Chapter 8

Jordan’s POV

“So, I’m guessing that’s Oliver, right?” Michael asked after throwing me countless side looks, which I’d been ignoring on purpose.

“Yeah, him.”

“Y’all have gotten close, like close-close.” Michael mused and I shook my head immediately. “No, no. We’re close, yeah. But not close-close like you’re insinuating. We’ve never fucked throughout the times we’ve hanged out and we’re not going to.”

“I didn’t mean anything sexual, dummy. That’s your guilty conscience speaking because you feel you’re doing something bad to Derek by still having the hots for his younger brother.” Michael paused with raised eyebrows. I wanted to remind him that I do not have the hots for Oliver, but he cut me off before I could even start.

“Don’t even try denying it cause we both know I was right. As I was saying about y’all getting really close, I was referring to you platonically. I mean like, y’all have connected way more than I expected. Look at the way you were smiling wildly at your phone a few minutes ago. It’s been ages since that has happened to you. No one gets you excited the way his texts and calls do. You might try to deny it but it’s true. With the way you hurriedly took a few pictures and sent it to him speaks volumes of y’all friendship which is very much safe to say that the both of you have gotten really close.”

“I—” I paused and swallowed emptily before slouching into the couch and letting out a small, resigned sigh.

Why the fuck is Michael always right?

“I know, I know. You don’t need to say anything to what I just said. You also don’t need to think about it, don’t sink into your head now, yeah?”

I nodded my head at Michael. My heart was doing the complete opposite as it delved into its normal hobby which consisted of overthinking.

After some time of me trying to focus on the movie to no avail, I bid Michael goodbye and took the bus home so I could get ready to hang out with Oliver tonight.

Once showered and dressed in a white sleeveless top, I wore a brown fur jacket over it and some dark, ripped skinny jeans over my tight bubble butt. Inserting my earrings into the holes in my ears, I sprayed myself since I was obsessed with smelling nice and combed my hair until it was neatly framing my face and ears. I existed the house, locked it and in no time, I was in my car and pulling out of the compound.

***

“Hiii!” I waved at him the moment he pulled the door open.

“Jordan, c’mon in!” He gushed as he pulled the door wide open. I slipped past him into the house and heard it faintly got locked behind me.

“What’s good?” I asked as I flopped down on his couch.

“Everything just got better now that you’re here, crazy right?”

I laughed and shook my head at him, “Really crazy.”

He offered me a bottle of sprite and a glass without asking first, apparently the sprites are a lot more in his freezer because I was a huge fan of those.

He turned on the television, connected his phone to it and opened YouTube, he picked out a music video of Exo, another K-pop boyband and started playing. I rolled my eyes with a small smile, “Y’know Exo only sings trashy songs, don’t you?

He gasped dramatically and turned towards me. “No way, that’s BTS! The T in their name stands for trash.” He argued back immediately, and I chuckled at his wittiness.

“Oh, you didn’t just do BTS that way, I want to believe so.”

“I did, you can also believe whatever you want to believe. I won this round!” He gushed excitedly while smiling wildly and I nodded my head a little while laughing at his cute little victory dance which reminds me of Yoongi from BTS.

Oliver and I found out along the line that we were both into K-pop, our excitement about finding out that we both fucked that way turned into a competition on realizing that we both stanned two boybands who was once involved in a scandal years ago, which made their fans hate each other automatically even though the idols themselves have moved past the feud.

Oliver is trying his possible best to convert me into an Exo fan and so far, I’ve only genuinely liked two of their songs. On my part, I’ve gotten him to like four BTS songs, so I was currently winning in that aspect.

“I’ll get you next time,” I mused loudly once he flopped into the spot beside me on the couch the moment he was done with his dance.

“You can try, shawty,” he said with a laugh, and I hit his arm.

“I’m older than you!” I reminded him and watched as he barked out a laugh.

“And I’m taller. Way taller, that’s a flex.” He continued, a smug expression on his face.

“Being shirt is a flex too, you dummy! I can get lifted up easily.”

“I never liked being lifted up since I was a baby so... being tall wins!” He crooned into my ear, and I pushed his head away while laughing along with him.

“Y’know I’m not that short, I’m five foot eleven and just seven inches shorter than you.” I reminded him.

“That’s a lot of inches man.”

“Shut the fuck up.”

We both busted out laughing at the same time and I wheezed more when he fell on the floor and still didn’t quit laughing.

“Oh God. That was good. I really needed that laugh.” He groaned as he pushed to his feet.

“Come tell me about that dog you took a picture with today.” I said before settling more comfortably into my seat.

“Oh yeah, I forgot. I’ll tell you right now.”

And so, he proceeded to tell me about how his day went with a few pictures. He ordered pizza at one point, and we ate together while watching a movie on Netflix.

We were always talking. There was never a moment of silence. There was always something to say and I probably liked it more than I should have.

It was currently a few minutes past eleven p.m., and I knew I should probably start going home since it was already this late, but I couldn’t bring myself to announce my departure and walk out of his apartment.

