Nick trembled. “No.” Theirs hadn’t been the kind of father-son relationship for important talks. Maybe someday, if they survived.
“Do you think he’d—I’m mean, if he was bullying a gay classmate...If he knew about us, would he—” Even Oliver looked afraid to ask, and Nick couldn’t make himself answer.
This question lived in the blackest, most terrifying parts of his mind. He’d asked himself a similar question only once, not long after Hayden had been arrested. Not about Oliver, necessarily, but about Hayden’s reaction to Nick’s own sexuality. He had no idea where Hayden’s hatred for his classmate came from—Anya certainly didn’t believe those things—but if it was legitimate, if he felt the same way about Nick...
He pressed closer to Oliver, seeking comfort and maybe distraction, and Oliver seemed to know exactly what he needed.
Their kiss was like the night at the restaurant. Gentle at first, and then Nick reached for him, fingers burying in Oliver’s hair as his mouth opened to let Oliver inside. Warmth filled his chest, pouring over the rest of his body. Nick shifted, sliding over the soft leather, until he was lying against the arm of the sofa.
Oliver followed with a soft laugh. “Remember we have to move somewhere else before we take our clothes off. Don’t want anything important sticking to the cushions.”
Nick frowned, even as he fought back a grin. “That’s really disgusting.”
Oliver pushed against him, sliding a thigh between Nick’s. “Trust me on this.”
It could have been weird. They’d agreed to keep it casual, nothing personal. Today, Nick set fire to that understanding, and the change could have made things awkward. But Oliver’s body on his was already familiar, the brush of his beard on Nick’s chin an easy distraction. His own body heated and started to harden, forgetting the stress and the sadness.
Oliver’s hair fell forward, brushing over Nick’s cheek. A strand of hair tangled in his mouth. He tried to pull it out, but another one followed.
“Wait.” He pushed at Oliver’s shoulder, winding up with more hair in his face as Oliver lifted his head.
Oliver grinned and straightened, shifting to straddle Nick while he pulled his hair back into its usual messy bun. The movement—sitting upright, head tipped back, hands raised behind him— only served to show off his body. The strong width of his chest, the narrow V of his hips. Nick surged up, pushing at the hem of Oliver’s shirt to kiss his belly button and flat stomach, then moved up through his chest hair to his nipples. Oliver laughed. The rumble vibrated through Nick’s lips, encouraging him to explore further.
Oliver sighed and lifted Nick’s face to kiss him, mouth crushing against his. Nick wanted to show him how much relief he felt that this wasn’t the end.
“I was so mad at you this morning,” Oliver said as his kisses moved along Nick’s jaw.
“I know.”
“I was mad that you didn’t follow the rules.” He groaned as Nick gripped his hips, pressing them together.
“I know.”
“I was mad that I’d let myself get so caught up in this, and that I was going to miss you once you were gone.”
Nick paused, lips a fraction from Oliver’s. Their breath filled the space as too many words tried to get out of Nick’s mouth at once.
“I don’t have to go anywhere,” he finally said.
Oliver licked his lip and smiled. “I know. I’m glad.” He ran a hand over Nick’s scalp. “But let’s get off this couch, because we’re going to get naked.”
Nick laughed, bigger than he had in a while. “Oh, are we?”
Oliver pulled his shirt off, tossing it to the floor. He stood, hands on his belt, eyebrow arched, and Nick leaned back, splaying his legs wide while he spread his arms along the couch. No sense in rushing this if Oliver wanted to put on a show.
Shaking his head, like he’d caught on to Nick’s invitation for a strip tease, Oliver bit his lip as he pulled the belt from its buckle.
“Do we need music for this?” He wiggled his hips.
“Depends on how long you’re going to take.”
It took about three flicks of his wrists, and then his pants were open and he was pushing them down his thighs in a rush of khaki. His underwear followed, but this part he did painfully slow. His body was amazing, all hard lines and ridges. Nick’s throat went dry as the thatch of Oliver’s pubic hair became visible, then the base of his dick. He stopped there, glancing up at Nick with laughter in his eyes. Nick grumbled, then surged to his feet, nearly knocking Oliver over as he wrapped around him, pushing his clothes off. He sucked at Oliver’s Adam’s apple, and the growl that purred in Oliver’s chest had Nick’s cock straining inside his jeans.
His hands were heavy as he fumbled with his own clothes, and in the end, Oliver had to peel Nick’s shirt off and shove his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. Nick was pressed against Oliver’s front, Oliver’s thick cock nestled in the crease of Nick’s ass. His knees wobbled as Oliver grasped Nick’s cock, hand sliding lazily up and down while he spread kisses over Nick’s bare shoulder.
“Come to bed,” Oliver said, voice rough in Nick’s ear. Nick twisted his head so they could kiss. He buried his hand in Oliver’s hair, holding them close while Oliver continued to pump his cock with easy attention.
“Come on.” Oliver rocked his hips, making Nick’s cock jump. When Oliver pulled away, Nick whimpered at the loss of contact. Stumbling, he turned, tangled in his pants around his feet, but getting free of them gave him a chance to watch Oliver’s amazing ass as he walked down the hall.
