Boys workin on empty

They didn’t have to leave but Harper wanted to leave. It was too much. The noise, the strangers, the tension with Daryl, he’d needed to go and he knew better than to think Ollie would let him leave alone so he dragged him with despite his protests. The truth, though? Ollie thought what Daryl said was the truth? That kept his mind busy through the rest of the walk and just gave a few shrugs as his boyfriend started asking him to not fight his best friend. It wasn’t really over Ollie. It was over Daryl thinking he knew Harper inside and out and what was best for him without any regards to what Harper might want and feel. He hated that - more than anything - people making up his mind and decisions for him. He wasn’t dependent on anything or anyone not anymore. And he thought about saying as much as his boy stripped down and got under the covers, asking him to come in for cuddles. It was a little surprising to see Ollie look so comfortable, but maybe he was still a little high. Or maybe Harper was just an asshole for thinking he’d care about hotel sheets. 

Part of him wanted to just keep sitting by the window brooding, but there’d be time for that later. So he did as he was told, kicking off his shoes before climbing under the blanket that was held out to him and settling a few inches away from Ollie’s body. He wasn’t entirely certain he wanted to be touched, or talked to at the moment, and just lay quiet for a few moments, breathing at what he hoped was a soothing pace. “Do you know why I love ballet?” Harper asked finally. “It’s a solitary art done with additional people as props or for storytelling purposes but at it’s core, it’s just you and your body striving for perfection. There’s clear lines between right and wrong, good and bad, and the only limit is the limit you put on yourself. You make the choice to learn more, to push harder, to dance better. Music is great, teachers are wise, but I don’t need them to dance. I just need me.” He paused for a moment, a soft curious sound leaving his mouth, “Put like that - being a whore’s not much different. It’s a different dance but it’s still a mostly solitary performance that just relies just the same on an a participating audience for props and payment.” He finally looked up at Ollie. “I’m not arguing with Daryl about you. Not really. I want to be self-reliant. People can’t be trusted. Not family, not lovers, not friends. Yet, that doesn’t stop Daryl from having expectations, for wanting things for me that I don’t want, for pushing and nudging and trying to force me down a path he thinks will bring me all the things he wants for me. I’m not his to make those decisions for. That’s what I’m angry about. He feels responsible for me, for my future, because he took me in but that’s ridiculous. Giving me shelter and food is not the same as taking a pledge to change who I am and what I want to be what he wants. I’d be happy to watch his back and let him watch mine but that’s as far as I want that to go. I’m not good, Ollie. I’m not fixed. I tried to be the boyfriend I thought you deserved and I’m just…not. But I don’t know how to make your heart understand that.”

Oliver watched Harper move about the room until he finally climbed into bed, and he was about to wrap his arm around him and pull him close until he realised he’d positioned himself away a bit purposely. He bit down on his lip and wrapped is arms around his own waist instead, curling his legs up so that his knees were bent. “No” he answered honestly, and then he listened to the explanation. He knew this wasn’t just about ballet though, it obviously had some connection to what was going on right now, so he stayed quiet until Harper brought up why it was important to discuss his love for ballet right at this moment. He hated when Harper called himself a whore-- there was such a stigma about that word, and Harper fit none of that in Ollie’s mind. It didn’t matter what he did for a living, he hated that word so much, but he bit down on his tongue to keep himself quiet because that was clearly not the point of this particular conversation. 

“You have to learn to trust people, Harper-- you can’t live your life and expect to never need help-- you’re gonna need to trust people to get by-- and I know it must be hard for you, what with your parents and then me being a fucking idiot on top of that, but you can’t just not trust anybody ever-- life doesn’t work like that” he frowned. “When people care about you, they just want what’s best for you, Daryl cares so much about you, and you’re lucky to have him. Don’t push him away, please Harper-- you can’t survive on your own, nobody can, you need your friends, he just wants what is best for you” he tried again. “He feels responsible because it’d kill him to see you suffer more than you have already, same as it would kill me-- it’s not like we feel like we have to feel responsible, it’s just what comes when you love and care for a person, you care about their outcomes-- you need to understand that, Harper, you can’t just push away everybody because you might disagree with them. I know it’s your life, and at the end of the day it’s your decision what you do with your life, but you shouldn’t be angry at him for caring” he shook his head. He had a feeling Harper wasn’t going to take this well, but it needed to be said. “I don’t give a shit if you’re fixed or not, you know that by now, I’ve told you so many times-- all I want is you, just you, it doesn’t matter what context that may be-- we’ve got so much time to change our lives, everything doesn’t need to be perfect right this instant” Ollie continued. “Don’t do this-- don’t push me away again-- we were happy like twenty minutes ago-”

