It Started Out With A Kiss (Oliver)

A few days had passed since Oliver had last seen Mason. It had been quite the night for Oliver, and to be honest, he couldn't stop thinking about it. He had really meant for it to mean nothing, and to just shake Mason up. Well, he did shake Mason up, that was for sure. After Oliver had kissed him, he got up and left. Maybe he shouldn't have just dipped out like he had, but the look of shock on Mason's face had been enough for him to go ahead, and leave. Needless to say, they hadn't gotten much work done. Since that night, Oliver hadn't seen Mason. He hadn't been in any of his classes, and every time he asked someone about him, they would tell him he was sick. Right. Sick. Oliver scoffed at the thought. Was it really that bad that he had to hide from him? Plus, they still had a project they had to work on together.

Mason not coming to class lasted the rest of the week, and by Saturday, Oliver was only slightly annoyed. Most of the week for him had consisted of him scaring people because he was so frustrated. For the first time, Oliver was postitive he had scared off someone without even meaning too. Maybe Oliver was just too much for Mason? Or maybe Mason really was sick? How was he suppose to know? He didn't exactly want to walk up to their dorm, and ask him. That would make it seem like he was interested. He wasn't interested in him.. He just happened to be Oliver's new flavor of the week.. right? Oliver didn't care. What he did care about was what he was going to do tonight. He could stay in again, but he was feeling something more exciting. He hadn't been to Deviate in a while, and could definitely use a drink or two from this stressful week.

It was decided then. Oliver was going to Deviate, and was going to forget about Mason. He would find himself some boy to take him home, and forget that Mason even existed. Oliver quickly hopped in the shower, and when he was done changed into clubbing worthy clothes. Oliver brushed his hair up to stand up slightly, grabbed his shades, and walked out. Oliver was glad that there was at least one place in Collision Falls that didn't card for drinking, and it just happened to be a supernatural hot spot. It wasn't to say that Oliver didn't like humans, but to him they were too uptight, and refused to open their eyes to things that happen around them. He was sure that most of them didn't realize that there was a school for supernatural teenagers, and that these teenagers could easily kill them without even blinking.

When Oliver got to Deviate, it was still rather early. He gave a slight nod to the bartender, and then proceeded to order a long island ice tea. It was his favorite drink, and could typically get him wasted pretty quickly. Oliver chose to sit in a corner high table, and just watch the people that were in the club. It didn't take long for it to get busy, and crowded. A few drinks later, Oliver saw a familiar blonde boy enter the club looking rather nervous. Oliver raised his brow in curiosity. Ironic that he came here to forget the boy, and he shows up. Oliver decided not to go to him, but instead just watch him. Not in a creepy way, just wanting to observe him. Oliver watched as he drank drink after drink. He watched cautiously as someone walked up to Mason, then watched as they trailed out to the dance floor. Oliver stood up, and walked back to the counter for another drink, and to close his tab. He even went as far to pay for Mason's drinks, and have the tab closed as well. Oliver was pretty sure he had way too much to drink, and probably wouldn't even be coherent enough to remember to pay for his drinks.

Oliver was about to walk out when he felt the fear of someone spike dramatically. He closed his eyes, and placed a hand on his temple. The whispering and throbbing was so intense that he had to let his wall down so that the noise would go away. Vampire. Bite. Oliver whipped his head up, and looked around to see who it was coming from, but knew before he spotted him. Mason was being held by the guy who had brought him to the dance floor, and looked like he was about to become the guy's next meal. Something in Oliver stirred. What was that..? Jealously? Protectiveness? Oliver moved his way towards where Mason and the vampire was, and managed to get himself wedged next to Mason. The vampire looked at him with a gleam, and said with a lisp, "Wanna share? I find that the blood of an innocent is the most delicious." Oliver grinned back at him, and opened himself up to hear the fears of the vampire. Death. Grim Reaper. Oliver gleamed, and leaned his head towards Mason's neck, and kissed on it lightly as he allowed the fear to seep into the vampire. He knew what he would be seeing. Oliver would become his greatest fear, which happened to be Death himself. It didn't take long for the vampire to become terrified of him.

