Reposting The POV That Instagram Deleted
Reposting the POV that Instagram deleted. Hopefully, it'll stick this time.
– Are you gonna hold what happened last night against me? – I finally asked.
–No. – He replied, shaking his head swiftly.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
I wasn’t sure if I believed him, but I left the matter aside for the moment. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it, and I get it. Then it hit me like a punch in the face. This was his first time with a man. I was so self-involved in my own mess, that I completely forgot about that. I forgot how confusing it can be, how painful it definetely is. The shame in his eyes, the same shame I must’ve had on my first time with a guy, it all made sense. I wanted to comfort him, say that it’ll get easier, it’ll hurt less with time, but that wasn't my place. There was no need to be didactic. He didn’t need a professor, he needed a friend, so I made sure to respect his space, although it was killing me inside to see him struggling, to think that he might hate me and what we had done. If he wants to talk, he’ll come after me, I thought, hoping it would become true anytime soon. I just wanted the awkwardness to be over, but again, that was just me being selfish. Let time do its magic, Oliver, remember, you were there once, you know exactly what his going through.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
When we came back to the house, the sun was all up. Soon we would be downstairs, having breakfast, making small talk or no talk at all. We entered our rooms in silence. I saw him passing to his room by the bathroom door and there was something mischievous on his face that I could not let go. I opened the door to his room and called him. “Take your trunks off,” I said. It sounded so much like an order that he promptly obeyed. He stood in front of me and lowered his shorts. I got down to my knees and started sucking him. I could still taste myself and the river on him. “That’s promising, you’re hard again! Good.” I said, with a smile on my face. In an attempt to provoke and stir him up, I got closer to his ear and whispered “We'll save it for later,” shutting the door behind me, leaving things unfinished. Hopefully, he'd pick up on that “later.” ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
(Oliver's POV, by me 🍑)