one day
Title: one day
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: tom sykes/oliver sykes
Summary: oli got dumped. tom's never been kissed.
Warnings: potty mouth, incest, kissing.
Disclaimer: i'm a compulsive liar, actually. if you got here by googling yourself, run away while you still can. don't own, don't sue.
Dedications: loppydum
Author Notes: i wrote this tonight. ok
Tom is sitting at his desk editing some photos when there's a knock on his bedroom door.
“It's open,” Tom says. The door squeaks open. It's Oliver. Tom glances up at him and he can tell that Oliver's been crying. It's always obvious when Oliver's been crying. Tom gets up and goes over to the door, shutting it behind them. “C'mere,” he says, pulling Oliver to the bed and sitting him down. Tom sits next to him.
“He broke up with me,” Oliver murmurs. “Over text.”
Tom sighs. He's tired of watching all this happen to Oliver, seeing boy after boy that he dates fuck him and then fuck him over. Then he's always there to put Oliver back together. He always has to hold back the whole “I wouldn't do that to you” thought away every time this happens. Tom plays with the hem of his shirt.
“That's a dick move,” Tom says softly. “You don't deserve that. I'm sorry.”
Oliver nods. He looks over at Tom's window and bites his lip. It's raining out, but it usually is. Oliver presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, probably fucking with some random bite there.
“Can you open the window so I can hear the rain?” Oliver asks, voice quiet.
Tom doesn't say anything. He just gets up and goes over to the window, sliding it open. Oliver's eyes close and the hum of the rain echoes in Tom's bedroom. Tom swears he sees a hint of a smile play on Oliver's lips. They look soft.
“My first kiss was in the rain,” Oliver says, which feels sort of obscure but Tom just sits next to him and sighs. He doesn't mention that he hasn't had his first kiss. Oliver looks at him as if he's just read his thoughts. “You haven't...”
“No,” Tom whispers, blushing. He looks down at his lap. Oliver's fingers brush his jaw and lift Tom's chin up, turning his face to his. Tom looks up at Oliver, eyes wide and blue and a little confused. Oliver presses his lips together.
“One day,” Oliver starts to say, but then he bites his lip. “Maybe I'm not one to talk.”
“It's okay,” Tom says. He looks somewhere past Oliver's shoulder.
“Not really,” Oliver murmurs. He takes a deep breath and then Tom sort of realizes Oliver's face is close to his and Tom sort of makes this little noise of either approval or apprehension.
“What're you doing,” Tom breathes, even though he knows what Oliver is doing.
“I was going to give you your first kiss,” Oliver says softly, and Tom looks up at him. He nods and Oliver smiles a bit, leaning down the rest of the way to seal their lips together. Tom waits, just sort of getting used to the feeling, and Oliver brushes a hand through Tom's hair. Tom isn't sure how to kiss back so he pulls away, just barely, lips no more than half an inch from Oliver's.
“I don't know how to kiss,” Tom admits. Oliver plays with a little piece of Tom's hair, chewing his lip.
“It's okay,” Oliver murmurs. “You'll get used to it.”
“Are we going to kiss again?” Tom asks, and Oliver nods, so Tom nods back. Tom closes his eyes and waits for Oliver's lips. They're there. Tom presses back a bit and Oliver holds the back of Tom's neck, holding him close. Tom ventures a curious lick and Oliver kind of smiles.
“Babe,” he giggles, and Tom bites his lip.
“Sorry,” he says.
“It's fine love,” Oliver says, kissing Tom again, and this time Tom keeps his tongue in his mouth. They kiss for a while, until Tom thinks he's alright at it. He breaks it off and rests his forehead against Oliver's, their noses nudged together.
“Can we lay down?” Tom asks. The rain is still soft in the back of his head and the chill is light on his skin. Oliver just kind of pulls Tom down on the bed and Tom nuzzles his chest, resting his head there. “Thanks,” he whispers.
“Don't worry about it, baby,” Oliver murmurs. He's still absently playing with a piece of Tom's hair. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” Tom says softly. Oliver is comfortable. He's a bit bony but Tom doesn't mind. Tom just likes laying on Oliver. Well, Tom just likes Oliver in general.
Author: asphyxiatide/marina.
