Trouty mouth, guppy lips

Oliver George I 21 years old, Junior I Musical Theatre Major | Beta Boy in training | Full-time job of acting like I've got my shit together. (Affiliated with Betaboyshq)

[oilcommaoliver]

thxplxdgxes·:

Kevin had been preparing for the Beta Bowl for what seemed like years since his first day on campus. As a legacy Beta he knew exactly what to expect and planned on using that to his advantage. Standing in his room in just a tank top and shorts, he came to the door and let the smaller male inside, “hey man” he patted Oliver’s back as he let him in, closing the door behind him. Kevin then nodded his head, “I was thinking we could strike a deal, bro” he smiled, “I help you get ready for the Bowl and you help me get ready for initiation” he winked.

A sigh of relief fell from Oliver’s lips when he was finally let into Kevin’s room. The pledge barely greeted his friend, he sped into the room so quickly. “Took you long enough. What were you even doing in here, man? I thought we agreed on 9 o’clock.” Oliver lectured semi-sternly, doing his best to not break. But, the other’s nonchalance and fun way of being had him cracking a smile before he even knew it. “A deal?” The smile vanished and a raised brow took it’s place. Deals were something he was wary of. Especially in a place like Beta were he seemingly had nothing to offer. “Oh, uh, yeah. I mean, I definitely need help getting ready for the Bowl. Literally anyone with two eyes could see that. But, how in Hell am I supposed to help you get ready for initiation?” If anything, he would only be bringing Kevin down. The man was practically a Beta already!

[oilcommaoliver]

A starter for: @thxplxdgxes​

“Kevin!” Oliver wailed, pounding on the man’s door with a groan. If he had to guess, he had been standing there, knocking, or banging, on his fellow pledge’s bedroom door for what seemed like hours. But, it was really just ten minutes or so. Nevertheless, Oliver was already getting antsy. “You told me to meet you at your door at 9 o’clock sharp! What’s the hubbub?! Said there was something important we needed to do before initiation was over?” Oliver called through the door with a groan, pressing his back against it, rolling down to the floor with a sigh. He knew good and well that he was probably, no, most certainly waking up every pledge and brother in the house. But, if he had to be up this early and wait for his friend, then so would everyone else.

[oilcommaoliver]

ofbetaboys·:

Peter licked his lips as he looked at the pledge, “Dude, the rituals are the best part of Beta, you’ll see once you’re in. If you get in” he winked. Peter smirked, “You can take it any way you see fit. But the buzz really suits you, pledge” his eyes scanned over the beautiful pledge. He secretly envied Dirk over this one. “Oh, I mean Dirk definitely gets first dibs on ya” he explained, But as long as the locks get buzzed we don’t really care who does it“” the brother continued. He then raised a brow at the other, “If I told you what the Peter experience was then it would ruin the mystery. But I’ll give you a hint. My pledges never can mouth off to me while I do it” he winked.

Sizing Peter up, Oliver took a tentative step towards him. “I’ll have you know that I will get in. Mark my words. I didn’t buzz off all my hair and run naked through the quad for a pat on the back and a thanks for playing. So, when I do inevitably become a brother, your brother, you can teach me all the marvelous ways of the Beta initiations, yeah?” Oliver asked simply, an unshakable confidence rolling off of him as he spoke. Perhaps it was being surrounded by gorgeous guys who didn’t let anything shake him, maybe it was the fact that the worst of initiation was behind him. Either way, nothing could get him off the high. “Why, thank you. If I had known how badly you wanted to do the buzzing, I would’ve let you guys tag team or something. Share the load, y’know?” Oliver was feeling generous, after all. “So, I never get to find out, huh?” The pledge asked, pouty lips coming out to play. “Who knows how long it’ll be until my hair grows back in. Guess the Peter experience will always allude me.” Oliver whispered a sigh.

[oilcommaoliver]

ofbetaboys·:

Peter smirked, looking at the cute pledge. His arms folded across his chest as the other male pulled off the cap he was wearing. “Damn” he put his heart over his chest, “Is there anything more beautiful than this?” he smirked, hand reaching out to rub the other’s head. “Fuckin’ Dirk” he laughed as his hands returned to cross over his chest. “Yeah, it’s a total shame that your locks have been chopped already” another laugh escaped his lips, “You missed out on the Peter experience” the male teased further.

