FIC: And So It Began... Part Three (Kyle Lewis/Oliver Fish, PG-13)
Fandom: One Life to Live
Pairing: Kyle Lewis/Oliver Fish. Canon slash.
Rating: Pg-13 for now; it may go up in later chapters
Summary: Oliver Fish met Kyle Lewis in college. It will change his life forever.
A/N: Reposted from Kishmet and on my fanfiction.net account: WhiskeyTangoFoxtrot.
Links:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
The Hazards of Love 4
The Decemberists
“I don’t know what in the world you did,” Oliver said as his fingers flew across the keyboard, “but you wrecked your laptop pretty good.”
Kyle Lewis remained unperturbed. He lay on his bed and tossed a foam ball in the air. “What does that mean, Geek Squad? Can you fix it or not?”
Oliver stifled a smile. Instead, he shot his friend a glare from the desk. “I can fix it, but you know I don’t like it when you call me names.” Kyle looked at him apologetically.
“Sorry.”
Fish snorted and returned to the device. This was the fifth time in almost three months that Kyle had begged for his help with the computer. It kept freezing on screens, shutting down and crashing. But what disturbed him the most about these trips to Kyle’s dorm room was that he didn’t mind coming here, as messy and as cluttered as it was, to help him fix the thing every time it malfunctioned. Kyle would lay casually on his bed, either reading or writing or talking to Oliver. He also invented new nicknames for Oliver. Inwardly, he chuckled at whatever Kyle threw at him.
The only problem was that it made the reaction each time Kyle used his first name in that raspy voice of his quite obvious. And scary.
Kyle tossed the foam ball at his head. Oliver couldn’t duck in time.
“Hey!”
“I was wondering if you were going to the house’s date party.”
Oliver wiped his face and leaned back in the chair. “What? You mean Casino Night?” He shook his head. “I haven’t found a date for it, have I?”
Kyle propped himself on his elbows, the bottom of his shirt rising slightly above the belt of his shorts. Oliver looked over, and quickly turned his eyes away when he saw the patch of fair skin. Kyle’s torso. He could see the trail of hair leading down his stomach, right into his shorts, to his-
“You don’t need a date to go.”
Oliver struggled to keep his eyes focused on Kyle’s face, rather than that mysterious bit of chest that had suddenly revealed itself to him, making his stomach feel uneasy and sending a shiver through his body. “W-well, it’s a date party, isn’t it? Not having a date sort of defeats the purpose.”
Kyle grunted and flopped back down on the bed, an action that caused his shirt to rise up even more. “Eh. They won't care."
"They won't?" Oliver cocked his eyebrow; he couldn't keep himself from sounding dubious.
Kyle flapped his hand at him. "They want the whole house there, you know. For solidarity and brotherhood-ship, blah-blah-blah….”
“Yeah, but if I don’t have a date-”
“I don’t either.” To Oliver’s relief, Kyle shot upright on his bed, his shirt falling down to cover himself properly. “We could just go together. You and me.”
Blinking rapidly, nearly losing his breath for a moment when he thought Kyle had just asked him out, Oliver realized he meant go together as friends. And then his brain caught on to the other implication of the statement. “Wait. You don’t have a date?”
“No, I don’t.”
“You? You don’t have a date?”
“There’s an echo in here.”
This time, Oliver laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’re, like... well… you’re one of the hottest guys here.”
If Oliver was shocked at the way he phrased this simple truth, Kyle was just as surprised. His friend blushed. “What?” he asked, his voice soft and confused in tone. Oliver quickly tried to recover while he felt something heavy grip his insides.
“Wh-what I mean is that I hear girls talking about you, and you get dates left and right to the sororities’ parties. But you didn’t get a date for Casino Night?”
Kyle gave his head a quick shake. “Um, no. I’m not really interested in any girls.” His eyes shifted over and met his friend’s. “Not ones that I can take to the function at least.”
Oliver sensed a weight lift off him. Inexplicable and unfamiliar, he ignored the sensation. “Yeah, well… I guess that makes the two of us for now.” A series of three beeps interrupted him and he turned his attention back to Kyle’s screen. He cracked his knuckles, hoping the unsettling atmosphere that fell across the room following their conversation would dissipate.
“Did you fix it?” Kyle asked, standing up and leaning over Oliver’s shoulder to stare at the computer screen. Fish tried valiantly to ignore the smell of soap and spice that seemed to roll off of his friend’s body, and instead pointed out what he did to repair the laptop.
“… So, the Geek Squad saved the day.”
Kyle lowered his head and laughed. “Yeah. The Geek Squad. Thanks, Oliver.”
“Anytime.”
Another tone, this one the alert for an instant message, piped through the tinny speakers of the machine. Instinctively responding to the prompt from the device, Oliver ran his finger over the mousepad, all but ignoring the swearing from Kyle.
