BL Lemons and Fluff!

2P!UsUk Lemon

//I Love Lemons. Thx

Freckles and Frickle-Frack

Oliver sighed and adjusted his pastel pink sweater, the purple skull in the middle smoothing out a bit more. He was in the office for trying to pierce his ears in the bathroom; again. The principal was chewing him out, but he wasn't really paying attention. In the end, he was let off the hook for it. After all, he was a good kid, in general.
He walked out, smiling when he saw his boyfriend waiting for him. They had been going out for about three months, and honestly Oliver thought that it would last forever. At least, he hoped it would.
Allan was a bad boy; the kind of guy you'd find smoking behind the school during maths or leaning against the lockers in a leather jacket for no particular reason. He wasn't as bad as everyone else thought though. He was great at baseball, to the point where the bat may as well have been a part of him. And he had a stellar smile (despite the missing tooth his brother's hockey stick had given him).
Currently, he was scrolling through his phone, leaned up against the lockers like he didn't have anything better to do. He hadn't seemed to notice Oliver at all.
Oliver took this chance to jump in front of him, hoping to scare him. Instead of jumping in shock, Allan's dark amber eyes slid up to Oliver's. "Hey Doll. You catch Hell this time?"
Oliver shook his head, then huffed and crossed his arms. "You were supposed to jump."
Allan rolled his eyes, grinning. "Yeah? How can I be scared of you though? You're like a cute little pastel goth kitten."
"I-I am not! Um, like a kitten..." Oliver clarified, then sighed softly. "Can you stay over this weekend? My parents are going away for the weekend, and the only one home is gonna be Scottie. And you know he'll be at the bar all week."
Allan grinned wider. "Yeah, of course. You think we can-"
"Don't even finish that question!" Oliver said, turning red and putting a finger over Allan's lips. After a pause, he looked off to the side. "M-maybe. It depends."
Allan nodded and put his hands in his pockets. They started walking down the hall to the front of the school, then Allan turned to Oliver. "I was actually gonna ask if we could play on your Wii, but what you were talking about is even better."
"Wh-wha... You liar! You were not gonna ask about my Wii, you horndog."
Allan laughed and held the door open for Oliver with an arm. "Who knows? Maybe I was."
Oliver rolled his eyes and huffed, walking over to Allan's parked motorcycle. "Let's just go, okay? We can stop by your house to get your things on the way. My parents should already be gone."
Allan nodded and opened the seat, retrieving their helmets. Allan's was plain black, and Oliver's was cotton-candy pink and blue. After they put their helmets on (because being unsafe is not badass), they drove to Allan's house. Allan was already living on his own; well, his brother lived with him, but aside from that he was alone. He swung the door open wide and called out, "Hey Matt!"
There was no answer, so Allan let Oliver in. He'd kept his boyfriend a secret, worried that Matt would get a bit too interested.
He went to his room and packed a few changes of clothes, as well as a few other items here and there. It didn't take long, and while he was packing Oliver called his parents to make sure they'd left already. On the way out the door, Alfred grabbed the spare key from the little table by the door. If things went bad, he didn't want to be locked out.
They drove to Oliver's house, which didn't take long. Oliver walked up to the door and opened it without even checking to see if anyone was home, and he was right. The house was empty aside from the two of them.
"So..." Allan began, and Oliver held himself nervously.
"Um, can we wait until after eating to talk about that type of thing?" Oliver asked, walking to the kitchen. Oliver was a great cook, so Allan nodded enthusiastically. "How does..." Oliver trailed off, his head in the refrigerator. "Um, chips and salsa sound? Or I could make guacamole. The rest is out of the question."
Allan shrugged and sat at the island in the middle of the kitchen. "Whatever is fine. Hell, PB&J sounds good even."
"You have horrible syntax, you know." Oliver teased, taking out a few avocados to make guacamole. He usually added shredded cheese in his, but since Allan was a vegan he decided to be nice and leave it out this time.
After they ate, they went to Oliver's room and played some Wii games. At first they just took turns playing a new account of LoZ Windwaker, passing the controller when they died. Then, they got bored; so naturally they...
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Put in Just Dance 4, of course!
Allan was pretty bad at it in general. The song he did best was 'Moves Like Jagger', and even then he didn't score very high. When it was Oliver's turn, Allan just enjoyed the show. Oliver was very good at matching the moves, and his hips swayed seductively. Allan wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose, but he was sure that he was getting turned on. Finally, when they were both tired of standing they fell back on the bed. Oliver was panting; he had tried so hard to do well that he was sweating slightly, his shirt sticking to his chest. Allan looked over at him, then smirked and sat up. "Hey."
"What?" Oliver asked breathlessly, looking up at him. He gasped when Allan moved to sit between his legs, putting a hand on each side of his head.
"Wanna do it now?" Allan asked, looking absolutely devilish.
Oliver turned red below him, biting his lip. "I mean... I don't want to be just another quick fix for you."
"Hey!" Allan huffed, running a hand through Oliver's hair and leaning down to kiss him. The kiss was quick and full of anger, and when Allan pulled away he glared down at Oliver. "No way in Hell is three months quick, for one. And for two, it's just a rumour that I sleep around all the time. Trust me, I'm not gonna use you for bangin' then leave ya hangin'."
Oliver giggled and looked away, then back up at Allan. "Alright. Just be careful at first, okay? It been a while since..."
Allan nodded. Oliver's last boyfriend, Francois, had been anything but caring, and Allan understood Oliver's worry. "Cross my heart, Dollface."