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| Oliver and Cristian, A Bromance; What's a Guy to Do? | |
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| b32guy | Dec 24 2009, 01:23 AM Post #1 |
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Title: Oliver and Cristian, A Bromance SubTitle: What’s a Guy to Do? Author: StevenW Creation Date: 11.27.09 Rating: PG-13 Genre: M/M friendship Warnings: none Disclaimer: This author is in no way associated with "One Life To Live", ABC, or any actor. These fan fiction stories are not for profit. No copyright infringement is intended. Permission is granted to the rightful owners of this show and these characters to use all or any portion of this story as they see fit. No compensation is required, though a sly and clever nod or wink would be a thrill. Story Summary: Cris and Oliver bond during a rainy night. This story occurs a few days before Kyle was to marry Nick. Thus, Kyle and Oliver have not yet gotten back together and Cris and Layla have not gotten together. Author’s Note: Soaps never give me enough ‘friendship’ conversations. I guess because they don’t directly contribute to plot. They only build character personalities. This is especially true for male characters and since I have hardly seen Cris in two months, I wrote this. ====== Cris, Oliver, and Layla’s Apartment Cristian Vega opened the door to find silence and darkness, save the small light above the sink, which his roommates always left on for him. The thoughtful gesture produced a smile, as usual, though on this night the smile was somewhat weaker. His mood, on this night, reflected the light level in the room – it was dim. It was 2:30am. After locking the door, he shook some of the impossible to dodge rain from his jacket before hanging it in the awkwardly located closet. He then turned out the kitchen light and started to make his way down the hall to his room. The hallway was again illuminated by a nightlight, yet another accommodation of his schedule. Passing Oliver’s room, he noted the door open and the bed empty. A sense of panic washed over him. Could Oliver be back with Layla? He checked Layla’s door and was further crestfallen to find it shut, which was odd, because it was usually left open a crack so Aziza could run out and welcome the night owl home. The confused and forlorn eldest roommate wanted to open the shut door but did not want to violate the privacy of the room’s resident, risk waking her, or risk finding his other roommate once again in this particular bed. After a few moments of indecision and a half-assed shrug with appropriate sigh, he decided the best thing to do was just go to his own room and go to bed. Whatever Layla and Oliver were doing was between them. He need not be involved. They were both adults. He entered his room and was stunned to find someone sitting on his balcony in their communal swing. Cris studied the shadowy form and concluded it was Oliver. He was instantly and greatly relieved. His mood improved markedly. Oliver was not back with Layla. He deftly slid the glass door open and stepped onto the good size balcony, startling the young man who had apparently been sitting alone in the damp dark deep in contemplation. “Oliver. What are you doing? It’s raining out here.” Oliver straightened and readjusted the quilt around him. “Oh hey Cris! I’m just meditating. This is my favorite kind of night for doing such. A cold rain, not too hard but not too soft and very little wind, so the porch stays mostly dry. I used to sneak out and sit on the porch in Iowa on nights like this.” Cris remained skeptical. “But it’s still cold and rainy.” “That is kind of the point, Cris. It feels really good, especially under a cotton quilt.” Oliver held up an edge of the quilt covering him. The new arrival just scrunched up his face, not at all sold on the problem solving abilities of the ordinary appearing patchwork quilt. Oliver sighed. The fact that Cris didn’t know this about him or even understand it reminded him that he missed Kyle Lewis. The Kyle Lewis who would be marrying Nick Chavez in two days. The Kyle Lewis who really loved him, Officer Oliver Fish, former lover of sorts, KAD brother, and heart stomper. That Kyle Lewis, aka Flower in secret moments long past, would know why Oliver, aka Thumper to Kyle in those same secret moments, was