OLIVER POV
My parents have been fighting a lot recently, ever since I came out to them. I need to leave the house. I grab my phone and headphones and climb out my window towards the tree next to the house. I climb down it and decide to walk to the park.
As I'm walking up I see anarchy sketching something. He seems so mesmerized by what he's doing. Their blue eyes are focused on their sketchbook and they're moving their long fingers softly across the page. I don't think he realizes I'm here.
"Hey," they look up from their sketchbook and seems a bit dazed before answering.
"Uh hey" his face has no makeup and his hair isn't teased like it normally is. They have freckles across their face and naturally dark lashes. His lips are a light shade of pink. They look down with a slight blush on their cheeks.
"Why won't you look at me?" I ask calmly. He scratches the back of his head before answering.
"Well you're just staring at me and it's making me feel kind of small. Plus I'm not wearing my makeup or clothes and that's what gives me confidence most of the time." I look at them with a slightly surprised expression before smiling.
"You look good with and without makeup." I bet you look good without clothes too.
"Thanks" he says in an almost whisper before looking down at his bag. After a moment they grab a pack of cigarettes and stare at it for a moment.
"Are you trying to stop?" I ask as he looks up at me.
"Yeah for my mom, I'm struggling though. I try to sketch to stop the urges but it only helps sometimes." they answer and stare back at the pack. I walk over and take it from him, throwing it in the trash can near us. Then I take out my wallet and pull out $7.
"That's usually how much it is for a pack right?" I ask as they look up with confusion written on their face.
"Yeah but why are you giving me money for it?"
"My dad was a smoker. He quit years ago but my mom would always throw away his packs when she found them and would take him out to get something he enjoyed that was about the price of a pack so that he could spend the money on something that wouldn't hurt him." he looks at me for a moment before looking at his feet. "Do you want to go eat some food or something? or maybe go somewhere you like to buy something?" they look up again and seem to hesitate. "I don't want to hurt you I promise." I pause and sigh. "I'm gay. I came out to my parents and they're not accepting. I don't want to hurt you."
I press my eyes shut and fidget with my hands thinking about my parents. They hate me. Why did I have to be like this? Before I open my eyes I feel him hugging me tightly. I stand in shock for a moment before hugging them back. He's warm and smells like mint. I feel them rubbing their thumb on the back of my neck and it's comforting.
"Let's go" he says and starts walking.
"Where are we going?" I ask after a bit of silence.
"Record store. I collect vinyls and cds. This is my favorite one." I look up and nod.
We walk in and they smile at the man sitting at the register. "Hey John" the man smiles and waves at him before glancing at me. "This is Oliver, he goes to school with me" John nods before looking back down at the work he's doing. Anarchy starts walking over to the cds and digging through them. Their long fingers were flipping quickly cd by cd.
"Anything you're looking for?" he shakes his head before answering.
"Only thing I'm looking for is artists I like and albums from them I don't have yet." I smile at their answer.
"What music do you listen to ?"
"Depends. I like a lot of different things because of my mom. My all time favorite artists are the cure, gorillaz, nirvana, slipknot, my chemical romance, system of a down, depeche mode, korn, pierce the veil, and led zeppelin. Although I like tons of other artists so I'll buy anything I like that's not them." his eyes light up when he's talking about music and his he starts talking really fast and spewing tons of information all at once. They're so fucking cute. I smile widely at him and want to hear more. "Sorry, music has been my special interest since I was a kid. I'm autistic, so I tend to info dump on people." they look a bit sad and turn back to the cds.
"You're cute when you talk about what you like. I like seeing you happy." I say before grabbing his hand and interlocking it with mine. Their cheeks start heating up and they look at me, biting their lip. Fuck i want to kiss him. I squeeze their hand and start helping them dig through the cds. He seems a bit distracted as he starts digging again. I hope that's me making them flustered. I keep digging until I see a familiar album cover and it's system of a down's self titled album. I pick it up and show it to him. Their eyes immediately light up and they start flapping their hands a bit. "I'm assuming that means you don't have it" I say before pulling him towards the cash register. I take my hand out of their's for a moment to pay and thank John on the way out.
"Thank you" he says after a moment of silence. I smile at them softly before looking at their lips. God I want to kiss him so badly. Their face turns pink again and they scratch the back of their head. "Um, I should probably head home. it's almost 9 and my mom is probably wondering where I've been"
"Okay, see you later cutie," I say with a small smirk. His face turns bright red and he looks down at his feet before looking up at me and smiling.
"Bye oliver" God say it again please it sounds so pretty coming from you. I sigh and start walking home.
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I get home and hear my mom watching tv in the living room.
"Your dad went out. I'm sorry you had to hear that earlier." she said before turning her attention back to the tv. I walk upstairs to my bedroom and lay down in my bed. All I can think about is Anarchy. They're so perfect. His hair. their eyes. The way his face lights up when he talk about music. How flustered they get when I flirt with them. The way he bites his lip when i stare at him. I wish I could bite that lip.
SMUT WARNING ⚠️
I feel my pants tighten a bit. Fuck. I sit there for a minute trying to think of what to do. I cant jerk off while thinking of him that's creepy and weird. I give in to my thoughts and walk over to the door and lock it. I walk back to my bed and pull down my pants. I'm ridiculously hard already. All this from thinking about them ? I bring my hand down and start stroking myself softly. Fuck that feels good. I spit in my hand slightly and continue, pretending it's him. I let out a small groan before teasing myself by running my thumb over my slit. I think about being inside them and it tips me over the edge. I start moaning his name quietly while increasing my speed. I cum all over myself as a slightly loud almost girlish moan leaves my mouth. I lay there breathing heavily before sitting up and walking to the bathroom to clean myself up. I can't believe I just did that. What the fuck is wrong with me.
SMUT OVER
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alright that's the end of this chapter. sorry if this is bad. i never said i was a good writer lol
also i do want to say that both characters in this are white. only reasoning for that is because i'm white myself and i don't think i have enough knowledge on how to write about another race's experience. i don't want to accidentally put stereotypes, or say the wrong thing, so i made the decision to not write about that. wattpad has a whole list of writers on this app who are apart of oppressed racial groups and i definitely recommend checking them out. i hope y'all understand that choice. enjoy !! -jester
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