“Ah, perfect! So…good that…that is ready to go,” Ollie said with fake cheer.
Noble barely suppressed the laugh that tried to bubble up at the little witch trying to fake enthusiasm. They really needed to work on the man’s lying.
Ollie eyed Noble,trying not to get distracted by the man’s bare, slightly scarred, muscular arms, the way his white tank top clung to his chest, or how great his thick thighs and ass looked in his gray sweatpants…but it was hard. There was just so much to look at and enjoy, but he couldn’t because they were not there for sexy time, more like cause Ollie pain time.
Now 10:30am, with the hope that their food wasn’t going to try to come back up while training, they were on the third floor in the circular center, standing near a large padded mat Noblehad spread out across the wide-open space in front of the half-octagonal research desk there.
And why were they standing beside a mat obviously meant for sparring? Because, for some unexplainable reason, Ollie had agreed to training—whatever that meant—when Noble had asked him yesterday.
His mind may have gone straight to visualizing Noble shirtless, and hadn’t moved past that mental image by the time he agreed just seconds after being asked. Followed by Red deciding for him, and partly because Noble had seemed to really want him to.
So, yeah…this was…a choice he had made…
Not that Ollie didn’t possibly need a bit of practice when it came to self-defense. It really had been a while since the classes. The real crux of the issue was that he was not…strong. Ollie was in fact a thin, thin man, who was lucky he could lift as much as he did.
He was, at this point, just completely ignoring the fact that his cat obviously wanted him to build up his physical strength, mainly because he had tried in the past and it had never worked out. Like, he struggled just to put on a few extra pounds, and with his iron issues, gaining any sort of muscle was pretty much a distant unobtainable dream.
Standing there awkwardly, after stepping onto the mat, he asked, “So…what do you want me to do?”
“I want you to show me what you know self-defense-wise. I’ll pretend to attack you, and I want you to show me what you’ve got.”
The pretend part was probably a good idea, as he’d definitely be wrecked in a bad way if Noble tried for real.
“Okay…umm, go for it, I guess?” he said nervously.
The man frowned. “Don’t be afraid. I’d never actually hurt you, Baby.”
Ollie took a shaky breath. “I know. It’s fine, let’s just do this! Go ahead, attack.”
Nodding, Noble paused for a moment before moving swiftly, coming up and grabbing him from behind, pinning his arms. Ollie tried multiple moves, from attempting to break his hold, to slamming his head back, to trying to pivot and slip free, and failed at all of them. It was like Noble’s arms were an unbreakable iron bar around him.
After many failed attempts, with a frustrated huff, he admitted, “I got nothing, let’s try something else.”
And try they did, with Ollie only partially succeeding at some things, before Noble attempted to teach him some moves. But as he ended up pinned on the mat for who knows how many times, with part of Noble’s weight on top of him and his wrists held in one of the man’s hands, he cried out with a breathy gasp, “I give up!”
He was sweaty, and this seemed very unproductive at this point.
Noble released his wrists with a chuckle, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Don’t pout, you’ve been trying your best.”
Ollie glared. “Well, my best sucks. Also, like, you haven’t even broken a sweat! How is that fair?!”
His boyfriend’s smile widened as if he was the cutest damn thing, and it pissed Ollie off. “Well, I am more used to fighting and physical activity than you are. Not to mention, you have technically been moving more than me.”
He glared hard, but when Noble moved to get off him, he wound his legs around his waist. “Oh, no, you don’t. If I’m sweaty, then you can be too.”
Noble barked out in laughter, but then his smile turned into a sexy grin as he drawled thickly, “Want me sweaty, do you, Baby?” Ollie inhaled sharply when the man suddenly gripped his hips and dragged him further down his body, lining theircrotches up. “That can be arranged, though I may still need your help.”
His face heated, and his cock perked up at the obvious implication, not to mention the feeling of the man hardening against him. He wrapped his arms around Noble’s neck, so he definitely couldn’t pull away, and cried out, “I can help, I volunteer!”
Snickering, Noble slowly kissed him on the lips. Moaning into the man’s mouth, as Noble ground his now hard cock against Ollie’s, his boyfriend pressing him firmly against the floor. He was sure he’d care later about how absolutely gross he was, but at the moment, he didn’t, and that was all that mattered.
Whimpering and kissing him back, Ollie rocked his hips as the man continued to rub against him. The kiss became more passionate the longer it went on.
He whined loudly when Noble nipped his bottom lip and broke away, only to moan softly as the man trailed kisses down his throat. But a gasp of shock forced its way out when his boyfriend managed to swiftly detangle himself from Ollie’s hold and flip him over, maneuvering him onto his arms and knees.
“Noble,” he groaned with a shudder as the man yanked his sweats and briefs down beneath his ass, and ran his large hand over one cheek, giving it a light squeeze before letting go, while using the other to press Ollie’s upper body more firmly into the mat.
There was a ruffling of clothes, and then he felt the brush of the man’s bare, uncut prick rubbing against his ass, as Noble hunched over him, growling softly while he nuzzled against his left ear. “Fuck, I want inside you.”