doing this since Flower and Thumper had, in past days, shared several nights like this in various out of the way places on the campus of Llanview U. But Cristian Vega, a man with no secret name or memories, could not be expected to know. “But, I see your home and you probably want to go to bed, so I’ll leave.” Cris stopped him before he could rise by gripping the corner of the bench swing. “Relax buddy! I’m not tired. I’ll try this.” He sat on the empty part of the swing and tried to get comfortable. He suddenly snickered a bit. “What?” Oliver asked. Cris shook his head. “For a minute there when I got home and saw your room empty and Layla’s door shut, I panicked. I thought you were in Layla’s room again.” Though Oliver found it funny, he couldn’t bring himself to laugh. “I wouldn’t do that to either of you again.” Oliver looked at a distance tree, barely illuminated by an also distant parking lot light. “Obviously, I should have never done it in the first place.” “I know.” Cris soothed. Regretting now that he even mentioned it. “Besides it all worked out. We’re all friends now.” Cris was moved to pat Oliver’s shoulder. For a second Oliver relished the contact and even leaned into it, but then he had second thoughts and stiffened. “Layla isn’t even here. She’s gone to Maryland for the weekend. Didn’t you read the note?” Cris was startled. “She did? Note! I didn’t see a note.” “It’s on the kitchen counter. She took Aziza. She needed to get away.” “She could’ve told me. Verbally, I mean.” “That is probably my fault too. I may have screwed up your chance with Layla. I’m seriously sorry about that Cris.” The older man let his lassie-fair attitude shine through. “Oliver, if Layla and I are meant to be then we will be. Don’t sweat it.” Oliver found Cris’ brown eyes, which only look darker on this night in this light. “I don’t know. All I know is you welcomed me into your home and I knew how you felt about Layla and I knew that I never could feel that way about her and yet I continued pursuing and duping her. Not to mention lying to you and bitching at you when you found out my secret. And now, both you and her are so nice to me. By any measure I don’t deserve it.” Cris smiled. “Is this what you’re meditating on? Because if it is, I think you should stop. Doesn’t sound positive.” Cris paused, seeking some gesture of acknowledgement. He was finally rewarded with a weak nod. “As we see it you were lying to yourself more than us. It’s really okay Oliver. Please don’t sweat it.” Oliver found a reason to smile. “Layla is a fool if she doesn’t snap you up.” “Yeah well, we’ll see how that goes.” Cris shivered a bit. “Can I get some of that quilt?” Oliver’s face changed to panic. “What? Are you afraid to share your quilt with me? Your mother said something about you always talking about my muscles.” “Geeze. I didn’t always do it.” “I don’t get it. We’ve shared a bathroom for months. It’s never been a problem.” Oliver arched his mostly unseen brows. The man beside him was just too much, both physically and emotionally. But that was not the problem at the moment. “Well Cris, you’re some fine specimen of manhood all right, but I don’t want to freak you out. I’m only wearing underwear.” He briefly moved the quilt away to confirm his statement to Cris. “Good grief Oliver. Are you nuts? How are you not freezing? Just your underwear?” “It’s part of the experience Cris. But, I’m really not cold. I’ve got a fleece blanket underneath me, my socks on, and this nice cotton quilt. With the rain and the cold air it all makes for a wonderful sensory experience.” “It does, does it?” Cris was not at all certain. “Yeah, it does. Every now and then I lower the quilt and let the cold air embrace me and sometimes the moisture in the air sprays on my body, making me intensely cold. And then I snuggle down under my quilt and slowly warm up. It’s really all very nice.” “Okay then!” Cris says, suddenly standing. “I’ve got to try this. Either you are nuts or you are on to something. Make room. I’ll be right back.” Oliver immediately forgot his problems. Instead he watched as Cris ran into his room, stripped to his briefs and socks and ran back out, instantly shivering. “Well, come on, make room.” Cris ordered. “Under my quilt?” Oliver asked. “Well, I don’t have a cotton quilt and if that is an important factor then you’ll