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Waking up hungover, Oliver decided, had to be worse than waking up with a dog biting at your dick.
The light shone through the curtained bedroom window and directly into his eyes, causing him to stumble up and almost directly step on Felix’s face, who’d apparently ended up staying the night on his dirty hardwood floor. Oliver fell back onto the bed quickly, hissing at the pain…in his groin? Not much of a sharp pain, but a very strong and very present…pressure.
Peeking over the mattress to reassure himself that Felix was still sleeping like a baby (a giant, tall baby who stretches like a cat in his slumber), Oliver scooted further away from the edge of the bedframe. He swung his legs, planting his feet firmly in the duvet, and shimmied his trousers down his hips. To his dismay, he was met with the shimmering glint of silver.
Oliver couldn’t help the annoyed groan that slipped through his lips as the memory of the night before slowly returned to him.
“Alright, Quick. Truth or dare?” Farleigh had posed the question, cheeks a tad rosy from his drinks but eyes dark and dead set. Oliver knew that he would be deemed a bitch if he didn’t say dare.
“Dare.” Oliver said without any hesitation. The drinking had given him a bit of courage, but not enough for him not to feel a twist in his gut when Farleigh grinned.
Farleigh contemplated Oliver’s fate for a moment, before finally requesting, “I dare you…to get a piercing.”
“Anywhere?” Oliver raised his eyebrow.
“Anywhere…” Farleigh then lifted up his finger, “But the face.”
Murmurs broke out, alongside excited giggles. Oliver felt anxiety as he debated whether he’d like to be cast aside as someone who isn’t fun or feel that sort of pain anywhere, and Felix interrupted.
“Farleigh, that’s kind of—“
Oliver drunkenly stood up, not letting Felix take away his one chance at ever (slightly) belonging within the friend group. “Fine. I’ll do it.”
He dropped his head into his hands, letting his eyes crinkle shut as he tried to implore further, but found nothing that implied he would’ve gone this far. A fucking dick piercing, really? Super classy, Quick.
Felix stirred below him on the floor, and Oliver quickly pulled up his trousers. Yeah, no way would Oliver let Felix catch him with his apparently bedazzled dick out.
He would tell him later. Maybe.
-
Oliver almost forgot about its existence. Almost being the key word.
Every time he sat down, or stood up, or even moved his legs, he’d feel the sharp pain of his piercing rubbing against his underwear material. The swelling had been minimal, but the pressure had barely simmered out, only getting a little more bearable throughout the passing weeks.
It had practically slipped Oliver’s mind to tell Felix.
Well. It hadn’t slipped his mind, he just was still trying to put it into his plan. It didn’t quite fit with how Oliver had originally planned on getting Felix to sleep with him. Well, trying to get Felix to fall in love with him. Through sleeping with him. Felix seemed to only have a concrete understanding of love as a bargain. For Felix, sex and love were practically the same thing, in a romantic standpoint. Not that every girl he met he loved, but he’d never really loved anyone before, so he’d chalked up sex to being some sort of relationship, even if it were with a stranger.
But Felix’s vice was his golden savior complex. He’d do anything to help his poor Ollie , his friend who’s going through a rough patch. It was almost too easy. Oliver just had to plant the seed in Felix’s mind. Maybe a bit of fibbing about his virginal status, or a broken right arm?
“Oliver. Oliver.” Farleigh snapped, trying to garner Oliver’s attention. They’d been studying in the library with Felix for Greek (Farleigh wasn’t allowed to be alone with Oliver after the “mayonnaise” incident), but Felix had slipped off to talk to India. Or snog India. Probably a little bit of both.
“What?” Oliver straightened up, trying to play it off as just zoning out.
Farleigh leaned back, crossing his arms (the Catton’s pouty but powerful pose), “I suppose your plan has worked?”
Oliver froze. What the fuck did Farleigh know? “What plan?”
Farleigh scoffed, “Oh, come off it, I know you’ve been trying to get into Felix’s pants since you gave him your fucking bike. Practically your own twisted version of flipping your skirt up.”
“I have not.” Oliver insisted, feeling his insides churn. Giving someone your bike was an act of kindness. Maybe a little stranger of an act but Felix was accustomed to people being overly kind to him.
Farleigh pushed his tongue against his cheek, a tell that he was about to play his ace. He asked, smirk already forming across his cheeks, “Then why’d you get a dick piercing?”
Oliver felt the blood drain from his face. Farleigh knew? He hadn’t acted anything out of the ordinary, or displayed his knowledge of it. “I…how do you know about that?”