“Something tells me that these Beta initiation rituals really gets you going, huh?” Oliver joked as he allowed for the other to give a quick rub down, bowing his head to the brother’s hand in the most over-dramatic fashion he could. “I don’t know if beautiful is the word I’d use, but I think I’ll take it as a compliment for myself rather than for the haircut.” Oliver shared in the laugh, rolling his eyes at the reaction to the other Beta brother. “Oh, come on, let’s be fair. He is my big brother, after all. Plus, he told me that he had to be the one to do it. Something about the rules of it all. So, I didn’t even really get a choice in the matter.” Raising a brow, he mirrored the other, folding his arms over his chest. “And what on Earth is the Peter experience? Could it really be that different from any other man clipping my hair?”

[prestonslxts]

open starter @betaboystarter​

Peter, dressed in just an old wife beater and a pair of gym shorts, was standing at the door way to the bathroom. He had just finished giving a stray pledge a Beta Buzzcut and was smirking as he looked out into the hallway, “So, who’s next?” he questioned with a cocky smirk on his lips. Clippers in hand he said, “C’mon, it’s almost time for the Beta Bowl and that means it’s time to let Daddy give you a cut” the brother grinned as he singled out a particular pledge.

[oilcommaoliver]

As he made his way down the hall, Oliver offered a sympathetic smile to his fellow pledge who had just gotten the buzz. His eyes then traveled to Peter, standing in the doorway like some power-hungry tyrant, but the hair-cutting version of that. “I hate to break it to you, Peter, and it’s really gonna sting but,” Oliver then swiftly removed the cap he was wearing from his head to reveal a somewhat fresh buzz. It was noticeable enough, but his hair was slowly staring to thicken once more. “Dirk managed to beat you to it. I’m sorry, though. I know you would’ve been thrilled to bits to sacrifice another pledge’s locks for the sake of initiation.” He offered the other fake condolences, giving a pat on the arm and a playful smirk in response.

[oilcommaoliver]

betabros·:

Kyle looked at him with a raised brow, “I thought this was manny’s room but  i guess i just came here by mistake you think after being here for a while i know where all the rooms are” He shrugged a shoulder as he looked at him. He had to admit if he was going to make a mistake he would rather be the kind that ended with him pushing his dick in to Oliver’s ass.  “Well someone has a bit of an attitude today is being a pledge not all is cracked up to be is someone about to toss in the towel.” He joked as he relaxed into the wall just looking at him. He knew that his presence was more then enough to piss off the other and that made him far happier then it should have. There was something about knowing that oliver hated him but also so willing to drop to his knees made him already half hard in his gym shorts. He laughed as he looked at him and took the towel all he did was place it around his neck and walk over to the bed that the other thought was going to keep him safe. “Please i can feel you eye fucking me.” He told the other with a smile as he moved closer and grabbed his chin so oliver was forced to look at him. “You can go ahead and say that now but i know you moan my name when you touch yourself i night and i know exactly what you wish i was doing that perfect ass you got so if you want to stop playing this game and be a good little boy we can both get what we want and i can be out of your hair much faster.” He dropped his chin with a chuckle “or i can find someone else and you can sit and pout by yourself” 

“Yeah, you’d think,” Oliver replied, though he doubted the brother ever did partake in the pastime of thinking. “Shows what a best friend you are, I think, if you can’t even remember what room he’s in.” He concluded, eyeing the man from the other said of the room. He often wondered how Manny and Kyle remained the best of friends; they were polar opposites in every sense of the word. After all, Manny was wonderful and sweet and caring and funny and Kyle was...Kyle. “The only time that you’re gonna catch me with any kind of an attitude is when you’re around. I’ll have you know that I love being a pledge.” A lie. But, he didn’t need to give Kyle the satisfaction of being right. “I’ve gotten to make loads of new friends and it’s only gotten me even more excited about becoming a brother.” It boiled his blood how easily Kyle got under his skin. It was as if that was what he was put on his planet for. And yet, he didn’t seem to hate him enough to completely oust him from his life. He could’ve easily ignored him every time he came around to bother him, but he didn’t. In fact, he gave so much of his energy and time to Kyle. So, part of his cocky presence was his own fault, it seemed. “Oh, please, you’re living in a dream world if you think -” But, his words were cut off by Kyle’s hand leading his chin to look at him. Actually look at him. All he could was swallow nervously, his snarky bravado melting away completely. Hearing the other describe the things he claimed to know about Oliver’s fantasies made him want to roll his eyes again, but Kyle had the power in that moment. And he couldn’t help but feel feel himself hardening in his shorts ever so. Again, he didn’t want to immediately give the man the satisfaction he craved, so he quickly stormed to his open door, shut it, and locked it quickly. Leaning back against the door, he breathed, narrowing his glance at Kyle. “Okay. We do this once and once only. And don’t you dare think about telling one about this, got it?” Oliver whispered sternly as he already began peeling off his clothes like a madman.