have to share. Besides it’s big enough for two.” Cris stared at his roommate. “Come on, I’m freezing here.” Oliver tentatively stood and handed Cris the quilt while he adjusted the fleece throw then he sat back down and motioned for Cris. Cris rushed over, sat close, and fanned the quilt over them both. Then, to Oliver’s surprise he was not shy in snuggling close. Oliver was still trying to convince his body that the warm male body beside him was just a friend when that superb body spoke. “Wow! You’re right. This feels really nice. I was freezing and now I’m warming. And the moisture in the air adds something entirely new.” The comment allowed the uptight and wounded young man to relax. “And the darkness is key too. It makes the world quieter.” Cris looked at Oliver. “You need a quieter world, don’t you?” Oliver confirmed with a nod that he did. “I’ll always have your back Oliver.” Under the quilt Cris patted Oliver’s thigh, causing his swing mate to jump. “What? I’m sorry. I forget certain gestures can mean something different to you. I was just being a friend.” “I know. It’s not that,” Oliver explained quickly. “Okay, maybe a little. It is just that I’m very vulnerable right now. I’m missing Kyle and realizing again that it is over. And Kyle is going to marry Nick. And I’m on suspension at work.” Oliver paused to roll his eyes. “And this feels so good. I think I’d better go back to my room.” Cris grabbed Oliver’s arm which prevented him from leaving their cocoon of camaraderie. “No. No running away. I think this feels good too. Great even. I see no reason friends can’t share a moment like this.” Oliver was embarrassed, glanced away, and muttered, “I can think of one.” Cris flashed brief puzzlement before figuring it out. “Oh that! Good Lord man, when I was your age I’d have problems like that when the wind changed directions. Sometimes still do. So don’t sweat that either. I’ll just be flattered.” “Cris.” Oliver pleaded. He hadn’t yet learned how ‘not to sweat’ things. “You know what,” Cris said, “I think it is time for some cold. Let’s drop quilt.” He then took the lead and dropped his side. Oliver was grateful for the diversion and dramatic temperature change and quickly drops his side too, just as the aforementioned wind blew some of that ice cold rain onto their exposed flesh. “Christ!” Cris screamed. “Change of plans! Change of plans. Back to warm! Lovely, good, precious, warm.” Oliver laughed as both men pulled the quilt back up to their necks and tucked it under their respective elbows. This time, when Cris snuggled close, which he did vociferously, Oliver snuggled back. And so it went for the next few minutes: silence, snuggling, and warmth of two types. “Cris?” Oliver broke the silence. “You’re Catholic, right?” The Vega-man smiled. “I know where you are going with this.” “But I’m curious.” The Fish-man responded. “Most organized religions denounce me. How can you not when you belong to one of those religions?” “You were brought up in one of those religions. Were you not? Have you lost your faith because your religion rejects you?” “No, certainly not.” The still-believing sandy blonde replied almost defensively. “I haven’t figured it all out yet, but I know enough to know there are other ways to interpret the Bible.” “Well Oliver,” Cris said with a bit of lark in his voice, “straight people can come to the same conclusions. Imagine.” Oliver nodded. “I guess it was a dumb question.” “There are no dumb questions between friends. And I’m trying to be your friend here, Oliver, in case that escapes you.” Oliver was silent but eventually managed to choke out a response. “I get that with one part of my brain but another part keeps saying I’m not worthy.” Cristian shrugged his broad quilt-clad shoulders, “Then you need a friend to help you with that last part. You are definitely worthy.” The younger troubled gay man was touched. “Thank you, Cris!” “No sweat. More cold.” And the quilt went down again. This time there was no rain, only the cold moist air, so they sat exposed longer. Growing accustomed to it. “You know Oliver,” Cris stated, as the quilt went back up. “I have needs too, in the friend department. This isn’t a one-way street.” “You do!” Oliver said, suddenly aware that he hadn’t really thought much about Cris or the quality of his life. “Why is that? I mean a great guy