The Truth About Cats and Dogs [1/2]
Title: The Truth About Cats and Dogs [1/2]
Author: Jess>>>> bangxbangxdie7
Pairing: Oliver Sykes/ Christofer Drew Ingle (Never Shout Never)
Rating: NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: Chris tries so hard to save his relationship with Oliver. But will it work?
Disclaimer: Not true. I lie.
Author Note: This is written for austinattack. She has been amazing and commented everything I've written and I love her to bits! Sorry it's kinda late hun! <333
Oliver and Chris have problems. Serious problems. Just like every other relationship out there. They fight over small things, medium things, and big things. If there isn't something to fight about, they find something to fight about. Because in every relationship, whether people want to admit it or not, there is always a peacemaker and a war-maker. That's right. One person finds something to argue about, and the other tries to fix it. It balances the relationship out. If there is no war-maker or peacemaker, or perhaps a war-maker and a war-maker or a peacemaker and a peacemaker, the relationship more often than not doesn't work. It's just the way it is.
The problem with Oliver and Chris is unfortunately Oliver's personality. Oliver is what one would call a bastard. He doesn't seem to care much about anything other than himself. He cares about food, sleep, and sex. And that's pretty much it. Oliver never cared about being in a relationship. He figured that one night stands would last him until he was about 40. Then, and only then would he settle down. He had numerous guys and girls share his bed with him, and that was so great for Oliver because that's all he was looking for; fun.
Chris on the other hand, is way on the opposite end of the spectrum. Chris always was one to wear his heart on his sleeve and open up his arms to anyone who was looking to be held. He always had someone in his life to call his own. His heart was so full of love and all he wanted was to be loved back so badly. He had so much love to give, and he gave his heart to many people. But he never kept anyone for too long.
Oliver and Chris had met on the Vans Warped Tour. Oliver didn't give a fuck who was on the tour with him and his band, all he wanted to do was scream his lungs out to put on a good show. He had heard of Never Shout Never before, but he didn't know anything about him. And he didn't even want to.
Chris wanted to know EVERYONE on the our. He wanted to be friends with everybody and exchange phone numbers and twitters and be friendly with the guys from other bands. He was having a blast and he almost didn't want to leave.
Oliver was taking a nice stroll down by the tents to see if he could get some free food somewhere, preferably a slice of pizza. But he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Chris, shirtless and sweaty in all his glory. See, Oliver was very shallow, and he was also very confident. He walked up to Chris and introduced himself.
He never thought in a million years that his one quick fuck with Chris would turn into 10 long months. He never thought that anyone could charm him, never change his mind about relationships. But Chris did. Not because he was trying to...because he was purely Chris- just a boy who knew how to be likable. Oliver even left his hometown in the freaking UK to move in with Chris in his apartment in Missouri. And they've been inseparable ever since. But that does NOT mean that things are perfect. Far, far from it.
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Chris likes living with Oliver...he loves Oliver, Oliver is his boyfriend and he'd do anything for him. Oliver pays for him when they go out and he helps him cook dinner from time to time. He isn't the neatest person in the world and he lets the house get messy once in a while, but that doesn't change the way Chris feels about him. Chris is blind, when it comes to his boyfriend. He doesn't see him for what he really is. He can't...he refuses. He's always tried to see the best in people. Even when there is nothing good to see at all.
"CHRIS WHAT THE FUCK? I CAN'T FIND MY CIGS WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT THEM?!" Chris usually gets screamed at every day, it's the norm. It's sad to say that he's sort of gotten used to it.
"I didn't touch them sweetheart, I swear. I'll help you look for them though," he calls to his boyfriend who has traveled up the stairs in a bad mood.
Chris thinks smoking is disgusting, and he hates that Oliver smokes in their house, but he wouldn't ever tell him he couldn't. Oliver should be able to do what makes him happy. Just as Chris is allowed to do what makes him happy...sometimes.
