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OLLIE

Sure, Ollie had done the work. He’d gone to therapy, ate as instructed, and restored his weight, but he still had doubts as he flung his shirt away, doing it impulsively before he could chicken out. Even though it was see-through, it had been a barrier, and once that barrier was gone Ollie’s insecurities screamed.

But Finn easily soothed them into silence.

“I love you too.” Ollie relished the skin-on-skin contact, he’d forgotten how much larger Finn was, and the way warmth encompassed him when they embraced. A burst of happiness shot through Ollie as he realized that he was going to have this every day, and he leaned up, opening his lips and kissing Finn in a way that had them pressed together in under five seconds, but as they started to grind, Finn pulled back again.

“If we keep doing that, it’ll be over quick and I want to finish inside you,” Finn growled, the tone rippling through Ollie and making him leak, unable to do anything else but nod. “I have to go to the bedroom and get-”

Smirking, Ollie lifted a shaking finger, pointing at a small table by the kitchen door, where he’d placed a bottle before pouncing on Finn.

Quickly grabbing it, Finn’s expression turned devious. “This is much better than any sleepover I’ve ever had.”

“Me too,” was all Ollie could muster, for his attention was on the way Finn slicked up his cock and how his hand moved as he pumped. The anticipation of being filled fluttered through Ollie’s body and his dick pulsed, leaving a small clear pool on his stomach.

Finn swiped through it, humming as he licked some off his finger.

“Why do you always taste so good?” Deliciously broad-shouldered and imposing, Finn leaned over again, putting his face in the crook of Ollie’s neck and sniffing, the rush of air making Ollie shiver. “And smell amazing?” Straightening up, he poured more lube over his fingers and Ollie smirked, for he had one more surprise.

Pulling his legs back and out, he proudly showed off his handiwork. He’d woken up from his nap just as horny as when he’d passed out, so he’d taken some time to wash up, change, and prepare. Thankfully, Finn kept his lube in the nightstand.

Silence reigned for a moment as Finn’s ravenous gaze swept over him with an intensity that made Ollie shiver once more.

“You stretched yourself for me?” Finn swiped Ollie’s dilated opening with his thumb and Ollie gasped, his body tensing as it pushed in, but then he let go with a pleased sigh. “Let me see how well you did.” Suddenly, the thumb vanished, replaced by two fingers that curled in and up, searching until they pressed just right.

“Hnnnn!” Ollie jerked, pleasure zinging low through his belly. Then Finn did it again and Ollie arched almost completely off the table, crying out and grabbing at his arm. “I-I’m gon-na…”

Finn brought his gorgeous face close, his eyes blown with desire. “You’re gonna what?” With a devilish grin, he bent his fingers for a third time, and as Ollie bowed back with a shriek, Finn slid down, swallowing his cock whole.

The dual sensations sent Ollie into overload and he furiously rocked his hips, trying to drive Finn’s fingers deeper and bury himself in that hot wet mouth, not knowing which one was better as he spiraled up like a rocket straight into bliss. It took him a few seconds to realize he was coming and Finn greedily swallowed it all, not stopping until Ollie shook like a leaf, tossing his head back and forth, his tunnel still clenching around the fingers inside.

With a soft chuckle, Finn stood, leaving Ollie feeling empty, his wet cock cold as it hit the air. Somehow, he’d managed to hold onto his legs but they started dropping, so Finn quickly took over, pushing them back a bit more.

“Now the fun begins.” His teasing tone, along with the glint in his eyes, sent lightening up Ollie’s spine again, and he squirmed, the cold surface of the table good against his heated skin, only stilling when Finn’s cock pressed against his opening. It rubbed a few times, and Ollie tried to relax as much as possible, but it still didn’t prepare him for the feeling of that girth slowly pushing inside, stretching him almost too much.

“Finn!” Ollie choked on a scream, arching again, his own cock showing signs of life as the fullness overwhelmed him, satisfying all those fantasies he’d had while they were apart. Clenching around the invading cock, he grinned as Finn grunted.

“You’re killing me, Sunshine. Stop squeezing the hell out of me.” His gruff, growly tone only encouraged Ollie, and he clenched again, turning the tables and torturing Finn, getting revenge for the prostate massage; however, Finn wasn’t having it. Angling his hips, he slid in the last few inches, seating himself fully, and Ollie shrieked, completely knocked off his game.

