Forever Goes a Long Way

Oliver Strand - 36 Medic (EMT) - NY Native

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He chuckled again at the mention of the cemetery.” I never had a date in a cemetery so I think that would actually be a pretty neat Idea. Something to add to my list. Maybe we can bring someone back from the dead, do a little ritual with our coffee. Maybe will find a secret entrance to a cult! The possibilities are endless.” 

 Oscars cheek grew red. “ I’m not disappointed! I’m actually pretty glad… I m-mean if I had to go on a date with anyone I’m glad it’s with you.” He looked down at his hands playing with them nervously. Come on now Oscar, calm down. 

“You and me both.” Oliver agreed, proud to see that the idea wasn’t too out there--even for a enthusiastic space geek like Oscar. The man rambled about their potential activities and it stirred a happy laugh from Strand. It still remained on the quiet side, given his deep voice, but the pearly whites gave it all away. “I’ve got a morning ritual, but now I’m curious what other séance‘s you get up to with a cup of java. Where do you even research this stuff?”

Before turning to purchase said java Oliver took pause to admire the sight of a blushing Oscar. It was kind of amazing that this was a first, considering how they met, and only made the moment more important. The illustrator didn’t react in this way easily. “That’s reassuring.” Oliver smiled again, a bit lopsided and more genuine. “When you say it like that I feel I should have asked sooner.” With that, he left Oscar for the moment to purchase and collect their preferred cups of joe and exited the coffee spoon at his side. “A stroll through a graveyard takes some of the edge off at least. With date nerves, I mean. ‘already a lil’ jittery over the idea”

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beammeuposcar:

Oscar chuckled.” What are the odds, huh? I guess they’re called blind dates for a reason but I never expected that you’d be my date.” The illustrator smiled and  nodded. “ We can go somewhere else if you’d like? We already know each other a bit… I think maybe we should find some place else for our date.”  

He was still going over things, was this still consider a date? Or were they just going to hang out as friends? Being as straight forward as he was he couldn’t help but ask.” So… Are we going to have an actual date or is this just going to be a hang out? Because I’m good with either one.”

“Seriously.” Oliver sighed with a light chuckle. Already his shirt collar felt too tight. “Well, let’s see; we’ve done the mall, the hill, the aquarium. There are no art galleries or jewelry shops to heist.” Since breaking and entering with Oscar, Strand couldn’t get past all he’d discovered. He felt silly to suggest this idea, but the risk involved left his nerves tingling in the best way, “How about the cemetery? It’d be festive.”

“I’ll buy you that coffee.” While tugging out his wallet, Oliver caught the question. “A date’s a date... unless you’re disappointed it was me?” He teased.

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beammeuposcar:

“ We can start there then. I still haven’t actually visited the aquarium this is the first time.” Oscar admitted a little embarrassed. “ I’ve only seen it from the outside and some photos on the internet. I was planning on taking Hellen with me when she get’s back from her little vacation with my ex.” 

The illustrator smiled.” The big tank it is then! You’ll have to be the one leading the way now. I can keep watch for any security guards but they’re probably too busy watching the fishes like us.”

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“It’s fucking phenomenal, man. I love spending time here. Even without the kids.” This was one of the few places Oliver could go to truly unwind. Empty troubling thoughts. “Still, I’ve only visited a few times since moving here.”

“Alright, I’m counting on you.” He grinned before taking confident steps onward. Since entering the aquarium his voice had lowered to a whisper between them. The speakers had been shut off around the building and left the space feeling far too empty, wide, eerie. Oliver knew he’d feel more at ease once they reached their destination.

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After wandering a maze of and educational algae display, Oliver ended up facing the gigantic tank at the opening end and smiled with a sense of accomplishment and familiarity toward the turning large yellow-finned tuna. So calming, just riding the current with fellow tank neighbors, scales glistening at certain angles due to the spotlight. “Talk about an alien world. What do ya think?”

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“ Yeah actually. “ Oscar blushed a bit.” I’m suppose to be meeting someone here. I have a blind date… After my ex pressuring me so much I decided to just finally go with it.” He raised an eyebrow a bit suspicious.” Are you… meeting some here?” 

What would be the odds of Oliver actually being his blind date for the evening, not that the illustrator would mind that much. He enjoyed hanging out with Oliver and he did have the  tinniest crush on the man since they first met. If anything it would make him less nervous for the date.

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Oscar seemed bashful to admit it, but remained forthright as ever. Heat collected at Oliver’s ears. This wasn’t just a coincidence. Couldn’t be. “Yeah.” He smiled, bashful himself. “I’m thinking it’s you. What a relief...”

