sweetest downfall.

     and now that they’d had time apart, had time to fully digest the new      found feelings and figure out how they wanted to act upon it, mikah      had realized why they were so often questioned whether they were      dating or not. they’d always deny it profusely, but there really was      no way to hide how close they acted around each other — the soft      touches, the inside jokes and fond smiles. it all led up to them      finally realizing they were meant to be more than just friends.      nuzzling into the other’s hand, the mocking pout that had been      present on his thin lips had turned into a soft smile, the lesser one      being tugged by his teeth briefly as he looked over at the taller boy.

               ”yeah?”

     "yeah, i've been denied of your cuddles for way too long now, babe.       don't plan on letting you out of my sight until i'm fully satisfied we've       made up for it."

  of course he's following that up with one of those suggestive eyebrow   wiggles, despite his comment being strictly innocent. the thing was,   sure they could be the kinkiest pair over text, but they'd only really been   together properly once, plus the time they'd gotten off far too quickly just   with the foreplay. with that being said, thoughts of nervousness still linger   at the back of his mind because shit, they'd built this whole sexual fantasy   up of oliver being his daddy, but he couldn't quite think of a time he'd even   playfully hit mikah's arm without following it up by apologising profusely.   they'd always been an intimate pair, you see. always felt it was appropriate   to be touching his best mate's thigh or arm, cuddling into him despite their   company ; at absolutely any chance, oliver would be touching his best friend,   and that's just how things were. and now, he's granted access to touch even   the places he once ached to touch, though that would have over stepped   unspoken boundaries. so, his thumb is wandering down to swipe across   mikah's thin brims before completely removing his hand from the pale skin   and back onto the now cool leather of the steering wheel.

     "ready?"

    "you're scaring me a bit now, mate.       what's going on?"

    "w-who? i don't see anyone...      is this a joke?"

[ oliverdevon ]

    "they? i don't see anyone here besides you, so.      ----- unless you plan on hurting me, but i don't      think that's really necessary, mate."

x

               ”hmm…much better.”

     and if anything mikah had been holding back on just how much he      felt for oliver, how much he wanted to be with him. he didn’t really      know where he’d begun having feelings he definitely shouldn’t have      been having for a best friend, but somewhere along the way he’d      realized he wanted more than just a platonic relationship with him.      it was nice though, and mikah was a lot more relaxed around oliver      knowing that his feelings were out in the open and that they were      returned. letting out a short huff of air, the petite boy slowly loosened      his grip on the taller male, rolling his cerulean hues before shifting      in his seat so he was sitting how he was supposed to.

               ”i know, but i told you i was gonna give you a big hug. it’s                 only fair that i keep my promise.”

  although he'd never considered them as anything other than strictly   platonic best friends, he always had some kind of incline as to where   he was at with mikah ; what he felt despite the friendship barrier keeping   him from ever acting on it. ever since they were a bundle of chubby, short   limbs and overgrown locks, oliver had always craved the younger's attention,   wanted to impress him and have his approval always. when nine year old   mikah had expressed his undying love for these fancy new light up trainers,   oliver had ran straight home and begged his mother to buy him a pair --- and   so it was kind of always like that. the state of acceptance and approval from   mikah had forever been something oliver deemed important, which would   explain why he never really acknowledged the newly formed feelings. his long   arms slipped from around the male's waist, one hand carefully cupping the   delicate skin of the younger's chin ; thumb brushing ever so carefully over   his cheek.

     "hey, i wasn't complaining. but it was rather uncomfortable,       i'd much rather be at home having snuggles with you."

June 25th   Amsterdam, Netherlands

               ”oh shut up, you dick. you missed me just as much,                maybe even more ; don’t make me pull out the texts                to prove it.”

     and maybe oliver was right ; he was quite sappy, considering for      the period of time they’d been apart, it’d felt like he’d been missing      a part of him. he felt almost…incomplete — they’d been friends for      almost as long he could remember, and being without oliver for      this long was just weird. which is exactly why instead of letting go      like he probably should, mikah’s going to tighten his arms even      more, nuzzling into the other’s neck as he ignores how uncomf-      ortable his position is. he could handle it for a bit longer if it meant      he got to be this close to oliver.