It took his brain a few moments to register what his eyes saw, but he finally absorbed it, the image and its implications. On screen was an instant messaging window with a picture of a boy, about their age or slightly older, smiling coyly at the camera. And typed out next to it was a message:
“Ky? R U there? Want 2 meet up later?”
“‘SexyBoi2000’?” Oliver scooted his chair away from the desk and stared at Kyle, who was desperately typing out a quick goodbye message to his friend and shut the computer down. “Who is this?” It didn’t come out as a question, more like a statement, a command. Seeing the message and the picture confused Oliver. It made him roil inside like he had been sucker-punched in the guts.
“Shit!” Kyle stood up, glaring at the computer as if it had severely offended him. “That was just a friend of mine.”
“A friend?” Oliver spoke slowly. “A friend who you’re going to meet up with later?”
“Yeah. Well, h-he’s just… I haven’t actually met him face-to-face. Yet. He was someone I met online, and he seemed to be going through the same things I’m going through.”
Oliver pushed himself out of the chair. “What exactly are you going through?”
“Are you accusing me of something?”
“Does it sound like I’m accusing you of anything?”
Kyle stared at him, his hands on his hips, his temper growing. “Yeah, actually. It does.”
Fish didn’t know where his own anger was coming from. This was crazy. It was everything this evening: hanging out with Kyle in his dorm room, chatting so effortlessly, and bringing up that stupid date party. His own brain betrayed him as he noticed things about Kyle, his body, and the ways his eyes were drawn to him.
And then that stupid IM. From that stupid SexyBoi2000. Kyle’s friend-
Oliver grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulders.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ve gotta get some air, Kyle.”
“Wait! Oliver, do you want to talk?”
Oliver spun around. “Talk about what, exactly? Don’t you have to meet up with your friend who knows you better than anyone else?” He spat out the words, not caring about the hurt, confused look on Kyle’s face. Reaching for the door, Oliver flung it open. He could hear a heavy inhalation of breath behind him.
“Oliver, if you’re-”
“If I’m what?” He glowered fiercely at Kyle, whose hands flew up.
“Never mind,” he said softly. “I’ll catch you later, man.”
Oliver stormed down their hallway and was almost to his room when he leaned against the doorframe. He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. The feeling that had been growing in Kyle’s room, unknown and unwanted, finally became more and more defined.
Jealousy. And it was aimed toward Kyle’s online friend.
Pairing: Kyle Lewis/Oliver Fish. Canon slash.
Rating: Pg-13 for now; it may go up in later chapters
Summary: Oliver Fish met Kyle Lewis in college. It will change his life forever.
A/N: Reposted from Kishmet and on my fanfiction.net account: WhiskeyTangoFoxtrot.
Links:
Part One
Part Two
Part Three
The Hazards of Love 4
The Decemberists
“I don’t know what in the world you did,” Oliver said as his fingers flew across the keyboard, “but you wrecked your laptop pretty good.”
Kyle Lewis remained unperturbed. He lay on his bed and tossed a foam ball in the air. “What does that mean, Geek Squad? Can you fix it or not?”
Oliver stifled a smile. Instead, he shot his friend a glare from the desk. “I can fix it, but you know I don’t like it when you call me names.” Kyle looked at him apologetically.
“Sorry.”
Fish snorted and returned to the device. This was the fifth time in almost three months that Kyle had begged for his help with the computer. It kept freezing on screens, shutting down and crashing. But what disturbed him the most about these trips to Kyle’s dorm room was that he didn’t mind coming here, as messy and as cluttered as it was, to help him fix the thing every time it malfunctioned. Kyle would lay casually on his bed, either reading or writing or talking to Oliver. He also invented new nicknames for Oliver. Inwardly, he chuckled at whatever Kyle threw at him.
The only problem was that it made the reaction each time Kyle used his first name in that raspy voice of his quite obvious. And scary.
Kyle tossed the foam ball at his head. Oliver couldn’t duck in time.
“Hey!”
“I was wondering if you were going to the house’s date party.”
Oliver wiped his face and leaned back in the chair. “What? You mean Casino Night?” He shook his head. “I haven’t found a date for it, have I?”
Kyle propped himself on his elbows, the bottom of his shirt rising slightly above the belt of his shorts. Oliver looked over, and quickly turned his eyes away when he saw the patch of fair skin. Kyle’s torso. He could see the trail of hair leading down his stomach, right into his shorts, to his-
“You don’t need a date to go.”
Oliver struggled to keep his eyes focused on Kyle’s face, rather than that mysterious bit of chest that had suddenly revealed itself to him, making his stomach feel uneasy and sending a shiver through his body. “W-well, it’s a date party, isn’t it? Not having a date sort of defeats the purpose.”
Kyle grunted and flopped back down on the bed, an action that caused his shirt to rise up even more. “Eh. They won't care."