His nerves failed to die down yet he felt a different sense of excitement. Since their adventure at the aquarium, suddenly the coffee shop seemed to tame and average a place to carry out a date. It wasn’t exactly their first meeting. After all these months Oliver did consider Oscar a close friend. Someone he trusted. “Is this a good place” Oliver chuckled, spontaneous. “or do you want to go somewhere else?” Maybe they could grab a coffee and hit the town to talk.

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beammeuposcar:

Oscar wasn’t one for blind dates but lately he had felt rather lonely and after Alice persisting on him to go out and mingle he finally caved in. The illustrator couldn’t remember the last time he had gone on a blind date, it made him feel nervous not knowing who would be his date

He took a deep breath in an attempt to calm himself down.’ … It’s just a date. You can do this Oscar. Just calm down and stop being so nervous ‘ Oscar heard someone approaching his tablet and looked up. “ H-Huh Hello?”

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It was innocent enough and Oliver had nothing else going on that day. A date over coffee remained a safe go-to first date meeting spot. Guaranteed that if you ended up mingling with a lunatic the very public space would shield and protect you from any mishaps. Strand didn’t worry about much. Any excuse to go out would do and socializing with people was just his thing. Whether they be total strangers or best friends.

He turned up on time, a few minutes early actually, and as it was a Sunday dressed a bit more business casual. Ironed trousers and a short sleeved button up top. Collar loose to really emphasize the casual side of his attire. He recognized Oscar, but found the shop mostly empty with regulars coming in and out. “Hey, Oscar.” Oliver grinned, looking around after addressing the man upfront. “... Are you uh... waiting for someone?”

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[softsleepyharry]

I want to drink, I want to smoke, I want to disappear – I want to forget who I am, how I am, why I am, and all the shit in between.

a quote from a character that i’ll write about some day. (via kookwrites)

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algernon-riggs:

As though by habit, Riggs’ hand slipped into the back pocket of Oliver’s jeans, and gave a playful squeeze as they headed toward the bathroom. The absence of a lock wasn’t exactly a problem for the graduate student. Actually, it only made the evening more exciting. The feeling was only surpassed by the occassion he stayed late in the biology lab with Oli last semester. It was technically closed, yes, but that wouldn’t have stopped a professor or stray assistant from dropping in. He had found that they had excellent timing—only ten minutes after when they gathered themselves to leave, they near literally ran into a custodian there to clean the floors.

“We—“ Whatever train of thought running through the man’s head and spewing from his mouth was immediately cut away by the kiss. Riggs greedily returned it as his fingers curled tightly around the fabric of his shirt and pulled Oliver closer towards him. The pounding music dulled compared to the quickening of his pulse. How often this happened when he was truly with Oliver—the world surrounding them faded into nothing. He almost couldn’t enjoy the fact they found a public nook to occupy. Almost.

His practiced tongue teased against his own, and Riggs’ hand deftly traveled down to the hem of his shirt. Smooth digits slipped under across the warm stretch of skin across his lower abdomen, and traveled up. A promising groan coated his mouth at the contact as he found delight in touching even a small part of Oliver. He always thought, initially, he might slow down. One time. Just one. But it never happened.

Adjustments were made effortlessly between dropping his jaw open for Riggs to invade to his hearts desire. Ollie bent his knees just so, to be at the man’s level while just slightly angled to push him flush and firm against the blocked doorway. He heard each stiff inhale from his nose, Riggs’ weak drunken groans fitting perfect within and between the rowdy musics beat. As if harmonizing. Strand only broke the kiss after those talented fingers touched his swelled pecks. Still chilled from clasping the margarita before. His chest was a weak point. The heart hidden behind it, weaker.

His lips and the tip of his nose hung a breaths width apart from Riggs’ and he admired the beauty shining within those eyes. Full lips reddened from such innocent abuse. Sweet citrus lingered on both tongues, in the air, between Oliver’s god damned eyelids. He couldn’t stand it. One more kiss, then Ollie dragged his heavy head down to nestle into Riggs’ taut throat with a harsh tongue and teeth seldom used on female partners. He was rough. There would be marks. His right palm snuck between the other man’s legs and mapped out the shape hidden underneath, till he could feel it nestled against a hip where he slid his fingers and heel across the member with purpose.

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Sheridan wore a pleasantly scandalised look on his face. “Curious, are you? Sadly, I prefer demonstration to explanation. More fun that way.“ It was astounding that Oliver had actually managed to leave him speechless, at least for a moment. Whatever he’d been expecting, it wasn’t that, and though his lips were still curved, they remained parted in surprise. “You want to take me out,” Sheridan repeated, as if to make sure. “You’ve met me before, right? Sarcastic, finnicky, generally insufferable? All that on top of not being the dating type.” His gaze swept over Oliver carefully. It wasn’t like his mind hadn’t gone there plenty of times before – it was the repercussions of what certain assumptions might have on their friendship that stopped him. “Unless you’re trying to find a gentlemanly way to say you want to fuck me.” Straightforward was always his best card. “In which case I have no aversion to being wined and dined first.”

