Wrenching his hands from the armrests, Ollie threaded fingers through Finn’s soft hair. “You don’t have to go too deep the first time. You got me close just doing what you were before.”
Finn hummed and the vibrations spun anything else Ollie wanted to say right out of his brain, replacing it with only sensation as Finn started to bob his head. The slick heat of his mouth, along with the scent of sandalwood and pine, kept Ollie in a perpetual state of bliss, and all he could do was moan in response. This was the kind of sex he’d read about in his sister’s fanfics, where it took over your whole body, washing it with pleasure and then leaving you cleaner, different than you were before.
“Finn.” Ollie tightened his fingers, grasping Finn’s hair and almost doubling over as Finn attempted to reach the base, choking a bit before he retreated. But he was persistent, and after a few more rises and falls, he was taking Ollie’s cock like a pro. And if Ollie was on cloud nine earlier that evening, he was now on cloud one thousand, wondering if his soul was going to shoot out of his dick when he came.
Rising, Finn angled better and took in even more, as Ollie’s groans echoed through the room. Just seeing his dick in Finn’s mouth was doing crazy things to Ollie, making him lose control. His hips started to thrust, breaking free as he lost his resolve, wanting to go wherever Finn was leading him.
“I’m uh, I-I’m,” Ollie stuttered, unable to access vocabulary as Finn sunk low again, holding his head at the bottom and rippling his tongue. “F-Finn.” Using his hold on Finn’s hair, Ollie gave it a little tug trying to warn him and Finn shook his head, growling.
The deep throaty sound rippling all around Ollie tore all control from his hands and he came down Finn’s throat, gasping all the way. It was the strongest orgasm he’d ever had, and he was right, he did lose his soul through his dick because his body sailed fora while.
“I guess that was okay?” Finn said after a few moments, leaning his head on Ollie’s thigh.
Drifting back down, Ollie stroked his hair. “You swallowed it all?” At Finn’s nod, Ollie raised his eyebrows. “You’re kind of amazing, you know that?”
“I do know that, but it’s always nice hearing it.” Finn winked and Ollie was too satiated to swat at him. “And you’re pretty amazing too.”
Ollie could feel the blush across the tips of his ears and he quickly tucked himself back in, not wanting to be bashfulandexposed. “Seriously Finn, did you practice or something-”
“I used a cucumber.”
Ollie almost slid out of the chair. “What?”
“I grabbed one from the grocery store that I thought was appropriate and practiced on that. But it's more intuitive when you get down to the real thing.” Finn stood, wiggling one leg and then the other.
“Oh my god.” Ollie put his hand over his eyes, trying very hard not to imagine Finn deep-throating a vegetable. He failed, so his cheeks must have been crimson when he dropped his hand, looking up at Finn again. “Did you like it?”
Finn gave him a devilish grin. “I’m ready to do it again.”
Ollie frowned at the mirror. Even though the lighting in Bar None’s men’s room wasn’t the best, he couldn’t deny that his curls looked dull and lifeless. A clarifying shampoo was needed, along with more conditioning masks. And he should get a better moisturizer too because his skin had gone on strike along with his hair. He was always itchy and flaking no matter how much he moisturized and even his nails were peeling and bending.
With all the work he’d been putting in he should be getting healthier, but right now he barely wanted to look at himself. Would he ever be happy with his reflection?
“There you are!” Finn wandered into the bathroom, latching onto Ollie from behind and nuzzling his temple. “Didn’t you hear? This is a no-primping zone.”
Ollie leaned back into the hold, letting Finn’s calm energy wash over him. “I wasn’t primping, I swear.”
“It’s also a no-lying zone.”
“Arrest me, then.” Spinning in the hold, Ollie wound his arms around Finn’s neck, stood on his toes, and pressed their lips together. One kiss led to another, and by the time they parted Ollie’s cheeks were flushed and he could taste Finn on his tongue.
“The back room looks amazing, you did a wonderful job decorating it,” Finn stated once he recovered his breath.
“Thank you! I hope Liam will love it.” Ollie bounced a little on his toes, his energy shaky and weird. He wished he could go for a run but Owen and the birthday boy were showing up in fifteen minutes. Maybe he could fit one in after the party.
“I’m sure he will. By the way, Marci was looking for you. She wanted to make sure you had the gift cards.” Finn tucked a curl behind Ollie’s ear, seemingly unaware of how limp it was, and that simple gesture made Ollie’s blush deepen. Occasionally, Finn did something that proved he wasn’t shallow, or in it for Ollie’s looks, effortlessly walking that fine line between admiration of features and admiration of character, and it made Ollie’s heart do a little dance whenever it happened, helping him feel stronger in the constant battle with his appearance.
“I do, they’re all wrapped and on the gift table.” Ollie pulled out his phone. “Lemme text her.” He shot off a quick sentence, hit send, and when he looked up, Finn was staring down at him withthatexpression again. It wasn’t scrutiny, because Ollie was very familiar with scrutiny; it was more like a mix of fear and hesitancy but it came and went so fast that Ollie couldn’t pin it down.
“Is everything all right?” His dread began to spin, spilling pitch all around him.
“Yeah, just tired. But don’t worry, I’m ready for some fun.” Although his features were back to normal there was something in his eyes that Ollie didn’t like. But The Pointe’s staff were arriving for Liam’s birthday party, so now wasn’t time to hash things out. Taking a slow breath, Ollie stuffed down his anxiety and dread, and his stomach panged in response, his head spinning. It would only be a few hours and then he could talk to Finn in private.
“Okay.” Nodding, Ollie gave a final hair fluff and offered his arm to Finn, hoping that his smile was passable. “Let’s party.”
14
FINN