The vampire let go of Mason, and began backing away. "No.. It can't be! I'm immortal! You can't have me," the vampire shrieked. Oliver leaned away from Mason's neck, and laughed. "I will claim you. I suggest you run," to everyone else, Oliver's voice sounded normal, but to the vampire his voice came out more menacing, and terrifying. The vampire took off, and was out the door before Oliver could blink. Oliver looked down at Mason, and said firmly, "We're leaving. Now." Oliver took Mason's hand, and started dragging him towards the door.

It was odd for Oliver to actually give a rats ass about someone other than himself or his sister. If it had been anyone else about to be a meal, Oliver would have left them there. Hell, he certainly wouldn't have paid for their drinks, but something was different with Mason. Yes, Oliver was attracted to him greatly, but there was something about him that made Oliver pause. He was almost glad for it, but on the flip side this meant that Oliver actually had feelings for someone other than himself and his sister. She would tell him this was a good thing, but Oliver wasn't so sure. Getting attached to people went against his motto of life. All people were good for was using one another, and then tossing them to the side. He had seen this first hand with his parents. He didn't want to end up like them. Dead or in jail for the rest of their life. It wasn't something he was willing to agree to, so Oliver acted callous towards most people. Except Mason it would seem.

Oliver was quite please when he felt Mason reach for him, and latch onto his shirt. There was something about being needed that made Oliver feel like there was a chance for him to turn out a little better than how he would end up. When he leaned into Mason's neck, he could hear the small whimper. He wasn't sure if it was because he was so terrified or because Oliver was kissing his neck. Oliver revealed in how cocky that sounded in his head, and pushed the thought out. He had a job to do, and it was not making another boy whimper at his touch. haha It didn't take long for the vampire to run off, and disappear into the night. Hopefully they wouldn't run into him on the way out. Even if they did, Oliver wasn't afraid. He nodded his head towards the bartender as he half dragged Mason out of the club. It was a good thing he had paid earlier.

Oliver glanced down towards Mason as he was leaning against him while walking. Oliver felt a small sliver of happiness from it. He wrapped his arm around Mason's waist as they continued to walk out of Falls Alley. Oliver was alert, and used his fear sensing as an extra precaution to know how many people were around them, and if the vampire from early came around. Oliver was taken off guard when they had come out of Falls Alley, and Mason came to a sudden halt. Oliver looked at him with a raised brow as he began thinking out loud, and wondering if pigeons could feel. "I'm not sure. They might? My mother always told me that every creature has feelings. They may not feel it the same way we do," Oliver shrugged. His mother had said a lot of things when he was younger, but he found that she was really just a terrible liar.

They had barely walked a few more feet when Mason stopped again, and began talking about not paying for his drinks. Oliver gave a small chuckle until Mason started walking away from him, and back towards the club. Oliver jogged in front of him, and said, "It's been paid for. They wouldn't have let you leave if you hadn't paid." Oliver spoke softly when he said this. Drunk people could be so ify, and Oliver did not want a crying Mason on his hands. Bristol was a crier, and it made Oliver feel guilty when she cried. He could imagine if Mason had started crying. "You wouldn't go to jail, Mason. Headmistress would never allow it. The club would be shut down if they reported you." Oliver put his hands on Mason's shoulder, and gave a half smile. "We need to get back to the academy. You can stay in my room," he told him. Getting him into the academy would be tricky. Mason was definitely a talker. He may have to tape his mouth closed.

There was something about Mason leaning into him that made Oliver feel calm, and less on edge. He was only slightly worried that the vampire from the club would come back, and bring friends. Oliver didn't think that would happen, but anything could happen. So, when Mason had come to a stop, it worried him. Turns out, Mason was worried about some birds, and his bar tab. Lucky for him, Oliver had taken care of the tab. As for the birds, Oliver couldn't be sure. Oliver couldn't help but chuckle at his words. A roommate? Was he that intoxicated that he had forgot about him not having one? "I don't have a roommate. I don't exactly have the most charming personality, you know." Oliver gave a small smirk. It was true. Most of his roommates didn't last more than a month. Oliver didn't mind though. He enjoyed being alone.. Well, for the most part anyways.

Oliver watched as his hand went to his neck, and he frowned. He didn't want Mason to feel worried or scared about vampires. Most of them were pretty chill, and wouldn't attack another supernatural. When Mason wrapped himself around Oliver, a chill went down his spine. Oliver wasn't use to people wanting to get close to him, let alone get cuddly. Most of the time it was a quick hook up, and nothing afterwards. With Mason it was different. He wasn't sure why, but it was. Oliver didn't want to sleep with him right away, but he wanted to get to know him first. Oliver wrapped his arms around Mason, and sighed. It was nice to just hold someone, right?

