I'd Risk My All (Olegie and Sebryan from NSB)

24. on the rooftop that rainy night

It's been two weeks since the two unfortunate events that occurred with both Regie and Oliver, and to say that it's been painfully awkward is an understatement.

It's been terrible, the two can't stay in the same room without one or the other looking away, anxiously shaking their knees, or even going to the extent of having panic attacks due to them being reminded of the situation they were put in, and how it even started in general.

It hurt Oliver, because he was more than ready to fix whatever broken pieces he and Regie had, well, broken. However, Regie wasn't willing to do so, and the reason for that was because while it hurt Oliver, it was breaking Regie. The embarrassment, shame, and pure agony he felt whenever he looked at Oliver was more than overwhelming. He can't help but be reminded of Oliver in that hospital bed, and how he was the cause of that.

For the other boys, it was becoming more of a headache than it was just a normal situation. The two of them were causing a strain in the team as a whole, some were on Regie's, some were on Oliver's, and even though they barely had any information, they stuck with the bits of information they had.

Oliver was in an accident, and Regie was to blame. Regie overdosed and Oliver was to blame. And the funny thing is, both of them were to blame. Though, some had more fault than others. Had Oliver stayed and listened to Regie's point, maybe he wouldn't have been in that predicament, but he felt betrayed, that and he didn't know a whole hit was ordered on him, and for all he knew Regie and Seraya were broken up.

Regie was to blame, wasn't he? He did what he could to stop the hit ordered on Oliver. He knew what he was doing when he cheated on Seraya with Oliver. And he knew there would've been another way to stop it, there always was. He then overdosed because of wanting to avail the consequences of what he had done.

Or maybe it was Darren's fault. Darren heard about the hit when Regie and Seraya had that argument. He could've told Oliver about it, and Oliver would've been more cautious about where he was going at a certain time of night.

But he then felt it wasn't his place to tell Oliver. For all he knew, the both of them were fucking and Regie was seeing someone, and that was too much of an entanglement to escape, he's already in his own, why be in another?

So whose fault is it really? Would it have been all of their faults, or only Regie. One will never know unless someone else were to have a hand in the debauchery. The question is who?

Regie ended up leaving the room to vape, and maybe drink a little bit. When he got outside on the roof of their house, he couldn't help but recall a magical night that he and Oliver had a month ago. It was when the two solidified something, but he couldn't quite remember it.

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*Flashback*

Regie and Oliver sat on top of the roof, with a misty night coating the sky, and shying away the moon of its bright white color.

Regie stared at Oliver with adoration as he observed Oliver's gentle masculine features. They were so delicate yet

"you're so beautiful Oli." Regie said while caressing Oliver's face.

Oliver blushed at the corny yet validating sentence. He couldn't make heads or tails of it, but he felt as if he and Regie could actually be a couple. He may seem delusional, but it's what he's wanted so badly.

"I wish we could stay like this forever." Oliver whispered to Regie while getting up, straddling Regie's lap.

"Me too, bub. But it can't." Oliver said with reluctance.

"Why not? You like me. I like you. What's the problem?

"The problem is that you're not certain about where you lie with me, Regie. You can say you're ready to be with me, and you can say you love me, even if it was too soon to even tell, but you're only doing that because you've felt the need to say it. It wasn't something you've deeply thought about." Oliver concluded with a saddened smile.

Regie looked at Oliver, and had seen tears glisten in his eyes. He took it to himself to wipe away said glistening tears with his thumb.

"I may not know about my feelings as of right now, but I swear to you Oli. You're the only person I have ever truly wanted in my life." 

Oliver knew Regie was whispering sweet nothing to him. Because truly, words that were said, but never proven lack substance, they lack meaning. Oliver knew this, but for his own sanity, he chose not to think about it.

Regie cupped Oliver's face as he placed a kiss upon Oliver's face that now was covered with tears. Regie then placed some more kisses on Oliver's now wet cheeks as  a gesture of comfort, then finally planted a kiss on Oliver's lips, which Oliver returned with conflicting thoughts.

Oliver's arms wrapped around Regie's shoulders, as Regie's hands wrapped around Oliver's waist, his hands gliding around feeling each crease and curve.

Oliver grabbed Regie's hands and guided them down to his derrière, and let his hands reside there, Oliver quickly changed the pacing of the kiss, causing it to be more heated. Regie roughly grabbed and palmed Oliver's ass, causing whiny groans from Oliver. Oliver traced his hands down to Regie's dick to rub on it, while doing so, he felt Regie hardening under him, and to Oliver it solidified only one thing. Regie was his, Regie only had eyes for him.

Hands desperately grabbing each other's bodies, as Oliver's and Regie's lips molded into one. 

Oliver slid down his pants and underwear as his naked bottom half sat back down on Regie, sliding off his shirt last, with Regie doing the same soon after.

Rain had started to drop down on the rooftop of the house, with the two still naked, and the two still feeling the need to feel each other on a deeper level.

Oliver lifted himself up, and slid himself on Regie's dick, hissing at the pain of him sliding on Regie's dick raw.

Regie let out a grunt at the unexpected change of events.

Regie looked at Oliver, and Oliver simply nodded as if he didn't need to hear Regie say a word.

He started moving up and down on Regie's dick, the pleasure blending with the pain being an accompanying Oliver's lustrous thoughts.

"You're beautiful, so beautiful Oliver." Regie mumbled out while concentrating on Oliver's features while Oliver rode him, with his face contorting in pleasure whenever Oliver bottomed out."

Oliver's moans started to increase in volume as he felt his climax nearing.

"Oh! F-fuck, Regie! Ah! Please don't- leave- Fuck! I love you!" Oliver moaned out loud as he felt his climax arrive, tears coming down on Oliver's face, now mixing with the rain dropping on his face.

Regie's climaxed, and the both of them lied down with Regie still inside of Oliver. And the both of them knew they had each other.

But again, the universe works in mysterious ways, the moment they were having wouldn't last long, and they were bound to be harshly dragged back to reality.

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A/N: Idk how to feel abt this lowkey 

i'm also like losing motivation, idk how to write things out anymore, and if I do, they feel rushed, and it makes me feel insecure about my writing.

also things in my personal life in terms of my mental health isn't looking to good as of rn.

if this chapter isn't good, or didn't exceed your expectations, i genuinely apologize.