Punk Music and Cupcakes (Oliver X Arthur)

Ch. 6 • "Gay Thoughts"

Arthur raised a thick eyebrow as he awaited Oliver's next words. Picking up the small cup he normally uses for his morning tea, he allowed himself a few sips at a time; due to it still being hot and the ever present dulling headache. The freckled male across from him had his teeth buried in his lip and his gaze settled on the polished wood of the table in front of him, apparently carefully thinking over his words, which surprised Arthur. Oliver rarely thought twice about what he was to say.

"U-um... You know..." Oliver cleared his throat quietly, fidgeting in his seat, with a growing blush on his features. It didn't take much more than that for Arthur to realise what the other was about to bring up. It made him tense and look away.

"Oliver, you..."

Taking a deep breath, Oliver managed to look at Arthur again, once again worrying an already abused strip of flesh between his teeth. "I-If... If you ever need to... you know... I don't mind helping..."

Arthur was stunned, embarrassed, and intrigued all at once. He gaped for a moment, the red tinging his cheeks only deepening. "No!" he shook his hands and his head in immediate dismissal, though at the same time, he jumped a little, causing his cup to sway haphazardly. He leaned forward quickly and set his hands on its sides to steady it, allowing his wide eyes to focus on the object instead of the cause of his fluster. 

Knowing Oliver might have been hurt or gotten the wrong idea, Arthur quickly went to try to explain himself. "Y-You're... You're basically me! And, you're a guy! Oliver, there's so many things wrong with that, I--"

"Arthur." Oliver began steadily, surprising the blond into silence again. Oliver rarely interrupted like that. Even though his tone was firmer, Oliver's eyes were still averted and his blush seemingly permanent. His usual shy demeanor. Watching as the strawberry blond stood, Arthur swallowed dryly.

"We're both men. Straight or not, we need the release sometimes." Even though he didn't stutter, Oliver was obviously very sheepish about the words. Risking to meet Arthur's gaze again as he made his way to the entryway of the kitchen. "...It's simply making love on a bed," he finished in almost a whisper, before turning, trying to hide his reddened face. Arthur was no better, his eyes widening more and the burn on his cheeks blazing hotter.

"I'm going to work..." Oliver informed Arthur in a mutter before leaving.

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Arthur sat in that chair for nearly half an hour after Oliver left. All he could do was stare at his cup and try sorting his thoughts while his blush barely dispersed.

Oliver basically just proposed to have sex. So... did that mean he liked Arthur back?

Scowling instantly, Arthur 'tsk'ed and stood, gathering whatever dishes there were to wash. What was that thought about? Arthur did not like Oliver. Not in that way, at least. The male was an okay person, so he liked him platonically. But romantically was just out of the question.

As much as he tried to fight it, while he absentmindedly scrubbed a plate, his mind wandered. In place of his normal fantasies of sensual intimacy with beautiful women, it was completely twisted. Instead of a very much feminine figure underneath him, it was his one and only freckled counterpart, blushing and panting and grasping his shoulders with fingernails gently digging into his skin when Arthur teased over Oliver's...

Nearly dropping the plate, Arthur's blush returned with a vengeance. The images affected him physically, making him press his legs together and look around in embarrassment, as if someone could see him. Exhaling shakily, a bit of a chuckle, Arthur made sure to finish the chore quickly so he could rush (with an awkward gait) to a cold shower.