A/N (Sorry I never do these .') Chapter is a bit morbid but it's in the name of comedy. Mild sexual content.

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Enrique

It had been a relatively nice evening overall, consisting mostly of mild banter and getting to know you questions that became more awkward the more wine everyone drank. By the time our food came we were all in high spirits and just buzzed enough to keep a nice conversation going. Now I sat on the loveseat of Oliver's makeshift apartment, running my hand down the cress of his back and holding him tightly against me, our lips only unlocking when one of us began struggling to breath. He nibbled gently on my bottom lip, running his tongue across the opening of my teeth as though begging to be let in.

It amazed me how much he'd opened up as a sexual being in such a short amount of time, figuring out extremely quickly what he liked and disliked and becoming, overall, significantly more relaxed in the bedroom. Or occasionally living room.

"Wait," He mumbled into my mouth just as I had begun to unhook his belt buckle. I pulled back, brushing away the beads of sweat that had begun running down the sides of my face.

"Do you want me to stop?"

"No," He said. "I mean, yes, but not because I don't like it."

I got off of him, sitting upright on the couch and giving him room to pull himself back up.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine." He was smiling at me, touching a hand to the back of my head and running his fingers through my hair, twisting at a stray curl. "I just want to try something, that's all."

"Do you want to top this time? I'm not against the idea, but I've never bottomed before. I'm nowhere near prepared for that."

"That's not it," He giggled, planting a gentle kiss onto my cheek. He was averting eye contact, face now flushed with an uncertain looking smile.

I sighed with relief that his plan hadn't been to suddenly switch on me, not without giving me significant time to grow accustomed to the idea, at least. His head hardly came up to my shoulders and he weighed nearly nothing. I was sure there was a way for it to happen, but I couldn't for the life of me figure out how.

Getting up from the comfort of the loveseat, he took hold of my knees, moving me carefully into a sitting position before kneeling down on the floor in front of me, unbuttoning the front of my jeans. Was he about to do what I thought he was?

"Ollie," I mumbled, "You don't have to do this is you're not comfortable-"

"Don't talk," He said, "It's awkward."

It wasn't the first time I'd felt his fingers wrapped around my dick, but between the excitement about what was about to happen mixed with the heat of his breath on my exposed member, my body was getting desperate for him to continue.

"Are you sure?" I said quietly, "I could talk you through it if you want."

He slowly brought the skin down, opening his mouth just enough to get the front of his tongue out passed his teeth and running it across the head, sending shivers shooting up my spine as I cussed quietly under my breath.

"It's not so bad," He smiled, "It just tastes like skin."

Without taking it in his mouth quite yet, he continued to just run his tongue up the shaft, taking a moment to meet my eyes while touching it against a pouting lower lip. He was really going for a sexy look, lips turning up into the tiniest of smiles before taking the tip into his mouth.

"Watch the teeth," I winced, hit with a sharp discomfort. He was trying to move his tongue in a circle but his mouth didn't seem to have enough space, and what had started out as an extremely pleasant experience had begun getting more and more uncomfortable, causing me to grit my teeth together while holding my breath. He was clearly trying, but I wasn't going to stay hard for very long is this was the extent of his effort. "Ollie… can you-"

Without warning, the slight gap in his bottom front teeth that I had seconds ago found cute, scraped against the frenulum, causing an intense amount of pain to shoot up every inch of my body and causing me to suddenly jerk violently, trying not to scream in what was the exact opposite of pleasure.

The whole thing happened so quickly, my kneecap slamming against Oliver's face and making his head fly back, voice cracking as a muffled 'ow' left his lips.

I'd kneed him right in the face. Hard.

"Fuck, I'm sorry!" I yelled, pulling myself to my feet and over to where he now sat in a front forward fetal position, cupping his face in his hands and whimpering.

That was when I noticed the blood, starting at the front of my pants and following to where Oliver lay moaning.

"Something cracked!" He cried, "There was a loud crack!"

I took hold of his face to see where the blood was coming from, trying to pry his cupped hands, which were coated in it, off of his nose and mouth.

"Where is it coming from?"

"My nose…" He suddenly wailed loudly in agony, shrieking before grabbing his face tighter. "It's in the back of my throat, why is there so much blood!?"

