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Post by dodger on Dec 13, 2010 20:47:33 GMT -5
  Jack Dawkins was not a morning person. He worked long hours at the school, but that left no time for him to sleep till noon. Usually. Since he'd acquired a "roommate" a year ago-roommate being the operative word for a boy he offered his couch to and never left-he hadn't been able to sleep as much as he used to. He worked overtime at the school when the kids wanted him to give them music lessons and sometimes he didn't get back till late, but usually by 6 there was a commotion in the kitchen when Oliver was getting ready for school. Once he hears a glass or a plate break it's Jack's obligation to get up and help the kid out before he hurt himself. And to get ready for school along with the younger boy.
This morning was a lot like what was described above, sleeping peacefully until a crash sounds off in the kitchen and Dodger must now see if Oliver was okay. Very rarely does he find the small blonde boy bleeding on the floor, but Jack was good with first aid, it came with the territory when he was on the streets. The male yawned, stretching himself out and rolling himself out of bed. He groaned when he hit the floor and sighed, scratching himself as he got up and pulled up his boxers-the only thing he happened to be wearing this morning. "Do I need to bring the first aid kit this time?" he called, coughing violently as he felt something come up his throat. Only problem with being a smoker. The hacking up a lung was a pain in the ass. He listened out for Oliver's response, but soon get bored and grabbed the first aid kit anyway, yawning again as he made his way out of his bedroom and into the kitchen.
"Is this going to become a morning ritual of ours?" he asked, wandering into the kitchen, first aid kit in hand, as he wandered to find the strawberry-blonde boy. Not having any luck with finding the smaller male, he called out "Oliver? Kid? Hullo?"
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Post by olipop on Dec 14, 2010 14:30:33 GMT -5
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It was a morning just like any other. Oliver found himself waking up (many thanks to the second hand alarm clock that fancied itself going off with an insufferable buzzing) and, after rubbing the sleep from his eyes, groggily pulled on his clothing for the day.
With a glance at the digital clock however, the angry red numbers glared "5:30" at him. With a tiny frown, Oli shook his head. He could have sworn he set it for six, which, granted, may have left him with a little less time to get ready, but a half hour of more sleep to a teenager was like an oasis to a dying man.
Any luck of getting back to sleep was futile though, as the boy was already dressed and felt the familiar need to brush his teeth. With a sigh followed by a rueful smile, Oliver made his way to the bathroom and, after cleaning his mouth and other morning necessities, chanced another look at the clock again. Too late to go back to sleep, but too early to do much else. The blonde quirked his lips out of habit, contemplating exactly what he could do to pass the time. With an excited grin, he tip toed to his temporary guardian's room and, easing the door open slowly, peeked his head in. Dodger was sound asleep, as he expected. With an eager shake of his fist, he quickly shut the door again and all but raced to the kitchen.
Most mornings all the kid could do was mooch off the food Jack supplied, usually nothing more than cereal or toast. But today, with just a little extra time, just maybe he could make a real meal. It was the least he could do anyway, what with the older man literally taking him in off the streets a year ago. Being 16 at the time, he didn't have much to offer him. Scratch that he didn't have anything to offer him. But the man didn't mind, just giving a shrug and his (what he would later learn to be) infamous grin.
But being a boy who had to raise himself when his mother was.."incapacitated" for lack of a better word, Oliver learned to cook. And he was rather good, even if it wasn't something he particularly enjoyed. The reminder that he had to learn as a child doesn't allow him to really like the act, but he understands perfectly it's a polite and courteous thing to do for others.
First things first: ingredients. After searching through cupboards (being as quiet as he could manage), the blonde extracted a box of pancake mix, eggs, and milk, along with a loaf of bread and jam, and lastly a few strips of bacon. He knew how Jack adored that stuff.
"Add eggs and mix to a large mixing bowl," Oliver read, tongue sticking out between his lips in a sine of concentration, "Okay, I can do that."
Twenty minutes later, several fluffy cakes stacked on top of eachother dipped under the weight of sticky syrup. A loud sizzling alerted Oli to the bacon cooking and, taking a spatula and plate, carefully scooped the meat out of the pan. Unfortunately, a sudden loud whistling sounded from the kettle beside him, successfully startling the boy and, in his surprise, jumped. This then resulted in the rim of the pan making contact with his forearm and, letting out a pained yelp, dropped the plate of bacon. It was just a matter of time now before --
"Do I need to bring the first aid kit this time?"
