Northstar Boys (Regie×Oliver)

Chapter 8

Oliver's hand closes around yours and you stare at the motion, unsure if you should push him away. It feels nice though, him touching you like that - fuck nice, it feels heavenly. Oliver's fingers brush over yours in a gentle, soothing motion.

"They do," he nods. "Just think about the sucky things Justin did before you broke up. Was he distant? Annoying? Did he hog the bed, or something?"

"No, that was you," you grin, shoving his shoulder. Oliver laughs and you quickly sober, considering his words. "Well," you start, only to hesitate. "No, never mind."

Face burning, you bury your head in the sheets while Oliver scoots closer, poking your shoulder. "Come on," he complains. "Out with it - what'd Justin do?"

Fuck. Now that you brought it up, Oliver will not let it go - tenacious, is a nice word for him. Stubborn as hell, is another way to describe him. Groaning aloud, you flop onto your back. "It's more what he didn't do," you mumble, covering your face with both hands.

A hush fills the room, filled with

hush fills the room, filled with everything you will not say.
"He." Oliver coughs awkwardly, clearing his throat. "What... didn't he do?"
Taking a deep breath, you feel slightly dizzy - which is ridiculous, considering you did not even drink tonight. Lying beside Oliver, talking about things you should not - it makes you feel dizzy, nauseous and the words come up despite yourself.
"Hewouldn'teatmeout," you mutter, all in a rush.
Oliver nearly chokes, sputtering before rolling himself closer. "That's ridiculous," he whines, returning his arm to your waist. "What a fucking pig. Can't wait to spread that fact on campus - shit, Regie. Doubt any girl will want to date him after this. Fuck him - and fuck Khaled, too! Go down on your wife!"
"No, no, no," you groan, lowering your hands to look at him. Oliver stares back, his face much too close. "It's not like that."
Oliver seems surprised. "No? Then what's it like?"
"He didn't... he didn't expect me to go down on him," you explain, toying with a thread of your comforter. "Justin wasn't unreasonable. He just didn't like going down on others, it was this whole thing with him but," you inhale, taking a big gulp of air. "It would be nice, I guess. To have a boyfriend who didn't mind... that."

Oliver falls silent for a long moment. "Why just a boyfriend?" he declares boldly.

Your words dry in your throat as Oliver stares back, oddly determined. Suddenly, you are very aware of the weight of his hand on your stomach. His fingers splay over the skin, tracing circles against your hip.

"I," you hesitate, unsure how to respond - Oliver cannot possibly be offering what you think he is. "I don't know," you frown. "I typically only sleep with my boyfriends. It's a monogamy thing, something you wouldn't understand, Oliver."

Oliver rolls his eyes. "What does it matter?" he murmurs, fingers tracing in a way that sets every nerve ending on fire. "I'm tipsy and I want to go down on you, Regie. Take advantage of that - take advantage of me."

Now, your mouth nearly drops because there it is - your best friend, offering to eat you out, completely unaware of how badly you want it. "You - what?" you squeak.

Oliver freezes. You two have been friends for so long, you recognize the drunk stages of Oliver Oliver better than anyone - especially tequila kook, which is another thing in its entirety. Symptoms include false bravado, overconfidence followed by whininess, neediness and much cuddling. The symptoms start out one way, work their way upwards and then fade back. From the way Oliver is staring at you now, you imagine the last of his bravado has just disappeared.......