Oliver is a manga artist, but he was once an angry little boy with a sunny best friend: Ian Miller. Then, one day, they weren't friends anymore. Oliver doesn't know when was it exactly that Ian disappeared from his life, and refuses to remember why...
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I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys.
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Kissing's like speaking, to me.
It's been a while since I tried it but... fuck, there's too much I wanted to say.
Maybe that's why I won't stop.
Or maybe it's because his hands are clutching my shoulders like he's holding off a cliff, and his lips are too fucking soft and warm and his tongue is like him: Playful, shy, and bold all at the same time. Maybe it's the way he sounds— like he wants this. Like he's been wanting it for too long. Almost a sob, a needy whine. And I can't even tell you what that does to me, other than my brain blows up every time.
The first seconds were crazy because it didn't feel crazy. It didn't feel new. More like...familiar. More like right. But I couldn't tell you that either, not for certain— I don't know how that's supposed to feel. But it should be close, right? And now...just by having him on my lap, it's like I've been set on fire but somehow can't die.
"Do you want to...do anything like we did that night?" he whispers in my ear, the sultry motherfucker. Now his voice is a little thicker, like he's in heat or something. And my mind's still sleepy but my body's wide awake.
I...like that he asks, though. Everyone should.
"I don't know," I rasp, and hear myself groaning even though he's barely moved.
"Let me know when you decide," he purrs, but like I can decide on anything when his tongue is flicking my ear. My fault, though— I told him. And then: "I'm just so happy..."
I squeeze his trim little waist and we both moan for the first time but...
"Why?" I have to know.
He frowns good-naturedly and his fingers rub my nape, slowly bringing our foreheads to rest against one another. And I feel...warm sunlight, bathing my bare ankles.
"I missed you," he says, so matter-of-factly.
"I...really wasn't that good to you," I can't help but insist.