Oliver sighed, and said, "Yes, I paid for your drinks. Honestly, you had way too much to drink, and I was worried. So, I closed the tab." Typically Oliver didn't do things like that, but he did for Mason. He was sure why he did it, but he had. It had been a good thing he had though, otherwise Mason would have been a snack for a vampire. Oliver leaned into Mason for a second, and closed his eyes. They really needed to leave. "Come on. We need to get back to the school," Oliver opened his eyes, and grabbed Mason's hand. Oliver pulled his along, and walked towards the direction of the school. It wouldn't take too long for them to get back to the school. The tricky part would be sneaking back in with a drunk, and slightly emotional boy.

It took maybe ten to fifth teen minutes to walk through the city, and get back to the gate of the academy. Oliver turned to look at Mason, and put his finger to his lips. Oliver allowed himself to use his fear sensing to make sure that security wasn't out patrolling around the gates. When the coast was clear Oliver turned back to Mason again, and whispered, "You have to be quiet. Got it?" Once Oliver was sure that no one was around, he tugged Mason behind him, and quietly as possible opened up the gates, and crept through. When closing the gates, they squeaked slightly making Oliver cringe. When the gate was fully closed, he looked back to Mason, and grinned. Good, they had made it into the grounds. It would be easier to explain if they got caught inside the school grounds.

Oliver started towards the dorms, and breathed a sigh of relief when they entered the dorms. He walked up towards his room, and unlocked it. Oliver pulled Mason into the room, then promptly locked it. "Make yourself at home," he waved towards the bed. Oliver turned on two lamps, then turned the lights out so no one would knock on the door. Once he was done, Oliver turned towards Mason and grinned slightly. It was about to get real fun, Oliver could tell.

It was at a time like this that Oliver was glad he didn't have any roommates. It would have been a pain in the ass trying to get Oliver into the room with some. Plus, he would really prefer to not run into Ryan after the last time. Oliver didn't feel bad for what he had done to the kid, but Oliver didn't want to damage his pretty face. Honestly, Oliver wasn't even thinking about the fact that they would be alone. He just wanted to get Mason somewhere safe so that he could sleep off the drunkenness. Of course, he'd be lying if he didn't want to have fun with Mason, but he prefer that he be sober. Oliver wasn't into doing things with overly drunk people especially one he actually liked.

When Mason thanked him for paying for his tab, Oliver shrugged. "It's no big deal. Well, parents can track where their money is being spent, so." Oliver looked at him with shock. He sounded.. bitter about being sent away. Oliver had praised the day he got to leave England. His grandmother had died, and there was nothing left in that country for him. Oliver had wanted nothing to do with his mother, and never would again. "Parents are weird like that. They're suppose to love you unconditionally, but some times hiccups happen. So, they end up showing their love in strange ways. Maybe this is your parents way of showing they care about you," Oliver said. He surprised himself with how deep he had gotten with that. Oliver debated on telling him why he had been worried or just to shrug it off. Mason was so intoxicated he'd probably forget about whenever he woke up again. "You'd been drinking quite a bit.. You're a lightweight Mason," Oliver let out a raspy laugh. That should explain it right there.

Everything had been going great up until the had walked through the gates. When Mason stopped dead in his tracks, Oliver was taken aback. Oliver turned around to look at Mason, and looked at him with disbelief. The boy was pouting because he didn't want to walk anymore. The face was adorable, but they couldn't keep staying out here with him making so much noise. "Mason, lower your voice." Of course he wanted to be carried, and would continue to be loud until Oliver carried him. Mason walked forward, and wrapped his arms around him, and looked up at him with puppy dog eyes. Oliver sighed, and said, "Fine, I'll carry you. And no, you are not whispering. You're terrible at it." Oliver sighed, and said, "It's probably pretty good since most security is either vampires or shifters. They aren't going to jump us. We're students, not intruders. They'd take us to the Headmistress, and we'd be in big trouble."

