14. Take Advantage
N oble traced Ollie’s features, looking for…something that couldn’t even be seen.
Impossible… It… No, there were plenty of humans who could see ghosts… It wasn’t just witches. Hell, not even all witches could see ghosts. And who was to say if…if it was actually ghosts… Though, that wasn’t exactly a welcome option either.
“See!” Ollie cried, snapping him out of his thoughts. “Told you!” The man’s face scrunched up, looking as if he was trying to stop himself from crying, but he failed, tears rapidly breaking free only seconds later.
Huffing, Ollie pushed up his glasses and wiped them away with a sniffle while they kept coming. “I know how insane this sounds! And I would probably be thinking whatever you are, if I hadn’t in fact SEEN them, and…” the man trailed off with a groan.
There was likely no way Ollie was thinking the same as he was. Noble didn’t even want to be thinking it... Because it was the worst possible option. Though a possibly devastating medical or mental illness probably wouldn’t be preferred over being a witch. All were potentially disastrous.
Clearing his throat, Noble asked, “What exactly did you see?”
Ollie bit his lip, something he noticed the man did when he was nervous. Well, that and twisting his hands together…which he was also doing.
“Well, the first one was a woman, she was in my library in a 17th century dress… And then there was a man in my car. His clothing was recent enough, I think, but I didn’t see him for that long. After that, there was a waitress at the diner I like going to. Those three didn’t seem to hate me, at least. The man in the alleyway, however, h-he attacked me. Well…I-I think he tried…”
The man rubbed his face and sniffled before continuing. “I know how absolutely nuts this sounds. I know. I-I think…I’m losing my m-mind. I checked the security footage from last night… I saw the ghost on it. I sw-swear, I saw it! I fainted after seeing it, and when I woke up and rewatched the video, it wasn’t there. So I tried to brush it off as me being tired. But something is wrong with me. I-I don’t know if this is genetic, o-or just me… But something is going on. And if I really am seeing gho-ghosts, I need them to stop and leave me alone. I-I don’t know what to do… I’m scared…”
Ollie wrapped his arms around himself, eyes downcast, he swallowed hard as another tear dripped free.
Noble hesitated before slowly standing and crouching down in front of Ollie. Looking up into the librarian’s tear-stained face, he softly said, “Ollie, I believe you.”
Ollie’s bottom lip wobbled as a sob slipped out. “Don’t lie…”
“I’m not lying, I believe you. I’ve…seen things before. Things that most…would think me insane for if I ever said them out loud.”
Insane or murderer, he thought.
“You… You have?”
“I have.”
“W-What did you do to get…past it?”
“Take a deep breath.”
Ollie took a shuddered breath in before letting it out.
“Keep breathing, and just accept that there are things in this world that don’t make a hell of a lot of sense.”
“I just…want it to stop,” Ollie whimpered.
“I know. But it might not. And if it doesn’t, you will be okay, I promise,” Noble rasped, unsure if he was lying or not.
Ollie stared for a moment, not saying anything, before he leaned forward and kissed his cheek. “Thank you.” The man’s face was turning red as he pulled back, and seemed to go redder still as Noble stared quietly.
He could feel the warmth that was left behind from the man’s lips...the softness. Without thinking, Noble moved, kissing the little librarian back, but instead of it being on his cheek, he kissed his lips.
Ollie gasped, but didn’t pull away. The man leaned closer, deepening the kiss. Soon enough, Noble found himself sitting on the floor with the man in his arms.
Ollie’s body warmed, his cock starting to harden as Noble deepened the kiss.
But too soon the larger man was pulling away, gasping, “Wait, wait!”
He licked his lips, flicking his gaze down to Noble’s month, even as the man was putting the brakes on things.
“We shouldn’t… We shouldn’t be doing this. You’re upset. I can’t… You.” Noble rubbed his face and groaned. “I’d be taking advantage of you, Ollie. You should…”
He winced, knowing where this was going. “I?—”
“I’m not saying you should leave, or that I don’t want to, but we should stop. Because I don’t want to take advantage of you… I…” The man hesitated, flicking his eyes down to Ollie’s lips.
Noble…wanted him. The thought made him just a bit giddy, and stupidly brave enough to blurt out, “Take advantage.”
“What?!” Noble choked out.
“Take…take advantage.” Ollie acted before he lost his nerve. Arching up, he pressed his lips to Noble’s. The man groaned, responding just as he wanted him to by deepening the kiss.
Ollie knew that Noble was right. And he really wasn’t someone who did one-night stands, but the fear he had felt earlier was still there, and he just…wanted to feel safe. And for someone to hold him, and Noble’s big strong arms made him feel safe.
The man broke the kiss again. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” he breathed.
Noble was the one pressing their lips together this time, as his callused hands cupped Ollie’s face.