That was fair. More than fair. Should Sheridan ever loosen his lips about such things, Oliver would prefer to receive it through a whisper right up against his ear. “Only as much as you are. … Unless you’ve been making fun of me this whole time.” He suggested without a stutter or flinch. Sheridan was quick to counter Strand’s offer. The medic wasn’t derailed and only after Sheridan had finished did he dare let out a breath and ask again, “When.. was the last time… you’ve gone out?”

“Nothing’s changed. I need a reason to get out of the house. You need more reasons to smile. ... It would be fun.“ After making the assumption, Oliver faltered for the first time that afternoon. "Maybe I’m the one pushing luck.”

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algernon-riggs:

Riggs tasted victory the moment he drew out that familiar chuckle from the other, the sort he knew was genuine—raw. His tongue slipped over his lips and even as Oliver agreed to dinner, Riggs found it difficult to think beyond the man before him. He must have been in some limbo then, not a bar, where the space around him didn’t feel quite real as he lost himself in the physicality of another. But it wasn’t just his physique, not simply the toned arms and eager hands streamed with veins, not his throat and the artful dip of his collarbones—not any single piece, but everything together. His body, and his mind. Truthfully, Riggs wouldn’t have been interested in the slightest if he didn’t consider Oliver an intellectual equal. He’d shared enough of those weird late night conversations to know the man’s mind, and he knew he liked it.

“You’re probably right about that,” Riggs agreed. He hummed in contemplation and returned his hand to its rightful place upon his thigh, the digits itching up as he continued. “We could keep bar hopping till the night’s end,” he told him, “Sorta like the sound of you being my slave for the night.” His head dipped to the side and he daringly caught his earlobe between pearly teeth, nipped and pulled away to give a husky whisper. “See how long it takes for you to really care about a lock on the door, Strand.”

Riggs appeared to grow restless, if that hand was any indicator, and Oliver admittedly felt half of his breath get caught in his throat. He could act fearless and earnest, but some still shook the man up in the best way. There was often suspicion that Riggs had a leg up on him when it came to experience. At least between men. Oliver didn’t cower toward the idea. He was eager to learn.

At least he’d won. The thought of carrying on with these sheeple had his friend drawling out. Ollie was right there with him. He supposed he was partly tired after all that studying. These sort of parties lost their thrill after a spell. But Riggs was right here, even if they spent the night talking where would Strand rather be? He could practically smell the sugar, sweetened citrus, Oliver’s drink was left wasted. Half way finished. The medic held Riggs by the waist. “Let’s check it out.” The stool gave a slight squeak along the wood floor, almost covered up perfectly with the loud music, and Ollie was too strung up to care now. It was a pain to pull away from Riggs--lose that contact on his thigh--but he knew he’d be worse off being teased.

An aged drunk finished washing his hands like a true gentleman and wobbled out after the pair entered the unisex bathroom. Oliver turned to inspect the door they’d entered. Surprised to find he was right, there was no lock. Heat collected at his ears, and somewhere else, but before he could have second thoughts the taller man turned to press Riggs against the same door. Clasped his damp lips against the sugared pair he’d pined after all evening.

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algernon-riggs:

“Actually, this is my last stop.”

Riggs swallowed hard and he found himself caught in the sudden irregularity of his heartbeat. It thumped, thumped, and his skin prickled up as heat rushed down through his neck and chest and through his limbs where it settled warm in his fingertips. He hoped it really was their last stop—or maybe simply an intermission. His gaze shifted and he quickly noted the the entrance to the bar, the back exit, and the restroom. The latter was closest, and not a fact the graduate student would soon let slide.  

“You’re not.” Ever blunt, Riggs could have told him he didn’t want him to be sorry, either. It was like a courtesy neither one of them really needed. “Hmm, well, I suppose you’re right about that.” The sly contact beneath the bar drew a private smile through the left corner of his man’s mouth, and turned the edge up just so. “We could make it dinner, then. That burger place downtown with the waffle fries.” He took another few sips of his drink, and by then he’d cleaned half the sugar from the rim of the glass. The drunker he became the more perplexed he was with where all the liquor seemed to go. Truth was, if there was a straw in the glass, it was likely to vanish within a matter of minutes, if that.

“Unless you’d like to bet on something other than food,” Riggs suggested. He scooted forward on his barstool and leaned toward him, leaving a thick few inches between them. “I’m all ears.”

