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“Alright, truth or dare, Quick .” 

Oliver’s eyes narrowed. Farleigh had a way of saying his name that made it feel just as demeaning as any of the countless nicknames they teased him with. The question was a loaded challenge, of course. It was Farleigh after all, he was like a bloodhound when it came to secrets. He looked at Oliver like he knew something that even Oliver didn’t know and he found that disconcerting. He didn’t want to give Farleigh the upper hand and besides, a dare was nothing when you had no dignity to spare.

”Dare.”

Unfortunately, Oliver seemed to have miscalculated as the wicked grin on Farleigh’s face grew. It seems that he anticipated Oliver choosing this and was determined to make the most out of it. Oliver scowled, hunching in on himself until he felt Felix squeeze his shoulder. It snapped him out of his reverie and he bit his lip to hide the smile the small gesture brought out. 

“I dare you to do body shots off someone. I’ll even be nice and let you have your pick.” Farleigh gestured to the table with a flourish. The rest of the group were a mixture of Felix’s usual friends and a couple others that gravitated towards their table. Not that it mattered since Oliver had no idea, nor did he care to know who any of them were.

”Body shots…? I don’t know…” Oliver flushed, trailing off as he looked around the carefully blank faces. Farleigh burst out laughing, already delighted by pointing out Oliver’s ineptitude in social drinking practices. 

“Come off it, Farls! Ollie, you don’t have to do it, if you don’t want to, mate.” Felix shot a disappointed look over to his cousin before beaming at Oliver. His kind eyes tried their best to reassure Oliver but the damage was already done.

”Oh no, no, no. That’s not how we play the game, Felix. Either Oliver does it or he has to get the next round.” Farleigh waved his empty shot glass, as if it needed pointing out exactly what he meant when Oliver would have to cover the next round of drinks. 

His condescending tone made Oliver bristle, it was a clear challenge. Felix was never one to back down and sure, he was being to Oliver by allowing him grace but he needed to save face. Especially in front of all these strangers who eyed his spot next to Felix with jealousy. 

“Fine, I’ll do it.”

”Attaboy, Oliver! Always up for a challenge, aren’t you?” Farleigh laughed behind his fist, while the rest of the table seemed to be getting into the spirit of things. They still avoided Oliver’s eyes, like they didn’t wish to be involved in the dare. It made Oliver’s stomach drop with fear, wondering exactly what he was saying ‘yes’ to.

”I still don’t know what body shots are, Farleigh.” Oliver hated to be the one to remind the cackling boy of the little misstep but as with everything else in Oliver’s life, Felix came to the rescue. 

“I’ll teach you, Ollie! I’m a champ at body shots. I’ll even let you do it off me.” Felix winked, pushing himself up and forcing everyone to start moving. Oliver’s throat went dry, Farleigh’s ringing laughter now a distant echo as Felix’s words began to sink in. 

Felix was going to show Oliver how to do body shots.

Then he would get to do the same to him. 

The pub was relatively packed, the usual weekend rush. There was still room for their group to move into the corner of the bar where Felix flagged down a bartender to order a bottle of tequila. 

“Just sit here, mate.” Felix patted on the bar stool. The leather squeaked under Oliver, who now looked utterly terrified. He hated the fact that Farleigh was probably enjoying this but he couldn’t help his shocked silence as his brain worked overtime trying to figure out what was happening. 

Felix managed to secure the alcohol but when he looked down, he frowned. Oliver was suddenly nervous. Just as he was about to ask what was wrong, Felix unceremoniously hauled him up to the counter. Oliver’s head spun at how easily Felix managed to lift him, he sometimes forgot Felix was almost twice his size. The action invoked some hoots and whistles but Felix remained unbothered, waving them off with a flailing arm. Like this, they were now eye to eye, a view that was unfamiliar to Oliver. 

“You okay, Ollie? Trust me, it’ll be easier this way.” Felix had said it with such confidence that Oliver couldn’t help but be reassured. He smiled back, nodding. Felix set the bottle down next to him and suddenly began unbuttoning his collar. 

“Woah! Felix, what— what are you doing?” Oliver panicked, instinctively slapping Felix’s hands away. His cheeks felt hot but he chalked it up to the alcohol they already consumed. The action was so sudden that Felix pouted and Oliver instantly felt bad. 

