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OLLIE

Ollie was glad that he’d seen Near Dark a dozen times because he’d spent most of the movie not watching the television, but staring at Finn from the corner of his eye.

Earlier that day, during lunch with Liam, he’d convinced himself that he’d never hear from Finn again, and when his phone had dinged with a text from the man in question only a few hours later, Ollie had stared at the screen for a good minute before it sunk in that it was real. He should’ve told Finn to forget it or ignored the message but he couldn’t help himself. Despite his buzzing anxieties, he was beyond interested and his horny brain hijacked all logic, convincing him to give Finn a chance.

Which was why he’d said yes and then spent the better part of an hour picking out the perfect outfit, applying the right makeup, and refreshing his curls so he could look effortless and polished when Finn arrived. And by the heat in Finn’s gaze as it drifted over Ollie at the door, he’d nailed it.

“Are you sure you don’t want the last slice of buffalo chicken goodness?” Finn gestured toward the box and Ollie had to concentrate not to sneer at it. He’d had enough pizza on the day he moved.

“No thank you.” He tried to sound breezy and chipper.

“Your loss.” Finn picked it up and Ollie couldn’t help but wonder how calories and carbs didn’t cross his mind until Finn jolted in his seat and pointed at the television. “Yes! This is the best part. Caleb and Severen are about to face off.”

With a smile, Ollie attempted to watch the movie and he didn’t know how or when it happened but somehow the inches between them slowly disappeared. By the time the credits rolled, he was pressed into Finn’s side, and a large warm arm was snug around his shoulders.

“That was good. I haven’t seen Near Dark in ages.” Finn’s voice was low, and the earthy scent of pine and sandalwood washed over Ollie’s senses, making him aroused and trepidatious. He wanted Finn, more than he’d ever wanted anyone, but he still wasn’t ready to let Finn see him naked, so he grabbed the remote before he could do something he’d regret.

“Do you mind if I check the tennis scores?” His voice was raspy with need and he cleared his throat, trying not to sound too thirsty.

“Did you just say tennis scores?” Finn dropped his arm, turning to face Ollie with an odd gleam in his eye.

“Yeaaaah?” Ollie drew the word out, confused.

“You like tennis?” The gleam intensified.

Ollie nodded once, tightly. “My dad always loved it, so I’ve been watching since I was a kid.”

“Why are you so perfect?” Finn breathed, more of that wonder on his face. “First vampire movies and now tennis. Do you like classic rock too?”

“I don’t hate it?” Ollie didn’t want to tell Finn that he preferred electronic music. “You’re a tennis fan too?”

“Big time.” Finn waved his hand at the television. “I’m dying to see the scores myself. The ATP Finals have been wild this year.”

“They have!” Ollie agreed. “I didn’t think there would be that many upsets.”

“It’s the surface. They need to vary it. It’s not fair to those who don’t play well on hard court.”

“True. But if they make a change, it should be to grass. There are enough clay court tournaments already.”

“Traitor! There can never be enough clay on the schedule,” he chuckled, and Ollie realized that neither of them looked at the sports channel, for their eyes were firmly pinned on each other. “Do you play? I know some great indoor courts in the area.”

“I do but I need a new racket,” Ollie admitted. He’d been using the same one since high school and it had seen better days.

“When you get one, let me know. I’d love to play you.” Finn gave him an illegal sultry wink and Ollie blushed, the double entendre not lost on him.

“I’ll kick your ass, I hope you know that.” Ollie gave Finn a cunning half-smile.

“Ooh,” Finn leaned in until their faces were a breath apart. “Challenge accepted.”

That closeness lit the fire between them and Ollie found himself unable to answer for he was swimming in the chocolate depths of Finn’s gaze, about to be pulled under. It was mesmerizing, leaving Ollie frozen in place as sheer need barreled through his veins. Finn clearly felt the same way because his eyes flicked back and forth, carefully drawing Ollie in, and time seemed to slow as their lips met.

