Who: Oliver and Edwin When: 5:45ish Where: Second floor empty bedroom by the gym Warnings: NSFW >.>
Oliver had shown up a little late on purpose, not wanting to be the first one in the empty room just for the fact that it would give him too much time to marinate on what was about to happen without any sort of distraction available. For the fifth time that day he told himself that it would have been easier to just do this right after the conversation, not wanting to equate it to ripping off a band-aid, like it was something to suffer through, but at least then he wouldn't have had to spend the whole day mulling it over. He hadn't entirely realized what exactly they were agreeing to until Edwin mentioned the empty room, and there was absolutely no lie behind the fact that he was absolutely on board.
The work in the basement was a welcome distraction, as was helping Marco in his room. Going into town to help OWen with the cot also helped, even though he made a detour before they left to hit the pharmacy. Trying to figure out how to stash the small bottle of lube was difficult enough, but the contents of a size assortment box of condoms was a little more difficult. In the end, he managed to get about ten condoms into the inside pocket of his jacket without it looking too strange, only to remember halfway up the hill that Cecilia had stocked the downstairs bathroom with anything he might have needed. Of course, the second most difficult part of the trip to and from town was not saying anything to Owen about his conversation with Cecilia, despite the fact that he hadn't exactly promised not to say anything to him. He had a feeling that Cecilia wouldn't sit on this for long, and when she was ready she'd deal with it. Part of him maybe wanted to warn Owen, but for what he didn't know. It was better this way. The primary difficult thing was doing his best not to think about the last time he'd had sex, or Jason.
That was, at least, right up until he got back to the house and made a beeline for Kate's room for some moral support. Unfortunately, there was no answer, and part of him felt both relieved and antsy about that. When he returned to his room with some dinner and saw Marco was there it brought another jolt of nerves. He'd figured the kid would be, and had brought him something to eat as always, but just being in the same room, knowing what he was going to be doing soon, made it a little awkward. He could explain the shower away, that he'd gotten gross and sweaty helping Owen, but he'd inevitably have to come back and take another one, right? He maintained his cool as he dressed into a t-shirt and jeans, deftly transporting the small bottle of lube and a few condoms into his pockets, note even sure which of them would actually be putting one on, if any, and messaged Cecilia.
He didn't sneak down the hall like he thought he might, but he did keep an extra eye out, and an ear to see if he could hear anyone in the foyer, or in their rooms. It seemed quiet enough, the still-setting sun causing a golden glow to dance through the big window at the end of the hall. That was the reason he'd chosen this time of the day, he remembered, not wanting to fumble around in the dark, but also not wanting the harsh overhead light the empty bedrooms had. He tried to tell himself that it wasn't because he thought it would be more...well...romantic, because he didn't really think that's what this really was, but it didn't escape him that he could just as easily have picked an earlier time where the midday sun would've worked just fine.
He realized he was staring at the doorknob now, realizing that unless Edwin was late too, he was probably already in there. You're about to have sex with Edwin, his brain reminded him, as if he'd forgotten. You want this. He did, and probably had for a while if he thought about it, even with all the added weirdness creeping around. He was split down the middle between the urge to run and open the damn door. He chose the latter.
His reservations took a back seat the instant he saw Edwin sitting in the middle of the floor, facing the door and colored in the golds and reds shifting in through the windows. He looked more like an ethereal elf now than Oliver had ever seen him, even with all that costume gear. Beautiful. The eager want that had been parading around him during their conversation on the network earlier returned, nudging away whatever he'd been thinking about before, for the moment. He smiled slyly, stepping out of the way of the door and closing it with a soft click behind him, his voice quiet, teasing and low. "What are you doin' on the floor all by yourself, elf?"