Page 58 of Beyond the Hedge Maze

Oliver took Jesse’s cock in hand, stroking him with a feather-light touch. Teasing him. “A nuisance? That’s what you think of me?”

“I think unless you want to dry hump like teenagers, you better get the lube out of the drawer.”

“I must have missed the part where we did that.”

Oliver picked up speed, tightening his grip in a way he knew Jesse preferred. A bead of precum was already leaking from Jesse’s tip, and he could see the vein beginning to bulge on the side of Jesse’s neck, his blood pumping erratically. Oliver loved how easy they could each unravel the other. There was always a balance, a give and then take, an equality to how they made each other feel.

Oliver’s thumb passed over the head of Jesse’s cock, bringing the precum down his shaft. “Will you ask me nicely?”

Jesse whined as Oliver kept up his steady pace. “It’s too early for you to torture me like this.”

“Hmmm…That’s not what I wanted to hear.”

He took his own cock in hand and jerked it alongside Jesse’s. With Jesse’s hard length pressed against his own, he was torturing himself, too.

“Please stop being a fucking tease. I’m going to die.”

Oliver finally took pity on him and grabbed the lube out of the nightstand drawer. “Okay, fine. Since you seem to be so desperate for it.”

Jesse laughed as Oliver quickly squeezed some lube onto both cocks, and leaned forward to recapture Jesse’s mouth.

Oliver kept his pace slow, sliding his lubed cock against Jesse’s as he buried his face in the side of Jesse’s neck. He inhaled, Jesse smelling like the soap in Oliver’s bathroom, and Oliver loved it. He loved how much they shared, how their worlds were slowly merging.

It was a grounding feeling, especially when Oliver wasn’t sure how the rest of his day would turn out.

Jesse’s strong hands moved to cup Oliver’s ass, thrusting harder against Oliver’s cock. Oliver lifted as much as he could, wanting to focus on Jesse’s gorgeous face. His dark hair was starting to plaster against his sweaty forehead as his pupils expanded, the black nearly eclipsing the hazel of his eyes.

“You were made for me.” Jesse’s voice dripped with sincerity, and Oliver let the words settle over him like a hot bath.

Oliver’s cock was leaking in earnest, precum dripping onto Jesse’s cock as their hips met. “Love, I—”

“Are you going to come for me?” Oliver was greedily riding that line between pleasure and pain as Jesse’s fingers threatened to leave bruises in the soft flesh of Oliver’s ass.

“Come on my cock, Oliver. Give it to me. I want it so bad.” Jesse’s babbling was what finally tipped Oliver over the edge, causing a chain reaction as Jesse followed right after him.

They were a mess, cum covering both their abdomens from their frotting. This wasn’t the first time they’d fucked and it got messy, but it was the first time where they stared at each other, catching their breath, the orgasm haze wearing off, the teasing complete, and it was…weird.

Jesse wasn’t looking at him. There were no sweet words flowing from his lips. He didn’t kiss him, didn’t rush to reassure Oliver like he normally would.

Oliver looked him over with concern. He rubbed his thumb over Jesse’s stubbled cheek and was relieved when Jesse leaned into the touch. “What’s bothering you? Is it Charlotte? Or your dad? Me?”

“Never you. You’re perfect, and you’re late.” Jesse turned his face to kiss the inside of Oliver’s palm. “Let’s talk later. Okay, cariño?”

“Okay. Later, we’ll talk.”

***

The sky was a dirty grey, promising rain at any minute, but Oliver still chose to walk to his appointment with Mr. Stillwell. He used to love the rain. He never minded getting caught up in a shower as he walked, but now it filled him with anxiety.

His mind wandered from the pots and bowls set up on the third floor, collecting water, doing their part in saving the floors from rotting and warping, to how he had left Jesse standing in the foyer. Jesse had offered to drive him into the village, but Charlotte was nearly there, and things still felt awkward. Oliver hoped that with space today that they’d be able to have a proper conversation later.

The rain was beginning to fall, and Oliver quickened his footsteps as he entered the village proper. He passed the butcher and the church, passed the primary school, the kids safe from the elements inside. The sights the same as they always were until he was rounding the corner to Mr. Stillwell’s office.

“Oliver! Wait a minute?” Across the street was Cillian approaching him, holding a large black umbrella. Oliver stealthily checked his watch. He was so late, but he knew better than to blow him off, lest it be reported directly to Rose. “Where are you off to?”

Cillian stretched his umbrella to cover Oliver. “An appointment with Mr. Stillwell.”

A sympathetic look crossed over Cillian’s face, but he quickly replaced it with a smile. “That explains why Barnaby said he’ll be late today.”