Ollie couldn’t help but groan. He’d been dreaming about another kiss for months and it was even better than he’d imagined. Tilting his head, he asked for more, and Finn obliged, caressing Ollie’s face with the back of his knuckles before cupping his cheek tenderly. That delicate touch had Ollie trembling, as did the wet lick along the seam of his lips. With a whine, Ollie opened up for Finn, letting his tongue in and sucking on it.

Finn growled, putting his free hand on Ollie’s waist, and for some reason Ollie didn’t jump or pull away; it only made him want to touch Finn in return. Reaching up, he ran his hands through Finn’s hair, noting how soft it was, and then trailed his fingertips down the corded muscle of Finn’s neck, tracing his way to firm shoulders and a delectable chest. Ollie wanted to see Finn with his shirt off but he couldn’t ask; if that happened then he’d have to disrobe too.

The kiss became deeper, wetter, their tongues dancing together, moving from Ollie’s mouth into Finn’s, the burn of his stubble delicious against Ollie’s lips and chin. The temperature in the room rose, or maybe it was just Ollie who was hot because he began to sweat with desire. He’d made out with guys before but it had never been like this - passionate, vivid, and powerful. It was like standing outside on the first warm spring day after being indoors all winter.

Eventually, they had to breathe and broke apart. Ollie’s chest was heaving and he gulped air, one of his breaths ending in a squeak as Finn dove back in, attacking his neck.

“F-Finn!” Curling his hands in Finn’s shirt, Ollie gasped as pleasure rolled through him. His cock filled, growing impossibly hard as he was swept away by Finn’s talented lips and tongue. Somehow, he knew how to nip in all the right places as his hands wandered, squeezing and rubbing down Ollie’s chest until they reached the hem of his shirt. “Wait!”

Finn pulled away immediately, staring down at Ollie with swollen lips and blown pupils. It was alluring as fuck but Ollie needed to take control or he’d be naked before he knew it, and he couldn’t bear to see the disappointment on Finn’s face.

“L-Let me…” Ollie looked at the basement door. There was a non-zero chance that Mason would come upstairs but Ollie was willing to take the risk; besides, if Mason saw them in the middle of a blowjob he probably wouldn’t care. At worst, he’d take a few photos.

Straightening his shirt, Ollie gave Finn a lascivious wink and slid off the couch, kneeling in front of it.

“Ollie, what are you - oh.” Finn’s eyes glazed over as Ollie settled between his legs, rubbing his denim-clad thighs. They were lean but solid as if Finn biked or swam. Ollie wanted to bite into them but he needed to get rid of the pesky jeans first.

Reaching for the button, Ollie made quick work of it, pulling the zipper down and tugging on the band, encouraging Finn to lift his hips, but Finn grabbed his wrists instead.

“A-Are you sure? What about?” Finn jerked his head toward the hall, more worried than Ollie was about interruptions.

“Mason could be down there for days and even if he sees us the couch is blocking most of it.” Ollie ran his hand over the fabric-covered bulge that rose from the open zipper. Finn was wearing black briefs that were tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination and Ollie’s mouth watered as he thought about the impressive meal before him. “And I like doing this. Sit back.”

It was true. Ollie thoroughly enjoyed giving head, feeling a thick cock in his mouth, bringing a man to orgasm with only his lips and tongue. It gave him pleasure to hear their pleasure, to feel their curled hair around his nose and mouth, take in their heavy scent. A few times Ollie had even come hands-free while servicing. He was hoping to do that now. That way they’d both get off and Ollie wouldn’t have to show his body.

Finn looked at the door, lips pressed together as if he were pondering, but desire won out and he lifted his hips, helping Ollie slide his pants and underwear down. Ollie raised his eyebrows as a generously thick cock bounced out of its confines, slapping Finn’s stomach and leaving a wet mark that displayed Finn’s enthusiasm.