With a forlorn groan, Oliver stood for a moment and surveyed the damage, panicking slightly at the fact he had broken another plate. Despite the sharp throbbing in his arm, he crawled on all foors and shakily plucked the broken bits of china from the tiled floor.
"Is this going to become a morning ritual of ours?"
[/color] Maybe if he didn't say anything, Dodger would just go back to sleep? The instinctual fear he felt at disappointing the man stopped the boy from responding and hurried to pick up the sharp bits, which only resulted in a particularly edgy piece sinking into the tip of his finger. With a wince and surprised gasp, he watched as droplets of blood welled from the wound, quickly running down the length of his finger. Eyes widening, he comically stumbled and raced to the bathroom, immediately turning the faucet on cold, and forcing his finger under the spray. "Oliver? Kid? Hullo?""Y-yeah, I'm okay!" he called back, closing his eyes at the crack in his voice, "Don't worry about it!" God he hoped he wouldn't. status • complete word count • 7 6 9 lyrics • the show by lenka clothing • click!notes • holybejesus long post. <3 poooor olipop </3 credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution[/size][/font][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by dodger on Dec 14, 2010 14:50:02 GMT -5
Jack wandered along the kitchen to survey the damage. Looks like the kid attempted to make breakfast again and ended up hurting himself. He blinked as he noticed the blood near the shards on the ground and he sighed, grabbing the boom and sweeping the shards into the dust pan, which he promptly dumped into the trash can. He picked up the pan and turned off the stove, picking up the fallen meat and chuckling lightly as he tossed that away too. It took Jack a minute to process why the pan was on the floor if it was the plate breaking that caused Oliver to bleed and when it finally processed he felt his ears perk up at the sound of the sink in the bathroom turning on.
"Y-yeah, I'm okay! Don't worry about it!"
Within seconds Jack appeared behind the boy, placing his head on Oliver's as both arms wrapped around him to grab the small hand under the water. "Lemme see," he muttered, taking Oliver's hand out from under the faucet and taking a look at it. He blew his bangs out of his face and used the tweezers nearby to remove the shard from Oliver's finger, putting pressure on it to stop the bleeding. He knew by now with Oliver that when he said not to worry about it, Jack needed to go help him. In a couple of moments he had Oliver's finger bandaged up and soon he was tugging at the boy's arm, noticing the mark from the hot pan hitting it.
"Hold still," he muttered into the boy's ear, pulling Oliver's arm gently so that he could survey the damage in the mirror. He wasn't in the mood to move from his hovering position behind the boy, so he just kept Oliver in place. Why? Because he was more comfortable with both his arms around the smaller boy than he would be if he wasn't very close and just doing things as he was "supposed to."
Jack didn't know why, but when something happened to Oliver he freaked. He kept his cool demeanor around the kid, but when Oliver wasn't around he'd go outside for a smoke to calm himself. He knew that he needed to stay calm for Oliver because the boy was terrified of disappointing him, and Jack knew that he could never be disappointed in Oliver-no matter how much he tried. The man pulled out a washcloth from the nearby closet in the bathroom and soaked it in cold water, pressing it to the burn and sighing, placing his head back on Oliver's and pulling him closer. "Gave me a heart attack kid. Doesn't matter if you tell me not to worry, I still do."
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Post by olipop on Dec 14, 2010 17:59:56 GMT -5
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Oliver's ears strained at the sound of movement from the kitchen, and he knew Jack was cleaning up the mess he'd made. The boy winced. The mess he'd made, trying to do something good. He wasn't given much time to berate himself however, as within a minute he heard hurried footsteps, followed by the appearance of Jack in the doorway.
There wasn't any warning before Oli found the taller man pressed to his back, hands seeking out his injured finger.
"Lemme see.
The blonde couldn't help the flush creeping up his cheeks. He allowed his his hand to be inspected, and only flinched slightly when the shard of china was tugged from his fingertip. He found himself opening his mouth to object to this treatment. No seriously, he could handle this. He wasn't a kid anymore, not really. He could take care of a few injuries no problem! But..it was really nice to let someone take care of him..