“Warn a guy next time, okay, Felix? Just… why are you…?” Oliver’s words died on his tongue as soon as Felix’s hands returned. He knew the flush reached down all the way to his chest, making his skin blotchy and red. Felix just chuckled, a teasing glint in his eye as he stepped back. 

“For the shot, Ollie. Don’t worry, I said I’ll teach you. Trust me, I’ve done this a thousand times.” Oliver forced himself to relax, eyes darting over Felix’s shoulder. There was a crowd gathering now, curious to see the spectacle they were putting on. Oliver began to sweat under their attention, his heart racing as he watched a few of them bring out their phones. His fists curled, nails biting into his palms before he felt a finger under his chin bringing his gaze back to Felix. 

“Ollie, you have to focus. Just look at me, yeah?” 

Oliver choked on his own tongue, not trusting himself to speak. Felix had his hand on his thigh and it burned through the denim jeans. He stepped in between Oliver’s legs, close enough that Oliver went a little cross-eyed looking at his face. Felix brought up a lemon slice and tapped it against his lips. 

“Open.” Oliver let his jaw drop, biting the bitter skin as Felix fed it into his mouth. He narrowly missed the tips of his fingers and Oliver bit down tighter, stopping himself from doing something stupid like sucking Felix’s fingers. 

“Okay, so it’s like a tequila shot, Ollie.” Felix smiled, speaking to Oliver as one would a scared animal. “Salt, shot, lemon. Got that?” Oliver simply nodded, feeling the juice dripping on his chin. He supposes he looks incredibly stupid like this but it didn’t matter when he had Felix’s complete focus. Felix took one of his hands and poured some salt on the back. Oliver’s heart began to race, his mind finally connecting the dots as they were happening. Felix grabbed the bottle and unscrewed the lid, lifting it up. “Ollie, can you lean back for me? It’s okay I got you.” 

Felix wrapped his arm around Oliver’s middle, large hands splayed against his back. Oliver could do nothing but lean back on his one free hand, making sure not to spill any salt on the other as he leaned further back as Felix followed his lead. He could feel himself trembling from the position, squeezing his abs to make sure he didn’t fall. Felix was holding his weight well, a dizzying reminder of his strength. 

The sounds of the club seemed to fade away, their focus entirely on this one point between them. Felix’s eyes were dark, undecipherable to Oliver who usually could Felix’s thoughts easily. His gaze dipped down to Oliver’s lips for a heart stuttering second before lowering to his neck. Oliver’s chain winked in the light, warming under Oliver’s thundering pulse. They were closer than usual, not that Felix ever stopped at invading Oliver’s personal space. 

But this was different. 

Felix was between Oliver’s spread legs, their fronts now flush together. He was leaning over Oliver, still a few inches taller than him. Oliver stopped himself from squirming, terrified that he had gotten hard. He could feel his jeans tightening and squeezed his eyes shut as he began to recount the faces of the English parliament in the hopes of stamping out his arousal.

“Remember, Ollie.” Felix whispered, his voice rough and low enough that it was all Oliver could focus on. His eyes flew open as Felix bent down and licked the line of salt off the back of Oliver’s hand. Oliver felt all the oxygen in his chest leave with a sharp exhale, unable to hold back his shock. 

“Salt.”

Oliver had been distracted from Felix’s tongue that he didn’t realize that Felix raised the bottle of tequila next to him. Suddenly, liquid poured down the side of his neck and pooled in his collarbones. Oliver jumped, startled but his protest died as soon as Felix had his mouth on him. Oliver was grateful for the slice in his mouth because he would have surely moaned out loud as Felix’s chapped lips dragged over his heated skin. Oliver couldn’t suppress the shiver as Felix’s tongue lapped up the rest of the alcohol, teeth grazing his collarbones. Oliver’s legs were trapped, squirming as Felix seemed determined to get every last drop off his skin. He felt the liquid drip down his chest and feared Felix might attempt to chase it when Felix raised his head back up. 

“Shot.” 

Unfortunately, it wasn’t over just yet. Oliver whined at the loss of Felix’s mouth, ignoring the chuckle it elicited. His lips curled into a smirk, shiny from the alcohol. Oliver was breathing hard through his nose, no doubt bright red in the face. He could feel the arousal already swirling in his gut. There was no doubt Felix could feel the bulge against his stomach, they were pressed so close. But Felix didn’t seem to care, his eyes trained on Oliver’s mouth. As Felix leaned forward, Oliver’s eyes widened, wondering if this was going to be their first kiss when Felix carefully bit into the lemon slice in his mouth. Oliver let his mouth fall open with a soft gasp and Felix took the slice, sucking it hard before chucking it to the side. 

