Oliver Moy, son of greek god Zeus, is struggling to find his worth, with a father that treats him as a degenerate, and an emotionally unattached mother, he has a hard time finding it.
That is until a certain son of his father's sworn enemy, walked i...
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Oliver didn't think that he and Regie would be on the terms they're on right now.
He thought that, Regie, just like everybody else, would find him repulsing, because he wasn't to control his powers the way everyone else was.
And so, as he sat with Regie at the library eating his lunch that Darren had helped him make a couple of hours ago, all he could think of was how much he wanted Regie.
His desire was getting the best of him, and Oliver hated it. Oliver was no stranger to masturbation, but it was usually to pictures of the men they showed in the playboy magazine.
But this was different. One, it was completely weird to masturbate to an image of someone you just met, soulmate or not. Two, this was something masturbation couldn't fix, Oliver needed to FEEL this man inside of him, and that wasn't a simple request.
"Yo, you good?" Regie asked, snapping Oliver out of his train of thought.
Thinking of no other response, he decided to frantically nod his head, making Regie chuckle. And Oliver found that insanely endearing, and he didn't know what else to call this emotion.
"You gonna eat that wrap? It's gonna get cold and we have The Godly Renaissance soon."
Oh, wait, you're probably thinking, "Well wait a minute, we didn't get on how they met."
Well, let me take you back in time, when they were on the rooftop on that warm November night.
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Oliver was at the party that Darren had encouraged him to go to, Darren was with one of his soulmate's friends, seemingly trying to ease the tension between them, by erotically dancing, Darren was circling his waist, causing his butt to circulate directly on The Friend's crotch.
"Hi."
Oliver jumped in surprise, as he turned around and saw an extremely enticing man. His eyes were siren shaped, with plump lips, and prominent tattoos.
It's the guy he bumped into a couple of weeks ago.
"Uh, me? H-hi to me?"
"Well, I'm lookin' at you, am I not? By the way. Never got your name."
"Oliver..." He whispered.
"You can speak up a little louder than that,bubble."
Bubble? A unique pet name, but it's whatever.
"My name is Oliver." He murmered with as much confidence as he could muster.
"Hi Oliver. My name's Regie."
Oliver gave a meek smile and hand wave. Before his favorite song played on the loud speakers, it was Daddy Issues by the neighborhood, and more specifically it was the remix.