The bandage went on easily, and the boy clenched his hand into a loose fist experimentally, testing the boundaries.
"Hold still.
[/color] "For wh--ow!" Oliver winced, the movement in his left arm causing a stinging sensation. The burn mark was a slight crescent shape, angry red in colour. There didn't seem to be any threat of blistering, but it hurt quite a bit regardless. A damp washcloth was applied to the wound and, trying to distract himself from the pain, the blonde focused on his surroundings. Unfortunately, his immediate surroundings were that of his crush caretaker directly behind him, almost holding him. He shook his head to repel these thoughts. The guy was just helping him, if anything like a big brother. It was fruitless to harbour any feelings other than platonic, anyway. Jack "Dodger" Dawkins was irrefutably straight. "Gave me a heart attack kid. Doesn't matter if you tell me not to worry, I still do."[/color] At these words, Oli couldn't help the nervous smile that flitted across his lips. "Heh, yeah, well someone's gotta keep that old heart beating!" he retorted, carefully moving Dodger's arms from around himself in an attempt to regain some personal space. He couldn't be blushing (not that he'd admit that's what he was doing) and feeling his heart in his throat with the man right behind him. He wouldn't be able to get a word in. "I'm fine, really. Sorry about your plate, though. I was..trying to make breakfast for you and well.." Oliver trailed off, sheepishly rubbing his arm in a display of humility. He gasped however, forgetting in his embarrassment, the burn. With a twitch of his lips that was more a grimace than a smile, the boy gave a weak laugh. "Mostly, anyway."status • complete word count • 4 4 2 lyrics • the show by lenka clothing • click!notes • skjdsladj <333 i never realized how cute these two were before now. credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution[/size][/font][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by dodger on Dec 14, 2010 18:19:01 GMT -5
"Heh, yeah, well someone's gotta keep that old heart beating!"
Jack feigned hurt feelings as he pouted at Oliver "You calling me old, kid? That hurts." he answered, watching Oliver closely as he noticed the boy's face turn beet red at the contact they just had. Jack had been fighting feelings for the same sex for awhile, but when this boy was around it made things a hell of a lot harder. Since Oliver had moved in, her rarely went on dates with women and he stayed home to spend time with Oliver instead. At first, he had gone on with his life as usual, but once he'd gotten a phone call about something that happened that involved Oliver or something that involved something that would remind him of the blonde, he immediately ended his date to go take care of the kid. Since then, Jack had taken himself off the market, and his subconscious apparently set its sights on the boy--not that Jack himself realized this at all, even to this day.
"I'm fine, really. Sorry about your plate, though. I was..trying to make breakfast for you and well.."
At the boy's gasp, Jack was on the offense again, putting the washcloth on the boy's burn once again and sighing, smiling at the boy a bit. "Last time you said you were fine, you weren't and you ended up being mad at me for a week because I didn't do anything. Now you say I worry too much. Make up your mind, will ya blondie?" he winked, leaving the washcloth on the boy's arm as he led Oliver out of the bathroom and back to the kitchen, putting the boy in a chair at the table and going to pick up some of the food on the counter--which hadn't been left alone for very long so things were still warm. He placed a plate in front of Oliver and took a pancake, sticking it in his mouth as he walked back into his room to put some more clothes on. He obviously can't go to work with just his boxers on. That would be unprofessional.
Within a few minutes Jack emerged from his room, showered and pancake eaten, going to get himself a plate as he adjusted the tie with a playful gag. He hated dressing up, so he usually loosened his tie, mussed up his hair and unbuttoned the top few buttons to make himself more comfortable. People at work said he looked fine, but he hated how constricted he felt in these clothes. He watched the boy closely and tilted his head. "You up for going to school today? I can call you in sick and I'll take off work if you want." he offered. He needed a day off anyway, he had a lot of vacation time built up and he wouldn't mind spending the day taking care of Oliver. It was a noble cause to stay at home that day anyway.
