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OLIVER FLETCHER

PAST
NOVEMBER 2018

Max had managed to get me to attend another date, then before I knew it we were on our third and then our fourth. And then here we were, at a private realism gallery in central London.

He told me that he had a surprise for me and I felt overwhelmed when we went through some dodgy alleys and through a back door of this grotty building. And then boom, he surprised me with a gallery that I didn't even know existed.

To say I was blown away would be an understatement, all we had really done up to this part was eat food and talk about shit. But he remembered that I liked realism and brought me to this unknown gallery and my heart felt like it was about to fall out of my butt. I had no idea what to do with my feelings, my overriding emotions of content and comfort around him.

Max invited me back to his after which I agreed to, we hadn't gone to each other's residence yet and I was grateful that this felt like an actual dating phase. He respected my space and my comfortability, he listened when I said trust needs to be earned.

Yet he excited me so much it felt like I had forgotten all about that.

He shows me to his room and instantly puts on a vinyl of a record from the 90s, his taste was different to mine but I enjoyed his choice of music.

His room smelt like a mixture of rosewood and aftershave, glancing up at his wall of vinyls and clothes scattered across the floor.

"Thanks for taking me to the gallery today," I tell him as he flicks through a range of different vinyls on his desk.

He turns to glance over his shoulder at me. "That's okay, I thought you would appreciate it."

"I did," I say instantly. "It really helped with my mental block, seeing other peoples work is refreshing and helpful and I appreciate it Max."

"Don't thank me," he shakes his head as he turns and leans back onto his desk, throwing his arms across his chest. "I just wanted to help."

"Sorry, I've been going on and on about that project when you're in your final year and your work actually counts towards your grade." I sigh as I adjust my septum piercing between my nostrils.

Max smiles towards me and breathes out sharply through his nose. "I don't mind," he says. "I like listening to you talk, getting more than four sentences out of you is rare. So I love it when you talk about your art, you're so passionate and it means a lot to you."

I shrug at his words. "I guess art saves us all, huh?"

"You get lost in it?"

My eyes find his as he states his question. I nod towards him. "Sometimes I like getting so lost in art that I forget what the real world is like."

"I understand," he tells me. "Sometimes I spend afternoons to myself just doodling, getting all the thoughts out of my brain onto some paper. It's refreshing."

"I feel the same," I express.

"I wish you told me more about you," he says slowly.

"I have," I nod once.

"No, you've told me a lot about your art. But I want to know more about Oliver."

Just hearing my name fall from his lips sparked something inside me, warmth and comfort. I didn't want to admit it but I loved it, I loved the way it made me feel.

"There isn't that much to know about Oliver," I respond in third person.

"Bull," he shakes his head towards me. "There must be lots to know about you."

"I hate talking about myself," I breathe out.

"I gathered."

"I guess the more time we spend with each other, the more you'll find out." I say simply.

Max's lip quirks. "So more dates then?"

My mouth cracks into a small smile, I wasn't opposed to that at all.

Max sits down on his bed next to me. "What do you think?" He questions, referring to the music.

I nod back to him. "It's different," I smile. "I like it."

He grins back at me and places his hand backwards on the bed, his finger lightly brushing mine. I look down to his hand and then glance back up at him, not expecting our faces to be so close.

His lashes brush his cheek as he looks down to my lips, suddenly feeling like a golf ball was stuck in my throat at the proximity. He continues to smile as he edges his face closer, our lips merely centimeters apart.

"Can I kiss you?" He whispers.

I purse my lips and attempt to wet them at the same time, my eyes still flicking between his. Unable to produce any words from my mouth, I nod my head instead.

Max leans forward and cups the side of my head with his warm hand, pressing his lips to mine softly. At first it's slow and sweet, the feeling of my stomach flipping inside me made me dizzy.

Then Max grabs the other side of my face and pulls me against him, opening his lips to claim mine, noticing how his tongue slowly guides it's way into my mouth and brushes against mine. I could feel my face heat up from the action, never have I been kissed like this before.

My hands scoot behind me as I push myself back onto his bed, Max slowly climbs on top of me and holds me down as he continues to devour my lips between his. My chest heaves as he slides his hand up inside my jumper, brushing his fingertips across my chilly skin.

Buckling my stomach for a second, Max breaks away from the kiss and remains holding my cheeks between his hands. "Are you okay?" He whispers towards me.

