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Oliver almost forgot about the hour time frame he had given Farleigh.
He was entrenched in dancing immediately once he stepped out of the bubble that he and Farleigh were in, but it didn’t shield him from the focused gaze of Farleigh that followed him as he did the exact opposite of what Oliver suggested.
Instead, Farleigh sat in the rounded corner of the bar that moonlighted as a club for all the students of Oxford that night and gulped down a few bottles of water and stared at him.
He was such a cheeky shit.
Oliver made sure his back was to the table for most of his time on the dance floor. He had already given too much attention to the boy tonight, and it simply wouldn’t do. Oliver would live in the present during the remaining minutes he had on the dance floor before he was inevitably dragged off when his stalker got too impatient and dragged him off to wherever he could comfortably be bent over.
Smirking at the imagery that appeared at the thought of what was to come, Oliver snagged a hand of a passing body and pulled them to him with a spin. A smile that was three parts hunger and one-part genuine joy settled on his features. “Hello, Claudia.”
All Oliver got was a sultry smile in return and her pressing her body that much closer to his in greeting.
“You know,” he started, amused and already ridiculously horny at the continuously chanting of Farleigh’s name in the back of his mind, “you are supposed to greet me back. It’s only proper.” Oliver’s hands slid down her waist slowly and intentionally, gripping her plump rear end in both hands and hoisting her up so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist. This left her looking down at him, absolutely beaming with the glassy eyes of alcoholic intoxication that Oliver knew slightly mirrored his own. “Although,” he paused at the realization that she was grinding on him very slowly, “I think a kiss may suffice, just this once.”
She took her cue at that, leaning in and devoured him for everything he was worth, while he held her to him like she would disappear if he moved anything from his neck down. The wet slide of their mouths felt perfect, and Oliver could almost feel himself disappear into it and think nothing but of how the lip gloss that tasted like strawberries was gone and how he could taste exactly how strong the drinks she had tonight were before he felt a presence at his back.
Even before the large hand clamped down on his collarbone in a position that was dangerously close to his neck, Oliver already knew Farleigh was here to put a stop to his fun.
He refused to tense and made sure he maintained the lax posture he had while Claudia's tongue was down sans Farleigh at his back, and pulled back from brown and pink lips. “Sorry, Dia, but we’ve got to cut our fun short tonight.” He let his grip loosen and her legs drop from around his waist with minor reluctance. “I know your girls are here, so go have fun with them and I’ll call you tomorrow.”
She rolled her eyes at Oliver before looking Farleigh up and down and focusing back on Oliver. She threw her arms around his shoulders, pushing Farleigh’s hand off as she went to lean up on her tip toes and bite Oliver’s pale earlobe and drag her teeth down with just enough pressure for him to really feel it. She trailed her lips down his jaw and to his chin, before yanking him down to kiss him as if he was off to war and she’d never see him again.
Oliver wrapped his arms around her waist and let himself fall into the kiss, but he only had a few minutes of that before Farleigh yanked on his hair and pulled his head up harshly. “It is time to go, Quick.” Oliver could hear that his teeth were gritted, even without looking at him, and let a lazy smirk grace his borderline fucked-out features.
He stepped back into Farleigh’s warmth while he winked at Claudia and watched as she walked away with an extra swing in her hips back to a group of tittering girls.
Oliver let out a low chuckle and headed out to the front entrance of the bar while shaking his head. Trust Farleigh to get possessive.
He was still chuckling when he stepped outside and rounded the side of his building to make it back to his dorm when Farleigh pushed him against the darkened side of the adjacent building, and any hint of amusement evaporated from his face. “What the hell was that?”
Farleigh had leaned into Oliver’s face and his eyes looked wild.
The alcohol and pills clearly were doing good things for him tonight.
“What was what?” Oliver feigned disinterest and turned his head to meet the eyes of a passing group, then looked them up and down and bit his lower lip slightly. He barely got to see the fluster hit all their faces and them trying to decipher who exactly he was looking at when Farleigh gripped his chin and turned his head back to him.
The taller boy leaned even closer, and Oliver was suddenly reminded of a lion. “You were mine for tonight, Quick, or did you forget that?” Farleigh visibly collected himself in front of Oliver, closing his eyes and releasing a deep breath through puffed out cheeks before he opened and eyes and started talking again with a less angry tone, but instead was firm and unrelenting. “You are mine for tonight, Oliver.” Farleigh’s hand slid down from its place on Oliver’s chin to a resting position on his neck, right over his Adam’s apple, where he applied slight pressure. “No one else should hold your attention until sunup, ‘cept me .”
Oliver could do little more than a nod in the moment, finding something oh-so wonderful in the fact that both Farleigh and Felix shared the trait of possessiveness. He couldn’t tell if it was the slight restriction of airflow or the rushing of his blood to fill his cock, but he was feeling slightly lightheaded, intoxicated by the thought of what was to come—of how he was to come. This was definitely one of Oliver’s better ideas, propositioning someone whose attention was so single-mindedly focused on him that it had to be sexual attraction, then making him ridiculously jealous.
He couldn’t help but wonder who would be leaving with more soreness in the morning because if Farleigh was this passionate before they had even kissed, how much more focus and energy would he have when it was just the two of them in an enclosed space? Oliver couldn’t help but think it may be him, as Farleigh carried himself the way biters in nursery did, and habits like that never completely go away.
Oliver was pulled out of his thoughts by the tightening of Farleigh’s grip that brought him back to the present and out of his speculations of how the night would go. He must’ve been taking too long to answer, which Farleigh clearly didn’t like going by the slight snarl that was making itself known on his face. Oliver couldn’t help but find pleasure in his impatience. It gave him the same rush as arguing with him did, but undoubtedly the payoff from the situation the pair were in now would be very different than how it normally ended.
Farleigh hand that was hanging limply by his side darted up and gathered a fistful of hair from the crown of his head tightly and pulled. “Are you listening , Oliver?”
At the question, Oliver’s eyes went low-lidded, and he let slip what Farleigh wouldn’t know he needed to hear. “I’m always listening, Farleigh.”
This caused his grip on Oliver's hair to loosen, and his hand from around the boy’s throat to drop completely. This gave Oliver the opportunity to flip them so that Farleigh was pinned to the wall instead, held there by the quiet strength the short boy held. Farleigh’s jaw dropped at the display, leaving his mouth gaping in an attractive manner that left Oliver eager to see the sight that was bound to become reality sometime during the night.
Oliver maintained eye contact as a shit-eating grin appeared on his lips and he let a hand slide around Farleigh’s waste and the other cupped his soft jaw. “I always listen, Farleigh, and I look forward to listening to the sounds of pleasure you’ll be screaming tonight.” With that, Oliver licked into Farleigh’s mouth with ferocity.
This night was just the spark, and Oliver knew just what it took to start a fire.