the older man

Chapter 1

Oliver's P.O.V

Sooo... I wake up with the worst hangover of my life, with a sexy dark skinned guy laying in bed next to me. And we're both naked. I... I don't know how to feel about this. I'm incredibly gay, like so fucking gay, but I was with this guy when I was drunk. Fuck, I was two years away from being of age. And I have no memory of who this guy is, where I am, or how I got there. So, I did what anyone would do. I tried, as quietly as possible, to get my clothes on and slip out the room. Look, before you get on my case, I don't do one night stands. It's gross, and people who indulge in one night stands, especially multiple ones just disgust me. You don't screw someone, then never call again, or even talk. But... on the other hand, I WAS FUCKING FREAKED OUT! I slipped into my jeans and tshirt and was just about out the door when a voice came from behind me, making me jump.

"Good morning." I whipped around and... holy shit. Wow, wow wow, wow. He was... wow, so fucking sexy. His black hair fell perfectly around his face, his jaw line looked like it could cut glass like fucking butter.

"G-good morning." I blushed and he sat up.

"What, are you leaving like this is some goddamn one-night stand?" God his voice! It was deep and warm and rich and sexy. Like, you know how in commercials for whiskey and cologne, they get deep voiced guys? He sounded like one of those guys. Honestly, after seeing him move just a litte, and hearing him (and also, seeing him naked... cause, um, lets just say I had to double check to make sure that wasn't a log of firewood) I was kinda... warming up to the idea of me and him screwing

"N-no, I just..."

"I'm just joking, kid. It's fine, I get it. You're probably pretty freaked out, waking up after a blackout drunk night and having a naked guy next to you."

"How did you know I was..."

"I was pretty drunk, not as drunk as you, but I'm better at holding my alcohol, and you were shooting straight vodka. I know blackout drunk when I see it by now. Name's Abraham, by the way."

"Oh. m-my names-"

"I know your name. Or at least, I know the name you used."

"H-how?"

"You told me pretty much everything there is too know about you."

"Oh. really?"

"Yeah."

"How... How old are you, by the way?"

"26. And your... 19, right?"

"Yeah. how...?"

"I'm pretty good at telling people's age. Why were out drinking then?"

"My brother 'invited' me out too a party."

"Invited like invited, or invited like 'Hey, there's a party, and you're going.' it may sound like an invite, but you don't really have a choice."

"The second one, how'd you know?"

"That's why I was there. My sister's boyfriend had a birthday yesterday, and she made me go."

"Oh."

"Yeah. It kinda sucked. Until I met you. Then it got better."

"What?"

"We were talking for a long time. It was literally the only part of the night were I had fun." I could feel my cheeks turning red.

"R-really."

"Yeah." He smiled and then he seemed to think of something. "Hey. I know this might sound weird, but... I'm gonna give ya my number. Cause, I know that we, like met because of a drunk night, but I remember most of what happened, and what we talked about... and I'd like to get to know you better, so... look, just promise me you'll think about it?"

"Ok, I will."

(Time skip until about twenty minutes later)

I pulled out my phone and quickly texted the number he had given me

Me: Hey, It's me, you probably knew that.

Abraham: Yeah, I know Oliver Norrisy

Me: Wait, how... I never told you my name.

Abraham: you really shouldn't put your real name on a fake ID

Me: My brother made that for me. He is sooo creative with fake names, isn't he. It's Norris, not Norissy, by the way.

(Time skip to about three day's later, in the middle of the day)

Abraham's P.O.V

My phone buzzed, and I quickly glanced down to see it was a text from Oliver

Oliver: Hey... I was wondering if the date option was still... ya know, a thing?

Me: yeah

Oliver: So, when were you thinking, maybe?

Me: how about tomorrow. I have a pretty slow day at work. So you can pretty much come over at any time.

Oliver: Yeah, sounds good.

Me: here's the address

After I sent the address, I put away my phone and just blushed and smiled for a bit.

To be continued

A/N sorry for the short chapter. I literally just finished this, and I'm bored as fuck, and not even supposed to have the computer but I wanted to update my story. Gotta go

-Cinnamon (You can call me Cinna or Cin for short)