~3rd Person POV~

Len awoke with a jolt. He looked around. "Wha...?" This definitely wasn't his room. It wasn't...Oliver's either, though. Don't ask how he knew that.

He sat up. Did he black out after that girl talked with him...? Well, it's a miracle he remembered that much anyway. What happened after she asked him that question though...?

What...was the question again...? Len couldn't figure it out.

He huffed, getting out of the bed. He peeked out the doorway. Ground floor. Definitely not the same house. Where the hell was he, anyway?

"Oh, Len!" Oliver's voice called to the older from somewhere a bit farther away, but not too far. "You're awake!"

Len was hesitant to look at the boy, but...he did. Let's just say what he saw wasn't...bad. But it sure as hell wasn't good either.

The poor boy was dressed up in one of those girly aprons, wearing...nothing underneath it. With only a small gust of wind, everything could end up being visible. Not like Len hadn't seen it already anyway.

He snickered softly, a bit of blood dripping from his nose as he slowly headed out. "Oliver...?" He asked slowly, taking in the boy's image for his own specific reasons.

"Hmm?" Oliver asked, smiling at Len and tilting his head slightly.

The older felt his heart throb slightly. "Fuck," he mumbled, quickly averting his eyes. "Uh, why...are you dressed like...that...?" Len gestured to Oliver's entire body.

"Huh?" Oliver looked down at his outfit. "I always wear this the morning after sex though....." He raised an eyebrow. "You didn't hit your head, did you Len?"

Len flinched violently. 'S-sex?! W-we did it again?! Hell yeah! Wait, you should be concerned. Wait, should I? Yeah, definitely. Maybe...? Fuck...!' A few beads of sweat trailed down Len's forehead as he had a mental battle.

"Len?"

The older flinched once more, replying stiffly, "Y-yes...?!"

"Do I get to?" Oliver asked, looking slightly pumped up as he spoke.

"To...?" Len furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at the boy. 'What in the world could he possibly be talking about? No, more importantly, what the hell is going on...?!'

"Y'know," Oliver persisted, a slight blush showing on his face. "That."

Len just looked even more confused. "...That...?"

The younger fidgeted slightly in place, biting at his lip as he grumbled softly. "Do I get to give you a blowjob today...?"

Len coughed violently, almost falling backwards. 'B-b-b-blowjob?! What?! What is this?!'

"So...?" Oliver looked up at Len, his eyes clearly showing excitement and even a bit of hope.

Obviously, Len had no intention of denying him. Not only because those goddamn eyes of his, but because of his own stupid desires.

"S-s-sure...." He stuttered out stupidly.

Oliver beamed. "T-thank you...!" He exclaimed happily, practically diving at Len and pushing him to the ground as he pulled down the older's pants and boxers. "Uwah, it's already hard...." He mumbled, moving his hand to grasp Len's member, slowly pumping it.

Len grit his teeth, fighting back a moan. "W-what the hell...?" He managed out through his teeth.

Oliver moved his head down to lick at the tip of Len's member as his hands worked on the length for now, swirling and sucking at the head. "M-mmn...."

The older blond gripped the strands of his own hair, trying to silence himself. He really wasn't sure what was going on now. First of all, Oliver wouldn't do this of his own accord even if the two of them had to. Life or death situation. Secondly, Len definitely didn't tell Oliver to do this sort of thing. Sure, he was planning on doing so in the future, but now? Hell no! Oliver was mad at him!

"L-Len...." Oliver panted softly as he pulled his lips away for a moment, earning a reluctant groan from the older. He pulled his hands away from the boy's member, replacing them with his lips as he took all of Len into his mouth, hardly gagging at all. It was obvious that Oliver would've had to have done this many times before getting used to Len's length since Oliver had a tiny mouth and Len wasn't too small himself.

The younger boy bobbed his head up and down, gaining speed as he licked and sucked around Len's member.

The older let out hesitant groans of pleasure, even full-on moans a few times.

Why was he hesitant? Isn't it obvious? The author literally just explained this a few paragraphs ago. Learn to listen and remember.

"M-mmhn...." As Oliver continued to suck along, Len could feel himself reaching his climax.

"I-I'm gonna...." He groaned out, biting his lip to silence anything louder than a small grunt of pleasure.

Oliver pulled his head away from Len's member slightly, making sure he was coherent before saying, "C-cum inside my mouth...."

And, unfortunately for the older, that drove Len over the edge. His climax splattered inside of Oliver's mouth, even getting on his face as well.

The younger pulled away happily, swallowing all of the cum he had in his mouth, even cleaning his face and swallowing that cum down as well.

Len looked at Oliver with a mixture of shock, pleasure, and confusion. Just guess which emotion was the most dominant. Go ahead.

Guess it? Well, I don't care.

"O-O-Oliver...." Len panted out, gritting his teeth since he would have to shower again even though he just fucking showered like two hours ago.

"H-hmm...?" Oliver looked back at Len, giving an innocent look. "W-what is it, Len...?"

The older boy stayed quiet for a moment. He didn't exactly want answers right then and there, but he definitely wanted to know what the hell was happening.

Maybe he could save it for after he had some fun...?

"N-no, nothing. Nevermind." Len sat up slightly, waving a hand at Oliver. "It's nothing at all, Oliver...."

Oliver smiled, nodding. "Okay!"