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Post by olipop on Dec 14, 2010 19:54:22 GMT -5
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A laugh broke through the boy's mouth, lips twitching into a full grin. "You're ancient, Jack," he replied with a playful wink. It was amazing really how easy it was to fall into the role of being friendly with Dodger. He was just so likable, it was no wonder girls fell over themselves trying to impress him. At this thought, Oliver felt a stab of jealousy course through his chest, but refused to frown. The older man's promiscuity was no secret, but lately it had seemed like he'd settled down a little. Having a young charge like Oli probably was at the cost of losing a few of life's pleasures. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he did feel a bit guilty. Dodge was a grown man, he should be able to go out and have girlfriends, right?
Shaking himself out of this reverie, Oliver blinked, realizing he had blocked out Jack's response. Jeez he needed to quit those inner monologues. The boy let himself be tugged along to the kitchen and took a seat as silently directed by Jack. He blinked as the plate of pancakes was placed before him and, after Dodger swiped one and promptly stuck it in his mouth, giggled. He watched the man saunter back into his room, definitely not admiring the muscles underneath that tan expand of skin, and soon after heard the shower run.
"Gotta keep it together," the blonde mused, cutting a small section off the food and slowly chewing the sugary fried cake. With a happy hum, he proceeded to eat with more vigour, very pleased with the outcome. The bacon may have been a mistake and, oh man he'd forgotten all about the toast and coffee, but at least these were saved.
It didn't take long for Dodger to emerge back into the kitchen and, giggling again at his antics, Oliver pushed the plate still laden with two pancakes in his direction. The extra fluffy kind were seriously filling, and Oli didn't think he could stomach more than the one he'd already eaten. But Dodger was an endless vacuum with 2 stomachs, so he was quite the exception.
"You up for going to school today? I can call you in sick and I'll take off work if you want."
Blinking, Oliver excitedly nodded his head. "You'd really do that? Really? I mean, you don't have to, but like, if you don't wanna go to work and all, I wouldn't mind or nothin'. Is that okay?"
So he was a little more than excited, maybe ecstatic was the word. Most days there wasn't enough time for them to spend time together, between Dodger's work load and the boy's own schooling, plus trying to find a job to lift some of his expenses. If Dodger was willing to skip a day and spend time with Oli, he was content.
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lyrics • the show by lenka
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Post by dodger on Dec 14, 2010 20:17:42 GMT -5
Jack stuck his tongue out at the boy as he noted Oliver passing his plate to him. The man smirked, finishing his plate and then polishing off Oliver's once he was done. At his offer of staying home, he noted the excitement start to build up in Oliver's expression.
"You'd really do that? Really? I mean, you don't have to, but like, if you don't wanna go to work and all, I wouldn't mind or nothin'. Is that okay?"
[/color] He smiled at Oliver's reaction and he nodded, putting the dishes in the dishwasher and pulled his tie off completely. "Of course it's okay. Besides, I hate these monkey suits, so it would be a good say to get out of them," he answered, winking at the smaller boy as he made his way back into his room and shed the "monkey suit," getting his pajama pants on and taking his shirt off again. He didn't enjoy shirts all that much, so usually he walked around without one. Good thing he wasn't a girl or that would be awkward. Jack wandered back into the kitchen and pulled his phone out of his jacket pocket to call himself and Oliver in sick. The man nodded when the secretary wished them both well and he hung up. The man soon turned to the boy and smirked, tilting his head curiously "You just gonna sit there or you gonna go get your pajamas on so we can be couch potatoes for the rest of the day?" he teased. Once Oliver was gone he pulled his phone out again and cancelled the lessons he had planned for today, pulling out his pack of cigarettes and going out to the balcony to smoke out the stress of the earlier events. Thankfully Oliver was alright, but something else was bothering him and he didn't know what it was. For some reason today he had been more terrified than usual when he heard that crash go off. It didn't help that those kids from the year before that had caught Oliver pick-pocketing from them had been running around saying things in his class. Every fiber of his being wanted to beat them into the ground for their words, but he was glad he wasn't going to class today. As he took another drag of his cigarette he thought about things. Why did it upset him so much that some punk kids were talking shit about Oliver? The man growled lightly at the thought and sighed, finding that his inner emo monologuing had been going on long enough for his cigarette to disappear. He put out the butt of the cigarette and walked back in after he'd aired himself out so he didn't smell of smoke. He plopped himself back onto the couch and started flipping through the channels, not noticing if Oliver had come back or not.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/size] * * * words;; 485
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Post by olipop on Dec 14, 2010 21:08:24 GMT -5
slow it down, make it stopbefore my heart is going to pop• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • [/center]
Another laugh broke through Oliver's lips in response to Dodger's affectionate lingo. Not having grown up in New York, anyone referring to a suit as anything pertaining to a primate was entertaining.
