“Close,” Ollie gasped, as though Ty couldn’t tell.
Ty flicked his gaze upward and pushed deep again, pointedly. Ollie’s thighs trembled under his hands and his balls jerked against his chin as he came down Ty’s throat.
Finally Ty pulled off to catch his breath and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Ollie’s cheeks had a dark red flush, and with his shorts open and his shirt stained, he looked debauched, even shell-shocked, like Ty had really sucked his brain out through his dick.
Ty let the satisfaction of that wash through him for a handful of seconds, and then his calves complained about the blood flow situation and he stretched out on the floor to fix the problem.
Ollie poked his head over the couch to look down at him. “Did we kill you?”
“Rumors of my demise have been greatly exaggerated.” Ty flexed his feet. “Pins and needles are pretty nasty, though. Figured I should wait until I can feel my legs before I try to stand on them.”
Laughing, Ollie flopped onto the couch and smushed his face into the cushion. “Would hate for the rumors to turn out to be premonitions.”
Ty grinned up at the ceiling. His calves still felt like they were covered in fire ants, but worth it? Oh yeah. “See, you get it. That’s why I keep you around.” He propped himself up on his elbows. “So, like, don’t take this the wrong way, because I am zero percent complaining. But this idea I had of you as someone who at leastthoughthe was straight is not totally jibing with the fact that you have definitely touched someone else’s dick before.”
Ollie laughed again, a sound so loose and happy Ty wanted to roll around in it. “You’re the first guy I’ve been with,” he said. “But, uh, a couple years ago I ran into someone I had served with. I didn’t recognize her at first—she transitioned after her second tour finished—but then I did, and we decided to catch up over drinks, and one thing led to another….”
“I think I’m kinda jealous how easy you were for this woman,” Ty said when it became clear Ollie wasn’t going to offer up any more details. Maybe Ty should have asked him out for drinks instead of just offering them in the hot tub?
“Hey!” Ollie dropped a throw pillow on his head. When Ty flung it away again, Ollie was grinning. “She was a lot more assertive than you.We were two and a half drinks in, and the bar was getting too loud to talk, and she said, ‘Listen, I’m going to cut to the chase. You’re hot and I’m horny. You good with the original plumbing?’”
Ty cackled and pulled himself to a sitting position. “And thatworked?”
“Well.” Ollie was flushed again. “From my perspective,shewas hot andIwas horny. And I kind of had a thing for her before, but I wasn’t going to pursue that when we were enlisted together.”
“Opportunity knocked and you answered.” Ty shook his head. “Teach me not to ask for what I want.” He folded his arms on the couch cushion. “So you’re… bi? Pan?”
“Eh.” Ollie scrunched his nose. “I haven’t dated enough people to pick a more specific label. Sample size is too small. Let’s go with ‘queer.’”
“’Kay.” Was Ty grinning like an idiot right now? Probably. But what was he supposed to do? Pretend this wasn’t the greatest thing to ever happen to him? Ty was not that good of an actor. “And now you’re my…?”
“Boyfriend,” Ollie decided. “Although as you pointed out, the whole living together thing… I know we skipped a lot of steps in that respect. I don’t want to moveeverythingtoo fast.”
“No, that’s good, I-I’m good withboyfriend,” Ty promised. He was so, so good withboyfriend. Ollie was hisboyfriend. Oh God, Ty was going to be so embarrassing about this. “What’re we telling Theo?”
Ollie swore sharply like he’d just remembered other people existed, sat up straight, then looked around the room and down at himself. “Way more than we probably want to if we don’t clean up,” he said ruefully.
Okay, yes, this was not the ideal way to break the news to Ollie’s kid. Especially since he was kind of mad at Ty already. Groaning like an old man, Ty heaved himself to his feet. “All right, fair point,” he said. “Priorities. First, unfortunate decency. Then talk.”
Ollie shook his head and reached up with one hand to yank Ty down into a kiss. Ty only just caught himself on the back of the couch, or he’d have ended up back in Ollie’s lap, probably making their mess several orders of magnitude worse. Ty imagined him licking the taste of himself out of Ty’s mouth and shivered pleasantly.
Then Ollie released him. “Nowwe can shower.” He paused. “Probably separately,though.”
The master shower was more than big enough for two, but that wasn’t how Ty wanted Theo to find out either. God, he hoped Ollie didn’t want to wait too long. He licked his lips, hoping he didn’t come across like a stupefied pigeon and very much aware it was a lost cause. “Right. Yes. Shower.”
He heard Ollie laughing behind him as he turned around and almost tripped—his ripped shorts had tangled around his ankles—but the sound didn’t bother him.
Ty might not get everything he wanted, but he was pretty close to having everything that mattered.
OLLIE TOOKthe world’s quickest shower, changed into clean clothes, and tossed the soiled ones in the washing machine. He figured he’d wait for Ty to start the load, but… yeah. Yet another way he did not want Theo to find out Ollie and Ty were together now. Unfortunately, there seemed to be a lot of them.
When he was in the laundry room, he spied the bottle of air freshener on the shelf and figured better safe than sorry—Theo loved the game room; if he went in there and askedwhat’s that smell?Ollie would die—and went slightly overboard until the whole place reeked like fake laundry smell.
Then he opened the windows to compensate.
Ty had never taken a military-length shower in his life, or at least not in the past five weeks. Ollie looked forward to deprogramming himself a little further with Ty’s assistance and encouragement, but meanwhile he figured he had time to start thinking about dinner. He’d eaten more than enough junk at Cassie’s, which meant Theo had eaten his body weight in refined sugar. Grilled cheese and carrot sticks? Yeah, that would work.
He was buttering the bread when he heard Ty in the doorway behind him. Ollie liked that about him; he never sneaked. Even at night, when Ollie was in bed trying to sleep, if Ty got up for a midnight snack, he didn’t tiptoe. He had heavy footsteps and a long stride, distinctive enough to recognize. Maybe he was just oblivious that he was kind of loud. Ollie thought not, though; he was probably loud on purpose because he knew Ollie hated being startled.