Wrestling with anger, shock, and hurt, he heard Ollie finally speak up and looked up again at Daryl, searching his face for…something. “We’re gonna go.” Harper said finally. “I…” He trailed off, shaking his head slightly as he nudged Ollie forward so he could slide off the counter and dump his untouched tea. “Enjoy the party, Daryl.” He flicked his gaze to Ollie, uncertain how much longer the other would remain conscious and squeezed their fingers together. “C’mon, I know somewhere we can crash for awhile so you can sleep.” He made sure to stop by Ollie’s friends, to make sure they knew they could crash where they were and that he had Ollie and all was good, before leading him out into the city. Part of him was dying to have something in his hands to smoke, anything to drown out the swirling mess his mind was, but he felt a little more awake, a little more himself as they walked out into the darkness. “I’m sorry he said those things where you could hear them.” he offered finally. There was a hotel on their block that’d become sort of their headquarters of sorts and where Harper knew he could get a deal though part of him hated taking Ollie there. He was better than this place and well, all the employees knew him by name and had a room assigned to him - that said it all right there, didn’t it? Wearily, he slide the key in, pushed the door open and tried to make a quick sweep to make sure it was clean before nudging Ollie towards the bed. “You can sleep here for as long as you want.” 

“No I--” Ollie tried, but Harper was already getting ready to leave. “We don’t have to leave H” Ollie interrupted, but followed along anyway. He really never wanted this. Daryl had always been there for Harper, even when Ollie couldn’t be-- he never wanted to get in between them, and now it felt like he was breaking them apart. “Let’s not leave babe” he tried, but Harper probably couldn’t hear him over the music and the people as they made their way through the packed house. He half said goodbye to his friends, who were way too drunk to know what was going on, before he followed Harper outside and into the coldness of the late night. 

“Don’t be-- he was just telling the truth” Ollie shrugged honestly. Nothing Daryl said was really that wrong, apart from the stuff he was saying about Harper-- Ollie didn’t want to believe those things were true. Ollie believed Harper did want more than this in life, and he was working to get out of it, they’d talked about it. “I don’t want you two fighting over me Harper-- I don’t wanna ruin your friendship, you guys need each other, and you love each other, please don’t fight with him over me, okay?” He followed Harper closely when they got to the hotel, sticking close behind him when they entered the room. He didn’t feel tired anymore, not after the wake up call Daryl had given him in the kitchen. He was just starting to forgive himself, or at least stop thinking about what an asshole he was, when Daryl basically threw it all back in his face. Reminded him of how much of a role he played in once again making Harper’s life so unbelievable difficult. Even so, he stripped off down to his boxers and climbed into the bed, wrapping the duvet around himself and perking his head up. “Come on, you said you wanted cuddles” he hummed, patting the space beside him, lifting the duvet so Harper could crawl in beside him. 

Harper’d hoped the place would have cleared out and quieted down while they were busy. Apparently he was the only one ready for pjs and a fuzzy blanket. Wincing slightly, he flinched back from a flailing drunk that apparently was under the impression he was dancing before he spotted Daryl and froze. His first instinct was to go to him but he saw them leave and glancing between them clearly knew what they’d gotten up to and nope. No. Harper wanted no part of that. “Um…tea? Let’s get tea.” He abruptly changed directions, dragging Ollie back into the kitchen and wishing for something to take the edge off his nerves. He had to settle for filling a kettle and putting it on the stove before he could feel the disapproving eyes boring into his back. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