like you. Surely you have friends.” “My brother is my best friend and I guess now my only male friend. And he is gone. I’ve had others before but I seem to always focus on the women in my life. I think it stems from my childhood.” “Why is that?” “Well, you know my dad died when I was really young and that left just Mom and me and Antonio. We sort of clung to each other. But there was a gang problem in the neighborhood then and Antonio quickly got into trouble with that and ended up going to prison and that left Mamá and me. I was much smaller then and she became very protective of me. Watched me like a hawk. I tried to make friends but very few guys in the neighborhood passed her tests – whatever those were. Anyway to make a long story short, I spent a lot of time with her, learning her interests. And then when she found out I was artistically inclined she really fostered that interests. It kept me safe since it was mostly a solitary activity.” Oliver laughed a bit. “What?” Cris asked even though he was certain he knew the cause already. “Don’t take offense, but according to some self-proclaimed religious experts, you should be gay.” Cris laughed. “Yeah, probably. But you and I both know it doesn’t work that way. I love my Mamá, she was my salvation. And probably, I, hers. And the church. For her, I mean. The structure, the belonging, the supportive friendships and activities.” “Then how come she was so relieved when she thought you were gay?” Cris laughed again. “Now that was a bit unnerving. Not that she would think me gay, just the knowledge that she had been thinking about why my life was such a mess.” “I get that. What our parents think about us is always important, even when… Well, just even when.” The hand again patted the nearby thigh. Cris couldn’t help it. He was just made to offer comfort and to him that was comfort. Oliver’s jump this time was much slighter. He was getting the meaning of the gesture. “Anyway, you asked about my Mom. We haven’t really talked about her relationship with the church but if I was guessing, I’d say life has a way of coloring your beliefs sometimes more than the edicts of your religion. Both Antonio and I have done things that made Mamá stretch her beliefs in order to love and support us. And then she worked for Dorian Lord for a number of years, and you don’t know Dorian well, but believe me, she has a way of altering reality and any belief system.” “True. I’ve already noticed that much.” “And, if I had to admit it, and though Mamá has never talked about it – she won’t actually. I’m not certain my father was a saint. I wouldn’t be surprised if I one day learned he had done some questionable things. But, I’m not going to bring it up. My Mamá is in a good place now and I’m not going to mess it up.” Oliver nodded, and then snickered. “What?” “Well, I just had a crazy thought, that’s all.” “So share.” “No, I’d better not.” Cris adjusted his position to better look at Oliver’s dimly light face. “You know, you aren’t very good with sharing. I’m pouring my heart out here. You need to meet me halfway.” Oliver tried to hold Cris’ gaze, but couldn’t. He looked away. “Again, I know that. But you need to know, sharing doesn’t come easy to a man that has been hiding most of himself for so long.” “I don’t know how to make it any easier for you. I’ve already told you I think it would be nice to have a guy friend.” On that, Oliver found Cris’ dark and probing eyes. “Even a gay guy friend?” Cris widened those eyes, allowing just a bit more light in, which only made them more auspicious. “If you don’t mind having a straight one.” Olive laughed. “I don’t mind.” “Good, then it’s settled. We are both worthy of having a great friend and we are both that to each other. Got it?” “Got it.” “Good.” Cris stated. “So where were we? Oh yeah, you had a thought.” Oliver pulled away a bit. “Okay, now don’t get mad, but it occurred to me while you were talking that I’m not with Kyle and you’re not with Layla so maybe we should pretend to be together to make your mother happy. You know, since she was so relieved when you were gay. Or almost gay. Or… Oh never mind. I told you it was lame.” “Hmmm!” The older man moaned. “I wouldn’t do that for my mother, well, maybe. It might be a funny one-time joke.” “Yeah. It sounded funnier in my head.” “It is funny. I mean, it could be. I’m