The lights in the sitting room were turned off, except for the LED lights which were turned to the lowest setting to give the television an opportunity to take over the whole room. It somehow felt intimate doing something like this with him, but I brushed it off immediately since it might probably just be me over analyzing as usual.

“I picked up my phone when it buzzed and saw that it was a text from Derek.

I rolled my eyes and dropped the phone back down, I was mad pissed at him and won’t even open the text, I don’t care about what’s in it at this point.

“I should probably get going now. It’s pretty late already,” I started to say as I glanced around for my fur coat. I was currently sitting on the floor with Oliver a few feet away from me. I had disposed of my jacket hours ago when the pizza arrived and hadn’t bothered to put it back on since I didn’t need it for anything.

“Do you have to?” Oliver asked quietly and I stared at him for a few seconds before glancing away.

“Not really, but...” I started to say but Oliver cut in quietly.

“Then stay over. You could spend the night and leave tomorrow... well that’s if you want to. I was just suggesting because today has been so much fun and I don’t want it to end the way I’ve never wanted any day we hang out together to end.” He paused and I watch as he licked his lips before continuing, “I mean, don’t get me wrong. You can leave if you don’t feel comfortable because of you-know-what, I was just stating my own opinion in the first place, not like my own opinion matters when it comes to deciding what’s good and bad for you, I just s...” He continued to ramble, and I leaned in without thinking and pressed my lips lightly against his which automatically stopped his ramble.

My mind replayed all what Oliver said and I tried my possible best to convince it from skipping beats to no avail.

On realizing what I just did, with a horrified gasp, I pulled away immediately and counted five to one in my mind, a hundred percent sure that all hell was definitely going to break loose.

I didn’t expect to feel his lips pressing against mine a few seconds after I pulled away from his out of fright that I had finally used my hands to ruin what has been good for me.

I stared wide eyed into his eyes as our lips stayed pressed together for seconds, I blinked a few times and started to pull away. His lips followed mine immediately, his lips moving ever so slightly over my lips, his tongue traced the edge of my lower lips and my eyes flutter close just as my mouth parted slightly beneath his. Taking the invitation, his tongue slipped in, deepening the kiss in the most intoxicating way ever.

I was currently sitting with my legs spread out before me, like the way Oliver was currently seated. He was currently leaning into me while I was reclined backwards, my upper body’s weight resting on my elbow and keeping me from going completely to the floor.

He flicked his tongue over the roof of my mouth, and I panted into my mouth as a tiny sound escaped my mouth. His fingers came out of nowhere and tangled themselves in my hair, stroking slowly against the roots of my hair while his tongue slid against mine sensually until I was panting hard.

Why is one kiss this arousing?

I moved my tongue along with his and followed his tongue back into him mouth, he wrapped his lips around my tongue before I could think and sucked on it, his fingers moving in my hair sending small shivers down my spine. I pulled my lips away from his and moaned lightly against his lips when he chose that moment to pull on my hair.

I slid my eyes open and gazed into his eyes, my eyes dropped to his lips which were currently glittering even in the almost pitch-black room safe for the playing television.

We stared at each for a few seconds before leaning forward slowly and joining our lips ourselves once again, only this time, the other hand came forward and joined the forbidden dance by slowly sliding down my goosebumps littered arm and over my waist. I threw my arm around his neck and deepened the kiss this time before moaning when he pulled on my hair while dragging his lips away from mine all the way to my ear. I tightened my hold around his neck when he kissed my ear slowly and whimpered when he swiped his tongue against the shell of my ear.

He got on his knees and crawled over me, which automatically forced me to lie on the rug while he settled his weight above.

Finally, a weight I was welcoming on my body willingly.

“Oliver?” I whispered against his lips.

“Yeah?” He answered in a low whisper, staring down at me while my arms were wrapped around his neck.

“We’re... kissing.” I whispered lowly, my lips moving against his as I spoke. He licked and sucked my lower lips into his mouth for a few seconds and I moaned wantonly tightening my hold him.

“We are.” He finally said after releasing my lower lips.

“This is so wrong.” I choked out around a breathy moan when he sucked on a spot over my throat. He dragged his lips over my beating pulse and licked over the particular spot before sucking the skin into his mouth. I arched up with a breathless moan, my dick which was hard as granite dragged over his thigh in the process which made undiluted pleasure slid over my whole body, resulting in me whispering his name.

“Why does this feel so right?” He demanded against my lips and didn’t wait for my reply before taking my mouth in a hard kiss and pulling my arms away from his shoulders to hold them captive against each side of my head. I whimpered into his mouth and kept on grinding my hard-on against his thighs. He took complete control of my mouth, coercing my tongue into a duel that led to me wantonly suck on his tongue. He pulled away from the kiss and growled into my ear, I shivered and shuddered as the vibrations slither down my whole body and through my insides, rushing straight for my pulsing dick.

I was so shameless. Somebody shoot me, please.