š /oliver
the days are warm and comfortable,Ā Ā like a blanket comfortably resting over his skin.Ā Ā on days like these elio rarely wears many clothesĀ āĀ only shortsĀ if he can help itĀ āĀ as he sees no need to cover himself in the heart of italyās summer time.Ā Ā one of his favorite activities,Ā in fact,Ā is lying in the shade of a nice big tree when itās hot out like this and forgetting the world even exists.Ā Ā except,Ā right now,Ā oliver is his world.Ā Ā Ā oliver is allĀ he can think about,Ā only inches away from his body,Ā taking up space with his muscles and height.Ā Ā itās not fair.Ā Ā even restingĀ feels difficult,Ā because he wants to reach over and touch him.
and so he does.Ā Ā elio knows he can only do so much,Ā can only make so much happenĀ without acting,Ā and he doesnāt want to waitĀ anymore.Ā Ā the two of them have been playing this limbo for days,Ā weeks now,Ā and heās sick of it.Ā Ā in a moment of almost desperationĀ ( heāll deny that )Ā elio leans over and, softly, brushes his lips along oliverās mouth.Ā Ā itās a delicateĀ thing,Ā almostĀ -Ā unsure of himself and yet going for it anyway.Ā Ā a hand comes up to lightly stroke along oliverās cheek,Ā teasing with that kiss,Ā before he finally pulls back to gaze along the face heās dreamed about for so long.Ā Ā doesnāt even careĀ that he could be rejected,Ā while also sure heāll die if he is.
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