The moment Riggs outed him, Ollie was laughing. That low chortle which scarcely revealed itself beyond the guilty juvenile grin. He wore it so bravely, nearly a permanent fixture outside of classwork, lecture, and operation tables. Those rare moment Strand could be caught sketching in private for leisure but always true to form. Medical studies. In the face of others, he radiated a content air, love. That’s just how he rolled.

Fuck. One of those burgers sounded good right now, but Oliver couldn’t pine very long as the rim of Riggs’ glass had been swept clean, meaning the man’s lips would be just as sweet--if not sweeter--than the granulated powder they’d lapped up. Surely the guy was too drunk to have done that on purpose. At least initially. Everyone knew Oliver had a sweet tooth. “Dinner. It’s settled then.” He agreed without a fuss. Not much for competition, the wager would only add some flavor to a meal they might have shared together anyway, and winning always made Riggs smile. Ol would find some way to survive such a loss.

Hazel eyes angles upward while Riggs decided to lean in himself. An enticing twist, but the proximity made finding reason in place of impulse difficult. Oliver had no hang ups regarding sexuality, not since high school, and especially not in front of this crowd. Yet if he made a move now, their friends wouldn’t leave them in peace, so there was only one way to earn best of all worlds. “Alright. I’ll bet the restroom doesn’t come with a lock on it. If I’m wrong... I’ll stay on this train ‘s long as you do. ‘slave for the night.”

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childstar-kris:

Kris raised a eyebrow as he tilted his head some in agreement with Oliver. This was a change of pace between hem but it wasn’t unwelcome. Then again he was always a sucker for when it came to a good joint. “I will give you that. Then again I’ve had weirder shit happen in my life. This is on the bottom of the list.”

“Likewise.” He let out a short snort, admiring the street view from his secluded parking spot near the dispatch building. “So this... and what else, man? What other trouble do you get up to around here?” The medic was honestly curious or perhaps the question mostly stemmed from boredom. “A star like you should be getting invites to all the local parties.”

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algernon-riggs:

In response, Riggs rolled his eyes and gave a sarcastic chuckle. “Hardy harr harr, you’re dreadfully funny aren’t you?” He deadpanned. Luckily that had never been the case. Once he nearly did pelt Oliver with a flood of vomit, but had enough sense to turn and throw up over the side of the bed instead. There was something so horrific about cleaning up cold vomit, and Riggs vowed to always make it to some sort of receptacle. Toilet, tub, bucket, it really didn’t matter, as long as he didn’t have to use his hands to dispose of it.

“It’s as though you doubt my incredible drinking abilities,” he continued. There was room for doubt. Riggs could take down liquor like a champion, but it was a guarantee he’d throw up or wake up with a horrific hangover. Sometimes both. (Mostly both.) “Wanna be twins the next couple’a bars?” He suggested as he waggled his brows. “Could be fun if you can keep up.” He almost didn’t register Oliver’s hand atop his, and still his thumb moved beneath and smoothed a half circle against the thick fabric of his jeans.

When the drinks came, Riggs’ hand left the familiar position in favor of the the cold margarita. The tip of his pink tongue swiped along the rim and dragged a strip of sugar into his mouth before he followed with a slow, long swallow of the drink. With a satisfied smile, he propped his left elbow atop the bar and cradled his head in his hand. “I bet you hangover breakfast that Natalie’s gonna end up sleeping with Leslie and Maggie,” he said as his eyes trailed toward the few members of their group. They weren’t friends, per say, but they did occasionally have classes together which made them friendly-ish. “Unless you don’t wanna take the bet,” he added. A small smirk curled up the edges of his lips reddened by the alcohol. “Lost it last time, if I remember.”

“Figures I’d be the wise one when drinks are involved.” Ollie snickered, flicking the spent ash off of his cigarette before rubbing the end out completely to abandon in a tray. He’d been working on that one between this bar and the last. Dampening his dried lips now, Oliver reached for his drink as well and took two strong gulps to relieved his parched throat. Riggs made a suggestion yet Strand nearly missed it all together when circles were drawn against his thigh. More sensitive due to tricks of the mind, not seeing but aware, and maybe the alcohol was partly to blame as well. Uncertain how best to put it, Oliver leaned to the side to skirt the edge of his lips close to Riggs’ neck before muttering, “Actually, this is my last stop.”

He returned to his original position and shrugged, “Sorry.” though he wasn’t in the least really. There was no denying his friend’s prediction was more than spot on. Riggs would know better that Strand tonight as Oliver had been distracted. “I doubt you’d be in any mood to confirm that by morning.” Ollie lightly knocked his friend’s heel with the tip of his shoe beneath the table playfully. “Before breakfast. To count... you’d have to find out with me, right?”