I nod and blink back up at him. "I-I've never done anything like this before," I say with a shaky breath.

Max smiles down to me, pressing one simple kiss to my lips soothingly. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to," he whispers against me.

"I want to," I tell him, I really wanted to. "I'm just nervous."

He kisses against my jaw slowly. "I'll be gentle, I promise," he murmurs into me. "But if you want to stop, just tell me."

"Okay," I breathe out harshly as my eyes look up at his ceiling.

Max pushes up the hem of my jumper and peppers kisses along my stomach, leaving me quivering in suspense and excitement.

His lips felt like fire and his touch felt like magic and I wanted him all over me.

PRESENT
JANUARY 2021

Christian was a good kisser, I had to admit that. He was pretty eager to come back to my place but only once his friends had left so they didn't know where he went after. I didn't question this because to be honest, I didn't really care.

His hands were holding my face tightly as he laid back on my bed, on top of my messy sheets that I didn't think about making before I left to go to the bar.

My hands fumble with his shirt, undoing his buttons with ease and Christian laughs against my lips. I knew the laugh was a nervous laugh, he felt a bit stiff in my hold but I enjoyed the fact this was making him feel slightly tense.

Normally it's me who is shitting themselves to sleep with someone.

Christian pulls away from me and forces out a smile. "I've never like done this before with a guy..." he trails off. "But do you like top?"

My eyebrow raises towards him. "I can top you if you want me to." I say with a soft smirk, pressing my lips to the corner of his mouth.

He melts into my touch and nods. "Yeah," he pants out. "I want you to."

Moving my hands to pin down his shoulders as I climb on top of his body and rip his shirt from his shoulders and arms, looking down at his toned chest and smooth skin.

His hands roam under my shirt as he pulls me down to him, feeling empowered that a guy bigger than me wants to be the bottom. Confidence radiating through my body at the thought, I liked being in charge.

And by the looks of things, he liked me being in charge too.

. . .

When the morning rolled round, my eyes felt crusted shut and my head hurt from the alcohol consumed last night. The sun was just about shining through my blinds and when I looked to my left Christian was standing, trying to dress himself quickly.

"Hey," I grumble as I rub my eyes, pushing myself up onto my elbows.

Christian avoids my eye contact at all costs, attempting to pull up his trousers and find his shoes.

"Is everything okay?" I question.

His eyes find mine, they looked confused and angry and for a moment I felt like something bad had happened.

Christian leans forward to point a shaky finger at me. "I swear to God if you ever fucking see me out and you come up to me, I will fucking batter you. Alright, do you hear me?" He shouts.

My eyes blink back as I swallow harshly. Feeling sick to my stomach at his words. "What?" I say instantly, unsure what the fuck was going on.

"Did you not fucking hear me?!" He shouts as he grabs his jacket, his eyes glowing with anger. "I said stay the fuck away from me, this never happened. You never speak of this to anyone and if you do, you're going to fucking regret it."

I could feel my heart beating in my throat at his disgusting threats. "You're acting like I forced you to have sex with me," I say in disbelief. "You're the one who begged me to fuck you in the ass."

Christian's jaw tightens and I watch it click angrily, his fists tightening at the side of his body. "I've got a girlfriend," he tells me suddenly. "And I'm fucking straight."

"Oh... what the fuck?" I sit up in my bed, a burning sensation covering my heart. "You just used a gay guy for your sick fantasies and you turn around and say you have a girlfriend? You're disgusting, I'm not a fucking toy."

"No but you were pretty easy last night," he says sourly.

"You can talk." I growl out frustratedly. "You were fucking gagging for my cock."

Christian shakes his head. "Shut the fuck up," he snaps suddenly. "Don't ever talk to me again." He grabs his jacket and throws it over his body, giving me one last glance before slamming my bedroom door shut and storming out of my flat.

My eyes stare back at the door in pure shock, why do people feel like they can do that to someone?

Falling back onto my bed, looking up at the ceiling as tears begin to gather in the crevice of my eye. Instantly trying to wipe them away, I didn't even know why I was upset because one night stands are one night stands for a reason.

But I hated the thought of being used when someone is openly homophobic but thinks having their homosexual fantsties is acceptable, because gay guys are just brushed under the carpet like nothing ever happened.

Not wanting to be apart of someones stupid experiment or ultimiate desire.

Fuck this shit.

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