[gaycollegedaily]

[saviorofkirkwall]

@betaboystarter 

“Santa, Baby. Slip a sable under the tree, for me!” 

The chime of a frankly gorgeous voice echoing through the walls of the Beta house wasn’t loud enough to wake any of the wasted frat boys from their slumber, but it was enough to rouse anyone not having slept yet. Dressed in a far more ..sensual version of the traditional Santa Clause outfit; open jacket, no shirt underneath, red santa slippers, and of course a pair of cut-off..cut-off..cut-offs that made his ass look frankly astounding - all complete with a cute little bell-adorned hat, Clay made his way around the house, placing presents under the names of the young men he took care of every day. 

Every single one had the same note at the end. “You are always welcome here. Love, Momma Clay.” 

When he turned and noticed someone stood a few feet away from him, descending the stairs, he practically exploded. “No! Go back to bed; I’m not done pretending Santa came!”

[oilcommaoliver]

Just having hopped out of the shower, hearing the familiar mellifluous voice of the house’s mother hen brought a slightly amused smile to his lips. There were few people he looked up to as much as he did Clay. Momma Clay as he would be known around the house. Few people brought as much warmth and genuine happiness than Clay did. Which was why the man was universally adored by every member. And if someone didn’t hold a high opinion of Momma Clay, they dare not say lest they be socially outcast. It wasn’t uncommon for the man to be singing a little ditty as he went about his daily activities, but Oliver couldn’t help but wonder what was keeping him so late.

So, he sauntered down the main stairwell dressed in little more than a pair of grey sweatpants, his hair still slightly damp and shaggy from the shower. But, then he caught eye of Clay and Oliver practically dropped jaw. He always knew the man was built like a Greek God, but his Christmas ensemble...Jesus.

“Aw, c’mon, Momma Clay. We all know you’re the house’s resident Santa. I’ve only been a pledge for a short time, but even I know that,” He reasoned, hopping down the last step to meet the seductive Santa. “Lemme help you out with something. I was already up and about, so you’re not disturbing me or anything. And I’d like to spend more time you you, Clay. Get to know you better. Everyone around here loves you so much, it’s hard to get any alone time with you.” Oliver admitted, shrugging sheepishly before bringing his eyes back up to meet Clay’s. “Just name it and I’ll jump to it.”

[victor-michelet]

“What do you mean ‘what’s french kissing called in France?’ It’s just kissing. You guys don’t call your football American football… Do you?” He was already very tipsy. Not enough to embarrass himself too much, but just enough to be funnier, and harder to understand. Victor got close to the other without a warning and playfully pecked him in the lips. “See? Baiser. No, wait… Actually that would be a bisou, like you give your sister.” The boy rambled without noticing how close he was to the other.

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[oilcommaoliver]

“Wait, wait, wait. Hold it,” Oliver slurred. He wasn’t completely drunk, but he certainly wasn’t thinking every little word like he always did. “Does that mean you guys just call your French bread...bread?” He said with the biggest pout. “That’s disappointing. Wait, so all kissing is just called kissing? Then, what do you guys call kissing with tongue?” Oliver was now so genuinely curious, curious enough to lean in. So, he guessed Victor read his body language as leaning in for a kiss and bam! A peck. Just like that. Grinning like a goof, he laughed. “Well, I’m not your sister, now am I?” Oliver mumbled, walking his fingers up the other’s chest. “C’mon. Embrasse moi.” He cooed, hoping his high school French would pay off in that moment.

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@betaboystarter​

Calvin let out a small sigh as he ran his hand through his hair. He had been sketching something, but with the sketch now completed he was trying to think of what else he could do to pass the time. He stood up and accidentally bumped into someone. “Shit, my bad man,” Calvin said as he pushed himself up. “You good?”

