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[b][u][center]Oscar Does Omega

Chapter 4: Thanks Up the Ass

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By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

With all the losses the Eclipse mercs had taken, Oscar wasn’t entirely surprised to see the blockade around his apartment lifted. They were probably doing everything they could to hide how much of a loss they’d taken, keep from showing weakness to the Blood Pack and the Blue Suns. That was fine with him; in his current mood, he probably would have shot first and asked questions later if he got slowed down.

Maybe that mood stuck around, because nobody else tried to stop him on his way to Afterlife. Considering Omega’s streets at all hours of the day, that was almost unheard of.

The line to get in was short, and those people ahead of him seemed as antsy as he was. Oscar shook his head as the lined slowly moved, seemingly slower than usual, and resisted the urge to shove people out of the way. There was a Krogan bouncer at the door today, and that meant that any fights would get broken up almost faster than they could start.

[i]Can this line move any slower?[/i] he wondered as a third person got in after almost ten minutes. He glared at the humans and aliens in front of him, slowly shaking his head. [i]This is getting ridiculous.[/i]

Another two minutes, another one person getting into the club. Faster, but not fast enough, particularly with about fifteen people in front of him, still. And the bottle of brandy under his arm was getting warm, too.

[i]Fuck this.[/i]

Looking around, he spotted a hovercar that was just a few dozen yards away. Probably something that some tourist had rented, some asshole that hadn’t gotten the message of what happened to property that was just left out on Omega. And, coincidentally, just far enough away that a good explosion wouldn’t harm anyone.

After glancing around to make sure that nobody was paying any attention to him, he lowered one hand and pulled on his biotic skills. A flicker of blue surrounded his fingers before flying off to the side, darting under the car –

[i]BOOOM![/i]

The sudden explosion of the fuel tank going up sent about half the line running off, only experienced hands holding their ground and turning to look at the fire. And most of those that ran off had been in front of him, leaving him the new first person in line. Oscar smiled, walking up to the Krogan. The bouncer narrowed his eyes at him, while he just shrugged.

“Curious how those accidents happen, huh?”

“Yeah. Real curious, alright.”

He handed over his ID to the Krogan, letting it get scanned as the mass retreat from the fire slowed, and then reversed itself. The complaints of everyone that lost their spot in line was music to his ears.

Eventually, the bouncer handed him his ID back, and let him in. Oscar smiled as he stepped into the holographic flames of Afterlife, taking a slow walk through the lobby before entering the club proper.

The dancers were in full swing, with men on the left, and women on the right, with a mix in the middle. He already knew where he would find Gavorn, and drifted towards the platforms where human males would be shaking their asses for the crowd. His bottle of brandy swung with his arm as he held it by the neck, just a little warning to anyone that was around to keep their hands to themselves.

Sure enough, he was right. The Turian enforcer was right where he always was, at the very end of the catwalk with a shotglass beside him, and his rifle shrunken down on his back. The big guy’s eyes were locked on the dancing human, staring at that shaking ass.

It did nothing for Oscar, but he walked over anyway, sliding onto the stool beside his favorite sniper. Gavorn didn’t look up, but did ‘hmm’ in greeting. Oscar shrugged, putting the bottle down between them.

“What’s this?”

“The first part of a very big ‘thank you.’”

“Heh, for what?”

“You know what.”

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.”

Rolling his eyes, Oscar leaned forward a bit, resting his arms on the edge of the stage and then resting his chin on them. He knew it pushed his ass out a bit. Just like he knew that Gavorn’s little stretch wasn’t to get any kinks out of his back or anything along those lines. Just an excuse to look back.

“You saved my ass out there.”

“It’s an ass worth saving.”

That line earned a laugh, and he chuckled into his arms.

“True, but doesn’t mean that you had to. I got myself into that mess, and you sure as hell didn’t need to get me out. I owe you big, for that.”

“Simple shots. You didn’t me, just a half-decent sniper.”

“Why settle for half-decent when I can have the best?”

He looked out of the corner of his eyes, saw the slight color shift in the Turian’s cheeks. Heh, was he blushing? Maybe a little. It was hard to tell with aliens sometimes, but it looked like he might be.

Oscar sat up normally, pouring the Turian some of the brandy. It wasn’t something that he could ever drink – the whole levo amino acids thing – but he’d been told that it was a pretty good bottle. Certainly had the clarity to it that the better drinks for humans had, but that could mean anything.

