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oliver hampton ([personal profile] hackd) wrote2014-12-02 11:07 am
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[personal profile] climax 2014-12-03 11:53 am (UTC)(link)
Why not tell me what you'd like to be doing? With me. Right now.
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[personal profile] climax 2014-12-03 01:07 pm (UTC)(link)
Yeah. Why not?
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[personal profile] climax 2014-12-03 02:29 pm (UTC)(link)
I can multitask.
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[personal profile] climax 2014-12-03 02:30 pm (UTC)(link)
I've been here for six hours, I deserve a break.
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[personal profile] climax 2014-12-03 03:20 pm (UTC)(link)
[ omg.......... ]

Scandalous. You're making me blush, Oliver.
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[personal profile] climax 2014-12-03 03:33 pm (UTC)(link)
I did. Where would we be? How would you be touching me? Kissing me? Do I have to walk you through this?
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[personal profile] climax 2014-12-03 04:29 pm (UTC)(link)
You're terrible at this, you know?
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[personal profile] climax 2014-12-03 04:42 pm (UTC)(link)
The last place I'd want to be is here, so we'd be at your place. It's been a long week and we haven't seen each other in a while.

[ Nevermind that he knows how many days—exactly—it's been since he's last seen Oliver. He shouldn't know that or care about it, but he does. ]

So, when I saw you, I'd fist my hand in that ugly threadbare white shirt you sleep in and pull you against me. And I'd kiss you, hard, on your mouth until I couldn't taste this shitty coffee Laurel made anymore and all I could taste was you. I'd keep going until you couldn't breathe and you had to push me away.
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[personal profile] climax 2014-12-03 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It's true, he is out of his league. But so is Connor. In fact, he's in so much trouble and in over his head. But, he also can't find it in himself to stop.

Because he likes Oliver.

Actually. ]


Better. Sort of.

[ Not much, but... it's a slight improvement. So, he'll still take control. ]

I'd take yours off, too. And I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off you. Your skin is always so warm. Soft. I'd bury my face in the crook of your neck and start sucking at your skin, biting it, all while walking you backwards toward the bedroom.
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[personal profile] climax 2014-12-03 08:22 pm (UTC)(link)
[ Connor has no idea why Oliver likes him. (Except for the confident part of himself that knows it's because of his looks and his attitude.)

Also the sex. He's very good at that.

Oliver is, too. And sometimes, maybe, Connor wonders if it's because he does like him. But, again, that's self-reflection he's really not interested in.

He can't help but smirk a little bit to himself—or, at the phone, rather—at that admission. And he may or may not be making a mental note to really go hard at Oliver's neck next time. ]


I don't know, Oliver, what would we be doing by the time we got to the bedroom?
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[personal profile] climax 2014-12-04 03:39 am (UTC)(link)
[ As a matter of fact, Connor does own more than just black boxer-briefs. there's a variety of colors that usually don't get to see the light of day except for when he's alone in his apartment getting dressed or undressed. Sometimes someone might get lucky enough to see a patterned or brightly colored pair.

And if Oliver plays his cards right, he might be one of them. ]


I like when you bite.

[ Understatement. ]

And, I hope that means your hand will be around my cock. Tell me more.
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[personal profile] climax 2014-12-04 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)
[ So.

Okay.

It's really not his finest hour. Or his finest anything. In fact, it's openly and obviously pathetic. But, whatever, it doesn't matter. Sort of. A little. Okay, it does matter, but right now it doesn't.

See, it's barely been a handful of days since he tried to reconnect with Oliver and instead ran into some dark horse. At first Connor had just told himself that it was a friend—guy from work, maybe?? but what IT guy is that ripped??—or even a neighbor. It didn't mean anything. But, it began to fester. The very thought dug and dug and dug in his mind, crowding out everything else even when he tried to stop it from happening.

Oliver is a first for him. Simply put: he doesn't do boyfriends, but he'd somehow found himself connected to this tech geek. By a tender, fragile thread, but it was still there. And Oliver had no way of knowing just how much he'd gotten under Connor's skin. Oh, Connor had tried, but even he knows it was a shitty attempt and he just expected to be given what he wanted like he'd always gotten.

It's not often Connor lets himself feel like a jackass, but he does right now. Especially the deeper into his cups that he gets. Unable to sit at home with his annoying thoughts, he'd gone out. To a bar, not a club, he hadn't wanted to deal with the heavy music or the sweaty guys grinding all over him. So, he takes up shop at one end and sits. And drinks. And wallows. And Connor Walsh is not inclined to wallowing, but he totally is.

After sitting at the bar for a few hours, he begins scrolling through his phone. Somehow ("somehow") he winds up on Oliver's name, but thankfully does nothing. Yet. He's not that drunk. Another hour of sharing his woes with the bartender and a patron or two seated nearby, he calls it a night. He can drink at home. Except, as soon as he steps outside into the cold night air, his fingers are tapping the screen and he's calling Oliver.

Oh he'd tricked himself into believing he was going to contact Uber for a ride home, but he never quite made it to the app. Instead, he pushes that green call button and presses his phone to his ear, waiting. ]
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[personal profile] climax 2014-12-04 10:38 pm (UTC)(link)
[ It shouldn't make him happy to hear Oliver's voice. It really, really shouldn't. Especially considering even in his drunken state, he picks up on that thread of irritation. Could be because it's kind of late (but not really late... he doesn't think...). Though, it's possible and entirely far more likely that he sounds that way because it's Connor. Just because it's Connor.

But, he's not going to let that stop him.

Probably.

There is, however, a longer than normal pause after Oliver answers as Connor's mind tries to supply his mouth with something not stupid or lame to say. That, of course, doesn't really happen. ]


Didn't think you were going to answer. [ His voice is quiet, words slurring together in an admission he didn't want to voice. Shameful display already and he can't seem to stop himself.

Inside his chest, his heart is fluttering like crazy and he tells himself it's just because of the alcohol. No other reason. Nothing out of the ordinary is going on here. He wets his lips and puts one foot in front of the other, walking slowly, haphazardly down the sidewalk toward home.

Probably. ]


Hey. [ A small sigh escapes his lips; the smile becomes evident as he proceeds. ] Heyyyyy. Oli. Ver. [ His heart hammers harder against his ribs saying his name. Even if it was a little stilted and said as two words instead of one. And then softer, strangely warm even for Connor. ] Hi.

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