[oilcommaoliver]

Pieces of sketchbook paper and pencils went flying as he collided the other body. But, instead of getting angry or frustrated as he hit the floor, his mind immediately went to cleaning up the mess he was sure he had made. “Oh, God, no, it was me.” Oliver murmured in reply, gathering up all the supplies and doing the best to put them into some kind of order before stumbling to his feet and handing everything back over. “Yeah, I’m fine. Can’t say much for my keister, but that’s neither here nor there,” Oliver waved off with a laugh. “How’re you, though? And your things? I hope I didn’t fuck up any of your art stuff. I know that stuff can be pricey.”

[kxngamongmen]

Morning where always shit in Manuel’s eyes he hated them and was hardly seen awake before noon. So the fact that he was out of bed and downstairs before ten was amazing. Sure he was half asleep and only in his boxers as he looked in the fridge and pulled out a water bottle before killing it. He was ready to go back to bed when he turned and saw the other in the kitchen, “Oh shit hey,” spoke with a small laugh and a smile, “sorry you just scared me a little im not fully awake.”  @betaboystarter​

[oilcommaoliver]

Oliver was more than not, an early riser. It was just the way his body was built to work. Even though he would’ve loved sleeping in during the weekend, his eyes always fluttered open early in the AM. Which just meant that he was more equipped to make a nice breakfast before the rest of the house descended upon the kitchen, making a mess of it. Watching Manny, however, shuffle in his boxers brought an amused smile to the pledge’s lips. “Didn’t mean to scare ya,” Oliver soothed as he gave a good flip to his pancake. “I’m just surprised to see you up this early. You must’ve gone to sleep at three in the afternoon yesterday to be up this early.” Oliver teased with a playful roll of the eyes. “So, what are the plans for day, then? You going back up to your room and hitting the hay again or,” A devilish little smile came to his lips. “are you going to stay down here and let me make you the best pancake you’ve ever had?”

[wildinwisteria-deactivated20200]

@betaboystarter​

It’s an abnormally hot day on campus today, so hot in fact that people are walking around in summer season clothes, and still breaking out into a sweat. Ali had been tasked by his big to wash his car by hand, which he was glad to do. Ali enjoyed doing tasks with his hands, and he particularly enjoyed that he was able to be outside on such a nice day. He peeled out of his shirt, puts sudsy water in a bucket and grabbed the water hose from the side of the Beta house, and got to work on his big’s car. He isn’t sure how much time has passed, but he catches the eye of someone standing nearby, and he looks at them, gives them a small wave and a smile, and goes back to dragging the soapy sponge across the hood of the car. “What?” He finally says, after noticing the person was staring at him for a while now, “Do you need your car washed, too? I would be glad to do it.” Ali’s always been a people pleaser, always wanting to lend a helping hand in any way that he can, and this time was no different. “Really, I don’t mind. I like using my hands.” 

[oilcommaoliver]

It was like something out of those cheesy college films that were directed at straight guys, but...different. It was almost mesmerizing to watch Ali wash the car by hand. Put it in slow motion and put some slow rock anthem to it and he had no doubt it’d go viral on the internet in a matter of hours. Being caught, however, was not as much fun. It was as if Ali had yanked the needle from his record, making the music stop abruptly with a ear-splitting scratch. But, it did bring back to reality. Which meant he realized how much he was staring. Going hot in the face, Oliver averted his eyes and kicked at the ground a little. “N-No, no! I’m good, thanks. I’d have to go over to the parking lot and drive it out over here and...yeah. Plus, you don’t need something else on your plate. Washing one car is hard enough, I bet.” He replied sheepishly, trying to make light of the whole situation. Last thing he need was for Ali to think of him as some kind of perv. “But, I’d be happy to help, if you like! I just got back from classes for the day, so it’s no trouble. And these clothes were in for a good washing anyhow, I think. Got a huge stain on it from lunch.” Oliver joked, offering the other his assistance. 

[oilcommaoliver]

fourbeta·:

“I’ll be damned, you do move.” Alston teased as, to his surprise, the other pledge actually came over to the table. Without giving him a chance to argue, or a chance to walk way, he leaned back in his seat before suddenly reaching out; his hands gripping at the other’s waist so he could yank him down into his lap. The other pledge landed a bit awkwardly, since he wasn’t given any power in the moment, but Alston tried to position himself so it would be easier for the boy to get comfortable in his lap. “So, here’s how you’re going to help me,” he mused as he wrapped his arms around the other’s midsection in a somewhat possessive display; and to make sure Oliver didn’t fall, or move. 

