Elio Perlman (lyricalelio) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2020-01-13 07:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | elio perlman, oliver |
Who: Elio and Oliver
What: First meeting
Where: Local coffee shop in Seal Beach
When: Friday the 10th
Rating: PG-13/R - fade to black
Status: Complete
The new year had come and while Elio had greatly enjoyed being mostly lazy throughout his vacation school was back in session and he needed to get his head in the game. A few weeks had been spent with his parents and then he spent the rest hanging out with his roommates and working up some new music. He had been trying to figure out this last part of his music composition homework for the past hour and he couldn’t quite figure it out. At least the coffee shop employees weren’t glaring at him for taking up space and he made sure to order a couple coffees.
Headphones were playing what he had recorded himself playing earlier in the day, but Elio sensed something going on in the coffee shop. There was just this prickling on the back of his neck and he pushed pause on his phone before lowering his headphones. He lifted his head to look around and couldn’t quite put his finger on it. But there - in the corner - there was a man just staring at him. Elio’s brow furrowed as he tried to figure out why the guy was staring and why he looked vaguely familiar.
He wasn’t really able to make any sense of it yet because suddenly he was standing up and making his way towards Elio. ’What in the hell?” was all he could think before he lifted coffee cup to take a sip as something to do.
Probably the worst part of the new year, Oliver was quickly learning, was that it was easily turning into the busiest time of the year. It was good for his wallet, but tiresome for everything else. Coffee had seemed like the natural solution when he had an extra early client this week and still had to make it through the day. It certainly hadn't helped that having weird dreams seemed to be a fairly normal thing. Keeping it together just wasn't happening when his mind was offering inappropriate images in the middle helping the client adjust their positioning.
It was made even worse when he looked up from his cup to see someone who looked eerily like the boy in his dream.
Ultimately, Oliver knew he was staring. He'd made an attempt to hide it at first, stealing only a couple glances, but the more he tried to pull up the memory, the more familiar he looked. The hair was different, but everything else... He knew he'd regret not doing something. So, he stood, grabbing his cup and wandering over.
"This seat taken? Great. Thanks." With that he moved to pull out the chair and sit, smiling at the boy and leaning on the table. "I'm pretty sure I've dreamt about having sex with you."
Taking a sip of coffee had been the wrong move because the moment the man opened his mouth that comment came out and he couldn’t help but choke on the coffee in surprise. Did he really just say that? Was this actually happening? Elio was used to really badly executed pick up lines in the living room for a frat, but not in an actual coffee shop. And especially not by a guy that looked like this.
Elio had grabbed a napkin to quickly wipe his face off and took a moment to look at the man. It wasn’t hard to place the long lean arms and the blonde floppy hair because he had weird dreams about another life in Italy. He had helped his father look through files of grad students that wanted to spend a summer at their villa. His mind fished around briefly for his name and he finally plucked it - Oliver.
“Who the hell are you?” Elio openly stared at him in surprise. He hadn’t met the man in his dreams, but he knew his face. Was he this truly how he was?
Seeing the younger choke wasn't all that surprising to Oliver, given what he'd just said. He'd probably be more surprised if it didn't get a reaction at all. If anything, his smile spread before he pulled his cup up to his lips to let him process it. Seeing him up close, Oliver was almost sure he was the same, though, what that meant was up in the air. He could have just seen him around town, they did say that everyone in a dream was someone you met before, so it could have been nothing. It could also be something.
"I'm Oliver." He sat down his cup, smiling again as he held out his hand. He had a feeling people didn't come out right and hit on the guy like that. Or maybe they did and he was just so used to it that he was annoyed. He didn't look annoyed. Oliver could count that as a personal win as he slid his arms onto the table, clearly making himself more comfortable and leaning to look over at what Elio had spread out. "What are you working on?"
Elio knew he was in deep shit the moment he saw that smile spread across the man’s face. It was like the clouds parting in front of the sun because it lit the man’s face up and Elio couldn’t help but blush just a touch under the attention. It wasn’t like being approached by a man was a foreign experience to Elio, but he had never seen anyone do it so boldly and to be the object of this boldness was something new to Elio. Why was he talking about dreams and why did he seem so familiar to that picture in a file he had seen in his own dream?
Oliver. It had to be the same person because that was the name on the file. Did Elio blurt out the man’s last name and wait for confirmation or did he just slowly feel the conversation out? His manners won out as he took the man’s hand, “Elio.” Just as his hand slipped back to his part of the table Oliver seemed to suddenly fill all the space at the table and looked at his sheet music, “Just transcribing a piece I did. I’ve got the music on my computer and I’m trying to put it down onto sheet music.”
There it was, and Oliver couldn't help but grin. The flush could have went unnoticed on so many people, but there was something about the way it just felt like it highlighted the boy's skin that felt like coming home in a way that Oliver wasn't even going to try and understand. He was interested, flattered maybe, and that was all Oliver needed to know that taking that chance at talking to him wasn't in vain. His smile softened, even if there was a fleeting moment of uncertainty in his eyes at the name. Elio... Elio. "Elio," he parroted, the name rolling off his tongue like it belonged there.
