Oliver

[connorbrownbakes]

Connor grinned, a thrill running down his spine not just at Oli's remark that last night covered it in terms of ways to make Oli smile, which was already incredibly hot, but also the largely unabashed way Oli said it. "Hm, so more wine and cheese, then?" He teased, his wide grin giving away that he was not, in fact, thinking about more wine and cheese. Though he'd enjoyed that part of the evening too. He was also really enjoying the fact that Oli had apparently noticed him right when he'd started working at the pub, enough that other people had noticed him noticing Connor. Thankfully not so obviously he hadn't been able to hide it, though Connor wasn't going to mention all the things Nova had to say. Connor's grin widened when Oli laughed at his comments; he really liked Oli's laugh, especially when it was because of something Connor said. Connor chuckled, a little bashful when Oli said he looked cute with flour in his hair, which confirmed that Oli had definitely seen him with flour in his hair. Probably on multiple occasions. Thank Merlin Oli thought it was cute. Oli's addition was a surprise. Connor hadn't been fishing for compliments there, but he sure didn't mind Oli telling him he was just hot. Connor wasn't sure he'd ever get over the fact Oli thought he was hot, but what Oli said next was enough to pull his attention and have him letting out a surprised laugh. "Wait, you think it's weird that I smile a lot? How is that weird?"

[oliryan]

"Wine and cheese are a good place to start. Though not too much of those either," he added with a smile that showed he knew Connor was teasing. Oli had maybe gotten a little too comfortable though since he might have just insulted Connor. "It's just a lot. I don't get it. Course Cene smiles a lot too. I guess it's just a Hufflepuff thing" Oli shrugged a little. Smiling so much just seemed like a strange habit to him. He was pretty sure you could be happy without smiling so much. "But like I said, it's not like a bad thing, it's just a little weird to me," he added with an apologetic tone. Hopefully he hadn't actually offended Connor. He didn't mean to.

[connorbrownbakes]

Connor smiled when Oli agreed that it didn't matter that Connor was terrified of flying. He'd figured as much, or he wouldn't be sitting in Oli's kitchen holding his hand and drinking his coffee while Oli confessed to staring at him at the pub. But it was still nice to hear Oli confirm it out loud, that he didn't care that Connor didn't fly. And it helped, too, to think about it in terms of how he also didn't mind that Oli didn't like sweets. It was disappointing Connor wouldn't be able to shower him with delicious pastries, but it wasn't like Connor fancied Oli because he'd ordered Connor's sweets. Still, it was nice to hear that Oli had liked his bread. And thought he was a good baker. He didn't mind Oli not liking sweets but he'd be pretty upset if he thought Oli thought he was a shit baker. Connor had put in a lot of work to get where he was now, even though he was still kind of floored he was doing so well on bake off. He let out a sheepish chuckle when Oli said he couldn't eat a lot of bread, like he already knew Connor was planning to keep him stocked with fresh loaves. That was a little disappointing too. But at least his bread was something Oliver would eat and like. He let out a sigh. "Guess I'll have to figure out ways to make you smile that won't destroy your healthy quidditch diet." He smiled, giving Oli's hand a squeeze. Then his grin turned a little mischievous and he added, "I still can't believe everyone at the pub thinks you like my sweets when really you like me." Connor's grin didn't stay mischievous for long, instead growing wide and pleased, a delighted laugh falling past his lips. "Was it the apron and the flour in my hair that did it for you?" He teased, nudging Oli's knee with his own playfully.

[oliryan]

Oli chuckled when connor said he'd have to figure out ways to make him smile. "I thought last night pretty much covered that," he told Connor with only a little bit of bashfulness in his smile. He huffed out a laugh when Connor talked about everyone thinking he liked the sweets, it might have had a touch of relief to it. Thank fuck everyone thought he just had a raging sweet tooth. Oli could live with that. It felt on par with people at school thinking he was pining away for Violetta because it required very little from him. Before he had a chance to ask Connor if they really did, just to reassure himself Connor was making him laugh again. "I mean you do look pretty cute with flour in your hair," he admitted. "But I dunno. You're just hot. You smile a lot which is kind of weird but you have a nice smile so not too weird I guess."

[connorbrownbakes]

Connor smiled into their kiss, still floored by the fact that Oli had noticed him when he'd first started working at the pub. Noticed him enough that someone noticed him noticing Connor. It was still a little disappointing that Oli wasn't, in fact, a fan of Connor's sweets, but the fact that he didn't like sweets in general eased that sting. Not to mention the fact that the only reason Connor had that wrong impression was because Oli had gotten caught looking at him. That was hard to be too disappointed over. So Oli's question caught him by surprise. "Mad? No, of course not," he said, stroking a finger over Oli's cheek lightly before moving his hand off of Oli's face. It felt weird to just sit there touching Oli's face once they weren't kissing. Though Connor did like touching Oli, so he dared to take Oli's hand instead. "I mean, you never actually told me you like sweets. I just assumed." Which had been a fair assumption on his part, he thought, but still. He'd never actually seen Oli eat the sweets. "I am a little disappointed," he admitted. "Not like--I don't mind that you don't like sweets. I think it's weird, who doesn't like sweets?" he teased, nudging Oli playfully before he continued, more serious, "But it's not a big deal. Just like how you don't mind that I'm terrified of flying, right?" It felt kind of the same to Connor. And he was pretty sure Oli didn't mind that. "It's just a little disappointing because..." Connor hesitated, a little nervous about how he was going to finish that sentence, but he was in this deep, so he continued with a shy smile. "I like baking for the people I care about." A category that included Oli now. Hopefully that wasn't weird. It shouldn't be weird, right? They'd made out all morning. "It just, like, makes me happy to make the people I care about happy by baking for them, you know? So it's too bad you won't wanna touch a lot of what I make. But maybe it'll be kind of a fun challenge, broaden my horizons into savory baking. I've done a fair bit of that for bake off already," he added with a smile. "Oh! And what about that bread I made you? Did you like that?" Oli had said he did, but now Connor wondered if he was just being nice about that. "Its okay if you didn't," he added quickly. "I just wanna know what you actually like."