It felt like he never really got used to living with Dodger, not really. While he was of course really comfortable with him, probably more comfortable than anyone he'd ever known, it all felt a little too good to be true, not to be cliche. Even after a whole year, the kindness that he was given just seemed out of place, like Oli wasn't really there. Sure he understood it was real and that Jack was genuinely just that nice of a guy, but for the majority of his life, Oliver wasn't given nice things, and wasn't treated with this kind of care. During his early years, he was nursed and taken care of, but after his mom's dwindling health started, it was him doing the caring, despite his young age.
His right hand reached up, a nimble finger subconsciously twirling a curly strand of hair. It wasn't that he didn't appreciate Jack, he idolized the man. He sort of..couldn't do much wrong in Oliver's eyes, unless he's counting the times he got mad at him for not showing he cared. A sheepish, embarrassed smile spread across his cheeks at the thought. That was close to the beginning of their time together, when Oliver was still wary of the man, not exactly trusting him and showing it. But that time had passed, and now he was more likely to forgive the older male of things, even his less than attentive attitude. Besides, Oliver would never learn to show his independence if he was coddled his whole life. It was good that Dodger didn't smother him with worry, even if sometimes he fretted. He was pretty good at turning into Oliver's moods, too. Knowing when he wasn't okay, and when he was just thinking too much. That someone knew him so well was..endearing.
"You just gonna sit there or you gonna go get your pajamas on so we can be couch potatoes for the rest of the day?"
Startled, the blonde turned towards Jack and let out a laugh. "I'm going, I'm going!"
With a glance at Jack's bare muscular, smooth chest, he quickly averted his gaze and hurried to his own room and, swiping the pajamas he'd stripped off not an hour ago, pulled them back on. Taking a second to look at himself in the small mirror on his wall, hands raising to fix his hair. He paused and silently berated himself once more. This wasn't a date, he'd just put his pj's on for pete's sake. Shaking his head for even thinking of the "d" word (which it obviously wasn't), Oli exited his room and made his way back through the kitchen and into the living room.
Spotting Dodger on the couch, he took a seat on a cushion beside the man, effectively losing his balance and toppling into Jack's personal space. With one hand placed for leverage on the teacher's chest, he looked up to find his face inches from the man's own. Cheeks reddening instantly, Oliver stuttered out an apology and attempted to move backward, trying his best to ignore the awkward situation.
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Post by dodger on Dec 14, 2010 21:48:00 GMT -5
As Jack started flipping through the channels, the man not noticing the boy until Oliver was on top of him accidentally. With the way that Jack had flopped himself onto the couch and how Oliver had fallen, the boy had effectively placed himself between Dodger's legs. The man felt his face heat up and he watched Oliver closely.. He wasn't upset, but he didn't want to push it with Oliver either. The man felt his arms fall from where they were, ending up around the boy's waist as Jack sat up.
He felt his heart accelerate, something was going on. The Artful Dodger was actually starting to feel something, and it was odd for him. The man didn't object to Oliver's position on him, and he didn't have any problem with the way they were sitting, which was odd because usually he'd just push the kid off with a 'no problem.' The kid always knew how to make him feel better, it didn't matter what was wrong but somehow he just knew. That was very different from anyone he had ever dated. And since the boys at school have been talking smack about the blonde boy, Jack had been ready to pull a hulk and throw them through a window. What was this feeling?
The man sighed, smiling slightly at the boy in his lap and tilting his head at Oliver. "Don't worry about it kid, it's alright." he answered, his voice rather quiet. The man noticed how close their faces were and he turned slightly pink, feeling himself start to stutter when he made eye contact with the boy and he bit his lip. He leaned into Oliver for what seemed like an eternity, his instincts wanting him to kiss the boy more than anything else in the world. The contact between their lips was almost nonexistent, but he felt his brush against Olivers for a brief second and soon he pulled back a bit. He wasn't sure if the boy even felt anything for him, why would he do that?! Snap out of it Jack!