“Very nice.” Ollie grinned up at him, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and giving it an experimental tug. Finn tossed his head back with a groan the second Ollie touched him, and his cock gave a pulsing jump. He was so responsive; this was going to be fun.

Leaning in, Ollie suckled at the head, sampling the precum that leaked freely. It had a tart almost smoky taste and combined with the lingering flavor of Finn’s skin, it left Ollie wanting more. He glanced up, meeting Finn’s eyes as he circled the head with his lips, sinking a half inch, and Finn made a strangled sound, looking at Ollie as if he’d created the universe. Another spurt of delectable liquid hit Ollie’s palate as he lowered his head even more, rubbing his hands on Finn’s thighs. Hair tickled his palms and from where Ollie sat he could see it grow thicker until it encompassed the base of the cock he was working on, surrounding it with dense dark curls that Ollie wanted to bury his face in.

“Ollie.” Finn’s legs began to tremble and Ollie pulled back up, popping the cock free, removing a hand from one thigh so he could hold the base.

“Is this okay? Should I stop?” Ollie teased, loving the power he held by simply working a man at his root.

“N-No,” Finn panted, running a palm over Ollie’s hair.

“Are you suuure?” Ollie tugged on the shaft, squeezing as he rubbed his cheek on Finn’s thigh coyly.

“Yes. Y-You devil,” Finn breathed out a laugh and Ollie couldn’t help but smile as he returned to duty, pushing the cock back into his mouth and sinking even deeper than he had before. He began to bob his head in a pattern, continuing to firmly hold the base, for Finn was going to come when Ollie wanted him to and not a moment sooner. Each time he descended he went further until the head hit the back of his throat and then he relaxed, forcing it past that.

Finn choked like he was taking the dick, sputtering and babbling as he held Ollie’s head. He wasn’t directing with his touch, or forcing, just resting his hands there, as if it grounded him. “Y-Yeah, oh god. Ollie, your mouth is…wow.”

At each word, Ollie’s cock leaked, begging for attention, and he was tempted to pull it out and stroke it along with his movements but he wanted to focus, give Finn something that would make him come and then come back.

Sliding his other hand off Finn’s thigh, Ollie swept fingertips over his balls, tracing them while he sucked furiously on the shaft above. With that extra touch and suction, Finn practically folded in half, letting out another growl. Ollie had him literally right in the palm of his hand.

And he should probably stop teasing.

Releasing the base, Ollie blew Finn with fervor, raising his head until just the tip was left inside and then sliding it back down to the nest of curls at the base, all the while playing with the roundness in his hand. He felt surrounded by Finn, by his earthy manly scent, by the pleas and cries that slipped from his lips, by the way he clung to Ollie’s hair, hanging on as if he were being dangled over a precipice.

And Ollie was going to let him fall. Sinking as far as he could go, Ollie lodged that cock deep within his throat, repressing the need to gag as he swallowed around it. Finn let out a ragged gasp, his entire body jerking, yet he still found the breath to warn Ollie.

“I-I’m gonna…” He tugged up but Ollie stayed put, for he was exactly where he wanted to be.

“Mmhmm,” he hummed around the thick rod, wiggling his tongue as much as he could. Finn seemed to stop breathing, going perfectly still until the first pulse sprayed into Ollie’s mouth, and then he shot into motion, arching his back and continuing to empty himself, moaning with each wave.

Ollie took every drop greedily, his own cock throbbing and continuing to beg for a touch, but it would have to wait for he was still milking the shaft on his tongue. Eventually, Finn dropped back into himself, arms and legs akimbo as he melted bonelessly into the couch, and Ollie finally pulled away, grinning like the cat that caught the canary as he daintily wiped his mouth.

“So, you liked that.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes. What the actual fuck, Ollie.” That also wasn’t a question. Finn’s head was resting on the back of the couch, eyes closed, and Ollie felt a surge of pride. He did that. He wrecked this stunning man. “That was the best blowjob I’ve ever gotten.” Finn’s voice was raspy, sex-soaked and so seductive Ollie considered making a recording of it for personal use.