He shifted from foot to foot a moment before turning around with a slight sigh. “Daryl…” The older man just rose his eyebrows, hands up in the come-in-peace gesture. “What? I didn’t say a word.” Another frustrated sigh left his lips but he turned back to finish making two cups of tea and passing one off to Ollie before pushing himself up on a counter. “Can we start winding this down?” Harper was admittedly an introvert - he needed time alone preferably in somewhere fairly quiet - and this was draining him fast. He was going to get irritable soon. “You’d be less tired if you didn’t …” “Don’t even finish that sentence,” Harper cut in, shaking his head. “I get it. He gets it. You’re mad he hurt me. But I’m not broke and I’ve forgiven him so accepting that would go a long way into making you less of an ass right now.” For a moment, Daryl just looked at him, barely flicking his gaze to Ollie before returning it to Harper. “You were out.” He said simply. “You got the hell out of here and away from the fucks who pay our bills. Of course I’m mad he’s driven you back here. I can guarantee you he’s mad at himself for it too. You deserve a happily ever after. You deserve to not flinch away every time someone touches you, you deserve to feel whole and clean. I want more than this for you. Ollie wants more than this for you and it pisses me off to no end that the only one who doesn’t is you. I’m mad he broke his promise and broke your heart. I’m mad you did nothing wrong and got punished for it ‘cause I know how that fucks with your head, but jesus, Harper. This is about so much more than not wanting to be bffs with your current boyfriend.” 

Oliver followed behind Harper, still a little daydreaming from before as he latched onto his boyfriend’s hand. He whined when Harper changed plans, but it was probably inaudible over the loud music. He didn’t want tea, he was about two seconds away from a deep sleep and he could really do with sleep right now. He followed along anyway though, all the way to the kitchen before he slid in the corner of the counters, his eyes drooping as he watched Harper move about. 

Ollie gave Daryl a smile, hoping they were back on good terms, but he could definitely feel something in the air. He moved over to Harper instinctively, settling between his legs with his mug, taking a tentative sip even though he didn’t want it. He set his mug down on the counter just before Harper began to go off, and he curled his hand around his boyfriend’s calf. This was definitely not what he wanted. “Babe he’s not being an ass--” he interrupted, turning around to Harper because the last thing he wanted was to get in between them. He was cut off by Daryl though, and his head flipped back around. Everything Daryl was saying was true. Every single thing. But it was still hurtful, to be reminded that it was basically his fault Harper was back out on the streets. He was biting on the inside of his cheek to keep himself solid, to keep himself from crumbling, because it was one thing to know how much of an idiot he was himself, to know how bad he’d ruined things, but to be reminded of it by Harper’s best friend, it was killing him. And he deserved it. He didn’t deserve to cry and have Harper fawning over him though, so he was doing his best to hold it together. “It’s not his fault Daryl, leave him alone” he breathed, because as much as he was on his side, he couldn’t stand there and let him talk to Harper like that. 

“Yeah?” Harper’d put more stock in that after his friends had sobered up and they had some kind of friend powwow debriefing. For now he just reached out, wrapping his arms around Ollie’s waist and nuzzling into his shoulder in relief as he agreed to cuddling. “M’not frustrated.” he promised, whining slightly as Ollie pulled away and he had to both stand on his own two feet and open his eyes again. Giggling, he swept his eyes over Ollie’s form and gave a little nod. “Yeah, you look all fucked out, but it’s such a good look for you. Maybe they’ll be too drunk to remember?”

Still, he stepped forward to try and sort out his curls, but all that did was making him rise up on tip-toes to press another soft kiss to Ollie’s mouth. “Thanks for tonight, babe.” he said softly. “I know it’s hard to stay sober when everyone else isn’t and for coming over and for bringing them and being nice to Daryl despite his attitude. I just - thank you.” He lingered close for another moment, before sliding their fingers together and tugging him back down the hall and up the stairs following the still-blaring music. 

“Okay” Ollie breathed, happy if Harper was happy. He couldn’t help but laugh at Harper’s honestly, patting down his hair, but that was about as much as he could do before they went upstairs. It didn’t bother him too much what they thought, but he knew they’d probably run into Daryl and maybe he wouldn’t be too happy about the whole thing. “Let’s hope” he smirked, kissing Harper back with a heavy breath after. 

“Thanks as well-- for having us” he smiled, genuinely. He had been quite nervous about today, mostly because Harper and him were still getting used to this whole new way of doing things, and throwing their two, very different, groups of friends into that mix could have been a disaster. It wasn’t though, which was so good. Ollie followed Daryl through the hallways and the music rang into his ears once again. He kept his thumb rubbing over the outside of Harper’s hand, couldn’t wipe the grin off his face as they pushed their way through the crowds of people. 

