“Yes.” Oliver was a storm against him, and the headboard rattled against the wall. Nick mashed their lips together as Oliver shuddered and bucked against him. Nick pulled him tight, his own orgasm building in his gut and his balls.
Oliver came first, a series of long, low gasps as his ass clenched around Nick and come splashed against both their stomachs. Then Nick spiralled after him, locking Oliver’s body against him as his cock pumped his release.
They were all limbs and sticky heat when they pulled themselves apart. Nick’s hands felt too big, and he tried to kiss Oliver, but his mouth landed between his temple and his eye.
“I don’t think I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.” Oliver lifted his head to smooth his hair down the back of his neck, then buried his face in the crook of his elbow.
“Don’t be dramatic.” Nick nipped at one of Oliver’s flat nipples before he slid off the bed to go deal with the condom.
“I wasn’t being dramatic. I was being complimentary.” He yelped when Nick came back from the bathroom and tossed a wet cloth that landed on Oliver’s stomach with a soft splat.
“Clean up. You’ll get gross if you stay like that, and I’m not going to want to let you up once we’re in bed.”
Oliver grinned evilly at him as he wiped the come off his belly. “I thought we were in bed. You’re the one who got out of it.”
Nick glared at him as he folded himself back down onto the mattress. Oliver wrapped himself around Nick again, biting gently at his chin.
“You okay?” he asked.
Nick ran a hand over Oliver’s hair and down his back, breathing in his scent and grounding himself. He was here. With Oliver. Anya and Hayden were elsewhere. Not far, but the separation between them was already growing.
“Hey.” Oliver nuzzled at his throat. “Stay with me.”
“I’m trying.” He was. He wanted Oliver, wanted to build something with him. It was hard to picture, but he had faith they’d make it happen.
Oliver’s tongue did distracting things in the hollow between Nick’s collarbones. “Want to hear another funny story?”
Nick laughed and kissed the top of his head. “Does it involve another ex-boyfriend showing up out of nowhere? Or someone who would like to be your boyfriend but isn’t me? Because I just had my dick in your ass, and now is not a good time for that kind of story.”
Oliver pinched him, then squirmed until Nick had him trapped under his body, pressing him down. Nick kissed him, trying to print Oliver’s taste in his brain. All of it. He wanted all of it.
“Seriously though.” Oliver broke away long enough to speak. “I need to tell you something.”
Nick rolled onto his back. “Fine. Tell me.”
Oliver followed him, resting his chin on Nick’s chest, trailing small kisses on his skin that made it harder to hold onto his anxiety. “I think you should know, before you go all in with me, that there is a very good chance that I could be unemployed within the near future.”
“Unem—” Nick lifted his head.
Oliver’s eyes were serious, but they didn’t look worried. He ran a hand over Nick’s cheek, before sliding it down his chest, covering his heart. “The store. It’s not—today, with Hayden. I’m good at that. I was always good at that. And I think the juice bar was me holding on to a dream that wasn’t really mine. Or I was trying to prove that I could make it a success after my relationship with Cooper failed so badly. But the thing is, there isn’t anyone left who cares whether the business lives or dies.”
“I care.” Nick struggled to follow what Oliver was saying.
“About the juice bar?” Oliver’s grin tugged at one corner.
“About you.”
“Exactly. About me. And I care about us. But I’ve been spending a lot of time and energy trying to keep something afloat when, maybe, I don’t believe in it all that much to begin with.”
Nick stared up at the ceiling, letting the heat of Oliver’s body bleed into his. “So what will you do instead?”
Oliver kissed his chest. “That is a completely different question. Something that can wait until tomorrow.”
“But—”
“Tomorrow.” Oliver leaned up to kiss his mouth. “What’s the worst that can happen?”
Epilogue
