Hours later, Noah was sat on one of the blue couches in the living room, while Oscar laid back so that his head rested on the other boy's lap. Noah's legs rested on the coffee table in front of them, which also had a now-empty Whataburger bag sitting on it.

Noah's fingers were entangled in Oscar's hair, and they sat watching a documentary about rock bands in the '70s. The narrator continuously spouted fact-after-fact in their monotone voice, and Noah soon became disinterested.

"Led Zeppelin were an English band formed in London in 1968. The group consisted of..."

Noah had stopped paying attention, and looked down lovingly at the boy on his lap, sweeping his fingers through his curly locks. This made Oscar look away from the screen and up at Noah.

"Hey..."

Noah leaned forward and kissed his lips. Oscar let out a small sigh as Noah's other hand found it's way under the hem of his shirt, and began exploring his soft skin. He opened his mouth slightly and the Noah's tongue slipped inside.

Oscar let out another small whimper, when suddenly he heard the jiggle of keys and a doorknob turning. Noah broke the kiss with a sigh and looked towards the front door just in time to see his parents, followed by his brother, walking in.

Oscar immediately shot up off of Noah's lap and sat beside him, trying to look as casual as possible.

"Hey guys..." Noah said, sounding slightly disappointed.

Noah's mom Jessie began, "Hey, boys. You didn't tell us Oscar was coming over."

Noah's eyes widened, "Oh, I didn't? Must've slipped my mind, sorry..."

"...but that's fine with us! Right, Aaron?" Jessie continued, looking over at the man who had walked in with her.

He was a tall man with a large build, and short blond hair, not unlike Noah's. He was dressed in a full police uniform, complete with a gun secured to his side in it's holster.

The man walked over to the couch and stood in front of the boys, not answering Jessie's question. "You're Oscar?" He said, pointing at the small brunette boy.

Oscar, visibly nervous, choked out, "Yes... sir."

After a moment of silence, Aaron chuckled, "Ha ha, sorry. I had to." A smile broke onto his face and he stuck out his hand for Oscar to shake. "Jess told me about you. I'm Aaron. Nice to finally meet you!"

Oscar let out a nervous laugh and shook Aaron's hand. "Oh...ha ha."

Noah broke in sarcastically, "Wow, Dad, that was so funny."

"Son, you know I love scaring them. I just couldn't help myself," Aaron answered.

The older boy that walked in behind Jessie and Aaron, Noah's brother, sat himself on the couch next to Oscar.

"Yeah Dad, it was really funny when you scared off the first girl I ever brought home. That was hilarious," the boy joked.

He then turned stuck out his hand to meet Oscar's, "Hey, I'm Nathan," he said.

Oscar returned the handshake, "Hey. Oscar," he said, warmly.

Jessie began again, "So Oscar, are you staying over tonight?"

Oscar was about to answer, but hesitated and looked at Noah. Noah took the opportunity to answer for him. "Yeah, he is. I mean, if that's okay?"

"Of course that's fine, honey. Did you guys already eat or should I make dinner?"

"We already ate," Noah said, gesturing toward the Whataburger bag.

"Okay, so what are you guys going to do tonight?" Jessie asked.

"Probably just play video games," Noah said.

Aaron started talking again, now from his seated position at the kitchen counter, "So Oscar, do you know where you're going to college yet? Have any idea what you're going to study?"

Oscar said, "Uh, I'm going to Brown. I don't really know what for, yet."

"Brown? Didn't you apply there, Noah?" Aaron asked.

Noah sighed loudly. "Dad, stop interrogating Oscar." He grabbed the his boyfriend's hand and pulled him off the couch. "Let's go play COD."

"Uh, okay," Oscar said, slightly relieved. He followed closely behind Noah and up the stairs to his bedroom. Noah quietly closed the door behind them and loudly exhaled when they were finally alone.

"Sorry, my Dad's kinda intense..." he said, nervously.

Before he had a second to think, Oscar roughly grabbed the sides of Noah's face and crashed their lips together, pushing him against the door behind them. It took Noah a second to register what was happening, but soon the blond started kissing him back. Noah's tongue roamed Oscar's mouth, and his hands grappled at his sides.

Oscar broke the kiss and said, "Your family is great," before resuming.

Noah placed his hands on Oscar's wrists and pulled their lips apart. "You think so?" He asked, looking into Oscar's soft green eyes.

Oscar smirked, "Definitely."

Noah pulled him back into the kiss, and the pair started making their way to his bed. He pushed Oscar down onto the soft mattress and pushed his hand under the other boy's shirt.

After a moment Oscar broke the kiss with a soft gasp, and rolled so that he was now on top Noah. Oscar's fingers crept down to the waistband of his jeans. He felt the cold metal of Noah's zipper between his fingers and let out a low growl from his throat.

The blond boy was on fire under his touch. He felt his stomach tightening, and painfully tore himself away from Oscar's lips.

He locked his fingers in Oscar's, which were hovering dangerously low. "Not tonight, Os. My parents..." he said.

