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As soon as their lips met, Oliver felt the highest he had ever felt. His mind was abuzz, unable to conjugate coherent thoughts.
They crashed into the wall as they kissed, urgent yet still too slow. Oliver's fingers found the bottom of Charlie's t-shirt and pulled it over his head as Charlie knotted his fingers in Oliver's hair.
Suddenly, Charlie stopped and took a step back. He had a nervous smile on his face. "Um..."
Oliver frowned. "Why... why did you stop?"
He suddenly felt very self conscious. Was he a bad kisser? Or did the idea of kissing him revolt Charlie? Did he misread the signs? Oh god... he ruined everything didn't he?
"We're very drunk, Ol. I don't want you to do anything you'll regret..."
"I won't-"
"You don't know that...."
He went to grab his t-shirt off the floor but Oliver intervened, reaching to stop him. He took a step closer to him and placed his hands around the back of his neck.
"I want this..." He slowly leaned down to kiss him but Charlie still seemed hesitant.
"Oliver..."
Oliver kissed him again before trailing kisses down from his lips to his cheek to his ear to his jaw. "I want this," He reaffirmed.
Charlie slowly caved in and pulled Oliver's face towards his, planting a chaste kiss on his lips. He pulled Oliver's t-shirt off of him before continuing to kiss him. And suddenly Charlie's lips were all over him; his neck, his cheek, his ear, his chest, his...
"Charlie," Oliver groaned, leaning back on the console table and clutching its edge tightly.
Charlie was everything Oliver aspired to be. He was carefree. He was too 'chill' for labels so Oliver knew everything they did was just fun. He acted in the moment and was content with life. He was iconic.
Oliver pulled him up and continued to kiss him (although Charlie seemed more keen on more explicit activities). He was overcome by a rush of admiration for the man in front of him and wanted to kiss him forever. Or at least until the end of the night. And then they were on the bed. And Oliver felt overwhelmed and euphoric.
Nothing had ever felt so right.
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Oliver stared at the ceiling, trying to catch his breath and make sense of his thoughts.
"I can't believe that happened..." Charlie sighed beside him.
Oliver turned to look at him before they both unexpectedly bursted into laughter. Charlie threw his t-shirt at him which he used to wipe his face and torso.
"Um...are you okay?" Charlie asked, reaching across to poke his bare shoulder. "You're really quiet."
Oliver smiled and nodded. "I'm.... yeah. I'm good."
"You sure?"
Oliver extended his hand and placed it on Charlie's cheek. "Don't worry about me. That was... amazing. Unexpected but amazing."
Charlie turned his head slightly so that he could kiss his hand. "I agree..."
"It was long overdue as well."
"Well... okay, I need to tell you something."
"Yeah?"
Charlie rubbed his hands nervously. "So... remember the night of Ivan's party?"
Oliver chuckled. "Not really."
He had been very drunk. But he did remember the fight he had with Nora both at the party and before the party. She really hated Ivan. Most people did. He was a bit of a douchebag.
"Okay. Well... so... you and I...we met and-"
"Yeah, I remember seeing you there." What Oliver didn't add was how hot he thought Charlie looked in his floral Hawaiian shirt.
"Yes but... what you don't remember is..." Charlie stopped looking at him and faced the ceiling. "Uh..."
"Yes?"
Charlie sighed. "We...uh... we kissed."
"Huh?" Oliver sat up.
"Um... We were both very high, probably you more than me. And then we kissed."
They had kissed already? Oliver was disappointed he couldn't remember. It must have been spectacular! If it was anything like the previous night then it would have been amazing.
"But...I was with Nora."
Charlie looked down at his fingers. "I don't think it counts as cheating. You drank yourself into oblivion afterwards just to make sure you didn't remember."
He hated the fact that, despite what Charlie said, it was cheating. He had promised Nora that he would never put her in that position again. Even if it was just a kiss, it was still betrayal. She didn't deserve that.
"Oh... was it good?"
Oliver was asking the right questions.
"Um..kind of. We were very drunk and high so it was sloppy and rushed...."
Oliver nodded slowly, trying to process what he just said. "Why did it take you so long to tell me?"
"Because I thought it disgusted you-"
"Why would it disgust me?"
"Because you're straight, Oliver..." Charlie's voice trailed off and he continued to avoid eye contact with Oliver.