"You need to go to the emergency room, I think I broke your nose."

"You think!?"

"Hold still, I'm gonna pick you up."

He coughed violently, more blood shooting out between the cracks of his fingers and causing him to finally let go of his face. I tried to see the extent of the injury, his nose wasn't misshapen or anything, but the bleeding didn't seem to be slowing down at all. Now running down his neck like a faucet.

"You are not picking me up. Just help me walk."

I obeyed without question, looping my arm around his chest and helping get him to the elevator, although I really wished that the stairs were currently an option, seeing as I did not want to listen to Oliver's fucking violin music play through the speakers while he stood next to me likely wishing I was dead.

"Your parents are gonna think I punched you… This isn't going to help me get on their good side."

"You kicked me in the face!"

"Technically, I kneed you."

"Fuck off!"

I couldn't tell if the sudden hit to the nose had caused his tear ducts to overflow or if he was crying, and I sure as hell wasn't about to ask, dragging him out onto the first floor with zero idea where the nearest hospital was, or how to get a hold of his driver. It didn't matter, though, seeing as there was still one problem that the sudden adrenaline rush had caused me to not think about.

"Oh my god!" His mom suddenly yelled out, racing to where we stood and practically tearing her precious injured baby out of my arms, "What happened, here!?"

"I-"

She didn't wait for me to offer any form of explanation, just bringing him over to the sink and turning the water on, leaving his head to hang over the side while she grabbed an unopened roll of paper towels.

"Enrique, ice!" She yelled, pointing toward the large freezer, "Go."

Although we had left a trail of red dots along the flooring like some sort of sex injured Hansel and Gretel, the bleeding seemed to be slowing enough where I was actually able to get a good look at what was happening, a large clot mixed with mucus hanging off his upper lip as he coughed into the open sink which now looked like a murder scene. I trusted that she had it under control, though, focusing now on opening the freezer and pulling out a large cooling pack while leaving the print of my hand stained to the door.

"I'msosorryI'msosorryI'msosorry!" I continued to shout, now standing along the booth of them as she grabbed an enormous wad of paper towel and shoved it onto his face, causing him to scream in pain. "I think his nose is broken."

"What happened?" She asked, anger mixed in with a side of concern. She wet the towels, now carefully starting to wipe his face off.

"I, uh… I accidentally kneed him in the face…"

"How?"

"He… bit me."

"I did not!" Oliver suddenly yelled. I hadn't even realized he was listening.

"I mean, not on purpose."

"Both of you be quiet," His mother huffed, holding her palm out at me. "Back up. What do you mean he bit you? Why was his face even by your-"

She froze abruptly, face suddenly turning the same color as the blood that coated the sink and bringing her eyes down to the front of my pants, which were now stained and still unbuttoned. Closing her eyes, she let out a sigh of absolute defeat.

"Oh, for goodness sake…" She muttered, "Enrique, button your damn pants…"

"I'm sorry," I said again before obeying, this time to her more than him. "Should… should we take him to the hospital?"

"No," She sighed, "Not yet, anyway. We'll wait for the swelling to go down and take a look at the damage." She pulled him up from the sink, lifting his chin as though inspecting an artifact. He was starting to bruise under his eyes, and the blood that had yet to be wiped up was now crusting over, forcing him to have to breath out of his mouth. "There's no change to the overall shape, so you shouldn't require resetting. You're going to rest for the remainder of today and I'll call your primary care provider and see what she says to do. I want you to stay down here where I can keep an eye on you, though. You'll need to use ice for about twenty minutes ever hour to stop the swelling." She looked toward me, noticing my raised eyebrow. "I have four brothers." She explained.

"Maybe I could help get him cleaned up first; get him into clean clothes."

"I think you've done plenty."

"Please, Olivia," I begged, "He's my boyfriend, plus this is all my fault. Let me help take care of him."

She gave me a look I knew all too well, one I had seen on her many times. She didn't trust me, but she did seem to pity me.

"Fine," She sighed, "Both of you should be changing into clean clothes anyway. Throw anything with blood on it down the laundry shoot, I'll have the maid take care of it."

Oliver was finishing attempting to wipe his face with as little discomfort as possible, not daring to touch the crust that built on the inside of his nostrils. He wouldn't be leaving the house for awhile, not like this, I was sure he'd rather be in a body bag.