“Darren here,” he explained with a nod of his head, “dared me to accept his bet which is basically cheating but that’s beside the point. Anyway, he bet me $100 I couldn’t get someone to sit in my lap for the rest of the game and serve me shots whenever I wanted one; or whenever I was dared to take one.” Leaning up so his lips brushed against the shell of Oliver’s ear, his breath warm on his skin, Alston let his arms tighten a bit around the other pledge’s midsection as he spoke. “You didn’t look like you had anything else going on so I chose you; and you wouldn’t want me to lose $100 would you?”

“And what’s that supposed to me-ah!” Oliver yelped as he was pulled from his standing position down into the lap of the pledge. He was so momentarily stunned that he didn’t move at all; his face was just permanently stuck in a place of shock. So, in all reality he didn’t need to be held down so tightly. Though, the man’s iron grip on him brought him back into reality, causing him to squirm about tirelessly. Though, it was pretty clearly from how he was essentially human zip-tied by the pledge’s beefy arms that he wasn’t going anywhere. At least not until he helped him, apparently. So, all he could do in the meantime was at the very least position himself into a space where he didn’t look like some propped up mannequin, which involved a lot, a lot of wiggling around the stranger’s lap until his ass was as comfortable as it was going to get for the foreseeable future. This made him feel like he was giving the most constrictive lap dance of all time. So, he couldn’t help but cut the man a steely glance for making him look so foolish.

“Darren,” He curtly nodded to the smug looking man across the table; the man who was responsible for being in the human adult equivalent of a high chair. “Wait, wait, wait. Let me get this straight: instead of calling Darren out on his bluff and ending it right then and there, you decided it best to basically keep hostage on your crotch for the rest of this ridiculous game?” Oliver sternly spat, doing his best to look into the pledge’s eyes, though his position on him sort of made things a bit complicated in the way of making eye contact. “Plus, doesn’t the dare kind of imply that you had to persuade someone to stay on your lap on your own accord? I doubt that literally holding someone down would fulfill the requirements of the bet!” He shouted towards Darren across the table, hoping he would be a lifeline of sorts. But, the idiot just sat there, shit-eating smirk and legs spread wide like the conniving imbecile he was. Feeling Alston’s musky words against his ear made his skin prickle. That, combined with the tightening of his arms made for a situation that was both threatening and oddly sexual all at once. Swallowing his pride, he figured it best to just get through the game and be done with it. So, he shimmied back to a front-seated position to avoid looking at Alston (And to avoid him seeing how his jeans were just a little bit tighter). “Fine. I’ll be your lap waiter or whatever. Let’s just get this over with, alright? Let’s play!” Oliver called, now evidently speaking for the both of them.

[oilcommaoliver]

carringtoncomputes·:

“since some frat pledges can’t afford to go or don’t have anyone to go home to for Christmas, some of us seniors have decided to stay and get the pledges into the Christmas spirit” he smiled as he explains, slowly stripping off his santa coat, revealing his sexy metallic red boxer shorts. “So, as so many of the pledges are gay or bi, I’ve decided to lend my services as Daddy December… Your local Christmas stud.”. He revealed “It’s basically a way for you to feel more comfortable here at the frat house whilst some of us are away. Like I can offer sex, a cuddle, or even just a chat and a hot cocoa… Whatever you need. I’m not just here for sex.” He revealed, admitting his intentions were far from purely sexual.

Oliver couldn’t help but chuckle as he listened to Sexy Santa’s explanation. It was difficult to take the man seriously dressed as he was. “So, this is what the Christmas spirit is you, huh?” The pledge asked, another heart laugh escaping him. To Sexy Santa’s credit, it was a nice distraction; a nice laugh and a good looking man was something people craved, so he did his best not to take advantage of the moment and enjoy it. “Daddy December,” Oliver repeated with an approving nod of the head. “I like the name plenty, that I can give you, for sure.” He complimented taking in the sight before him. The fact that no one was around to see the whole spectacle made the whole show of it feel oddly intimate. And the more he found himself staring at Daddy December, the tighter he felt in his pajama pants. Even though he could be there for sexual purposes, the idea of popping a woody right then and there was a little embarrassing, so Oliver quickly covered his lap with his book before looking back up at the man. “Maybe...you should finish you show, your routine. And then, uh, we’ll decide where to go from there, hm?” Oliver concluded, actually excited to see whatever the man had up his sleeve.