They stayed like that for a moment, staring at each other, chests heaving, before Finn began a series of shallow thrusts that had Ollie quickly losing his mind. But that was just the beginning, because as the pace picked up Ollie became only sensation, aware that he was making sounds and attempting to rock his hips, but he’d lost all control.

With a huff, Finn shifted his hold and the surging pleasure increased tenfold, washing through Ollie like the tide, over and over as the tip of Finn’s cock continued to hit that perfect spot.

At some point, Finn had released his legs to press against him, and he’d completely wrapped himself in his lover, his partner, his life, eagerly taking whatever Finn wanted to give him. And Finn delivered, rocking his hips with powerful thrusts that had Ollie jolting each time they slid home, the twist and rub of skin along his untouched cock making him leak nonstop as his eyes rolled up into his head.

And while he soared, Finn began to speak, his breathy and stuttering words winding around Ollie and cradling him as he climbed to the heavens. “I’m going to tell you again, Ollie. You’re beautiful. I’ve loved you since the moment I saw you, and I’ll never stop loving you. Even when we’re old and gray you’ll still be the brightest and most gorgeous thing in my world. You’re mine. My sunshine. Forever. And I lo-” Finn inhaled sharply, then grunted, and the thrusts began to stagger. “I love y-”

Sinking ferociously deep, Finn bottomed out. As his cock began to pulse, Ollie’s channel stretched even further, filling in a way that slammed him back into his body, instantly pushing him over the edge, and he came for a second time, crying out as Finn moaned, shivering against him.

Bliss lingered, humming through Ollie’s skin as they lay in a tangle of limbs on the kitchen table, and suddenly Ollie understood. This, right here? This was real beauty - how happy and comfortable he was with himself, and the joy he brought to others. Not his appearance, not his weight, not his sense of style, but his soul. Katrin had reiterated that, or some version of it, too many times to count but it hadn’t sunken in until just now.

Lifting his hand, Ollie’s eyes traced the S on the small silver band Finn had given him. It had moved from his index to ring finger during treatment and fit perfectly once again. Ollie had taken that as a very good sign.

“I love you too,” he whispered, his heart filling with gratitude, because he’d been gifted with a partner that loved and accepted him no matter what. And it was about time he did the same for himself.

“If we do this every day, I won’t be able to walk at work,” Finn mumbled into the table, bracing his hands on the surface and pushing up. With tousled hair, flushed cheeks, and puffy lips, he looked fucked-out, and pride surged through Ollie’s veins. Project Sexy Purple T-shirt had worked beyond his wildest expectations. He felt cleansed, more connected to Finn, and better about himself than he had in a long time. A few intrusive thoughts sprouted in his mind, dread still lurking and feeding them, but Ollie had learned to pull them like weeds and toss them aside. Every time he did, his dread shrunk, little by little, taking some of his fears with it, and one day there wouldn’t be either of them left.

“You drive a shuttle bus, you don’t walk.” Ollie gave Finn a sweet lingering kiss. “Besides, walking is overrated.”

“It is.” Finn gave him a nod and then sobered, his intensity doubling. “Sunshine, I have an important question. I need to know…” He paused and Ollie tilted his head, wondering what in the world could be this serious until Finn raised an eyebrow. “Do you have any more of those shirts?”

“How did you get this?” Ollie stared down at a picture of Finn in Death Beverage, different from the one he had. In his, Finn smiled into the camera, but in this one, Finn’s head was a blur as he thrashed his long hair while strumming a bass.

“I drove Uncle Joe home and he gave it to me as a parting gift.” Smiling, Owen returned it to the pocket of his jacket, which he still wore since it was early at The Pointe. Not a lot of employees had come in yet and Ollie was fine with that; he didn’t want too much fanfare on his first day back. It had been more than enough that Marci and Dylan had waited for him by the front door, smothering him with hugs until Owen had come to the rescue, ushering Ollie upstairs for a catch-up meeting that turned into them just chatting.

“Finn did not think that through,” Ollie giggled. “You know, Marci would die if she ever found out that Finn was actually in a garage band.”

“Another reason to have this.” Owen patted the pocket. “Leverage. I’m sure he doesn’t want Marci to know either.”