[oliryan]

It felt kind of weird to be sitting in his kitchen holding Connor's hand but it was also kind of nice. He laughed when Connor said he thought it was weird Oli didn't like sweets. Lots of quidditch players didn't eat them but he didn't say that. "No," Oli answered, because it didn't matter that Connor was afraid of flying. Maybe it was kind of a similar thing too. Oli's heart did some weird things when Connor talked about who he baked for. Except it didn't mean like...well anything. Conor seemed like one of those people who cared about everyone. A little weird too Oli but probably a Hufflepuff thing. Cene sometimes said or did weird stuff too. Thankfully the subject turned to the bread Connor had backed. "Yeah, no, that was really good. You're a good baker, I meant that." Because it did seem to Oli that Connor was good. Actually a lot of things pointed to that not just the bread being good. "I can't eat a lot of bread," he added because Connor seemed to bake a lot. "But if you're baking some and wanna share I'd totally eat it." Hopefully Connor didn't think he needed to bake specifically for Oli. That would probably be too much bread plus Connor seemed pretty busy so way too much extra work for him.

[connorbrownbakes]

"Oh." Connor wasn't really sure what Oli meant by that. He'd definitely freaked out when girls hit on him, maybe even more before he'd realized he was gay than after. Maybe Oli had always dealt with that to some degree thanks to quidditch. Connor was curious, but it was hard to focus on girls when Oli was revealing he'd never liked sweets but had been ordering them at the pub for ages because a waitress thought he'd been looking at them when really he'd been looking at-- you. "Oh." Connor's voice was barely a whisper. "I--really? You were looking at me?" Oli had said it, but it still felt kind of unbelievable that Oli had noticed him that long ago--what, putting out desserts? "So....you don't like sweets, but you ordered them from the pub for years so no one would realize you were looking at me and not my desserts?" As much as Connor had liked thinking Oli liked his sweets, it was kind of hard to be disappointed hearing that. His lips curled into a grin, his heart doing some very embarrassing fluttery things. "Oli," Connor said softly, realizing, now that the truth was finally starting to sink in, just how embarrassed Oli looked. Connor reached out and put a hand under Oli's chin, gently encouraging him to look up at him. "That's so fucking cute. You're so fucking cute," Connor told him earnestly, a wide grin on his lips as he leaned in to give Oliver a kiss.

[oliryan]

Normally he'd be thrilled when a conversation about girls moved to anything else not related to girls. Except that conversation was now on him ogling Connor in public so obviously he'd had to lie to cover it up. And the lie was so bad that Oli had ended up having to order desserts for years and pretend he had a sweet tooth. Which was a little easier then pretending to be into girls but had also pushed him into a lot of uncomfortable positions. Like how to get rid of the sweets. Oli could have thrown them away, probably. But even Oli knew that a lot of work must have gone into them. He'd seen Jamie take things to the front office for the women there before. Oli had always wished he could be more like Jamie and this felt like a small thing he could that was like Jamie. Except it had involved a lot of awkwardness on his part. Which lingered despite how friendly they all were to him. And now he was having to confess to Connor that he'd lied, that he'd ogled him (more than once), and that he did not like the thing that Connor's life seemed to revolve around. He couldn't tell what Connor was thinking or feeling based on his voice and Oli couldn't bring himself to actually look at the bloke. Instead he just nodded, keeping his eyes glued to his protein shake like he thought the protein powder might crawl out of the cup. He allowed Connor to raise his head and was surprised by the wide grin on Connor's face and his words. Oli didn't think he'd been called cute since he was ten maybe younger. But Connor was kissing him and all his attention was on that. Once the kiss broke off Oli probably ruined the mood but he couldn't stop himself from asking. "So you're not mad at me that I don't like sweets?"