Still, the enforcer took it without complaint, sipping it from his shotglass for a few seconds before saying anything else.

“It’s not the first time that someone’s called me up for help.”

“First time you actually got a thank-you for it, though, I bet.”

“Do I want to know what that was about?”

“The running through the cargo yard, or the thank-you?”

“Both.”

“Heh.”

Oscar shook his head.

“Let’s just say I made a mistake, and had to make up for it.”

“By volunteering as a target dummy? Emphasis on dummy.”

“It was a good plan!”

“For getting shot.”

Gavorn emptied the glass, Oscar merely shaking his head. It hadn’t been the best plan, he supposed, but it had worked. Everyone had gotten out alive. The Quarians and his friends had their money. Sam…well, he’d still have to find Sam and kick his ass, but that was for the future. And the Eclipse had gotten their asses kicked. That was a win in his book. Oscar shook his head.

“It worked out.”

“Heh, that smooth ass of yours is certainly still in one piece.”

“Heh, which leads me to the second part of the thank-you.”

“Something tells me I’m going to like the sound of this.”

“I think you are. Aria’s not gonna need you for tonight, is she?”

“After what you pulled? Probably not.”

“Good.”

He stood up, gently grabbing the Turian enforcer by the arm and pulling him to his feet as well.

“Because I think we both have an idea of what sort of ‘thanks’ you really deserve.”

“Heh…I was hoping you’d say something like that, Oscar.” Gavorn downed the last bit of the brandy in his glass. “I’m looking forward to seeing you…up close again.”

#

This time, there were no interruptions on the way to Gavorn’s apartment, and this time, there were no delays before they got down to deciding the most important question of the night. Who was going to be on top?

Boots, armor, and underclothes hit the floor in the space of seconds, and they were at it. Oscar used his biotics to flip the enforcer over, sending him flying into the couch, but his flying tackle was reversed, flipped so that he ended up pinned on the couch inside. The Turian chuckled over him, shaking his head.

“Think you can get me pinned that easy?”

“I was hoping.”

“Hope harder.”

With the pair of them both naked and already excited, Oscar could feel his friend’s dick rubbing against his. Plated and hard, yet still with those soft, spongier bits. He would just bet that the Turian was eager to finish that blowjob from the last time they were together.

As the alien stroked along his arms, seemingly admiring the softer flesh, he had an opening, and took it. He brought his knee up against the Turian’s hard ass, sending him flying up and over the arm of the couch. Oscar whipped himself around, cock slapping around his leg as he worked his biotics up again, blue light flickering around his fingers as he backpedaled.

Slowly, Gavorn looked over the edge of the couch’s armrest, just his eyes glaring at him. Oscar chuckled.

“What?”

“A knee to my ass? Really? Are you just trying to fit everything in there these days?”

He sputtered in laughter, but didn’t deny it. Instead, he whipped his fingers around, two of them pointing up and glowing brighter than the others. Almost instantly, the Turian’s eyes went as wide as they could go, and he was lifted up with them, arching his back and thrusting forward, almost as if –

“Oh, that’s cheating. Getting inside me without actually touching me…”

“You know you’d do it if you had biotics.”

“That’s not the point…”

“Well, I could do this, instead.”

He curled his fingers, and Gavorn’s cock leaped, spurting a string of pre over the couch. The alien groaned.

“That’s leather, Oscar. Careful, please.”

“Sorry.”

He started to shift his biotic grip, but as soon as his fingers moved, so did Gavorn. The enforcer was a hell of a lot faster than he looked, and Oscar ended up getting shoved right up against the wall, the pair of them staring into each other’s eyes for a moment before he got flipped around. His cheek ground against the side of the wall, getting a good look at the wallpaper, before he felt the Turian’s hands working down his back.

They went further and further down, rubbing along his sides and hips, until they found his ass. Dexterous – if thick – two fingered hands squeezed along his ass cheeks, rubbing them and pulling at them.

He chuckled.

“Admiring my ass again?”

“It’s been a while since I got to see it up close.”

“Pretty sure you had a good view when you were covering me earlier.”

“You were wearing clothes then. Now you’re not.”

He wasn’t sure, but he thought that Gavorn was kneeling. He couldn’t get a good angle to look back, though, not until he felt those fingers digging at his ass cheeks again, pulling them apart until his hole was on display.

