Chapter 5 : Blisses and Kisses

Since my last encounter with Oliver, I haven't seen him for a while. That makes sense; I've been avoiding him like he was contagious. I honestly have no idea what I said to him last time, and I'm kind of freaking out. Normally, Frankie would have been my go-to person, but she's a POOLINGUAL. In case you're wondering, it's a person who speaks fluent shit.

So, as a clueless high school boy in need of advice and unable to consult my best friend, I decided to do what any rational person would do: play a game of rock-paper-scissors—anonymously. If I win, I won't talk to him, but if I lose, I must "help" him.

Sitting on Oliver's bed, I couldn't help but notice that his taste in decor is really nice. In case you don't know, I'm here to help him. That should also tell you the fate of the game. After failing terribly at school, I came to Oliver's house. His brother let me in and said I could wait for him in his room.

After waiting for a whole five minutes, I concluded that I should just go home because this was an absolutely terrible idea. I picked up my bag and walked toward the door. As soon as I stepped out, I bumped into something. It was hard and soft at the same time. I took a step back to see what I had walked into. We all know who it is—Oliver, but a shirtless one this time.

"H...hey," I managed to say.

He quickly pushed me into the room and closed the door behind us. "What are you doing here?"

"Don't you remember last time? I said I was going to help you with whatever shit you have going on."

He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "I don't need hel—"

I didn't hear the rest of what he said as my eyes drifted down to the hard-soft surface I bumped into earlier. His six-pack was impressive. It's something I know I can never have. My chest and abdomen are unimpressively flat, but his is just...

I liked the fact that his nipples are dark. They contrast with his skin, making them very visible.

"Niko!"

"Sir... I mean, yeah... wassup?"

"Have you been paying any attention? You look like you were floating on cloud nine."

My cheeks heated up at his comment, and I quickly turned around so he wouldn't see my face. "If you wanna touch, you just have to ask."

He said this in a very smug voice. At this point, I had turned pink, and there was definitely no way to hide it.

"Why would I want to do that? Plus, we both know you won't just let me because I asked."

"Ask first," he said and winked at me as he walked to the other side of the room. He stopped in front of the bathroom. "I need to take a shower now, and you may sit down and wait for me. You are also allowed to walk out the door."

"That's okay—"

"Scratch that, sit down and wait for me."

Was that a command?! How dare he? Even though I complained about it, I obediently sat down on the bed while he went in to take a shower.

Oliver finally finished with his shower and came out wearing only grey shorts, the exact same type as the black ones he had on before. "You're not gonna wear a shirt?"

"No."

"Okay—"

My sentence was cut short as my back landed on the bed with force. The bed was soft enough for it to not hurt. Opening my eyes to get my bearings, I noticed that a shirtless Oliver was right above me, and my hands were pinned to both sides of my head.

"What are you doing?"

"Isn't this what you wanted—to help me with my issues?"

"Yeah. I meant by talking about them. The kind of thing where you tell me what's wrong with you, and I provide possible solutions to fix it or manage it."

He leaned in until I could feel his breath on my ear. "The only problem of mine that you can fix, Niko, is my unhealthy obsession with your adorable lips."

I froze. I literally couldn't move again because I was absolutely stunned. What the fuck did he just say? Was he joking around? I know I'm not daydreaming.

"W...wh..what are you talking about?"

He gave me a very unimpressed look. "Are you playing dumb, or do you just choose to live in denial?"

That statement confirmed that he wasn't joking. Why would he want to kiss me? I thought he didn't like me. How long has he felt like this? Is he gay or bi? How does he see me? Am I just overthinking this whole thing?

While I was having a chaotic train of thoughts in my head, Oliver just stayed there, staring and waiting for me to say something.

"W...well—th...that's um..."

While trying to find my words, Oliver leaned in and kissed me.

My goodness, I'm kissing Oliver! Actually, Oliver is kissing me, but it's all the same—our lips are touching. As if he could read my mind and see the panic, he let go of one of my hands and placed it on my side, underneath my shirt. He drew circles with his thumb on my skin, and it instantly calmed me down. Now I could actually feel his lips on mine. When I was completely calm, I opened my mouth and let his tongue slip in. It's warm and tastes sweet. I lifted my free hand and brushed it into his hair, slightly gripping his scalp. With the hand I had in his hair, I pressed him closer, like I couldn't get enough of him.

The sound of the door opening separated us instantly. "Guys, I was wondering if you'd like—"

It was Michael!

"Um... I seem to be interrupting something, so I'm gonna come back later."

"No! No, you're not interrupting anything. I was just about to go."

I managed to get away from Oliver, picked up my bag, and walked out the door without saying anything.

It took less than two minutes to get home, but I made sure to start panicking then. I walked into my room and slammed the door shut. As I walked to my bed, I looked at myself in the mirror like I always do, but this time I wished I hadn't. My lips were swollen and very, very pink. They might as well have a label saying FRESHLY KISSED on them. I covered them with my hand as if that was going to make it go away and fell headfirst into my bed.

What on earth just happened?