[ Being with Connor has been a lesson in patience. If he feels like this could go somewhere, he wouldn't mind waiting a little longer. But if Connor doesn't seem like he's willing to make an effort, well that's a bridge to cross when they come to it.
Anyway. Stupid and hypocritical sounds just like Connor, actually. Oliver would find it cute and more than a little satisfying if Connor were jealous.
Of course, whatever victory he might've had is undercut when Connor laughs at him. But with that smile and the heavy-lidded look he gives him, Oliver can't find it in him to be annoyed by that, either. His cheeks burn and he becomes suddenly interested with a spot on the floor between his knees, though a smile seems permanently fixed to his face. ]
It slipped, okay? And he wasn't just a rebound. [ Shut up, Oliver. ] He could've been more if I-I...
[ He glances at Connor and the words stick in his throat.
Shrugging, he drops his gaze to their tangled fingers. ] It doesn't matter now.
[ Now he might be feeling a little bit jealous. As much as he doesn't want to read between the lines in a statement like that, it doesn't give much room elsewhere. The amusement drains slowly from his face and he can't even help it from happening. Might wish he could, but right now honesty is the way of his body.
Something twists low in his belly, something he won't give a name to (out loud, anyway; his brain knows what it is) but it feels weird and he doesn't like it. That's proof enough he never should've screwed things up between he and Oliver. That smile on Oliver's lips is one he can't figure out. What does it mean? Is he smiling because of that guy??
Connor sits up again, swaying a little, but mostly straight. An attempt is made at keeping his eyes sharp as he watches Oliver in quiet contemplation. ]
[ The shift in the air doesn't go unnoticed. Oliver hadn't meant to bring down the mood, but maybe he had been trying to make Connor a little jealous. Now that he has, though, he doesn't know what to do with it. He's not sure he wants to open up that much to Connor, not when things are still so tenuous between them. He's still wary of being hurt all over again.
For the record, he hadn't been smiling because of Antoine. Oliver smiles for a lot of reasons, not all of them positive, but in this instance it probably had something to do with the way their fingers fit together and Connor saying he wouldn't sleep with anyone else.
There's no smile to be seen now, though. Instead, his expression is thoughtful and a little guarded, his lips pressed together. When he does finally speak a moment later, it's without ceremony. ]
[ Of course it had been obvious. That doesn't mean that Connor didn't want to hear it. Sometimes a guy needs the confirmation to feel better about stupid decisions he makes while drunk. Not that this is particularly stupid, in fact it will probably turn out to be one of the better decisions Connor Walsh has ever made in his life.
But still.
Connor sits there quietly for several moments. Moments that likely stretch into minutes as he completely loses all track of time. His gaze is on their hands but he's not really seeing anything, he's too trapped within the confines of his mind. Which is probably giving off the wrong impression, but he isn't aware enough to think about that. Eventually, he shakes himself out of it with a deep inhale and then he drops back against the couch again. ]
[ In the silence that reigns following his confession, Oliver definitely starts to get the wrong impression. He becomes acutely aware of his heart beating a little too fast, sure that Connor can feel it where their wrists touch. But just as he's about to open his mouth to attempt some sort of damage control, Connor returns to Earth.
A wave of relief washes over Oliver, bringing his smile back to his lips. He leans back too so their shoulders are touching and turns his head towards Connor. ]
Yeah, we'll see how long that lasts. [ It would sound scathing if not for the light tone Oliver uses and his tiny grin, teasing to hide the grain of truth underneath. Then, he voices the thing that's been on his mind since Connor called him. ] Who knows if you'll even remember half the things you said in the morning.
[ But he follows it up with a gentle squeeze to Connor's hand, maybe saying it doesn't matter or it can't be helped, so he won't be mad. ]
[ There isn't even a single moment of hesitation before Connor elbows Oliver in the side. He looks downright offended at the insinuation. (Even if it's probably the most accurate.) ]
Out of everything, I'm going to remember this moment with one hundred percent accuracy because of how offended I am. Right now.
[ And, as it happens, this moment will be retained. If only because how accurate it is, and tomorrow will bring a lot of confusion along with it. But, Connor will get himself sorted. Sooner or later, anyway. It isn't as if he doesn't already know that Oliver is worth all the trouble he's gone through already. He'll just need a little bit to remind himself of that. And then Oliver will see, eventually, that Connor can be trusted.
He looks over at Oliver again, the corners of his lips twitched into a slight frown. ]
I think you should give me a kiss to make up for this.
[ The elbow catches him by surprise, even though Connor's supposed to be the one with the impaired reflexes. He makes a noise between a grunt and a laugh, belatedly shielding himself with his own elbow.