“Lemon.”

Oliver had completely forgotten the point of this entire endeavor and almost locked his legs around Felix’s waist. He was stopped short when the crowd erupted in cheers. Felix turned and bowed as if he was being applauded for his show before he looked back over to Oliver. His eyes roved over his disheveled form, blue eyes no doubt blown wide. Felix just smiled, his tongue peeking between his teeth as he raised the bottle. 

“You’re up, Ollie. How do you want me?”

Oliver felt the blood rushing in his ears as he clumsily dropped down from the counter. This was a version of Felix he’s seen a few times before. It was one that was confident and cocky, reveling in the crowd’s attention like a king. He glowed under the light and praise, and Oliver decided that he needed to teach Felix a lesson. Take him down a peg or two. 

He walked forward and snatched the bottle from Felix’s loose hold, causing the crowd to ‘ooh’ at his apparent challenge. He took a shot to calm his nerves before he tilted his head to the side. 

Everyone watched as Oliver grabbed an empty chair and dragged it to a table. He kicked it until the back was resting against the table for support. 

“Take a seat, Felix. You’re too bloody tall for me to reach.” Felix burst out laughing from the joke, breaking the tension. Everyone else laughed along as Felix dropped himself in the chair. It was low enough that Oliver was a bit taller than him, it wasn’t untrue really. Felix really was too bloody tall for him to reach. 

Felix spread his legs, raising his arms behind his head. He looked calm and collected, which honestly, Oliver thought was a bit suspicious considering how Felix looked at him earlier. He noticed how red Felix’s ears were and concluded that maybe he was just as affected as him. Oliver just had to try and figure out a way to get to him. 

He grabbed the salt shaker and lemon slice from the counter before setting them both on the table somewhere behind Felix’s head. Oliver took another swig from the bottle, relishing in the burn in his throat. He was going to need a lot more liquid courage if he was going to do this right. 

“Alright, mate? You sure you remember how to do it?” Felix looked altogether too happy to play along, tilting his head as he grinned. Oliver shook his head fondly at how puppylike Felix looked before stuffing the lemon slice in his mouth. Felix’s nose wrinkled from the taste but otherwise kept it in. Oliver nudged Felix’s feet apart and stepped in between, mimicking their earlier position. 

Felix seemed determined to make this difficult for him, placing his hands on Oliver’s waist. It was under the guise of steadying but he could tell from Felix’s wiggling brows that he was teasing. Oliver rolled his eyes before grabbing the salt shaker. If he wanted to make an impression, then he was going to have to do things differently. 

Oliver pushed Felix’s hands away and quickly unbuttoned his shirt all the way down to his chest. There were some catcalls and hollers but Oliver ignored it in favor of admiring the tanned skin that he just bared. He dropped down on one knee, one hand steadying himself on Felix’s thigh. He heard a muffled voice and looked up, freezing as he met Felix’s heated gaze. He knew what he looked like, in between Felix’s spread legs. Oliver simply smirked, raising the salt shaker and spilled a line down Felix’s chest, watching as some of the crystal rolled off from his harsh breathing. 

Oliver dropped the salt shaker on the ground, utterly focused on putting on a good show for Felix. He watched Felix’s stomach go tight as he drew closer, his nostrils flaring as he sucked in a breath in anticipation. Oliver dragged the tip of his nose up Felix’s abs, rising slowly until he got to his chest. Without breaking eye contact, Oliver licked the line of salt he placed earlier, dragging his tongue across Felix’s skin. Felix’s eyes went wide as Oliver continued to go up the length of his chest, stopping only so he could swing his legs over Felix’s thighs. Felix immediately grabbed his waist to steady him.

Somewhere behind him, he could hear someone saying ‘ holy shit’ but Oliver didn’t care. He savored the burst of flavor as he grabbed the bottle from somewhere behind Felix’s head. The action brought their faces much closer together and Felix seemed to forget himself as he swayed forward. Oliver smirked, he wasn’t done yet. 

