I OWN NOTHING! And I'm not on tumblr, but I was skulking around the other day looking for smoaking billionaires fics and came across the prompt "She loves me, she loves me not...oh." So then this popped into my head and it hasn't left so I'm putting it here. Tommy established as bi, but it was never really a big deal between them, except when Oliver and Tommy's ex Carter hated each other. Set in high school, back story is that Tommy and Oliver both needed tutoring (original, I know), and they got assigned consecutive slots with Felicity Smoak so they just went together since they had a lot of the same classes anyways. They all became friends, crushes developed, blah blah blah on with the show. Enjoy!
"She loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not..."
The old schoolyard mantra repeated in Oliver's head as he walked towards the library nook where he, Tommy, and Felicity usually studied. Seeing Felicity again after being apart from her for the month of winter break had made him realized just how deep his little crush on her went. So that was that, today was the day he was going to confess to her that his feelings over the past few months had grown beyond platonic. The two-hour block that she had set aside for him and Tommy (officially, she had no problem whipping them into shape any other time of the week either,) started at 2 o'clock, it was just 1:40 now. Hopefully, they would have some time to talk before Tommy arrived.
Oliver took it as a good sign that the voice in his head said "she loves me!" as he rounded the last corner, but it quickly reverted to "she loves me not" when he saw Felicity on Tommy's lap, the two of them wrapped in each other's arms and kissing. Maybe he made a noise, or maybe Tommy and Felicity were just crazy observant even when making out, but the two of them broke apart and Felicity stood up, though she did so with none of the embarrassment he might have expected.
She did, however, look over her shoulder at Tommy to exchange smiles with him before striding over to Oliver.
"I'm sorry, I mean, I was going to, but I didn't realize..."
"Normally I'm the one talking in sentence fragments," Felicity cut him off.
And then she launched herself towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him full on the mouth.
When Oliver gets over first the shock and then the joy of her kissing him, he gently pushes her away. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Felicity looking a tad put out, but Oliver's attention is focused on Tommy. To his surprise, Tommy is reclining on the couch, watching them with a slight, contented smile and flipping a highlighter between his fingers.
"What's going on?" he croaks out.
Tommy sighs, rising to sling an arm around his shoulders.
"Sit down man," he suggests, while Felicity nods.
He follows them back to the piece of furniture, where he and Tommy plop down on either side of Felicity.
"So." Tommy begins, "Apparently, you and I had the same idea, I just got here faster." he says, the shiniest of Tommy Merlyn smiles flashing across his face.
"What he means to say," Felicity cuts in, shooting a glare to Tommy before glancing over at Oliver, "is that he came ambling in here about 10 minutes ago, professing his love and sweeping me off my feet."
"It wasn't quite that dramatic," Tommy interjects. "What she MEANS to say is that I sat next to her on the couch, told her she looked beautiful, and asked if she wanted to get dinner this Saturday. And then she kissed me."
"You kissed me!" Felicity replies indignantly.
Oliver cuts them off before they can go on. "How exactly does this relate to Felicity locking her lips on to mine?" He questions, perhaps a bit more harshly than he had intended. But hey, he doesn't need a consolation kiss for getting to the girl second, before watching her waltz off into the sunset.
"We're getting to that!" the woman in question replies. "No faith!" she says, looking at Tommy, who sighs and shakes his head in mock disappointment.
"ANYWAYS" Felicity says, turning back to Oliver. "After some more" here, she smirks, "pleasantries, I remarked that it was a pity you couldn't come along with us. You are VERY pretty. I was mostly joking, by the way. Not that you aren't nice to look at. You are nice to look at. I mean...yeah. You know you are. Anyways, I was joking about bringing you along , not about how pretty you are."
"So," Tommy says, ignoring the rambling both boys are used to by now, "I said 'we should' and she said 'really' and I said 'yeah, why not' and she said 'would he even want to?' and that's how we decided to invite you on our date."
"But we figured it would be a good idea to test the waters," Felicity adds.
"So you kissed me." says Oliver.
"Yes." she replies. "Would you like to go on a date with us this Saturday?"
Oliver hesitates for a minute, trying to see Tommy around Felicity so he can truly gauge the other man's reaction.
"Oh for heaven's sake." says Felicity, standing up so that Tommy can scoot over.
"I'm not going to listen to the next conversation," she announces, once she has resettled herself on the far side of Tommy with her ever-present tablet.
Oliver chuckles a little before his expression turns serious.
"Are you sure?" he asks. "I mean, I'm not going to get in the way of"
But he is cut off when Tommy presses their lips together.
"You're not getting in the way of anything." Tommy says firmly.
Oliver smiles thoughtfully.
"You know, that's my first time kissing a guy."
Tommy laughs and says "wanna do it again?" and so Oliver takes that as an invitation to do so.
When the kiss breaks and Oliver opens his eyes (that will definitely not be his last time kissing a guy,he thinks to himself), his and Tommy's foreheads rest together. His hands are on Tommy's shoulders, and one of the other man's hands is on his waist. Tommy's other hand has somehow become intertwined with one of Felicity's and sits near his waist. Felicity's free hand is working away at whatever it is on her screen and she has a slight smile on her face. Tommy must have squeezed her hand or something, because she looks up from the work and the smile turns into a full-blown grin as the boys lean back from each other.
"So, Saturday?" she questions, while Tommy exaggerates a pout, complete with puppy-dog eyes.
"Absolutely." Oliver replies.
"Oh." says the little voice in his head. "Ok."