Well, that pep talk sucked. The man felt himself lean back in to the boy and capture Oliver's mouth with his. It wasn't too intense, but it wasn't a peck either. The man soon broke the kiss after a minute or two and he turned a deeper red, turning to the television and starting to change the channels again. He didn't want to see Oliver's face when he rejected him. Why would he do something so stupid?! "Sorry Oliver... I just, ugh... Sorry..." he whispered, wanting to do it again really REALLY badly, but knowing Oliver may not allow him to get that close again. He didn't move the boy from where he had landed, nor sis he want Oliver to move, but he hoped that Oliver wouldn't leave him because of this.
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Post by olipop on Dec 15, 2010 13:14:53 GMT -5
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Oliver stiffened instinctively when he felt a warm pressure on his waist and blinked, his breath catching in his throat. His azure eyes flickered between gazing at Dodger's face at this close proximity, and quickly looking away. This was ridiculous, he just needed to move away, maybe throw in another few apologies in there, and be done with it. Jack and he would spend a day goofing off, watching t.v., and just being lazy bums. It wasn't any different than most other times any other day, right?
"Don't worry about it kid, it's alright."
Yeah, see? Now in just a second after he was done enjoying the closeness of Dodger, Oli would move back and settle next to him, making sure there was several inches of empty space between them. No need to make anything more awkward than it needed --
The boy's eyes grew wide, staring unblinkingly at the man's own face that was suddenly a lot closer than before and..what was that pressure on his mouth? Oh, it was Dodger's mouth..what.
No sooner than it began however, was the kiss (should he call it that? Maybe Dodge just slipped..forward) ended. There was a pause where the blonde teen contemplated apologizing for that, because maybe it was his fault in some..weird obscure way? Disregarding the irrationality of that thought, he opened his mouth to actually say he was sorry, before he was interrupted again.
Okay, he was pretty sure that was deliberate, because Dodger's mouth was a little firmer than before, and honestly, how many times can a guy accidentally kiss another guy? Any further thoughts were drowned out however, as Oliver sunk further into Jack's arms, eyes slipped shut, and reciprocated to the best of his abilities which wasn't very well.
Blinking again in confusion, the boy found his caretaker turned back to the t.v. and..was he blushing?
"Sorry Oliver... I just, ugh... Sorry..."
Wait, wait, wait..Dodger apologizing? And blushing? Was the world ending? What was going on?
Swallowing the lump in his throat, Oliver clenched his fist on Jack's chest, his other hand raising tentatively to softly rest on the man's cheek. Letting out a shaky (and way too nervous breath), Oli nodded his head.
"Was that..I mean," he began, wishing he had rehearsed this in his head beforehand, "Did you..mean to do that?" Stupid, stupid, stupid. "I mean, of course you did, it was like..well, wait.." Get it together, Oliver! "I'm sorry, it was a mistake, right? You weren't thinking straight and you're probably tired anyway, I woke you up by breaking something again, so.." Inwardly, Oliver wilted. He just didn't have the guts to even outwardly admit that yeah, it felt real. But he'd never been in this sort of situation before, and he certainly didn't know how to handle this sort of...problem. Letting out a sigh, the blonde slowly retracted himself from Dodger's arms and slid to the other side of the couch, bringing his knees to his chest and hugging them close.
"I'm sorry," he sighed, his mind racing in a confused heap.
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notes • fhskhfsks ohmaigawd. -cracks up- Oliver's brain broke.
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Post by dodger on Dec 15, 2010 14:11:44 GMT -5
Jack attempted to keep his focus on the television, feeling his face heat up even more as he watched Oliver in his peripheral vision reacting to the kiss. Soon, he felt a hand on his cheek and he stiffened lightly at the unexpected contact.
"Was that..I mean,"
Jack's blue eyes snapped to attention, focusing on Oliver without moving his head, eyeing the boy closely as he listened to his words, still noting the hand on his cheek.
"Did you..mean to do that? I mean, of course you did, it was like..well, wait.. I'm sorry, it was a mistake, right? You weren't thinking straight and you're probably tired anyway, I woke you up by breaking something again, so.."