[oilcommaoliver]

frxtslxts·:

Dirk felt in heaven as his beautiful pledge sucked on his cock. He grinned as he felt the other male’s mouth and tongue caress his throbbing length. As the boy played with his balls, Dirk knew that he was going to blow his load. This setting was just too hot for him to handle. He grunted and yanked on the boy’s soft hair as he moaned, “Pretty boy, I’m gonna blow” he warned as his back arched and the brother slipped his cock out of the boy’s mouth. His balls tightened and he let out a deep whimper as he shot his warm, sticky load all over the boy’s handsome face. A smirk on his lips, Dirk let go of his grip on the boy’s hair and mused, “Damn, you look so good like this” he took a pause to look at his boy. “Now, go wash it off and let’s finish cutting your hair” Dirk teased the other as he tucked his cock back in his briefs and walked over to the other side of the bathroom.

As hair was brought up in Dirk’s vice grip, bringing his head and eyes up to meet his, Oliver couldn’t help but don the happiest grin anyone had ever seen, his eyes bright and shining. The young pledge truly was in his happy place, on his knees, worshiping his big. The anticipation rose in him as he continued to suck down on the man’s girth before having popped from his lips. It all happened so quickly: Dirk grunted and declared he was finishing and with a quick buck of his hips, Oliver’s pretty, pristine face was covered in the stuff. Hell, he could barely see a thing over than Dirk’s shit-eating grin surveying him. Sighing, he nodded his head quickly as his big crossed to the other end of the room. Feeling curious, he swiped a thumb of Dirk’s load off his face and licked it straight off. Rather salty, he thought to himself. But, he totally understood the appeal. Rising from the floor and loosening the lock in his knees, he bent himself over the sink, giving his face a good washing. Once he was done, he still noticed how badly he was still tenting in his pants. Looking over at his big, he made the split-second decision to slip out of them into the tightest white boxer briefs. Kicking them aside, he joined Dirk back at the chair. “Sorry,” He quickly apologized before getting back in the chair, his boner all too apparent to try and cover. All of a sudden he felt bashful again, of all things. “I hope you don’t mind. I just kind of needed to let it...out, you know?” He chuckled nervously. “So, we still doing this, huh? Oliver asked with a sigh and a bit of whimper, grabbing hold of Dirk’s arm as he inspected himself with an edgy and cool looking undercut, minus how messed it was from all of Dirk’s man-handling.

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thetatemen·:

There’s a light chuckle that escapes the older man, letting his eyes linger on the shirtless male before him for only a few moments before he casts them down to the floor. “Yeah, I kind of figured you weren’t. I get lost in the house these days, it’s been over twenty years since I lived here, if you could believe that.” Benjamin jokes, looking back up at Oliver and gesturing to the gray in his beards with a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes, evidence of his age even more. The married older man finds himself slightly disappointed when Oliver puts a shirt back on, but he doesn’t dwell on it for too long. After all, he doesn’t need to get caught up in the ways of the Beta house, which includes the sex that takes place under the roof among the members of the fraternity.

“Seems like you’re the only one here. What’s up with that? You didn’t want to go out with the other guys?” Benjamin asks just as he looks down the hallway where the younger male points out his son’s bedroom, and it was the second option that he was going to try after this one. “Okay. I knew it was either this one or that one. Hopefully next time I don’t get too lost.” Benjamin says, looking at the younger male, who was now much closer than he was earlier, the two of them leaning against opposite sides of the door frame. Benjamin is silent for a moment, studying the other as he oftentimes does people, not catching himself until it’s been quite a while of silence. “Sorry,” Benjamin says, shaking his head and chuckling, his laugh deep and rich like coffee. “Sometimes I find myself staring at people, wondering about their life story and what they’ve been through. I’m a people person like that, I suppose. Someone who’s curious, if you will.” Benjamin licks his lips before continuing. “How are you adjusting to life here in the Beta house so far? Pledging and everything going well for you?”

“Wha-?” Oliver feigned shock, clutching his chest in shock. “You? No, it just couldn’t be! There’s no way you’re over...twenty-five! And that’s pushing it honestly.” The young man shot back with an enthusiastic finger pointed in his door-interloper’s direction. “No, look, in all seriousness this house is such a labyrinth. I wouldn’t be surprised if I left my room tomorrow and didn’t return for a solid week or so. Maybe if I offer myself to be the house’s directory, I’ll get an automatic bid. Must be worth a shot, right? That way I could help you out more often, yeah?” Realizing how suggestive it sounded coming out of his mouth, Oliver made quick strides to amend it. “Help people l-like you, I mean! Lost people! You know,” And int hat moment he wanted nothing more than for Benjamin to leave him in his embarrassed misery. So much time spent in the Beta house and he still hadn’t mastered the art of speaking to attractive men. He wasn’t quite sure if that day would ever come given his track record thus far.

