Chapter 5
"Hey, I'm going to go take a shower." Miguel tapped him on the shoulder which earned a nod. Oliver sleepily groaned in response and with that, Miguel got up and went into the bathroom. Oliver rolled over and laid on his back, staring at the ceiling. He kicked off his shoes and shed himself of his hoodie and sweatpants, just leaving him in his spider suit. He looked around and looked in the closet, seeing two fluffy white robes. He took one and went back to the bed before peeling his spider suit off his body and putting on the robe. He sighed happily and laid in bed. He went on his phone to pass the time.
He then heard the bathroom door open and he looked over and saw Miguel. He turned over and hoped Miguel didn't see the huge blush creeping on his face. Miguel had walked out with a towel around his waist, showing off his torso and upper body.
Damn, I didn't realize he was so built... Oliver tried to regain his composure and sat up. He got up from the bed and hurried past Miguel to the bathroom. Miguel looked at Oliver and shrugged before getting dressed. Oliver sat on the floor of the bathroom and became a flustered and blushing mess.
"Oh my God....how is he so fine???" Oliver covered his face and groaned.
Oliver shook his head and shed himself of his robe, hanging it on the bathroom door and turning on the shower, the mirror still foggy from Miguel's shower. He stepped in, letting the warm water hit his face and drenching his hair and skin. He sighed, closing his eyes. The image of Miguel from before with just that towel around his waist suddenly popped into his head. He opened his eyes and looked to the door and back to the shower wall in front of him. He shut his eyes again, imagining Miguel, imagining the bulge of his dick from behind the towel. He breathed out shakily as his hand went to his own dick, gently stroking it.
He imagined Miguel getting up close and personal with him, his strong arms pulling him close, close enough to smell the scent of his musk. His strokes slightly sped up as he fantasized about his associate. He thought of Miguel kissing him, deepening it by the second. He sped up his strokes, muffling his moans with his left hand. He placed his thumb over the slit of his cock, letting out a small string of whimpers and whines and quiet moans. He leaked small pearls of pre-cum as the droplets fell down over his fingers, speeding up his motions. He finally fely his climax rise and fall as ropes of white spurted out onto his stomach and the wall of the shower in front of him.
He sighed and cleaned up, washing himself and his hair and finally getting out. He dried off with a towel and put his robe back on before going out to the bedroom. Miguel was still awake, scrolling through his phone. He composed himself and went to the bed and grabbed his clothes. He pulled on his boxers before taking off his robe and putting on a black shirt and a pair of grey sweatpants. He crawled into bed and went on his phone, glancing at Miguel every so often. Miguel yawned and scrolled through his phone with a blank face. Oliver sighed and turned over, pulling the covers over him.
"What are you sighing about?" Miguel raised an eyebrow and turned to look at him. Oliver did not move.
"Nothing, just...tired." Miguel knew that was a lie.
"Tired, right. Come on, what is it?" Miguel wasn't one to pry but he could feel the tension in the room. Oliver blushed in embarassment. He couldn't just tell him he just jerked off to him in the bathroom because of both his pent up horniness and his crush. Miguel sighed and gently grabbing Oliver's shoulder to which Oliver shook off his hand. Miguel grabbed his shoulder once again, turning Oliver towards him. Oliver sat up and walked out into the balcony without another word, grabbing his hoodie on the way there. Miguel began to follow him before he could even realize. He went out onto the balcony and was met with the smell of cigarettes. Oliver took a drag of his cigarette and blew out a puff of smoke, not acknowledging Miguel's presence.
"Oliver, come on. I know you're upset about something, and I want to help." Oliver scoffed and looked at him.
"You want to help? That's new coming from you. Usually you want help. But as usual, I manage to screw up everything and find some way to mess things u-" Oliver's voice began to crack. He cleared his throat and kept his composure. Miguel chimed in before he could speak.
"That's not-" Miguel sighed deeply.
"Ok, I'm sorry for that-" He was quickly interrupted by Oliver.
"Oh, so now you're saying sorry?? After how many years now? Now you wanna say sorry?" Oliver looked at him, utterly offended.
"Yes, I'm sorry! I'm sorry for not sympathizing with how you felt and being so cold. You know I went through-"
"Hard things too. Yeah I know. And I'm sorry for that but that's no reason to let it out on me! Or anyone for that matter! I've seen how you treat some of the others and I have to go in and calm them down because you tear them down." Miguel looked at him, trying to find something to say.
"Well if they just did their job, then we wouldn't have a problem!"
"Miguel, no one is perfect! We all make mistakes sometimes!" Finally something clicked.
"Miguel....is this because of...my canon event?"
"...partly. It's just that...after the thing with Miles happened, I was already on edge, and then you came along. And that's when it really hit."
"I knew it."
"Knew what-"
"I knew it was all because of me. Me and my stupid canon event." Oliver leaned forward, leaning his elbows on his knees, taking a long drag of his cigarette. He felt tears forming in his eyes.
"I knew this wouldn't work...why.."
"Why what..?" Miguel was confused about what he was muttering about. Oliver looked up at him through teary eyes as sobs clawed their way up his throat. He sniffled and wipes his eyes.
"It's nothing. I'm going to bed-" Oliver stood and walked to the balcony door, grabbing the handle but was immidiately stopped by Miguel.
"No. Oliver, tell me. What. Is it?" Oliver felt his heart beating loudly in his chest. He could feel it in his ears. He gripped the door handle tightly, making his knuckles white.
"I...I like you Miguel..!" He didn't turn to look at him. He didn't want to see him embarrassed and flustered like this. He choked out a small sob, his body beginning to shake. Miguel kept his hand on Oliver's shoulder. He didn't remove it or tighten his grip. It just..stayed there. Oliver pushed his hand off and went inside, slamming the door behind him. He got into bed and shut off the light. Meanwhile, Miguel was just standing there. He finally snapped back to reality and went inside. He also got into bed. Oliver just laid there, mouth covered by his own hand as he cried. It didn't do anything. Miguel turned to face him. He slowly reached an arm out, pulling Oliver close. Oliver sobbed into his shoulder, gripping his arms tight.
"Oliver I...I genuinely am...sorry for how I treated you...and the others." He rubbed Oliver's back, comforting him. He held him close and he felt Oliver grab his face and pull him close. He could feel Oliver's breath on his face. Oliver leaned in and gently kissed Miguel. Miguel was taken aback by this but he kissed back. Oliver ran his fingers through Miguel's dark locks as he kissed him. He moved his other hand to Miguel's waist, pulling him closer. Miguel pulled away for a moment, catching his breath before kissing Oliver, deepening the kiss. Oliver whimpered into the kiss and Miguel running his hands up and down Oliver's sides. Oliver climbed on top of him, still kissing him and straddled him. He pulled away and they were flipped over by Miguel, who started to shower his neck with kisses.
Oliver wrapped his arms around Miguel's neck, letting soft moans slip out. Miguel nibbled and sucked on his neck, leaving marks and causing Oliver's back to slightly arch. Miguel placed a hand on the arch of his back and trailed his kisses down, pulling down the collar of Oliver's shirt. Oliver pushed Miguel away for a moment, slipping off his shirt and throwing it onto the floor. Miguel couldn't help but smirk and start to kiss his chest. Oliver kept his hands on the back of Miguel's head and shivered as he felt Miguel's kisses trail further down. Miguel kissed down to his stomach, soon reaching the waistband of Oliver's boxers that were peeking out from behind the waistband of his sweatpants. Miguel looked up at him as he kissed Oliver's v-line. Oliver bit his lip and nodded.