The man watched the boy retract from his grasp and he raised an eyebrow, sitting up and watching Oliver go to the other end of the couch to avoid him. What did he do now? The man blinked as Oliver pulled his knees to his chest and hugged them. Shit, he did something. But what did he do?! Maybe it was because he didn't look at him after he kissed him. But how does he fix something like that?! What was he supposed to do?! Oh this was a lot more frustrating than being with anyone else, but the truth was he didn't want to be with anyone else at this point.
"I'm sorry,"
In an instant, Jack was back in Oliver's personal space, giving him a stern look as he kept himself within a couple inches of the boy. "Don't you apologize, I shouldn't have done it... Even though i really wanted to, and yes I meant to do it, I shouldn't have because I have no idea how you feel about this. What the hell am I saying? Shit, I'm a horrible person. You should just slap me and call me names. Just don't apologize!" he answered, getting flustered. Shit, now he felt worse, and now all his talking was making everything worse. He sighed, leaning his forehead on Oliver's knees and keeping the boy close.
"Feel free to shut me up at any time," he commented, looking back up at the blonde with a forced smile. Now he was tempted to do it again, but with the way Oliver reacted to the first kiss he wasn't going to do it without a cue to go on from the other boy.
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Post by olipop on Dec 15, 2010 14:46:40 GMT -5
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The boy bit his lower lip, fighting the urge to say something again. He talked too much already, if he did much else it would just end up worse, wouldn't it? It was a mistake, and he could live with that, even if it hurt. At least this way it didn't end with him spilling his heart out and being rejected. He could convince himself Dodger wasn't thinking straight and that way neither of them would have to feel embarrassed, and their platonic brotherly relationship could continue. Maybe it'd be a little awkward to begin with, but he could work with it and before either of them knew it, it'd be just like before.
Oliver kept his gaze firmly on his knees, his bare toes fussing with each other nervously. He saw Jack moving forward, but kept a respectable distance, no doubt to explain his behaviour. Maybe he had a hangover or something? A bad date Oliver didn't know about? Another stab of jealousy coursed through his chest, but he stubbornly shoved it down. If he was going to start repressing these feelings, it was best to start now. He could let out his frustration later, but right now, in front of Dodger, he couldn't show him how much he was hurting. What was it he was always telling him? Be strong, don't let the world get you down. He had to do that.
"Don't you apologize, I shouldn't have done it... Even though I really wanted to, and yes I meant to do it, I shouldn't have because I have no idea how you feel about this."
The blonde whipped his head up quickly, staring in shock at the man. The first though that went through his brain was he must just be saying this, because it was probably obvious Oliver was hurt and just didn't want to be responsible for a melodramatic teenager in his house. But..Dodger wasn't that kind of guy, was he? When he said something, he meant it. He didn't lie, and he definitely didn't sugarcoat things just to make someone else feel better. He was blunt, and maybe a little abrasive, but that was what Oliver really lov--liked about him.
"What the hell am I saying? Shit, I'm a horrible person. You should just slap me and call me names. Just don't apologize!"
Oli felt his eyebrows disappear behind his bangs, mouth opening up in a gape. Dodge didn't do this sort of stuff. Where was the confident swagger, the wink and..and cheeky grin?
"Feel free to shut me up at any time."
[/i] "..Slap you?"he repeated quietly after a few moment's pause, "I'd never slap you, Jack. I..."Oliver let out an exhale and, without thinking this through because his conscience would definitely shout at him, placed both hands gently on Jack's cheeks. Quickly he closed the gap between them and, eyes shut tightly, pressed his lips to the man's own. His heart was beating a million times a minute, and honestly, Oli wasn't sure what he was doing. He'd never been kissed before, not romantically. He was a recluse in the orphanage, not having many friends and definitely no relationships. But with Dodger it felt somewhat natural, if not a little awkward and fumbling. Slowly leaning back, the blonde opened his eyes after a moment, but kept his forehead touching the other's. "Was that...I mean, was that okay?" Asking permission and approval to the last, it was a little embarrassing. status • complete word count • 5 7 0 lyrics • the show by lenka clothing • pajamas <3notes • -squeeeeee- ohmaigoodnessgracious. i had to give him a push, but oliver got brave. <333 credit • AMANDA IN WONDERLAND !? @ caution[/size][/font][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by dodger on Dec 15, 2010 15:14:03 GMT -5
"..Slap you? I'd never slap you, Jack. I..."