He pushed his fingers into Felix’s hair and pulled, tilting his head back. Felix didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he seemed to enjoy Oliver doing this. Oliver straightened up, one knee digging into Felix’s thighs. He was above Felix now, and he stared for a moment into his eyes. Felix held the same hungry look in his eyes as when he was determined to pull, except this time, he was staring at Oliver and not some girl. His hands squeezed Oliver’s ass and Oliver gritted his teeth, refusing to let Felix have the upper hand. He brought the bottle towards Felix’s neck and poured, ducking his head quickly so he could drink the spill. 

Oliver used the hand still in his hair, to force Felix’s head to the side. He rocked forward, pressing Felix into the back of the chair with his weight. Oliver didn’t care that they were in a club, he didn’t care that they were in front of all of Felix’s friends. The only thing he cared about was the taste of Felix on his tongue, spiced with the alcohol. He clamped down over the crook of Felix’s shoulder, bringing out his teeth and sucking hard. He felt Felix’s hips jump and he smiled into his skin. He could hear the crowd getting louder, cheering and screaming but Oliver wasn’t doing this for their entertainment. 

The soft muffled groans Felix emitted were his alone. Oliver kept sucking over his skin, marking up his neck. The alcohol was beginning to pour all over Felix’s shirt and pants and even Oliver as well. Oliver had gotten lost in his head that he didn’t realize that he tipped the entire bottle over the both of them. 

Oliver pulled back with a gasp, staring at Felix’s shocked face for a moment before he grabbed his face and swooped in to take the lemon from his mouth. The bottle crashed onto the floor and the whole club erupted in noise. Felix still had his arms around Oliver while Oliver held their faces close together. He still had his lips around the slice, almost Felix’s mouth. He bit down hard, using his tongue to pull the entire slice inside. He wanted to taste the saliva that soaked into the rind, he wanted to keep it in his mouth until he could discern the taste of citrus from the taste of Felix’s tongue. As soon as Felix’s mouth was free, he panted, his breath warming the space between them. His eyes darted left to right, like he was trying to understand something. Oliver’s gaze simply dipped down to his parted lips, trained on the string of saliva that somehow connected the two. 

“Did I…” Oliver swallowed harshly, pushing the lemon into his cheek. Felix watched the movement raptly until his focus was brought back by Oliver’s voice, “…do it right, Felix?” Oliver’s voice was a harsh whisper, throat dry from the alcohol. He brought his free hand in between them and spat the lemon rind in his palm. It was disgusting, drool still dripping down his chin but Felix seemed mesmerized by the action. Staring at the lemon like a dog ready to snatch a treat out of its master’s hand. Oliver tightened the hold he had on Felix’s hair, pulling out a soft whimper. Felix nodded, seemingly to answer his question. 

“Yeah, Ollie. Bloody fucking perfect, mate.” Felix punctuated his statement with a squeeze that made Oliver jump. He scowled but he wasn’t really mad, not when Felix was smiling at him like that. His tongue poked out between his teeth, his eyes shining. Oliver wanted to kiss him (not really surprising) but a voice in the back of his hand told him that maybe, just maybe, Felix might want to do that too. 

They pulled away, the noise came rushing back. The sound of the music and the hollers of the crowd. Even Farleigh was stunned, the straw from his drink dangling off to the side. Oliver felt giddy, high off of adrenaline and tequila. He bowed, once again mimicking Felix and nearly fell over when Felix threw his arm over his shoulder. 

“Knew you could do it, mate!” It was like a switch had been flipped and Felix was back to being his loud and bright self. Everyone was clapping Oliver on the shoulder, some girls even making eyes. He ducked his head down, in a semblance of embarrassment. People were pushing drinks into their hands, congratulating them for putting on a good show. 

“Shut up, Felix.” He elbowed Felix lightly, biting his lip to stop from grinning to wide. Felix just laughed, breaking a path for them through the crowd. 

“It was bloody brilliant! But, Christ, Ollie, look at us. We’re a mess!” Felix wrinkled his nose, waving a hand over his face like he was bothered by the smell. Which was frankly impossible since Felix always ended up smelling like alcohol after a night out. 

Still, Oliver shared the sentiment, grimacing as he pulled the wet fabric from his skin. He noticed that he managed to even get their pants wet and flushed, actually embarrassed that he managed to get them both drenched. “Sorry, Felix.”

“It’s fine, Ollie. I’m just teasing. Let’s head to the bathroom, see if we can dry off.” 