Rating: pg-13
Pairing: tom sykes/oliver sykes
Summary: oli got dumped. tom's never been kissed.
Warnings: potty mouth, incest, kissing.
Disclaimer: i'm a compulsive liar, actually. if you got here by googling yourself, run away while you still can. don't own, don't sue.
Dedications: loppydum
Author Notes: i wrote this tonight. ok
Tom is sitting at his desk editing some photos when there's a knock on his bedroom door.
“It's open,” Tom says. The door squeaks open. It's Oliver. Tom glances up at him and he can tell that Oliver's been crying. It's always obvious when Oliver's been crying. Tom gets up and goes over to the door, shutting it behind them. “C'mere,” he says, pulling Oliver to the bed and sitting him down. Tom sits next to him.
“He broke up with me,” Oliver murmurs. “Over text.”
Tom sighs. He's tired of watching all this happen to Oliver, seeing boy after boy that he dates fuck him and then fuck him over. Then he's always there to put Oliver back together. He always has to hold back the whole “I wouldn't do that to you” thought away every time this happens. Tom plays with the hem of his shirt.
“That's a dick move,” Tom says softly. “You don't deserve that. I'm sorry.”
Oliver nods. He looks over at Tom's window and bites his lip. It's raining out, but it usually is. Oliver presses his tongue to the inside of his cheek, probably fucking with some random bite there.
“Can you open the window so I can hear the rain?” Oliver asks, voice quiet.
Tom doesn't say anything. He just gets up and goes over to the window, sliding it open. Oliver's eyes close and the hum of the rain echoes in Tom's bedroom. Tom swears he sees a hint of a smile play on Oliver's lips. They look soft.
“My first kiss was in the rain,” Oliver says, which feels sort of obscure but Tom just sits next to him and sighs. He doesn't mention that he hasn't had his first kiss. Oliver looks at him as if he's just read his thoughts. “You haven't...”
“No,” Tom whispers, blushing. He looks down at his lap. Oliver's fingers brush his jaw and lift Tom's chin up, turning his face to his. Tom looks up at Oliver, eyes wide and blue and a little confused. Oliver presses his lips together.
“One day,” Oliver starts to say, but then he bites his lip. “Maybe I'm not one to talk.”
“It's okay,” Tom says. He looks somewhere past Oliver's shoulder.
“Not really,” Oliver murmurs. He takes a deep breath and then Tom sort of realizes Oliver's face is close to his and Tom sort of makes this little noise of either approval or apprehension.
“What're you doing,” Tom breathes, even though he knows what Oliver is doing.
“I was going to give you your first kiss,” Oliver says softly, and Tom looks up at him. He nods and Oliver smiles a bit, leaning down the rest of the way to seal their lips together. Tom waits, just sort of getting used to the feeling, and Oliver brushes a hand through Tom's hair. Tom isn't sure how to kiss back so he pulls away, just barely, lips no more than half an inch from Oliver's.
“I don't know how to kiss,” Tom admits. Oliver plays with a little piece of Tom's hair, chewing his lip.
“It's okay,” Oliver murmurs. “You'll get used to it.”
“Are we going to kiss again?” Tom asks, and Oliver nods, so Tom nods back. Tom closes his eyes and waits for Oliver's lips. They're there. Tom presses back a bit and Oliver holds the back of Tom's neck, holding him close. Tom ventures a curious lick and Oliver kind of smiles.
“Babe,” he giggles, and Tom bites his lip.
“Sorry,” he says.
“It's fine love,” Oliver says, kissing Tom again, and this time Tom keeps his tongue in his mouth. They kiss for a while, until Tom thinks he's alright at it. He breaks it off and rests his forehead against Oliver's, their noses nudged together.
“Can we lay down?” Tom asks. The rain is still soft in the back of his head and the chill is light on his skin. Oliver just kind of pulls Tom down on the bed and Tom nuzzles his chest, resting his head there. “Thanks,” he whispers.
“Don't worry about it, baby,” Oliver murmurs. He's still absently playing with a piece of Tom's hair. “I love you.”
“Love you too,” Tom says softly. Oliver is comfortable. He's a bit bony but Tom doesn't mind. Tom just likes laying on Oliver. Well, Tom just likes Oliver in general.