[i]Mmmph…this is one ass-loving alien,[/i] he thought, feeling a few puffs of hot air over his hole before the Turian just…dove in. His eyes went wide at the feeling of those face plates stuck between his ass cheeks, a few pointed bits that were just a little concerning, but more than that –

“Nnngh…mmmph…you’re good with…that tongue of yours.”

“Heh…you’ve got…an ass worth…being good for.”

Lick, lick, lick. Each one dragging along his rim in a way that was surprisingly tender. Almost worshipful, in the way that it worked him over. He groaned, biting his lip here and there to try and keep from making too many happy sounds, but it was hard to hold back when the Turian was giving him such amazing attention. He panted softly, his cock rising up against the wall.

Every so often, those big, two-fingered hands grabbed at him, groping his ass a little harder than usual as his hole was eaten out. Every lick opened him up a bit more, working inside of him, and he could [i]feel[/i] the Turian’s hunger for his ass. Each grope was firm, each teasing squeeze something that showed how much the big guy wanted him.

“Heh…you like smooth guys that much, huh?”

“I can have smooth anytime I like.”

SPANK!

“This is soft…and it’s much better for me.”

“Heh…Really?”

[i]Better do something quick, or he’s gonna get that dick in ME this time.[/i]

He shifted his position, just enough to keep his ass in the Turian’s face as he lifted one foot from the ground. He wasn’t into it, but it was the only way that he could get a touch down there. Because he was NOT focused enough to use his biotics at this point.

His toes flicked against the head of the enforcer’s shaft, which got him to grunt, gasping, pulling back.

Another opening, and he pushed, kicking Gavorn onto his back. This time, he used his biotics to hold him down, keeping the big guy from flipping him up and over again, and [i]then[/i] laid over him, smirking to himself.

“Heh, and that’s why you don’t settle in to enjoy an ass until you’re completely sure that it’s ready for you.”

“I guess not, human.”

“But you were doing a good job. Why don’t you keep going…”

He turned around, wiggling his ass a few times over the Turian’s face before slowly sitting down. From this angle, the face plates were a little less uncomfortable, and he could make sure that he had control. That eager tongue flicked up again, working him over, while he leaned forward to attend to the Turian’s cock.

[i]Just as big as before,[/i] he thought, grabbing hold of the base and giving it a few squeezes. It throbbed for him, already dripping, already eager. It was warmer than the rest of the enforcer’s body, getting thicker as he gave it a few strokes, a few little nudges. He smiled as it started to drool down one side as he pushed it over, and then over the other as he adjusted the angle again.

It didn’t take long for him to get situated, the Turian’s tongue working deep into his ass as he teased the shaft. He leaned forward as far as he could, nuzzling the shaft so that it ground against his cheek. Gavorn moaned for him, and moaned more as he licked the one dry side of the head.

“Hehehe, look at that. The big, tough enforcer getting all moany for a human.”

“Mmmph…”

“Yeah, just keeping eating my ass. You know it’s what you want.”

He smirked. Probably, his friend was wanting to stuff it with that thick cock, but that wasn’t happening tonight. Not until Gavorn actually won one of their fights. No, he was going to stuff that plated ass, instead, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t give the big guy some fun.

He stroked Gavorn’s cock again and again, working it over, alternating between hard, fast strokes and a slower, measured pace, always working it up before backing it down again. He threw in a few licks here and there, always where the pre wasn’t working down along the shaft to avoid any sort of shock, and enjoyed the strange, alien texture of the shaft. He could feel the places where the different plates met up, but at the same time, could feel the strange give that was more dissimilar from a human cock than he expected.

Everything he did worked the alien up to a greater and greater height of need, judging by the continued licking under his ass. He groaned as he felt that tongue slip inside of him, working towards his prostate, and had to pull his ass up.

“Heh, you doing alright down there?”

“I have to admit, I don’t usually get such a close-up of soft-skin asses.”

“You like it?”

“Let me put it this way. You know how most of the mercs get while staring at Asari, and how they act in the VIP rooms?”

“Yeah?”

“That’s how I feel right now. Back down, please.”

“Heh, sure.”

He sat down on the Turian’s face, and groaned happily as that tongue got back to work. It was a hell of a thing to get his ass worshiped that hard, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to complain about it. Grunting as his cock twitched and oozed over the Turian’s neck, he leaned forward, trying to give his friend some return on that pleasure.

