“Come on, Connor, don't be nervous. I love you”
Connor smiled every time Oliver uttered the words that he loved him. He didn't have a choice but to do so, nor did he want to. Those words made him feel just as good as multiple orgasms did, and boy did he love those orgasms. He shifted slightly, moving his weight over to the other foot.
“I'm not nervous.” He tried to keep up a brave face, but he knew Oliver saw right through it.
“It's okay to be nervous. Come on, it'll be fine” he encouraged before he pulled him with him up to the door to knock on it. Each one felt like someone banging the drums in Connor's head and he swallowed hard when he saw the door handle move before the door opened.
“Oh my god, Oli!” The asian woman who opened the door stepped forward to wrap his arms around Oliver and she held him close before she pulled back to smile at Connor. He tried to force a smile in order not to be rude, but he wasn't sure if he was actually smiling or making a random face at her. No matter what he did she smiled at him before she showed with her hand for the both of them to step inside and Connor tried to feel like he wasn't walking towards his death.
“She's nice” he whispered and Oliver chuckled at him. “It's my mom, of course she's nice. She won't bite, you know” he assured him as they stepped inside. Connor took the moment to glance around at once. He had expected this really old fashioned décor, like the ones old people had in movies, but she seemed to have good taste and somehow that calmed Connor down a bit. Maybe she wasn't one of those older people who would give you candy and bore you to death and maybe she wasn't the type of older person who would judge you.
“I'm so glad to finally meet you, Connor” the woman smiled once they reached the living room. “Please, have a seat.” Oliver had a seat in the couch and Oliver followed his example.
“Oliver, why don't you go make us some coffee and get us something to eat to it?” the woman asked and Oliver nodded. Connor grabbed his hand in a state of sudden panic, but Oliver's reassuring smile made him let go. Right, it'd be okay. Of course it would be okay.
Oliver left for the kitchen and it didn't take many seconds before the woman's smile was directed straight on Connor instead.
“You know, Oliver talks a lot of good things about you” she said and Connor nodded mutely before he forced his voice to function.
“I'm glad. Mrs Hampton” he said and she smiled at him. ”Oh, call me June” she smiled as she studied him.
”Why are you so nervous?” she asked with a warm voice and that threw Connor off guard. He hadn't expected that question at all. In fact he didn't expect for his nerves to be so see through.
”I don't really do parents” Connor answered honestly, not wanting to be caught lying.
”And why is that?”
”I just... I don't know. Busy, I guess. I uh... I really care for Oliver, you know...”
”I know” she smiled as she watched him. ”He's crazy in love with you, you know. I'm really glad he found someone like you. I can see that you care”
Connor felt bad for being such bad news for the woman's son and still hearing her say how happy she was they had found each other, but he couldn't do anything but to agree. He was happy too. He was madly in love with Oliver and at the moment he couldn't picture a world without him.
They spoke about Oliver and his childhood until Oliver actually stepped into the room.
“What's up?” he asked with a confused face. “Mom... What are you doing?” he asked and Connor figured that mischievous look in the woman's face spoke enough.
“I'm so glad that I have you, you know” Connor said out of nowhere and took Oliver's hand to tug him down in the couch next to him.
The rest of the evening had basically flown by. They had laughed, they had looked in Oliver's old baby books and through the photos of him as a chubby little baby though Oliver had tried everything in his power to get his mother and boyfriend on other thoughts. Once they left Oliver tried to act like he was upset and he kept pouting at Connor who just laughed before he nibbled at his bottom lip until Oliver seemed to give up and give in to the kiss.
“I love you, Oliver” Connor said once he pulled back enough from his lips to speak. He ran his hands along his cheek before he wrapped his arms around him to hold him and he smiled goofily as he held his eyes on him, refusing to let go of him with his eyes.
“Wait, what?” Oliver asked, seeming uncomfortable with this. “Do I have something in my face?” he asked. Connor just smiled wider which made Oliver seem even more insecure. “Seriously, what's wrong with my face?” he asked. “Stop looking at me”
“I don't want to” Connor objected. Oliver's shyness and insecurities just made him so much more beautiful. He was perfection in Connor's eyes.
“Why not?” Oliver asked, sounding slightly uncomfortable but Connor knew it was because of him being shy.
“I love you” Connor said, stroking his arm softly. “I really do. I just want to be around you all the time”
“You need me to be around” Oliver said with a teasing hint in his voice. “Don't you? I mean how else would you do your job and how else would you know how to work a computer?”
Connor grinned some at that. “I could hire someone” he stated, his arms back at Oliver's back to stroke it.
“Come on, let's go home”
“To your place or mine?” Oliver asked as he smiled at his boyfriend in that way that made Connor's knees weak.
“How about ours?” Connor asked and Oliver watched him confused.
“Why don't we sell one place and call the other one ours?”
Oliver's eyes widened at that. “You want to move in with me?”
“Like you said, I need you around” Connor smiled before he kissed him again.
December 3rd: Home
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