Arousal seemed like the most impossible thing at the moment. He wanted a shower, wanted to try to scrub off anyone and everyone who’d so much as looked at him before Ollie got his mouth anywhere near him. He felt gross and so so tired. He had a hard time sleeping alone, having never been able at turning his own mind off, and there’d been so much on it recently. “I got a … I don’t have to be anywhere until 1. So if you still wanna do things, you can blow me in the morning, okay? Please?”

“They like you, I knew they’d like you” he reassured, with a soft smile. He understood what Harper meant though, and he was actually really okay with just cuddling, he just didn’t want Harper to feel like he was being left out. “We can definitely do that, cuddle is a must” he hummed drowsily, leaning in again, but this time he just left a soft peck on his skin. 

“I only want to do whatever you want to do H-- just thought you might’ve-- I dunno-- didn’t want to leave you frustrated or anything” he giggled. “Do I look like I’ve just come?” he asked, standing back a bit so Harper could have a proper look at him. His lips were swollen from biting them, cheeks a pinky red, his hair a little everywhere, eyes lazy but pupils blown. “Aubrey will never let it go if she figures it out” he smirked, but he didn’t really care all that much what other people thought. 

Ollie was like a wet noodle and Harper had to rethink how smart it’d been to get Ollie off so far away from the party. He was going to have a hell of a time getting him back up the stairs. If he got Ollie up on his feet at all. Patiently, he watched Ollie gather himself and finally pull himself to a sitting position, scooting closer as he smirked proudly. “Yeah? You look like you’re breathing to me.” He teased. “No. No sleeping on washing machines. There’s things down here you don’t wanna look too closely at.” What about him? He wasn’t tired yet - oh.

Gently he shot his hand down, tangling the rest of his fingers with Ollie’s and bringing them back up away from his crotch. “M’okay.” he said quietly. “We need to get you somewhere soft with a blanket before you do fall asleep right here. Or mid hand-job. C’mon, love. Up ya get.” He used their hands to try and tug the man right off the washer but it would require Ollie’s participation to get him to budge an inch and they both knew it. 

“Barely” Ollie giggled, feeling a little strung out. “It’s comfy” he whined, but grimaced when Harper continued his explanation, looking around for something disgusting although he was clueless as to what exactly he was looking for. Oliver’s mouth pulled downwards at each side when his hand was swatted away, because all that was on his mind right now was sex. And it was a two way game-- Harper hadn’t gotten off yet, it wasn’t fair-- on either of them. He missed Harper’s face when he was coming. 

He flopped down onto the floor, the jolt of the ground under his feet sending a shiver through his spine. “I wanna blow you” he continued in a whiny tone, squeezing Harper’s hand. “I really want to” he added, nuzzling his head into the crook of Harper’s neck and leaving a wet kiss there. “Is there people outside? Do you like it more private?”

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He let Ollie catch his breath for awhile before gently pulling himself upright, running his hands through his hair to try and tame it before turning to look back at his boyfriend. “Can you walk, love?” He teased gently. “We’ve been gone a suspiciously long time. We should probably get back as soon as you’re able.” Daryl was gonna kill him but it was possible none of Ollie’s friends were going to remember. “Are they all gonna crash here tonight? Are you? You’re all welcome to. I just gotta figure out where we’re gonna put everyone.”

Oliver couldn’t even pick his head up to watch what Harper was doing, but the warmth of his tongue all over his skin was enough to almost have him losing it again. He laughed a deep, throaty laugh when Harper literally dressed him again, lifted his arm up to pat Harper’s back, but it just flopped back down by his side again. 

“Maybe” he smirked, feeling a little high, and a lot limp. He managed to pull himself up so he was at least sitting, every inch of his skin tingling. “I think you might’ve actually killed me” he joked. It might have been the best orgasm he’d ever had, and he needed a second or two to recover. “Dunno-- don’t mind, could probably sleep on this washing machine right now” he hummed, combing his hair out of his face before he looked at Harper and frowned. “What about you?” he asked, reaching over to catch a few of Harper’s fingers in his own and pull him closer again. “We need to sort you out” he hummed, reaching down to squeeze in between Harper’s legs. 

