Reality
"Niall, you evil bastard!" Percy sat on Oliver's bed, hands twisting and thumping one of the goose feather pillows Oliver loved so much. Percy's eyes were glued to the television screen and the red head was temporarily unaware of the Scottish man leant against the door frame. Percy's fingers twisted around what Oliver guessed would be the neck of the pillow as a woman on the screen started howling. "Kieron!" Percy whimpered as the woman on screen started shouting at the priest. She'd called the young man out, dragged him out of the closet in front of the entire village whilst the Priest's lover, her own son, begged and pleaded for her to stop. The priest was devastated afterwards, he'd lost his calling and was questioning his faith, all because he loved a boy who was nearly a man. The program ended and Percy quickly scrabbled for the remote.
Oliver was closer and got it first, much to Percy's horror. The next episode would be shown on another channel straight away and Oliver didn't know the channel number. "Oliver, Quick! We have to see what happens... and Max! Oliver, Max is going to die!" Percy wailed grasping Oliver's shirt, eyes tearing as he clung to his best friend. Oliver smiled, trying to settle his speeding heart as he held the remote out of Percy's reach. "Why are you so bothered? It's just a TV show" The Scot quirked a brow, far too amused by the situation and the fact that someone as intelligent as Percy would be watching something so over the top as Hollyoaks. Percy gasped in horror, staring at Oliver's blasphemous lips. He couldn't believe he'd just said that. "Oliver! It's interesting" This caused the Scot to snort. "Oh come on... John Paul just found love again after a horrid relationship with his best friend who couldn't admit that he was gay and now look! He finally found a nice guy and religion is getting in the way" Percy was still trying to grasp the remote, bouncing on his tiptoes and coming only inches away from it. Oliver laughed in a deep booming tone that always sent shivers down Percy's spine. "You sound a bit... interested in this John Paul" He straightened his face, trying desperately not to laugh as he looked down at Percy with what he hoped was a serious expression. The red head in question looked down, hands fidgeting for a moment before he cast unsure eyes to Oliver. "Well you see... I sorta like" He was cut off by Oliver's lips, unaware that the television changed channels at the same moment; as the other man did in fact know the number for the channel. Oliver pulled away after nipping Percy's lower lip and passed him the remote with a wink. He playfully shoved the red head back onto the bed before leaving the room to make some tea. Percy touched a hand to his lips and by now had completely forgotten that Myra had just outed Kieron and Niall was about to kill Max
Author's Notes: What can I say? I love me some Percy and Oliver, and some Kieron and John Paul :)
Was just a silly little idea I had and wanted to get off my chest