wondering though, what Layla would say?” “Or Kyle?” “That could be interesting all around. We may have to think about that and pull a Lucy/Ethel.” “A what?” “Lucy Riccardo from the I Love Lucy show. Lucille Ball. Vivian Vance. Surely you’ve seen that show.” “Not so much.” “Man, I’m feeling old. Anyway Lucy always hatched these crazy schemes and would drag Ethel into them. They were funny as hell, but always backfired. So, maybe it’s not such a good idea.” “Then I guess we’ll just have to move on.” Oliver surmised before instigating another round of cold air and icy drizzle. “So,” Cris began after reestablishing the warm cocoon, “do you want to know my problem?” “You mean besides Layla.” “Yes, besides that. It’s my career. I’m nearly thirty-three and I don’t have one. You are eight years my junior and you are a cop. Kyle is almost a doctor. And I’m a no talent artist and half-assed bartender.” Oliver widened his brilliant green eyes. “Whew! What to say. What to say. Let’s say you’re a great, yet undiscovered artist, which I happen to totally believe by the way. And being a bartender is a good job. Totally respectable.” “I’ll buy those points, especially the first one. And you are right, being a bartender can be a very good job in a major city at a really classy establishment. But in Llanview at Capricorn, it is just not quite career material.” “Does Blair know you don’t think much of her establishment?” “Blair is always busy with Todd this and Todd that. I practically run the place, and Buenos Dias too.” “So then you’re a restaurateur. That is respectable. Not to mention a highly marketable skill.” Cris smiled. “An excellent point. One I hadn’t thought of as I wallowed in my self-pity. Thank you, friend.” Oliver puffs out his quilted chest. “You’re welcome. I know about pity parties. I feel like I’m perpetually stuck in one.” “Then it’s time to get unstuck and we do that with…” “More cold.” They both screamed as they exchanged joyous gazes. The quilt dropped, the wind came up and brought fresh drizzle, and the quilt quickly returned. The two new friends snuggled their closest yet. “Holy crap! That was cold.” “And wet!” “But I have to admit, even though my calves are freezing, this does feel really nice. I’m going to have to capture this feeling in a painting. In fact, I’m really going to focus on my painting. I want to try and make it. I’m tired of being poor.” “Yeah, when the blanket is the other way your calves don’t get cold. And as for your painting, it’s a tough economy right now, but I’m certain you have the talent.” “You’re just buttering me up.” “Well, you deserve a little buttering.” Cris laughed from the gut, “Whoa ho! Is that a gay joke?” Oliver laughed too. “No. I was referring to you constantly stroking my ego and that it was high time I stroked yours.” More laughter from Cris. “Oh crap! That just makes it sound worse. You know what I mean.” Cris calmed. “Yeah, I know. And I appreciate it.” “As do I.” The next few minutes were spent in silence. Both men were now fully enjoying this bonding time. “Cris, can I ask you another question.” “I don’t see why not. That is what friends do.” “Maybe. Although a large part of me says we should be playing hoops, instead of cuddling here in the dark.” “Don’t be crazy. Who plays hoops in the dark? Not to mention the rain.” Oliver laughed. “So what was your question?” “Oh, ah, I, ah.. well, never mind.” “Ask!” “I was just wondering if you’d ever messed around with a guy?” “Why? Is your problem back?” Oliver laughed. “No. Just curious. That’s all.” “Oh.” Cris replied. “No never have. Imagine, my age, and never been kissed by a man.” He batted his eyes and made a dopey grin. Oliver was a bit taken aback. “Do you want to be?” “I don’t know. I’ve never really thought about it. Certainly not by just any man.” “Oh.” “This is nice. This closeness with you. I suppose if I was going to kiss a guy it would have to be a moment like this and somebody like you.” Oliver rolled his eyes again and asked sarcastically, “Now who is buttering who?” Cris laughed. It is a confident laugh. “No. I’m just saying being close to people I care about doesn’t scare me. And I think it terrifies you.” “But Cris, if I embrace this closeness, it is going to turn to sexual thoughts. I can’t help it. I’ve been in a drought for the kind of sexual satisfaction I desire and you