"They won't?" Oliver cocked his eyebrow; he couldn't keep himself from sounding dubious.
Kyle flapped his hand at him. "They want the whole house there, you know. For solidarity and brotherhood-ship, blah-blah-blah….”
“Yeah, but if I don’t have a date-”
“I don’t either.” To Oliver’s relief, Kyle shot upright on his bed, his shirt falling down to cover himself properly. “We could just go together. You and me.”
Blinking rapidly, nearly losing his breath for a moment when he thought Kyle had just asked him out, Oliver realized he meant go together as friends. And then his brain caught on to the other implication of the statement. “Wait. You don’t have a date?”
“No, I don’t.”
“You? You don’t have a date?”
“There’s an echo in here.”
This time, Oliver laughed.
“What’s so funny?”
“You’re, like... well… you’re one of the hottest guys here.”
If Oliver was shocked at the way he phrased this simple truth, Kyle was just as surprised. His friend blushed. “What?” he asked, his voice soft and confused in tone. Oliver quickly tried to recover while he felt something heavy grip his insides.
“Wh-what I mean is that I hear girls talking about you, and you get dates left and right to the sororities’ parties. But you didn’t get a date for Casino Night?”
Kyle gave his head a quick shake. “Um, no. I’m not really interested in any girls.” His eyes shifted over and met his friend’s. “Not ones that I can take to the function at least.”
Oliver sensed a weight lift off him. Inexplicable and unfamiliar, he ignored the sensation. “Yeah, well… I guess that makes the two of us for now.” A series of three beeps interrupted him and he turned his attention back to Kyle’s screen. He cracked his knuckles, hoping the unsettling atmosphere that fell across the room following their conversation would dissipate.
“Did you fix it?” Kyle asked, standing up and leaning over Oliver’s shoulder to stare at the computer screen. Fish tried valiantly to ignore the smell of soap and spice that seemed to roll off of his friend’s body, and instead pointed out what he did to repair the laptop.
“… So, the Geek Squad saved the day.”
Kyle lowered his head and laughed. “Yeah. The Geek Squad. Thanks, Oliver.”
“Anytime.”
Another tone, this one the alert for an instant message, piped through the tinny speakers of the machine. Instinctively responding to the prompt from the device, Oliver ran his finger over the mousepad, all but ignoring the swearing from Kyle.
It took his brain a few moments to register what his eyes saw, but he finally absorbed it, the image and its implications. On screen was an instant messaging window with a picture of a boy, about their age or slightly older, smiling coyly at the camera. And typed out next to it was a message:
“Ky? R U there? Want 2 meet up later?”
“‘SexyBoi2000’?” Oliver scooted his chair away from the desk and stared at Kyle, who was desperately typing out a quick goodbye message to his friend and shut the computer down. “Who is this?” It didn’t come out as a question, more like a statement, a command. Seeing the message and the picture confused Oliver. It made him roil inside like he had been sucker-punched in the guts.
“Shit!” Kyle stood up, glaring at the computer as if it had severely offended him. “That was just a friend of mine.”
“A friend?” Oliver spoke slowly. “A friend who you’re going to meet up with later?”
“Yeah. Well, h-he’s just… I haven’t actually met him face-to-face. Yet. He was someone I met online, and he seemed to be going through the same things I’m going through.”
Oliver pushed himself out of the chair. “What exactly are you going through?”
“Are you accusing me of something?”
“Does it sound like I’m accusing you of anything?”
Kyle stared at him, his hands on his hips, his temper growing. “Yeah, actually. It does.”
Fish didn’t know where his own anger was coming from. This was crazy. It was everything this evening: hanging out with Kyle in his dorm room, chatting so effortlessly, and bringing up that stupid date party. His own brain betrayed him as he noticed things about Kyle, his body, and the ways his eyes were drawn to him.
And then that stupid IM. From that stupid SexyBoi2000. Kyle’s friend-
Oliver grabbed his bag and slung it over his shoulders.
“Where are you going?”
“I’ve gotta get some air, Kyle.”
“Wait! Oliver, do you want to talk?”
Oliver spun around. “Talk about what, exactly? Don’t you have to meet up with your friend who knows you better than anyone else?” He spat out the words, not caring about the hurt, confused look on Kyle’s face. Reaching for the door, Oliver flung it open. He could hear a heavy inhalation of breath behind him.
“Oliver, if you’re-”
“If I’m what?” He glowered fiercely at Kyle, whose hands flew up.
“Never mind,” he said softly. “I’ll catch you later, man.”
Oliver stormed down their hallway and was almost to his room when he leaned against the doorframe. He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose. The feeling that had been growing in Kyle’s room, unknown and unwanted, finally became more and more defined.
Jealousy. And it was aimed toward Kyle’s online friend.