“You have control now?” Liam asked once they were on their way.
Oliver flexed his fingers but didn’t call up his power due to the CCTV cameras lining the length of every London street. “Enough that the UMG will let me out without worrying I’ll blow up a building.”
“You wouldn’t.”
“It was too risky before now. But my brain finally got the knack for calling up my photon blasts on command and putting it away, so I was allowed to leave the training facility.”
“Did you see your parents yet?”
“No. I’ll see them tomorrow.”
The implications that Oliver had come to Liam first over his family made him wish they were alone in the privacy of Oliver’s home. Liam pressed on the gas pedal a little more, and Oliver laughed at him.
“Slow down. I’m not going anywhere. We have time,” Oliver said with a laugh.
They did—all of it that Liam thought they’d lost in Southampton. He exhaled sharply but didn’t let up on the gas pedal. If he got ticketed, so be it. Liam took the quickest route to get them to Primrose Hill. When they finally arrived, he parked in the empty driveway.
They left the car behind them, and Oliver let them through the gate and the front door into his home. It smelled a little stuffy after being closed up for months, even with the environmental controls having been run off and on in his absence. But it was still a home, and Oliver treated it as such, tossing his top hat toward a chair in the living room. Liam did the same before stepping close.
Liam framed Oliver’s face with both hands, staring down into his eyes, relishing in the touch after months apart. “I had nightmares about losing you. I didn’t think I’d get this with you again.”
Oliver settled his hand on the back of Liam’s neck, his touch warm. “I’ve told you every time you’ve called that you have me. I’m yours, Liam.”
Liam leaned down to kiss Oliver, finally getting his hello after the goodbye they’d suffered through in Southampton. Oliver tasted like bergamot from the garden party, but his grip was hard and sure where he held on to Liam. The force behind the kiss was a shared need that Liam wasn’t sure could be quenched any time soon.
When they finally broke apart to breathe, Oliver scraped his teeth over the edge of Liam’s clean-shaven jaw. “Take me to bed, Liam.”
Liam groaned, dragging his hands down Oliver’s back to squeeze his arse before forcing himself to step back. “Lead the way.”
Oliver didn’t hesitate; he grabbed Liam by the hand, turned on his heels, and led the way. Liam followed willingly, cock already hard in his trousers, breathing in the cologne that trailed behind Oliver. They managed to get upstairs, but it took three kisses before they made it to the bedroom. Once there, Liam got undressed with a focus only broken by the kisses Oliver stole.
“I thought about this. About you,” Oliver confessed as he stripped out of his shirt. “Every night while I was at the training facility.”
“I missed you, Ollie.”
Oliver dragged Liam close for another kiss, half-undressed while Liam was fully out of his kit. “Me, too.”
Liam wrapped his arms around Oliver and kissed him so hard their teeth scraped together. Oliver shivered a little in his arms, and Liam pulled back. He undid Oliver’s belt with sure hands before shoving down his trousers and underwear, following the clothes to the floor. Oliver’s cock was already hard, curving toward his stomach.
Liam wrapped his mouth around the tip and looked up in time to see Oliver squeeze his eyes shut and moan. His hips jerked, driving his cock forward into Liam’s mouth. Liam swallowed his cock all the way to the root, savoring the heavy weight on his tongue. Oliver’s fingers tangled in his hair, gripping tight, and Liam enjoyed the sting of it. He worked his mouth over Oliver’s cock with a determination that had Oliver shaking beneath his hands and lips.
“Stop, stop,” Oliver gasped, half curling over Liam. “It’s been me and my hand formonths. You keep on like this, and I won’t last.”
Liam reluctantly pulled back, licking at the crown as he went. “Wouldn’t be a bad thing.”
Oliver gave his hair a yank, and Liam laughed at the desperately annoyed look on his face. “You’re a bloody tease.”
Liam pulled Oliver’s hands free and stood, pushing him toward the bed. “I’m a bloody tease who’s waited to have my way with you.”
“Is that all?” Oliver asked archly.
Liam followed Oliver onto the bed, bracketing Oliver’s head with his arms as he leaned down to kiss him on the mouth, nipping at his bottom lip. “You aren’t the only one wanting a do-over. You aren’t the only one who’s dreamed about this.”
Oliver hiked a leg around Liam’s waist, pulling him in. Their cocks slid together, the dry friction making Liam groan. Oliver tilted his head back against the bed, and Liam skated his teeth over the jut of his jaw and down to his throat to suck a bruise into warm skin.
“I don’t remember much after the pain overrode everything else that day, but I remember waking up with you by my side in hospital,” Oliver confessed in a quiet voice. “I never said thank you for that.”
Liam lifted his head, staring down into Oliver’s eyes. “You don’t have to thank me.”