For a few moments more, he drug it out, playing Ollie’s body like a well-loved instrument, reveling in the strain in his back, the ache in his jaw, and the way his voice was going to be trashed enough there’d be no hiding what they snuck down here to do before flicking grey eyes up. He cleared his throat once before stilling his hand and waiting for Ollie’s blown out eyes to drop down to his. “Want to see you make a mess of yourself.” Harper said calmly. “Can you do that for me baby?” He slid his fingers just so a couple more times before pausing again. “Actually better not. Your friends wouldn’t appreciate such a display and we can’t have you walking around town all covered in come, so down my throat, Ols. Whenever you’re ready.” 

Oliver dropped his head to look at Harper once he’d cleared his throat, his cheeks stained pink, lips plump and bitten and his eyes wide and glazed over. That’s what he’d been waiting for, the go ahead, and he let that tightness in his stomach unwind, dropping his head to the side as he attempted to nod. He was just about to come when Harper changed his mind, and he hissed as he held his own breath. 

Once Harper wrapped his lips around him again, it only took a short second before he was spilling down his throat, just like he’d been asked to do, a raw moan vibrating through his throat followed by quite a few breathy gasps, could barely hear the movement outside, way too blissed out to even care as he slumped backwards onto the washing machine, back against the cool metal of it, legs hanging down around Harper’s body. He tried to move his lips, speak, say something along the lines of a thank you, or fucking hell that might have been the best blowjob in the history of the world, but his mouth was like molasses, failing to form a proper word, he gave up and let a stupid sideways smirk sit on his lips instead. 

He sputtered slightly, not expecting the thrust as he was a little distracted but made a soft agreeing sound. It was okay with him if Ollie moved and took some of the control back. Carefully he pulled off, trailing his tongue down to where his fingers were, wanting to make sure things would go smoothly enough before working a finger, then two into him before dipping back down and swallowing his whole length while trying to find his prostate with his fingers. It was hard to tell if the footsteps he heard were from the apartment above them, the staircase they’d just left, or the hallway that led to here, but he didn’t have enough self-control to stop to try and wait it out, just doubled his pace and worked his fingers faster, wanting to please Ollie the very best he knew how.

“S-Sorry” he groaned, not even really sorry about it because Harper choking on his dick was so hot he almost came right there and then. “Awh--fuck” he mumbled around his wrist, teeth marks all along his skin, biting down again to shut himself up as his eyes rolled back in his head. He pressed down against Harper’s fingers, it had been too long, feeling himself stretch around them caused him to gasp and moan at the same time, dropping the hand covering his mouth into Harper’s hair and tugging a little harder. 

He definitely didn’t hear the footsteps as Harper practically took him apart on top of a washing machine right there in the laundry room in the basement of Harper’s building. He was so close, so fucking close, but he held on, wanted to be told to come, wanted permission, wanted to wait it out forever so he’d never stop feeling this good. “H-Harp--- H--fuck--Harper” he whimpered, pushing down deeper on his fingers until he hit the spot, the spot that made Ollie see stars. 

Harper went a bright pink at the words, torn between pleasure and embarrassment. He wasn’t all that. And it was a little strange to well, actually pay attention to what his partner was saying. He was so used to tuning them out so good or bad their words couldn’t touch him, it became a little difficult to remember that Ollie meant each and every one. “We’re both outrageously pretty.” Harper teased back, “Everyone wins there.” 

Though he quickly ducked to bite a little warning nip at Ollie’s hip as his moan echoed through the empty room. They were going to get caught at this rate, but he filed away the information for future use. He wanted to keep his boy happy and didn’t mind doing things like this in increasingly public places every now and again. “Never an insult, just a tease, love.” he pulled off to say before he went back down, unable to completely stifle his giggles as Ollie struggled to get a sentence out and knowing the vibrations would make it that much harder. “Yeah?” he said softly, gently running his tongue from stem to tip before looking back up at Ollie, “D’you think they’d barge in and tell us to stop or just crack the door and watch?” His eyes caught movement and he smirked, “Take it off. Wanna see.” He kept his eyes trained on Ollie’s as he dipped back down, size no longer really an issue for him as he kept going down, swallowing around him a few times before pulling off to breathe and suck on a finger he slid down to tease as his entrance as he took Ollie in his mouth again. 