fit the bill, pretty darn well. And I’m not just talking about your body.” “If that is where it leads then so be it. You know I’ve been in a drought myself.” “But you don’t desire what I have to offer.” “Maybe not physically, but Oliver, I’ll tell you a secret, mentally, I find you one of the most desirable people I’ve ever know. I love being with you.” With wide eyes glaring disbelief Oliver asked, “Seriously?” “Yes Oliver,” Cris assured, with his own narrowed secure eyes. Oliver continued. “Wow! Thank you. Me too! But that is the problem. You really want Layla and I really want Kyle. I can’t have Kyle but you can still have Layla.” “Layla is not here. And besides, she has made her intentions perfectly clear. She has sworn off men and last I checked I’m a man.” Oliver nodded vigorously with the widest eyes of the night. “Oh yeah!” Cris laughed. “Maybe I should stop working out. I don’t want to strain our friendship.” “I.. Ah.. Don’t..” “Relax Oliver, I’m kidding. As for Layla, she has made her intentions crystal clear. She might like me but she will never act on it because Evangeline might wake up and might have a thing for me again. But there are no guarantees there. None at all. Life rarely gives them. Layla and I had many chances over the years and we’ve never connected. I don’t think it was meant to be.” “So you have given up on Layla?” “For the moment.” Oliver abruptly changed the subject. “I think I’m finished out here. I should go to bed now. Besides you must be tired.” Oliver stood and started tugging the quilt toward him. Cris was more than happy to agree. “Good idea. My bed is much warmer. And I’m ready for some real warmth.” He ran in and turned down the covers of his bed and climbed in. He then patted the empty side. “Come on. Let’s have a sleep over. Bring your quilt, if you want.” Oliver looked at the floor and then Cris and then the door. “I think I should go to my own room.” “Bummer! I thought we could share. I rather liked that warmth.” “Cris, how can I say this?” “Just say it.” And so the becoming-less-timid-young-gay-man does. “If I climb into your bed, I’m going to come to life. And if we don’t embrace that life, I’m going to be one frustrated man. If you get my drift.” Cris climbed back out of bed. “I don’t care if your soldier is at attention while we snuggle. Makes no difference to me at all.” “That’s the problem. It makes a huge difference to me.” Cris understood the problem. “Oh, I guess I get that. We are here alone having some sort of moment. We need to find out what that is. Kiss me Oliver Fish. Kiss me like you mean it.” Oliver looked at his roommate as if he’d gone nuts or hit the lottery – he wasn’t really sure. “Seriously?” The man-with-the-plan was unphased. “Yeah! I’m totally serious.” Oliver Fish started to pull Cristian Vega close and then stopped. Tried again but failed. “I can’t. If it doesn’t work we ruin our friendship. I don’t want to do that.” Cris grabbed the hesitant man by the shoulders and forced an eye lock. “But if it does work then you and I will be starting the best times of our lives thus far. You can’t be scared to try for that.” “But I am. I don’t want to lose your friendship. I couldn’t stand you not being able to look at me in the morning. Or not talking to me during the day. This is a good relationship and I won’t toss it away over a stupid urge.” “Look buddy. Romantic life is all about urges. Everybody has them and most everybody acts on them. Sometimes they flourish for a lifetime, sometimes a season, sometimes sporadically for a time, and sometimes they last only a moment. But while they last, they are so worth it. Don’t you think so? Think of Kyle.” “I am thinking of Kyle.” Oliver answered as both quilt and blanket fell from his yielding hands. “And if you could give me even half of that it would be well worth it. I’d be in your bed in a minute. But on the other side sometimes giving in to those urges sparks an ugly mess that ruins lives. Don’t you understand that I don’t want to ruin anything else with you or Layla. I value you both too much.” Cris shook his head. He got that sentiment and was touched. “You won’t ruin anything. I’m a big boy. If anything, kissing will provide answers. So come on, give me your best kiss and we’ll take it from there.” Oliver sucked in some air as he pondered the matter. Cris had made some good