Connor is perfectly capable of taking care of himself. Oliver knows it.
He says it again and again in his head.
It doesn’t stop the protective surge from bubbling up in his chest when he sees Connor’s date curl his hand around Connor’s wrist so hard that Connor winces. The guy leans to Connor’s ear and whispers something so harsh that Connor frowns.
Oliver only came tonight at Connor’s request. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this guy,” Connor said. “Just sit nearby, in case something weird happens.”
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Coliver week day 4: Soulmates AU – take 2
Some cultures believe that soul mates are linked. At birth, the gods tie around each half the end of a red string. The thread can stretch, twist, bend, tangle, knot over itself thousands of times – but it will never break – and eventually, those two people will find each other and their souls reunited once more.
In actuality, soul mates are more like twins. They’re two halves of one soul, a yin and yang, who get sent into two separate bodies. They spend their lives trying to twine themselves back together, always working at this balance.
A red string would almost make it easier – at least it would give you a straight path to follow, and no uncertainty as to who it is.
But there are clues.
Coliver Day 4: Soulmates AU
Connor never thought about the watch until it blared at him.
00:30:00
He’d glanced at it once or twice before. When it malfunctioned and read 525,600 minutes and lost its hours. When it had first been installed and the weight was still too heavy on his wrist. When he’d first started sleeping with guys and wanted to check that they weren’t gonna be the one. When he was in his first aid course without a fob watch and had no other way to accurately take someone’s pulse. But other than to reassure himself that no, this wasn’t the time and no, he wasn’t going to bump into them there… he never gave it a thought.
Until it read one half hour away.
There are times when the two of them together is just fucking. Plain and simple. Rough and dirty. Oliver’s nails digging harsh lines into Connor’s back. Connor sucking marks down Oliver’s neck. Connor’s hand pressing hard on Oliver’s shoulder, holding him down while Connor pounds him into the mattress. Oliver’s hands gripping Connor’s hips so tight they leave bruises while Connor rides him into oblivion. It is hands twisted in sheets, sweat running down brows, and tirades of dirty talk that break into pleas for mercy.
The next day Connor tenderly presses a finger to one of the marks on his hip while they are sitting around Annalise’s office. Even through the layers he’s wearing the skin is tender and he smiles to himself remembering. Who knew shy computer nerds could be so good?
Other times two of them together is just fun. Laughter and teasing. Natural and effortless. They accidentally clunk their foreheads together and start giggling like teenagers, breathless and easy. Connor discovers that Oliver is remarkably ticklish and exploits that fact. Oliver gets some of his own back when he discovers that Connor is just as ticklish. It is kisses that taste like laughter, dirty talk that turns into shameless teasing, and make out sessions that just go on and on because why the fuck not.
The next day Connor finds himself grinning like an idiot in the middle of class. For the first time ever he doesn’t even care if it comes off as needy when he texts Oliver a dozen times before lunch because he’s just so happy. Who knew shy computer nerds could make him feel so free?
Then there are the rare times when the two of them together is making love. Gentle and soft. Powerful and sacred. Reverent touches running over smooth skin. Solemn vows whispered in voices breaking. Oliver quietly cradles Connor’s face and kisses him like Connor actually matters. Connor rubs his own cheek against Oliver’s and then buries his face in the other man’s neck and lets the tears fall free. Oliver breathes kisses down Connor’s shoulder as they bask in the afterglow. Connor pulls Oliver close and they relish in the blessed silence that comes with simply being together. All the while, three little words go unspoken between them.
The next day Connor wakes in a panic and wonders how he let himself fall so far down the rabbit hole. He tries to tell himself that it’s not too late to get out. Eventually Oliver will see that Connor’s just not worth it anyway so really he’s doing them a favor and saving everyone some time. In the harsh morning light, Connor glances over to Oliver’s sleeping form and wishes, not for the first time, that he was better and more. Oliver deserves better and more. Who knew shy computer nerds could make him want so much to be worthy?
Book Club
For ColiverWeek Friday : Coliver + Literature
Also somewhat inspired by this post.