He took a moment to look over the papers Elio was scribbling on, and that's all it was to Oliver, scribbles. He could tell it was music, but looking at it now, he lacked any knowledge to be able to read and make sense of it. So, he just looked up at Elio's face, watching him instead while tracing the seam of his coffee cup. "So, you wrote this?" He didn't bother to look back down again. "You must be good. Is this work or are you going to school for it?"
Why did his name have to sound so interesting coming out of this man's mouth? Elio was mentally kicking himself to not just drool over this random stranger that found him in the coffee shop, but it was hard. Oliver was attractive and confident, which was definitely a change from the boys and girls he had been meeting in college. It was a bit weird to be pursued like this when most of his experiences happened in dark corners of frat parties.
Elio's eyes caught on Oliver's finger as it traced and pursed his lips slightly in thought before glancing back up at him. "Just one of many in the music program. And yeah, it's for a class. I do some for fun, but this is far too formal of a piece to be any good on the radio," he grabbed his headphones and held them out to Oliver, "You can listen if you want."
“College then? Which one? Or is it a private lesson?” Did people still do those? Probably. Oliver wouldn’t know, his adventures had always been sporty and academic, not artsy. He wasn’t entirely sure what formal meant in terms of music, but he was willing to give it a shot. The offer could have easily been taken from his side of the table, but Oliver took it a step further by reaching for the edge of his chair and scooting all the more closer to Elio, and if he needed to spread his legs and frame his chair while he was at it, all part of the job.
He took the headphones, making sure to lean in a little even if there was plenty of cable, listening to the notes while he watched Elio. It definitely wasn’t a pop song, but there was something strangely familiar about it, even if he couldn’t place it in a million years. “You actually wrote this?” He asked, moving to take the headphones off. He wasn’t sure what was more impressive, that he could write it, or that he could just sit there and turn something like that into something that someone else could use and reproduce because of paper. “That’s incredible.”
“University of Southern California,” it fell from his lips easily enough now that he had a semester under his belt. It had been a bit weird to say when he was still a senior in high school like it was a far off dream that would never happen, but here he was. Elio had not expected Oliver’s physical reaction to the offer to listen to his music and did his best to resist raising his eyebrow in a question of the actions. This man was definitely peacocking, which amused Elio because you didn’t really need to show off when you were all long limbs, golden skin, and lean muscles.
Elio still hadn’t gotten used to strangers listening to his music. It was like handing someone a tiny piece of your soul every time and Elio still had to learn to temper his expectations in case someone hated it. He chewed on his bottom lip as he watched Oliver and then gave a small smile at his reaction, “Thank you. Yeah, I wrote it. It’s a rough draft right now, but your feedback is really helpful. Now I have to transcribe it so other people can play it and enjoy it.” He also could never keep all the melodies in his head straight, so it helped him to write it out and refine it.
"Oh nice. That's a good private choice." Oliver nodded. He hadn't attended, but he'd heard of a couple of his classmates who were planning to pursue teaching there. It wasn't on the level Oliver had been looking at, but he hadn't been expecting to come to California either. There were plenty of high ranking universities on the east coast. Though, California was proving a pretty nice choice. He couldn't complain, and Elio wasn't moving away, so that had to be a good sign. Oliver had no intention of moving away even after he'd handed back the headphones.
"That's a rough draft?" He laughed a little bit, shaking his head. "It's good. Really. Are you planning on doing anything with it later?" Oliver couldn't pretend to know how the music industry worked, probably even less of the classical world. "Are you trying to become a composer?" Getting into things like movies would be a huge break, he was sure. He didn't really know what else one did with studying music. Maybe teaching. He didn't look like he was some kind of popstar hopeful, though, anyone who didn't admire his looks was blind. "Do you sing, too?
“Yeah,” Elio couldn’t help but chuckle at Oliver’s surprise. It wasn’t completely done, it was also a little too short, so he had to figure out something for the ending, “I mean, it’s not completely finished yet either, I still have a little more to write. Eventually I may also work on how to add in different instruments if I want to make it a large orchestral piece. And I think being a composer is what I’ll probably end up doing that or being a concert pianist perhaps.” He really honestly wasn’t 100% sure just yet although the idea of doing film scores was really interesting to him.
Then the question about being a singer. He paused slightly. He had gone over this with the record executives before and part of them wanted him to be the next Charlie Puth, but he honestly didn’t think his voice was ever going to be good enough for something like that. “Um, sometimes but not very often. Only if I’m trying to write a song with lyrics. I’m not that an amazing singer by any means,” he wanted to deflect from that and realized he knew nothing about this stranger who was sitting so close, “What about you -- What do you do?”
Oliver nodded, finally glancing away from Elio and to the sheet music. It sounded polished to him, but what did he know? He leaned a little as he looked, like if he stared harder it might suddenly make more sense before looking pleasantly surprised the more Elio talked, looking back at him with a smile. "Adding other instruments? You can do that?" That was definitely way out of Oliver's league. "I bet you'd look nice in a suit. It'd suit you. Especially with that hair." Oliver nodded to himself, reaching up a hand to somewhat push back Elio's curls a little.