Oscar sighed heavily, "Yeah, I know. Sorry..."

Noah daintily grasped the other boy's chin, locking eyes with him. "No, I want to. I'm just not too keen on Captain College down there walking in on us," he laughed, "We can do other stuff though..." he continued.

With this, he sealed the space between their mouths once more. Oscar rolled again, now putting himself on the bottom, and in doing so he quickly pulled off Noah's shirt, and then his own.

Noah's hands caressed the thin body of the boy below him, discovering the places that made him shiver the most.

Oscar's hands now traveled behind Noah and into his jeans pockets. He gave the blond boy's bottom a playful smack, teasing, "It'd be a shame not to savor all this."

He pushed his hands further into his pockets, causing Noah's hips to grind against his own.

Noah let out a throaty moan, quickly followed by a quiet, "Oh shit."

Oscar slowed for a minute and watched the door to make sure no one tried to come in, but was quickly distracted when Noah broke the kiss and brought his mouth down on Oscar's neck, trailing down to his collarbones.

Noah left soft kisses along Oscar's skin until he reached his nipple, sucking the small round of flesh into this mouth, still moving his hips in rhythm with Oscar's. This continued until he finally sighed loudly, "Fuck Os, you feel so good."

Oscar panted, "So do you."

Noah knew if they didn't stop soon, they never would.

He pried himself from Oscar's warm body, falling onto the bed beside him. Their fingers still tangled together, Oscar turned and rested his head on Noah's bare chest. Noah traced circles with his fingers on the soft skin of Oscar's back.

Between the slow rise and fall of Noah's chest and the energy he had just exerted, Oscar felt his eyelids begin to get heavy. Right as they closed he heard Noah speak.

"Os?"

"Hmm?"

"......"

"I think I love you."

Oscar was quiet. Noah sighed, "Goodnight, Oscar," and planted a tender kiss on his head.

~ hours later ~

"What. the. fuck." was Oscar's first thought as he opened his eyes.

He was met with the sound of rushing water and light streaming in through the windows. Oscar was still shirtless in Noah's bed, but now he was alone, and someone had pulled the duvet over him.

Oscar sat up and rubbed his eyes, "Did Noah really say he loved me? Just like that?" he thought to himself.

"Should I have said it back? God, he's probably mad at me." He fell back onto the bed and let out a frustrated sigh.

Oscar turned and noticed for the second time, the large sticker pressed onto the wall above the bed. It was of some professional basketball player that he didn't know the name of, but then again, that was every professional basketball player.

The sound of running water stopped abruptly and the bedroom door swung open, entering Noah, with only a towel around his waist. He was delightfully surprised to see that Oscar had woken up.

"Oh, hey babe," he said, walking to the closet on the other side of his room. Oscar, still mesmerized by the sticker on the wall, didn't respond. "Babe," Noah said again.

Oscar heard him this time. He tore his gaze from the wall and onto the shirtless boy in front of him. "Hey," he said with a wide, smile, "I didn't know you were such a big basketball fan."

Noah immediately looked to sticker on the wall and chuckled, "Oh yeah, I wasn't always a music nerd. I played for a couple years."

He hesitated, "And when I was younger, it was an easy way for me to drool over guys without looking weird," said Noah, chuckling lightly.

"Why'd you stop? Playing, I mean," Oscar asked.

Noah turned away from the closet, now clutching a blue t-shirt, and said, "Oh you know, after I came out I kinda grew apart from the guys I played with, and I then I found band. You know how it goes; people change. No big deal."

"Yeah..." Oscar trailed off.

"You should teach me how to play sometime," he said, sitting up in the bed.

Noah paused. "Really? You'd be into that?"

Oscar's face twisted into a fake-offended grin. "What?! Can't you tell by my ripped biceps and chiseled abs that I love sports?!"

Noah smiled, walking over the bed and sitting down next to Oscar. "Ha ha, very funny," he said giving Oscar a light peck on his lips. Both boys laughed, but Oscar began again, "No, for real. I think it'd be fun to do something you like."

"You sure?" Noah asked, "Uh yeah, okay. I'll take you out sometime. There's a court at the park."

Oscar smiled harder. "Wonderful," he said, laying back against the headboard. Noah stood, turning away from Oscar, and pulled the t-shirt over his head, ruffling his hair in the process.

He then let the towel wrapped around his waist fall to the ground. Oscar's eyes widened.

It wasn't anything he hadn't seen, or touched before, but he couldn't help letting a loud, "Damn," escape his mouth.

Noah chuckled and said, "Thanks, Os," while sliding a pair of jeans that had been laying on the floor, over his hips.

Oscar blushed slightly, and looked away. Noah began walking out of the door, but just before exiting, turned his head to the guy laying in his bed and said, "You know, you're really cute when you sleep?" and with a quick wink, he left the room.

Oscar laughed softly to himself and sank back down into the mattress, wrapping himself in the duvet. There were only four words on his mind, "I love you too."

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