He dried off the cockhead again, and shifted his fingers down to the base, pinching off the flow that was constantly sliding up. A quick little squeeze and twist kept it from spurting as he lowered his lips around the head, and sucked.

Almost instantly, Gavorn thrusted up against his suction, driving that cock deep into his mouth. He almost gagged at the feeling of the head almost going down his throat, and had to pull back just enough to keep it from doing that. In his mouth was fine, but he wasn’t going to deepthroat. Not in this position, at least.

He worked back and forth, grinding his ass down on the worshipful Turian’s face, then sliding forward and taking that cock in as far as he could without it going down his throat. Back on the tongue, forward on cock, back and forth, back and forth.

All the while, the enforcer was panting, gasping, moaning beneath him. It was almost adorable, in a way.

Suddenly, he felt those hands on his ass again, and he realized that his biotics had failed. He looked over his shoulder, wary of being thrown off, but all that his friend did was part his ass cheeks further, and…petted them?

[i]He must really love soft skins,[/i] he thought with a chuckle, feeling those hands stroking along his ass, his hips, down his thighs and back up again, just like they were admiring the feeling rather than trying to find some sort of grip. It was…endearing, somehow.

He felt that Gavorn was getting close to blowing his load, though, so it was time to shift things around again. Sitting up, he dismounted the Turian’s face, and almost immediately burst out laughing.

“HAHAHAHA!”

“What? Is something funny?”

“Oh, my god…your face…”

“What about my face?”

“Just…just go look in a mirror…”

He was still laughing, shaking his head as the Turian got to his feet and walked over to one of the standing mirrors on the wall. No sooner did he get there he groaned.

“You have got to be joking…”

“No, no, it’s there!”

“You left an ass print on my face.”

“God…I didn’t think…hahahahaha!”

Oscar couldn’t stop laughing, rolling around on the ground and clutching his stomach. When Gavorn didn’t join in, it didn’t help, particularly when the hard and dripping Turian just leaned against the wall and stared at him.

He laughed harder then.

After he’d finally calmed down a few minutes later and wiped his eyes clean of tears, he shook his head and pulled himself to his feet.

“Sorry…I just…something about that was too funny for me.”

“You humans have strange senses of humor.”

“I know, I know. Sorry.”

“Heh…it’s alright. But you better be ready to make up for – NNNGH!”

The Turian stood up stock still as he used his biotics again, this time using three fingers to slide inside. Almost instantly, whatever flagging had happened with Gavorn’s cock went away, leaving it rock hard and dripping again. Oscar chuckled.

“Looks like someone’s starting to enjoy being on the bottom…”

“You are cheating again.”

“Maybe…but you like it.”

He chuckled, helping the Turian down to all fours. It was a foregone conclusion who would be on top this time, considering how long he’d kept the enforcer pinned under his ass. He shook his head, reaching down and spitting on Gavorn’s hole a couple of times before lining his cock up with it. He was already hard as hell, more than ready for this.

That pucker resisted him for a second or two, but that was what the plates around the Turian’s hips were for. Natural handlebars, giving him an easy grip as he worked his cock against that protesting pucker. The tip nudged, ground, nudged again, sliding along the twitching flesh, until it lined up just right –

POP.

The head went in, and Gavorn groaned under him. Oscar heard the soft, wet ‘thud’ of the Turian’s cock swinging up against his belly, though, so he knew it was fine to keep going. He pulled his friend back, dragging the sniper along his cock with those handy grips at his hips.

“Heh, you enjoying it already, huh? You like the feeling of a soft-skin’s cock inside you?”

“I like [i]your[/i] cock, at least…”

“Oh, don’t tell me you lost on purpose.”

“I told you before, you cheated!”

“Heh, am I cheating when I make you moan like this?”

A couple of quick thrusts did drag a moan right from the Turian’s lips, and he smirked to himself as the enforcer just laid his head down, resting his face on his arms as he kept his ass in the air. A clearer symbol of submission could not have been asked for.

Smiling, Oscar went to town on that hard, plated rump, working his cock in deeper and deeper every time. It opened up for him slowly, partially from the lack of real lube, and partially from just how tight it was. It clung to his cock, squeezing him constantly, and he groaned as he made his way deeper, milked with every thrust.

