Cancel, Continue – Two
Author’s note: This is part two of a Coliver!College AU that I posted a while ago. There will be more of this verse but it may take a little while. Apologies in advance.+
Oliver can feel the warm sunlight dancing across his eyelids but he turns his face away, burying it deeper in the pillow, blocking out both the light and the morning it brings. He can feel a restlessness stirring in his arms and legs, the need to stretch inactive muscles, but does his best to ignore both. Keeping his eyes firmly closed and clinging desperately to sleep, Oliver’s not ready to let this night’s dream go just yet.
He’s having one of the good ones. He’s trailing light fingertips over the breadth of a chest, running a hand down the smooth line of a thigh, biting at the pulse point of a neck while circling fingers over a hardening length. The body is faceless, head constantly turning away from Oliver’s seeking lips, but it doesn’t matter. Oliver knows those hands, those arms, the line of that back; he’s well familiar with that body and the glorious man it belongs to.
The face of the dream man turns and there he is.
Connor. It’s always Connor.
Oliver lets Connor’s face come into focus, mouth smiling a tad too wide and laughter sparkling in those eyes Oliver adores, and allows himself to remain in the haze between sleep and wakefulness for just a moment. Just a moment of Connor beaming at him, looking at him with love and adoration, looking at Oliver like they actually mean something to each other, before opening his eyes and accepting the morning. Because, in Oliver’s opinion, it’s one thing to have the occasional inappropriate dream about your best friend, to company of course, the horribly overgrown crush you have on him, it’s quite another to actively think about kissing the bolt of Connor’s jaw or remaining in a dream that would make looking Connor in the eyes difficult.
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