for ashver: "Wait, since when are you gay?" // "If you don't shut up, I will personally stab you in the eye with a spork." // "Kinda wanna have sex, but also kinda wanna eat pizza." // "Is this your first date?" // "Are you trying to hold my hand?" // "I don't want to get up." // "It hurts." // What are you doing home so late?" // "I burned my tongue." love ya :*
"Wait, since when are you gay?"
"Uhm…like forever I guess?", he says looking at asher weirdly. "I figured it out in 8th grade, but didn’t come out till 9th..so then I guess…", he shrugs. "Did you really not know? People usually assume since I’m in the school choir group and everything."
"If you don’t shut up, I will personally stab you in the eye with a spork."
"You could never stab me you love me waaaaaaay too much! And it’s not my fault someone decided to be a dick and go get drunk without me last night!”, he cheered still bonging up and down on the bed beside Asher knowing he was annoying the shit out of him. He loved to annoy him just a bit too much because Asher’s grumpy face was cute, and the fact that he usually got shut up with kisses helped also.
”Kinda wanna have sex, but also kinda wanna eat pizza.”
"We could always have sex and eat pizza afterwards? Or we could eat and have sex but then I’d probably choke on a slice mid moan and die….", he said giggling a bit at the mental image of trying to ride Asher’s dick and eat pizza at the same time.
”Is this your first date?”
"Am I making it that obvious? Fuck I was trying to be cool," he groaned hiding his face in his hands.
"Are you trying to hold my hand?"
"Maaaaybe," he mumbled blushing a bit as he bit at his lips. They hadn’t held hands yet and Oliver really wanted to know how well their hands would fit together, and if he’d feel just as good while holding the others hand as he did when they kissed. "Sorry…I forgot you only like me like that when you’re drunk," he whispered mostly to himself frowning and stuffing his hand back in his pocket.
"I don’t want to get up."
"You have to Ash! I’m starving…pleeeeeeease," he begged putting on his best pouty face. "If you get up I’ll give you extra kisses and cuddles when we get back from dinner," he offered, knowing the other liked his cuddles more than he usually let on.
"It hurts."
"I know baby…that’s usually what happens when you get a ball kicked in your face from two feet away," he said holding an ice pack gently up to Asher’s black eye. "Wish I could make you feel better," he said feeling defeated, because he really couldn’t do more than what he was doing right now, and he hated seeing the other in pain.
What are you doing home so late?”
"I was at the music school. I was practicing this song I wrote for my final exam…I have to record it tomorrow and since I’m trying to be a producer I have to mix the track and stuff too," he said rubbing a hand over his face completely exhausted as he walked into their shared apartment. "Sorry I didn’t call…you were probably worried," he mumbled setting down his things and walking over to the smaller boy and wrapping his arms around him. “‘M so tired…can you feed me?", he asked nuzzling his head into the others neck as he slumped down into Asher’s body.
"I burned my tongue."
"I told you it was still hot you dimwit!", he groaned as he shook his head at Asher who was still holding his scalding hot tea. The other had his tongue stuck out and was pouting, and he looked so cute. Oliver couldn’t resist his urge and took the others tea and set it aside before climbing into the smallers lap. "I can make your tongue feel better," he whispered cheekily before connecting their lips.
