#and wicky decided that they fully couldn't

[zimms]

ooo 1 & Ollie/Wicks? 👀

incompatible - a balladeer

It's chemically decided love is blind

And so, I don't know what hit me

Let me fall into your arms, for I am sure

That they are going to fit me

Though we're incompatible

Ollie heaves a sigh as he gazes down at Wicky in the bed next to his. How can everything he wants be so goddamn close and yet so far away?

He’s not entirely sure how he’s been able to keep this crush under wraps for the past three years, and to be frank, he probably hasn’t, if the pitying looks that Ransom shoots his way are anything to go by. He foolishly thought that it would go away if he tried to keep some distance between him and Wicky for a bit, but that plan didn’t work in freshman year, and two more years of close proximity haven’t done anything to minimise his crush either. 

Which is what brings Ollie to the here and now: pining for his best friend in some anonymous hotel in the middle of nowhere, Michigan. 

Today’s game had been pretty standard - a loss in overtime to a team that has always been and will always be better than Samwell. It’s the same result that they’d had playing this team for the past three years, seamlessly predictable. However, the one part of the trip that hadn’t gone without a hitch was the rooming situation. 

Yeah, Ollie and Wicky are usually road roommates, that’s pretty normal. 

But this, the whole ‘there’s only one bed thing,’ yeah, that’s definitely not normal. 

Like, it isn’t the worst; the hotel was extremely apologetic and had given them two separate comforters at least, but there isn’t the usual safe distance of a few feet to keep Ollie from subconsciously reaching out for what he so desperately wants. 

They’d had the option to say no, of course, but Wicky had dived in to say yes all too quickly, clearly not as torn by his feelings as Ollie. 

That’s one of the worst things about being in love with your road roommate, line mate, best friend; the fact that you can tell all too easily that they don’t feel the same way about you. Wicky never blinks at the amount of physical affection they share, all too easily agreeing to share a bed, hug each other for perhaps a little too long, kiss each other’s helmets after a great goal on the ice. 

Ollie used to take it as a sign that perhaps Wicky might feel the same way too, opening up to Ollie’s casual affection in a way he doesn’t with anyone else. Now? Now Ollie sees it as a sign of rejection; Wicky’s ease in returning his affection shows just how much he doesn’t even think about their interactions and how they could be a sign of more. 

Wicky rolls onto his side in his sleep, arm flopping down onto the mattress and landing in the chasm between the two of them, and Ollie freezes, breath catching in his throat. 

Wicky doesn’t move anymore though, his hand remaining there like an invitiation. 

And slowly, slowly, because he’s a masochist if nothing else, Ollie allows himself to let his arm settle next to Wicky’s and let their fingers brush. 

Wicky won’t realise in the morning, so Ollie allows himself to have this. 

It’s the closest he’ll get to the real thing after all.

#:(( #i don't like writing them sad #so please believe that they wake up with their hands actually clasped together #and wicky #dumb idiotic wonderful wicky #takes it for a sign and kisses ollie #who flounders before kissing back and realising that he could have had this all along #(in some of my imaginings of this story #there's a more heartbreaking version of this where they have hooked up before #and wicky decided that they fully couldn't #but i can't allow ollie to be that sad and lonely) #ollie and wicks #olliewicks #omgcp #my writing #thank you so much syd!!! #syd tag!