Felix was leading the way, a firm grip on Oliver’s wrist to make sure he didn’t get lost. Not that he ever would when Felix stood at least a head above the crowd, breaking through it like a ship in the water. 

They reached the bathroom and Felix wasted no time shamelessly shooing people out. Oliver tried to protest but this was Felix, no one ever complained when he did something. Once the last of them were out, Felix called Oliver over before turning to close the door. 

“God, Ollie, that was… Who knew you had it in you?” Felix laughed breathlessly, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt before letting it drop onto the counter with a wet splat. 

“Yeah, it was fun. Sorry about the mess, Felix.” Oliver smiled, Felix’s joy was always contagious. He peeled off his own shirt, hissing as the cold air slapped his damp skin. 

“Stop it, Ollie. It’s fine. Not the first time I got tequila all over myself.” Felix smiled, looking more sincere as he took a sip from his glass. 

It was offered to him outside and it didn’t seem like a bad idea to keep the night going. He looked to the side and watched as Oliver attempted to pat himself dry with a napkin, grimacing at the bits of tissue that stuck to his skin. It made Felix laugh at how silly he looked. 

“Mate, I don’t think you’re going to get clean like that.” Oliver just rolled his eyes, continuing his futile efforts as he patted around his arms. He unbuttoned his pants, wincing when he realized the alcohol had soaked into his underwear. 

“It’s not like we have a choice, Felix. We can’t just lick ourselves clean.” 

It was an off handed joke, a call back from earlier. Oliver was trying his best to focus on just getting clean, unsure whether or not he read the signals right. Felix was still acting the same so maybe it really was just a fun little game for him. Oliver ignored the way his stomach turned from the thought and decided to not let his emotions ruin their friendship. Oliver pulled down his pants a little, trying to stuff tissue down his underwear he realized that Felix had gone quiet. Oliver looked up and suddenly went hot. Felix had that same look in his eye, the one that meant he was hungry and it was zeroed in on Oliver’s hands on his waistband. 

“I mean, we could try.” Felix mumbled, taking a step forward. Oliver took a slow steadying breath, unsure if Felix was saying what he thought he was saying. 

“What…” Felix moved closer as Oliver took a step back. He backed him up against the stall door, making it shake as he bumped into it. 

“It’s like a body shot, Ollie. We still have some drinks here.” Oliver broke eye contact and looked over at their two glasses. The ice had already melted, leaving water condensation on the sides. It dripped down the glass in the same motion as the alcohol down Felix’s neck and suddenly, Oliver felt thirsty. 

“Yeah, wouldn’t want it to go to waste…” Oliver could feel himself nodding, refocusing on Felix towering above him. Felix hadn’t looked away, his hands twitching at his sides. 

“Exactly, mate. How about we try your technique again? I think it might need some improvement.” Felix bit his lip, quirking one eyebrow. He seemed strangely nervous like there was any possibility Oliver would say no to his fantasy coming to life. Felix here was offering everything he ever wanted on a silver platter and Oliver didn’t even need to ask. 

Oliver shoved Felix back until he was trapped against the sink. He wordlessly grabbed a glass before pushing it into Felix’s hand quickly, scared he might change his mind. “I’m always up for a redo, Felix. I just hope you don’t blow your load too quickly before the lesson’s over.” Oliver teased, goading Felix into action. 

Felix took the challenge as Oliver presented it and unbuttoned his pants with one hand. He shoved it down until his gray briefs were on full display. There was no hiding the curve of his dick, already beginning to swell. Oliver wanted to get on his knees but Felix grabbed the back of his head suddenly, pulling him in close to his chest. 

“I’m not the one you should be worried about, mate. You seem a little thirsty, Ollie.” Felix whispered harshly before bringing up the glass and pouring it down his chest. Oliver quickly ducked down and lapped up the liquid, determined to not waste a single drop. He sucked on the tight skin across his chest, licking his nipples. He sucked on them lightly, making Felix moan in response. Oliver continued down until he reached his tattoo. He followed the lines with his tongue, whining under his breath when he felt Felix tighten his grip. Oliver panted against his skin, pausing for a moment when he felt more liquid being poured. He groaned, sucking and licking over Felix’s skin. The taste of the cocktail was bitter, making him a little lightheaded as he got progressively more drunk off of Felix’s taste mixing with the alcohol. 