Oliver leaned down slightly towards Mason, and lifted him up into his arms. Oliver walked the rest of the way to his room, and hoped no one would spot them. While Oliver had been turning on the lamps, he noticed that Mason was taking off his shoes, and over shirt. When he was done, Oliver looked over to Mason, and laughed. He had shook his legs in the air, and was struggling to get his pants off. The way Mason had said Oliver's name made something in him stir. Oliver kicked off his shoes, and slid them under the bed, and climbed on the bed. "Okay, I'll help." Oliver slid his hands up Mason's leg, and began unbuckling his belt. Oliver flicked his eyes up towards Mason, and smirked. Oliver popped the button to his jeans, the unzipped the zipper. Oliver let his fingers graze over the bit of stomach that Mason was showing. Without even thinking about, Oliver moved to straddle Mason, and lowered his head down towards Mason's. Oliver allowed his lips to linger over Mason's. He flicked his eyes towards Mason's before closing the distance between their lips. It wasn't a hard kiss. No, this was soft, and slow. Oliver took his time, and kissed Mason slowly. Oliver lightly bit on Mason's lip before breaking the kiss. "I would say I'm sorry, but I'd be lying," he told him with a raspy voice.

Oliver paused, and looked towards Mason with a frown. Oliver felt for him, he really did. There were just some kids who got the short end of the stick when it came to having parents. It seemed that Mason and Oliver might have more in common than he realized. Oliver bite his lip, and listened to the boy rant about his parents. “Mason, you are not a disgrace. You have an opportunity here to make a new family with people who are just like you.” Oliver knew that he, himself, needed to take his own advice, but he still had family that he liked, and who liked him. Oliver also wasn’t bitter over the fact that he had been sent to America. He loved it here, and he loved being away from his mother.

When tears started leaking out of Mason’s eyes, Oliver began to feel bad. Without even thinking about what he was saying, Oliver blurted out, “My dad use to abuse me and my sister when we were younger. My mother is spending life in prison for killing him.” Oliver hesitated, and turned to Mason. “It wasn’t all bad though, not until later on.” Oliver looked to the ground, and kicked around some dirt with his foot. “Just know that you’re not alone, and this is the perfect place to start a new life for yourself,” Oliver mumbled.

Oliver had never intended to let Mason in on any part of his life before Collision Falls. He secretly hoped that Mason would forget what he had said by morning. As they approached the school, Oliver couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Mason. He was positive that he should never drink again, and if he did he needed to take it slow. “You are a terrible whisperer, Mason.” Oliver couldn’t help the chuckle that escape him.

When the boy had stepped back, and jumped on Oliver’s back, he couldn’t but shake his head. Never in his life would he have imagined himself giving someone a piggyback ride. Oliver didn’t question it when Mason tightened his legs around his waist, but he was startled when he began lightly kissing his neck. Oliver closed his eyes slightly, but kept walking. It was when Mason lightly bit on the area between his neck and shoulder that Oliver let out something between a sigh and a moan. He knew he was going to have a hickey, but he didn’t care. “Dammit Mason,” he mumbled softly.

There was a nagging in the back of his head telling him that he shouldn’t be taking advantage of a drunk boy, but Mason was so tempting. It felt like Oliver couldn’t get enough of him no matter how close he was. When he pulled away, he silently watched Mason for a few seconds. Everything about the boy was dangerously intoxicating, and Oliver couldn’t even understand why. What made Mason so much more toxic than every other boy he had been with? “Don’t be.” Oliver looked down to Mason with a bit of shock, and was even more shocked when he leaned up, and pressed his lips against Oliver’s. Oliver let his eyes close, and let Mason’s lips consume him. Oliver leaned back down, lightly pushing Mason back onto his back. He slipped a hand through Mason’s hair, and lightly tugged on it. Oliver moved his lips away from Mason’s, and down towards his neck. Oliver bite gently, and started giving Mason his own hickey. When he was down, he whispered, “Now we’re matching.”

Oliver had never intended to tell Mason anything about his life before Collision Falls. It was a time in his life that he wished he could forget desperately. He had actually never intended for any of this to happen, but he couldn’t let Mason be a snack for some vampire. So really, this was the vampires fault for not going to a blood bank, and feeding like most others of his kind. It was partially why Oliver had a dislike for vampires. They walked around thinking that everything that had blood pumping through it’s veins was for it to snack on. Oliver pushed his hands into his pockets, and watched Mason with a close eye. He understood the internal battle more than anyone else. Oliver went through it almost everyday, and it was a struggle. Trying to figure out how he was suppose to function with a dysfunctional family.