“I drove you there, you imbecile.” Farleigh deadpanned.
“Oh.” Oliver could almost recall a hazy memory of Farleigh reprimanding him from the front seat. “Why did you let me get one? I was clearly drunk.”
“You wanted to go alone. You made me wait in the car like i was your chauffeur.” Farleigh rolled his eyes, “You came back in like, an hour, and you practically shouted in my ear that you got a piercing on your cock and it felt you had, ‘put your tip in a pencil sharpener’.”
“Ah.” Oliver didn’t know what else he could say. Farleigh had caught him.
“Well? Have you successfully gotten dicked down or do you need to get another piercing?” Farleigh pried, leaning in closer, as if he could sense that Oliver got snogged.
Oliver felt his cheeks burn, and he fought to remain nonchalant, “He doesn’t know i have it.”
Farleigh’s eyebrows shot up, clearly annoyed with him, “Then why did you get it?”
“Do i need a reason?” Oliver tried.
“Yes! You got your fucking dick pierced!” Farleigh snapped, “You don’t just pierce your foreskin because you’re feeling adventurous .”
Fuck, he was running out of defenses. Oliver straightened up, saying in a rather lower voice, “Jesus, Farleigh, sounds like you’re a bit jealous of Felix.”
Farleigh bursted out into laughter, shaking as he held his stomach, “Jealous? Oh God, that’s a good one, Quick.”
He patted Oliver’s head, “I must sadly confess that I have never once found you attractive. I have no idea what Felix sees in you, but I am bored out of my fucking skull. No one ever told me how boring Oxford is. Every slag has been slagged. Every party partied. There is absolutely nothing to do . So, hooking you up with my cousin? Sure, why the fuck not?”
“I don’t want to hook up with Felix.” Oliver insisted, quickly getting more and more desperate for this secret to stay a fucking secret.
“You want him to fall madly in love with you, Romeo and Juliet style, I get it, whatever, but it wouldn’t hurt to hook up with him along the way.”
Oliver knew what Farleigh was doing. He wanted to have control in a situation that he had no business in being in. Oliver supposed him being related to Felix gave him the excuse of worrying, but Oliver knew he wasn’t only worried of Felix’s heart getting broke, he was worried of someone to also rise into his role. Poor Farleigh. Trying to get Oliver laid so he’ll get kicked to the curb. He’ll have to find another way about taking Oliver out of the frame.
“Farleigh, I really don’t have any idea what you’re talking about.” Oliver said loud enough so Felix could overhear it as he reapproached the table. Felix’s face was already filled with concern from the bits he was overhearing, and, of course, Farleigh and Oliver being near each other never ended splendidly (for fucks sake, the last time they were alone Oliver ended up with getting his dick stabbed).
“Is everything alright here?” Felix asked as he sat down, clearly trying to be nonchalant.
“Yes.” They said at the same time, Oliver breaking away from Farleigh’s glare to give Felix a reassuring smile, the secret kind he’d only give to Felix.
Farleigh added, “We were just discussing Oliver’s piercing.”
Oliver was going to actually murder Farleigh. They’d never find his body. There’d be no evidence, no proof.
Shhh , he thought to himself, wait until after the honeymoon. Then strike.
He bit the inside of his cheek, attempting to hide the smile the thought brought. It wouldn’t exactly solve a lot of problems, but it would be nice.
“Oh, you actually got it! I dont remember that.” Felix exclaimed, already examining Oliver’s face for any sign of the piercing.
“You were busy snogging.” Farleigh reminded him, the sneer in his voice not going unnoticed.
“Ah, right, wotshername, uh…” Felix laughed awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck as he tried to recall last nights events. Oliver was certain they were hazier than usual, due to his
“Julia.” Oliver helpfully supplied, knowing they’d be here another five minutes if he didn’t.
“Thats it! Julia . She wasn’t a great lay. Great tits, though.” Felix grinned, as if smug about the fact he’d had bad sex with an attractive woman. Oliver would never understand the criteria Felix used to evaluate whether a woman was alluring or not. His type seemed to be “whoever gets my dick wet”, but that might just be every woman on campus with a c cup and bigger.
“Sooooo, where’s your piercing?” Felix prodded, eyes scanning up and down Oliver’s form. Oliver had to suppress a blush at his examination.
Oliver was on fire. “Uh-“
“Shit, look at the time!” Farleigh exclaimed, looking down at the watch he literally never used because it was fucking broken (it was purposefully for aesthetics, Oliver was informed). He abruptly stood up and out of his chair, grabbing his shoulder bag, “Well, this has been unpleasant. I’ll see you all tomorrow.”