“You’re too nice to use it against him.” Putting a finger on his chin, Ollie looked at the ceiling. “I, on the other hand-”

“Hi, Owen. Marci sent me up to-” Rain stopped short a few steps into the office, his gray eyes widening. “Ollinator? Oh my fucking god!” Darting forward, he hugged Ollie, hopping up and down with excitement until Ollie had no choice but to bounce with him. Then he gasped, coming to an abrupt halt and spinning on his heel, facing Owen. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to barge in, the door was kinda open.”

“It’s fine, Rain. What does Marci need?” Cordial as ever, Owen grinned, nodding at him to continue.

“The grand tour people? They’re already here.” Rain made a face.

“Of course they are. I guess I better go greet them.” Adjusting his tie, Owen patted Ollie’s shoulder as he passed. “I left The Pointe’s phone on my desk. It’s good to have you back.”

Ollie tried not to tear up. “It’s good to be back.”

“Sorry I missed your party,” Rain said once Owen left. “Three people called out that day and-”

“Are you kidding?” Ollie grinned. “I know how it is here and Tommy told me that you had to work. It’s fine.”

“You look amazing.” Rain struck a pose. “And so do I.” The uniform tuxes did no one any favors yet Rain somehow looked sultry and mysterious in it, especially with his hair pulled back into an elegant braid. “Thank you again for hooking me up with this place.”

“You”re super welcome, but they’re always hiring and all I had to do was text someone. You did all the hard work.” Ollie smoothed the collar of his bedazzled button-down, which had become his work uniform. “So, what have you been up to? Did you ever end up moving out?” Rain had stopped at the clinic a few times with Tommy, but Ollie hadn”t seen him in a while.

“Yeah.” Rain bit his lip, looking away. “I, um, found somewhere to stay. It’s sorta temporary but I don’t know.” An uncertain, very not-Rain expression crossed his face but it quickly vanished, replaced by a smile that seemed genuine. “And I got a kitten!”

“Oh my god, really?” Ollie squealed. “Name?”

“Mouse,” Rain stated proudly.

Ollie cackled, making a heart sign with his fingers. “I love it.”

“I was walking by a dumpster and heard her squeaking. I thought she was a mouse or a small rat,” Rain shrugged. “And it stuck.”

“She was in a dumpster?” Ollie’s forehead crinkled in concern. “That’s terrible.”

“Right? And it’s not like I could leave her there, I had to adopt her.” Rain acted put out but his grin gave him away.

“Of course,” Ollie agreed, raising an eyebrow. “By the way, you haven’t paid the cat tax yet.”

“Oh! Hang on.” Rain pulled out his phone, holding it close as he browsed the gallery. “Here you go.”

Stretching out his arm, he showed Ollie a photo of a tiny black cloud with golden eyes.

“Why is she so cute?” Ollie gushed, putting his hands over his lips. But then he stopped, squinting. “That table looks familiar.”

Rain snatched the cell away, quickly pocketing it. “My roommate got it at some flea market.” Looking at the floor, he tapped his headset. “Marci’s calling me. I gotta go but I’ll see you later since we’re working together now!” Giving Ollie another hug, he dashed off.

Staring after him, Ollie blinked, confused. What was that about? And where did he see that table?

Going to the small window on the left, he watched everyone scurrying around the main room below. Just like his previous first day at The Pointe, Owen had started him off with a smaller party and Ollie needed to get down there soon to take some room shots before the guests arrived. Turning, he studied the company phone, once again feeling fortunate that he didn’t have to use his device. It helped keep work separate from his personal life, and he could easily maintain his current boundaries about powering up his phone.

Picking it up, Ollie flipped it in his hand and dove in, clearing out the gallery, updating a few of the apps, adjusting profiles, and taking new photos when necessary. While in treatment, he hadn’t been sure about his career in social media. Did it run too close to his Olleelicious persona and appearance issues? Thankfully, he got an answer to that fast because as he worked the birthday party that night, he felt competent, invigorated, and alive. He’d forgotten how much he loved being a content creator, either behind or in front of the camera. It fed his soul, and a flicker of need lit inside of him, making him want to return to his own social media. However, if he did that, he had to make a fundamental shift in his platform.

When Ollie had found out that Jax’s friend went into treatment because of him, he’d cried for twenty minutes, with I’m going to get help too flashing through his mind. He hoped that both of those people had as much support as he did. And if they didn’t? Then maybe he could lend some support.

