Sneaking down to Ty’s bedroom reminded Ollie of being a teenager caught up in a whirlwind of hormones and first kisses. They kept laughing softly and cursing under their breath as they ran into doorways, tripped on the trail of clothes they were leaving in their wake.
Admittedly, Ollie hadn’t had a lot of sex in his life, but none of it had been like this, so easily joyful. He followed Ty onto his mattress,oofing when Ty somehow elbowed him in the ribs. He caught Ty’s apologetic snicker in his mouth and pinned his wrists above his head, just to keep him out of trouble.
It didn’t work, of course. Ollie promptly forgot about holding them there because he was too busy touching Ty everywhere—the thick waves of his hair, the sensitive sides of his neck, the dip of his collarbone. When he applied his mouth to the inside curve of Ty’s pectoral muscle, Ty gasped and scored his nails lightly over Ollie’s bare shoulders, and Ollie shuddered so hard itstartled him into stillness.
He looked up and caught Ty’s eyes, gone wide and black and curious in the darkness, and said, “Let’s come back to that later,” and tasted Ty’s breathless laughter under his tongue as he left a biting trail downward.
He was teasing his thumbs over the V of Ty’s pelvis, watching the muscles jump as Ty squirmed at the attention, watching Ty’s hard cock leak against his stomach and debating whether he had the confidence to put his mouth on that next, when Ty kneed him in the shoulder.
He was grinning, red-faced and sheepish, as he offered Ollie a bottle of lube. “Not that I don’t appreciate the enthusiasm, but no telling how much time’s on the clock.”
Ollie bit him on the thigh, half convinced Ty was trying to let him off the hook for his inexperience. “I’m not doing a speedrun.” But, well, hewastrying to be more honest. “This might be kinda sloppy.”
If Ty had a smartass remark about that—and Ollie would’ve bet money he did—he never managed to make it. All that escaped him as Ollie licked a stripe up the underside of his cock was a strangled animal sound.
It didn’t sound like a criticism. Ollie did it again, bracing his body over Ty’s to keep him from wriggling, and then pinned his dick against his stomach so he could mouth his balls while he scrabbled one-handed for the lube.
This time the noise Ty made was louder, higher pitched. “No fair—fuck.”
Fair?Ollie flicked open the cap and pulled his mouth away from Ty’s groin. The temperature change made the skin of his balls contract, or maybe he was just that sensitive. “Are there rules I don’t know about?”
“Yeah, you’re not—Jesus.” Ollie lifted Ty’s thigh over his shoulder to give himself better access. “Not supposed to look that good and make me feel this good at the same time—”
Ollie pressed a biting kiss to the top of his thigh and squeezed a handful of slick over his fingers. “I think you might’ve been doing sex wrong.”
“Excuse you—”
Ollie pushed a finger inside, shivering in anticipation at the way Ty’s body clung to him, velvety and hot.
“—just because I’ve never fucked someone as hot asyou—”
“Flatterer.” Jesus, Ty must not be counting himself. The way he looked spread out like this, his skin a canvas of art he’d chosen and adventures he’d lived, evidence of the lives he’d changed, saved, lost. He should be in some kind of pornographic museum, except no, because Ollie didn’t want anyone else to see him like this. “Or are you fishing for compliments?”
Ty clenched down as Ollie curled his finger. “Not compliments I’m trying to catch here.”
Cute. “No?” He added a second digit. “What’re you using for bait?”
“Oh my God,” Ty laughed, and suddenly Ollie was the one biting back a groan, because he way he tightened around Ollie’s finger—Ollie wanted that on his cock, and why wasn’t he moving faster, again? His dick wanted to know. “IthoughtI was using premium-grade Shut Up and Fuck Me, but I think I might’ve grabbed a pair of white New Balance sneakers and a grill by mistake, ’cause all I’m catching is dad jokes—”
Ollie pushed in a third finger, mouth suddenly dry. His comebacks had deserted him. All his blood had pooled in his dick and higher brain function had gone offline. He stared at his fingers disappearing into Ty’s hole, transfixed at the sight, the sound of it, the smell of lube and sex. He licked his lips as Ty’s cock jerked and blurted precome onto his stomach, raised his left hand and smeared his fingers through it, then wrapped his fingers around the shaft and stroked.
Planting his feet on the bed, Ty arched his whole body off the mattress, keening in his throat like he’d been struck by lightning. Like Ollie made him feel so good he’d lost control of his body. “Ollie,” he pleaded. “Comeon.” His voice broke.
So did Ollie’s restraint. He withdrew his fingers, wiped them carelessly on his thigh, and reached for the condom, suddenly aching. When he drizzled more lube on his wrapped dick, his hands shook enough that he spilled on the sheets.
“You’re fuckingunreal,” Ollie rasped, without realizing he was going to speak, and Ty went scarlet from hairline to shoulders.
Oh God, if he was going to react like that, he was getting compliments whether he fished for them or not. Ollie knelt up on the bed and pulled Ty’s thighs over his. Goose bumps broke out on his chest as his erection brushed against the curve of Ty’s ass.
“Ollie,” Ty protested, or begged, or—Ollie didn’t know, but whatever he was asking for, he was going to get it.
“The way you look.” He took himself in hand and lined up, intoxicated by the heat of Ty’s body. He paused with the head of his cock just touching Ty’s hole, felt it twitch against him. “The way you want me, it makes me feel insane.”
With a shudder, Ty tried to push his ass down, like he couldn’t wait. Ollie barely held him still. “Fuck, c’mon.”
“Yeah,” Ollie agreed nonsensically, and thrust inside.
Ty made some kind of sound—a gasp or a moan or a curse. Ollie didn’t hear it. His world had narrowed and darkened and focused, and sound had fallen away. There was only the perfect heat of Ty’s body, the rictus of pleasure etched into his face, the unexpected squeeze of his fingers between Ollie’s.