“Bye, Farleigh.” Oliver quipped, only a little grateful for Farleigh leaving just because he knew he would’ve been extraordinarily unhelpful in a way only Farleigh can be. He sighed as they watched Farleigh retreat out of the library, leaving them unaccompanied in the quiet room. Oliver’s attention quickly drew itself back to the Greek Mythology book in front of him, only to be poked in the shoulder.
“Ollie.” Felix kept poking him.
“Felix.” Oliver tried to ignore him, but he was a weak man.
Felix closed his book, “Where’s the piercing?”
Oliver buried his head in his open hands, now embarrassed beyond compare, “I can’t tell ye, Felix, it’s mortifying.”
Felix rolled his eyes and gently patted his back, “Oh, lighten up, I’m sure it’s not as bad as you think it is.”
“It’s pretty bad.” Oliver muttered, still not looking up.
“Oliver.” Felix paused, then whispered much too loud for a library, “ Did you get your nips pierced? ”
“ Felix !” Oliver snapped, his eyes wide with terror. There was no way he’d said that aloud.
“What?!” Felix asked, clearly not understanding how you can’t just ask about someone’s nipples in a fucking uni library. Did they not teach that in boarding school?
“We’re in a public library. ”
“So? We’re tucked away in the corner of an empty, public library.”
“It’s still a public place.”
“Ollie. No one cares that your nips are pierced.”
“You clearly do.”
Felix pouted for a moment, but Oliver would not give him the satisfaction of caving so early to his needs.
Felix waited seconds longer before asking again, “So they are pierced?”
“No! No, I didn’t get my nipples pierced.”
“Show me.”
Oliver felt insane, “what?”
“Show me! How do I know if you’re lying or not?”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“You’re the one making it weird!”
“Im not! I’m pretty sure it’s all you, Felix.” Oliver snapped, but slowly began to shakily unbutton his polo. Felix watched intently, his cheeks only slightly more red (most likely due to the arguing), as Oliver slipped his shirt down so his soft chest was on display. He’d always felt a little embarrassed about the lack of hair and muscle, but besides that, he had a completely normal chest. Besides for the fact it was practically glowing pink with his flustered disposition. “There. I didn’t pierced my nipples.”
“Your belly button?” Oliver shook his head as he buttoned his shirt back up, “Your…hips?”
Oliver sharply shook his head, gulping at the sudden sandpaper feeling that coated his mouth and throat.
Felix’s eyes widened with realize“Ollie. You didn’t.”
“I did.”
Felix’s expression was nearly unreadable, except for a hint of curiosity, “Can I see it?”
Oliver sat there, absolutely dumbfounded. Pulling out his cock in a public space? No one was occupying it besides them, but still…
“Al-alright, I suppose.” Oliver tried to make sense out of his life. Only months before, was this some kind of cruel fantasy. Hands trembling, he popped the button out of the slot, sliding the zipper down, and gently lifting his hips so he could shimmy out of his boxers and jeans. His soft cock bounced gently, wavering a little as if trying to get hard, but Oliver would not let that happen.
Or so he thought, until he noticed the way Felix was looking at him.
Ravenous, like a fucking cannibal. His pupils were blown wide with a hunger he’d never seen before from Felix. Usually, his aroused gaze was lazy, unfocused, slow. He looked absolutely taken with need, but there was no sense in that. He didn’t like Oliver like that.
“Holy shit, Ollie.” Felix immediately reached out to touch the piercing, just with one finger, admiring it as if his body was some priceless artifact he’d been searching for years for and finally dug up out of the dirt. When Felix’s finger slipped, accidentally adding pressure to the piercing, Oliver couldn’t control the groan that slipped out of him.
“Fuck, sorry, Felix, it’s-“
“I had no idea you were fucking hung too, Christ.” It was as if Felix didn’t even hear him, too wrapped up in the vision splayed in front of him. Felix’s hand loosely curved itself around the head of Oliver’s cock, sliding his palm down to the base. Oliver gasped, his hips immediately jerking up to meet Felix’s lazy thrust. Felix shot a glance up at Oliver, grinning like the fucking bastard he was, “Desperate?”
“You’re the one who demanded I take off my pants in a fucking library. Greek mythology really get you hot and bothered?” The last words are choked when Felix’s grip tightened around his skin, starting to create slow pace of up and down, his hand narrowly avoiding his piercing.