Jack blinked, watching Oliver closely as he felt both his hands on his cheeks. The man's eyes widened in surprise as less than a minute later it was Oliver who had done the kissing. Jack smiled, his eyes closing and his hand instinctively moving to run his fingers through the boy's blonde curls as he leaned into it, guiding Oliver as est as he could since he figured he was inexperienced with kissing people
He had kissed many a person before, even someone of the same sex, but nothing was like this one. Oliver just seemed to fit in his arms, like a puzzle piece. The man pulled Oliver out of his fetal-like position and wrapped his free arm around Oliver's waist to pull him in closer. Even though he sensed it was Oliver's first time kissing someone, he wasn't all that bad. The man gasped for air when Oliver pulled back, whining lightly and pouting when the boy decided to break their kiss.
"Was that...I mean, was that okay?"
"Wow," Jack murmured. He was left speechless. That was one of the best kisses he had participated in, and that was saying something. The man couldn't form words, it was that surprising to him. In response, he just moved Oliver's arms from around his facial region and placed them on his shoulders, leaning in and kissing the boy again. He figured that was as good of an answer as his fogged up mind could process at the moment, and if that was the only way he could communicate for awhile he would be perfectly fine with that since he got to kiss Oliver more. Thankfully, even though the boy was almost intoxicating to him, he could control himself with Oliver--taking everything very slowly and making sure he wasn't overwhelming the boy with his kiss.
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Post by olipop on Dec 17, 2010 18:36:58 GMT -5
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At the older man's stunned reply, Oliver let out a noise somewhere between a laugh and a giggle. It wasn't often the Artful Dodger was caught off guard like that, especially because of something he did. Smiling happily, the blonde let his hands be guided to Jack's shoulders and, closing his eyes slowly, felt them clench subconsciously. He could feel his heart beating, could hear it louder than a drum, but ignored it, trying instead to concentrate on moving his mouth correctly. He'd seen people kissing and maybe looked it up online more than once because he had no clue how it worked, but it was a lot different actually doing it.
Wracking his brain, the boy tried to remember the steps he'd read, but it didn't tell him anywhere how much his body would tremble (out of being nervous or what, he didn't know), or the way it felt being this close to the guy he'd dreamed about for a year.
Trying to relax, Oli dragged his hands upwards, fingers entwining in Dodger's blonde locks and running absentmindedly through them. It felt amazing to finally do this, after so long of being sure the other male was a strict playboy, only chasing after short-skirts and big chests. It was almost surreal that quiet, puny little Oliver, the kid Jack had picked up off the street, was who the man wanted. And, to be sure, the boy wasn't too keen on letting uncertainty and feelings of self-belittlement get in the way. He'd asked Dodge if he'd been sure, if he meant it, and the guy didn't lie about this sort of thing.
Finding himself getting short of breath (which was never a good thing when he was nervous already), Oliver slowly withdrew his lips from Jack's, a slight red hue painting his cheeks. His bright blue eyes slid open slowly, gazing at Jack softly. He let out a breath of air in a nervous laugh, blinking quickly.
"Wow," he mimicked, smiling shyly, "I..was that real?
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Post by dodger on Dec 17, 2010 19:23:14 GMT -5
Dodger shivered in the kiss when he felt Oliver's fingers in his hair, deepening the kiss instinctively as his reaction. Well this was odd. Usually someone didn't have this effect on him. The man sighed inwardly as he kept Oliver in his arms and continued the kiss, it was frustrating and exhilarating all at the same time that someone could effect him so, but he didn't enjoy the idea of someone having power over him-even if it was Oliver. He loved the boy to bits, but if he was going to manipulate this power he had over Dodger-if he even realized he had this kind of power-he wouldn't be too happy with the smaller boy.
Soon enough, Oliver had found himself out of breath and pulled away from Jack, who whined again but smirked lightly. He chuckled at the red color in Oliver's cheeks and smiled down at the boy (who somehow ended up beneath him on the couch), nuzzling his neck affectionately.
"Wow, I..was that real?"
He chuckled, kissing the boy's neck lightly. "My thoughts exactly," he answered, nuzzling Oliver again and trailing his lips along the boy's collarbone, attempting to avoid kissing his lips again until the smaller boy had caught his breath.
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