Possession

Chapter One

Oliver

Arching his back off the bed, Oliver groaned as a mark was sucked up on his neck. No matter how many times he told Conner to be careful, the boy seemed to find a sinful enjoyment in leaving a ring of hickey's around his throat. So much so that Oliver's own closet had become a collection of high-neck shirts and turtlenecks. It wasn't like he could wear the bruises like a badge of honor around school.

Not that he was embarrassed by the marks, in fact most people around school highlighted the bruises like proof of their conquest. What made me nervous was the questions that followed.

Who gave you that? Are you dating? Do they go here?

It wasn't like I could laugh and point to the school's golden boy and say, 'oh, Conner and I have been dating for months.' and not cause a riot in the school's female population. Or a riot in general.

Everyone knew I was gay, it was pretty hard to hide with my voice and choice of clothes. What people didn't know was that their star running back, everyone's favorite blonde, was gay as well. So deep in the closet in fact that just yesterday rumors of him sleeping with a new cheerleader had spread through the school like wildfire. I knew it wasn't true, having spent all of last weekend with Conner, but that didn't stop the jealousy from rearing its head with a roar.

Conner stood up from the bed with a sigh, looking down at me with a smirk. He tilted his head so his wavy blonde locks pooled to one side as he said, "Much better."

Obviously the cheesy freak was admiring the new hickeys he had managed to suck up to the surface. It wasn't like I needed new ones, the ones from last week were still fresh and present after all.

Tilting my chin down I noticed the new bruises, the shine from Conner's mouth still present as I sighed, "You know, you don't have to give me a new one every time you kiss me right?"

Conner just shrugged, leaning back on Oliver's bed and drawing the other boy into his lap, "Yeah, but I enjoy it so just let me have this."

Not bothering to answer, I just hummed under my breath and enjoyed the warmth the larger boy provided.

I wasn't small by any means, standing just shy of six feet and with a lean runner's build I had most of the graduating class beat. By comparison Conner was only a few inches taller, but as a football player had much more muscle mass and thus much more surface area to be used as a pillow.

Pulling his blonde hair into a top knot, but leaving his bangs hanging in his eyes, I looked up at Conner. The boys handsome chiseled jaw and high cheek bones were attractive in combination with his deep blue eyes. Not to mention the boy's roguish nature meant there were few people who wouldn't be attracted to his bad boy persona to some degree. Conner was smart and pretty much a parent's wet dream when it came to their kids partner. Of course he lots points when he drove his motorcycle, but made up for it by being overly polite.

Which is why, six months ago, when the boy approached me in the diner off the freeway and asked me out on a date, I was shocked. Skinny from running, and with deep black hair and pale skin, I didn't exactly hang out with the American boy and his social group. In fact before that day the we had never had a discussion beyond the one time he asked for a pencil freshman year, a whole two years ago.

In fact, I wasn't even aware that Conner knew my name much less was into me romantically.

Not knowing what else to do I agreed, and we had spent every weekend together since. A couple things came to light pretty fast though. Our dates were always either at my house when my mother was working the night shift in the hospital, and my brother was with his girlfriend, or so far out of town there was no way anyone we knew would run into us. It became clear Conner didn't want people to know he was dating me, and was doing everything in his power to keep that secret deep in the closet.

Which is why I installed my own rules when things started heating up between us. The biggest one being no sex. Making out and touching were fine, but pants stayed on until Conner admitted to someone he was with Me. I didn't care who; his parents, his friends, hell even just one other person would do. All I wanted was some indication that Conner cared enough about him that he would silence just one rumor about him sleeping with someone else, and would share his love for Oliver with just one other person. I didn't care if he was still in the closet to everyone else, I just wanted to know the other boy respected the relationship enough to be able to admit it to want to share it with someone.

I felt like an ass for the rule of course, almost like I was forcing him out of the closet. I also knew though that if he wanted to treat me like a ghost at school he needed to give a little too.

It was then that the hickey's and other madness started with Conner. The boy had agreed to my terms, but then did everything in his power to make sure he didn't take off his shirt in public. I couldn't do the same of course since swimming with a turtleneck on was ridiculous, but was fine with that. It wasn't like there was anyone else in line behind Conner wanting to take me on a date. Plus it made it clear I was seeing someone even if no one knew who exactly it was.

Recently though, weekends had stopped being enough for Oliver. He had, despite his best efforts, grown attached to the handsome boy, and it was getting harder to keep from telling people, including his friends. He wanted to sit at lunch with his boyfriend, maybe get caught making out in the bathroom once so everyone knew Conner was his. Such was the problem with dating someone in the closet though, he could never have those things until Conner himself was comfortable.

With that line of thought I pushed off the other boy, and stood trying to find his recently discarded shirt. Conner gave me a puzzled look, but I waved him off. My dark thoughts had upset me and by extension the once comforting warmth of the other boy had become too hot and uncomfortable.

Pulling the thin, brown turtleneck over my head I turned to look at Conner, "You wanna stay for dinner or do you have to get home?"

Conner sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed giving me a look, "Why are you upset? And don't say you're not. I know you well enough by now to know when you're mad at me."

Sighing, I sat down and put my head in my hands, "It's stupid, I just got into my head again. Wanna go down to eat so I can take my mind off of it."

Looking me over Conner sighed, "I am sorry, I promise one day we won't have to hide or any of that okay. I am just not ready."

Waving the other boy off I stood, Making sure to keep my expression cooled, "It is fine, I knew what I was getting into when we started. Doesn't mean it isn't hard still."

"I know," Conner said, taking my hand we left my bedroom and walked downstairs to the kitchen. It wasn't long until we both had a PB&J sandwich and a coffee. Sunday was my least favorite day for this reason.

Most of the time we would spend all weekend together. In my bed, at the movies or restaurant a town over. Most weekends Conner was my only human contact, then come Sunday we would have a late night snack and coffee together and then he would be gone and I was back to pretending like I didn't know him, and he most certainly didn't know me. As he finished his sandwich, Conner hummed happily before giving me a serious look, "See you next weekend?"

"Sure," I shrugged, "as long as nothing else comes up."