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Feb 13, 2017 10:35AM
Oliver was super concentrated on the game when Jake came into the room. "Mm.. yeah we should be fine." Honestly they probably werent going to move much from where they were sitting on the couch. Oliver didnt have much to do so he was content with playing video games all night.
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Jake nodded, " No funny business on this couch," Jake said as he walked off to get ready for work. Bastille paused the game, he turned to look at his brother, " First of all, ew," Bastille said, " Second of all, ew," Bastille repeated before turning back around, putting his head back on Oliver's shoulder, he pressed play.
Oliver couldnt help but laugh at what Bastille said. "Yeah Jake. Im gross. There will be nothing going on here." Honestly the thought of sleeping with or just kissing Bastille made him freak a little. Ita not that Bastille wasnt attractive. One reason being, Bastille was under age so that could get Oliver into a lot of trouble and Bastille was Jakes brother. Jake would probably kill him if he just looked at Bastille the wrong way.
Bastille shook his head slightly, " I didn't mean that you were gross, I just meant that it would be disgusting to have sex on the couch, if anything we'd go up to my bedroom," Bastille said.
Olivers face went red, like a tomato. The fact that the younger male had even slightly thought about them having sex, surprised him. He had no idea the younger male was even capable of thinkinh like that. He quickly got ahold of himself though. "Hey the couch can be a pretty comfortable spot to have sex." He shrugged and went back to the game.
Bastille snorted, " Not this couch," Bastille answered, he used a hand to touch the couch beneath them, he grimaced at the texture and the feeling of the hard cushion beneath them. " Okay! Okay! I get it! you guy's aren't going to have sex on the couch!" Jake said as he covered his ears.
Oliver reached his hand down and rubbed the couch. "If you were desperate enough it wouldnt be bad. But I guess its not the most comfortable feeling couch in the world." Oliver laighed again at Jakes words. "Okay, no sex on the couch. Now leave. You are interupting our very important game."
Jake snorted, " Important?" Jake muttered, " Bastille didn't even want to play video games," Jake muttered inaudibly, causing Bastille to peek over Oliver's shoulder with an eyebrow raised. Jake waved Bastille's gaze off and walked away to get ready.
Oliver raised an eyebrow at Jakes comment before looking at Bastille. "Did you actually want to play or are you only playing because i wants to?" He asked him seriously. He dodnt want him playing if he didnt want to play.
Bastille shook his head, " No I'm not playing because you wanted to play," Bastille said, " I'm playing because I want to," Bastille promised.
"Okay, good." Oliver gave him a smile and then turned back to the game. "How often do you play this? You are great at it. Or I just really suck so its making you look really good." Oliver stared at the screen as he attempted a few of the moves.
Bastille grinned as he kept pressing the buttons in a simple order, he laughed at Oliver's question, " I play it whenever i come home from errands, my job and when I come home from school," Bastille said, he shifted closer to Oliver.
"Ugh, I wish I had that much time to play games." Oliver pushed a few buttons then groaned. "Once again, you beat me." Oliver looked over at him with a smile. His eyes stayed on him for a moment. He didn't realise it before but he thought Bastilles eyes were amazing. They were so bright.
Bastille smiled, he set the controller down after the game completely ended, he looked over at Oliver, " Okay...so either you're checking me out or I'm really ugly and have something on my face," Bastille said noticing the older boy looking at him.
Olivers face turned red at what he said and he quickly looked away. He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly. "I wasn't checking you out. Well..." He paused for a moment. "Your eyes....Bright..." Oliver was having a tough time getting his words out. This usually happened when he got nervous or was uncomfortable.
Bastille laughed, " I was kidding Oliver, chill," Bastille said as he grabbed his grilled cheese from his plate and began eating, " Also what do you mean my eyes are bright?" Bastille asked as he paused in between bites, he never thought his eyes looked bright.
Oliver turned red even more, embarrassed now. He let his head fall back before turning it towards Bastille. "I don't know. They just are. They just like sparkle and what not." He mentally face palmed himself. "Sorry, I'm not good at explaining things some time" He ran his hand through his hair.
