Then Ollie’s hand slipped from Ty’s shoulder to his chest, fingertips brushing a nipple through his shirt, and scratch that, all of Ty loved where this was going, and could it get there a little faster?
His breath hitched.
He knew Ollie heard it—felt it—because he suddenly went very still. Like he was holding his breath.
Talk, Ty commanded his mouth. Nothing came out. His throat was dry.
Instead he put his hand on top of Ollie’s. That helped—he could keep that warm, steady pressure in the center of his chest instead of near any danger zones that would inevitably derail him. “So just—to be clear.” He wondered if Ollie could feel the scared-rabbit thump of his heart. “We’re doing this, yeah? For real. For….” His nerve deserted him. This whole town hated him. His own father hadn’t wanted him. Why would Ollie?
But Ollie deserved better than Ty’s doubt. He’d been proving that for weeks. Maybe Ty deserved better too. He swallowed and made himself finish. “For keeps.”
“Ty.” Ollie shifted underneath him, and suddenly they were both sitting up straight, facing each other. Ollie’s hand had moved from Ty’s chest to the side of his face, like Ollie was afraid Ty might bolt. “You think there’s any other way I’d do this?”
No. No, he didn’t. Not really. Ty’s low self-worth could never hold up against his faith in Ollie.
He shook his head.
“You and me.” Ollie had Ty’s face framed in both hands now. “And Theo. Everything else is just details.”
Ty wet his lips, swallowed against a dry throat. “You should kiss me.” Now and for the rest of his life.
Ollie’s whole body curled up in a smile, and a second later he’d pulled Ty back into his lap and they were kissing like the rest of their lives could wait.
Weeks of pent-up emotions heated fast. Ollie let out a sharp breath when Ty settled his weight down, and Ty was reaching for the back of the couch to steady himself and take some of the weight before Ollie took his lower lip between his teeth and put his hands on Ty’s ass and pulled him in farther.
God, Ty couldn’t remember the last time he’d kissed like this. His lips prickled with stubble rash and his head spun faster every time Ollie’s tongue brushed his. He was making soft, needy noises between kisses, awful sounds that should have mortified him, but he didn’t care. Not when he could taste Ollie’s desire, feel the evidence between his legs. Not when he had Ollie’s hands under the back of his shirt, on the meat of his thighs, clawing their way up his inseam to unbutton his shorts.
Ty didn’t know how he did it. Most of his concentration went to kissing, breathing, and not coming in his pants before Ollie could touch him. At one point he heard the pop of seams ripping. But he didn’t have to move from Ollie’s lap, didn’t have to give up the heat of his body or the wet of his mouth to suddenly have that warm, callused hand wrapped around his dick.
Oh God, this wasn’t going to take long. Ollie rubbed his thumb over the head of Ty’s cock, and Ty couldfeelthe reaction going through him as if in slow motion. Even his throat tightened; his mouth watered and his nipples went hard and his asshole clenched and—
Ollie broke the kiss, breathing hard, his mouth wet and swollen, his eyes dark. He looked down at his hand, at the head of Ty’s thick cock in his fist. His other hand tightened on Ty’s thigh.
Ty balanced on a knife’s edge. He didn’t have the leverage to move beyond frantic hitches of his hips, and even if he did, he was caught watching Ollie watch him.
“Ty.” Ollie’s voice was raw. Ty hadn’t even gotten to touch him yet, but he sounded wrecked. Like he was the one strung out inTy’s lap. “God, you’re….”
What?Ty wanted to ask. His tongue wouldn’t cooperate. He licked his lips and looked down. Ollie never missed a beat; his hand never slowed. But now he’d changed his grip so the head of Ty’s cock pointed toward Ollie’s chest.
“Ollie.” Ty’s whole body thrummed with electric current. “I’m gonna come”—all over you—“I—”
“Yeah?” Ollie encouraged, breathless. “Do it.”
“Okay,” Ty said weakly. His balls clenched and his breath stuttered and his eyes rolled back in his head as his release poured out of him, over Ollie’s fingers and up his shirt, spattering on their shorts. Still Ollie didn’t stop, not until Ty was gasping and panting and had to pull himself out of his grip. That left him heaving for breath braced above Ollie on the couch, with Ollie covered in Ty’s come and eyes black with lust and an erection straining the front of his shorts.
Ty wanted to faceplant in his lap. Before he knew it he was scrambling to get bloodless legs under him, half falling off the couch, reaching for Ollie’s fly as his knees hit the carpet. “Ollie, can I—”
Ollie pushed Ty’s hands away so he could stand and shove down his shorts. “Jesus, yes.”
Ty had never been a religious guy. But, like, he could make an exception, probably. Because the way he felt now, with Ollie’s hand in his hair guiding him forward, with the scent of Ollie’s arousal in his nose, with Ollie’s perfect flushed pink cock in front of his face? Ty felt pretty worshipful.
And the way he felt with Ollie’s dick in his mouth and Ollie’s hand on his neck and Ollie’s whisperedfucks andlike thats and then, when Ty closed his eyes and pushed forward until he was holding Ollie in the back of his throat and sucking, swallowing, a soft, strangledah—
Ecstasy.
Any other day, Ty would have wanted to take his time, draw it out. He wanted to learn exactly how to take Ollie apart with his mouth. Right now Ty just wanted him to come in it.
He got his first warning when Ollie tugged sharply on his hair, pulling Ty away.
