Spending New Years Chapter 2
#2 of Spending New Years
Author's note: Okay, here's chapter 2! Any comments or advice is greatly appreciated, i'm still working on where i want this story to end. And, of course, the story and characters are mine, Facebook and other stuff isn't. x3
In a moonlit room, sitting on a bed in front of Oliver, was a black Maine Coon. "Aran, I..." was all Oliver could say before his paw was tugged on; pulling him on top of the other into a deep, slow kiss. Oliver moaned quietly into the kiss, feeling Aran's paws run down his spine and to the waistband of his boxers. Oliver reached behind himself to grab hold of the paws that were straining to remove his shorts.
"But," Aran protested, "I've wanted you so badly."
"I don't really know you yet. I'm not okay just giving myself to you like thi-IIIIsss.... " was the angora's reply, cut short by the feeling of the darker cat's teeth on his neck.
"I want you, Oliver. I've wanted you since the day I first laid eyes on you."
"But you hardly know me."
"I want to, though. I want to.........Oliver, Happy New Year's Eve!"
"Mom..." Oliver grumbled into his pillow. "I was having a good dream."
"About what?"
"Nothing."
"Well then, get dressed; you have a whole day and night of more nothing ahead of you." Alyssa flashed a smile at her son before turning to walk back downstairs to the kitchen.
Oliver desperately tried to drift back to sleep, to catch the end of whatever Aran intended to say to him, but to no avail. Growling in frustration, he threw the covers off and walked to his dresser to find his clothes for the day, not pausing at his window to gaze at the beauty outside.
After the day's chores had been completed, Oliver sat in his room, reading a book he'd read a thousand times to try and make eight o'clock come just a bit faster. Time dragged on endlessly, eight arriving at what seemed like ten. Oliver took a shower, threw on his good clothes, and followed Olivia out the door, ready for the night to begin.
After a fifteen minute drive into the suburbs, the twins finally stepped out of the Impala and onto the cement. Olivia looked gorgeous as usual, wearing a knee-length blood red dress with a pair of matching heels and a pair of gold hoop earrings. Oliver was dressed more casually, wearing black dress pants and a black t-shirt with a white tribal pattern on it; the colors of the print making the shirt look as though his fur was showing through it.
Oliver was amused by the reactions he got from some people when they saw his fur. It had a rather odd silvery sheen to it, making some people stop and do a double take. Though he hated all the attention, it was fun to watch other people make fools of themselves in public.
"It looks like the party's already started." Olivia noted as they walked past several cars on the way to the Strong residence.
"But it's only 8:30. Why is everyone here already? "
"Why are WE here already? To party, of course!" Olivia turned around and with her almost unnatural feline grace walked the rest of the way to the door, opening it and stepping inside, leaving Oliver alone.
Oliver shuffled his way to the door, the music audible from the outside. He hesitated at the door, trying not to think about the boy who surely awaited him on the other side. Slowly, he reached forward to turn the doorknob, pulling back in shock as it turned as if on its own to reveal Aran, a cheeky grin plastered on his dark muzzle. "Welcome to the party, Oliver." Oliver's cheeks flushed as his crush said his name. "Hi, Aran."
"Well, don't just stand in the cold; come on in, the party really is getting pumped up for new years." Aran grabbed Oliver's hand, making Oliver's face go pure crimson, and pulled him inside. Inside, the house was semi-filled; several furs Oliver recognized from high school, many more must have been from around the city because every other person was a stranger to him. Oliver spotted his twin engaged near the fireplace with a couple of girls from their grade; one of them was named Cindy, the other he knew but couldn't place her name.
After shutting the door behind him Aran led Oliver to the food, something that he really didn't need yet, but was apparently all over Aran's mind. He loaded a plate with three burgers and some macaroni and cheese. Then he grabbed another plate and dedicated it entirely to multiple kinds of chips.
"Grab a chair, Oliver. Let's talk about break." Aran pointed to a nearby table in the living room, sitting down and looking pointedly at Oliver to take a seat across from him. Oliver sat down warily, this being the first he'd really spoken to Aran in, well, ever, actually. He wondered why the dark cat had a sudden desire to know about how he was doing, and for that matter, how he even remembered his name in the first place. Oliver was really glad for the table blocking Aran's vision. He was having a bit of a 'problem' that he didn't really want become apparent; it could ruin his only chance to talk to his crush for the entire night.
"So, how have you been?" Aran said in between bites of cheeseburger.
"Alright, it's kinda boring at my house. I have the T.V. and my computer. And my books, of course."
"Well, why didn't you send me a message? You should have come over here one of the days we were all playing games." Aran tilted his head, ears perked forward and listening intently for an answer.
"Well, I don't really know any way for me to contact you, and I don't really know the people you hang out with; or you, for that matter." Oliver slumped in his chair. How could Aran possibly think that he was going to contact him when he'd never really even talked to him? Unless he was just that deluded.
"Well, add me on Facebook. It's just my name, nothing out of the ordinary. My picture is of a tree, if that helps."
"Alright, I will." Oliver was seriously confused. Aran was acting like he suddenly wanted to be his best friend, and was he glancing up at Oliver over his food and glass like he was afraid Oliver would get up and leave. "Why are you talking to me so much all of a sudden? This is the most we've ever spoken."
"Because I'd seen you before in the hallways and in class, and quite a few times you were staring at me." Oliver flushed again. 'He'd seen me?' Aran spoke again; "I thought you always wanted to talk to me, and were just too shy to say anything."