Chris sighs when he finds his boyfriend's cigarettes on the kitchen counter, right where they always are. He resists his urge to throw them out the window, and finds his boyfriend upstairs sitting on their bed with his hands covering his face.
"Ollie...baby, what's wrong? Look I found 'em, no reason to get upset?" He sits down next to Oliver, who angrily grabs his box from him.
"It's not about the fucking cigs, Chris. It's never about that, or whenever else I 'lose' something or when you drive me absolutely nuts or when we have bad sex. It's never about any of that shit, it's...it's about you! You in general. I can't stand you!" His thick accent echoes in Chris' ears.
Chris feels his face get hot. He always gets blamed for everything. No matter what it is. Sometimes nothing even happens and it's his fault. It's Chris' fault that Oliver has a beer belly, it's Chris' fault that the power goes out during a storm, it's Chris' fault when the dog has an accident on the floor when Oliver is the only one home to let her out. It's never Oliver's fault...it's always Chris.
"Me? Oliver, what are you talking about? I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything. At least not today...and if I did, I'm sorry-"
Oliver stands up and takes one of his cigarettes out, putting it between his lips and lighting up for the first time since yesterday. He usually calms down once he has his first Marlboro of the day.
"That's fucking it, Chris! You're always fucking sorry. You always own up to shit that you didn't even do," he laughs bitterly and takes a long drag. "...I don't get how you got me into this mess, Chris. Really fucking don't. You got me here, in this shitty town so far away from all my friends and for what? To live with you and 'be' with you for you to think that maybe someday we'll be a big happy family? Fuck, why am I here?"
Chris' lip trembles and he's so confused. "Ollie, where is this all coming from? I thought...you maybe wanted to be here. I didn't force you to come? I thought...'this' is what you wanted. What am I doing wrong, I...I..just talk to me Ollie!"
Chris can't hold back his tears anymore, even though crying won't help him this time. Oliver used to give into Chris' tears but not anymore. The honeymoon stage for them was over long ago.
"We're so god damn different, Chris! I notice it more and more every fucking day of my life. You want go for a walk and I want to sleep. You want to take a sign language class and the only 'sign' I know is the middle finger. Think about it, you and I...this would have never worked. Not in the long run. Look, Chris...you tricked me...somehow. 7 months ago when we met...you lured me in and now, I want out. I can't take this shit anymore, Chris. I've gotta get out of here."
Chris ignores Oliver blowing smoke in his face. "10, Ollie. 10 months ago we met. What are you saying?" he can't help but choke on his sobs. "Are you breaking up with me? Over something that's not even a big deal? Yeah Ollie. We fight...we're different but we're the same too. We're both musicians...we love art...we have a dog who we love. We love each OTHER. What...what is making you feel so doubtful that you have to put on this...this act that you don't give a shit, huh?"
Oliver finishes his cigarette and smashes the remains in an ash tray. He hates it when Chris cries. It makes him look so ugly, and so inferior. He can't take it anymore...the fighting, the lying, the crying, the sheer emotions that go through him every single day because of Chris.
"7, 10, 20 whatever, Chris. It doesn't fucking matter. And reality check, Chris this is a big deal. We're two totally different people who want two totally different things in life. We probably have about 5 fucking things in common that aren't even important. And news flash, Chris, I never once told you I loved you. Because I don't! I know that's not what you want to hear but...I really don't."
Chris covers his face and cries into his hands. How dare Oliver say something like that to him? He's right...he's never heard those three words come out of Oliver's mouth but he always got the feeling that Oliver loved him. They had slow sex sometimes...and Chris swears he could feel the love between them when they did. Oliver wasn't always such a jerk. Not enough to make Chris leave him...
"Fuck you, Oliver! Why are you doing this? You do not know how many times I try...and try again to make this work with you. I put up with some of the most stupid crap to keep you happy- if I even do make you happy anymore!" he shakes his head, not grasping what's happening. "...what do I need to do? Just tell me, Ollie. Tell me what I need to do and I'll do it you don't understand..."