“I’m just helping you out.” Felix murmured, his voice sultry and eyes shimmering with lust. The overwhelming heat of Felix’s voice against his throat, the nearly painful dryness of Felix’s palm against his cock, the heady scent of Felix’s rich person cologne surrounding them, Oliver was being bathed in Felix’s golden halo.
Felix gathered the gumption to flick his thumb quickly against the silver jewelry, and Oliver cried out, his head falling onto Felix’s shoulder as he panted, trying desperately to make it last. Oliver’s dick spurted out precum valiantly, now fully hard and twitching in Felix’s grasp.
“Shit, you get wet like a fucking girl.” Felix ground out between clenched teeth, his eyes never leaving Oliver’s dick.
“S-sorry.” Oliver wasn’t sorry. He’d never felt so good before in his life, being cradled in Felixs golden fingertips.
“Don’t apologize, it’s hot.” Felix said, almost sounding annoyed with Oliver’s apology. Oliver whimpered at the compliment, weak for any praise coming from Felix.
He started to develop a brutal pattern, quickly and roughly getting Oliver off while swiping his thumb against the piercing every other pass. Oliver’s hand found Felix’s shoulder, holding on for dear life as he was cruelly jerked off. At no point did Felix try to initiate any other points of physical contact, or suggest that he also wanted to be brought off. It was as if he was doing this solely for Oliver. Oliver couldn’t fathom as to why that would be, but he was too distracted by Felix furiously jerking him off to truly look into details.
“You gonna come?” Felixs rough voice flushed against the shell of Oliver’s ear, causing Oliver’s euphoria to raise even higher.
“Yeah, fuck, where—what should I-“ he tried to desperately form a coherent sentence.
“I could swallow it?” Felix offered.
Oliver nearly came on the spot.
“You kn-know how?” Oliver asked dumbly, Felix’s rhythm not ceasing a bit on his cock.
Felix rolled his eyes, grip slightly tightening, “Yeah, I’ve only been swallowing liquid for my entire life.”
“O-oh. Right.” Oliver nodded rapidly, his hips starting to thrust up into the tight fist of Felix’s hand.
Felix continued his ministration, hyperfocused on the task of getting Oliver to come. When Oliver’s needy whines transformed into desperate, loud pants that would be impossible to not hear if they were in here with other people, Felix quickly lowered his head between Oliver thighs. He wrapped his pink lips around the head of Oliver’s dick, sucked once on the jewelry hard, and Oliver came with a shout only muffled by him biting his own fist.
Coming down from the dizzying high took a moment, he heaved uneven gulps of air until his body started to regulate to a cooler temperature. Oliver swiped his saliva coated hand across his forehead, then remembered he had his fucking cock out in a public library and quickly stuffed it back into his black boxers. Felix remained thoughtfully silent, watching quietly as Oliver made himself decent once more.
Oliver noticed his quietness and offered, “I can return-“
“It’s alright! I just wanted to see uh how it works!” Felix quickly interrupted him, grinning nervously.
Oliver wasn’t sure if what Felix had said was English, “How…a cock piercing works?”
“Yeah, mate!” Felix nodded, like he was desperate to get this conversation. Why would that be if he was so enthusiastic to—
Oliver peered down at Felix’s lap, where it was noticeably covered by his shoulder bag which had previously been on the floor, “Did you come in your pants?”
“What? No!” Felix immediately sputtered, his cheeks darkening.
Oliver crossed his arms, “Then uncross your legs!”
“Don’t tell me what to do, Ollie!” Felix snapped, then, looking embarrassed, added lamely, “Sorry, mate.”
“It’s alright. No harm done.” Oliver smiled awkwardly, not knowing what else there was to say. He felt embarrassed, suddenly reliving the handjob with this new aspect. Felix didn’t want him, he wanted to help him . Poor Ollie gets his cock speared by a shady piercer thanks to Felix’s snake of a cousin, Felix probably thought Oliver hadn’t a clue why he’d gotten so hard so quickly, his lost little lamb. It made Oliver feel gross. Like one of Felixs lady’s he’d pick up from the club and “forget” to respond to their messages.
Oliver tried another tactic, gently tilting forward and into Felix’s space, “It’s alright if you did. It’s a natural reaction.”
“It wasn’t—from bringing you off, you know? I was just trying to help.” Felix rambled-explained, his cheeks burning in shame of his boner as if Oliver hadn’t just gotten off in front of him.
“Of course. You did a good job helping me out, Felix.” Oliver nearly purred, his hand slowly cresting up Felix’s knee, “Won’t you let me help you out too?”