[connorbrownbakes]

Connor was kind of surprised to hear Oli wasn't good with girls. Maybe he just meant girls who were into him. "Is that 'cause they get all weird about you being hot and famous?" Connor always felt awkward when girls flirted with him, and he'd only gotten a small taste today of what Oli probably dealt with all the time in that regard. But while he was curious about that comment, he was more stuck on the fact that Oli had ordered his desserts for years even though he didn't like sweets and just gave them away to the Puddlemere office staff. It ultimately wasn't that important, maybe. It wasn't like Oli was buying his sweets and throwing them away, or like he thought they were bad, even though it was disappointing to know they weren't to Oli's tastes. Connor should just let it go, probably. But it didn't make sense, and he'd been so sure Oli liked his sweets, he couldn't help himself from asking. Oli was blushing, looking away from him, and Connor still couldn't understand why he was embarrassed? Because a waitress thought he was looking at the desserts so he'd ordered one? And then continued thinking he was interested in the desserts? Had Oli just thought they looked nice? Connor didn't see what was embarrassing about that. Only--she'd thought he was looking at the desserts, Oli had said. But what else could Oli have been looking at by the desserts that was so embarrassing he started ordering a dessert he didn't want every time he came to the pub? Unless....wait. But--no. Surely not. Unless.... The realization hit Connor so fast it was written all over his face, though he still wasn't sure he believed it. He was missing something, probably. Oli had been ordering desserts at the pub for years, there was no way that for years he'd been looking at-- Connor swallowed. "So, er....if you weren't looking at the desserts, then...." Connor's heartbeat picked up a little, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips but he tried to bite it back. He was probably wrong. "What were you looking at?"

[oliryan]

"Nah, they've always been weird. I've never known how to deal with them." Maybe deal was a strong word but it's how Oli had always felt. Girls had always been something to deal with. He just couldn't figure out how to. Now he couldn't figure out how to get out of this conversation. Oli did not see Connor's small smile because he was too embarrassed to look up. Instead he just blushed more and rubbed the back of his neck. "I er..." Fuck. "You," he mumbled. Oli still couldn't believe he'd been so obvious like that. He had a lot of practice not finding a bloke hot and not showing if he did. Yet, Connor waltzes into the pub and Oli is staring at him like some perv. He felt pretty sure the waitress hadn't caught on. He hoped anyway. But just knowing he'd been caught had been, and was still terrible.

[connorbrownbakes]

Yeah, Connor was definitely missing something here, because Oli apparently hadn't even paid attention to whether his new pub had desserts to bring back for the office ladies. Which would suggest that he hadn't been giving them sweets because he wanted to give them sweets. Oli's comment, as if just realizing he could still bring them sweets and completely unsure about the idea, just reinforced that. And apparently Charlie working there was a deterrent after all, though it still sounded like it wasn't the reason Oli had stopped bringing sweets over. Connor was distracted from his confusion for a moment when Oli admitted to not being able to tell which twin was which. Connor couldn't help but let out a surprised laugh at that. "Really? I'm surprised with the fake dating thing she didn't give you any tips on how to recognize her." If they'd really dated Connor would have been surprised Oli hadn't figured out how to recognize her, but for a fake dating situation it didn't seem that bad. Dora and Charlie did really look alike. But Connor didn't really want to talk about Charlie and Oli fake dating. He was still kind of stuck on the Oli not liking sweets of it all. "Okay, but--hang on. If you weren't buying my sweets specifically to give them away to the front office ladies, then why did you always get them? If you don't like sweets?"

[oliryan]

Oli shrugged at Connor's comment. "We didn't really talk. I'm not good with girls," he told Connor honestly. Which actually wasn't. If he was being honest it would be more of he was a disaster with girls. Because he had no idea what to do with them. How to talk to them. Any of it. He liked it much better when girls did not bother him. Connor's questions had him blushing and looking away. This was so embarrassing. "I um.." He tried to start and faltered. "One of the waitresses thought I was looking at the desserts one day and I ordered one and it just became a thing. Every day she'd ask what dessert I was interested in and I'd just mumble something out and end up with a sweet I didn't want." It had been a horrible cycle that Oli had no idea how to break. Except when he stopped going it had stopped at least.

[connorbrownbakes]

Oli looked embarrassed when Connor asked about the sweets, which only confused him even more. Shouldn't Connor be the one who was embarrassed for assuming Oli liked his baking? When instead he was just....giving them to the ladies in the front office? "Oh." That was confusing. He wasn't even getting them for a specific person? He was just....buying Connor's sweets and giving them away? Or maybe Oli just liked the front office ladies and wanted to do something nice for them, show his appreciation for the work they did for his team. That was kind of sweet, actually. And surely even if Oli didn't care for Connor's sweets, he wouldn't be getting them for the front office ladies if he thought they were shit. Which, Connor was also aware had been a stupid thought. Oli had said lots of nice things about Connor's baking and how he was doing on bake-off, and he didn't really feel like Oli would do that if he thought Connor was a shit baker. But he was still kind of confused and disappointed. He'd really thought Oli liked his sweets. And he was doubly confused by what Oli was saying about Cene's cousin. Apparently the women in the office thought Oli was bringing them sweets to see Charlie? And that he'd stopped so he wouldn't have to see her? Connor felt like he was still missing something here. "So....you were buying my sweets to give to the front office ladies? And they liked them? But...you're not giving them sweets anymore? Does your new pub not have desserts?" Maybe it was because of Charlie. He'd always seemed awkward around her even when Connor thought they were for real dating, maybe the whole fake dating thing had been weird and awkward and he was trying to avoid her now. But the way Oli had said that the women all thought that was why had him feeling like that wasn't it. Which made him feel like he was missing something here.