He wasn’t sure how long he could last with this, but he sure as hell wasn’t going to make Gavorn wait to cum. Not after that time in the alley.

Biotics and sex weren’t the easiest things to mix at the best of times, but he managed to focus a biotic hand around the Turian’s cock as he thrust. Thrusting in, stroking to the base. Pulling out, stroking to the tip. In and out, in and out, down and up, down and up. It found the pattern easily enough, and sure enough, the sniper was groaning under him eagerly in seconds.

“Mmmph…you…”

“Is it bad cheating?”

“No…no…just…keep going…Faster…”

He was happy to oblige. He rutted that hole hard, slamming in harder than he’d ever dare do with a human or an Asari. Those plates were hard enough to take it, even though he knew he’d be bruised to high heel by the morning. Oscar slammed in faster and faster, his balls bouncing off of the Turian’s backside, his speed ramping up.

The biotic hand was squeezing and teasing the Turian’s cock the whole time, and he could feel Gavorn shivering, getting closer and closer. He leaned forward, as far as he could with the bits of spikes along the alien’s body. Not many of them on the back, but just a few small ones where the plates came together to be concerned about.

“Heh…you aren’t a bitch…but you like it when I make you mine…”

“Mmmph!”

The Turian’s hole clamped down hard on him, and he chuckled as he pushed harder, faster, deeper than ever. He kept going even as he felt the Turian spasm under him, Gavorn going through an orgasm that rocked him from head to toe. His spasms of pleasure hit him just as hard, and Oscar gasped, trying to hold back…

But it was a futile endeavor, at best. He barely lasted out the Turian’s orgasm before his own hit him, leaving him slamming in up to the hilt before pulling back [i]fast,[/i] spurting his load all over that plated ass. He panted, gasping for breath, before slowly falling back on his knees.

That was one hell of a sight. A plated ass completely soaked in human seed, and looking like it could take a hell of a lot more. Gavorn’s pucker was still twitching, still dancing with little aftershocks of pleasure, and Oscar chuckled to himself as he ran a finger around the hole.

“Heh…looks like you enjoyed that.”

“Enjoyed…is one word for it.”

“Heh…looks like your ass is getting calibrated for my pleasure.”

“You…are…a cheater.”

“Only because it works.”

“Let’s see if it keeps working, next round.”

“A drink first?”

“You pour.”

“Can’t feel your legs?”

“…no.”

“Hehehe. I’ll be right back.”

#

[i]4 rounds and a few drinks later…[/i]

Oscar and Gavorn panted beside each other, the pair of them more worn out than they wanted to admit. Or at least, Oscar was. He wasn’t entirely sure how Gavorn was feeling.

[i]God, I’m going to be painted black and blue by tomorrow morning,[/i] he thought with a grunt of discomfort. His body ached along his arms and his ass, though never from anything extreme. It was more the constant bits of teasing, wrestling, and fighting to be on top, and the fact that he was fucking someone who was biologically much, much, much harder than he was. Human skin wasn’t built to take that sort of abuse.

He looked to his side, and smiled despite himself. His Turian friend was still catching his breath as well, mandibles and face plates twitching a bit as he panted. At least the feeling of exhaustion was mutual.

Rolling on his side, he patted the alien on the chest, chuckling.

“You were getting pretty loud there, at the end. You starting to like getting pinned under me?”

“This again? Come on, I’m the best enforcer on Omega. Aria’s number one man. Do you really think that I’d be that into getting pinned against the couch?”

“There was also the floor, the wall, the bed, and –”

“Details.”

“Come on…you didn’t like it even a bit? That’s not what all the cum stains say…”

“…”

“Just saying.”

“You’re not…entirely wrong.”

Oscar arched an eyebrow as the Turian rolled over, the pair of them looking each other in the eye. A two-fingered hand stroked down his side, gentle as a feather until it reached down to his ass, where it squeezed hard, almost possessively.

“There’s nothing better than getting a nice, soft human ass around my cock…nothing like seeing those soft cheeks squeeze and bunch up. And one of these days, I am gonna get you…”

“But?”

“But I’ll admit that I’m starting to like it on the bottom.”

“Heh, coulda told you –”

“On the bottom, with you.”

Oscar blinked, and then slowly felt his cheeks start to heat up at the idea. He reached up, rubbing them.

“Man, you’re going to make me blush.”

“Maybe I should keep talking then. Because you look a lot better when you’re blushing.”