Lost in thought, he barely realized that he and Finn were heading home from work until Finn spoke.

“You’ve been quiet. You feeling all right, Sunshine?” Turning into their complex, the SUV slowed, going over a speed bump.

“Actually, I am.” To be fair, Ollie had made the decision a long time ago, during his last Live, and it had taken him until now to realize it. “I think I’m going to turn on my phone.”

“Yeah?” Pulling into the driveway, Finn put the car in park and faced Ollie. “Are you still going to be Olleelicious?”

He couldn’t go back to his old self. Now, when he looked in the mirror, he didn’t see high school Ollie, or pre-treatment Ollie, but present-day Ollie. And present-day Ollie had started dressing for fun and playing with the artistry of makeup again, not out of a need for escape or validation, but from a place of personal enjoyment. And he didn’t want to put pressure on that. He might occasionally post a makeup tutorial, but from here on out, things were going to change.

“Sort of…” Ollie let out a long breath. “I mean, I lost all my affiliate work and I don’t want it back. I thought about deleting everything, or just the pictures where I look sick. But why? It’s my story, and it should be out there for other people to see. To see that it can happen to them. To let them know that they are beautiful, they are allowed to be who they are, to feel what they feel, to take up space and that, like you said, nothing is guaranteed. To tell them that if they want to be happy, then they have to do it today. The new Olleelicious is going to be a safe space for people with eating disorders and hopefully, I can convince anyone who needs it to get help.”

“I think that’s wonderful.” Finn took Ollie’s hand. “Make sure you focus on you first though.”

“Of course,” Ollie nodded. “Being unplugged showed me that I don’t need to be chronically online. And I’m not, like, saying I’m an expert. I just want to be honest, be myself, and be there for my followers.”

“I still think it’s wonderful.” Absently, Finn spun the ring on Ollie’s finger. “You’ll help a lot of people.”

Ollie pursed his lips, trying not to blush. “I think you’re biased.”

“But it doesn’t mean I’m wrong.” Looking down at their joined hands, Finn chuckled at his fidgeting. “Sorry, I guess it’s like a magnet for me.”

“Don’t apologize,” Ollie insisted. “I love the touch. Thank you for giving me this ring. You were right, you know. It helped me during some of the worst parts of treatment. I used to sit in my room and hold it at night, thinking about you.” He chuckled. “Now I sound like some silly romance novel-”

“Why is it silly?” Finn leaned in, devotion glittering in his gaze. “This ring is a promise, I’m with you for life, and you leaned on that during a difficult time. It’s not silly, it’s beautiful. Our love is beautiful.” Lifting Ollie’s hand, Finn pressed his lips over the band, kissing Ollie’s finger as well. “One day I’m going to take this ring off, say my vows, and put it back on you, for good.”

Ollie jolted with a gasp, slapping his free hand to his chest. “Oh my god, Finn Cooper. Are we really doing this right now? Are you asking me to-”

“It can be a proposal or whatever you want. But you’re not getting rid of me. Ever.” Pulling Ollie by the hand, Finn met him over the center console, and they hugged as much as they could. “Okay?”

“Okay,” Ollie declared into Finn’s shoulder, the word soaked in joy. “But I’m telling everyone we’re engaged.”

“Good.” Breaking apart, Finn gave him a devious smile, and before Ollie could react, he opened the window, shouting. “He’s my fiancé!”It echoed down the road, bouncing off the other townhouses, and an elderly woman gardening across the street stopped to wave at them.

This time, instead of cringing and sinking in his seat, Ollie threw his head back, laughing. “I can’t believe we’re doing this right now, in the car.”

“Why?” Closing the window, Finn turned to him, his smile tender as he brushed his fingers along Ollie’s cheek. “This is where we met.”

“It is.” Holding his hand up, Ollie stared at the ring, blinking away tears. He didn’t think that he could ever be this happy, this carefree, this excited about the future, and a lot of that was thanks to Finn - the knight who supported him, who adored him, and who fought by his side until Ollie could stand on his own. And who proved without a shadow of a doubt that rules were meant to be broken. “Why are you so nice to me?”

“Because I love you, Sunshine.” Leaning in, Finn placed a gentle kiss on Ollie’s lips, and at that moment Ollie felt like his nickname, a bright and brilliant star, ready to shine his light upon the world.