But as he settles down again, there's still laughter in his eyes and a grin on his lips. ] Oh, you think so? [ When Connor looks at him, he stares back and for a moment loses himself in the bright copper color of his eyes. His mouth barely moves when he responds. ]
Okay.
[ He tips his head closer to Connor's, his eyes falling halfway closed, and as their noses brush—
He brings their hands up between them and stamps a kiss on the backs of Connor's fingers. ]
[ He should've expected something so bratty. And maybe had he been sober, he would have. But he's not sober, so he doesn't have any idea what's going on until it happens. He's tipped closer and expecting the kiss to come—even almost closed his eyes all the way.
Then there's nothing.
That's unacceptable.
Connor laughs softly, ] Not funny, Oliver.
[ Then he's moving with a lot more speed than should be normal for someone so drunk. Their hands are moved out of the way and his other one catches Oliver on the side of his neck to pull him in close and he crashes their mouths together in a slightly sloppy sort of kiss. ]
LMFADJK i didn't know what you meant at first and then i saw
[ He grins, clearly pleased with himself, until the moment Connor's lips are on his. Even if he could've stopped it, he probably wouldn't have. No matter how sloppy it is, the kiss still lights a fire in his veins, the warmth unfurling all the way to his toes, all because it's Connor. His eyes flutter closed and he parts his lips, drinking deeply from the kiss for a moment before he pulls back.
One hand rises to the side of Connor's neck and he bumps their noses. ]
You laughed.
[ So, clearly it was a little funny. His heart's pattering against his chest as he tips his head towards Connor's and resumes the kiss, and this time he doesn't stop so soon.
His tongue re-familiarizes itself with the inside of Connor's mouth, from the points of his teeth to the roof of his mouth. He tastes overwhelmingly of alcohol, but it doesn't deter Oliver in the slightest. (He must still taste of mint from brushing his teeth only a few hours ago.) The hand on the side of Connor's neck curls against his skin before pushing up into his hair, his thumb brushing the shell of his ear. ]
[ When Oliver breaks away, Connor almost whines. Almost. The alcohol would've let him if he'd been given a real chance, but Oliver's kissing him all over again so nothing else really matters.
He kisses him like they never stopped doing this and like he never wants to stop. Having no clue what tomorrow is going to bring only drives him to enjoy this all the more. Oliver's mouth is familiar and even in this state he remembers the smooth curve of his teeth and the one slightly jagged edge on the bottom row. He remembers the feel of their tongues sliding together; simple muscle memory of something enjoyed. (The fact that Oliver tastes like mint goes unnoticed—that drunk.)
Just as he's nearing the end of his breath, Connor's jolted apart from Oliver with a hiccup. He looks entirely too startled, as if for the first second he didn't even know what that actually was. Then he just exhales slowly through his nose and presses a soft, lingering kiss against Oliver's lips. He doesn't move far, keeps his forehead resting against Oliver's and one hand curled around the side of his neck. ]
[ The thought that he shouldn't get too carried away drifts through Oliver's head but disappears almost as quickly as it came, like vapor. Even when his heart starts to ache from the familiarity and the unfairness of it all, he doesn't stop. He doesn't stop until he's forced to by Connor's hiccuping, which startles Oliver as much as Connor.
Then, he laughs. His thumb brushes the corner of Connor's jaw. ]
You're just realizing this now?
[ He stays like that, letting Connor lean on him, while he waits for his heartbeat to come down and his mouth to stop tingling. At some point his hand started running slowly up and down Connor's arm, from elbow to shoulder and back. A voice in the back of his mind warns him not to get close to Connor again so quickly—he tells himself he's not.
Pulling back, he pats Connor's bicep and rises from the couch. ] I'll get you some water.
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Anyway. Stupid and hypocritical sounds just like Connor, actually. Oliver would find it cute and more than a little satisfying if Connor were jealous.
Of course, whatever victory he might've had is undercut when Connor laughs at him. But with that smile and the heavy-lidded look he gives him, Oliver can't find it in him to be annoyed by that, either. His cheeks burn and he becomes suddenly interested with a spot on the floor between his knees, though a smile seems permanently fixed to his face. ]
It slipped, okay? And he wasn't just a rebound. [ Shut up, Oliver. ] He could've been more if I-I...
[ He glances at Connor and the words stick in his throat.
Shrugging, he drops his gaze to their tangled fingers. ] It doesn't matter now.
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Something twists low in his belly, something he won't give a name to (out loud, anyway; his brain knows what it is) but it feels weird and he doesn't like it. That's proof enough he never should've screwed things up between he and Oliver. That smile on Oliver's lips is one he can't figure out. What does it mean? Is he smiling because of that guy??
Connor sits up again, swaying a little, but mostly straight. An attempt is made at keeping his eyes sharp as he watches Oliver in quiet contemplation. ]
If you what?
