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Chapter 18.
"His wicked sense of humor Suggests exciting sex" -Björk
`What the hell is taking him so long?' Olivia was sitting near the bottom of the sturdy ladder; on a flowerbox that contained an array of brightly pigmented blooms. After sending her first text, she imagined Christian would emerge from Olli's room, quickly descend the ladder and then regale her with his tale of the "close call".
She waited for a couple minutes; looking expectantly up at the open window and tapping her right foot against the solid ground. She was more than a little upset when she saw the window suddenly being shut tight. Olivia stood up and fished through her small, black purse that dangled from her left shoulder and rested snugly against her right hip. Finding her phone quickly, she immediately texted Christian again.
[What's going on? Answer me!]
For the second time, she received no reply. `What if they got caught and Aunt Henriette called the police or something?' The idea was intriguing to the girl and she raised an interested eyebrow at the sinfully delicious thought. Olivia took some curious steps, looked toward the front of the house and waited for the cops to arrive. The cool night air was void of sirens blaring and yelling men in uniform; in fact, it carried no sounds at all.
After a while, Olivia gave up looking for the fuzz and wondered around a little garden area; all the while worrying about the many possibilities, the situation in the room held. Olivia's thoughts grew dark and more sinister, as time ticked by. Her brain betrayed her with strange ideas that were becoming grim; almost unthinkable. `Would she? No, that's completely crazy.' She imagined her aunt attacking her cousin and his boyfriend in a psychotic rage:
`Oliver's precious face was filled with terror as he held his heart in pain. There was warm blood spilling out from under his hand. The shiny silver of a blade appeared from its hiding place, deep within his chest cavity. He slumped over, his questioning eyes, leaving salty stains on the grayish carpet. He could hold on no longer. There was no time for goodbyes. No time for life. Oliver's shallow breathing stopped, leaving his body ready for the inevitable colorless cold. Henriette was standing over him, holding the murderous dagger and laughing madly. Her attention quickly turned to a distraught Christian; who was now huddled in the corner of the room, weeping for his loss. He didn't try to stop her when she mixed Olli's blood with his, by slicing into Christian's torso repeatedly. The physical pain that he endured was no match for the emotional. Christian lay his head to the floor and allowed the darkness to take over. The last thing he saw, were Olli's lifeless eyes. The orbs that had once glowed a bright green were now the color of death. Once Henriette was sure both bodies would never move again, she cleaned the knife off with her hand and began to stare at the hot sticky mess it had left on her wicked skin. She wiggled her bony fingers playfully; the red digits seemed to dance in the moonlight. Henriette then unlatched the window, leaving a crimson handprint behind and without giving it a second thought, leapt to her death. Her insides splattered onto the ground below.'Olivia unsuccessfully tried to shake the horrid thoughts out of her morbid head as she franticly texted Christian again. Her fingers wobbled and she was almost unable to press the correct buttons. `There, god damnit!' The text was on its way. Olivia felt an unfamiliar warmness on her face, and as she touched her fingers to her cheek, she realized that she was crying.
[Please answer me so I know u r ok! & tell Olli I love him.]
Olli was feverishly ripping off Christian's inconveniently layered clothing, as they stumbled toward the moonlit bed. Christian let out a little laugh when he almost fell over, while trying to kick off his shoes. Olli grounded the taller boy, by steadily holding onto his hips. "I've got you." Olli's voice was low and breathy.
Christian thought Olli's statement sounded incredibly sexy and he boldly let his hands explore Olli's lower half. Olli's mouth fell open and he panted at the touch. Christian saw Olli's open mouth as a welcome invitation for his tongue and he kissed Olli's noises away. The inexperienced boys wondered what they were doing as they held each other close and glanced down at Olli's bed.
Now only in boxers, Christian pushed Olli onto his back; a soft pillow cushioned his head. Olli's eyes sparkled in anticipation. Christian's body landed on top of Olli's and their teeth clinked together as their mouths collided with an uncontrollable need. Olli pressed his hands onto Christian's lower back, so that there was no air between their bodies and they both squirmed at the delightful friction.
Christian abruptly took his kisses away from Olli, when he heard a knock at the door. "Oliver, may I come in to tidy up?" Justus' voice carried through the wood of the door; startling them, but not breaking the mood. "Tell him to come back later." Christian groaned, as he tried not to hump Olli's thigh.
Olli was still blown away by how wonderful he felt and he almost agreed to Christian's wants, until real world issues popped into his mind. Olli looked up at Christian's desperate eagerness and painfully decided he would have to be the stronger person.
"We shouldn't be doing this here anyway. My mom could walk in anytime." "We don't have to do that. I just want hold you a little, that's all." Christian held Olli to prove his point. "I don't think that holding each other, was all we were about to do just now." "That's all I was going to do." Christian teased and then started to friskily lick and bite at Olli's neck. Olli quivered and reached up to feel the warm skin of Christian's chest and the heart that was beating rapidly, because of him.
There was another knock at the door; this one, a little louder than the first. "Oliver, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I have orders to come in and clean!" Christian groaned a second time at the sound of Justus' cheerfully persistent voice. He took his mouth off of Olli's neck to whisper into his ear. The warm air made Olli tingle.
"Should I hide again?" "That would probably be a good idea." There was regret in Olli's hushed answer; he really didn't want Christian to get off of him. "Ok, but just to warn you, I can't be responsible for my actions once I'm left alone with your jacket."
Christian rolled off of Olli and slid out of the bed. The boys eyed the evidence of arousal in each other's bodies. Christian pretended to pretend to be embarrassed, by covering up his visible excitement with his hands and making a face. Olli laughed and crawled on his knees, toward the foot of the bed. He grabbed Christian's arm, pulled him close and kissed him lusciously before slapping his ass and sending him on his way.
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