[oliryan]

Oli's face went ta little blank when Connor asked if the pub he and Cene were going to had desserts. Did some pubs not? Maybe. He just had no idea if the pub did or not. "I dunno?" Oli didn't mean to answer the question with a question but he also had no idea. "But yeah I was giving them to the front office ladies. I guess I could give them sweets still," he said still confused and not sure about bringing them sweets. "Except Cene's cousin works there. Two of 'em. In truth I don't know which is which either." They really ought to wear name tags. Maybe he should buy them sweets. At least for when he went in to ask for tickets. That was maybe a nice thing to do. Maybe he'd look and see if that pub had sweets. He could go back to the one Connor worked at except not really. Oli was sort of afraid that if Connor wasn't put off by him not liking sweets that being near him in public would somehow give away what they'd done private.

[connorbrownbakes]

It was a little surprising to hear Oli say he was shit at magic. Connor had heard plenty of stereotypes about quidditchers being bad at magic, but he didn't like to put stock in stereotypes. Still, maybe it made some sense that if Oli had spent Hogwarts preparing to play quidditch, he probably hadn't been super into his schoolwork. Clearly it had paid off for him. "Oh. Well then you're lucky you missed the lessons, honestly, 'cause they spent most of them explaining all the ways we could accidentally maim ourselves," Connor said with a chuckle. But apparition was forgotten in his confusion over what Oli was saying about not liking sweets. Any time of day. Ever. And--really bad at night. Really bad, he said, as if sweets were always bad. Because he didn't like them. "Oh." Connor frowned. He didn't generally care if someone had a sweet tooth or not. Sweets weren't for everyone, and there were plenty of things he could bake for people who didn't want sweets. But. "But....wait. I'm confused. You always ordered my sweets at the pub. Like, every time you came." At first it had been noteworthy because quidditch players didn't usually eat a lot of sweets. Then it was noteworthy because it was Oliver. But....he'd always ordered Connor's sweets to go, Connor was remembering. He'd never actually seen Oli eat them. Oh. Fuck. "Were those all just for someone else? I just assumed...." Connor's stomach dropped. He was an idiot. Did Oliver like Connor's baking at all? Rationally, Connor knew that Oliver not liking sweets did not equal Oliver thinking he was a shit baker. But he'd spent years thinking Oliver specifically liked his baking. And he'd liked that Oliver liked his baking. He liked baking things for people to make them smile, and he'd liked the thought that he could do that for Oliver. The thought that he'd been so off base--and that he'd been stupidly offering Oli sweets for years thinking he wanted them--left him feeling disconcerted and unsure of himself.

[oliryan]

Oli's brows bunched together in confusion. That sounded terrible. But as he had no plans to apparate he wasn't too worried about it. He looked very embarrassed when Connor mentioned him ordering sweets at the pub. "Yeah I--" He rubbed the back of his neck. Before he admitted to giving them away Connor asked if they were for someone else. "I just gave them to the ladies in the front office," he admitted. "They all really loved them though." Oli wasn't sure if that admission helped or not. "I dunno if all of them came to the pub but I know some of them did cause they asked where I got the desserts and I told them. A couple of them have even asked me why I don't bring any in anymore. But i think some of them think it's because Cene's cousin works there. I dunno if they think I was bringing them in to see her or what but it does seem they think I'm not so I don't see her." Oli wasn't concerned with all of that aside from maybe it meant the awkward dating thing had worked okay. Maybe her co-workers thought she'd dumped a quidditch player. He didn't know if that was something that owuld be seen as good or not but he hoped it wasn't causing trouble for her. Right now he mostly just hoped not liking sweets wouldn't put Connor off. Except maybe it wouldn't be a bad thing if it did. Oli really hoped it didn't though.

[connorbrownbakes]

It was disappointing to hear Oli had an early morning tomorrow. That sounded like a 'no' to Connor, but at least it sounded like a scheduling no rather than Oli not wanting to see him again so soon. Hopefully it wasn't a not wanting to no disguised as a scheduling no. And--wait, Oli couldn't apparate? "Oh." That was a surprise, though Connor realized a second later it shouldn't have been. "Oh, right. They didn't teach that 'til after you left school, right?" Connor hadn't really thought about how leaving Hogwarts early like that would mean things like not being able to apparate. Before Connor could say anything more about that, though, Oli spoke up again. "What?" Connor blinked, his brow furrowing in confusion. Did Oli just say he didn't like sweets? That didn't make sense. Oliver always ordered Connor's sweets when he and Cene came to the pub, and he used to come to the pub a lot. Plus he'd taken Connor's sweets at Tooker quidditch. And "You mean, like, you don't like sweets late at night? I get that."

[oliryan]

"Yeah," he agreed. "But I'm shit at magic so it didn't matter." Connor was clearly not shit at magic but Oli wasn't embarrassed about it. The last time he'd been embarrassed by it was in school. Even then he didn't care, he just wanted to play quidditch. The bigger thing was him admitting he didn't like sweets. Which Connor did not get despite his declaration of getting it. "No. I don't like them at any time of the day. I've never really liked them." Which might be a problem since Connor literally made sweets. Probably really liked them too. "But they're probably really bad late at night, yeah." Oli wasn't sure why he'd added that. It didn't matter. He didn't eat sweets.

