Oliver is lost in a world that he loved.
A desire to paint to his hearts content, any form of distraction from his recent heartbreak. Attempting to rebuild his life without the person he loves, adapting to bleak reality.
He was always known for bei...
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AN: This chapter has descriptions of violence
OLIVER FLETCHER
PAST SEPTEMBER 2019
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Max and I walked back to my apartment as Jamie left to go and meet a friend after our meal. We had such a good time and Max and Jamie finally managed to sit down and get along, they had more interests than they realised. This was everything I needed now that Jamie and I were going to be living together.
I push my keys into the door and walk through the flat, Max following closely behind as he shuts the door behind us.
"That went well," I comment with a smile as I turn around, shrugging off my jacket.
Max nods instantly. "A lot better than I thought it would," he comments with a smile. "I really love your apartment. It's clean and fresh. Nothing like my uni house."
A small laugh passes my lips. "That's because you lived with three other guys who didn't know basic hygiene or how to wash up after themselves. What else did you expect?"
"True," Max smiles as he walks towards me. "What do you want to do for the rest of the evening?"
"Well..." I trail off as I close the gap between us, glancing up at him slowly. "We could watch a movie, or we could play a game, or we could christen my new bed."
Max's eyebrow shoots up at my last suggestion. "Oh yeah?" He smirks as he brings my lips close to his.
"Guess we should test it out to see if it's loud or not," I shrug innocently. "We don't want to disturb Jamie you see. If it's loud then we will have to make new arrangements."
"Like what?"
"The floor, the bath, the sofa?" I list quickly.
Max hums in surprise as he kisses my lips softly. "Well I'd be up for all of those places," he nods. "But the bed is definitely worth a try first."
I grin against his lips, wrapping my arms around his neck to press our chests flush against one another. "But first..." he whispers against me. "I want to suck your cock dry."
My lips whimper into his suddenly, my knees turning weak at his words. "Fuck," I curse. "You can do that."
Max smirks against me and pushes me back towards my bedroom, the room was barely unpacked but I had made my bed, that's all that matters. He pushes me onto the bed and instantly falls to his knees.
I couldn't keep my eyes off him as he begins to unbuckle my jeans and pull down my pants. My breathing was loud and Max peered up at me with a playful, quirked eyebrow. "What? I'm excited." I comment.