Oliver steps closer to his boyfriend and looks at him with saddened hazel eyes. He doesn't know why he's so vile...he just is...he can't give himself to Chris. Chris can't have all of him.
"You shouldn't have to try so fucking hard, Chris! There's nothing you can do. There's no going back now what's done is done. We had a real bumpy ride but I think it's safe to say the rides finally over. I'll pack all my shit up, get the next flight out of here and leave so you-"
Chris gets up from their bed, tears streaking down his face and desperately crashes his lips with Oliver's. He pushes him up against their wall and shoves his tongue down his throat. He doesn't want Oliver to leave...he'd do anything to make him stay. Oliver attempts to push the smaller framed boy away from him. "Chris, stop."
Chris ignores the older man and continues to kiss him even though it's obvious he doesn't want to kiss him back. He pulls off his shirt, hoping that his naked torso will turn his boyfriend on...like it always does. That is what got Oliver's attention in the first place...Chris' smoking hot body. The cute skinny body that is and always was so delicate and fragile. The body that Oliver used to love and adore and want all the time.
"Oliver please...if this is the last time I get to have you..." Chris starts to unbutton Oliver's pants, hoping that maybe this could somehow save their fucked up relationship. He knows that it probably won't, but it's worth a try.
Oliver grabs his boyfriends wrists and tosses him roughly onto their bed. He says nothing; he only holds him down and kisses him. He really wishes he'd stop crying, because he will not be able to have sex with him if he can't stop. Nothing is worse than seeing how pathetic Chris can be in such a common setting. People break up, people get hurt, but they get over it.
"You've gotta stop with the waterworks, Chris. Or I can't...I can't. I'm not that much of a son of a bitch. Despite what you may think of me now..."
Chris wipes under his eyes and tries to control his breathing. He takes off Oliver's shirt and pulls down his pants. Oliver kicks them off and yanks his boyfriends pants off as well. Oliver won't lie to himself, he loves looking at Chris naked. He's one of the most good looking guys he's ever got the chance to be with. He's got the most beautiful skin, his muscles built just enough, and as just the right amount of tattoos to keep Oliver's eyes interested. His hair is always styled to perfection, and his teeth are always white. He always looks so clean. So...not like Oliver.
"Fuck me." Chris breathes, spreading his legs and pulling Oliver closer to him. He doesn't want this to be the last time. He doesn't want Oliver to leave him.
They've had their moments where things weren't picture perfect but they got through tough times. Oliver was happy...he's just choosing not to be at this point. He's thinking of reasons to leave when he should be thinking of reasons to stay. But he'd rather take the easy way out and leave Chris. Leaving is so much easier than sticking it out and trying to make this work.
Oliver doesn't look for a condom or worry about preparing Chris, he doesn't care that he's hurting him physically as well as emotionally. In Oliver's mind...Chris deserves it.
Chris' nails scrape down Oliver's back, making his milk white flesh turn a light pink. "You're such an asshole," he mutters, trying to ignore the searing pain in his bottom.
"You wanted this," he reminds the younger man, thrusting in and out of him without mercy. He does feel bad, because he knows the pain he's experiencing; he's been fucked raw and hard before- before Chris. Before he knew gentleness with...Chris. Before he was loved by Chris.
He never really knew what it took to love someone. He wonders, as he's fucking him so hard he'll probably bleed, he wonders how Chris could love him. He's self-destructing and mean and arrogant and all these things that a person should hate. What is it that Chris sees in him? Does he see flowers and butterflies? He must see a different side of Oliver...a side that Oliver doesn't even see himself.
After the pain starts to go away, Chris starts to enjoy himself. And he lets Oliver know this by moaning and giving him small words of encouragement. "Ollie...Oliver, oh! Fuck..."
Oliver always loves to hear Chris scream his name when they have sex. It's a cockiness thing, and he'll be the first to admit it. He has to admit to himself...he's going to miss hearing his name from Chris' lips.