[connorbrownbakes]

It was new and different, sitting in a bloke's kitchen (his very nice kitchen, which Connor hadn't been able to help exclaiming over, especially the very large oven), drinking fancy coffee and a protein shake that was surprisingly okay but not something Connor would be incorporating into his own daily routine. Both made by said hot bloke. By said hot bloke who Connor had slept with last night and then made out with in bed this morning. And the hot bloke in question was Oliver, who Connor had been crushing on since he started frequenting the pub. It all felt a bit surreal. And maybe tenuous. Connor still wasn't sure Oli wasn't gonna freak out and decide they shouldn't do this again. But that was kind of out of Connor's control, so he was just trying to relax and enjoy the warm, quiet morning with Oli. It was nice. Connor asked Oli about his quidditch practice and shared that he'd be spending the rest of his morning and afternoon doing a timed attempt at a croquembouche before he went to an evening shift at the pub. After which he was hoping to do a practice batch of macarons for his signature patisserie week challenge. "You could come over tonight, if you want," he blurted out the suggestion before he could think better of it. "I'll be baking, but we could still hang out." Ethan and Hestia hung out while he baked a lot. But maybe that was a weird thing to invite Oli over for when this thing, whatever it was, was so new. And too soon, maybe; they'd just hung out last night and this morning. Did Connor sound desperate? "You could be my taste-tester," he added with a grin, like maybe that would make it more enticing. Oli did always order Connor's desserts so hopefully it would. "And, um, I can change the charms on my flat so you could apparate right inside. But--no worries if its too late or you're busy, or if just watching me bake sounds boring," he added quickly.

[oliryan]

This was surprisingly nice. Connor talked a lot but Oli found he didn't mind it. Usually he liked a quiet morning, but yeah, it was nice. It was a surprise when Connor invited him over after talking about how busy his day and night was. Or sounded busy to him. "I have a match tomorrow night so an early morning practice," he told Connor. "Also I can't apparate." Oli doubted he'd be able to even if he'd been at Hogwarts that year. He'd never been good at magic. This might be a good time to confess to the not liking sweets thing, Oli realized. Except he was pretty embarrassed about it. "And um..." he started, staring into his shake before he could continue. "I don't like sweets." Now it was out.

[connorbrownbakes]

Connor had tried, mostly successfully, not to think about kissing the cute quidditch player who was a regular at his teammate's sister's pub and always ordered Connor's desserts. But when he did let himself daydream about it, this was the kind of kissing he imagined: soft and sweet and unhurried. The bed part was different; Connor had very deliberately not thought about Oliver in bed, at least not until the other night. But even still, this was warm and gentle and nice, and the fact they were kissing like this in Oli's bed just made everything feel cozier and more intimate in a way Connor wasn't thinking about too hard. He was just thinking about how Oli's mouth was soft and warm, and nice Oli's hands felt on him. The heat from last night was still at a simmer, and Connor didn't mind. As Oli leaned back against his pillows, Connor shifted a little, leaning into Oli and stretching out his legs behind him until he was laying on top of Oli. Connor didn't know how long he laid like that, practically melting into Oli, kissing him with no thought others than how much he liked this: Oli's mouth on his, Oli so close, their bare chests pressed together, the soft, gentle touches. Connor felt light and buzzy and warm and he could have kept kissing Oli like that even longer, but the moment was eventually interrupted by a sound that it took Connor a second to process was his stomach grumbling. Oh. He broke the kiss, flushed and smiling, to let out a sheepish, breathless chuckle. "Guess maybe it's time for breakfast?"

[oliryan]

Oli was surprised when Connor moved so he was now laying on top of him. Truthfully he expected things to get hotter after that. Instead the pace stayed the same. Oli was kind of obsessed with the way Connor was kissing him. It was soft and sweet. He liked the way Connor's weight felt on top of him, pressing him into the mattress. He liked the taste of his toothpaste in Connor's mouth as they slowly kissed, tongues curling around each other lazily this morning instead of the heated frenzy of last night. Oli was seeing the appeal in longing around in bed. He was slightly breathless and a little lost when the kiss ended. Too caught up in everything to realize what had happened until Connor told him. "Yeah, okay," he agreed softly. Oli would rather keep kissing but breakfast was probably a good idea. When Connor rolled off him it was a lot easier to focus on breakfast. He led the way into the kitchen. "I have a machine, I can do espresso, café au lait, or some other ones if you want something else. And uh if you didn't want a shake that's fine, I have...I dunno. Cheese, figs, some other fruit. Probably some other stuff."

[connorbrownbakes]

Oli's voice sounded as breathless as Connor felt being this close to Oli--in his bed!--and it was kind of amazing. Everything about this was kind of amazing, from that blush on Oli's cheeks as Connor looked at him to the way Oli's hand felt stroking his cheek. Connor leaned into the touch a little, grinning when Oli repeated Connor's own compliment back to him. "Thanks. I bet you kiss really good in the morning, too." It was a nonsensical statement, but Connor wasn't really thinking about that. His eyes had found Oli's mouth and stayed there, and all he was thinking about was that he got to kiss Oli in his bed. So he leaned in closer and did just that, kissing Oli softly and pushing him back gently against his pillows. There was no urgency to his actions, though kissing Oli always made Connor's skin heat up. But right now it felt more like a gentle simmer than a blazing heat as Connor kissed Oli slow and lazy, letting himself enjoy the feeling as his arm slid softly from Oli's shoulder down to his bicep. Merlin, Connor liked Oli's biceps.