"Isn't that basically what all the best singers say? I bet Mariah Carey doesn't sit there and think she's the shit all the time." He nodded, wondering for a moment before tossing on. "I'd like to hear something you wrote sometime. If you're open to that." Still, he could take the change of topic in stride and gave a little shrug. "I'm a yoga instructor. Hoping to either co-own or buy my own studio within the year. Hardly as glamorous as the life you're about to lead, I assure you. I only stopped in here because I had a 5am private lesson, which meant getting up at four. So...coffee was a must if I hope to make it through my evening classes later tonight."
That question earned a bit of a chuckle from Elio. He knew that not everyone understood orchestral music, but there were definitely different arrangements for other instruments, which is what Elio would learn how to perfect during his time in college. “Yeah, you can do that,” he replied before suddenly Oliver was leaning in, saying something about a suit and his hair, and then he had a sharp intake of breath. He had not been expecting Oliver to touch his hair and he was stunned for a moment before his eyebrows raised in surprise. It had been a while since someone had gone in for a hair push move. He couldn’t say that he hated it.
“Mariah Carey is crazy though. And I’m not aiming to be a singer, I just want to create the music,” Elio pointed out before giving a small shrug to Oliver’s question, “We’ll see. We just met.” While he had a Youtube page he could just send Oliver to he had the impression that the man wanted him to probably play it in person for him, which Elio wasn’t quite sure about yet. He wasn’t sure what to think about Oliver just yet. “Yoga instructor is pretty glamorous though. You look fit, you go outside and take Instagram photos in beautiful locations, and you’re way more flexible than I’ll ever be. Well, if it weren’t for your 5am class then I would never have known about this random dream you had.”
Elio's reactions were confusing at best. If they had been anywhere, literally anywhere else, Oliver would have already made a more obvious move, made his intent painfully clear so there was no wondering if he was barking up the wrong tree or if this kid just wasn't sure what to do about being advanced on. He'd either go with the motions or shove him off. Simple. Though, being in the middle of a coffee shop, there were plenty of things that should be left more private. The majority of people here hardly would be expecting that.
He nodded, accepting, but still smiling at him. He wasn't here to push Elio into singing, he could care less what he did. "Well, from what I've heard, you're definitely on your way." Another nod and Oliver was laughing softly. "I think your mental image of a yoga instructor is pretty different from what I actually do." He hardly cared about flexing on instagram or trying to find places just for the photo op. Though, give an inch and he could take a mile. He leaned in again, moving his arm to the back of Elio's chair and smiling just a bit more. "Though, I probably am more flexible. I could show you sometime." He let out a laugh, giving a half shrug. "Pretty sure I have nothing to complain about now that I've met you."
Elio knew exactly what Oliver was doing, but he was in complete shock that it was actually happening. His mind wasn’t quite sure what to do to catch up with his body. His experiences with men had been one-offs, except one short relationship for like a month, and there had been quite a few drunk frat boys propositioning him in the dark recesses of a party. Women were a lot easier to be openly fliratious with and Elio was still trying to find himself as a bi-sexual man. Also, his mind had temporarily malfunctioned from Oliver’s touch.
“That’s very kind of you to say,” Elio admitted with a small smile. He hoped Oliver was being truthful and not just blowing smoke because he wanted to get him into bed. Oliver had a bit of an honest face though, so Elio wanted to believe he was true. “Hey, I can only go off of what I see. You may be one of the most unpretentious yoga instructors I’ve met since I moved to Southern California then,” he commented with a smile, he had met a few and all of them had fit that profile he had in his mind (granted, most of them were fellow college students). His mind finally got working as he noticed Oliver leaning in even more, made that innuendo, and also complimented him. He was smooth and Elio didn’t even try to move away as the blush came to his cheeks and he moved in a little closer, trying to be secretive, “So, are we going to compare your dream to real life?”
"I call it like I see it." Oliver gave another little half shrug before focusing on Elio again. "I'm pretty sure about all I do is schedule classes, teach those classes, then go home and relax without stretching. Though, I gotta say, I regret not doing an audition for that Namaste Yoga show for fit tv." He grinned a little, only partly truthful. He couldn't imagine doing poses to a voice over with a pair of other people for money. It just seemed...weird to imagine. He liked having actual students, and it was something he wouldn't trade. Though, he knew all about the hoard of young 'yoga instructors' same as there was the whole 'instagram model' thing.
Elio was blushing, and Oliver happily took the moment to look over him a little, the way it colored his cheeks, the light splatter of freckles across his nose. He really was handsome in the sort of way that you might not fully expect to see outside of a huge city or LA. He raised a brow, suddenly glad that he seemed to be responding positively. If Oliver had known that he just needed to be a little bit more obvious, he would have faster. "Oh...I hope so..." He grinned a little, abandoning his coffee cup to trace the edge of one of Elio's papers. "I don't have another class until this evening, if I can rip you away from your music for a while."
