Oliver ran his hand through his damp hair one more time and ruffled the ends. Despite blow-drying it for several minutes, it still felt like it was nowhere near dry. He could already imagine the horrible bed hair he would have to tame in the morning, but there wasn't much time left for it as the whining in the other room started off again. He walked back into his bedroom to find Len greeting him with a weak peace-sign thrown into the air.

"You already changed?" Oliver asked and his eyes travelled to the pile of clothes Len pointed to. He nodded, leaned forward and then jumped into the bed right next to Len. Despite sheets and clothes blocking his sight, his arms didn't need as long to find his partner and he pulled himself up through a hug. Len's giggles sent happy chills down his spine as he freed his face. 

Len's eyes were back on his phone and he was scrolling through it a little longer, while Oliver cured his boredom by swinging Len's othe arm around and running his fingers over the fine veiny lines. He switched directions and then slid to the elbow up to Len's face, just before he noticed the sudden frown on his face. Oliver's hand slowly dropped back onto the mattress.

"What's wrong?"

"Hmm?" Len looked up from his phone, shut it off and shook his head. "Nothing...I just saw a post."

"Yeah?" Oliver wiggled himself under the blanket and leaned his head against his hand. Len's eyes jumped around on the sheets and his fingers fidgeted with the sleeves from his borrowed shirt until he looked back up into Oliver's eyes.

"What was your first kiss like?"

Oliver wished it was intentional, but his body reacted quicker than his mind and a strong convulsion followed by a half-muffled gag made him drop down on the mattress. Len burst out in laughter for a moment.

"Looks like I shouldn't have asked that."

Oliver shook off the shudders running down his spine.

"Absolutely not. I've been trying to repress that memory."

Len snuggled his head even deeper into the pillow and just stared. Oliver did the same, albeit still taken aback from the sudden foul taste in his mouth.

"Sorry," Len murmured and then hummed, "Do I know them?"

Oliver yawned and took Len's phone out of his hand. He tilted it up for a bit to check the time and then shifted it under the pillow. Way too late again—but that was just sleepovers for them.

A poke to his cheek brought Oliver back to reality and he searched the room for the question that had just slipped his mind. Then he turned on his back and stretched.

"Nah, that's been back in...Year 8? 9? 8?" He hesitated and locked eyes with Len again, now with two fines lines between his eyebrows. "I was 13. Whatever grade that was."

Len opened his mouth, and then shut it again. Thoughts circled in front of his eyes, but there was nothing to grasp except for the same bitter feeling from just a moment ago spreading in his stomach. Oliver continued to retort the stare as his features slowly softened in defeat. A sigh escaped his lips as he tilted his head back on the pillow.

"You really want me to talk about it, huh?" His head turned to the side and he received a nod. Oliver imitated the gesture and sat up, with his back against the cold wall. He shifted uncomfortably for a while but then gave up.

"Well, there's not much to say. He—"

"He? Didn't you date Laura at the time?"

Oliver blinked and opened his mouth, but nothing would come out. Only as Len leaned up on his elbow with shock all written over his face he could force out an awkward laugh with a soft 'no' but that didn't change the situation in the slightest. Len gasped and glared at him. Even though it was only for a split second, Oliver has never seen it before and it stung more than expected.

"You cheater!" Len huffed and Oliver threw his hands up before he would get the typical nudge to the nose. Len straddled out of the blanket and tried exactly that but didn't succeed.

"It was not my fault!" Oliver whined and carefully peeked between his fingers. Len leaned back. "He just grabbed my neck, what was I supposed to do?"

"He—what?"

"So weird," Oliver sighed and another shiver shook him up. Len pressed his lips together to suppress a laugh. Another convulsion and Oliver was finally at ease again.

"We were just starting to get friends and then suddenly he pulled such a move. Really made me reconsider whether I liked guys at all."

"Really?" Len couldn't contain his laughter now. "It was this bad?"

"Oh yeah," Oliver sighed and let out a few laughter as well, "I still wonder how I didn't throw up on the spot."

At this point neither of them could hold back their reaction and both burst out into muffled laughter. Len dropped back on the mattress and continued to try cover his mouth but Oliver pushed his hands away and crashed his body on him. Len whined at the sudden weight but didn't move as Oliver shifted and shoved his arms under Len's back until he was finally comfortable. 

But Len wasn't. He first insisted on his usual tactic to whine until he would get things his way, but Oliver wouldn't budge and his neck started to ache. He reached for a bigger pillow and dragged it through the mountain of blankets just enough for it to get stuck and then crash right into Oliver's face before he could lean back on it with triumphant laughter. Oliver decided to ignore the obvious attack on his face and rubbed his cheek against the soft cotton shirt underneath.

The laughter died down and silence filled the room. Oliver stared holes into Len's eyes a little longer, despite Len urging him to continue. He shook his head.

