14. Dylan
FOURTEEN
DYLAN
“I’m trying not to spend the whole day complaining,” Oliver said as Dylan cleaned up the kitchen from their sheet pan chicken and veggies they’d had for dinner. As much as Dylan had loved being with Leon for the past few days, it had been nice to spend the day reconnecting with Oliver. Getting time with his husband. Even if Oliver had been having a hard time adjusting back to a different time zone—and it was only an hour different. “I’m not a good traveler.”
“You just need some pampering. And maybe a couple of Advil,” Dylan said, grabbing a bottle of painkillers from the cupboard for the headache Oliver had mentioned before dinner and sliding them across the counter to where he was sitting. He shook two out and downed them with the last swallow of water in his glass. Dylan picked up his glass and refilled it, and Oliver took a few more sips.
“I always forget Advil even exists,” Oliver said. Dylan knew. He always had to remind Oliver that there were solutions to a headache or a muscle ache. As his husband, Dylan considered it one of his jobs.
“What if we go upstairs and I give you a whole-body massage?” Dylan suggested. It had been a while since he’d touched every single inch of Oliver’s skin, and he had a craving for it. Plus, he knew it was one of Oliver’s favorite things. More often than not, the intention of a massage got derailed by sex pretty quickly, but they were both fairly sated after their trip.
Dylan turned up the thermostat so Oliver wouldn’t be too cold during the massage, and then he grabbed a bottle of massage oil and the big waterproof blanket they used when they were going to get messy. It was a deep maroon and super plush, and Dylan laid it out on their bed. He gave Oliver a soft kiss.
“Strip,” he requested, giving Oliver a pat on his ass to get him in gear. Oliver had changed into sweats the second they got home, and when he pulled off his hoodie and sweatpants, he was bare underneath. Dylan could see their life projected out in front of them, and he couldn’t imagine anything except being old and still hot for Oliver.
Oliver shot a grin over his shoulder at Dylan before he climbed onto the bed, crawling to the center of it. It had taken a little while for Oliver to become truly comfortable in his skin, to feel sexy and accept that his body was absolutely perfect to Dylan. But ever since Leon came into their lives, Oliver had gained a lot of confidence, even when Leon wasn’t in the room. Like he had accepted that sex didn’t just feel incredible, but it was also fun and playful.
Dylan took his own clothes off, leaving only his underwear on. He’d need the barrier to remind himself that this was about Oliver. About relaxing him and making him feel good. On their fifth anniversary, they’d taken a couple’s massage class to help them learn how to give a solid massage at home, and while it had been hard to keep things appropriate while being instructed, it had been a great investment. Dylan grabbed the oil and climbed onto the bed after Oliver, who had settled on his stomach, head on his folded arms. Dylan straddled his waist, trying not to get too distracted by his bare ass, and poured some oil into his hand, warming it up between both hands before spreading it over Oliver’s back in an even, slippery coat.
Oliver sighed, and Dylan had hardly touched him. Oliver was definitely ready to relax.
Dylan started at his shoulders, pressing his thumbs into the spots he knew Oliver carried most of his tension, earning a groan that he knew Oliver wasn’t intending to be sexy. It didn’t matter. Just touching Oliver like this would make Dylan hard. Add literally any little noises and he was a lost cause. If Oliver wasn’t feeling up to sex after this, Dylan would have to go jerk himself off.
He ran his hands over Oliver’s biceps, remembering what his body had looked like at seventeen—stringy and skinny and perfect. He’d been with Oliver as he’d gained muscle tone and definition in his jaw. As he’d grown his first facial hair. And Oliver had been right next to him as his own body had changed over the years. Dylan had loved every version of him.
“You have been beautiful every second of your life, you know that?” Dylan asked, leaning down to press a kiss right behind Oliver’s ear. His voice was thick, and the corner of Oliver’s mouth turned up.
“Are you getting emotional on me?”
“Baby, I’m always emotional about you.” His fingers laced into Oliver’s hair for a scalp massage.
“I love you, too,” Oliver said, his eyes staying closed as another satisfied sigh came out of his mouth. Dylan kept his hands in Oliver’s hair for a while, letting the blond strands slip through the gaps between his fingers as Oliver’s breathing slowed down.
Dylan gave Oliver one more kiss behind his ear before he started moving lower, working down his back. His lower back, right at the top of the fullness of his ass, was another area Dylan knew ached from sitting at a desk all day—and being on a plane. He used his forearm and elbow to glide over Oliver’s skin, eliciting the first little moan from Oliver.
“Goddamn, my back is so fucked up,” he complained, wiggling his ass a little in a move Dylan thought might actually be in effort to feel better and not just to look fucking sexy. It was hard for Dylan to maintain focus. He had to move on. He gave Oliver’s ass a little squeeze before skipping over it.
Then he got off Oliver and stood at the foot of the bed to give Oliver’s legs the attention they needed. He added more oil to his hands and started with Oliver’s feet.