Oliver bit his lip. "I'm not... Well, I don't think I am. I-I don't want to label it. All I know is that I... well, I guess I'm kind of attracted to you. And kissing you is the opposite of disgusting. In fact..."
He bent down and smiled before planting a long kiss on Charlie's lips. Charlie's hands snaked around him and carefully pushed him onto his back before continuing to kiss him.
"I definitely agree with that girl from the casino..."
"Hm?"
Charlie laughed and paused to look at him. "You're definitely a ten-out-of-ten kisser."
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When Oliver woke up, he found the spot beside him in the bed empty. He sat up slowly and rubbed his eyes to allow them to adjust to the harsh light spilling through the curtainless window.
"Good morning," Charlie chuckled, coming into the room.
Oliver held his hand out for the cup of coffee he was drinking from. He took one final gulp before handing it to Oliver who downed the rest.
"Damn it," Charlie cursed, studying his shoes.
"What's wrong?"
Charlie huffed and flopped onto the bed beside him. "I spilled a drink on my vintage Nike sneakers. It's a shame I have to throw them in the trash now."
"Technically you could wash them," Oliver drawled sarcastically, leaning closer to him. "Or donate them."
"Fine, I'll give them to charity then."
"That's my boy."
Charlie retreated slightly and nervously scratched the back of his neck. "Are you... are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm happy-"
"You can be happy but still not be okay... Happiness is a temporary emotion. We can forget all about last night's events if that's what you want. It's up to you."
Oliver didn't know how to explain how he was feeling. He never thought he would be attracted to a guy but clearly he was. And it did surprise him but it was a pleasant surprise. Like opening a present and getting something you never really thought of but needed all the same. It was a night that he would never forget.
"I'm okay. I promise. Last night was exactly what I needed. You make me happy."
Charlie smiled and closed the distance between them, kissing him very slowly and very restrainedly.
Oliver's mind loved to rain on his parade by always screaming out the bad consequences of what he did and sometimes he wasn't able to tune it out. He couldn't stop thinking about what would happen when they returned back to New York. Would they go back to being friends and keep their one night stand just a one night stand? He wanted to sleep with him again but he didn't want a relationship. He wasn't ready for one yet. Charlie was so carefree. He frowned upon relationship labels and didn't care about that stuff so he probably wouldn't mind if they weren't in a relationship. However, Oliver liked boundaries being clearly set. And he really wanted to say something. He wanted to clarify his intentions and make sure Charlie knew he didn't want a boyfriend. But
he didn't want to ruin everything by asking.
"I really like kissing you..." Charlie exhaled.
"Ditto," Oliver chuckled, knotting his fingers in his hair.
The sudden sound of Charlie's ringtone made them both jump.
"Don't answer," Oliver groaned, leaving a hickey on his neck.
"I have to..." Charlie sighed, looking curiously at the unknown number. "Hello?"
Oliver smiled mischievously before pushing Charlie onto his back and continuing to kiss his neck before trailing lower and lower.
"Hello?....Okay, well, Spencer isn't here but I'm sure I can satisfy your needs.... Princess, you called the wrong Kingsley....But I can pass on a mess- fuck!"
Charlie shot up and swatted Oliver's head away from his lower hip. He laughed and moved away, loving how flustered Charlie got.
"Sorry! I stubbed my toe. Anyway, as I said, I can pass on a message, if you'd like."
A message to Spencer? Oliver's ears perked up in interest. Who was Charlie talking to?
"Who's that?" He eventually asked, curiosity getting the best of him.
Charlie ignored him and continued to listen to the person on the other line. "...Wait, Madeline's wedding rehearsal is tomorrow?!
What?! Madeline Lockhart was having a wedding rehearsal. Wait. What if Nora was at that? He could see her. He could meet her!
"...I told you already Spencer isn't with me...." Charlie's eyes darted up nervously to look at Oliver.
"Who's on the phone?"
He sighed, a look of concern clouding his face. "...I'm with Oliver. Nora's on the phone."
"WHAT?!" Oliver scrambled to grab the phone, pushing Charlie away.
"Hello?! Nora?! Hello?! Damn it, she hung up!"
Oliver tried to redial the number but it seemed like she had turned her phone off. "Damn it! Why did she call you?!" He snapped.
Charlie raised his eyebrow at his tone of voice. "She had the wrong number..." He said with disapproval dripping from his voice.
"What's wrong with you?! Why didn't you give me the phone earlier?!"