"I can't even put it into words. You know that feeling when something smells so bad you can taste it? That was his breath." Oliver's stomach tensed up once again, and this time Len could feel it. He flinched at the sudden weight on his hip.

"And then he actually licked my lips. Probably didn't last longer than two seconds but—God—so much happened."

Oliver threw his head down with a defeated scream and rubbed his face across the shirt. Len laughed at the tickles and let him let out his pain for a while until he cupped Oliver's cheeks in his hands and lifted them up. Oliver blew his bangs out of sight and smiled. Len did the same.

"What did you do?"

Oliver hummed and then laid back down on Len, this time with only one cheek. Len ran his fingers through the damp strands around his partner's ear and received an even lower hum. Oliver closed his eyes as the strands brushed against them.

"I wish I could see my face from back then because he looked so offended." Oliver's eyes were still closed, but his smile returned. "I remember that I wiped my mouth on my sleeve though and 'ewed'"

"You didn't!" Len threw his hand over his mouth to not burst out in ringing laughter once again. Oliver looked up amused, a weak nod followed and he looked back to the wall across the room. The little massage on his head continued.

"At least he never made another move on me again," Oliver mumbled and looked at his hands. He rubbed his index with his thumb and then let go of it at once. "I probably crushed his entire self-esteem right there. Like that. Deserved though." 

Oliver turned his head to face his partner and shifted around with a grunt. Len's chest started to feel boney. "Even Laura laughed when I told her about it, but I was so disgusted for so long."

Oliver let out another hollow laugh and then went quiet. Len didn't say anything and just continued to caress the face that shifted down to his lap. They rested like this for a while until Len tilted his head to the side and hummed. Oliver blinked a few times and carefully opened one of his eyes.

"Did I replace that bad memory, huh?"

"Ah no, another guy came before you." 

Oliver closed his eye with a grin again but frowned at pat to his forehead.

"I'm just kidding!" Oliver's eyes snapped open. "Or am I?"

He turned around and laid his head back on Len's chest, but whines echoed in his ears and Len suddenly pushed him off until Oliver would burst out in muffled complaints as well. However, imitating Len only brought more trouble, and Oliver let go of it with a few pecks to Len's lips.

"Nah, you're the best. Your kisses don't taste like digested onions and tonsil stones, you know."

Now it was Len's turn to gag. He coughed and shuddered, and barely reached for the water bottle on the nightstand as Oliver watched. The theatrical act continued as Len gargled his sip of water and shook his head violently. Now it was Oliver's turn to laugh.

"What on earth did you have to go through?"

"Too much." Oliver stemmed his hands against the mattress and leaned forward as the two just looked at each other for a while. Oliver hummed. 

"But that's over now. Now I got you, and you always smell nice"

Len let out a snort and laughed as Oliver buried his face in his shoulder, inhaling loudly but then breaking into a few giggles as well. He fell back on Len's chest and whined as he got shoved off for Len to crawl back down on eye-height. Their touch-deprived fingers immediately searched for one another in the waves of blankets and pulled closer. 

However, no matter how much they fought for a few more minutes of cuddling and messing around,  nighttime crawled onto them one after another in no time. Len closed his eyes and enjoyed the few more lazy kisses placed on his eyelids and bride of his nose until also Oliver could barely hold up his head and crashed on the sheets. 

Their breathing synched and all else that could be heard was the quiet buzzing of the fan in the bathroom. Just before also his eyes would fall too heavy, Oliver rubbed them and then broke the silence with a hollow sound. Len opened his eyes again.

"What was your first kiss like?"

"Nowhere near that bad," Len yawned and then smiled. He thought about it for a while and Oliver abated his jealousy from crawling up.

"Aside from the fact that I had no idea what to do it was actually pretty nice."

Len's smile didn't fade and Oliver pulled him even closer, ignoring the muffling shifting on his shirt.

"Just anyone or relationship?"

"Boyfriend."

"Good for you."

"Jealous?" Len tilted his head back and grinned. Oliver huffed and rolled his eyes.

"Of course! I don't want this memory."

"I'll make you forget about it. With every. Little. Bit." 

Len alternated kisses with words, and it was such a muffled mess that Oliver barely understood what he had said, but his hands were warm and his lips soft so that he didn't need to hear more. He smiled into the kisses and soft nudges on his arms for as long as Len wouldn't fall asleep, and his smile only widened once it looked like he did.

Oliver's eyes were about to give up as well, but he didn't want to let go of the moment just yet. There were a thousand thoughts and wishes he wanted to tell Len—especially when he was asleep and couldn't laugh at him about how corny he sounded—but it all didn't quite embrace what he felt at the moment.

He let out a weak hum and pecked Len's lips one more time before drifting off to sleep as well. Might as well end the conversation how it started.