Connor loves Oliver.
He does.
He really really does.
It’s just this new reading before bed thing that he cannot get behind.
Well, Oliver reading before bed is not a new new addition to the evening routine, which they practically had down to a science. First it was brushing teeth, washing faces, all that good stuff. Then they’d climb into bed and Oliver would shove his feet under Connor’s before picking up whatever the book of the week was. Meanwhile, Connor watched The Daily Show and was normally a barely functioning zombie by the time the moment of Zen rolled around. It was almost all he could do to turn off the TV and ditch the remote before rolling over to burrow into Oliver’s side. Once there, Connor would wait patiently for Oliver to wrap up the passage he was the middle of before the book went down and the lights went off.
It was plain and boring and sickeningly domestic.
And Connor loved every minute of it.
Until stupid Brian from Oliver’s stupid office convinced Oliver to join a stupid fucking book club.
Day 3: Coliver + Music (ps, the song I used x)
They’ve been more or less joined at the hip since they exchanged vows, so Connor is more than a little surprised when he turns and finds his husband of three hours missing from beside him.
Connor politely excuses himself from conversation and searches the reception hall – or tries to, because everyone keeps stopping him to congratulate him and ask where Oliver went off to.
That’s what I want to know, Connor wants to say. “I’m looking for him.”
“He’ll turn up,” one of his relatives says. A cousin, he thinks. He has never had the closest relationship with his family, but he hadn’t wanted his half of the hall to be empty. The cousin smirks. “Unless you think he booked it.”
The cousin’s date rolls her eyes. “People only run before the wedding. What would be the point now?”
“Second thoughts?” says a third person, another cousin, probably.
Connor really hates his family. What he hates more are the crippling insecurities beginning to swell. He stamps them down.
Oliver wouldn’t just leave. Even if he was scared, even if he wanted to leave, Oliver would tell Connor first.
…Right?
Coliver 12
“Please stay.”
1.
“Fuck.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do,” Oliver gasps, rocking his hips forward.
“Yeah, well,” Connor says, breath hitching as he tries to fuck himself into Oliver’s dick. “You could try a bit harder.”
“You’re so impatient.” Oliver shakes his head, still moving as slow as he can without making himself explode.
“There’s nothing wrong with wanting a good hard fuck,” Connor tells him, smirking when Oliver’s hips stutter.
“You’re hard alright,” Oliver teases, making his point by sneaking a hand between them and wrapping it around Connor’s dick.
What We Have in Common is Nobody’s Business
Day 4: Soulmates AU
Connor knows at seventeen – when he leans over and whispers in Oliver’s ear, “Meet me in the janitor’s closet in ten minutes,” just to watch that blush spread across Oliver’s face – that he will love Oliver Hampton for the rest of his life.
But he also knows that Oliver won’t. He can’t.
Connor wasn’t born with a name anywhere on his body. His soulmate can be whoever he wants.
Oliver has a name on his wrist. Jon. He hides it with a leather band Connor bought him for Christmas with Connor inscribed across the top. The N still pokes out along the side.
Connor stares at it more than he should.
Dream a Little Dream
For ColiverWeek : Thursday: Soumates AU
Everyone knows the way to distinguish a normal dream from a soul dream is scent and Connor’s first soul dream smells like laundry detergent. It is soft and warm and reminds him of years past. When his mother still did his laundry and he slept in a room down the hall from his sister. When his father was still at least attempting to feign interest in his son’s life and his family ate dinner together around one table every night.
He’s in boarding school now. His laundry is done by the school and it always smells faintly of disinfectant. His parents are too consumed with fighting over who gets custody in court to be bothered with parenting the children they both claim so desperately to want. His sister is at her own boarding school across the state and sometimes forgets that she promised to call him every Sunday night; it’s been years since she was one of the new kids and has forgotten how strange it can be moving to a new school that promises to be ‘just like home.’
But in the soul dream none of that matters. It smells like home because he is home. He is older than he is now and is lying across a couch, wrapped up in someone so tight he almost can’t breathe and it’s wonderful.
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