He felt his head being pushed down lower until Oliver hit the floor, ignoring the pain in his knees. He looked up from beneath his lashes and Felix swore under his breath as he poured over his own throbbing erection. Oliver’s mouth watered instantly and immediately latched on, sucking the soaked cotton. He could feel the way Felix’s cock twitched against its confines but Oliver was determined to tease him until he asked for it. 

Felix moaned, the glass nearly shattering as he slammed it down on the counter. He held Oliver’s head, one buried in his hair and the other was cradling his face. Oliver trailed his lips from the top of the garter where Felix’s cock was beginning to peek out, down to his balls. Felix bit his fist when Oliver closed his mouth around it and sucked, the wet fabric causing a different kind of sensation against his sensitive skin. 

“F-fuck, Ollie.” Oliver didn’t hide his smile as he nosed against Felix’s hip. He nipped it, making Felix jerk against his face. Oliver grabbed his hips and held them against the counter. He used his teeth to pull back the waistband before letting it snap back causing Felix to shout. 

“Ouch! What the fuck, mate!” Felix growled, pushing Oliver’s head away. Oliver laughed, already tipsy and aroused and so fucking hard. 

“Come on, Felix. You were right, I’m thirsty. Let me clean you up.” Oliver let his tongue fall out, reaching as far as he could and licked the very tip of Felix’s cock. He moaned when he managed to taste the bitter, salty taste of his precum beading at the head. 

“Fucking hell, Ollie. You really want to?” Felix sounded as if, up to this point, he couldn’t believe Oliver wanted to suck his dick. Which is frankly, astonishing considering what he did out there. Oliver frowned, pushing Felix’s hands away. 

“Yes, Felix. Why else would I have done all that?” Oliver was starting to get impatient, pulling Felix’s underwear down himself. His cock slapped against his stomach, making Felix hiss above him. He wasted no time and licked the length of his cock. 

“Oh my g-god, Ollie. You— fuuuck-“ Felix moaned, cutting himself off by slapping a hand over his mouth. He threw his head back, his hips stuttering as Oliver swallowed him down. What he couldn’t fit in his mouth, he squeezed with his fist around the base. Felix bit his fist, keeping one hand buried in Oliver’s hair. He guided his head, thrusting his hips as Oliver pulled back a bit. He didn’t give him a chance to breathe, pushing his cock until he heard Oliver choke. 

Tears gathered in Oliver’s eyes but he was determined to show Felix how much he wanted this. His eyes rolled back as Felix took control, essentially fucking his throat. Oliver sucked, his tongue massaging the underside of Felix’s cock. He pulled out enough that Oliver could focus on sucking just the tip, coaxing his precum with his tongue. He looked up and felt his own cock jump as he took in the way Felix looked desperate, biting his lip to keep himself quiet. 

One hand was tugging his own hair like he was trying to get himself to focus while his eyes stared at the way his dick disappeared into Oliver’s mouth. With every movement, his lips would part, breathy sighs escaping. His stomach was clenched tightly, body trembling as he tried to stave off his orgasm. But Oliver was having none of it. He wanted to taste Felix straight from the source, drink him until he quenched his thirst and suck him dry. 

Oliver began blowing him with renewed fervor, taking over as Felix began to slowly lose control over himself. “Fuck, Ollie. Wait— slow down, mate—! Ollie!” Felix muffled his shouts with his hands, his hips helplessly thrusting into the tight wet heat of Oliver’s mouth. His thighs tensed and suddenly, Felix came with a loud groan that sounded almost like Oliver’s name mixed in with a few curses. 

Oliver didn’t let up, swallowing his cum and working his fist until Felix cried out. With his shaky hands, he pushed Oliver off and collapsed to the floor as his knees gave out. 

“H-holy shit, Ollie. Holy shit.” Felix’s voice was shaky but his lips were curled into a smile. Oliver was not entirely present, his mind still reeling from the fact that he had Felix’s cock in his mouth and his cum coating his tongue. It honestly felt like a dream, one he’s had since meeting the other boy. He was suddenly terrified that Felix would shun him, thinking him weird for having done all that. He couldn’t help but flinch when Felix raised his hand, his fingers trembling. Oliver held his breath until Felix’s thumb dug into his bottom lip, dragging across to the corner of his mouth. It came away shiny. Without missing a beat, he grabbed Felix’s wrist and sucked on his thumb, grazing teeth against the pad of his finger as his eyes fluttered from the action. 