Felix furtively glanced around the still somehow empty library. He then turned back to Oliver, wide eyes gazing into his as he watched Oliver’s hand slip further up his leg. The seconds ticked by like eternities, the only sound being Felix’s heavy breathing and the flickering of the library lights. Oliver’s hand burned as he dragged it up thigh, paused, hovering above his groin and raising his eyebrow at Felix.
“Shit, you’d, if only you’re okay with it—“ Felix finally agreed, looking a little skittish as he watched Oliver unzip his fly, gently rolling his jeans down to his hips. Felix’s cock was straining, his boxers already uncomfortably sticky from his first ejaculation.
“And you said I was wet like a girl.” Oliver hummed, pulling Felix out of his boxers. He gently stoked the weeping head, causing Felix to groan and sink back a little in his chair. Oliver looked up at Felix through his eyelashes, “How d’you want it?”
“However you want it.” Felix replied uncharacteristically shyly, his whole face already flushed.
Oliver nodded sagely at his answer, even if it was more of a deflection, and he dipped his chin so he could wrap his lips around Felix’s wet tip. The reaction was instigated immediately, Felix’s hips jerking up violently and nearly forcing Oliver to deep throat him.
“Jesus, I’m sorry, Ollie, I didn’t mean t—“ Oliver gagged a little, but firmly grabbed Felix’s hips, pinning them down to the back of his seat, as if telling him to stay. Felix whimpered at his small demonstration of strength, gripping tightly onto his seat edge.
Oliver, while still holding Felix’s hips kindly, lowered his lips down and down his length. Felix looked like he expected Oliver to stop midway (he wasn’t packing a monster, but it was still pretty impressive), to which Oliver decided to take him down to the hilt. Felix audibly gasped in disbelief, his soft noises becoming much more urgent.
“Ollie. You don’t have a fucking gag reflex?” Oliver looked up at him, blinking a few times as if to play at innocence before shaking his head and swallowing back down his cock.
Oliver worked himself up and down with admiration, rendering Felix speechless and clueless on what to do. Just the vision of Oliver Quick’s red mouth full of his dick made him nearly come, Oliver could see it in the sudden jolt in his body whenever they locked eyes. Felix slowly unglued his hands from the seat edge and let them wander and curl into Oliver’s hair. Oliver stilled at the feeling of Felix’s hands, and pulled off his dick.
“Sorry, sorry, I should’ve—“
“S’alright.” Oliver took Felix’s large palms in his, putting one at the base of his skull, and the other one in his. He gazed back up at Felix, ensuring he still looked as lovesick and adoring as usual, “You can use me. If you’d like.”
Felix was taken aback by the suggestion, frozen in his place as if Oliver was Medusa, turning him into stone at just the seductive tilt of his chin.
“You don’t have to, Felix.” Oliver reassured, his hands gently returning to their respective ends of Felix’s hips, “However, I do quite like getting my hair pulled.”
That was all it took for Felix to sharply tug on Oliver’s hair and steer his mouth back on his dick, lips dropped open in an ‘oh’ of pleasure. Felix set his own pace, sliding Oliver up and down his length like he was his fucking cock sleeve. Precome dribbled out the corners of his mouth, tears streaming down his cheeks. It was humiliating, it was obscene, it was so fucking hot.
“Jesus, Ollie, you’re perfect.” Felix moaned, starting to thrust up into Oliver’s mouth till it felt like Felix was fucking his lungs. Oliver whined around his cock, his eyes feeling hazy and unfocused. “Im bout to come-“
Oliver pushed his lips down Felix’s length, mouth full of his cock, and swallowed hard around him. Felix let out a guttural moan, crying out as he came a second fucking time, Oliver barely remembering to swallow and ending up with a lot smeared on his chin and cheek. Felix looked down at Oliver, where he kneeled between his open thighs, and shakily cupped his chin, thumb gathering the come up. His wet fingertip graced Oliver’s bottom lip, and Oliver gently sucked him into his mouth, laving his tongue all over the digit. Felix retracted his finger, caressing the soft crevice of his cheeks. Then, Felix broke out of his dreamy-eyed trance, a look of faint horror crossing his face as the realization of what oliver and him had just done dawned upon him.
Felix stood up, fumbling with his fly. Oliver stood up as well, “Where are yo—“
“I just remembered something I’ve got early in the morning. I’ll, uh, see you around? Tomorrow?” Felix nervously smiled, almost brushing his hair back before remembering what he’d been doing with his hand awkwardly dropping it at his side.
Oliver tried not to let his disappointment show, so he nodded, offering him a grimace. “Sweet dreams, Felix.”
Felix’s face darkened just for a moment before he spun on his heel, dashing out of the library.