Sam lowered his lips to Ollie’s neck, to that spot, and he breathed the faintest of kisses, still not wanting to wake Ollie butneedingto touch him. His skin tasted fresh and clean, and Sam couldn’t help as a quiet moan escaped him. He drifted up, tracing a path with his lips and tongue, open-mouthed kisses that somehow got bolder as he moved up Ollie’s neck to his jawline.
Ollie’s fingers tightened on Sam’s hip—the first sign that he was waking up—and Sam paused, his lips just barely brushing Ollie’s cheek now. He set his open palm on the center of Ollie’s chest and closed his eyes, trying to focus on Ollie’s rapid heartbeat and not on his own growing arousal. Now was not the time to be pushing the limits of intimacy, not when...
“Mmm, what time is it?” Ollie mumbled, and his hand ran up and under Sam’s T-shirt in a slow stroke that sent heat and warmth straight to Sam’s groin.
With a groan, Sam dipped back down to that spot on Ollie’s neck again, lingering there, sucking gently as Ollie’s hand continued rubbing his back. He only paused when he realized he hadn’t answered Ollie’s question... and that he was supposed to keep things cooled down, not let them get more heated.
“Morning. It’s morning, sometime,” Sam managed, and he pressed one more kiss to Ollie’s neck and forced himself to stop, shifting just enough so he could rest his forehead against Ollie’s. “Sorry to wake you, love.”
Ollie’s hand paused low on Sam’s back, but the touch was still like fire, burning his skin. He suppressed a groan and instead let his hand drift up to cup Ollie’s cheek.
“Morning . . . Oh, right . . . Friday. Friday morning,” Ollie said, his voice becoming quieter.
Friday morning. The realization of what that meant hit Sam, yet again, and he inhaled sharply and pulled Ollie closer.
“We still have time, love,” he said, but the words came out with some uncertainty, a slight tremor, and he quickly backtracked. “I mean... it’s not that early. We don’t have to get up yet. I didn’t mean—”
Ollie silenced him with a kiss, and the hand on his back pressed into him, bringing them closer, and then moved around to his stomach and upward. At the same time, Ollie propped himself up with his other arm and shifted, and a moment later, Sam somehow found himself on his back, Ollie straddling him, their lips still locked in some desperate, urgent kiss. His hands had fallen to Ollie’s hips, and Ollie’s...
Sam groaned and pushed his head back into his pillow, breaking the kiss. Heat and pleasure and desire all coursed through him as Ollie’s fingers grazed up along his abdomen to his chest, and Ollie leaned in more, recapturing Sam’s lips. It was overwhelming, and Sam almost pulled back again when Ollie’s thumbs brushed over his nipples—the sensation so much, so new and incredible.
“God, Ollie . . .”
He moaned into another kiss, and Ollie repeated the touch, this time with open palms stroking slowly downward. Ollie pulled his lips just slightly away from Sam’s then, and Sam whimpered in protest and wrapped his arm around Ollie’s waist so he could shift Ollie to his back. He settled on top of his boyfriend, one knee wedge between Ollie’s legs, and covered Ollie’s lips with his own. The kiss deepened as Sam slipped his hand under Ollie’s shirt, tracing his fingers low along Ollie’s abdomen.
It wasn’t until Ollie sucked in a sharp breath and tensed slightly that Sam realized his mistake. Or at least, what he thought was a mistake. But as he gentled the kiss and pulled hishand back from under Ollie’s shirt, he felt Ollie’s fingers flex at his hips again. One of Ollie’s hands then flattened against his side before smoothing low on his back, applying just enough pressure, and at the same time, Ollie lifted up one knee...
“Sam...” Ollie breathed his name, his voice low and rough, and the single syllable was followed by a low moan as Ollie’s shift in position brought their hips together.
And god, it was even more powerful, hearing the need and desire in Ollie’s voice while he could feel Ollie’s hard shaft pressing into his. His arousal twitched with want, and Sam groaned and lowered his head to Ollie’s shoulder as Ollie rocked against him once and then again.
“Oh, god, Oll—”
Ollie’s other hand reached up to cup his cheek, and Sam was drawn back in for another kiss. Their tongues met, Ollie’s first skimming along his lower lip and then exploring his mouth thoroughly, and Sam... Sam wasn’t even sure what he should do. Something at the back of his mind, some little voice nagging at him, warned him to slow everything down—this was too much, too fast, especially given what day it was, given that Ollie would be leaving that night...
But his heart wanted it all to be real, for Ollie—for them—to be ready, free to be open with their intimacy, finally.
It felt real.Maybe.
The nagging doubt poked at him again as Ollie’s hand inched lower on his back, dipping under the waistband of his sleep shorts. And as Ollie moaned, the sound low and deep... God, he just—
His heart really, really needed to know for sure.
“Ollie, love, wait,” he managed, lifting his head slightly to break the kiss. He blinked his eyes open, and the sight almost undid him. Ollie’s eyes were half closed, his lips swollen and tinged red from their kisses, his dark hair mussed and fallingover his forehead, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he seemed to try to catch his breath.
God, he was handsome.
Sam shifted his weight over to one arm and then reached up gently with his free hand, brushing his fingertips along Ollie’s forehead to push his hair back. Ollie shivered at the touch, and his eyes opened just a little more. And in them, Sam saw what he’d wanted to—love, desire, affection. But he also saw hints of reservation and uncertainty. Which he knew didn’t necessarily mean Ollie wasn’t ready; after all, Sam had his own reservations and uncertainties. But...
“Sam?”
“I love you,” Sam said quietly, and he settled himself down along Ollie’s side, one leg still over Ollie’s, his hand now on Ollie’s chest. He pressed a gentle kiss to Ollie’s lips, but pulled back when he felt moisture on his cheek. Ollie’s eyes were closed tightly, and a tear slipped out.
Ollie turned his head sideways, burying his face into the pillow, and he reached up with one hand to wipe the tear away. “Sam, I just... I want...”
His heart ached as he heard the pain in his boyfriend’s voice, and he closed his eyes and lowered his head to Ollie’s shoulder. “We still have time, love,” he whispered, and he shifted more fully to the bed, lying on his side so he could pull Ollie up against him. “I mean, we have... We have forever, love. It doesn’t have to be today. Today is not...” He felt as Ollie shook his head, and Sam’s stomach clenched. “Ollie?”
“I’m just... going to miss you. More than I want to even think about. I’m sorry, I... I’m sorry.”