“Don’t forget to leave five stars on the app.” Since Finn didn’t seem capable of moving yet, Ollie pulled his briefs back up, tucking him in, and Finn came to, fixing his jeans.

“I’d leave a hundred stars if I could.” Finn eyed Ollie, his gaze traveling south, and Ollie shifted, sure his bulge was obvious. “Do you want me to return the favor? I admit…” Finn rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m a beginner.”

“Right.” Ollie rolled his eyes, too turned on to think straight. “Because a guy like you has never given a blowjob.”

“I haven’t,” Finn stated, as serious as a heart attack. Ollie sat back on his heels, still not quite comprehending but anxiety was barreling down on him.

“Do you not give blowjobs?” Ollie could feel his forehead wrinkling in confusion and fear. “I mean, if head isn’t your thing then-”

“It is. My thing. I mean, um…I’ve just never done it to a guy before.” Finn’s cheeks were flushed and there was apprehension in his gaze, which was unusual on him. “Only to women.”

It was like Ollie had been dunked in ice. No, this couldn’t be happening again.

“Oh my god.” He stood, his erection deflating as all of his hope ground to a screeching halt. And he had no one to blame but himself because he’d never asked Finn directly if he was gay, and that was the first thing he should have done. But now was as good a time as any. “You’re straight.”

“I thought I was up until I met you. But I guess I’m bisexual. Or, Olliesexual.” Finn grinned at the end of the sentence, trying to be playful but Ollie wanted to cry. It was happening again.

“I think you need to leave.” He turned away, folding his arms and forcing back his tears. It was better he found out sooner rather than later, when he was more attached, but it felt like his heart was breaking anyway. This was ridiculous, he’d seen Finn what, three times?

“Ollie? Hey, talk to me.” Finn stood, walking around Ollie to face him, confusion across his features. “What did I do?”

“It’s not what you did. It’s what you’re not.” Ollie backed away, heading for the foyer.

“Is this because I’m not gay? I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier, I wanted to talk about it but I could never find the right time.” When Ollie didn’t reply because he was holding back sobs, Finn stepped a little closer. “Come on, Ollie. Is it really that important? There’s a connection here that I want to explore. And I care about-”

“Stop. Just stop.” Ollie waved his hands in front of him, blinking away the tears blurring his vision. “It is important. To me.” No matter how perfect Finn seemed to be, he had one fundamental flaw. He was heterosexual. Some people, like Rain, would delight in having tempted a man into trying other men but Ollie wasn’t some people. He’d been through that twice before and there was no way he wanted another round. “I have a rule. No straight men.”

“But I’m not straight-”

Ollie’s gaze shimmered as he choked back more tears. “No men who were straight before me.”

“Why?” Finn asked, eyes wide in bewilderment as he absentmindedly buttoned his pants.

“Because you’re not part of the lifestyle. There’s so much more than just acting on your attraction because you think dating me is like dating a woman. And it’s not. I’m not a fling, I’m not an experiment, and I refuse to be hurt again.”

“Ollie.” Finn reached out his hand. “I would never hurt you.”

It was so tempting. So very tempting. Ollie stared at that hand, yearning to take it, but his brain stepped in, reminding him not to fall for this a third time.

He had to end things. Right now.

“Just…just go.” Before Finn could say anything else, Ollie spun on his heel and ran upstairs, slamming the door to his room and locking it. A few seconds later he heard the front door close and the torrent of tears he’d been holding back burst free, streaming down his face as he curled up in his orange chair and sobbed.

He should have known better. He should have never put any hope into love or relationships because all things end, some sooner than others. That’s the way life was, so he should forget about Finn, forget about being with anyone, and focus only on himself, become as light as a feather so he could float through the air, ride the wind, and avoid any further disaster.