"Come on," I said quietly, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before we made our way back up to his room.

There was one thing I knew for certain.

I wouldn't be asking him to try that again anytime soon.

XXX

Oliver

We were silent when going back upstairs, the tension in the air currently thick enough to cut. I was in pain, I was covered in blood, and my mother knew that I'd had Enrique's penis in my mouth. Honestly, did it even matter who it belonged to? My mother knew that I'd had a penis in my mouth and that in itself was humiliating.

I hadn't found the first half of the experiment to be bad at all. Similar to what I had read online and what Celeste had told me to expect, there had been a bit of a salty taste near the slit, and the smell of musk was something that would take getting used to, but really my only complaint during the first moment I had taken him in my mouth was the amount of hair he had and that I would have to ask him to trim it next time. Everything else, if I said so myself, had been a rather pleasant experience.

Up until he kneed me in the face, that was.

"Why did you tell my mother than I bit you?" I asked, the pain in my sinuses radiating as we stepped back into my room. The entire area near the couch looked like someone had been massacred, making my stomach churn.

"Because you did."

"I did not."

"Ollie, I appreciate the attempt, really I do, but that was the worst blowjob I've ever had in my life."

He unbuttoned my shirt, letting it fall to the ground before leading me by the hand into the small kitchen and wetting a washcloth, wringing it out before touching it gently to my stained chest.

"That's mean."

"It's not your fault," He smiled gently, "You had never done that before. If anything, I feel honored to be the one you wanted to try it on." He touched a hand to my cheek, eyes still holding an apology, "I'm really sorry I hurt you, I feel terrible."

"You broke my nose."

"In my defense, you tried to circumcise me."

He set the washcloth in the sink, taking me back into my room with care and helping me to strip the remainder of my clothing before undressing himself of his bloodstained outfit. Throwing everything onto a pile, we cleaned off our skin as best as we could before dressing in clothing that was significantly more casual, Enrique having me hold my hands over my face as he slipped a cotton shirt over my head, working hard to avoid where I was injured.

"I'm exhausted," I sighed.

"It's the adrenaline wearing off. How about we get you set up on the couch downstairs and you can take a nap?"

I nodded, allowing him to lace his fingers with mine as we took the elevator for what was now the third time in a thirty minute period. I was going to need to change the music if I ever wanted to enjoy my violin solos again.

The ping of the doors brought me out of my slight trance, the kitchen now being worked on by one of the maids while my mother was nowhere to be found.

"Probably taking a smoke break," Enrique said as though reading my mind. "How about you lay down?"

"Will you stay with me?" I asked.

He nodded, pulling me extremely carefully into his shoulder and kissing the side of my head while we took a seat on the couch. He lay behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and helping to lay me down before snuggling himself against my back without daring to let go.

"Enrique?" I whispered.

"Hm?"

"When my face heels, would you… teach me how to do that?"

"How to break a nose with your kneecap?"

"Shut up, you know what I mean."

His chest vibrated into my back as he giggled, pulling me in even tighter.

"I don't want you doing something that you don't feel comfortable with."

"Have you met me? You know I wouldn't have tried it if I didn't want to."

"No offense, but I'll probably be turned off to the idea for a bit."

A gentle creek could be heard from the floor as my mother suddenly made her way into the room, touching a pack of ice to my face as gently as she could and causing me to wince in pain. Was I crazy, or was she trying not to smile? She appeared to be biting at her lower lip and her face had the tiniest of a flush to it, eyes red and glossed over.

Had she… had she been laughing? Was this funny to her!?

"It's gonna hurt for awhile, cherie, you need to ice it, though." She smirked slightly, a huff of air leaving her nose, "Your dignity on the other hand, I can do nothing to help."

I kept my eyes low, trying as best I could to not look at her. My mother wasn't stupid, she was well aware what we had been doing. We weren't children, plus we were in a relationship. She was no longer in denial that I was having sex, and if anything, there was evidence this time…

Taking a blanket from under the cover of the ottoman, she draped it over the two of us, just below where my hands held tightly to Enrique's.

"Thank you," He mumbled.

"Hands where I can see them at all times."

I blushed, unable to stop a small smile from forming on my face while thinking about what I had told him the day before.

She was coming around.