“Can you feel it?” Shay whispered.
“I feelyou,” Ollie said. “And I feel weird, like I’m looking down on myself from somewhere else—fuck.”
Shay’s thumb brushed Ollie’s nipple. Ollie made a sound low in his throat. Shay’s blood rushed impossibly faster, and more heat pooled in his groin.I have to kiss him.
Their lips met, like they had so many times before, but it was different now. Barriers Shay had never even seen faded away, and suddenly he was back on his bus bunk, fist shoved in his mouth as Ollie blew him into oblivion.
Ollie had been wearing jeans that night, any obvious signs of arousal masked by denim, but the sweatpants he wore now did little to conceal the effect Shay’s kiss was having on him. Another jolt passed through Shay. He hooked a leg over Ollie’s hip and kissed him harder, and then he was moving as Ollie backed him into the hallway.
“Bedroom,” Ollie gasped out between kisses. “I don’t want to wind up on the floor.”
That they were going to wind up anywhere left Shay dizzy. He broke the kiss and grabbed Ollie’s hand, towing him swiftly into the bedroom and kicking the door shut for no reason whatsoever.
He pushed Ollie onto the bed and straddled him, reclaiming his lips. He was careful of Ollie’s scars at first, keeping his full weight off him, but Ollie growled and yanked him down, and there wasn’t an inch between them.
Clothes disappeared. Shay didn’t know how, just that he was naked, and Ollie was too, and it was wonderful and magical and nowhere near enough.I need more.
They were already slick. Shay ground against Ollie over and over, sending shockwaves of pleasure through them both. Their kisses grew from sweet to rough—demanding—and a sharp coil burned in Shay’s gut. “I want—” He stopped.Don’t say that.“I—”
Ollie covered Shay’s mouth with his hand. “Do it. I want you to.”
It was everything Shay needed to hear.
Ollie scooted back on the bed and jerked his head at the bedside table.
Shay followed his direction and retrieved everything they needed from the drawer. He rolled a condom on and crawled between Ollie’s legs. Lifted them. Bent them. Made a cradle for himself so perfect he almost fucking cried.
He hunched over Ollie and kissed him for the thousandth time, his tongue gently demanding entrance as he coaxed Ollie open with his fingers, swallowing Ollie’s hitched moan.
Ollie was tight and wet and hot. So fucking hot. Shay withdrew his fingers and eased inside him with a long, torturous slide. Ollie enveloped him, and a wave of sensation so intense it shook his entire body rocked through him.
Shay groaned. “Oh fuck.”
But beneath him, Ollie trembled, his eyes screwed shut, body tense. It wasn’t there for him yet, it was hurting.
Shay moved in gentle circles, chasing the magical cadence that would free Ollie from the stretching burn. Slowly, the painful tension disappeared and bliss spread across Ollie’s beautiful face. He wrapped his legs around Shay, arching his body to take him deeper, and threw his head back.
“Fuck yeah.”
His gravelly curse spurred Shay on. He fucked him harder and faster, the drumbeat of ecstasy banging in time with the headboard against the wall.
Ollie was trapped between them, his hard length pressed against Shay’s abdomen. Shay closed a hand around him and squeezed. Everything got hotter, and blunt nails dug into Shay’s back. He moaned and fought the hurricane rushing up on him. “Ollie—”
“Do it.” Ollie caught him in his fierce gaze. “I’m gonna come so hard.”
Shay was gone. He tumbled over the edge so fast he never saw it coming. Release hit him like a truck. He cried out, and the careful pace he’d set turned frantic, chasing the amazing sounds Ollie gasped out as he followed Shay off the cliff.
Wet warmth pulsed between them. Shay opened his eyes, and it was over. His shoulders heaved and his chest burned.Did that really just happen?
“Shay.” Ollie’s grip was still vice-like on Shay’s chin. “Look at me.”
Disoriented, Shay focused on Ollie. Fuck, he’d dreamed of seeing him like this, blissed out and smiling, chest flushed with pleasure. So many long nights and long days when all he knew of Ollie was his tight shoulders and set jaw. His chain-smoking and dead stare. He wondered if Ollie knew how alive he looked right now.
Shay gently withdrew and left the bed to bin the condom. When he came back, Ollie had barely moved.
“I need another shower.”
“Me too.” Shay curled around him, fatigue fast replacing the sated glow in his soul. “Can we lie here for a bit first, though?”