"Ahhhh, there is the SoCal wannabe actor moonlighting as a yoga instructor I have heard rumors about," Elio couldn't help but tease. He had absolutely no idea what Namaste Yoga and fit tv were, but he assumed it would have led to Oliver being very popular with ladies over the age of 40. At least Oliver seemed to honestly like yoga just for the sake of yoga instead of flexible you could get for likes and fake inner peace.
"I can definitely take a break," were the first words that came out of his mouth before he paused briefly, "Although, I really do want to know more about this dream before we go. Did you actually have one or is it a total line? I won't judge you if it is because I will go home with you no matter what the answer is." He was genuinely curious about it and he already knew he wanted to sleep with Oliver so the answer didn't matter in that respect, but he had dreams that possibly involved Oliver so he wanted to know if there was a connection.
"Right, there's probably a ton." Oliver nodded, playing along. He didn't doubt there were some everywhere, though. They did any job they could get, but still called themselves actresses or models even if they never worked a day in their lives. That was one thing he'd never wanted, though. He just didn't have that creative bone in him or something, maybe. That or he just hated the idea of other people having so much control over him.
Oliver nodded, but took a moment to pause, considering the whole of the situation. Dreams weren't exactly uncommon, but dreaming about someone and then seeing them not too long after was probably something different. "Well...it wasn't a line." There was something weirdly comforting Elio just openly admitting that he was going to leave with him either way. "I guess I can't say for sure it was you, but he looked a lot like you. Less curls." He gave Elio a bit of a look over, reaching for the paper cup to finish it off.
“Would it be weird if I told you that I knew your last name?” Elio asked quietly as his brow furrowed slightly, his eyes watching that cup and Oliver’s lips, “It’s Elkin, isn’t it? I had a dream about living in Italy and my father picked grad students to come do a 6 week stint at our villa and work with him. I saw your file when they were trying to pick out the newest grad student to come.” His eyes flicked back up to Oliver’s to judge his reaction.
He wanted to know he wasn’t crazy with these dreams that seemed so much like his own actual life, but seemed to veer off in some strange way. Because if that was true then he and Oliver were connected somehow in these dreams. Was Fate fucking with them right now and having them run into each other? What was the point of all this?
Oliver was a little disbelieving until the name fell from Elio's lips and he wasn't sure what to make of the sudden information. It was one thing to dream about having sex with some dark haired and green eyed boy then see someone with a striking resemblance later, that sort of thing could happen to anyone. Then for that same familiar face to know his name, even after cracking a joke about his job? It was a little weird and it was his turn to stare at Elio. How did someone respond to something like that?
"I haven't been to Italy?" He knew that wasn't what Elio was after, though. He moved his hand, mentally weighing out his answer as he lightly rubbed his thumb at Elio's back where it was close to the arm on his chair. He smiled after a brief moment. "You're right, though. That's my name. I can't say what that means unless your parents own a villa and I'm about to go back for my master's or something, because it's been a long time since I graduated."
“I have, but my dad didn’t have grad students coming for a work study,” Elio still didn’t understand what was going on with these dreams. He felt Oliver’s hand on his back and moved a hand to rest on Oliver’s thigh, “I don’t know what any of it means, but I wanted to know if it was actually you that I saw in the file. And since it was that means that it was definitely me that you had sex with in the dream. Dreams are silly anyway, so we don’t have to talk about that anymore.” He was way more interested in getting Oliver out of those clothes and finding out how flexible he really was.
He removed his hand from Oliver’s thigh as he moved to gather up all his supplies and stuff them into his book bag. Once all that was removed from his part of the table he turned to look at Oliver, “Can we go to your place? I can’t guarantee that my roommates will be out of the house if we go over there. I can follow you to your place if you want.” He wasn’t used to making these kind of arrangements, but he hoped he was doing it right and wouldn’t offend Oliver.
Oliver nodded, taking the information in. So it probably was actually him, but what that might mean in terms of dreams, he didn't know. He knew a lot of people talked about them, but he'd never taken a whole lot of stock in it. It had never happened to him, but maybe that was changing, and whether or not that had anything to do with Elio suddenly appearing in his life, he didn't know. He supposed it didn't matter. "Right." He smiled a little, giving a glance to Elio's hand before nodding. "Could mean nothing anyway."
Oliver smiled as he watched Elio move to start gathering his stuff. He knew already that he was going to spend the whole ride thinking about the dream, and probably the whole evening comparing everything he could remember. "Sounds great. Gives you a chance to back out last second, too, if you need to." For now, though, he leaned over Elio, pressing a quick kiss to his neck, nothing too much for the middle of the day, before he pushed up to stand and tuck his chair back to the side of the table. He made a grab for his cup to toss it on his way to the door, pulling out his keys and pulling open the door to hold for him.
Elio was doing his best to not think too much about the dreams because it just spun out of control because none of it made any sense and he would never figure out the reasoning behind it. He was just going to chalk it up to some sort of weird Fate that lead him and Oliver together and also threw in some similar dreams despite being total strangers. He wasn’t that boy in the Italy dreams and Oliver wasn’t that grad student in the dreams. He shook his head at Oliver’s comment, “I’m not going to; I don’t want to.”