[oliryan]

His breath stuttered slightly and he smiled at Connor when he spoke. Thankfully he didn't have time to worry if that was a weird reaction. Connor was kissing him and it was.... Oh. Considering how before Connor he'd only had one kiss it probably shouldn't have been a surprise to him how many different ways you could be kissed. After all while he had no experience to speak of other people kissed lots. For reasons he'd never tried to understand Sturgis and Freddie liked kissing as many birds as they could. Maybe he should have realized you could be kissed in many ways. Maybe that was what kept people like his teammates from getting bored with kissing. But prior to kissing Connor he'd done all he could to not think about kissing at all. So here he was surprised once again to find Connor kissing him in a new way. Somehow just as wonderful as all the other ways. Oli didn't try to turn it into last night's hurried, heated kisses. He just let his eyes slip closed and laid back further against his pillows when Connor pushed him back. He slid his hand from Connor's cheek to his neck and then down to his shoulder. Oli moved his other hand and rested it gently on Connor's waist.

[connorbrownbakes]

Connor laughed when Oli said a protein shake didn't count as food. "You're really not making the protein shake sound better, but I am kind of curious," he replied with a grin. Only it felt like a shame to get right out of Oli's very soft, very comfortable bed when he and Oli were both shirtless with nowhere to be this morning. Still, Connor felt a little flustered over just suggesting they snog in Oli's bed. Maybe that was weird. It was definitely weird when he remembered he hadn't brushed his teeth yet. Who wanted to kiss morning breath? Or--oh. Oli had a toothbrush he could use. Which kind of felt like a yes to the snogging in bed. Connor grinned, a little thrill running down his spine. "Be right back," he told Oli, still grinning, as he got out of bed and went to the bathroom. Once he was freshened up, including quickly washing his face, he came back into the bedroom, his whole body tingling with excited anticipation at the sight of Oli in his bed waiting for him. Wow. So this was really happening. Connor grinned at Oli, a little bashful as he made his way over to the bed, hesitating for just a second before he decided to go for it and climbing on so that he was sitting facing Oli, straddling his legs. "Hi," he breathed out, one of his hands moving to cup Oli's cheek while the other settled on his shoulder. He felt almost giddy, sitting like this with Oli, comfortable in Oli's bed, completely intentionally and during daylight hours. For maybe the first time, Connor let himself just sit and look, taking in Oli's eyes, his eyebrows, the still-wet hair, the shape of his nose, his strong jawline, that mouth that drove him crazy last night. "You look really good in the morning. Er--you look really good all the time," he added quickly, smile turning a little flustered now. "But I like you like this," he explained, a little shyly.

[oliryan]

"I like it," he replied with a sheepish smile. Thoughts of coffee and shakes were quickly replaced with nerves about snogging in bed. Oli still felt awkward and unsure what to do, even more so in the light of the day. Thankfully Connor seemed more sure. Because even though Connor's grin looked a little bashful his actions were not. "Hi," Oli breathed out already feeling a little breathless just from Connor straddling him like this. That was a lot. So was the way Connor was looking at him. Oli tried not to squirm or look away, though his cheeks felt warmer. "Thanks. You look really good too," he replied with a slightly bashful smile of his own. Oli moved one of his hands from where they were resting, sort of uselessly, on the bed and stroked Connor's cheek lightly. It was hard to believe that Connor was actually in his bed. If he thought about it too much he might freak a little. So far Oli was doing a pretty good job of only thinking about it just enough to marvel at it. "All the time, but yeah the morning too." The addition was not needed but so much of what Oli said around Connor wasn't. His mouth seemed to just open on it's own and let his thoughts and things out into the open without his permission.

[connorbrownbakes]

Connor realized halfway through stretching that Oli's eyes were on him in more than just the way you looked at the person you were talking to, and it sent a little thrill down his spine. Connor really didn't get how Oli thought he was someone worth looking at like that, but after last night it was kind of hard to doubt Oli really did like what he was seeing. The thought had his skin heating up a little. Still, he was worried he was maybe in Oli's way, so it was a relief to hear Oli didn't have anywhere to be off to soon. And that Oli didn't seem keen to send Connor out the door quickly either. Instead he was offering coffee and breakfast. Well, a protein shake. Which didn't exactly sound like breakfast to Connor, but it was a nice offer. "That sounds nice, thanks. Well--the coffee sounds nice. I'm a little skeptical of the protein shake, to be honest, but I'm willing to give it a try since you haven't steered me wrong with food so far," he admitted with a teasing grin. Hopefully Oli wouldn't be offended, but Connor had seen the shit Jacob drank during auror training so some healthy skepticism felt warranted. He supposed he ought to get up, then, so they could get to the coffee and the questionable breakfast. Only Oli's bed was so cozy, and Oli was looking so hot all shirtless and fresh from his shower, and they had some time this morning..... "Would you...." The word was past his lips before Connor could think better of it, though he did hesitate, smiling a little bashfully before he continued, "Would you wanna maybe come back to bed and snog a little first? Just--if you want. Since neither of us is in a hurry...." Connor's cheeks flushed a little. He probably shouldn't feel so shy about asking the bloke who'd sucked his dick last night and then let him sleep over if he wanted to snog, but this was new territory. Maybe Oli wasn't into snogging in the morning. Which--"Oh shit! Wait. I haven't even brushed my teeth. That's probably weird, sorry," the words tumbled out followed by a flustered laugh. Wow, he was bad at this.