Eyes closing, he moaned against the man’s lips, while his cock fully hardened. Wrapping his arms around the man’s neck, Ollie’s moans grew louder as Noble used the slight parting to delve inside.
He shuddered while the man slid his hands down him, gasping when Noble gripped his ass. Ollie wrapped his legs around Noble’s waist as the man lifted him up and stood with him in his arms.
His eyes remained closed, even when Noble started walking. All he wanted to do was feel, and fully experience the firm, heated body and lips that were pressed against him. Which was when he started to feel a bit too much. Starting with the stringy, greasy strands of his hair that were bumping against his face, followed by the way his shirt clung to his clammy skin, and the slightly off-putting texture of his pants and briefs wherever they touched him. It was…disgusting.
A shudder that had nothing to do with pleasure trickled through him. Ollie tried to ignore it, tried to refocus on the lips now peppering kisses down his chin, but as Noble started down his neck, his eyes snapped open and he cried, “WAIT!”
Noble instantly stopped and pulled back, his expression hesitant. Gaze flicking around quickly, Ollie realized that Noble had carried him into a bedroom, and was in fact seconds away from placing him on a bed.
Meeting the man’s hazel-green eyes, he blurted, “I’m disgusting!”
Noble’s eyes went wide. “What?!”
He winced. Okay, yeah, that had not been the correct way to word that.
“I mean, I feel disgusting!” he gasped. “Wait, n-no! Like, y-you don’t make me feel disgusting! I-I—” Ollie let out a distressed whine. “—I just—I currently am, and feel, disgusting!”
The man did not look anymore comforted by his explanation, and in fact, he was pretty sure Noble now looked slightly alarmed.
“Ollie, you…aren’t disgusting.”
“I’m covered in sweat!”
The man seemed to instantly relax at that. “Ah, the disgusting part.”
“Yes! My clothes and my skin just feel…really gross! How about you put me down so I can go shower, and then we can…” Ollie let out a nervous giggle as he trailed off.
Noble chuckled. “Why put you down when I can help?”
“Oh, but I mean, I can wash myself,” he said, sounding slightly confused as Noble started to carry him further into the room.
Ollie wasn’t sure he wanted the man to touch his gross, disgusting, dirty clothes. Though he supposed Noble was already doing that, as he was holding him—ugh.
“I promise it will be much more fun if I help.”
He sputtered, “O-oh!” as it finally clicked what the man meant by ‘help’. “Ah—yes! Helping is good!”
Ollie examined the bathroom that the man had carried him into. The walls and cabinets were wooden, the counter and sink looked to be stone, while the toilet was white, as most were. At the far end of the room, there was a large stone walk-in shower, with a built-in bench that faced the door, and a built-in shelf to the left that was lined with bottles, underneath a series of three handles. A hand-held shower head was attached to the left wall of the shower. Based on what he saw, it looked as if water could rain down on every inch of that space.
The man paused by the sink and said, “Earrings.”
Earrings ? Oh, right, he’d put them in his pocket! Which was not the best place to keep them when…showering. Ollie quickly pulled them out, and Noble leaned down so he could set them all on the counter, before heading for the shower.
Oh, the bench was a nice feature , he thought absently as the man sat him down on it and backed out of the shower, where he began to strip. Ollie’s cock, which had started to deflate the minute he felt all of the grime on him, perked right back up as Noble revealed every inch of his lightly tanned skin. Or maybe that was just his natural skin color?
There was a dusting of hair on the man’s chest that trailed down happily before it disappeared into his jeans.
Ollie licked his lips as his gaze roamed over the man’s thickly muscled chest. It was hard not to notice that Noble had quite a few scars. Some were in locations that would be concerning if they hadn’t looked so faded. None detracted from his looks. But Ollie didn’t get a chance to count them, or really examine them for long, as his gaze dropped rapidly the minute Noble reached for his belt.
Ollie’s eyes widened at the first sight of the man’s cock. Thick and uncut, and set into a patch of tight brown curls, the man was fully erect and…big.
Holy shit…
“Oh, that’s… Oh, that’s…” His mouth went dry, and then he saw them…
Noble’s thick, glorious thighs. They were definitely…thick-ums… Oh, he finally got those ‘crush me with your thighs’ jokes…
No, but he had known this already, right?! Like, Ollie had seen them encased in his jeans, yet…it had never really clicked just how thick they were. Or maybe he just hadn’t stared for long enough, when there had been so much more to look at. Oh, they were thick, muscle thick, and just…oh…
Noble chuckled as he slowly walked closer…well, it was more of a strut. “Am I to guess that you aren’t undressing because you want me to help?”
Undress?! Him?! No, no, that would be a bad idea! He knew the man was hot, but naked Noble was so much more than he had imagined in his head. And Ollie was just a thin, freckled, very pale, small man. Undressing sounded like a horrible, self-esteem crushing idea.
Gripping onto the front of his overalls, his face scrunched a bit as he asked, “Do I have to?”