The kiss on his neck made him bite his lip from making a noise of some sort, pleasure or surprise. Yeah, this guy definitely knew how to flirt and Elio was happy to just blindly follow him. He tossed his bag over his shoulder as he stood up tossing his own coffee cup in the trash as he passed through the doors held open for him by Oliver with a quick thanks. He made his way to his own car and kept an eye on Oliver to make sure he knew what the man drove so he could follow, “I’ll stay behind you.”
The drive went quickly as Elio stayed behind him. He should be second guessing himself, but he was young and why shouldn’t he go have some fun with an attractive person that was older than him? He knew this experience would probably be a lot better than the ones he had so far and even if it was a one-time thing at least he would be happy while in the moment. If it was terrible then he wouldn’t go back to the coffee shop until he was ancient. He parked his car in Oliver’s driveway and made his way to follow Oliver inside.
"For now," Oliver grinned as Elio stepped out. Still, he happily stepped out and around to his car, letting himself in and feeling a lot better about his day, but definitely not because of the coffee. The drive was fairly short, for that much Oliver could be thankful for. It didn't give him time to second guess how weird some of the situation was, nor did it give him time to overly dwell on what was about to happen. Picking up men at coffee shops was not his usual MO, but he might have to reconsider his methods. It was just easier to know who was out for the same thing he was in loud and dark places.
Once he made it up the driveway, he made sure to set himself an alarm on his phone, just in case, tucking it away into his pocket and dropping off his keys. He let Elio step inside, but moved an arm to keep him from going too far. "Easy." He said, snaking his arm around Elio's waist and pulling him in just to corral him in and press him back to the door. "I'm glad you didn't change your mind." He smiled, leaning in for a kiss, even as he used his weight to press Elio against the wood. "It would have ruined my whole day..." He breathed out, turning to nudge Elio's jaw with his nose so he could move his attention back to his neck while his hands moved to his hips.
It was easy to just pretend the dreams were nothing when he had Oliver in front of him and he was entering the man’s house. He was caught by Oliver when he entered and couldn’t help but grin as he pushed him back against the door. This was definitely going to be different than fumbling around in a dark bedroom and Elio was honestly excited about that. He wanted to be with someone who knew what they were doing and weren’t living behind a wall of lies. Elio knew himself well enough to know he deserved better than those men. Maybe being with Oliver would remind him of that.
A hand reached up to snake up Oliver’s shirt and cup the man’s jaw as they kissed, “Mmm, we definitely can’t have that happening.” He also was rather curious if he would match up to the dream sex. His hand fell from Oliver’s jaw as he felt the man’s lips move to his neck and landed on Oliver’s chest as he tilted his head back with a groan. His hips arched into Oliver’s hands and let his hands wander down to the hem of Oliver’s shirt. It needed to come off or he wanted to at least feel what was underneath it.
“I don’t think there’s anything to worry about now.” Oliver had to grin through the motions, tilting his weight as he kissed over Elio’s neck just to push a knee between his thighs and urge himself closer. The difference in height partly played into it well, Elio just seemed to fit in against his chest in the same way as a taller woman might, but he was firmer in all the nice ways a man could feel and just having that knowledge alone was enough to make Oliver groan against his skin and arch into his touch.
He pulled back just enough to reach down and pull his own shirt off before reaching for Elio’s. Leaving their clothes thrown all through his house might not have been the most logical course of action, but he hardly cared when it meant feeling skin on skin sooner rather than later. Seeing him, though, only served to make his mind wander again, and as he ducked his head to kiss over Elio’s shoulder he moved his arms to wrap tightly around his chest and waist before giving him a slight pull and lift with a thoughtful hum. “God. You’re light.” It probably went without saying for a man, but before he could bother he made a grab for Elio’s arm and ducked down just enough to give him a pull forward so he could yank him up and over his shoulder. “Bed? Bed.” He laughed, pivoting and once sure Elio wasn’t going to give too much of a struggle, he just started for the bedroom.
Once that shirt was off Elio took a moment to admire the evidence of all of Oliver's yoga work. The man was fit and Elio really couldn't believe someone that looked like him wanted someone scrawny like Elio. The sex in the dream must have been amazing. Elio tossed his shirt and let out a groan as soon as their skin touched, which only intensified when Oliver's lips continued to burn a path along his skin.
Then suddenly Oliver was commenting about his weight and then in one fluid movement he was tossed over Oliver's broad shoulder. He let out a gasp of surprise and squirmed just slightly before he realized that Oliver wouldn't drop him. "Oh my god," he let out a laugh as they made their way to Oliver's bedroom. He couldn't believe this was happening.
Once they reached the bedroom Elio was tossed onto the bed and he let out another laugh as he sat up on his elbows to look at Oliver, "You are unbelievable. Now get over here." He was ready for Oliver to be on top of him and to get down to business. His body was humming far more than it did with any other partner and he knew that this time was going to be different and important.
