Games

22

rewards

~One Month Later~

Oliver stood in front of the large full body mirror at the foot of our bed, carefully slipping the jacket of a black tux over his arms and onto his torso. He patted the fine material down over his stomach before buttoning up the suit to his tie.

A lot had changed the past month, both within ourselves and in our lives. Firstly, Oliver wasn't dependent on living at Matt's anymore and I wasn't dependent on my parents. After two tedious weeks of deliberation we decided to just get a flat together. It had its perks, one of the main ones being sex basically whenever we wanted without having to worry about someone eavesdropping, because trust me - ever since we came out to everyone about our relationship, the jokes just didn't fucking stop. It was amazing to get the definite alone time we needed and craved for such a long time.

Oliver still had his job working in the factory, and I had finally decided to attend a sixth form, which I would be starting in a few weeks. On top of that, I finally got a job working at a local grocery store, which was just a few blocks away; walking distance. It was absolutely perfect.

We kept up on our rent, bought our own food, went to work, and I kept up on my studies, which was just petty stuff really. I wasn't too sure on what I wanted to do with my life yet, so I kept to the basics. Despite our childish behavior and continuous sex drive, we had grown up. It was weird and different and an odd change to get used to, but it felt good nonetheless; being independent was actually all it was made out to be.

Our relationship had gotten stronger too. We never had trust issues, Oliver was still as protective as ever - most people would find that annoying, but since I knew his past I understood why he was like that - and the sex just continuously got better and better. We were in love; that we both had come to terms with.

"You almost ready love?" Oliver asked from his position by the mirror, looking at me through the reflective surface where I was seated on the bed.

"Yeah," I replied, nodding while I sat patiently in my own suit and bow tie. To say I was nervous was an understatement - completely anxious was more like it.

First of all, dressing up like this was not my thing. The only time I ever had was for weddings and funerals, both of which were completely different than for what Oliver and I were dressed up for: dinner with his parents and Tom, and then a date, and then back to a hotel. All in the same night. Three firsts right after the other - as if meeting his mum and stepdad wasn't stressful enough on its own.

Apparently his stepdad was some rich lawyer bloke who continuously won cases, and therefore had a ton of money. That was how they afforded the vacation house and all the cars they had, and why he was so high class. It was also how they bought Oliver his own car, stating that all he had to do was make insurance payments on it, and why they wanted to meet me over dinner at some five star restaurant up in London. Hence, why we would be staying at the hotel.

"Think you're all ready to go then?" Oliver turned to face me, striding towards the bed and gathering up the change of clothes we were going to bring with for the ride back home.

"Despite my constant shaking I think I'm pretty good," I laughed nervously, standing up only to be tugged into Oliver's hold straight away, his arms encompassing my lower back. He swayed me back and forth, nuzzling his nose close to mine. I breathed in his warmth and calming scent, the familiar smell taming my nerves and I soon began to relax.

"They're going to love you Josh," he told me, moving back to look me better in the eye. He was smiling softly, the look easily reflecting onto my face. "Besides," he continued with a laugh, "I should be the one worrying. I'd told them so many times I wouldn't fall in love and now I'm bringing you to meet them; you know how much shit I'm going to get for this?"