“Fuck, Ollie. Give me a minute or two.” Oliver suddenly dropped his hand, flushing like he wasn’t just sucking his cock. 

“S-sorry. Trying to clean… you up.” Felix’s eyes seemed to glitter as he listened to Oliver’s voice, broken and rough from earlier. Oliver coughed once, clearing his throat when Felix offered him a glass. He took a sip, nearly gagging when he realized that it was just another cocktail. Felix laughed, taking the drink away and rubbed his back in a soothing circle. 

“Easy, Ollie. You were doing so well, too.” Felix teased, breaking the tension so easily. Oliver immediately relaxed, shrugging Felix off with a fond eye roll. 

“Shove off, Felix. I told you not to blow your load too fast.” Felix blushed a bright shade of pink, chuckling sheepishly as he rubbed his neck. 

“Whoops, guess you were just that good, mate. Never really had someone blow me like that.” Oliver let the compliment settle in his chest, warm, before he got confused at the latter part of the statement. He furrowed his brows. He knows (has seen) Felix receiving blowjobs from girls before. It was impossible that Oliver was that special. Maybe they were too toothy or doing it wrong somehow? 

“Seriously, Felix? Like give you proper head?” Felix shook his head, chuckling at Oliver’s question. Like he found something amusing and the joke went completely over Oliver’s head. Felix began to move, having regained some strength in his limbs. He crawled forward, making Oliver move back instinctively. He had him backed against the wall when Felix leaned in, smiling. 

“Nope, I mean blow me like they’ve been gagging for it.” 

Oliver froze, his stomach dropping. Suddenly, his breath caught in his throat. The look in Felix’s eyes meant that he had been found out. That Felix knew how much Oliver wanted him. Oliver panicked, his wide eyes jumping to avoid Felix’s face as he curled into himself. “Felix, I—“

“Shh, Ollie. Let me, we’ll be even, yeah?” Oliver looked up in surprise, not expecting Felix to be willing to return the favor. He thought Felix was mad at him but Felix simply looked at him with the same hunger as before. It was meant for him, it was because of him. Oliver isn’t sure why this fact, out of everything, is what sends him through a loop. 

He let his arms fall limp, allowing Felix freedom to do what he wanted. Felix crawled in between his legs, taking a hold of his already unbuttoned jeans and pulled. Oliver’s cock was already leaking profusely, bits of tissue clinging to his pubic hair. Felix giggled at the sight, making Oliver blush. He wrapped his hand around his cock began to move it up and down. 

Oliver swore, he was already keyed up and close. It would be embarrassing how short this would be if he wasn’t so gone after everything. He didn’t muffle his moans, eyes fluttering as he let his head fall back. Felix leaned down and began kissing his neck, sucking a trail down his chest until he nosed at his stomach. Oliver trembled, could do nothing but bury his hands greedily in Felix’s wild hair, dirty hands running through the sweaty locks. Felix had his mouth on Oliver for only a few seconds before Oliver felt his orgasm knock him over like a tidal wave. Felix coughed, equally as surprised as Oliver came faster than they both expected. He kept working him as he tried to milk the very last drops out. Felix hesitantly licked the cum off his chest, wrinkling his nose at the taste. 

A laugh was punched out of Oliver’s chest, noting how Felix looked like a disgruntled cat. He couldn’t suppress his laughter afterwards, drawing Felix in just to hold him close. Felix didn’t seem too bothered, happy that Oliver was happy. He nuzzled his face against Oliver until he nudged their lips together. 

Of course, Felix had been the one to initiate their first kiss. Oliver sighed against his mouth, curling his tongue lazily against Felix. They tasted of each other and alcohol and sour lemons. Oliver pulled away, panting as he caught his breath. Felix bit his lip, his gaze searching. Oliver brought a hand up to pull Felix’s swollen lip out of his mouth, his thumb soothing over it. 

“Did I do it right, Ollie?” His whisper sounded loud in the silence of the bathroom. His forehead rested against Oliver’s, sticky from sweat. Neither of them were particularly cleaner than before, in fact, one could argue they were even filthier. But it didn’t matter as Oliver threw his arms around Felix’s shoulder. He sighed, resting his head on Felix’s cheek just to feel him smile against his temple.

“You were bloody fucking perfect, Felix.”