deal with this smoke," I told Kellin, who pushed me onto the bed and stood over me.
"Let's go to the kitchen then," he said winking, and my stomach fluttered with anticipation.
He propped me onto the counter and slid between my legs, cupping my face in his hands. His mouth was on mine beforeI could speak, but I leaned into the kiss and could feel myself melting on the inside.
Kellin deepened the kiss, his fingers tangling in my hair as he pressed his body against mine, the warmth radiating from him felt like a shield against the chaos swirling around us. My heart raced, and for a moment, I let myself forget about the pills, the smoke, even the looming presence of Michael watching from the corner as the air filled with the scent of green.
As Kellin pulled back, his eyes sparkled with mischief, and I couldn’t help but smile, momentarily swept away by the intensity of the moment. “I’ll handle the kitchen,” he said with a sly grin. “You just sit tight.”
Before I could respond, he hopped off the counter and headed towards the fridge. I watched him, the way he moved so effortlessly, every step oozing confidence. I couldn’t deny I was drawn to them, these two polar opposites, both asserting their own brands of control in the midst of my chaos.
“Have you ever had a midnight snack that changed your life?” Kellin called out, rummaging through the fridge. “Prepare yourself.”
Michael, still leaning against the wall with the blunt in one hand, chuckled, “You’re not making gourmet here, Kellin. It’s just junk food.”
“Sometimes, junk food is what you need,” he said, waving a box of pizza that had been sitting in the fridge. “What do you want? Slices or...”
“Just slice it up, please,” I interrupted, my eyes still on him. But there was something off in my stomach, a mix of nervous energy and a hint of discomfort with how quickly things were escalating.
Kellin worked quickly, putting the pizza in the microwave and returning to me a moment later, leaning his forearms on the counter, his face inches from mine. “You know,” he started, hisvoice low and teasing, “you could just let us take care of you. Just tonight. No fighting.” His words dripped with a challenge wrapped in warmth.
I met his gaze with defiance. “I’m not an object you can take care of.”
He raised an eyebrow, almost impressed. “Maybe not. But you’re here, and we are, too. Just relax, will you?”
I opened my mouth to argue, but the pizza beeped, cutting off my response. As Kellin moved to grab the steaming slices, Michael stepped closer, smoke still curling around him in lazy tendrils. “We’re not trying to control you. We just… want to help.”
I didn’t reply, biting my lip as Kellin placed a slice in front of me. The melted cheese glistened, and I couldn’t resist taking a bite, the flavor igniting my taste buds. It was delicious but overshadowed by the complexity of the emotions swirling within me.
Kellin watched me closely, scanning my face for a reaction. “See? Told you. Life-changing.”
“Right. Because this is what I needed,” I muttered with a roll of my eyes, but I couldn’t deny that despite everything, I was grateful—grateful for the distraction, grateful for the warmth between us.
Three pairs of eyes, each with their own desires, were fixated on me now, testing the boundaries of something neither of us had fully understood yet. All I could feel was the fluttering in my chest, and against my better judgment, I let the tension shift, allowing myself to enjoy this moment, just for a little while longer.
Kellin grabbed me and laid me onto the table, spreading my legs and lifting my shirt to expose the rest of me. He began his descent of kisses down my chest to between my legs, andhe spread me open even wider, using his tongue to tease my entrance.
I gasped, the sensation flooding my senses and taking over my thoughts. It was as if the chaos around us had faded into a distant hum, leaving only the intoxicating warmth of his mouth against me. I instinctively arched my back, urging him closer, wanting more, craving the connection that pulsed just beneath the surface.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I managed to whisper, even as my body betrayed me, responding eagerly to his touches.
Kellin looked up at me, his eyes dark with desire, a smirk playing on his lips as he continued his teasing. “Just helping you relax, remember?” he replied, the heat of his breath sending shivers through my body.
The sound of laughter erupted from Michael, who had moved closer, intrigued by what was unfolding before him. “Looks like you’re doing a really good job at that, Kellin,” he said, his tone laced with sarcasm but an undeniable hint of admiration.
I shot Michael a glare, torn between embarrassment and exhilaration. Why was this happening? How had we gone from a stifling situation filled with unease to this raw, unrestrained electricity charging through the air? Every moment felt like it was bending the rules, crossing boundaries I hadn’t even realized were here. But I didn’t want it to stop.
Kellin pulled away just enough to grip my waist, keeping my legs spread open, teasingly hovering just above me. “You’re beautiful when you let go,” he murmured, and that only added to the urgency tightening inside me.
“Let go…” I echoed, my voice barely a whisper. I was desperately searching for the courage to do just that.
Michael stepped around the table, tilting my chin so I could meet his burning gaze. “It’s okay to feel this,” he said softly, the depth of his voice wrapping around me like a warm blanket.“Nothing here is about control. It’s about trust, about letting us take care of you when you need it.”
Everything they were saying wrapped my mind in confusion, yet their alluring energy seemed to dissolve my hesitations one at a time. Kellin returned to his previous position, his tongue sweeping over me again and sending waves of pleasure shooting through my core. I lost myself in that moment—my senses heightened, feeling everything with an intensity I had never experienced before. He worked me with diligence, igniting a fire inside of me that threatened to consume my very reason.
“More,” I gasped, pressing myself against him as if I could force my desires into reality.
