Ollie sighed and nodded, slowly standing from the bed. He made sure to not keep bandages in the medical kit in case his dad found it. He pulled as best he could at the tile on the wall, freeing to show a small shelf with more medical supplies, money and a bag.
Angsty Gay Romance Anyone? (O/O)?
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He blinked at the tile and tilted his head. “Is there bandage in there?” He asked softly, sliding a little closer and biting his lip as he watched carefully.
Quinn didn’t quite understand Ollie, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t interested. He actually found Ollie kinda cute.
Ollie hummed softly and nodded, "Mhmm…" He rummaged around a little, having to stand on his toes to peer down and look at the bottom of his little nook. One of his legs flicked up behind him as he did so.
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Quinn blushed a bright red and looked away, afraid to catch feelings for someone. “D-Did you find some yet?” He asked softly, hiding his face in the blankets Ollie had given him.
Ollie lowered himself and stood back triumphantly, smiling and blushing lightly himself with a roll of bandages in hand, "Yup!" He sat back down on the end of the bed.
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Quinn sheepishly took them from him and held out his hand. “C-Can I see your hands? So I can bandage them?” He asked nervously, shifting in his seat.
“Ollie? D-Do you… uhm… never mind!” He squeaked, blushing a bright red.
Ollie held out his hands, but he tilted his head to the side and pouted, looking a lot like a confused puppy, "Do I… what?" He asked, unintentionally giving Quinn puppy dog eyes.
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Quinn mentally groaned. He didn’t know how to control these emotions and urges. He didn’t know what he was doing at all either. The facts were fairly straight: Quinn couldn’t control his Big Gay.
He began to carefully wrap Ollie’s hands and blushed. “I was wondering if you could give me pointers on this whole gay thing… and if… if you are single…?”
(Me too bitch! Quinn, honey, we've allll been there)
The first part of the question started to get Ollie's brain turning, trying to think of how he could help. The second… well, that just made him blush even further then Quinn, stuttering out some nonsense before he collected himself.
"I-I… um… y-yes, I-I am single," He mumbled quietly, "W-With the pointers… I-I guess you've just got to see what happens. Th-There's no way to be gay, everyone is different. S-Some like make-up, o-others don't," He shrugged, "Y-You've just got to be you."
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(Ahaha I’m actually straight so I wouldn’t fully understand but I’ve had some big gay moments)
Quinn’s heart jumped into his throat and did twenty backflips. Ollie was single. “really?! You are?!” He asked excitedly, beaming.
His next set of words helped, but also confused him. When he was himself he had gotten beaten and thrown out. “I-I like males better…” was all he could make himself say. He was too afraid to speak up past that.
(Lol)
Ollie giggled softly and nodded, "Y-Yeah, I am," Even though Quinn hadn't said 'I'm gay' it was still enough to make Ollie smile proudly up at him, "You might not be able to say the actual words, 'I'm gay' yet, but it's a step in the right direction," He nudged the taller male playfully, "I prefer guys too, girls are weird."
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He laughed softly and nodded, nudging Ollie back. “Girls are too… annoying? I don’t know. I just don’t like them. They’re too clingy and weird.” He replied simply, looking a little confused at his own words. “I tried dating some but they just… didn’t work for me.” He leaned against Ollie unconsciously, giggling at himself. “I’ve never had a boyfriend so I can’t say much about it but I bet it’d be wonderful.”
Ollie shrugged, looking down at his lap and fiddling with his sleeves, "D-Depends on the guy." He mumbled. Clearly there was something deeper behind those words that he wasn't saying and didn't want to talk about but he put on a small smile, anyway, "And some guys are clingy too, by the way."
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He tilted his head, curious but knowing better than to ask. “Aww man. Clingy guys are worse than clingy girls.” He said with a pout. But deep down Quinn worried that he was clingy.
Ollie giggled softly, "No way. Girls are way worse," He protested, "I-I can deal with guys being clingy but with girls…" His nose crinkled up in distaste, managing to somehow, look even cuter, "Nuh uh."
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Quinn’s heart skipped a beat. He turned his face away and blushed a dark red. Ollie was so damn cute. “As a clingy guy I can assure you, no one likes clingy.” He joked, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. “But I do agree that guys are much cuter than girls.”
"I-I don't mind clingy," Ollie said quietly, "I-It's cute… a-and makes me feel loved and wanted." Two things he hadn't experienced in a while and two things he wanted to feel again. Not that he would admit that part out loud.
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He blushed furiously, setting his forehead on Ollie’s shoulder. He didn’t know what to say to that. “I- uh… oh…” He squeaked out, biting his lip. “Would you… uhm… would you want to try? Me and you?”
Ollie's eyes widened a little and he looked down at Quinn, linking rapidly, "Y-You want to t-try u-us?" He asked in disbelief. He wasn't anything special. He wasn't tall or strong like Quinn, or even remotely as good looking as the other. He supposed his personality was okay but still…
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He nodded softly, blushing in embarrassment. “It’s fine if- if you don’t want to! I know we just met and I’m rather boring and confused and new to this whole thing but I want to try… and you’re cute and charming and perfect.” He mumbled. “Even if it doesn’t work out it would still be good to try, right…?”
Ollie's eyes widened even further if that was possible. One, at how he'd described himself, two, because of how he'd described him and three, because he really did want to try, "Q-Quinn of course I want to try. A-And you're not boring… not in the slightest."
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He blushed furiously and hid his face in his hands. “I-I don’t know what to say or do.” He whined, laughing softly.
Ollie giggled, nudging him gently, "You'll figure it out pretty boy, everyone does." He bit his lip and looked to the clock on the wall, noticing it was getting really late.
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Quinn looked up at Ollie and smiled dorkily. “Pretty boy? You think I’m pretty?” He teased, only managing to make himself flustered again.
“Oh gosh sorry I’m just nervous. I haven’t been around a guy I had a crush on in a long time.
Ollie blushed even further, tucking his cheek against his shoulder to hide it a little, "You're pretty, hot as hell, handsome, whichever works best for you," He bit his lip to stifle yet another giggle, "I-It's fine to be nervous, it happens to everyone."
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Ollie’s words brought a beaming smile to his face along with a heavy blush. He leaned against Ollie and sheepishly kissed his cheek. “I think you’re all the same things. You’re so handsome and attractive and cute.” Quinn stole a glance at the clock and his eyes widened. “You also need to go to bed.”
Ollie blushed so hard at the kiss you'd think someone had smeared bright red face paint all over his cheeks. Though he did whine softly when Quinn mentioned 'bed,' "But I wanna stay up and talk to youuu…" He pouted.
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Quinn hummed happily, leaning more of his weight onto Ollie. “No, you’ve got to sleep. I don’t want your father getting upset with you.” He murmured, still smiling goofily. He felt so happy he could scream.
Ollie huffed and crossed his arms, pouting more and looking a little like an upset kid, "That's not fair… I'm basically eighteen so I should be able allowed to pull an all nighter…" He muttered, swinging his legs back and forth.
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Quinn hesitated before wrapping his arms around Ollie and pulling him into his chest with a small laugh. “Well, I’m eighteen and I say you need to sleep.” He purred. Was this really happening?