Think I'm In Love (But It Makes Me Kinda Nervous To Say So) , 3/6
Title: Think I'm In Love (But It Makes Me Kinda Nervous To Say So), 3/6
Pairing: Oscar/Andy
Rating for this Chapter: R?
Word Count: 826
Spoilers: Through "Secret Santa"
Disclaimer: Still not mine. If it was, we would see Oscar touching himself on screen. Weekly.
Summary for this Chapter: Oscar can't stop thinking about what happened in the parking lot.
A/N: Not beta'd, I've never really written sexual themes before, so forgive me if it's terrible in that regard.
Part 1, Part 2
Oscar lay awake in bed. He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. He couldn't keep pretending that he didn't have feelings for Andy, it was obvious he did. But Andy had hurt him. He couldn't blame Andy for it, but he had allowed himself to get his hopes up, and after seeing Andy with Erin, everything just came shattering down.
It was hard enough when things were over with Gil. They had been dating for two years, and a relationship like that doesn't just end as suddenly as it did. He had really thought Gil might be the one. Things had been getting rocky in their relationship, but Europe was supposed to fix that. It was supposed to remind them of how much they cared about each other, of how much they enjoyed each other's company. All it did was put even more stress on their relationship, and apparently made Gil realize that he didn't need Oscar, nor did he want him.
Oscar had felt worthless for weeks after the break up. He had sworn off relationships for good. They only toyed with his emotions and created extra drama he definitely didn't need. He had a somewhat steady job and a good enough income. So he didn't have anyone to share it with, what was the big deal? He was comfortable and that was all he needed.
Then the Winnipeg trip happened. He wasn't even looking forward to going. He had thought Andy was just a low grade, less annoying version of Michael, and the two of them together would be something he did not want to put up with. But he was surprised. Andy put all the focus on him, did everything in his power to help Oscar have the best time as possible. Sure his methods were unconventional, but it was the effort he had put into everything that really mattered.
When Andy had confessed that Angela hadn't let him do anything with her, Oscar started to see Andy in a new light. Instead of just being this cocky, annoying, and immature man, he was vulnerable and passionate and confused. His arrogance was all just a façade because he didn't want to face how alone and insecure he really was.
That was something Oscar could relate to. He knew what it was like to feel like nothing, to try your hardest and still be rejected. It was something he and Andy could bond over, in a sense.
When he was with Andy, he was more carefree than he'd been in years. He genuinely had a good time, without worrying over every little thing. They had chemistry, and he knew that, but he also understood that Andy was straight. At least, he'd thought so at the time. He'd wanted to take things further, he knew that he probably could if he tried, but he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he'd taken advantage of Andy's vulnerability like that.
They had almost kissed. Andy had leaned in, they were both drunk, and their lips almost touched. But Oscar wouldn't let himself. He knew that it was wrong, that Andy was engaged and had an entire life planned ahead of him, so he couldn't do it.
Now that they had kissed, he couldn't fathom how he could ever keep himself from it. He wasn't sure how he would ever keep himself from it, were the situation to arise again. His mind could say no, but his body thought differently.
Kissing Andy was one of the most sensual experiences he'd had since he and Gil started dating, maybe more so. He'd felt like a teenager again, only his first kiss didn't come until college. Andy was certainly passionate, as well as addictive. His lips were soft and his mouth was hot and he used just enough force that it kept him needing more without becoming overbearing. The idea of that mouth moving on to other places sent a shiver through his spine.
He reached into his boxers and grabbed his hard on. Closing his eyes, he imagined Andy kneeling on top of him, legs on either side of his hips, kissing his neck deeply. He pictured Andy's mouth traveling, licking a trail down the center of his chest, over his ribs and onto his stomach. He kissed the hair leading further and flicked his tongue over the tip of Oscar's penis.
Oscar began to rub his shaft more rigorously as he imagined Andy's mouth enveloping him, pulling him down into his throat, sucking slowly. Andy started licking the base of his shaft sensuously and Oscar felt his balls retract.
He quickened his grip and moments later, he was coming all over his hands. He opened his eyes and was forced back to reality. Cleaning himself up, he felt both satisfaction and shame. He should be thinking of Matt. Matt's the one he's with, the one he should desire.
