The Greaser and The Soc, A M!Reader x 2p! England Love Story

Chapter Six; One Year (Lemon Scented)

--- Oliver's POV ---

(M/N) and I have been dating for a year now. I started working at my family's candy shop, while he continued working at the mechanics. We still met at the lot every night. Staying there till the wee hours of the night, talking about anything and everything. Him and I planned to meet at the car lot, then spend the night at his house.

I said goodbye to my mum, telling them I'd be at Francois's for the night. Which she shrugged off as always, telling me to have fun. I quickly shut the front door and began to the lot. It was already pretty late, the streetlights had just flickered on when I got to the car lot. Slipping throughout the fence into the silent yard.

I went and sat behind the car taking a breath of fresh air. I peered over the car hood just as (M/N) snuck through the gate. I stood and walked up to him smiling as he returned the gesture. He opened his arms allowing me to step in getting a much welcomed hug from my darling boyfriend.

He laughed a little making me look up.

"It's so cute when you get all excited to see me." He smiled, making me blush but smile none the less.

"C'mon," he said pulling me back towards the gate, "the nights still young and I much rather hang around my place than this junkyard."

I nodded and followed as we walked quietly to (M/N)'s home. The night was now in full swing, the stars coming out to play with the moon, even though the streets were quiet enough to hear a pin drop minus our muffled foot falls.

We came up to (M/N)'s house. Him opening the door and allowing me into his home. Which was cleaner than last time. (M/N) shrugged off his jacket, carelessly tossing the leather aside. It landed on an old chair with a soundless thud.

(M/N) walked over to a small home radio, switching on a local station. The music filling the silence of his home. He meandered into the kitchen, shaking his hips ever so slightly to the rhyth, making my heart race and my face bloom with color. He opened his fridge, shaking his arse in a mindless manor as he stood with two bottles in hand.

"Do ya like root beer Ollie?" He asked. I nodded, watching as he popped the caps of on the counter then sashayed into the living room, smiling as he danced slightly to the radios rhythm. He handed me a root beer and took a swig of his, smiling as he plopped onto his couch. I took a sip of my drink as we began some mindless chatter.

A few hours later we had a few more sodas and I slowly got more comfortable in my chair. (M/N) was rambling on about some fight his friend Lutz got in, when he suddenly went silent.

"What's wrong?" I asked, (M/N) stood snapping his fingers to the new beat of the radio, he waltzed over and did a small spin to a jazz rift. He looked extremely happy listening to the song that poured through his speakers. He looked over at me with his darling (e/c) eyes and smiled. And held a hand out grinning.

"Dance with me Ollie. We've been sitting forever, and I know you can use those hips." He said with a wink. I blushed but took his hand, allowing him to pull me up from my seat and pull me into a close waltz. As the song slowed he held my hand and wrapped the other around my waist, I wrapped my free arm around his neck; pulling him closer. In all honesty I didn't know how to slow dance. I'd never gone to any school dances, and never had to learn so I was fumbling with the footing, growing nervous with every passing moment.

"(M-M/N) I don't know how to dance..." I stammered. He chuckled.

"I would've never guessed. You're a natural Ollie Boy." He said, making me smile, a sudden courage washing over me.

The song slowed, and our dance followed in suit. I leant forward resting my forehead on (M/N)'s chest.

I smiled when I felt him press a small kiss to my forehead. The song came to an end and I looked up seeing (M/N) smiling down at me.

He leaned down and pressed a loving kiss to my lips. I stood on my tip toes and craned my neck to keep him there, my hands roaming to his hair, playing with the strands at the base of his neck. His hands traveled my waist, then my hips as I wrapped my arms around his neck, wanting to keep him there forever.

He bit my lip, making me moan slightly allowing him to sneak his tounge past my teeth. Making me shiver. I pressed myself against his torso. (M/N)'s hands roamed more and more of my body, his touch making me tremble. His hands landed on my arse, him giving an experimental squeeze making me moan again. He smirked and slid his hands to my thighs pulling me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, never once breaking from our lip lock.

I don't know how we managed to get upstairs. Or how we even opened the door, but the make out session took a slight break only when he threw me into his bed, where I bounced off the springs, only for the bed to shift from his own weight.

I flipped from my back and straddled (M/N)'s waist tugging his t-shirt and connecting our lips again. His hands rested on my hips, which I began grinding into his, making him groan into our kiss.

"Shit Ollie..." He gasped, his eyes half lidded and glazed over. I smirked to myself and ground into him again making him throw his head back. He hissed through clenched teeth, then bit his lip. Preventing a moan from escaping his panting mouth. I chuckled a bit to myself as he threw a lustfull glare my way.

"So, you wanna play dirty?" He growled. I smirked until his lips connected with my collar bone. He pulled the collar of my shirt down farther as his breath fanned the skin. I shivered at the sensation before he pulled my shirt off entirely. I pouted and tugged his making him do the same before he returned to my neck. Licking, sucking, biting the skin. I moaned all to loud as he kissed a certain spot just right. He smirked against my skin and whispered,

"Jackpot." Before abusing the spot. I threw my head back letting the lewd sounds spill past my lips, my toes curling from the simple pleasure.

But a sudden smash of glass against floor broke the haze. (M/N)'s eyes snapped to the door. He looked at me in my panting mess of a state and flashed a look of apology. (M/N) pulled me into the bathroom across the hall looking to the stairs.

"I'll be right back Ollie Boy. I'm sorry." He said nearly closing the door but pausing to press a quick kiss to my forehead. I watched him leave, the sounds of people talking downstairs carrying to the bathroom.

I listened closely hearing snippets of the conversation.

"Lutz! What are you doing here?" (M/N) asked.A hiccup bounced off the walls meeting my ears as he spoke.

"Ah, I gotta take a piss ya know. I went drinkin with Luciano an I thought I'd visit my best buddy." The Russian slurred. My eyes widened with fright as I knew the only bathroom in (M/N)'s house was the one I was in. 

I looked around frantic jumping into the shower and pulling the curtain. Then crouching in the far corner. I heard muffled voices as the door opened, the Russian stumbling in. I held my breath as the man went about his business. He finished and began on his way out only to stumble over his own feet and try to catch himself on the curtain, only to fall into the shower.

Lutz looked over at me blinking slowly before pointing at me.

"Who are you?" He asked squinting.

Just then (M/N) stepped in and hurriedly pulled the Russian to his feet.

"J-Jeez Lutz takin to walls? You're way too drunk!" (M/N) said making the Russian more confused than he already was. I listened as (M/N) walked his friend out of the house, locking his front door. Only then did I breathe.

(M/N) came bounding up the stairs then into the bathroom.

"He won't remember a thing. But," he sighed, "Gods I can't believe I forgot to lock the damn door." He groaned. I laughed a bit and stood from the shower.

"C'mon lets get to bed, I'm real tired." I yawned. (M/N) nodded leading me back to his room.

He crawled into his covers and held the blankets for me to crawl into, which I gladly did. Resting my head on (M/N)'s chest. The slow rise and fall of his breathing lulling me to sleep.

A/N
Hey guys sorry this chapter took so long! I had bad writers block and didn't know what to do for a while, so I did all three of my ideas heh...

Anyways I hope you enjoyed this!

Love,
Dan