Oakley {BoyxBoy & FIN}

Chapter Thirty Six

Oakley and I left the police station and walked home. Curtis and Aggie called a few times but when I didn't pick up or leave them a voice mail, they gave up. I almost wanted them to keep going, to ask jf i was okay, or what time I was coming home but they already knew I wasn't going to pick up. Heh, at least they tried.

I didn't want to talk to anyone at this point. I knew Grant was going to go somewhere a while. He was known as a "killer" for killing Mica, or at least that was people thought. They didn't want a simple answer, they wanted the juicy stuff, something to talk about.

A few weeks ago, they thought I caused Mica's disappearance but I was the one who was trying to find him. (That plan didn't exactly go into work when I found out about more shit.) I almost blamed the cops for Mica's death but it was his choice. He wanted to die. As for Grant, he wouldn't give out his "friends" names.

At that moment, I knew that deep down, Grant wanted to go to this place that could cure him. Not because he enjoyed it, but because he wanted to be far away from anyone that he might hurt.

Probably me (but that would be crazy because he tried to have sex with ms), or Oakley (he did hurt him, he could hurt him more), and then Aggie. I was surprised he didn't hurt his own friends. He probably did but hid the bruises so well. I told Grant that Oakley and I would visit him before he leaves and it looked like he has years in his eyes.

"That was really nice of you, Tate," Oakley said and smiled when I took of his jacket.

I shrugged and placed the jacket on the hook. "I guess," I said dully.

Oakley's eyes locked on mine and he grabbed my hands. "What's wrong?"

I sighed and pulled him to the living room. I sat down and he sat down next to me. "I felt like I did nothing to help Grant," I said truthfully.

Oakley pursed his lips and rubbed our hands together. His lips turned to a large smile and Oakley suddenly jumped on my lap. I quickly wrapped my arms around his waist to steady him and he placed his head between my neck and shoulder.

His breath fanned my neck and I shivered. "You gave him hope. You were there for him when nobody was. He'll remember you because you're his only friend."

I chuckled dryly. "My own enemy is my friend, what a fucking joke. I'm friends with the person who hurt my boyfriend."

"Yes, you are. How does that make you feel?"

I frowned and leaned my back on the couch. "It feels weird. None of this shit makes sense...but I felt good to help him. I wasn't selfish and became selfless when he felt like the world was ending. I know that feeling." I licked my lips and stared blankly at the TV. "I hate that feeling," I whispered.

"You don't have to feel like that anymore, because I'm here and I'll always be here with you," Oakley said and smiled.

I leaned forward and kissed him. I held him in my arms and kissed him as if we weren't going to see each other again. I kissed him because he was the one who understood me and kept trying. He made me feel like I wasn't alone anymore.

I laid him down on the couch and grabbed his hands. I held his hands above his head and intertwine our fingers. He gave out soft pants from the lack of air. I pulled away and kissed his neck, leaving butterfly kisses and small hickeys. His back arched and he bit bottom lip from moaning. I captured his lips with my teeth and he let out a loud moan. I invaded his mouth with my tongue to cover his pretty moans. His body trembled under me.

A image flashed in my mind when I remembered that he was on top of me and when he gave me a blow job. I didn't want pleasure, I wanted love. I wanted to make love to the boyfriend I love because I love him. I love him.

L o v e

"What?" I stared at Oakley's gorgeous wet eyes and his bottom lip trembled. I furrowed my eyebrows, puzzled why it looked like he was about to cry, but he chuckled and the tears spilled. "I've been waiting for you to say that ever since I met you."

I was completely confused.

"I love you too, Tate. I love you so much."

Oh.

I wanted to deny that I love him, I wanted to take it back, I wanted to tell him to forget what I said and what I said wasn't true. It was the insecurities, it was the thought of him leaving me for someone else, it was the thought of him never forgiving me after I did something stupid, it was the thought of me cheating on him, it was the thought of him getting tired of me.

Because he deserved someone so much better, someone who could love him more. But I needed him. I fucking love him.

"I love you," I repeated.

I would say it a billion times just to see you smile like that.

"I love you." I kissed his forehead.

"I love you." I kissed his cheeks.

"I love you." I kissed his nose and he giggled.

"I love you." I gazed my lips to his lips but quickly went to his jawline and kissed it.

"I love you." I kissed his sweet spot and he shivered.

"I love you." I kissed him and pressed my chest onto his. He pushed his hips to mine and I held back a groan. I squeezed our hands together and he rotated his hips. I almost fell on top of him. Oh god. How the hell did he know how to do that?

My eyes widened and I pulled back, a gasp leaving my mouth when Oakley flipped us over and my back landed on the floor. I groaned in pain yet I held onto our hands when Oakley fell on top of me. He blew his fringe away from his eyes and I placed my head on the floor.

I let out a big sigh and Oakley let go of our hands. He planted his hands beside my head and leaned down for a kiss. I slowly closed eyes and felt the softness of his lips.

I could kiss him forever.

I gripped the back of his head and pressed my lips hard onto his.

"Boys." My eyes opened when I heard the sound of Curtis' voice. I looked at him and he was standing without a shirt and long black pajamas pants. He had his arms crossed over his chest and a small smirk were on his lips. How fucking awkward.

I tried to explain. "Dad, we didn't--"

"I don't care. It's 2am. Get some sleep and we'll talk about it tomorrow. Good night and no more kissing," Curtis said, turned around, and left the living room.

Oakley and I looked at each other and I chuckled. I licked my lips and wanted to kiss Oakley again. I could still feel his softness on my lips. The way he was always careful when he kissed me when I kissed him roughly, the way his bottom lip trembled when he didn't know what he was doing.

"Time to go to bed, boyfriend," I teased and he stood up. He helped me stand and we walked to our bedroom. We took off our clothes, leaving our boxers of course, and jumped on the bed.

I wrapped my arms around Oakley's pretty body and he laid his head on my chest. I sighed and closed my eyes, my heart beat slowing down. I was completely drained. From the dance, to speed walking to the police station and having a deep and thoughtful conversation with Grant, to kissing Oakley and Curtis finding us, I wanted nothing more to sleep and start all over.

"Good night, Oakley," I whispered.

I was drifting to sleep when Oakley's said something that made me wake up. "You called Curtis dad."

I furrowed my eyebrows. I thought I would never call Curtis that. He didn't deserved that title because he didn't act like a father but for these past few months, he started to act like a father than a businessman.

I relaxed and closed my eyes, a smile on my face. "Yeah, he's my dad."

Dad. Nothing could compared a father to a mother but my dad had to be the father and the mother. He was raising a son by himself and I was giving him shit.

"And I love him."

Because I wanted to hate him but I couldn't.