[oliryan]

He laughed lightly at Connor's comment about the protein shake. "I mean it's a protein shake, not sure it qualifies so much as food, sort of in-between I guess. I probably have some food in the fridge that might work for breakfast," he offered. Oli wasn't sure what he had in his fridge aside from some more snack sort of things. Though Connor might like that better. His thoughts were pulled from food by Connor's half started question. "Oh." Well there was something he could definitely do with the hot bloke in his bed. Oli hadn't considered that. "I uh have an extra toothbrush you can use," he told Connor after he'd said he hadn't brushed his teeth. Because yeah, he definitely wouldn't mind coming back to bed and snogging a little. Oli didn't usually linger in bed but the also didn't ever have company in his bed. He went into the bathroom and pulled out the extra toothbrush he had and put it on the counter alongside his toothpaste. "There you go, I pulled out the toothpaste too, you can just leave it out on the counter when you're done,' he told Connor when he went back into the bedroom. Despite everything they'd done last night he felt nervous about snogging in his bed, but it wasn't all bad nerves. Oli sat back down on his bed while he waited on Connor. Briefly he thought about laying down but maybe that would look weird. In the end he settled for his back against his pillows leaning on the headboard and his legs stretched out on the bed.

[connorbrownbakes]

Oli answered Connor's question really quickly. A little too quickly, maybe. But Connor's brain was still muddled with sleep, and Oli's bed was the most comfortable bed Connor had ever slept in, and Oli was slipping out of bed and Connor couldn't quite manage to do anything but snuggle back into his pillow and fall back into that warm, sleepy feeling. Connor wasn't sure how much longer he slept for, but this time when he woke up he felt surprisingly well rested. It probably--hopefully--wasn't late enough that he'd gotten in a full night's sleep. But he'd had a good sleep, which wasn't the norm for him lately. And this time, he also wasn't alarmed by where he was, or by the sound of the shower in the next room. He was in Oli's room. In his bed. Because he'd spent the night, after Oli invited him to, after they stayed up late talking over wine and cheese and then gave each other blow jobs. Which--wow. That had all really happened. And this time Oli hadn't run away from him first thing. Well--actually, he'd left first thing to go for a run. But that wasn't the same. He was back now. Hopefully not bothered that Connor was still asleep in his bed. Still, Connor didn't want to risk falling back to sleep--a very real risk in a bed this comfortable--so he forced himself to sit up, yawning and raking a hand through his hair. He looked over with a smile when Oli walked into the room, looking ridiculously hot for whatever time of morning it actually was with his wet hair and pajama pants and bare chest that Connor was pretty sure was glistening a little from having just been wet. "You didn't," he answered softly. "Which is actually shocking, 'cause usually it doesn't take much to wake me up. But wow, your bed is nice. I haven't slept that well in ages," he confessed, a little sheepish, as he stretched his arms over his head. "I hope I haven't overstayed my welcome, kept you from anything," he added, a little worried. "I don't even know what time it is." Connor let out a sheepish chuckle at that. He'd really been passed out.

[oliryan]

Oli smiled when Connor said his bed was nice and that he'd slept well. "I'm glad." This was still a little awkward but Oli was distracted from that by Connor stretching out. Connor was very attractive even with the scar that marred his chest. Oli just hoped he hadn't been ogling Connor when the other spoke up again. "No, it's an off morning, practice isn't till this afternoon. No game tonight. And it's a little after nine, I think." He wasn't sure how long of a shower he'd taken. Oli hadn't done his skincare because he hadn't wanted to be in the bathroom for too long in case Connor woke up. Which was a good thing because Connor had woke up. Oli still wasn't sure what to do with Connor. This was very new. "I uh was about to make a coffee if you want one," he said feeling bashful again. "Usually have a protein shake too, I could make you one." That's what you did when you had company, give them food and something to drink. Or two drinks he guessed technically.

[connorbrownbakes]

Despite all the trouble Connor usually had with falling and staying asleep--necessitating the frequent use of sleeping potions and calming droughts--he passed out quickly and easily in Oli's bed. It was maybe the first time in a long time that he fell asleep feeling warm and happy and relaxed. It was definitely the first time in a week or so that he slept through the night without a nightmare waking him up. Instead what finally woke him up was something moving next to him. Which was an odd enough sensation first thing in the morning to have him waking with a start, sitting up a little and squinting into the morning light, momentarily panicked before his eyes landed on Oli at the same time that Oli spoke. Oh. Right. Connor hadn't gone to sleep alone last night. Or even gone to sleep in his own bed. All at once the events of the night before came rushing back to him, and he relaxed against his pillow, a soft, slightly sheepish smile pulling at his lips. "'Morning," he mumbled, his voice rough with sleep. It was surprising, especially to Connor's still-sleepy brain, when Oli said he was going for a run, but before he could worry that was Oli trying to get rid of him quickly, Oli was offering to let him sleep more. He smiled sleepily. "Sleep sounds nice," he murmured in a soft, sleepy voice. Connor was vaguely aware he had things he was supposed to do today. But he'd been up so late, and Oli's bed was so warm and the sheets were softer than any Connor had ever slept in before and it all smelled like Oli, and the thought of snuggling back in and getting a little more sleep was awfully tempting. But his brows furrowed a little as he looked at Oli. Something seemed off in a way he was a little too tired still to place. "...Are you okay?" He asked in a soft voice, just to make sure.