“Heh, well, you look a lot better…”

“Yes?”

“You know, I was gonna say ‘under me,’ but I’ve been saying that all night.”

“Running out of material?”

“Maybe a little.”

It was…weird, making pillow-talk with someone that he’d had a one-night stand with, particularly someone who he’d repeated it with. Generally, it was get fucked, or fuck someone, and then go to bed. Go to sleep. No awkward talking, no getting into how he felt about this, or that, or the person that he’d just been with.

Despite that, it wasn’t [i]as[/i] awkward as it could be. Maybe it was just because Gavorn was that relaxed.

He shrugged, reaching down slowly along the Turian’s body. Even with how hard it was, he could feel that it had been tenderized with how long they’d been going at it. Probably was a bit stiff and sore, probably was needing some tender loving care. He chuckled, his hand sliding along the plates at the alien’s hip before reaching down and grabbing Gavorn’s ass.

“I guess I could say that you looked cute…”

“Just while under you, huh?”

“Well, that’s when you’re [i]most[/i] cute.”

What was he saying? Was he really getting this deep into it? He looked up again, saw that there was that same slight color shift in the Turian’s face plates as there’d been at the bar, when they were complimenting each other.

[i]Oh…what the hell, if it comes up, I’ll blame it on the drink.[/i]

He leaned in and kissed the sniper, and the sniper kissed him back.

It was weird, hard to figure out with face plates, mandibles, lips, and tongue, but they made it work after a few seconds. They tasted each other – it was a bit sour, he thought – before pulling apart, a few little panting breaths coming from both of them.

They maintained eye contact for a few short seconds before whipping around, laying back to back rather than staring at each other for any longer. Oscar’s cheeks burned perhaps the hottest that they’d ever done, and he stared at the far wall, wondering what the hell had come over him.

[i]What the hell was that? I just…I just kissed a Turian. I don’t even kiss the whores that I get…what the hell? What the hell? What the fricky fucking hell?[/i]

What was going through Gavorn’s mind, he wondered? Was it as weird for the alien as it was for him? Sure, they’d shared a lot of intimate moments already, but going from fucking to kissing just like that…

He still wasn’t sure how he felt about it. It was…nice, but…

[i]God, what am I going to say in the morning…[/i]

Neither of them said anything that night, that was for sure, and suddenly, both of them were more than willing to close their eyes and go straight to sleep. At least, he was, and Gavorn didn’t do anything to stop him.

#

Morning, or the closest thing to it that Omega offered, rolled around without any change in the air. He sat up from the bed, groaning and rubbing his head, and smelled some coffee around the corner. He blinked through sleep-fogged eyes, and saw a naked Gavorn leaning against the wall sipping a cup of his own. Oscar gestured at the kitchen.

“Any chance for a cup?”

“There’s a few servings. Grab what you need.”

“Thanks.”

He pulled himself out of bed with a groan, barely feeling the sheets falling off of his naked body. He grabbed a cup, filled it, and had drunk about half of it before the last events of the night before caught up with him. He blushed as he looked at the Turian, remembering that he’d been lip-locked with him towards the end of the night, and just how…nice it had been.

And his dick remembered it, too.

“Going on shift in about thirty minutes, Oscar. Otherwise, I’d see if you could keep on top again,” Gavorn said with a small chuckle.

“You, uh, you remember how last night went?”

“Yeah…”

“And the, uh, the end of it?”

Judging by the blush, he’d say that the Turian probably did. He shook his head, putting the half-drunk cup on the counter before walking around it to his discarded clothes. Most were a bit sweaty, but they’d be good enough to get him back to his place.

“Sorry. I shouldn’t have brought it up.”

“Well…if you hadn’t, I would have.”

“…”

Oscar looked over his shoulder, his pants already on and his shirt in hand. He opened his mouth, closed it, opened it again, and sighed.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what to say.”

“Yeah. Me neither.”

“…”

“…”

“Drinks after work?”

“Yeah…Extra drinks.”

“And a private room?”

“Probably for the best.”

“See you when you get off shift.”

“Yeah…yeah, see you.”

Oscar felt like he should do something, but…seriously, what could he do, now? What did one do when someone went from a one-night stand to a friend with benefits to a person you kissed in one fucking night?

His head was still spinning as he walked out of the apartment, and he was pretty sure it was going to keep doing that until they met up later that night.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]