I'm exploding. An all over, tingling, you-might-want-to-hold-onto-something kind of exploding. I can't remember what direction is up, my middle name, or where I am, the only thing I can think is OliverOliverOliver, and I'm falling into pieces.
No, this is more like floating. He's causing a cosmic eruption behind my eyeballs, but I'm afraid I'll open them and ruin the dream. So, I keep them tightly shut, gripping his hips to anchor myself. Our teeth barely graze one another's, and his tongue feels foreign in my mouth, but he's never felt this close, and I never want him to stop.
Too soon, Oliver detaches himself from my mouth, pulling away, gasping as though he's just resurfaced from a deep sea dive. A string of saliva still separates our lips, and he licks it away, grinning.
I realize that I'm staring at him too much, too hard, duck my head away, but I'm sure he saw my smile anyways. He tugs me back to him for another kiss, and it doesn't feel as odd this time. If anything, it's more mind-blowing than the first.
A boy could get used to this.
A/N:
This isn't the end... Not exactly. There will be am epilogue that will tie things up a bit. But, how did you guys like this little... I dunno. Multi-chapter thing? I dunno about the format... Feedback?
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General FictionJax isn't happy; he hasn't been for a long time. After a suicide attempt, he lands in the psychiatric ward. Oliver has been in the psych ward for longer than he should've been. The new boy with too thin shoulders and no voice intrigues him. The two...