Pity was the furthest thing that Oliver wanted from anyone. He could see Mason’s eyes widen slightly when he talked about his life before here. He had just wanted Mason to know that he wasn’t alone when it came to having shitty parents. Oliver was slightly shocked when Mason came up to him, and hugged him. He was just glad Mason had stopped crying. Honestly, he just wasn’t sure what to do with criers unless it was his sister. He then knew what to do, but that’s because he knew Bristol like the back of his hand. Plus, she was usually crying because she had missed the latest shopping sale. Bristol had become something else entirely when they moved here. It was like she had become a goddess of desire. It seemed that every male, and even female was after her. He knew it was slightly because of her ability. He wasn’t sure if she could control the aroma that she gave off, but still. It was slightly annoying to see people chasing her like she was a piece of meat.

Oliver was only slightly embarrassed that he had made that kind of noise. He couldn’t help it. That was one of his weak spots. He got chills after Mason blew lightly on his neck. What the hell was it about this kid that made Oliver be off his rocker? Oliver smirked at Mason when he said it was for calling him a terrible whisperer. “You got me shaking in my boots, kid.” Maybe not his boots, but hey. Oliver wasn’t going to freak him out by saying something different.

Oliver couldn’t help the smirk that came about on his lips as he heard Mason moan. He shivered when Mason slid his hands under his shirt, but paused when he felt Mason’s fear spike. He pulled away, and looked down to Mason. Oliver bite his own lip, and cursed himself. The vampire incident was still fresh, and he had completely forgotten about it. Oliver mumbled, “Sorry, I forgot.” His voice was raspy, and he felt bliss. He was slightly confused when Mason began pulling at his belt loops. He glanced down at his own clothing, and shrugged. He sat up for a moment, and began taking off his own shirt. There. Much better now.

The hug was rather comforting for Oliver. He wasn’t one to open up, or even allow himself to feel.. Anything. Feelings got people hurt, and he just wasn’t about that kind of life. That’s why he was such an ass to most people. He took in the warmth that Mason had to offer him, and almost didn’t want to let him go. Oliver came out of his daze when Mason cleared his throat, and stepped back. Oliver blinked a few times, and nodded his head. “Yea..” Oliver ran a hand through his dark hair. He wasn’t sure what had come over him. This was not like him what so ever. He wasn’t sure if this was a good thing or a bad thing. He would prefer to not catch some sort of feelings for this kid. A kid was clearly in closet about his sexuality. Sure, Oliver had been there before, but not nearly as bad as Mason. He felt free the moment he told Bristol that he was gay. Well, he supposed he would be bisexual, but either way. Oliver had a heavy attraction to men, and he was okay with it.

Oliver couldn’t help but laugh. “You are so a kid,” Oliver coughed out a laugh. Oliver hesitated as Mason asked him what he had meant. Oliver raised a brow, but refused to answer him. Now Mason would know how it felt to have his questions ignored that he had done to Oliver! Oliver bite at his lip when Mason brushed his finger over the hickey lightly. Chills ran all over him. Damn this kid, and his weird power he had over Oliver. Oliver stopped walking, and raised a brow. “Wouldn’t you like to know,” he told him, his voice slightly more raspy than he had wanted it to come out. A small smirk came over Oliver’s lip, and he started walking again.

The smirk that crossed Oliver’s face as Mason whined couldn’t even describe the feeling Oliver was having. The things that Oliver wished he could do this boy was out of this world. He wouldn’t though. He would prefer a sober Mason for that kind of fun. Oliver could see the protest in Mason’s eyes as he sat up, but it was soon put to rest when Oliver stripped his shirt off. Oliver sat there, and let Mason take it in. He wasn’t the best looker, but Oliver did have a nice body. A chill went up Oliver’s spine when Mason trailed his hand over Oliver’s abs. His head tilted back, and his eyes fluttered closed. This lasted for a few moments until he lifted his head, and saw Mason’s raised brow. Oliver glanced, and saw his hand resting on the hem of his jeans. Oliver smiled, and undid the button to his jeans. He unzipped his jeans, and let them fall just below his hips.

Oliver leaned over, and cupped his hand behind Mason’s neck, and brought his lips up to his own. Oliver pulled on Mason’s bottom lip gently with teeth. Oliver sighed with content. Mason was intoxicating, and Oliver just couldn’t get enough of him.