There was something so ridiculously endearing about the way Elio’s hair bounced with him on the bed. Still, Oliver had to take a small thrill in the way he was being looked at in that moment. He’d definitely made the right choice in that whole ordeal. “I know.” He put a hand on his hip, but just for a second before he was crawling onto the bed, hands moving to grab at everything that still needed to come off because he certainly didn’t want to have to fumble through it and need to move away once he had Elio beneath him.
And yet, once he did, he had to wonder what took him so long, sliding his body up for a kiss before back down. Laying a trail of kisses down his chest and stomach, his hands made work to squeeze at his waist, hips, possessive, because even if just for the afternoon this was all his. “How do you like it?” He wondered out loud, urging one of Elio’s legs up so he could move his arm around it from underneath, pressing a few soft kisses along his thigh before lightly rubbing his cheek there with a smile. He knew a few things pretty much every man liked, though.
"Fuck, why aren't you a model, Oliver?" Elio let the words tumble freely from his mouth once he got a look at Oliver completely naked. Maybe he would have to start going to yoga classes if he ever wanted the chance look like Oliver. It was a thing of beauty and Elio once again wondered how the hell he had gotten himself here. He was thrilled when Oliver finally came to him and they kissed again, the thrill of their full body contact definitely becoming evident.
How did he like it? Elio didn't really have an answer for it. He hadn't been with enough men to really have a preference so he went with what he hoped was a decent answer, "Surprise me." What could go wrong? He moved his body in whatever position Oliver wanted him to be in and tried his best to not let his head fall back. He wanted to watch this and commit it to memory.
“Why would I want to be a model?” He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head. It was nice that Elio appreciated what he was seeing for sure. “You’ve got the face for it.” He hummed, happy to take his time and appreciate the body below him. He liked that Elio was also willing and he nodded. He could handle that, but the first order of business was getting his mouth on him.
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By the time the room seemed to cool back down, Oliver was feeling sticky, and knew he needed to move before he had to rip off a layer of skin to get away from the warm body still under his chest. He grimaced slightly when he did, careful as he moved away to roll over onto his back, reached down to get rid of the condom and touch over his chest with a thoughtful hum. “You can shower if you want to.” He looked back over at Elio, smiling a little as he reached over to smooth back his dark hair. “You okay?”
Wow. Elio was definitely in a post-sex haze as he laid on Oliver's bed. Going home with him had absolutely been the right decision and Elio was proud of himself for just seizing the moment and going along with it. Oliver had proven himself amazing and extremely flexible and Elio was debating about if he wanted to find where Oliver taught and take a class, but he really didn't know if this was going to be more than just one time at this point. No reason to be the sad college kid following the hot older guy around if it wasn't going to be more than today.
Elio pulled his head out of his thoughts at Oliver's question and turned to give him a slow smile. "More than. You've almost made a yoga convert out of me with those moves. I definitely need to shower though," He looked down at his body let out a small chuckle; they had made a bit of a mess but some water and soap would make it all go away. He leaned into the touch in his hair and moved forward to kiss Oliver, "keep running your fingers through my hair and I'm not going to make it to the shower though."
“Almost? What else do I gotta do?” Oliver joked, not sure anything he’d done was that fancy, but who knew what Elio was used to being on the receiving end of. He did know that his college days were less than amazing most of the time, so he could imagine. Lifting his head to look down again, Oliver just grinned and let his head flop back on the pillow. “We both do. It’s a good sort of mess. The type you’ve earned.”
He smiled when Elio moved to kiss him, happily moving to meet it, even if he just pushed his fingers through the curls enough to get a grip on them. “That does sound terrible.” He kissed him again letting his hand slide down so that he could touch his cheek. “If you really won’t make it by yourself. You’ll just have to come with me.” He nodded, trying to look completely serious, despite a mood bordering on giddiness after the afternoon’s activities. He shifted to sit up, scooting to the edge of the bed before stepping around to offer his hand. “Come on. I’ll play with your hair some more.”
“Mmmm, not sure yet,” Elio hummed with a grin, “Give me a moment to think about that one and I’ll get back to you.” He could be easily convinced to go to yoga if Oliver asked him to attend a class. It wasn’t something he had thought about doing, but getting in some more relaxation in his life might be a good idea. He couldn’t help but chuckle a little at the comment about them being messy was something they earned. He wasn’t wrong and he was more than happy to earn that kind of mess because of what came before it. He could handle feeling a little gross because it was easily washed away.
Elio let out a gentle moan into the kiss as he felt Oliver’s fingers grip his hair a little tighter. He really enjoyed people playing with his hair so Oliver had hit that weird little quirk of his that would render him into putty. Being told to join him in the shower made Elio grin and then with the promise of having his hair played with more he couldn’t help but go along with it. He let out a groan as he sat up in the bed and took Oliver’s hand, “Okay, fine, you’ve convinced me.” Part of him had been expecting to be kicked out of the bed already, but Oliver was different.
