11. Oliver
ELEVEN
OLIVER
Oliver woke up warm. After being together for nearly fifteen years, he and Dylan didn’t usually cuddle while they slept. They spent as much time together as they could awake. When they slept, they prioritized getting good rest.
Dylan wasn’t the one making him warm, however. Oliver had a broad, solid hunk of man pressed against his back, Leon’s morning wood apparent against his ass. Leon’s body was heavy with sleep, and Oliver was already feeling a little floaty. When they started this agreement, Oliver hadn’t imagined it progressing to where they were, with Leon on vacation with them, holding Oliver while they slept. It gave him the light, fluttering, falling feeling that Oliver had only ever felt for Dylan. It freaked him out a little.
“Morning, baby,” Dylan whispered as he knelt down next to the bed. He’d spent the whole night on the couch and had woken up early to make it to the first session of the conference in time. “Sleep okay?”
“Slept great.” Oliver smiled. Dylan beamed back at him.
“Me too. I’ll see you two after dinner, all right?”
Oliver nodded, feeling Leon begin to move against him as he woke up. His arms tightened around Oliver as he pressed his erection more insistently against Oliver’s ass. He groaned, and by the way Dylan was looking over Oliver’s shoulder, he assumed Leon was giving Dylan a teasing, flirty look.
“Please don’t start anything until I leave. I’m already going to barely be on time, and I can’t walk away from you two being sexy.”
“I promise,” Leon said, voice rumbly with sleep as he ground his hips against Oliver’s ass again.
Dylan took a deep breath. “I love you, baby,” he said, pressing a kiss to Oliver’s forehead. And then, almost as a afterthought, he left a kiss on Leon’s forehead as well. He grabbed his backpack and slipped out of the hotel room.
Oliver and Leon lazed in bed for another hour, trading slow blowjobs and trying to figure out what to do with their day. Leon had his head on Oliver’s chest as they both looked at Oliver’s phone. They decided on a breakfast buffet and got up and dressed before heading to the strip.
They went to the buffet at Wynn, walking leisurely, hand in hand. Leon’s big hands had been an immediate and enduring turn-on, but in this scenario, where Oliver was both freshly satiated and away from the comforts of home, the hand that was wrapped around his was comforting more than anything. Dylan had always been his comfort person. His port in a storm and solace in tough times. Leon didn’t feel the same, but there was still the warmth of safety with him. Even holding hands down the strip didn’t make Oliver’s heart race in fear because Leon looked like a fucking bouncer. Oliver was sure he would protect them if he needed to.
Leon paid for breakfast, his warm hand on Oliver’s lower back as they went through the giant buffet and settled into the same side of their booth together.
Instead of talking about work, which had always felt like a safe topic with Leon, Oliver learned about Leon’s childhood growing up in Wisconsin and how he went to law school to make sure he could make enough money to support his family back home. His mom was chronically ill, his dad a blue-collar worker, using his body every day for hard labor. Leon always wanted to lighten their load.
Oliver thought that was sweet.
He told Leon about his little sister who he was close with, and his older brother who he had a strained relationship with. “He’s just very devoted to a belief system that doesn’t believe in me, you know?”
“I know,” Leon confirmed, rubbing Oliver’s back. He called a server over to ask for the latte Oliver had initially decided against, and Oliver snuggled into his side. When they met, Oliver was just concerned about finding someone who understood what he and Dylan were into and could make them both feel comfortable. Now, he was so grateful to discover who Leon was as a person and not just as a lover.
After some caffeine, Oliver perked up a bit, and they walked down the strip. It was cool for the desert, and Leon kept a warm arm around Oliver’s shoulders as they walked to keep him from shivering. They watched the fountain at the Bellagio and split a very tall and skinny alcoholic slushie as they wandered.
“I feel like I should get some souvenirs or something,” Leon said as they dipped into a little storefront right on the sidewalk. “A magnet maybe.”
They browsed and picked out magnets and postcards, Leon looking over Oliver’s shoulder as he pressed against his back, one hand on Oliver’s lower stomach. The butterflies were uncontrollable. He sagged back against Leon’s chest and was rewarded with a gentle sweep of Leon’s thumb over the cotton of his t-shirt.
“We should get something for Dylan,” Leon said, his voice quiet since he was so close to Oliver’s ear. Oliver liked that the two of them were spending this solo time together, and Leon was still thinking about Dylan and how they could include him, always.
“What should we get him?”
“Hmm,” Leon said, thinking as they kept scanning the cheap trinkets and keepsakes. “How about these?”
Leon picked a pair of sunglasses off the wall that had a royal flush detail on the temples. “Give him some privacy when his eyes are wandering.”
“Perfect,” Oliver said, trying them on in the mirror to approve them before he added them to Leon’s handful of items. They checked out, and Oliver put the sunglasses on as they kept walking. There were a lot of indoor malls with high-end stores, and after a little coercing, Oliver let Leon choose a pair of Dior sunglasses for him, since he’d commented about forgetting his own when Oliver had put Dylan’s on. The royal flush pair went on Leon.
“If Dyl wants something designer, I’m happy to get him a pair too,” Leon whispered as he handed over his credit card to the sales associate.
“Pretty sure he’ll be happy with the ones we picked out for him,” Oliver said, thinking about how often Dylan commented on his appreciation for how well Leon took care of Oliver. Leon gave him a kiss on the cheek as they left the store.
It was easy to pass the time they had together, chatting mostly about light subjects, but sometimes touching on serious topics as well: Oliver’s anxiety disorder. Leon’s perfectionism. Oliver had never been a big PDA person, but Leon never stopped touching him, and he touched Oliver in ways that made it clear Oliver wasn’t just his friend. Oliver was his treasure.
They found a sports book with comfy chairs, and once again, Oliver fell asleep on Leon’s shoulder. It was a good day.