Oliver wasn't looking up anymore; he was too scared to say anything else, and was afraid he'd start crying if he even looked at Aran. He was scared of revealing that he loved Aran, or that he had wanted the dark cat to hold him in his arms for over two years.
"Dude, you okay?" Aran waved a black paw in front of Oliver's face, finally grabbing his chin and pulling it up, staring at him with concern in his hazel eyes. "Are you going to be alright?"
"Yeah, I'll be alright. I'm just a little tired." Oliver lied, hoping Aran couldn't feel how warm his face was getting or see how close he was to crying.
"Well, alright, but I'd feel better if you took a nap, then. No sense in trying to stay up until midnight if you're just going to fall asleep ten minutes prior." Aran stood up, leaving his half-finished food sitting on the table. "Follow me."
Oliver stood up; his paws were shaking so violently he had to shove them in his pockets to avoid drawing attention. He caught a glimpse of Aran's tail going around the corner to the hallway and followed quickly, nervous as he'd been in his life.
Aran turned another corner and followed a set of stairs to a landing on the other side of the house from the party. There were three doors here; one was open and clearly led to a bathroom, another was a sliding door, potentially to a closet or something like that. The third door Aran opened, ushering Oliver inside.
Oliver froze at the entrance. This was the bedroom he had seen in his dream the night before. The one where he was on Aran's lap, being held in the maine coon's strong arms. Aran gripped Oliver's paw in his own and led him to the bed, "Now, just take a nap for a while, okay? I'll come get you at around eleven if you aren't back by then. Wouldn't want you to miss the New Year." Aran smiled, his hazel eyes almost completely green, and playfully shining. Oliver nodded, too stunned to speak, and laid down on the bed, resting his head on the pillow as he watched Aran walk out and close the door. "Hope I don't mess this up." Aran whispered to no one but himself as he walked back towards the party.
Oliver twisted, turned, and stretched, but simply could not find a place he could lay comfortably on the bed. It may have had to do with the fact that he was laying in his crushes bed and was simply expected to fall asleep. The bed smelled exactly like him; the soft cologne he always wore a small accent to the smell of his body. Oliver noticed himself being shaken slightly, and someone calling his name, but could not determine their source until he opened his eyes.
He really HAD fallen asleep, and was just so comfortable he began to dream about where he was instead of where he could be. In the now darkened room, He could barely make out Aran's figure standing above him on the bed.
"Wake up, goofball."
"Huh?" Was the only reply Oliver ever seemed to be able to come up with anymore.
"It's Eleven. Come on, we need to get back to the party." Aran turned and started for the door.
"Aran, wait."
"Yes?" Aran stopped, turning slightly, hoping desperately to hear something, anything that would tell him of Oliver's feelings for him.
"Why did you do this, for me? Let me sleep in your bed, and all that."
"Because..." Aran hesitated, unsure whether he wanted to speed this conversation along. "Because, I like you, Oliver. You're a pretty cool guy."
Oliver's heart skipped a few beats. "You...like me? As in, you have feelings for me?"
Aran sank slightly, the tone in Oliver's voice not lending itself to the tone he had hoped for. "Yes. I like you, Oliver. I've had feelings for you for quite some time now." Aran moved back to the bed, kneeling to look into Oliver's crystal blue eyes. "And I want to know whether you have feelings for me too."
Oliver's heart seemed stuck in his throat, tears welling up as he pinched himself to make sure that none of this was a dream. "Aran...I think I love you. I've felt this way since I met you back in freshman year."
There was a pause. Neither of the two felines was entirely sure of what to do here. Aran snapped his head up to look straight at Oliver, gripped his paw tightly, and pulled him close, stopping just short of the other's muzzle. Instead, he reached out with his tongue and licked Oliver's nose. Oliver stopped. Was this an invitation to, kiss him? He hesitated for a second longer, and then pressed his lips to Aran's, kissing him slowly and gently, hopefully not messing it up on the first try.
Aran smiled, kissing Oliver back with passion, his tongue silently seeking entrance into Oliver's mouth. Oliver had no intentions of giving that up too easily though. He gripped Aran's collar and pulled him onto the bed with him. Lying down alongside Aran, he wrapped an arm around his neck to pull him closer.
The two cats murred happily, nuzzling and kissing each other, excited to have finally found love in someone else's heart. They continued like this for a long while, only slowing down their passion for soft, warm cuddles in each other's arms. Their contentment was broken on the sound of chanting from downstairs. "Eleven...ten...nine..."
"Shit! We have to get back down there!" Aran nearly shouted.
"Good thing we're fully clothed still."
"Umm, right. Let's go." Aran blushed at the thought of seeing Oliver naked, and jumped off of the bed; dragging Oliver with him, straightening his shirt as the countdown continued ominously. "Seven...six...five..." The pair finally reached the living room where everyone was crowded, just as everyone shouted; "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"
Everyone continued to dance as the party continued past midnight, a few furs leaving now that the main event was over. Oliver found his sister and got ready to leave, Aran stopping him just before leaving.
"Oliver, umm... you know you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. I understand if all of this was too- mph!" Oliver kissed him, silencing him before he could say anything else. "I really think I love you, Aran. We'll just have to see where this whole thing goes. You know though, I hear that the person you're with when the clock strikes midnight on New Year's Eve is the person you're meant to spend the rest of the year with." Aran smiled at that, leaning in to kiss Oliver softly on the lips as he departed.
"Goodbye, Oliver. I'll see you in school next week."
"Let's hope so."