“We’d make the prettiest babies” Ollie mumbled, only half paying attention to the words leaving his lips, because most of his attention was bombarded by the almost overwhelming feeling between his legs. It had been pretty long in Oliver time, and there was only so much a hand could do-- it never came to close to feeling like this.

He winced at the bite, but loved it really, knew it was a tactic to get him to shut up, so he used on of his hands to put in front of his mouth, biting into his wrist every time he wanted to moan. “Oh fuck-- s-stop laughing I’m---die-- I’m die” he mumbled, his back arched now, his closed eyes facing the ceiling. “Think they’d watch” he concluded huskily. “We’re hot, they’d watch and never admit it” he laughed, before shoving his wrist between his teeth again. Ollie was so easy like this, did whatever he was told, so once Harper said the words, his shirt came off a second later, and he went back to flicking his nipple, his hips jolting forward on instinct before he mumbled out an apology. “Shit” he groaned when he felt Harper’s finger go somewhere that hadn’t been touched in quite a while. “P-Please-- yeah”

“I don’t know if I should be amused or offended,” he teased, leaning down to gently lick over his tip knowing he was being a tease himself. “But yes, I remember. Well, I remember almost being caught - I don’t remember who dragged who in there, but Imma guess it was you. I’m also pretty certain he knew we were in there and just didn’t wanna deal with the awkward.” Humming thoughtfully, he let his mouth close around him as he slide down a few times before pulling off again, “Does it do something more for you? The possibility that anyone might walk down in here and catch us like this?” he asked curiously, stroking over him again before dipping back down. 

“It doesn’t matter-- could just watch you and I’d probably come eventually” Ollie smiled, his eyes rolling back in his head when he felt wet touch of Harper’s hand, gripping tight onto the washing machine underneath him so he didn’t slide off. “You’re prettier” he retaliated, and it was almost like a little game at this point, whatever Ollie was, Harper was better, and it only made Oliver happier anyway. 

“Amused” he answered for him with a breathy giggle, before a raw moan erupted through his throat, too surprised to even attempt to stifle it. “I couldn’t get enough of you, s’hardly an insult” he explained through laboured breaths. “Oh god, poor Mr. Jackson” he laughed, thinking about their principal knowing now, it changed the entire memory. Made it even more hilarious. “Yeah” he admitted, spreading his legs, wrapping them around Harper’s waist. “Fuck-- it’s just-- it’s that feeling of maybe-- oh god” he groaned. “Of maybe getting caught s’just---  dunno-- just makes it better” Ollie admitted, sliding his hand under his own shirt to tug on his right nipple. 

Harper couldn’t remember now why he’d ever thought he’d need a break from this. There was no drug that could replicate the rush he got seeing Ollie with his kiss-swollen lips, and dark hungry gaze fixed as firmly on him as his hands. He felt powerful and vulnerable and wanted all at once. “No, no dying.” he said breezily before his breath caught slightly, feeling the full ridge of Ollie against his thigh and tucking his own whine against his shoulder. If his brain was a little less cloudy, there was probably a good quip about doing it in front of their friends, but for now all he could focus on was getting them out of the party and down towards the laundry room without arousing suspicion. 

Ha. Arousing.

“We live in New York.” Harper reminded belatedly, somehow managing to peel his body a few inches away from Ollie’s and catching his belt loops to pull him through the dance floor. “Everything smells.” But for once, things seemed to be working out in his favor, and they made it to and past the door without anyone reaching them to stop them so Harper broke into soft giggles and a light run, tugging Ollie down the hall and letting him go to hurriedly skip his way down a few flights of stairs before holding a finger to his lips and carefully peeking into the room. “Oh, phew.” There was no one there folding underwear yet, so he punched in the code, holding the door open for Ollie and then promptly crowded him back against the nearest washer. “Up.” he demanded, mouth already going dry with want as eager fingers went for his pants. “God, I missed this.”

“I’ll try my best” Ollie laughed, all husky and distracted though. Couldn’t quite think of anything but the feeling of his zipper pressing into his dick, needing some sort of relief pretty soon. “My apartment is the cleanest place you’ll ever be” Ollie reminded, sticking out his tongue in retaliation. He followed Harper along like a puppy on a leash, walking dick first and couldn’t care less who noticed anymore. 