“You could probably make me come from this,” Oliver joked as Dylan dug his thumbs into one of his arches. “Or make me fall asleep. One or the other.”
“Hm, well, I hope to accomplish both tonight.” Dylan was trying his best to ignore his own erection, but it was straining against his underwear.
“I believe in you.” He could see the side of Oliver’s cheeky smile.
He carried the massage he was giving to Oliver’s left foot up to his ankle and calf. There was so much tension in his muscles that Dylan thought it would be a good idea for Oliver to start getting regular professional massages. They’d always just been an occasional treat, but they didn’t have kids or animals. They could afford it. Oliver had been so stressed at work lately, every rumor pointing to layoffs coming. Dylan didn’t think it was going to happen, but it freaked Oliver out every time his boss said anything suspicious.
Dylan made it up Oliver’s thigh, sliding a thumb into his crease, getting close to his hole but not touching it yet. Oliver gasped, then let out a disappointed little sound as he realized Dylan was teasing him. He wasn’t sad for long though, as Dylan gave his right foot the same treatment. He was putty in Dylan’s hands. And as much as Dylan had been convincing himself over the last couple of months that he still had the same place in Oliver’s life, especially after their trip, it was nice to know that. To know that Oliver still needed him.
Oliver’s body was liquid, warm and loose, as Dylan made his way up his right leg to his ass. Before he moved to anything sexy, he gave Oliver’s glutes some attention, and the way he was grinding his hips into the mattress wasn’t missed. Finally, Oliver whined impatiently. Dylan was incapable of withholding anything from Oliver for any reason, so he hopped up to pull his underwear off finally and switch out the body oil with lube, continuing his ministrations into Oliver’s crease, his fingers finding Oliver’s pucker with motions imbued with muscle memory.
Oliver pressed back against his fingers, the massage oil that hadn’t fully absorbed into his skin glistening over his whole body.
“I feel so fucking good,” Oliver said as Dylan gently worked fingers into him. Oliver’s body welcomed them hungrily, and the second Oliver clenched on them, Dylan knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He slipped his fingers out. “Hey,” Oliver whined.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he said, lying down next to Oliver. Without having to be asked, Oliver rolled onto his side, back to Dylan’s front, his top leg already bent. Dylan coated his cock with lube and guided himself into Oliver’s tight heat. He wrapped an arm around Oliver, letting his bicep be a makeshift pillow as he slowly slid deeper.
“Fuck,” Oliver sighed, wiggling his hips to get comfortable and pulling his knee up to his chest so Dylan had better access. One credit to the sheer amount of time they spent together was that they had every position figured out.
Dylan curled his hand around Oliver’s hip, holding him in place as he fucked into him, grinding his hips as he pushed in deep. Oliver let out a moan with every thrust, and the combined sound of Oliver’s moans, Dylan’s own grunts, and the slapping of skin that echoed through their room was like music. It was the first time since they had started seeing Leon that neither of them had brought him up during sex, and while Dylan loved the place Leon was finding in their lives, he also just wanted to be Oliver’s husband that evening. To cherish their relationship as this new relationship grew.
Oliver held on to the arm Dylan had wrapped around his chest with one hand, while the other encircled his erection, his breath coming shorter. “Right there, right there, don’t stop,” Oliver moaned as he frantically jerked himself, his hole clenching hard around Dylan as he came, spilling over the plush blanket beneath them, Dylan’s name on his lips for the first time in a while.
Watching Oliver come would never stop being the sexiest thing in the world to Dylan. Dylan came as the waves of Oliver’s orgasm continued to crash over him.
Oliver was panting by the time Dylan pulled out of him, his grip tight on the arm Dylan had wrapped around him, daring him to so much as try to pull away. Dylan did him one better and wrapped his other arm around his chest as well, holding him close as their breathing slowly returned to normal.
“I will never, ever get sick of coming on your cock,” Oliver promised, reaching his free arm behind him as he found Dylan’s hip, keeping them flush together. Dylan slowly slipped out of him as they stayed close, sticky but relaxed and happy. “Sometimes, literally all I need is my husband, you know? And not just sex. Just…everything. I know we’ve both been, uh…distracted lately. But I’m thinking about you every single second of every day.”
Dylan pressed a kiss to Oliver’s cheek, a little more stubbly than usual since he’d skipped shaving that morning to make their flight.
“Same, my love.”
They basked until Oliver shivered, and Dylan forced them to get up. Oliver got the shower water hot as Dylan tossed the waterproof blanket in the laundry basket. Their shower was short and sweet and filled with lazy kisses more than anything else. But at least they wouldn’t go to bed sticky.
“I gotta cash in more of those massages,” Oliver said as they climbed into bed together. Dylan may not be a cuddler as they slept, but in the moments before they actively tried to fall asleep, he held Oliver’s body close to him, his hands skimming over his soft skin yet again.
“Touching your body obsessively is never a hardship for me,” Dylan promised, pressing a kiss to Oliver’s forehead.
They were entering uncharted territory, but they were solid. Dylan knew what they were doing with Leon was right.