"Please..." he whispers, looking directly into Oliver's gorgeous hazel green eyes. He's pleading for more than one thing, of course. But Oliver can only give him one. "Ollie..."
Oliver leans down and kisses Chris, moving a bit slower with his hips. They share a tender moment that is very, very short lived. Oliver doesn't want this to last long, so he takes it upon himself to find Chris' prostate and slam into it as hard and deep as he can. Chris is screaming so loud that the neighbors will complain. Oliver doesn't wait for his boyfriend to come first, he selfishly comes inside of him, loving the way his face contorts into pleasure when he comes himself. They very rarely come at the same time...Chris hopes that it's a sign that they can do more together...more than just come at the same time. They can do other things as a couple. Can't they?
The older man doesn't waste any more time, he pulls out of Chris slowly and quickly throws his clothes back on.
"Please don't leave me, Oliver. Please! We can work it out, I'll do whatever it takes, I swear..." Chris sits up and balls the sheets in his fists. "PLEASE!"
Oliver shakes his head and bites down on his pierced lip. "We can't, Chris. I'll...I'm going to leave now," he nods his head. "I'll come back to get my stuff later, okay?"
Chris begins to cry again. "Y-You tell me that you're sorry, Oliver! Tell me that you're fucking sorry because you're breaking my fucking heart! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!" he shouts, bringing the covers up to his pain-stricken face. "Don't I at least deserve a fucking apology?"
Oliver breathes in deep and searches his pockets for his beloved cigarettes. He gathers up his wallet, his cell phone and his keys. He takes one look at how extremely broken Chris is on their bed, and his bottom lip shakes.
"I'm sorry, Christofer," he whispers, knowing that this boy will not be there when he comes to get his stuff- that this is the last look he's ever going to get at him. And it's devastating.
Chris nods, knowing in his heart that Oliver means it. This is it. This is how it's going to be. They've passed the point of no return. And it's over.
Author: Jess>>>> bangxbangxdie7
Pairing: Oliver Sykes/ Christofer Drew Ingle (Never Shout Never)
Rating: NC-17
POV: Third
Summary: Chris tries so hard to save his relationship with Oliver. But will it work?
Disclaimer: Not true. I lie.
Author Note: This is written for austinattack. She has been amazing and commented everything I've written and I love her to bits! Sorry it's kinda late hun! <333
Oliver and Chris have problems. Serious problems. Just like every other relationship out there. They fight over small things, medium things, and big things. If there isn't something to fight about, they find something to fight about. Because in every relationship, whether people want to admit it or not, there is always a peacemaker and a war-maker. That's right. One person finds something to argue about, and the other tries to fix it. It balances the relationship out. If there is no war-maker or peacemaker, or perhaps a war-maker and a war-maker or a peacemaker and a peacemaker, the relationship more often than not doesn't work. It's just the way it is.
The problem with Oliver and Chris is unfortunately Oliver's personality. Oliver is what one would call a bastard. He doesn't seem to care much about anything other than himself. He cares about food, sleep, and sex. And that's pretty much it. Oliver never cared about being in a relationship. He figured that one night stands would last him until he was about 40. Then, and only then would he settle down. He had numerous guys and girls share his bed with him, and that was so great for Oliver because that's all he was looking for; fun.
Chris on the other hand, is way on the opposite end of the spectrum. Chris always was one to wear his heart on his sleeve and open up his arms to anyone who was looking to be held. He always had someone in his life to call his own. His heart was so full of love and all he wanted was to be loved back so badly. He had so much love to give, and he gave his heart to many people. But he never kept anyone for too long.
Oliver and Chris had met on the Vans Warped Tour. Oliver didn't give a fuck who was on the tour with him and his band, all he wanted to do was scream his lungs out to put on a good show. He had heard of Never Shout Never before, but he didn't know anything about him. And he didn't even want to.
