the course of true love never did run smooth

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and yet

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to say the truth

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reason and love keep little

company together nowadays

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[livestrong]

( felix thought he'd been obvious the first time — thought that by leaving the door slightly open, oliver would have taken the hint; thought that surely the soft moans on his lips counted as invitations — but it wasn't until felix was half dressed and pulling the drain plug that oliver joined him in their shared bathroom that night, leaving felix almost as frustrated as he was before he jerked one off in the tub.

it goes on like this for weeks, felix not-so-subtly leaving the bathroom door unlocked whenever he needs to blow off steam, hoping that oliver will just walk in on him, purely by accident, of course. he can't say whether oliver is ignoring him or simply afraid that he might be overstepping some invisible bounds, but there's only so long felix can play this game of cat and mouse — and he would very much like for oliver to finally pounce. (there's no fun in felix making the first move. that's what everyone expects him to do. the real thrill lies in the chase, and felix is the one being chased.)

they've been dancing around each other since that day at oxford, caught in some never ending waltz where they aren't allowed to touch — at least, not in the way felix would like to. casual affection comes naturally for him: an arm swung around oliver's shoulder, a peck on the cheek, a hand on a knee or a thigh. he's never wanted for anything in his life. but he wants this — to occupy oliver's space so fully there's nothing left between them — the one thing he probably isn't supposed to have.

(you'll get bored of him, he can hear venetia say, you always do, and he wants to shout back not this time, vee, it's different. isn't it? it has to be. he wants to believe that, too.)

his parents seem taken with oliver in a way they've never been so inclined with any of his other friends in the past, so maybe that's a sign that things might just work out this time. even if nothing else happens ... oliver might become the first friend who's ever been invited to saltburn for the holidays.

tonight, though, felix has a different plan. the door, as always, remains unlocked and slightly ajar, but it isn't his cock in his hand that hitches his breath, isn't his own grip that causes him to moan. no, tonight, he's employed a little help, easing the tapered end of a well-loved toy into his hole, slowly and deliberately opening himself until at last the base meets flesh and, not wholly involuntarily, he gasps: )

Ah, Ollie —

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( he might have told ollie sooner, but — well, truthfully, he'd forgotten until just now. )

woke up 2 annabel rubbing me off that morning after harrys godawful party.
didnt have the heart 2 tell her i was only hard bcuz i dreamt u were blowing me...
hasnt happened again since.
buuuut maybe my subconscious just needs a little more... ammunition.