points. And Lord knows the young gay man wanted to kiss him. But should he? He was convinced he should not. “Oh for God’s sake!” Cris finally shouted, just before he moved one hand to the small of Oliver’s back, and the other, behind the nape of his neck, and then using his beautiful glossy dark brown eyes, guided their souls together while their lips found their own path. Once there, they stayed, and stayed, and stayed, until they started to stray gently left and then gently right. Then the pace picked up. Oliver’s hand’s found themselves on Cris’ pecs and gluts, pulling, pinching, and kneading, as they moved about. Lips took a quick break to wet themselves and then devoured the other man’s mouth again. Tongues darted daringly into the dark and damp cavities that their guardian mouths had exposed. Fingers moved to ears lobes, touching, pulling, and flicking, feverishly. Other fingers found the hair on the head tops and began mindlessly tugging and splaying the chestnut brown curls and the sandy blonde strands. And finally, groins were pressed into thighs and hands and butt cheeks and other groins. Until it all stopped suddenly when Cris pulled back. “Well, I think you have your answer.” Oliver gave him a confident reply. “Yep, nothing there.” “Nothing at all.” Cris confirmed. “Now, can we go to bed?” Both sets of eyes wondered to the empty and inviting bed, assessing it slowly as if it might reveal any other possible problems, as yet unthought-of. It did not. Finally, the eldest of the new friends moved to the right side, slipped out of his underwear, found Oliver’s eyes, and said, “Oh yeah, I sleep in the nude.” “That’s it! I’m going to my room.” The youngest new friend said. “I’ll see you in the morning.” “Sweet dreams!” Cris yelled playfully. “Definitely!” Oliver Fish muttered. |
| AzureHorizon | Dec 24 2009, 01:34 AM Post #2 |
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Kish Fic Laureate
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This was the most homoerotic Cristian/Oliver take I have ever seen and now I have naughty images of those two messing around before Kyle dumped Nick. oh lord I need a shower =[ |
| appleridge | Dec 24 2009, 08:54 AM Post #3 |
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That was awesome |
| Popey | Dec 24 2009, 10:17 AM Post #4 |
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Nothing ever stays. Everything dies eventually.
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My mind is racing. Good job!!!!! *"I wanna bad things with/to you" is humming over and over now* |
| lloydletta | Dec 24 2009, 10:18 AM Post #5 |
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What a nice christmas present. |
| chipping | Dec 24 2009, 12:33 PM Post #6 |
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Hugh G. Rection
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That was hotter than 99% of what we've been getting lately from another Oliver and C(h)ristian pairing I could mention. *cough*VL*cough* I especially liked the idea of Kyle and Oliver doing that whole sitting-under-the-quilt-in-their-underwear-in-the-cold-damp-dark thing in college. Nice job! |
| maskbear57 | Dec 24 2009, 08:45 PM Post #7 |
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That's what a Bromance should be....that was awesomely great!!! Loved it.... :excellent: |
| ForeverBossy26 | Dec 25 2009, 02:10 AM Post #8 |
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I so want this to happen, a Oliver/Cris bromance is HOTT in your world and will be also in my dreams tonight. Great job, now I won't more like these :grin: |
| b32guy | Dec 25 2009, 06:54 AM Post #9 |
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I love it long and wavy!
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What can I say? I have a thing for Cris and Oliver. But then I also have a thing for Kyle, David, Marko, Cole, Rex, etc. etc. etc.. :LMAO: At any rate - A most happy and safe holiday to everyone! :twirl: Peace and Love, Steven |
| kyboom | Dec 25 2009, 08:01 AM Post #10 |
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Michael
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I loved this. Cris and Oliver are awesome together! I too wish the show would show more male friendships! Awesome job! |
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