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For the record, he hadn't been smiling because of Antoine. Oliver smiles for a lot of reasons, not all of them positive, but in this instance it probably had something to do with the way their fingers fit together and Connor saying he wouldn't sleep with anyone else.
There's no smile to be seen now, though. Instead, his expression is thoughtful and a little guarded, his lips pressed together. When he does finally speak a moment later, it's without ceremony. ]
If I hadn't still been hung up on you.
[ He thought it'd been obvious. ]
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But still.
Connor sits there quietly for several moments. Moments that likely stretch into minutes as he completely loses all track of time. His gaze is on their hands but he's not really seeing anything, he's too trapped within the confines of his mind. Which is probably giving off the wrong impression, but he isn't aware enough to think about that. Eventually, he shakes himself out of it with a deep inhale and then he drops back against the couch again. ]
Well. Now you've got me.
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A wave of relief washes over Oliver, bringing his smile back to his lips. He leans back too so their shoulders are touching and turns his head towards Connor. ]
Yeah, we'll see how long that lasts. [ It would sound scathing if not for the light tone Oliver uses and his tiny grin, teasing to hide the grain of truth underneath. Then, he voices the thing that's been on his mind since Connor called him. ] Who knows if you'll even remember half the things you said in the morning.
[ But he follows it up with a gentle squeeze to Connor's hand, maybe saying it doesn't matter or it can't be helped, so he won't be mad. ]
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Out of everything, I'm going to remember this moment with one hundred percent accuracy because of how offended I am. Right now.
[ And, as it happens, this moment will be retained. If only because how accurate it is, and tomorrow will bring a lot of confusion along with it. But, Connor will get himself sorted. Sooner or later, anyway. It isn't as if he doesn't already know that Oliver is worth all the trouble he's gone through already. He'll just need a little bit to remind himself of that. And then Oliver will see, eventually, that Connor can be trusted.
He looks over at Oliver again, the corners of his lips twitched into a slight frown. ]
I think you should give me a kiss to make up for this.
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But as he settles down again, there's still laughter in his eyes and a grin on his lips. ] Oh, you think so? [ When Connor looks at him, he stares back and for a moment loses himself in the bright copper color of his eyes. His mouth barely moves when he responds. ]
Okay.
[ He tips his head closer to Connor's, his eyes falling halfway closed, and as their noses brush—
He brings their hands up between them and stamps a kiss on the backs of Connor's fingers. ]
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Then there's nothing.
That's unacceptable.
Connor laughs softly, ] Not funny, Oliver.
[ Then he's moving with a lot more speed than should be normal for someone so drunk. Their hands are moved out of the way and his other one catches Oliver on the side of his neck to pull him in close and he crashes their mouths together in a slightly sloppy sort of kiss. ]
LMFADJK i didn't know what you meant at first and then i saw
One hand rises to the side of Connor's neck and he bumps their noses. ]
You laughed.
[ So, clearly it was a little funny. His heart's pattering against his chest as he tips his head towards Connor's and resumes the kiss, and this time he doesn't stop so soon.
His tongue re-familiarizes itself with the inside of Connor's mouth, from the points of his teeth to the roof of his mouth. He tastes overwhelmingly of alcohol, but it doesn't deter Oliver in the slightest. (He must still taste of mint from brushing his teeth only a few hours ago.) The hand on the side of Connor's neck curls against his skin before pushing up into his hair, his thumb brushing the shell of his ear. ]
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He kisses him like they never stopped doing this and like he never wants to stop. Having no clue what tomorrow is going to bring only drives him to enjoy this all the more. Oliver's mouth is familiar and even in this state he remembers the smooth curve of his teeth and the one slightly jagged edge on the bottom row. He remembers the feel of their tongues sliding together; simple muscle memory of something enjoyed. (The fact that Oliver tastes like mint goes unnoticed—that drunk.)
Just as he's nearing the end of his breath, Connor's jolted apart from Oliver with a hiccup. He looks entirely too startled, as if for the first second he didn't even know what that actually was. Then he just exhales slowly through his nose and presses a soft, lingering kiss against Oliver's lips. He doesn't move far, keeps his forehead resting against Oliver's and one hand curled around the side of his neck. ]
Might've had too much to drink.
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Then, he laughs. His thumb brushes the corner of Connor's jaw. ]
You're just realizing this now?
[ He stays like that, letting Connor lean on him, while he waits for his heartbeat to come down and his mouth to stop tingling. At some point his hand started running slowly up and down Connor's arm, from elbow to shoulder and back. A voice in the back of his mind warns him not to get close to Connor again so quickly—he tells himself he's not.
Pulling back, he pats Connor's bicep and rises from the couch. ] I'll get you some water.