Bastille smiled, " I get what you're saying," Bastille said, he took another bite before chewing and swallowing, " I've never seen my eyes that way though, I don't get how they shine or sparkle or whatever, but everyone seems to see them that way," Bastille said with a shrug.
Oliver shrugged. "Yeah I know what you mean. Most people have a hard time seeing their own beauty." He glanced at Bastille and then looked up at the ceiling. "That's why most people like to get compliments so much." At least that's what he thought.
Bastille snorted, he leaned back against the couch when he finished his grilled cheese and he moved to rest his head platonically on Oliver's chest, " I hate receiving compliments, it makes me feel guilty because everyone else feels left out, that's kinda why I started a club at my school that goes around the city on various occasions to pass out compliments," Bastille said closing his eyes.
Oliver gave him a confused look. "Well now I know. No more compliments for you." He was only teasing him though. He looked down at him surprised when he placed his head on his chest. He shifted a tiny bit before placing his arm around Bastille. "That's cool though. Everyone deserves to be complimented."
Bastille smiled, " It makes people happy and therefore it makes me happy, but we also accept people from other schools too and people from the city, currently we hold over a hundred twenty people right now, you should join," Bastille said as he reached into his back pocket for his phone after it buzzed for the four hundreth time.
Oliver chewed on his lip after he had suggested that. "I would love to, its just." How was he suppose to say this without seeming weird. "I'm not much of a people person. I cant stand huge crowds of people. But I still think that what you guys are doing is amazing. He looked over when he pulled his phone out.
Bastille shrugged and nodded, but he smiled in understanding. Bastille put his phone onto the table, " It was just my ex trying to "apologize" for everything he did, meaning he's trying to get me back," Bastille said with a shake of his head.
Oliver almost growled at what he had said. "You should tell that bastard that if he comes anywhere near you. I will kick him so hard he wont ever be able to have children or sex for that matter. I will literally break him." He slightly tightened his arm around him, a little protectively.
Bastille raised an eyebrow, " Wow, when Jake told me that you get really protective over the ones you care about, he didn't tell me that you looked really hot while doing so," Bastille said as he felt Oliver's arm tighten around him, causing him to squeak a little.
Oliver at first didnt even process his words. He mumbled an apology to him when he squeaked though. After a few seconds, it hit him. This boy just called him hot like it was no big deal. Oliver turned his head to him and raised an eyebrow. "You think Im hot?" He asked with a smirk. Was this boosting his ego? Maybe a little bit. Most definitely.
Bastille didn't blush or deny it, " You bet your ass I did," Bastille said with a smirk, he didn't know where this sudden change of emotion came from nor did he know he had this type of confidence. " You're so hot and much more," Bastille said with a small grin.
"Much more?" oliver asked curiously. "What exactly do you mean by much more?" He turned his body so he was facing him now. Oliver then remembered that Jake was still in the house. "You do know your beother is still here right?" He asked him.
" And? I could care less," Bastille said with a shrug, " what I mean by so much more," Bastille said softly, he smiled lightly, " Is that you are also: Sweet, Sexy, Protective, Gorgeous, Handsome, and really really cute," Bastille said in a small whisper.
"Your brother is going to kill me." Oliver said with a quiet laugh. "Who knew you had this in you." He shifted a little bit closer to him, looking down at him. His face was only a few inches away from Bastilles. "You are quite the flirt." A small smirk appeared on his face.
Bastille smirked, " I've learned from the best, and I'll make sure he doesn't kill you," Bastille murmured. (( sorry it's short ))
"From the best?" Oliver reached a hand up nd placed it on Bastilles cheek. He had no idea what he was doing right now but he was just going with it anyways. Before this got any farther he had to ask him. Even if Jake said to wait. He was going to ask. "Bastille. I have a question for you."
" My brother," Bastille answered before smiling a little, " Ask away," Bastille murmured as he leaned Oliver's hand. Bastille was a little worried at the question, but he was ready to answer it anyways, no matter what the question was.