He ran behind Harper when he let go, almost tripping numerous times, but made it down the stairs in one piece in the end. He was panting by the time they got to the door, held his breath to keep quiet before breathing a heavy breath of relief when Harper gave the all clear, ducking inside. He pressing his hands onto the washer and pulled himself up, loved when Harper told him exactly what to do. “Oh god-- you’re so” he shook his head, releasing one of his hands so he could brush Harper’s hair out of his eyes, look at him for a bit. “So amazing” he finished finally, his bottom lip captured between his teeth once Harper got to work with his hands. “Me too” he agreed, his voice almost slurring with excitement. “Feel like a kid sneaking around” he laughed. “Remember-- remember that time in school when we-- remember when we wanked each other off in the toilets?” he laughed at the memory, they both came just as the principal walked in for his daily check, clamped their hands over each other’s mouth to keep quiet, dicks out and trousers down around their ankles. 

Giggling, Harper broke the kiss to press his face against Ollie’s chest. “How d’you feel about exhibitonism?” he asked lightly. “We could go out on the fire escape. Or take our chances in the alley. Oooo! Or the laundry room. Nobody goes down there at night. Elevator?” Sighing, he let his hand fall between them to gently brush over Ollie’s arousal. “Wanna get my mouth on you. Did you - no, you didn’t drive…anyone got a car you don’t mind defiling a bit?” 

Ollie let a moan slip out when Harper grind down on him, couldn’t help it, had never been so thankful for the loud music in his life. He pushed his tongue into Harper’s mouth, little whimpers escaping him as he tangled their tongues together, losing his fingers in Harper’s hair. “Shit” he mumbled against Harper’s lips, biting once more before he opened his eyes, dark now, full of lust. “You’re killing me” he groaned then, pushing his hips forward again, pressing his now very hard dick into Harper’s thigh. 

“I don’t mind it-- but-- maybe not in front of our friends” he shrugged, looking around, catching Aubrey’s eye and smirking at her until she looked away again. “Oh god” he closed his eyes once Harper starter talking about his mouth, and Ollie was completely gone. “Laundry room-- yeah?” he suggested then, his breath so irregular now. “At least it won’t smell” he smirked then, waiting for Harper to make a move because he had no idea where this room might be. 

Giggling, he turned crashing their hips together before raising his hands to slip under his shirt to run over the muscles there. “Want you,” he whined. Last time they’d gotten high together, they’d fucked right there on the floor, and damn if Harper wasn’t game to do it again. “Why’d we throw a party?” he couldn’t help the little disgruntled pout that fell on his lips as he looked around before smiling a little once he’d realized the girl had taken it upon herself to keep Daryl distracted and occupied. “Oh, so Aubrey’s your wingman?” he teased, rocking up to lick a small stripe up Ollie’s neck to end up kissing by his ear. “S’that your cue? Does she thumps up you to make your move? That’s cute! You’re cute. Your friends are cute. I liked them.”

Ollie giggled back once Harper turned to him, his jaw hanging a little when he spoke though. “Want you too” he admitted with a soft sigh. “But I dunno if we--” he shrugged. He didn’t want Harper to jump into things just because he’d smoked a bit. Although the bulge in his jeans told a different story, and he couldn’t help but grind his hips off Harper’s thigh just to elevate the pressure for a bit. He smirked at Harper’s pout, reached out to pop his index finger against his nose. 

Ollie looked over at Aubrey and Daryl and grinned, thankful for his friend, because he didn’t want to have to deal with Harper being pulled away again, even though he knew Daryl was only doing what he thought was best. “She is yeah” he admitted with a giggle, letting out a heavy breath when he felt Harper’s tongue on his skin. It had been too long. “Mhmm” he replied, not even hearing what he was saying, completely distracted by the breath against his ear, making him shiver all over. “You like ‘em? S’good-- they’re-- they’re a handful but they’re great people-- even Mikey and his odd obsessions” he laughed, pulling away so he could lean in for a proper kiss, dragging his tongue against Harper’s lips until he opened his mouth. 

