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(******) is a smut warning!

Addison almost dozed off before the sound of his doorbell alerted him that Oliver finally decided to show up.

He sat up and sighed, rubbing the sleepiness from his eyes before heading downstairs.

The doorbell rang again, "I'm coming."

He opened the door and scowled, "You definitely are." Oliver said with a smirk. His eyes looked a little red. Addison didn't know if he was sad or high.

"Shut up..." He looked closer at Oliver, whose face seemed a little more tense than usual.

"Are you gonna let me come in or are you just gonna stand there?"

"Are you doing okay?"

Oliver swallowed, "I'm fine."

"You're late."

"Sorry, something came up." Oliver averted his gaze to the ground. "So can I come in?"

Addison gave him one more skeptic glance before stepping aside.

When they made it to Addison room Oliver plopped down and sighed, "So our two year fuck-"

"-Oliver I swear if you keep calling it that I'll kick you out."

"What?" He questioned tugging Addison in his direction.

As soon as their knees touched Oliver let his hands move to the boy's waist, groping his sides, his hands wandering beneath Addison's shirt.

He let his eyes flutter shut, immersing himself in the feeling of Oliver's hands tenderly caressing his skin.

"Come here." Oliver drew back his hands and cupped his face, slowly closing their thick gap with an impassioned kiss. His hands slid back into Addison's light brown locks, sealing him into a hold he didn't want to escape.

As the kiss arose so did Addison. The sensation of a growing erection in his pants and the burn of Oliver's lips on his became tempting.

He shifted his position further on Addison's bed, gazing at him with avid eyes. Addison stared at him for a while, taking him in. His sable colored hair harmonized perfectly with his deep umber-hued eyes. The boy's luscious lips, lips he would kill to have on his body at any given time.

"Addison." Oliver broke him out of his pining daze and grinned, "Are you okay?"

*****

Addison nodded before joining him on the bed and eagerly pulling him into a feverish kiss. He quickly complied with his actions, changing their positions so Addison laid under his body. The boy cornered Oliver by wrapping his legs around his waist showing his satisfaction with their adjustment and plunging his tongue back into his mouth.

With a satisfied hum, Oliver began leaving an array of hot kisses down his neck. Addison's lips parted in a quiet gasp at the familiar tingle flooding throughout his body. Oliver's smirk was evident as he continued sucking down to his collar bone.

He hesitantly began removing Addison's shirt. "Is this okay?"

His eyes were glazed over by heat. He stared at him and nodded, lifting his hands up for smoother access. Once his shirt was discarded Addison helped remove his and they reconnected swiftly. Skin on skin, breathing heavy and desperate.

Oliver pushed Addison down softly onto the mattress and began trailing kisses down his torso, hands caressing his skin as if it was something to be valued.

In Oliver's grasp, he felt cherished. No one else could make him feel like this with just one single touch.

Once he made it to his pants he paused and raised his eyebrows waiting for his approval. Addison nodded and a grin spread across Oliver's face. "Use your voice," he said before pressing a soft kiss to his lower abdomen.

"Yes." Addison all but whined.

Oliver quickly removed his pants and began palming the deep tent in his briefs. "Oliver." Addison sucked in a breath at the feeling of Oliver kissing his cloaked erection. "Hurry."

"Don't rush me." Oliver let out a light chuckle before removing his underwear and taking Addison into his hand. A burst of euphoria spread out throughout his body at the contact and a whine left his lips as he licked from the base to his tip.

The slickness of his tongue provided him with only a quarter of the contact he longed for. Addison's eyes screwed shut and his back arched as Oliver pressed an immensely slow kiss to his tip before taking him entirely into his mouth. "Fuck."

His hips bucked but got held down by Oliver who began to suck, bobbing his head at a gratifying speed. Addison bit his lip in an attempt to stop the cries that threatened to spill out as Oliver hollowed his cheeks around him, a low moan spreading vibrations all throughout his dick.

Oliver removed himself from him with a slick pop. "It's just the two of us, I want to hear you." He wrapped his hand tightly around him and pumped, his pace increasing along with Addison's moans. He could feel Oliver watching him, savoring every moment.

He took him in again but faster. Eventually, Addison opened his eyes. One glance at Oliver staring directly at him and he knew he was done for. The feeling of Oliver's throat against his tip made him writhe back onto the sheets, coming with a choked moan.

*******

"Fuck I'm sorry, I should have warned you."

Oliver stood up with a smirk, "It's fine I didn't need one, I could already tell."

He went into the bathroom and came back with a rag. He wordlessly did the usual. He cleaned up the mess that was left on Addison's abdomen and pressed a light kiss to his lips.

"What about you?"

"I don't want you to do anything it's fine." Oliver finished dressing and sat on the edge of his bed.

"You just came over to give me a blowjob?"

Oliver nodded, "Yeah I did. You know even though you're a grumpy bitch I can handle your presence. I'd rather be here to suck your dick than stay in my house any day."

"Ok well um...My parents should be back soon. You should leave."

Oliver nodded. He cupped Addison's face and gazed at him for a split second before luring his lips into a quick kiss. "Bye."

Addison's face grew warm under his gaze. "Ok."

Oliver's thumb slowly caressed Addison's cheek. He intuitively leaned into his touch. "You're beautiful," Oliver whispered.

Addison felt his stomach turn. That word, Addison would never feel that way about himself. How could Oliver possibly think that?

"Stop."

"Why?"

Addison suddenly stood up, "You need to go."

"Addison-"

"-Oliver."

"Ok." Oliver left his room. A few moments later Addison heard the front door shutting and Oliver's car pull out of his driveway.

He shook his head and went to take a shower.

He undressed and threw his clothes to the side before taking in his appearance. His boney shoulders, fragile cheekbones, and the worst part his ribs that couldn't get enough meat nor muscle on them to save their life.

He eats enough, cheer makes it a necessity for exercise. So why couldn't it be enough? Why couldn't he have the body that he wants?

He placed his hand gently on his torso and sighed.

"You're beautiful"

He shook his head at the thought. Oliver didn't mean it. Oliver didn't know how much those two words meant to him. He didn't know that he was the first one to ever utter it to Addison.

To Oliver, this was all about excitement, the buzz of sneaking around. But for Addison, this was becoming an attachment, not only physically but emotionally.

He doesn't have romantic feelings for Oliver, but he relies on him for some kind of feeling that he can't give himself.

But they were enemies.

Enemies attached and captivated by lust and value.

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