"She didn't ask for you. She wanted Spencer."
"And?! You knew I wanted to talk to her!"
"Why do you still want to talk to her? I thought you moved on."
"Why? Because we slept together?" He snarled, ready to say something he would probably regret.
Charlie's face twisted. "No! I meant because you said you were happy."
"I'm not happy without her!"
"So, you're saying that you haven't been happy for this entire trip?"
"Yes," Oliver lied.
Charlie scoffed. "That's not true."
"You're an asshole, you know that?"
Charlie roughly shot up from the bed. "Fuck you."
"No, fuck you!" Oliver exclaimed, pointing an accusatory finger at Charlie. "I don't want you. I want her. Is that why you didn't give me the phone? Because you think we're together now or something?"
"What? No-"
"Or maybe you like Nora. Is that it, hm? I mean you did call her 'princess' after all. Was this all a ploy to get with Nora?"
"What are you talking about?! Do you hear yourself?"
Oliver's fist slammed down onto the mattress but Charlie didn't even flinch.
"Call her back! Now!"
Charlie sucked his teeth before looking Oliver up and down with a disapproving glare. He silently pocketed his phone and raised his eyebrow in reproach.
"I SAID CALL HER! NOW!"
"No wonder she left you, Oliver. You're a dick."
"Fuck you!"
Charlie shook his head. "You need to grow up. You're throwing a tantrum over nothing."
"That's not-"
"I'm leaving. I need to see my brother. Tomorrow is going to be tough for him and he needs me."
Oliver angrily shook his head. "Wait, what? You're leaving. No, no you can't. I... we can get the Scott Corps jet together."
Oliver stood up and tried to hold Charlie's hand but he quickly recoiled away before letting out a short laugh of disbelief.
"Are you serious? Don't fucking touch me."
Oliver couldn't understand what he was doing wrong. In hindsight, it was quite obvious he had been a dick and Charlie was angry. But, at that moment, it felt like Charlie had been the one to wrong him yet he was the one that was angry and it made no sense. It felt like the whole world hated him, like he was this sharp point mass in the middle of the earth that attracted disgust and hate. He always fucked up and he didn't even know why.
"I- I didn't mean what I said about you flirting with her. Just... please stay."
Charlie rolled his eyes. "Goodbye."
"Shit. Charlie, stay. I didn't mean-"
Charlie slammed the front door shut before Oliver could get another word in, leaving him alone in the vast Vegas penthouse. He cursed to himself as he looked around the empty room. He messed everything up. It was like his mouth had been acting independent of his brain, spurting stupid accusations that he knew weren't true. Oliver was just angry that Charlie didn't given him the phone but now he was more angry at himself. Why did he always push people away? It wasn't even a conscious effort; just something embedded in his character. It was trait that he would do anything to get rid of but he just couldn't. Everything about him was self-sabotaging and self-destructive and he hated it.
He hated himself.
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Oliver finally arrived at his Manhattan apartment in the pitch dark night. He realised Charlie had already come and taken his stuff after noticing his bag gone. Exhausted, Oliver went to his empty bedroom but not before trudging first into his kitchen to grab a bottle of bourbon. He took a swig straight from the bottle as he entered his room and stared miserably at his his empty bed. He wished he had someone to lie beside.
No. This couldn't be it. He couldn't just give up on Nora. He had to call and text her. She probably wouldn't answer but he couldn't just do nothing. He blindly rummaged around his bed looking for his phone but instead found a bag of pills. Sighing, he popped one in his mouth as if he had no choice. It wasn't a conscious decision- it was a pleasureful chore.
He eventually found his phone under his pillow and went into his messages, ready to compose a message to Nora. One message. Short and sweet. He wouldn't bombard her with a thousand texts. One message. Short and sweet.
'I'm going to Madeline's rehearsal dinner. I really hope I see you there. We should talk. -Oliver'
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Hi guys! Apologies for the late update (in my defence it's only late by 3 days). It's been a rough week as a black person as you can imagine!
There are currently not one but TWO fan-made playlists for the opulence series. One on Spotify by natxliie called 'opulence is not copious' and one by tropicszn on Apple Music by the name 'anjalixneha' called 'opulence'. They're both amazing SO CHECK THEM OUT!!
Hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know a lot happened in it so I hope y'all didn't find it too rushed or anything.
Take care of yourselves. I hope everyone is staying safe.
With lots of love,
-hexed
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