Chris wanted to know EVERYONE on the our. He wanted to be friends with everybody and exchange phone numbers and twitters and be friendly with the guys from other bands. He was having a blast and he almost didn't want to leave.
Oliver was taking a nice stroll down by the tents to see if he could get some free food somewhere, preferably a slice of pizza. But he stopped dead in his tracks when he saw Chris, shirtless and sweaty in all his glory. See, Oliver was very shallow, and he was also very confident. He walked up to Chris and introduced himself.
He never thought in a million years that his one quick fuck with Chris would turn into 10 long months. He never thought that anyone could charm him, never change his mind about relationships. But Chris did. Not because he was trying to...because he was purely Chris- just a boy who knew how to be likable. Oliver even left his hometown in the freaking UK to move in with Chris in his apartment in Missouri. And they've been inseparable ever since. But that does NOT mean that things are perfect. Far, far from it.
~
Chris likes living with Oliver...he loves Oliver, Oliver is his boyfriend and he'd do anything for him. Oliver pays for him when they go out and he helps him cook dinner from time to time. He isn't the neatest person in the world and he lets the house get messy once in a while, but that doesn't change the way Chris feels about him. Chris is blind, when it comes to his boyfriend. He doesn't see him for what he really is. He can't...he refuses. He's always tried to see the best in people. Even when there is nothing good to see at all.
"CHRIS WHAT THE FUCK? I CAN'T FIND MY CIGS WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU PUT THEM?!" Chris usually gets screamed at every day, it's the norm. It's sad to say that he's sort of gotten used to it.
"I didn't touch them sweetheart, I swear. I'll help you look for them though," he calls to his boyfriend who has traveled up the stairs in a bad mood.
Chris thinks smoking is disgusting, and he hates that Oliver smokes in their house, but he wouldn't ever tell him he couldn't. Oliver should be able to do what makes him happy. Just as Chris is allowed to do what makes him happy...sometimes.
Chris sighs when he finds his boyfriend's cigarettes on the kitchen counter, right where they always are. He resists his urge to throw them out the window, and finds his boyfriend upstairs sitting on their bed with his hands covering his face.
"Ollie...baby, what's wrong? Look I found 'em, no reason to get upset?" He sits down next to Oliver, who angrily grabs his box from him.
"It's not about the fucking cigs, Chris. It's never about that, or whenever else I 'lose' something or when you drive me absolutely nuts or when we have bad sex. It's never about any of that shit, it's...it's about you! You in general. I can't stand you!" His thick accent echoes in Chris' ears.
Chris feels his face get hot. He always gets blamed for everything. No matter what it is. Sometimes nothing even happens and it's his fault. It's Chris' fault that Oliver has a beer belly, it's Chris' fault that the power goes out during a storm, it's Chris' fault when the dog has an accident on the floor when Oliver is the only one home to let her out. It's never Oliver's fault...it's always Chris.
"Me? Oliver, what are you talking about? I'm pretty sure I didn't do anything. At least not today...and if I did, I'm sorry-"
Oliver stands up and takes one of his cigarettes out, putting it between his lips and lighting up for the first time since yesterday. He usually calms down once he has his first Marlboro of the day.
"That's fucking it, Chris! You're always fucking sorry. You always own up to shit that you didn't even do," he laughs bitterly and takes a long drag. "...I don't get how you got me into this mess, Chris. Really fucking don't. You got me here, in this shitty town so far away from all my friends and for what? To live with you and 'be' with you for you to think that maybe someday we'll be a big happy family? Fuck, why am I here?"
Chris' lip trembles and he's so confused. "Ollie, where is this all coming from? I thought...you maybe wanted to be here. I didn't force you to come? I thought...'this' is what you wanted. What am I doing wrong, I...I..just talk to me Ollie!"
Chris can't hold back his tears anymore, even though crying won't help him this time. Oliver used to give into Chris' tears but not anymore. The honeymoon stage for them was over long ago.
