Drowning in You

3

OLIVER

I can tell he's watching me, I had already caught him once.

Once I looked over at him and he had the strangest look on his face, almost as if he was having a war inside his head. The look of inner turmoil was so prominent I wished I could read his mind. Maybe then I'd be able to understand him better.

Once I swear I heard him sigh, but it wasn't like a bored sigh or an exasperated one. It almost sounded like longing. Now I really wanted to read his mind, to find out who he was thinking about. Is it bad that I want it to be me? The thought of him sighing about that while thinking about me brings a smile to my face. I see him shift in his seat out of the corner of my eye and that makes me curious. Is he uncomfortable?

I look over at him once again and ask, "What are you thinking about?" A feeling of triumph rises from within me as the blood rushes to his pale cheeks and paints them red. I'm pretty sure he was thinking about me if I made him blush when he thought about it. The thought of that causes my heart to leap within my chest. Maybe he does like me. I think to myself.

With every turn I take I can't seem to keep my focus on the road, it keeps wandering to the person sitting in my passenger seat. I keep seeing him in my mind. I visualized kissing his lips. They looked so soft I was tempted to stop the car and kiss him right now just to find out, but I'm not so sure that Nico would be okay with that.

I visualized us back at my place him laying on the couch with me on top of him kissing him with so much passion and ferocity that it shocked me. I needed to stop thinking about this otherwise I was gonna get hard and scare him away. But then again I could see me slipping my hand up his shirt and pinching his nipple. The sound of his moan echoing in my ears. God, I wonder what his moan sounds like. I want to know what it tastes like to explore every part of him, his mouth, his nipples, his neck, his thighs. God what about his cock, what would it taste like to have that inside my mouth, the feeling of his come dripping down my throat?

I shook my head to clear the lustful mist from my mind as I focused on my driving. That didn't last long. I want to know all of it. I had to know. What would it feel like to slam my rock hard cock into his soft, white ass? God, I hope I get the chance to find out.

All these new emotions were foreign but not unwelcome. I'm not used to thinking about guys in that way. Honestly, this would be the first time. I've only ever dated girls up to this point, but I wouldn't even count those as being experiences to cement my sexuality. I'd only gone that far with one girl and even though it was great and I'd definitely be with a female again I knew that bisexuality was a thing. I could definitely be bi. Especially knowing first hand my attraction to Raven.

RAVEN

We couldn't get to his house soon enough.

I was starting to imagine what it would feel like to run my tongue down his abs. I imagined sliding his cock between my lips, sucking on him, and playing with his balls until he released his load into my mouth. I would lick my lips to get every last drop of him. These thoughts sent a chill down my spine. STOP! I mentally screamed at myself. But then the image of Oliver's face buried between my ass cheeks as he licked and fingered my hole came into my mind. Just the thought of it made me want to moan.

When the car stopped I got out of the car as fast as possible and tried to adjust myself to where Oliver wouldn't notice the obvious bulge in my, now too tight, skinny jeans. As we walked inside I noticed how Oliver was walking differently. Is it possible he noticed my hard-on? Oh god I hope not, that would be mortifying.

We got inside and Oliver indicated that he was going to go to the bathroom real fast but to make myself comfortable on the couch and to pick out a movie I wanted to watch. I took this time to try and cool off. I mean what the hell?! Why was I getting so worked up over Oliver? Maybe it's his ass? I asked myself. Then mentally slapped myself. You're supposed to be calming down not getting worked up! Maybe it was that hard-on he was sporting as he awkwardly walked into the bathroom? Oh my God shut up! I scream at myself.