#writing a little cattonquick piece

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the relatable experience of hurting your own feelings while writing.

[loumybeloved]

i’ve got a taste for you

-someone asked. i had to deliver in any way i could. takes place after Farleigh embarrassed him in karaoke, like imagine if Oliver stormed out instead.

(tags: shotgunning, weed is Smoked, making out??, 3rd person)

a/n: this is kinda short sorry, i’m not the best writer ever, so if u have any constructive criticism or suggestions for my writing i’d love to hear it! thank u :P

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Oliver walked out to the backyard of the home, still embarrassed from the stunt Farleigh pulled inside from karaoke. His cheeks burn red as he plops down on a lawn chair, covering his face with his hands as he hears someone shout his name. He knows that voice anywhere.

“Oli! There you are, lad, are you okay?” Felix’s brow furrows in the way it does when he’s worried, the tips of the brow curling up a little. What a beautiful sight for the boy. Felix takes a seat next to him, not before pushing the other lawn chair closer to his.

“It’s embarrassing,” Oliver starts. “You know I don’t really feel that way about you guys, right?”

“Of course you don’t, Oli,” Felix falters a bit, making the smaller boy worry that he’s fucked everything up. Felix reaches into the back pocket of his trousers, pulling out a cigarette box and opens it. He pulls out a rolled cigarette.

No, a joint.

This makes Oliver gulp. He’s never smoked weed before, he knows Felix has before with his friends, he’s seen it happen.

“I was thinking, y’know, maybe you’d wanna let loose a little,” He smirks at Oliver’s nervous look as he eyes the joint. “I won’t force you, but the offers up.”

“No- I mean, yeah- yeah, I’d like to, um, smoke with you, I mean.” The other boy lets out a lighthearted chuckle at his shy nervousness. It’s so damn cute.

“Well, let’s spark up, shall we!” Felix claps his hands together with a big goofy grin spread on his face, pulling out a lighter and lighting the joint with the gentle orange flame. The smell instantly hits Oliver across the face, straight into his nostrils. Felix takes the first hit and passes it to Oliver.

He stares at the joint for a second and hesitantly takes it and puts it up to his mouth. The smoke billows inside his lungs, he blows the smoke out with a cough. Still coughing, he passes it back to Felix who has an amused look on his face. Then, it turns curious as he eyeballs the blunt between his nimble fingers.

“Do you know how to shotgun, Oli?” His eyes finally reach the smaller boy’s who has a look of surprise. “Y’know, like, the smoke?”

“Oh, um, no, i’ve never tried it,” He already feels the buzz rattling in his brain and with the way Felix takes the joint and puts it up to his lips and sucks in a big gust of smoke, he feels like it’s more than just a weed buzz.

“How about I teach you, yeah?” Felix now sits facing his friend, criss crossing his long legs. Their knees are touching and Oliver feels his face heat up again. How embarrassing that he is affected this badly just from a little contact, he feels almost ashamed to feel this way about his friend, but then Felix leans in close to Oliver’s face and his brain all of a sudden shuts off like a switch was flipped. Felix cradles his jaw lightly, examining the boy’s features then his wandering eyes land on his lips. Heat rises up again. Felix’s thumb gently presses on his bottom lip.

“Open, please.” He says in the quietest voice, like if he talks too loud the atmosphere will shatter into tiny pieces.

And Oliver does. He lets out a shaky breath as he slowly parts his plush lips. It happens almost quickly. Felix leans in and their lips brush slightly, sending shockwaves through their bodies like a cliché. Smoke fills up his mouth and he inhales every last drop just to make Felix proud of him for doing it right. Felix moves his face away from Oliver’s as he blows out the smoke, both of them stunned at the intimate moment.

“Did I do it right?” Oliver breaks the short silence with a whisper.

“Yeah,” Felix clears his throat. “I think you did perfect.”

Oliver smiles and then he gets an idea. “Can I try? On- on you, i mean?” Oliver swears he could he stars flashing before his eyes at the anticipation to be able to do it again.

“Of course you can, love.”

Oliver smiles a big smile and takes a hit off the blunt that’s now almost dying out. He moves his face close to Felix’s, mirroring what he did before. Cradling his jaw lightly and even examining the beautiful boy before him. And by God, was he beautiful. Felix parts his lips for Oliver and he leans in to blow the smoke into his mouth.

“Good job.” Oliver says in a light whisper and then he does it. He kisses Felix. He expects the boy to pull back, disgusted by his actions and tell him to leave and never come back.

He doesn’t though, he blows the smoke through his nose and presses his lips harder against Oliver’s. He feels on cloud nine, his lips taste of liquor and weed and Oliver absolutely relishes in it. He drinks up every last drop he can of Felix before this moment is gone. Their lips part and tongues glide against the other like they are thirsty for more. Felix is the first to pull away.

“That was..” He lifts his hand up to run it through his hair. “Electric.”

Oliver giggles like a boy in love, his thumb caressing the boy’s cheek. “Should we spark up another?”

Felix smiles a big goofy grin and pulls out his cigarette box for more.