"We're so god damn different, Chris! I notice it more and more every fucking day of my life. You want go for a walk and I want to sleep. You want to take a sign language class and the only 'sign' I know is the middle finger. Think about it, you and I...this would have never worked. Not in the long run. Look, Chris...you tricked me...somehow. 7 months ago when we met...you lured me in and now, I want out. I can't take this shit anymore, Chris. I've gotta get out of here."
Chris ignores Oliver blowing smoke in his face. "10, Ollie. 10 months ago we met. What are you saying?" he can't help but choke on his sobs. "Are you breaking up with me? Over something that's not even a big deal? Yeah Ollie. We fight...we're different but we're the same too. We're both musicians...we love art...we have a dog who we love. We love each OTHER. What...what is making you feel so doubtful that you have to put on this...this act that you don't give a shit, huh?"
Oliver finishes his cigarette and smashes the remains in an ash tray. He hates it when Chris cries. It makes him look so ugly, and so inferior. He can't take it anymore...the fighting, the lying, the crying, the sheer emotions that go through him every single day because of Chris.
"7, 10, 20 whatever, Chris. It doesn't fucking matter. And reality check, Chris this is a big deal. We're two totally different people who want two totally different things in life. We probably have about 5 fucking things in common that aren't even important. And news flash, Chris, I never once told you I loved you. Because I don't! I know that's not what you want to hear but...I really don't."
Chris covers his face and cries into his hands. How dare Oliver say something like that to him? He's right...he's never heard those three words come out of Oliver's mouth but he always got the feeling that Oliver loved him. They had slow sex sometimes...and Chris swears he could feel the love between them when they did. Oliver wasn't always such a jerk. Not enough to make Chris leave him...
"Fuck you, Oliver! Why are you doing this? You do not know how many times I try...and try again to make this work with you. I put up with some of the most stupid crap to keep you happy- if I even do make you happy anymore!" he shakes his head, not grasping what's happening. "...what do I need to do? Just tell me, Ollie. Tell me what I need to do and I'll do it you don't understand..."
Oliver steps closer to his boyfriend and looks at him with saddened hazel eyes. He doesn't know why he's so vile...he just is...he can't give himself to Chris. Chris can't have all of him.
"You shouldn't have to try so fucking hard, Chris! There's nothing you can do. There's no going back now what's done is done. We had a real bumpy ride but I think it's safe to say the rides finally over. I'll pack all my shit up, get the next flight out of here and leave so you-"
Chris gets up from their bed, tears streaking down his face and desperately crashes his lips with Oliver's. He pushes him up against their wall and shoves his tongue down his throat. He doesn't want Oliver to leave...he'd do anything to make him stay. Oliver attempts to push the smaller framed boy away from him. "Chris, stop."
Chris ignores the older man and continues to kiss him even though it's obvious he doesn't want to kiss him back. He pulls off his shirt, hoping that his naked torso will turn his boyfriend on...like it always does. That is what got Oliver's attention in the first place...Chris' smoking hot body. The cute skinny body that is and always was so delicate and fragile. The body that Oliver used to love and adore and want all the time.
"Oliver please...if this is the last time I get to have you..." Chris starts to unbutton Oliver's pants, hoping that maybe this could somehow save their fucked up relationship. He knows that it probably won't, but it's worth a try.
Oliver grabs his boyfriends wrists and tosses him roughly onto their bed. He says nothing; he only holds him down and kisses him. He really wishes he'd stop crying, because he will not be able to have sex with him if he can't stop. Nothing is worse than seeing how pathetic Chris can be in such a common setting. People break up, people get hurt, but they get over it.
"You've gotta stop with the waterworks, Chris. Or I can't...I can't. I'm not that much of a son of a bitch. Despite what you may think of me now..."