      "okay fine --- maybe i missed you quite a bit."

  it was true, he missed the younger like crazy ; felt like he was missing   a limb most days. but it's not like he'd ever come out and admit that to   his friend, wouldn't be able to face up and tell him how he felt like a lost   puppy without him there. and if he weren't completely trying to kid himself   by using the fact that they were simply just used to being together every   waking, and often unconscious moment, he'd perhaps be able to face   knowing that mikah held a little piece of him, regardless their status. it   was somewhat relaxing to know that their feelings were public knowledge   now, despite the uncomfortable sense of vulnerability pulsing through him   as his mind raced with all of these thoughts that maybe mikah hadn't been   as in to this as what came across through text. this was just oliver letting   his thoughts run wild however, which he very much refused to let control   their situation any further. upon feeling the grip around him tighten, oliver   gave out a breathless chuckle ; slightly overwhelmed with just how much    the other seemingly had missed him. this was certainly a side to mikah   he could get used to.

      "i've not been away at war, you know."

     and he was so stupid to think that anything had changed between the two,      to think that years of chemistry and friendship had vanished and that it’d be      awkward. because as soon as he sees the smile on the other’s plump lips,      all of the anxiousness and the doubt he had was washing away, being re-      placed with excitement to see his best friend. he’ll only nod quickly, the large      grin he’d been managing to keep at bay coming out full force as he crawls      up onto the familiar seat, putting his knees where his bum should be before      leaning over the center console to immediately wrap his arms around      the other in a tight hug. and god, he could cry with how happy he was to      finally be this close to oliver, to breath in his familiar scent — he’d worn      oliver’s clothes so much that his cologne had started to wear off, which he      was more disappointed than he should have been once he’d realized. 

               ”i missed you. a lot.”

  it really was rather silly that he even considered things between   the pair would be anything other than their familiar relationship,   that some foreign tension would cloud over the both of them and   make things awkward. of course it wasn't, because this was mikah   and oliver, the two that had been inseparable since before either of   them could quite count past ten ; awkward wouldn't even enter their   vocabulary. and finally, mikah's arms were wrapping around him in   an embrace he felt like he'd been waiting for since forever, his own   arms sliding carefully around the male's petite waist.

       "oh, you sappy bastard. i missed you too, only a little."

21.6.14

x

     mikah himself had also been quite undecided upon figuring out what      he wanted to wear. and he knew that he could wear a fucking trash bag      and oliver wouldn’t mind in the least, but he figured this was important      ; this was the first time they’d see each other since their realization      towards each other and mikah wanted to look good, wanted to make      sure oliver wouldn’t change his mind at the last second. hell, he even      styled his hair, usually messy fringe gelled up into a side-swept quiff.      the sound of his phone pinging with a text shook him out of his daze,      checking it quickly and letting out a soft sound of nervousness before      rushing his way downstairs and to the front door. might as well just      get it over with considering there’s no turning back now, oliver’s out      there in his driveway and whether he likes it or not, he’s going to have      to go out there. the petite boy breathes out deeply before he opens the      front door, hesitantly stepping outside and closing it before making his      way down the driveway. it’s one thing to be comfortable with each other      through texting, but mikah just hopes it’s not as awkward as he feels      right now in person. his eyes are glued to his feet as he walks, lesser      lip tucked into his mouth nervously until he’s at the passenger side of      the car. and when he finally looks up for the first time it’s after he’s      opened the door, cerulean hues shifting from his shoes and up at      the driver, a small smile working it’s way onto his lips when blue      meets green.

               ”———…hi.”

  just the mere sight of the younger male had oliver beaming ;   this shit eating grin plastered on his features as his eyes   maintained fixated on the boy since leaving the house. it was   sickening, truly. all sense of nervousness had managed to   subside, leaving the model feeling somewhat giddy about   being reunited with his best friend. of course he'd noticed ;   noticed the way mikah had done his hair up into a side quiff,   noticed the tightest jeans and his favourite jumper. and if oliver   had checked the petite male out upon approaching the vehicle,   well.. nobody had to know.

          "'hair looks nice --- fancy. do I get a hug?"

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