“Oh, yeah. I’m not much a party-goer, myself. I don’t tell them that, though. Don’t want them to think I’m some square or that I’m not hip. So, I make these excuses of being sick or having all this homework I have to get done. I just don’t wanna jeopardize my standing here, so I say what I have to. And what about you, sir? You not much of a social butterfly?” Oliver questioned with a brow raised. Even if if he wasn’t, he would find it hard to believe that people wouldn’t want him to tag along to all of the Beta events. After all Benjamin was easily one of the most interesting and charismatic people in the house and he really had only had half a conversation with him thus far. Luckily for him, though, he had the man’s attention all to himself. Now mere inches apart from him, he feels nailed tot he spot by Benjamin’s gaze. Hell, it practically pierced his skin. And the jury was still out on whether or not he was into that. Regardless, it certainly left an impression. Gazing back, he snapped back into reality when Benjamin did. “Oh, is that all?” Oliver teased with a ghost of a smirk on his lips as he turned back into his room, hips sway slightly as he went back to idly tidying his room. “Look, how about this: I don’t think your son’s gonna be back anytime soon. He left with the other guys. So, you can pop a squat right here,” He ushered to a spot on his bed. “And you can ask me all kinds of life story and personal questions you want, alright?” Oliver offered with a friendly and inviting sort of smile. “As good as it can be. To be honest with you...it’s kind of trying. And really stressful. I just feel really wound up all the time and I haven’t really mastered a way to unwind. You get me?”

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Theodore couldn’t help but chuckle at the other’s proposed scenario. Deep down he knew that it wasn’t going to play out like a seventies slasher film, but he couldn’t help feel like it was. “Yeah, maybe we’ll throw in a live burial too” Theo teased at the other’s idea for mourning the loss of their locks. He tried to make it seem like he wasn’t as nervous and scared as he truly was. “Dude, you’re so lucky that Dirk made you just get it over with instead of dragging it out for ages” he ran his hand through his hair, a natural reaction for him. “Dirk scares me so much” he laughed as he thought of the beefy man that roamed the halls. In his opinion Tristan was thoughtful and kind and only doing what he had to do. “I’d be able to do twenty” Theo admitted, “I do go to the gym, you know” he added with a bit of a smirk. He then mused at the idea of slicking his hair back before it all got chopped off, “I couldn’t agree more” he nodded his head before teasing, “Y’know my hair’s in pretty high demand so I’ll have to check the books to see if it’s free right now” Theo paused, “And it looks like I have a cancellation so this time slot is all yours”

“Ooh, a live burial, huh?” Oliver echoed, mulling over the idea like it was an actual possibility. “Well, if that’s the case then you’re gonna have to let me know what kind of flowers you like ahead of time. I won’t be planning a service only to find out after the fact that flowers I picked you were allergic to when you were here.” Oliver teased right back. At this point, it was so humorous to him how seriously and gravely he took the loss of his hair before it even happened. If he could save Theo from that kind of anxiety by making such light of it, then that was what he would do. “Yeah...Dirk’s kind of an in and out kind of guy. He’s not really the kind of person to leave things prolonged or on the table too long. He’s got people to do, things to see. Or however that saying goes.” He laughed a short and curt chortle. “Honestly, that’s a natural reaction. He looks like any stereotypical guy who’d shove you in a locker back in high school. But, I swear he’s not like that. For the most part. I can promise you, though, that he isn’t a guy you should fear.” Oliver reassured. No doubt that Dirk had a myriad of different reputations in the house. All he could do was give his perspective. “Oh, I see that, big guy. No doubt you could bench any dude in this place.” Oliver played in to the narrative, gob-smacking at Theo’s arms. Chuckling, he crossed his legs and checked his invisible watch while waiting for his appointment. “Oh, thank God! I don’t normally do walk-ins! C’mon, now,” Oliver said gleefully, taking the other’s hand in his. “We’re about to make you the hottest guy in this joint. Not that you aren’t already,” Oliver teased with a playful wink as he dragged his new friend up to his bathroom.