He'd just have to try harder to resist Andy.
Part 4
Pairing: Oscar/Andy
Rating for this Chapter: R?
Word Count: 826
Spoilers: Through "Secret Santa"
Disclaimer: Still not mine. If it was, we would see Oscar touching himself on screen. Weekly.
Summary for this Chapter: Oscar can't stop thinking about what happened in the parking lot.
A/N: Not beta'd, I've never really written sexual themes before, so forgive me if it's terrible in that regard.
Part 1, Part 2
Oscar lay awake in bed. He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss. He couldn't keep pretending that he didn't have feelings for Andy, it was obvious he did. But Andy had hurt him. He couldn't blame Andy for it, but he had allowed himself to get his hopes up, and after seeing Andy with Erin, everything just came shattering down.
It was hard enough when things were over with Gil. They had been dating for two years, and a relationship like that doesn't just end as suddenly as it did. He had really thought Gil might be the one. Things had been getting rocky in their relationship, but Europe was supposed to fix that. It was supposed to remind them of how much they cared about each other, of how much they enjoyed each other's company. All it did was put even more stress on their relationship, and apparently made Gil realize that he didn't need Oscar, nor did he want him.
Oscar had felt worthless for weeks after the break up. He had sworn off relationships for good. They only toyed with his emotions and created extra drama he definitely didn't need. He had a somewhat steady job and a good enough income. So he didn't have anyone to share it with, what was the big deal? He was comfortable and that was all he needed.
Then the Winnipeg trip happened. He wasn't even looking forward to going. He had thought Andy was just a low grade, less annoying version of Michael, and the two of them together would be something he did not want to put up with. But he was surprised. Andy put all the focus on him, did everything in his power to help Oscar have the best time as possible. Sure his methods were unconventional, but it was the effort he had put into everything that really mattered.
When Andy had confessed that Angela hadn't let him do anything with her, Oscar started to see Andy in a new light. Instead of just being this cocky, annoying, and immature man, he was vulnerable and passionate and confused. His arrogance was all just a façade because he didn't want to face how alone and insecure he really was.
That was something Oscar could relate to. He knew what it was like to feel like nothing, to try your hardest and still be rejected. It was something he and Andy could bond over, in a sense.
When he was with Andy, he was more carefree than he'd been in years. He genuinely had a good time, without worrying over every little thing. They had chemistry, and he knew that, but he also understood that Andy was straight. At least, he'd thought so at the time. He'd wanted to take things further, he knew that he probably could if he tried, but he wouldn't be able to forgive himself if he'd taken advantage of Andy's vulnerability like that.
They had almost kissed. Andy had leaned in, they were both drunk, and their lips almost touched. But Oscar wouldn't let himself. He knew that it was wrong, that Andy was engaged and had an entire life planned ahead of him, so he couldn't do it.
Now that they had kissed, he couldn't fathom how he could ever keep himself from it. He wasn't sure how he would ever keep himself from it, were the situation to arise again. His mind could say no, but his body thought differently.
Kissing Andy was one of the most sensual experiences he'd had since he and Gil started dating, maybe more so. He'd felt like a teenager again, only his first kiss didn't come until college. Andy was certainly passionate, as well as addictive. His lips were soft and his mouth was hot and he used just enough force that it kept him needing more without becoming overbearing. The idea of that mouth moving on to other places sent a shiver through his spine.
He reached into his boxers and grabbed his hard on. Closing his eyes, he imagined Andy kneeling on top of him, legs on either side of his hips, kissing his neck deeply. He pictured Andy's mouth traveling, licking a trail down the center of his chest, over his ribs and onto his stomach. He kissed the hair leading further and flicked his tongue over the tip of Oscar's penis.
Oscar began to rub his shaft more rigorously as he imagined Andy's mouth enveloping him, pulling him down into his throat, sucking slowly. Andy started licking the base of his shaft sensuously and Oscar felt his balls retract.
He quickened his grip and moments later, he was coming all over his hands. He opened his eyes and was forced back to reality. Cleaning himself up, he felt both satisfaction and shame. He should be thinking of Matt. Matt's the one he's with, the one he should desire.
He'd just have to try harder to resist Andy.
Part 4