“Well, when you think of it, you can give me a call.” Oliver nodded, giving a slight grin at the groan and breathing out a laugh once he had a hold of Elio’s hand. “Don’t be too excited.” Still, he reached to tap his wrist before giving him a pull up, not bothering to let go as he pulled him along to the bathroom. He didn’t bother with the door or anything, letting go only to move and work on getting the shower started. “Feel free to use whatever. If you want a toothbrush there should be some in the bottom drawer.”
Oliver wasn’t too concerned about it at the moment, moreso with the water and leaning to check and make sure there were enough towels. It was a belated thought that he should have checked the time, but he was sure he’d hear the alarm from the bedroom if they lingered too long. When the water was what he figured was a good starting point, he went ahead and stepped in before offering a hand to Elio. “Watch your step. Don’t need you to sue me because you broke something now.”
Being offered a toothbrush was not what Elio had expected, but it was really nice of Oliver to offer. He could probably use one now, but that would have to wait until after they were finished in the shower. “Thanks,” Elio commented with a smile as he looked around the bathroom briefly as Oliver got things ready in the shower. Oliver had a nice place, which to be honest anything was better than his apartment, but he was also just a freshman so the urge to make a house look super fancy hadn’t really hit him just yet.
“Do you say that to all your dates?” Elio commented with a laugh as he made his way into the shower. He stepped back into the stream, leaning his head back to let the water wash over him and moved his hand over his stomach to get rid of some of the mess that was on his stomach as he waited for Oliver to enter the shower and handed over the bottle of shampoo, “Just making sure you hold up your end of the bargain.”
“Only the ones I take into the shower with me, or who hear yoga and want to try some kind of weird position they can’t pull off but saw in a book or online.” Oliver had to grin, and really, there had only been about one of those, thankfully. Weird shit was really only a good idea if you knew what you were getting into and unfortunately, that just didn’t work if both people weren’t athletic or flexible. He made room for Elio, just reaching into the water to smooth back his hair from his face.
Seeing the shampoo he had to grin, taking the bottle and squirting some into his palm. “Of course.” He let out a little laugh, smoothing it out between his hands before reaching up to massage into Elio’s hair. “Are you always this easy to please?” He looked over the suds, taking a moment to be sure to lightly rake his nails over Elio’s scalp before easing him back under the water to start rinsing.
"Sounds like you need to start issuing a waiver for your guests to sign when they enter your house," the thought amused him and Elio couldn't help but chuckle aloud. Would anyone actually sign it or would the idea just turn them off completely? Great way to get rid of that terrible date. Elio also mentally added a note to not try weird sex positions anytime in the future because it sounded a little dangerous.
"Mmmmhmm," Elio was practically purring at the feel of Oliver's hands in his hair. His eyes were closed, his body relaxed, and his head tipped back. It was pure heaven for him, "I am basically that picture of a cartoon bear with a sign that says 'feed me and tell me I'm pretty' except I would also love a head massage." Elio even owned one of those little head massager contraptions because it really relaxed him. The nails on his scalp sent a shiver down his spine and after he was done rinsing he couldn't help but lean up to kiss Oliver again. Why this man was wanted him he has no idea but he was going to enjoy this for as long as it lasted today.
“Oh no...if I did that everyone would expect some 50 shades of Oliver.” He could safely say he wasn’t into the whole sadistic scene, though, some mild restraint of tickling wasn’t always a terrible idea. Even being a little rough could be called for in the right situation, but he hardly wanted to actually hurt anyone to get off. It wasn’t something he sprung on new lovers, though. That was just weird. He certainly had no desire to make some kind of red sex dungeon in the spare bedroom.
Elio was way more entertaining to think about, and he did certainly seem to enjoy being touched. Oliver made sure to file that away for later, amused, and somewhat intrigued to figure out if that was the only place that made him so relaxed. “A bear with a sign of feed me and tell me I’m pretty.” He laughed a little, smoothing out the strands once they were looking black under the water and he hummed. He tipped down to meet the kiss, letting his arms just move down to Elio’s shoulders so he could pull him in against his chest. “You’re pretty.” He mumbled, grinning against his lips. “I’ll have to feed you later, though.”
Elio was more than happy to not be brought into a 50 Shades of Grey situation and in all honestly would probably run off immediately when the door opened. Having his hair shampooed in the shower was a little more his speed. "I'll show you a picture of it later," he murmured with a smile before they kissed. The comment drew a similar grin from Elio and he couldn't help but laugh, "Mmmhmmm…" He was purposefully noncommittal in his answer about the food because he wasn't quite sure what to do with this whole thing. The idea of going to get something to eat with Oliver sounded great, but he was worried it was just all talk. None of the men he had slept with ever wanted anything more than just the hook up.
But he needed to stop thinking about that and just enjoy the moment. Oliver was great and Elio was happy that he decided to go along with the craziness of the situation. He pulled away from the kiss to grab the bar of soap so they could both finally be clean, "I would offer to shampoo your hair, but you are too tall. You need a chair to sit in like at the salon." Elio didn't want to make Oliver duck down for a while and instead he got to touch more of Oliver's body so he didn't mind.
