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| jason's apartment

Jason sighs and sits on the couch, glancing over at the door. It was 12:30. Was the kid coming? Could he of gotten caught? Or.. Perhaps he was busy? He never asked if Oliver was coming over tonight, he had just assumed he was, since he has been lately.
Oliver had been frequently visiting Jason for a while now. He wasn't sure what kept him coming, but nearly four nights a week he'd share a few hours with the man. Occasionally he'd feel Jason's hand on his back, or ruffling his hair, but they never really got far. Not that Oliver wouldn't be open to it, they just hadn't come across that particular situation.
He knocked quietly, so as to maintain some level of discretion, glancing down both ends of the halls just to make sure he wasn't being watched.
He knocked quietly, so as to maintain some level of discretion, glancing down both ends of the halls just to make sure he wasn't being watched.

Oliver slowly shook his head, glancing back at the door before starting forward and settling on the couch in his usual spot, "The campus is easy to navigate if you walk with your eyes open" he replied simply.

..Jason wasn't so sure. Either way, it shouldn't be of question now. "Are you doing well in your other classes?" He asks, walking over to the stove to check on the food.
Oliver leaned against the wall and watched him, quirking a brow and tilting his head, "... We can skip the formalities Jason" he paced forward and began looking over the living room, quietly observing the apartment again, he did that a lot. "We both know that I'm doing exceptionally well - but that doesn't matter. You can speak to me as you typically would a peer. Considering we've been meeting for a while, late into the night, I think we're a little past the teacher and student relationship, wouldn't you say?" he replied.

He was amused by that, tilting his head and nodding, "Yes, it has. Are you going to complain about me not wearing a formidable jacket while I'm sneaking off in the middle of the night to meet you? If so, I'm beginning to question your priorities" he retorted playfully.

Oliver glanced at the food then turned back to him, "perhaps you should wait until after dinner to mentally undress me" he chided casually, rolling his eyes. He seemed far more relaxed around Jason, at least compared to the way he was around other students and staff.

He took the plate and stared down at the food, tilting his head. He didn't usually eat. He didn't need to. It was a luxury at best. A burden at worst. He sat down at the table and glanced up at Jason expectantly, "... Thank you, for dinner" he said, figuring that he should eat anyways, considering Jason had gone out of his way to make a meal in the first place.

Oliver nodded, picking at his food idly, "He has at one point or another. There aren't many within the Void House though to ask that question, it has a rather small population" he explained.

"The truth" he admitted, nodding faintly, "He doesn't deserve a lie. Our house is a tight knit community. Lying to him would be betrayal of his trust. He didn't seem to mind though, he didn't seem to care. He's precocious, he has other things to worry about" he explained.

Oliver blinked at that, thinking about the idea, mulling it over in his head. Friends. He hadn't thought of Angus that way before. A roommate yes. A roommate he trusted? To some extent yes. A friend? He supposed by that logic... yes. "I suppose he is a friend" he'd hardly finished half of his meal, leaning against his hand in thought. "Do you have many friends here Jason?" he asked.

Oliver narrowed his eyes, "... You and I... Hang out, often." he pointed out, changing the subject once more.

He smirked faintly at the glare, "Other friends. So are we friends Jason?" he asked, leaning forward towards him and raising his brows expectantly.

Oliver sat back in his chair and raised his brow in a challenging manner, "Oh how ominous of you" he commented, still looking quite smug. He hated to admit it, but he was incredibly arrogant.

"No. Friends don't typically share kisses or mentally undress each other" he pointed out calmly, expression never changing.

Oliver thought for a moment, a small smirk meeting his lips as he clasped his hands together, "A student willingly meets with a teacher three to four times a week past midnight in the secrecy of his private residence - what would you expect of that relationship?" he asked.

He raised his brows, "Oh? Is that so?" he leaned forward, "What an enigmatic little thing you are, Jason Carver" he spoke teasingly, perhaps a bit of a condescending tone in his voice. "Perhaps I do, perhaps I don't." he teased further.

"Perhaps you'll have to seek the answer out yourself - I have faith that you'll find it, you've always been a resourceful one, haven't you?" he cooed, taking a far different tone with him. The rasp remained, but all traces of youth had dissolved into a low purr.

Oliver seemed slightly surprised by his actions but quickly leaned in to kiss back, "Hardly treasure hunts" he whispered against his lips, "I nudge you in the correct... direction"

"simple" he spoke as if it were obvious, "It's always the direction I want you to go in" he added, rolling his eyes and leaning into his touch.

"Not particularly" he admitted, "You're just more interesting to toy with" he added. Having power over people wasn't something he sought after. He didn't care over who had power over who, he cared about little to nothing if he were being honest. There were a few things he was more interested in of course. Jason being one of them.

"Perhaps" he repeated, standing up and taking his plate towards the kitchen, "Again, dear Jason, you may have to actively seek out your answers" he flirted, setting it in the sink.

Oliver blinked and gripped the edge of the counter, eyes widening faintly. He stood there silently for a moment, pondering over the thought, "...
Perhaps
" he whispered.
<< we should prolly take that to pm >>
<< we should prolly take that to pm >>

Jason was an angel. He was far older than he looked. He could have all the energy in the world. And yet, he still got tired out, just like mortals did.
Oliver nearly laughed at that - though it would have been a stifled, awkward giggling, so he decided to instead just grin faintly. He was far older than Jason could ever fathom. He was ageless, and yet existed before existence. In his long lifetime, Oliver had met very few who'd managed to capture his attention the same way Jason had. Such an amusing thing, as abundant as the dirt beneath their feet and yet absolutely priceless. Love. He looked away, "Sleep then." he whispered.

Oliver gazed up at him, fascination in his features, "Likely" he spoke in a somewhat teasing tone. He set his hand on Jason's chest, tracing circles against his skin, "Sleep" he urged once more.

Oliver kept his lips at the base of Jason's neck, gently kissing it as he watched Jason fall asleep. He knew he wouldn't sleep. Like eating, sleep was just another luxury.

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