A/N: Strong Language. Adult scenes.
A/N: A few things have changed to add drama.
This has got to be one of the most embarrasing moments of his life. Other than Eric finding out that he's never touched himself and blurting out to Maeve that he was a virgin. That's all he needed, one of the hottest girls he'd ever seen to realize that he was frigid. Nice job. He wakes up from the past to stare at several pairs of eyes, and arms touching him.
"Sweet-heart are you okay!"
"Oatie thank god. We thought you might be dead!" Eric explains.
"A little dramatic Eric, he was flailing and moaning, and squawking faintly actually"
Lily, why don't you and Jakub go downstairs and help yourself to the cherry cola?" She asked brightly. They both go downstairs. While Jean takes a few cautious steps towards him. To her sons relief, Eric as usual takes charge passing him his shirt, getting him seated on the bed, passing him bottled water, that he didn't even know was there. His mother nods and leaves them to it.
It's One of the many reasons that he missed him. He always knew what do to. "Come here man" He coos waiting for him to lean into him before cradling him against his chest. It feels so good. So normal. Unlike whatever he was doing with Lily. Flashbacks of her lying on the bed trying to touch his crotch made him cringe.
"Thanks...for being here"
"No choice, you know how much I love Nutella. You've got a never ending stock so I can-" The words are cut off as Otis kisses him. Then he gets up and locks the door.
"I did miss you" He tells him softly. He's never done this before, but he's sure he's watched enough porn to know what he's doing. He goes over leaning on the floor and timidly rubbing Eric's thighs.
Oatie, you've just had a panic attack because of sex, I don't think"
"I can do this...if you want it?" Otis asked. To relief Eric nods and leans further back on the bed. All Otis wants to do is make him moan. The trousers slide down and he begins running his hand over his crotch, noting the outline of his dick that begins to get hard.
"I know you wanted your first time to be more romantic but...I can more than..."
"Oat-dough...this isn't my first time"
"The butlin's stuff?"
"No...Adam. Shit...he blew me in detention...I know...but it's true!" Eric sighs in disbelief.
Otis moves back and sits on the end of the bed, like he's just told him that he'd covered in genital warts. He huffed out a jagged cough and clutched his side. "Adam. As in Groff?" He asked, praying that he doesn't mean that guy. But he grits his teeth and his friend nods. "I think I'm okay. You should go"
"You're mad at me?" Eric asks.
"I don't know...please leave" Otis told him honestly pointing to the door. He watches his best friend walk out of his room again. He sits on his bed and turns the television on shocked but relieved. Eric still cared about him, that gave him more hope than he'd had yesterday.