Drowning in You

3

OLIVER

I waited there for fifteen minutes. He obviously stood me up. I mean I get it, he doesn’t like people. Maybe I was just a little too aggressive, baby steps Miller. I turned to leave when I heard someone approach from behind me. I stopped and turned around, there was Raven.

“Took you long enough.” I said sarcastically. Wait, did he just blush? Had to of been my imagination. Weird, I kind of want him to blush.

“I wanted to see how long you would wait for me.” He said with his head bowed but I could see him looking at me with those intriguing brown eyes through his bangs. His comment made something stir within me, a feeling I’m not exactly familiar with.

“So you were testing me?” I asked and he flinched at my question. I’m not sure how I felt about that. Was I just happy he showed up? Angry that he strung me out for so long? No, it was that feeling, the one I can’t quite place.

“Did I pass?” I asked. I don’t get the best grades in school but when it came to being around Raven I wanted to pass. I wanted to get the best grade possible. I wanted him to feel happy around me and to let me get close to him.

 We started walking towards my car and I opened the door for him.

Raven blushed slightly when I opened it and gestured for him to get inside. That's when I understood what he was thinking, this kind of seemed like a date. I blushed a little too and explained, "Sorry, there is a trick to opening it. You have to wiggle the handle." I don't want him to think this is date. Or did I? Is this a date? Do I want it to be? Does he wish this were a date? 

RAVEN

The ride to Oliver's house felt like it took eons rather than minutes. I couldn’t help but steal glances at him as he drove. Once he caught me looking and asked me what was wrong. I couldn’t tell him what I was thinking though. It would mess everything up. I couldn’t help but think how Oliver’s smell filled the air, it was almost intoxicating. I loved how the sun shined through the windshield and caused his eyes to sparkle. The intense blue made me feel like I was drowning, the gold flecks like sun rays on the ocean waves, and a splash of seafoam green. They seemed to go on forever. His hair is jet black. Messy, kind of like he just rolled out of bed. I loved the way his black hair brushed across his forehead and framed his face just so. Made me think about just how attractive Oliver really was. There wasn’t anything about him that wasn’t mesmerizing. His looks, his smile, his personality, the way he could say anything and make all the blood in my body rush to my face, and other places. 

I shifted in my seat as I thought about that time I saw him at the pool. The way his abs glistened and the water trickled down his stomach toward the one place I wanted to discover most. I blushed again at my thoughts. I had to stop thinking like this otherwise I was going to find myself in a very awkward situation if he looked over. But the image of him in his bathing suit made me shiver with want. It was going to be a long night if I kept this up. But when you’re sitting next to someone as sexy as Oliver, it’s hard to keep your thoughts pure.

I sigh thinking about everything I would love to do to Oliver, to have done to me. There were endless possibilities. What would I do just to run my fingers through his hair? To tell him how I've always wanted to be this close. 

OLIVER

I can tell he’s watching me, I had already caught him once. 

Once I looked over at him and he had the strangest look on his face, almost as if he was having a war inside his head. The look of inner turmoil was so prominent I wished I could read his mind. Maybe then I’d be able to understand him better. 

Once I swear I heard him sigh, but it wasn’t like a bored sigh or an exasperated one. It almost sounded like longing. Now I really wanted to read his mind, to find out who he was thinking about. Is it bad that I want it to be me? The thought of him sighing about that while thinking about me brings a smile to my face. I see him shift in his seat out of the corner of my eye and that makes me curious. Is he uncomfortable?

I look over at him once again and ask, “What are you thinking about?” A feeling of triumph rises from within me as the blood rushes to his pale cheeks and paints them red. I’m pretty sure he was thinking about me if I made him blush when he thought about it. The thought of that causes my heart to leap within my chest. Maybe he does like me. I think to myself. 

With every turn I take I can’t seem to keep my focus on the road, it keeps wandering to the person sitting in my passenger seat. I keep seeing him in my mind. I visualized kissing his lips. They looked so soft I was tempted to stop the car and kiss him right now just to find out, but I’m not so sure that Nico would be okay with that. 

I visualized us back at my place him laying on the couch with me on top of him kissing him with so much passion and ferocity that it shocked me. I needed to stop thinking about this otherwise I was gonna get hard and scare him away. But then again I could see me slipping my hand up his shirt and pinching his n****e. The sound of his moan echoing in my ears. God, I wonder what his moan sounds like. I want to know what it tastes like to explore every part of him, his mouth, his n*****s, his neck, his thighs. God what about his c**k, what would it taste like to have that inside my mouth, the feeling of his come dripping down my throat?

I shook my head to clear the lustful mist from my mind as I focused on my driving. That didn’t last long. I want to know all of it. I had to know. What would it feel like to slam my rock hard c**k into his soft, white ass? God, I hope I get the chance to find out.

All these new emotions were foreign but not unwelcome. I'm not used to thinking about guys in that way. Honestly, this would be the first time. I've only ever dated girls up to this point, but I wouldn't even count those as being experiences to cement my sexuality. I'd only gone that far with one girl and even though it was great and I'd definitely be with a female again I knew that bisexuality was a thing. I could definitely be bi. Especially knowing first hand my attraction to Raven. 

RAVEN

We couldn't get to his house soon enough. 

I was starting to imagine what it would feel like to run my tongue down his abs. I imagined sliding his c**k between my lips, sucking on him, and playing with his balls until he released his load into my mouth. I would lick my lips to get every last drop of him. These thoughts sent a chill down my spine. STOP! I mentally screamed at myself. But then the image of Oliver's face buried between my ass cheeks as he licked and fingered my hole came into my mind. Just the thought of it made me want to moan.

When the car stopped I got out of the car as fast as possible and tried to adjust myself to where Oliver wouldn't notice the obvious bulge in my, now too tight, skinny jeans. As we walked inside I noticed how Oliver was walking differently. Is it possible he noticed my hard-on? Oh god I hope not, that would be mortifying.

We got inside and Oliver indicated that he was going to go to the bathroom real fast but to make myself comfortable on the couch and to pick out a movie I wanted to watch. I took this time to try and cool off. I mean what the hell?! Why was I getting so worked up over Oliver? Maybe it's his ass? I asked myself. Then mentally slapped myself. You're supposed to be calming down not getting worked up! Maybe it was that hard-on he was sporting as he awkwardly walked into the bathroom? Oh my God shut up! I scream at myself.