[oliryan]

Connor looked very cute as he said sleep sounded nice with that little smile. It helped Oli not get to into his head. Still it was a surprise when Connor asked if he was okay. "Yeah," Oli answered quickly because that was what you did if someone asked something like that. "Just wanna get a run in." Which was true because Oli always liked to start his morning with a run if possible. Sometimes he thought of getting a place out of the city so he could fly instead but he hadn't yet so a run it was. "Be back in a bit," Oli added before slipping out of bed. By the time he had his running clothes on Connor looked like he was back to sleep. When he got back he did feel better. There had been no paparazzi or fans waiting outside to catch Connor leaving, it was fine. He managed to get into the bathroom and slip into the shower without waking Connor. The shower helped him too. He hadn't brought any clothes into the bathroom so he just slipped on his pajama pants, sans briefs this time. Oli hadn't wanted to wake Connor up, if the other was still asleep, by looking for clean underwear. Only Connor was awake. "Sorry, if I woke you," he told Connor with a bashful smile. This was the first time in his life he had someone in his bed and he really wasn't sure what to do.

[oliryan]

"Thanks," Oli said, amused to hear someone describe a shower as really nice. He was too tired to talk, or think, about his shower. Oli had worried putting out pants for Connor would look presumptuous or something but he was tired and it just seemed quicker to have some out in case Connor wanted them. "Nah, it's pretty late," he said with a larger smile because Connor had said staying sounded nice. Oli wasn't sure if he should look away or not when Connor went to change but decided if it was weird Connor would have gone back to the bathroom. Still he tried not to ogle him or anything. It helped that he was tired. He smiled again when Connor said the pants were really soft. "I like nice pajamas." Getting a good night sleep was important for Oli so things like quality pajamas and bedding were a must. He might not have a whole lot of 'style' but it was all quality. And Connor looked really good in his pajama pants. Oli laid down when Connor came back and soon found himself facing Connor. It was a surprise when Connor snuggled in close but a nice one. His body was warm and solid next to him. Oli let out a sleepy laugh at Connor's words. "I'm glad that was almost," he replied back. "I had a good time tonight too," he added before yawning sleepily. It wasn't just the blowjobs. Connor was good company. "Sorry. Bit past my bedtime." He gave Connor a sleepy, shy smile.

[connorbrownbakes]

Connor smiled back when Oli said he didn't mind Connor staying over, which had maybe been obvious given he'd left pajama pants out for him. But still, it was nice. There was a lot about tonight that had been really nice. Connor chuckled softly when Oli said he liked nice pajamas. "I can see why." Oli's pajamas were way better than the old pajama pants Connor had been wearing for years now. Maybe it was time for an upgrade. Especially if more sleepovers with Oli were a possibility. But it was too late to think about that too hard. Thankfully it was also too late, and Connor too tired, to think too hard about snuggling in closer to Oli too. Oli didn't seem to mind, and that made Connor feel even cozier. He smiled at Oli's words, Oli's yawn pulling a yawn from Connor too. He let out a soft, sleepy chuckle of his own. "Past mine too," he murmured back. "We should get some sleep." A small part of Connor didn't want to go to sleep; he wanted to keep smiling at Oli looking all soft and sweet and snuggly in his very comfortable bed. But Connor's eyelids felt heavy, and with any luck Oli would still be looking soft and snuggly in the morning. Still, before giving into the call of sleep, Connor shifted a little, letting his feet brush up against Oli's, and then decided to follow the impulse to lean closer and give Oli a soft kiss. "Goodnight, Oli," he murmured, before pulling back and settling his head against Oli's pillow.

[oliryan]

Oli had slurred out a sleepy goodnight after Connor's kiss before falling asleep quickly and easily. He wasn't sure what time it was when he woke up. Definitely past his usual five am wake up. Also way too soon given the late night. The room was flooded with more light then usual, giving him some indication of the late hour. For a few moments he was relaxed, comfortable, and still a little sleepy. Then the bloke sleeping next to him stirred. Connor had slept over. Last night's activities came rushing back. Sharing wine and cheese then blowjobs, the late hour and Oli inviting Connor to stay. He'd had Connor's dick in his mouth. A thought that had him both thrilled and terrified. Oli tried his best not to panic. It was daylight and Connor was still here because he'd stayed over. Because Oli had wanted him to. Worry that someone was going to catch Connor leaving threatened to overwhelm him. He tried to fight it. It helped when he reminded himself they were at his flat. Safer. No one came over. Certainly not in the morning. Conor could sneak out and it would be fine. While he managed to avoid a freak out, panic attack was what the mental healer had called them, he was still buzzing with nervous energy. Maybe he could manage a run before Connor woke up. That usually helped when he felt close to freaking out. Except when he moved slightly he woke Connor up. "Sorry. Didn't mean to wake you," he said softly when it was clear Connor was awake. "Was just thinking of going for a run. You can go back to sleep if you want," he added quickly. So quick he didn't have time to think about it. Because truthfully it would probably be better to get Connor out earlier instead of waiting. Except he clearly didn't want to rush Connor out the door if he was offering to let the bloke sleep. What he wanted and what felt smart to do were constantly at odds when it came to Connor. Except last night when he was sucking Connor's dick he was not thinking about the smart thing to do. A thought that was enough to keep Oli from thinking how too often with Connor what he wanted won out over the smart thing to do.