Ditch Able Wedding Date - MxM

Chapter Thirty-Two - LEFT OR RIGHT?

Chapter Thirty-Two - LEFT OR RIGHT?

"Do you have a preference?"

Oliver still felt like he was in a daze, his finger still clinging to his lips, and that question confused him.

"What are you talking about?" He blinked.

"For the bed." Theodore responded, going to stand near the edge of it. "Do you have a side you want to sleep on? Left, or right?"

"Doesn't matter."

He cocked an eyebrow at the response. "Remember what I texted you last time?"

Oh, right. There was a vague memory of Theodore mentioning that he had a choice when it came to things.

"I'll take the left side." He finally said.

"And leave me on the side with the air conditioner." He mumbled. "Great."

"Fine. Give me the right side."

"Absolutely not." Theodore pointed a finger at him. "I asked you, and you made a choice."

As he moved the covers to get himself situated, Oliver wondered if he would actually get some sleep tonight.

Oliver turned off all the lights, leaving only the light on the nightstand still lit. After going to the bathroom and changing his clothes, he went to the left side of the bed. Theodore was as far as he could possibly be on the right side, to minimize the chance of them getting close together. 

As he laid down on his side and felt himself go stiff. He might have just had Theodore's tongue in his mouth, this was the moments things got awkward. Not when Theodore's hands were on his body and left him gasping for thought, but now as they were side by side in the bed like two lovers who just had sex.

"Do you want the light off?"

"Sure," he whispered.

Darkness suddenly engulfed them as he turned off the light.

The both of them were laying on their backs, gazes up at the ceiling.

"This isn't just weird for me too, right?" Oliver asked after a few minutes. He had been staring at the ceiling the entire time and was driving himself mad as he counted the squares.

"The laying here next to each other or the fact that our tongues got to know each other?"

"That there are only fifty-seven squares on the ceiling." He sarcastically responded. "Not even fifty-six or fifty-eight but fifty-seven. Man, I hate of numbers."

"That's really what you're focusing on?"

The bed creaked, and through the pitch-black darkness, he knew Theodore shifted his head to look at him. Only Oliver kept his eyes on the ceiling and the odd number of squares.

"That's all I can focus on."

Theodore sighed, defeated. "Get some sleep, Oliver."

"Will you actually get some sleep tonight?"

The question felt risky, and a brief pause was heard, like he was thinking about if he should answer or not. But then he sighed like the first time, moment gone. "Maybe I would if the person next to me would shut up."

"Fine, shutting up now." Oliver grumbled.

The bed creaked for a second time, now as he moved to his side, so he was facing the wall. 

There was no response, so Oliver closed his eyes and willed himself to go to sleep. A few minutes afterwards, that wish came true.

***

Sunlight poured through the hotel room during the semi early hours, and Oliver slowly opened his eyes. He knew within a second he was alone, but after a moment, he found out why. There was a loud shuffling noise that had awoken him, and he found Theodore on the edge of the bed.

"What are you doing?"

His voice was rough and dry, so he could barely hear the question he put together. But Theodore heard him just fine. He even laughed as he responded.

"Putting on my shoes. If I have to walk around the floor barefoot, I'm going to catch something." He turned to glance over his shoulder at him. "Did you know that you snore?"

Oliver placed a hand over his face, embarrassed. "God, that's attractive." 

"Not what I would call it." He muttered. "Get up. My mother is expecting us at her house by eleven. So, we should hit the road a little before noon."

When Oliver glanced at his phone, he saw that it was a quarter after ten. He was surprised that he slept that long, but when he got up, he felt rested. Small victories, he assumed.

It took him over an hour to get ready. He didn't say anything to the other man until he was leaving the bathroom. That's when he noticed how slow his movements were. Almost like he was jet lagged.

"Did you sleep at all last night?"

Theodore was rummaging through his things. "How could I, with how loud you were snoring?"

"I'm being serious."

"So, am I. You snored like it was a paying job."

Seeing that the conversation was going nowhere, Oliver decided to change the subject.

"Is everyone going to be there today?"

"Most likely." He nodded, then glanced at his watch. "Give me another fifteen minutes and then we can head out."

Twenty-five minutes later, a little after noon, they were situated in the Tacoma, driving the familiar way to his childhood home. When they arrived on the busy street, the entire driveway was filled with various cars littered. Theodore couldn't find a parking spot, until he drove over the pristine lawn and parked on the grass. He ignored Oliver's shocked expression as he shut off the engine.

"Let's get this over with."