"Okay. You know how you crashed your brothers car?" He lightly chewed on his lip. "Why wouldnt you let Jake call me? He said you didnt want him to call me? Did I do something wrong?" He asked seriously. He stopped himself before he rambled on anymore.
Bastille was a little surprised by the question and was silent for a few seconds before he cleared his throat and looked down at his hands, " You did nothing wrong, I promise you that," Bastille began, " It's just by then I was still confused about some things and you fussing over me was not going to sit so well with me so I told Jake not to call you because I didn't want to be bothered or fussed over," Bastille said with a small sigh.
Oliver sighed quietly. "Uour brother said that it was like a year ago. After everything was figured out you still could have called me. I feel terrible for not even knowing it happened." Oliver pulled back slightly and looked at the tv before looking back at Bastille.
Bastille felt terrible for not telling Oliver, but Bastille had still been questioning his feelings for Oliver back then and didn't want anything to comprise his thoughts back then, " Oliver I'm sorry, I really am, but the reason why I hadn't called you then was because I was still figuring out my feelings for you and didn't want anything to jeopardize things," Bastille confessed.
"You have feelings for me?" Oliver was actually surprised. "Does your brother know?" He remembered that Jake said he didn't know why Bastille didn't want him to call but that didn't mean he didn't know about Bastille liking Oliver. Oliver on the other hand had no idea if he liked the younger male or not. Yeah he thought he was cute. Has he thought about kissing him? Yes, more then once. He also won't lie, he has thought about other things, cuddling and other more intimate things.
Bastille snorted, " You don't believe I have feelings for you?" Bastille asked, eyes twinkling as he looked at the older male. Bastille knew that Jake knew, nothing got by the male, he always knew what was going with people he knew.
"Well yeah. Its been a really long time since someone has liked me." He ran a hand through his hair with a shrug. He looked back into his eyes, a small smile on his face. Once again he was staring at his eyes. He loved the color of them and liked how they shined.
Bastille stood up and he moved to sit in Oliver's lap, " Well I do have feelings for you, deal with it," Bastille said with a smile as he looked at the male for an reaction.
Oliver sat there, shocked. What was he suppose to do? "Bastille... as much as I would love to deal with it, your beother is still here and i am not completely comfortable doing this while your brother is around." Usually Oliver was super chill and would act like his 'bad boy' self.
Bastille saw Jake coming downstairs, the older male looked at Bastille and Oliver and raised an eyebrow, " Have fun guys," Jake said waving his hand, he grabbed his keys from the living room table and then headed for the front door. Bastille waited until Jake was out of the house completely, when he heard the car door shut and the car start he turned back to Oliver, " He's gone now," Bastille said with a smirk.
Olivers eyes widen when Jake came downstairs, expecting to get lectured about this. But there was nothing. Only a 'have fun'. What was going on here. He watched Bastille and listened for whem the car pulled out of the driveway. Oliver took a moment to get ahold of himself before talking. "When did you get so confident?.... Its hot." Oliver reached his hands up and pulled his face down to kiss him.
Bastille smirked, " Okay the compliments I can get used to," Bastille said as he complied and leaned forward to kiss Oliver, but he paused before his lips touched Oliver's, " Honestly I think I got confident when I realized you would have left earlier if I hadn't stopped you and said something," Bastille murmured before then moving forward.
"Well im glad you stopped me." He spoke before their lips touched. He moved his hands down to his hips and wrapped his arms around him. He started the kiss off gently before slowly putting more into it. To think he was never even going to come over early and just go home to sleep.
Bastille closed his eyes and kissed Oliver back gently, getting into it just as the older male was, he moved his arms to wrap around Oliver's neck.
Oliver couldnt help but smile into the kiss. He then lightly ran his tongue along his bottom lip, asking for enterance into his mouth. He lightly nibbled on his bottom lip too, lightly tugging on it. He ran his hands dowm a little farther to his waist.
Bastille happily and gladly parted his lips for the older male, granting him access to his mouth. Bastille closed his eyes and tangled his hands into Oliver's hair, he smiled a little as well and lightly tugged on the males hair.