This was the only kind of crowd Harper could really handle. It was the most solitary type of group experience there could be - everyone was caught up in music, in intoxicants, in sex - nobody looked twice. You could be perfectly alone and surrounded. His eyes closed, sweater slipping off his shoulder already but he didn’t care, gently swaying a moment until he caught the beat and just pulled his boyfriend close behind him. “Just hold on to me.” he remembered to lean back and half-yell before starting to use his hips in a way that’d make former ballet masters blush. 

“Welcome” Ollie sang with one of his dimpled smiles. “You better not” Ollie continued, squirming at the squeeze of his hips before he erupted into a fit of giggles as Harper led him through the house. He followed behind, his eyes wandering here there and everywhere as he took in the surroundings, and the different people all around. He wondered if they were all Harper’s friends. He wanted to know everybody, everything about Harper, but he told himself that that sounded a little bit stalker-y and brushed it off, took to smiling at as many people as possible instead. 

Ollie complied easily, wrapping his hands around Harper’s front, letting him find the beat and doing his best to follow along. “Kay” he hummed, gripping onto Harper’s hips a little tighter than before, and then he started grinding, and fuck-- this was hot. He leaned down letting his lips brush against the bare skin of Harper’s shoulder before he let his hips follow along. He had two left feet, but he did have a little bit of rhythm in him, especially at something like this. He could feel the music pumping through his entire body as the bass vibrated the entire room, and he couldn’t help but pull Harper into him, burying his face into the crook of his neck from behind as they swayed to the beat, panting a little. 

Hot tub? Harper turned at the uncomfortable sounding crack before flushing and shrugging his shoulders. His life didn’t include much time for movies or much extra income to spend on a ticket to see them. Was that so hard to believe? “Okay.” He agreed quietly, his heart rate had slowed down a lot, the shaky live-wire feeling that’d made him feel all jerky and out of his own control had faded. Now he found he didn’t mind the background white noise of Ollie’s friends talking and was happiest right here, curled close to his boyfriend. A shocked giggle left his lips at the words and he just raised an amused eyebrow at his boy. “I smell better?” His nose immediately wrinkled and tickled at the kiss, reaching out to lightly pinch at Ollie’s chest in retaliation before his eyes focused on Ollie’s mouth.

Shotgun? Here? He thought about for all of three seconds before nodding. “Always.” Who cared that his friends were around? Not him. He took a deep inhale, let Ollie squirm for a moment, before using the counter to help push himself up a few more inches so he could share the smoke with Ollie. As predicted, he barely let Ollie inhale and exhale before catching his mouth with his own, chasing the smoke and enjoying the warm kisses. “I need to come up or you need to come down.” He whispered into the kisses. “S’bad on your back to bend down to me.” A shockingly cold hand settled on the back of his neck though, startling him out of the kisses and he actually whined as Daryl pulled him back a few inches. “S’your party and you can do what you want and all,” he said lightly, “But maybe you don’t wanna do this in front of Ollie’s friends.” Harper’s mouth fell into an unhappy pout, knowing he’d asked his friend to keep an eye on him to keep him from whisking Ollie away from the party and jumping him but still. They could come right back. When they were done. “Go dance, Harper.” The smaller boy took another hit before passing the rest to Ollie and tugging at his belt loops. “Wanna dance?”

“Mhmm, If I could put your smell in a bottle and use it as perfume I would” he smiled, snuggling his face into the crook of Harper’s neck before inhaling deeply through his nose, breathing out with a satisfied sigh. “Yep-- so lovely” he confirmed with a grin. Ollie breathed in the smoke, but he didn’t get much before they were just kissing, and he didn’t really care about the weed anymore. “It’s alright” Ollie mumbled, although Harper was probably right. He just wanted to kiss some more, and he couldn’t help but glare at Daryl when he was pulling Harper away, because nobody was even paying attention to them anymore. 

Oliver watched as they whispered, twiddling his thumbs, still shooting Daryl glares because he was a child. He jumped down from the counter once Harper came back over though. Ollie took the blunt from him and took a few puffs, it’s all it ever really took for him, before he put it out into the sink, deciding he’d stay to clean up later. “Only if you don’t act like a professional  dancer” he teased, pushing his hips out just a little before leaning over to press one last kiss onto Harper’s lips and then held out his hand, waiting for Harper to pull him somewhere where they could dance to the music that was currently so loud it was hard to hear his own thoughts.