“You should.” Giving a nod, Oliver smiled, the bear pretty much forgotten in favor of other things. He hardly thought anything of Elio’s lack of agreement, despite the offer being quite real. Still, Oliver wasn’t going to humor the idea that it was going to happen now. He would need to get back to the studio and Elio could have classes or at least need to finish his work that Oliver had already put a stop to. Yet, it was something to look forward to later, hopefully without any more weirdness to pop up between them.
“Can’t reach?” He asked, amused but wasn’t bothered by the idea of washing his own hair at all. It was just as easily said as done and if it meant Elio was going to take up the soap instead, it felt like a perfect trade off. He hummed, letting out a small laugh. “I think I’m too young to need a shower chair, but it’s something to think about later.” Once he was all sudsy, he moved to grab Elio and shimmy them around so he could duck under the water easier and rinse himself off.
Elio knew they would have to part ways sooner rather than later since Oliver made it clear that he had a class to teach. Elio would never interrupt something like that and he did need to get this assignment finished up plus some other non-music related homework. But for now his focus was solely on the naked Oliver in front of him and the wonderful muscles under his hands. If he was more of a hopeless romantic he could write a symphony based on his feelings right now and no one would ever know the true inspiration behind it.
“Mmm, not really; some of your hair but not all of it,” was the answer as his hands made sure to cover every inch of Oliver. He looked up at the mention of the shower chair and gave him an amused smile, “You would only need it if someone shorter than you wanted to wash your hair, but I can play with your hair outside of the shower.” He had to admit that he did enjoy Oliver’s hair, just long enough to run your fingers through. The shuffle of switching bodies happened and Elio started to soap up his own body that he hadn’t gotten at the beginning of the shower.
It was ridiculously adorable to think about Elio being that much shorter than Oliver. He was more apt to worry about if someone else’s shower head was going to give him a sore neck, then again, showering with someone wasn’t always in the cards. “Hm. That and it’d definitely make some other potential shower activities easier. Save the kneecaps and all that.” He grinned a little, feeling pretty well rinsed but not letting that stop him from reaching to pull Elio in again and take the soap to reach around him and soap up his back, whether or not it actually needed it.
“Better make sure you’re nice and clean.” He nodded, like it was serious business, and not just an excuse to touch him for a little while longer, even if he took it upon himself to make sure Elio got rinsed off well, too, leaning against the wall for a moment as he set the soap aside. He was already making it hard to imagine getting out and leaving him. Still, he knew he’d have to, life and all, so after reaching to touch over Elio’s hair one last time he pushed up and moved to step out the other end of the shower to grab towels for them, shaking out his hair and loosely securing the one around his waist. “Got a towel for you when you’re ready.”
At the mention of saving kneecaps Elio couldn’t help but let out a snort of laughter. Okay, he should have totally seen where that was going to go, but it was still hilarious to hear Oliver mention it. Soon enough they were all completely cleaned off and Elio admired the backside of Oliver as he left the shower. He took a moment to run his hands through his hair and get some more of the water out of it before he moved out of the shower and took a towel from Oliver with a smile. “Do you spoil everyone like this?” He raised an eyebrow after he asked, a smile on his face, as he wrapped the towel around his hips. He wasn’t sure if this was a common thing from Oliver but he had to admit he really enjoyed the treatment, “And I should borrow a toothbrush from you.”
“Only the ones I like.” Oliver admitted. There was some truth in that certainly, and he couldn’t deny that he was enjoying Elio’s company. “Maybe you just spark that sort of reaction in people, being cute and all.” He half shrugged, giving a nod as he moved to the sink to dig around for one of the spares he had tucked away. “Probably not your type, but I tend to buy a couple when I need them.” He smiled until he heard the first buzzes and chimes of his alarm from the bedroom.
“Fuck.” He moved to pass off the toothbrush before heading to dig around his pants for his phone and cut off the alarm. “There’s no rush for you.” He called, pulling out some clean clothes and drying off before tossing the towel on the bed as he got dressed. That went quickly enough and once he had his socks and shoes on he was stepping back to Elio and taking a moment to pause and hold up his phone to snap a picture with a little smirk. “Take your time. But this is so I’ll know who to tell the cops stole my tv when it’s missing.” He grinned at his phone, seemingly satisfied before lifting a hand as he went back to and out the door. “Later!”
It all happened in a complete blur. He had been in the middle of brushing his teeth when the alarm went off and he honestly didn't know what else to do when Oliver suddenly start getting dressed faster than a human should be able to. He finished brushing his teeth, spit, and rinse by the time Oliver showed back up and snapped a photo of him. He probably looked completely bewildered in it and it only grew when Oliver threw out that joke and disappeared in a haze of Later. He shook his head as he got dressed, snagging one of Oliver's tshirts to wear because why not (chances were low he would ever see him again), and made his way out of the house. He locked the door before he shut it behind him with a grin and a shake of his head. "That was really fucking weird," he muttered to himself as he got into his car.