angel baby (heavy editing)

2.5

“When will I see you next?”
Oliver sat on his bed only in his boxers typing away on his phone. 
His room was like every typical 17 year old boy’s room except rich if the sculpted portrait of him said anything. It was also bigger band he had a queen size bed and his closet was massive. Yeah, his room was nothing like a typical boy's room.
He heard what the boy at the edge on his bed, who was getting dressed say but pretended as if he didn't care but he did, he really did.

Paul was his current boyfriend. Hannah was too demanding so Oliver broke up with her. She had slapped him, hard. He barely felt it (yes he did)  Paul was next in line. Except Paul was different but Oliver wouldn’t admit that.
He looked up and stared at the boy.
So pretty.
Oliver also loved how submissive he was. He thrived in it. The look on Paul’s face when he was on the brink of unadulterated pleasure, his red hair like flame around him, his pale skin sweaty and his face flushed. Oliver felt himself harden again. When he was with Paul, he inappropriately spotted a boner as if he was a fourteen years old who discovered porn for the first time.
Fuck.
He cleared his throat. He didn’t want Paul to know how much he affected him. His ego wouldn’t allow it. 
“Soon, school starts tomorrow. I don’t know”, he finally answered.
The red haired sighed as he put on his sneakers before standing up. 
Oliver was hot and cold with him but that shouldn’t be a surprise; he was hot and cold with everybody.  He was young, rich, spiolt  and a bit naïve with an ego the size of a planet but Paul stayed with him still. He was good in bed and he kind of liked Oliver. 
Paul was also older and already a university student.
“So, I’m out”, he said proceeding to leave.
Oliver looked up again, “Ok, aren’t you missing something?”
Paul turned again and looked at Oliver again who was looking at him suggestively. Paul rolled his eyes smiling a bit. He walked towards Oliver and tilted his head to peck Oliver. Instead Oliver grabbed his waist and moved so Paul was lying beneath him on his bed. Paul let out a soft giggle.
Oliver stared at his beautiful face. His eyes dropped to his lips. So rosy and full, he wanted a taste and so he did just that. Capturing his lips to his, he immediately deepened it shoving his tongue into Paul’s mouth. Paul let out a moan that sent Oliver into overdrive. He wanted to rip off his clothes and take him again. They were almost perfect for each other.
Maybe that was why they connected so fast. They both had similar tastes and knew what was pleasurable for them both. 
Perhaps, Oliver would thank Sharon for introducing Paul to him. Good did come out from their weird friendship. 
He felt Paul’s hand grip him. He let out a loud groan as he moved his hips to meet the thrust of his hand. 
I could do this forever. 
The fog of lust cleared almost immediately. Forever? Forever? Oliver didn’t do forever, at least not now. He was seventeen for crying out loud.
What the fuck was wrong with him?Perhaps Paul wasn’t such a great idea. 
He pulled back and Paul looked at him confused. 

“What’s wrong?”

Oliver pulled back completely standing up. 

“Nothing, get out”

Paul looked at him weird. What crawled up his ass and died?

“Whatever man, I’m out”

Paul grabbed his bag and left his room, making sure to slam the door. 

Oliver looked at the direction he just left and almost felt…bad?

He groaned flopping violently on his bed. 

Fuck this shit. 

On the other hand, Jessica was walking towards her son’s room when a boy she’s never seen before rounded the corner.

The pouting boy looked up as his eyes widened. His pout immediately turned to a smile.

“Hi, Mrs. Borghese it’s great to finally meet you. I’m Paul”