Still not innocent

                                    

                                          
This is a second part to the one shot called "So called innocent", so you probably want to read that first:)
                          
Warnings: Smut
                          
Kellin's POV:
I wake up confused the next morning. My bum is extremely sore and after a moment I realize I'm laying on top of someone. I open my eyes more, practically feeling blinded by the sun shining into my bedroom.
                          
I look down at the person I'm on top of, Vic. It all comes back to me, what we did together last night. The way he treated me, and the way he pleasured me. I blush only as I think of it. Rolling over in bed I check the time on my phone, seeing that it's only 5:30 am. Although, I must have gone to bed at around eight last night, so I might as well get up.
                          
I slide out from under the sheets, putting on some clothes before heading to the bathroom. I do my business and brush through my messy hair, taking an aspirin for the pain in my lower body. As I'm looking at least rather decent I go back to the bedroom where I spot Vic, awake this time.
                          
He has sat up in bed, stretching his arms out shamelessly as the sheets have fallen off his body, his dick on full display for me. Though even as he catches me looking, he doesn't seem bothered. I guess he's not the kind of person who feels ashamed very easily. But let's be real, with a size like that, I wouldn't either.
                          
"Hey," he says, and oh dear god his morning voice is hot. I can't believe that the guy I've rejected every time he has hit on me the past years is suddenly sitting naked in my bed, making me blush just by saying hi.
                          
"Hey," I respond shyly. Vic gestures for me to come over and I do as he wants, sitting down on the bed. He pulls me even closer to him so that he can press his lips to mine. His kiss is so gentle that it takes me by surprise, considering how rough he was last night.
                          
"What time is it?" Vic asks me after we've pulled away from the kiss.
                          
"5:45 or something," I shrug. He lets out a yawn as he nods but still he stands up from the bed, pulling on the same clothes that he wore yesterday, considering he doesn't have anything else to change into.
                          
"Breakfast?" he asks once fully dressed and too shy to respond with words I just nod at him.
                          
By breakfast I thought Vic had only meant some sandwiches in my kitchen, but he apparently had other plans. Since we had so long until school would start he took me to a close by 24hr McDonalds and we had breakfast there before going back to my house to get our stuff. Luckily Vic at least had his bag since he came here last night with the intention to actually work on the team project we've been assigned.
                          
Although, I'm sure he had some other intensions as well even if he won't admit so to me, yet. As we get to school this morning, our individual groups of friends of course happens to be standing close to each other by the doors we come in through. Cliché, yep.
                          
I don't even have the time to think about how to handle this and how to lie myself out of the awkward situation I would get into by telling the truth about what happened last night, not having the time since Vic takes matters into his own hands.
                          
He spins me around to face him, pressing our lips together in a short but sloppy kiss. He pulls away with a smirk, adding a slap to my butt as I go over to my friends, Alan questioning me immediately about what that was all about.
                          
Vic's POV:
I head over to the group of idiots I'm friends with. And no I just don't call them that, they can really be idiots. But they're my idiots, and I'm kind of an ass myself so I can't really talk too much can I?
                          
Jaime, being as loud and obnoxious as always throws his arm around my shoulder and pats my head in some weird embrace as he practically shouts his words.