Chris wipes under his eyes and tries to control his breathing. He takes off Oliver's shirt and pulls down his pants. Oliver kicks them off and yanks his boyfriends pants off as well. Oliver won't lie to himself, he loves looking at Chris naked. He's one of the most good looking guys he's ever got the chance to be with. He's got the most beautiful skin, his muscles built just enough, and as just the right amount of tattoos to keep Oliver's eyes interested. His hair is always styled to perfection, and his teeth are always white. He always looks so clean. So...not like Oliver.
"Fuck me." Chris breathes, spreading his legs and pulling Oliver closer to him. He doesn't want this to be the last time. He doesn't want Oliver to leave him.
They've had their moments where things weren't picture perfect but they got through tough times. Oliver was happy...he's just choosing not to be at this point. He's thinking of reasons to leave when he should be thinking of reasons to stay. But he'd rather take the easy way out and leave Chris. Leaving is so much easier than sticking it out and trying to make this work.
Oliver doesn't look for a condom or worry about preparing Chris, he doesn't care that he's hurting him physically as well as emotionally. In Oliver's mind...Chris deserves it.
Chris' nails scrape down Oliver's back, making his milk white flesh turn a light pink. "You're such an asshole," he mutters, trying to ignore the searing pain in his bottom.
"You wanted this," he reminds the younger man, thrusting in and out of him without mercy. He does feel bad, because he knows the pain he's experiencing; he's been fucked raw and hard before- before Chris. Before he knew gentleness with...Chris. Before he was loved by Chris.
He never really knew what it took to love someone. He wonders, as he's fucking him so hard he'll probably bleed, he wonders how Chris could love him. He's self-destructing and mean and arrogant and all these things that a person should hate. What is it that Chris sees in him? Does he see flowers and butterflies? He must see a different side of Oliver...a side that Oliver doesn't even see himself.
After the pain starts to go away, Chris starts to enjoy himself. And he lets Oliver know this by moaning and giving him small words of encouragement. "Ollie...Oliver, oh! Fuck..."
Oliver always loves to hear Chris scream his name when they have sex. It's a cockiness thing, and he'll be the first to admit it. He has to admit to himself...he's going to miss hearing his name from Chris' lips.
"Please..." he whispers, looking directly into Oliver's gorgeous hazel green eyes. He's pleading for more than one thing, of course. But Oliver can only give him one. "Ollie..."
Oliver leans down and kisses Chris, moving a bit slower with his hips. They share a tender moment that is very, very short lived. Oliver doesn't want this to last long, so he takes it upon himself to find Chris' prostate and slam into it as hard and deep as he can. Chris is screaming so loud that the neighbors will complain. Oliver doesn't wait for his boyfriend to come first, he selfishly comes inside of him, loving the way his face contorts into pleasure when he comes himself. They very rarely come at the same time...Chris hopes that it's a sign that they can do more together...more than just come at the same time. They can do other things as a couple. Can't they?
The older man doesn't waste any more time, he pulls out of Chris slowly and quickly throws his clothes back on.
"Please don't leave me, Oliver. Please! We can work it out, I'll do whatever it takes, I swear..." Chris sits up and balls the sheets in his fists. "PLEASE!"
Oliver shakes his head and bites down on his pierced lip. "We can't, Chris. I'll...I'm going to leave now," he nods his head. "I'll come back to get my stuff later, okay?"
Chris begins to cry again. "Y-You tell me that you're sorry, Oliver! Tell me that you're fucking sorry because you're breaking my fucking heart! I GAVE YOU EVERYTHING!" he shouts, bringing the covers up to his pain-stricken face. "Don't I at least deserve a fucking apology?"
Oliver breathes in deep and searches his pockets for his beloved cigarettes. He gathers up his wallet, his cell phone and his keys. He takes one look at how extremely broken Chris is on their bed, and his bottom lip shakes.
"I'm sorry, Christofer," he whispers, knowing that this boy will not be there when he comes to get his stuff- that this is the last look he's ever going to get at him. And it's devastating.
Chris nods, knowing in his heart that Oliver means it. This is it. This is how it's going to be. They've passed the point of no return. And it's over.