Obsession

Playing

I loved the feel of his hair in my hands, even though I knew he hated when I messed it up. His hair was everything to him. He spent a lot of time on it. Loved to style it. And I loved the attention he gave me whenever I messed it up.

Dodging his hand as he went to slap my arm away, I chuckled as he ran a hand through his hair, then gulped as he sliced his eyes to me, his hair completely dishevelled. He looked ... wow. Messed up or styled ... Oliver could pull off any kind of hair style.

And still look fucking gorgeous.

"Seriously, man," he grumbled as he jumped off my bed, tossing his controller on the comforter. He ran a hand through his hair, trying to smooth it out. I watched him, my mouth watering as the golden coloured strands ran between his fingers.

A twitch in my crotch caused me to lean forward slightly.

Shit.

I didn't need this right now.

Control yourself, for fuck's sake.

"Why?" Oliver asked as he stood in front of me, hands on his hips. "Why the hair?" He frowned at me and I grinned. He looked pissed off, but I was happy. I just ... loved him looking at me.

I shrugged as he grumbled, while leaning down to grab my broken controller off the floor. I watched as he grabbed the battery, frowning to himself as he worked at trying to fix the controller.

Oliver was my best friend. I knew so much about him. His favourite colour. His favourite movie. His favourite food. I knew that he loved to cook and he had dreams of being a lawyer some day.

I knew all about the things he loved to share about himself ... his absolute love of music, his favourite band, the fact that he was close with his older brother.

And I even knew that one thing about him that he would never share with anyone.

Stuff he would never tell anyone. Even me.

His big secret. The secret that he kept to himself. The secret that made me love him even more than I did.

Oliver was gay. I was sure of it.

I had seen him check out other guys at school, in the hallways. His eyes always seemed to seek out the guys. I had watched him check out the other guys on the basketball team, even glanced at him when he stared at Dylan, the captain of the football team. I had seen his brilliant blue eyes scan the length of Dylan's body, from his dark hair, down his strong back, resting a little on his tight ass, before moving down his long legs. Imean, I could understand that. Dylan was hot. And completely unaware.

Just like every other guy at our school.

And while that didn't always bother me too much, him staring at other boys, I had always thought that he would check me out one day, find me attractive. Maybe even look at me the way he looked at other guys.

Just once.

Was that too much to ask?

I sighed.

I was dreaming. He would never look at me that way.

Ever.

I would only ever be his best friend. Nothing more. I mean, if he really was attracted to me, I was pretty sure I would know it by now.

Running a hand down my face, I pursed my lips.

Oliver Pierce was the guy of my dreams. I just wished I was his.

"There you go, asshole." He tossed the controller on my lap as he rolled his eyes. Wagging a finger at me, he shook his head. "No more tantrums."

I stuck my tongue out, then grinned at him ... and tried to keep my jaw in place as he smirked sexily at me.

Shit.

How the fuck was I supposed to stay close to him, be his best friend, and not have a heart attack? Seriously, this guy was trying to stop my heart at every turn. And he didn't even know it.

He flopped down on the bed next to me, picking up his own controller. Casting me a sidelong glance, he cocked a brow, sending my heart rate to a new high.

"Wanna another go?" He motioned with his head towards the TV, and the games console sitting next to it.

Swallowing to try to relieve my dry mouth, I nodded. Then shoved his shoulder. "Don't make me die this time," I grumbled.

He chuckled. "I don't make you die. You do that all on your own."

He set up the game, and I watched him from the corner of my eye as he stuck out his tongue, concentrating on what he was doing. His cute button nose was scrunched up while he messed about with the controller.

I ... just wanted to touch him. Run my hands through his blonde hair. Kiss his full lips. But ... how would I tell him that? How would I start that conversation?

He had no idea I was even gay. I kept on dating girls, trying to hide that part of myself from the world ... but mostly from Oliver. While I was finally coming to terms with my own sexuality, I didn't want to make it too obvious. I didn't want to scare Oliver away.

He was my first crush. And I was sure no other guy would measure up to him. Well, none had so far.

"Hey, dude." I poked his shoulder with my finger. He shrugged it off, so I poked him again, just to annoy him.

"What?" he asked, pressing buttons on the controller as he set up a new game, a frown on his handsome face.

"You didn't hear my cry for help earlier?" He turned to stare at me and I rolled my eyes, shoving him. "I asked if you had any notes from Mr Ramsey's class. We have a test tomorrow. Remember?"

"And you haven't studied for it?" He shook his head, a smile tugging at his full lips as he nudged me with his shoulder, turning his attention back to the TV, but still watching me out of the corner of his eye.

"Course not. I was hoping you'd help me out, seeing as I'm your best friend and all." I fluttered my eyelashes at him.

He sighed and leaned back against my headboard, his long legs stretched out along my bed. He was as tall as me, with lean muscles and strong arms. He kept himself fit and active, so much so, Coach made him captain of the basketball team. A role he took very seriously. And I was happy for him. I loved to play alongside him on the court. He was fearless, took risks and was just brilliant at the game.

"So?" I pushed his shoulder with mine. "Do you have any notes I could copy or what?"

Rolling his eyes, Oliver nudged me back. "You better not copy all my notes word for word. I don't want to get in trouble for cheating or anything." He frowned at me as I snorted. As if Oliver would ever get into trouble. He was the basketball team captain, a straight A student and as handsome as hell.

Nah. He wouldn't get into trouble.

Oliver Pierce was fucking perfect.