Chapter 4
CHAPTER FOUR
Dave hit the brakes hard. Again. The car jerked to a halt, and he flinched at the sound of tires screeching on pavement behind him. He felt no impact, so he released a breath, forcing his fingers to relax around the steering wheel.
Traffic inched forward. He craned his neck, trying to see how far he was from his exit. It wasn’t even in sight, and he deflated a bit. All he wanted was to be wearing comfortable clothes and sitting on the couch beside Oliver.
He thought about the wedding. It wasn’t going to be lush or extravagant, but that wasn’t the point.
What they had planned reflected them as a couple.
Neither of them liked overly fancy or expensive things.
Oliver couldn’t afford them, and Dave tended to be more conservative with money.
Their venue was a newly opened space barely over the line into Harriettville.
It had once been a nightclub but had closed years before.
The new owners, a married couple, were trying to attract business and gave them a great price.
Another sudden stop. Dave put his head back and closed his eyes.
How many days now until the wedding? Seventeen?
He lifted his head and was about to send that in a text to Oliver, but stopped himself.
Was he being too pushy about it? Excitement for their wedding was absolutely ramping up for him, but was Oliver feeling the same way?
The car in front of him pulled ahead and Dave eased forward, finally able to see his exit. Once he got through this bottleneck, he’d be able to make better time.
His thoughts turned back to Oliver, specifically his bravery.
And not just when they came face to face with a hard-to-explain case.
He’d made the difficult choice to return to school and had followed through on signing up for classes.
All while navigating the loss of sponsorship and dwindling visits to his blog.
Dave’s heart ached if he thought about it too long.
While he wished he could make some decisions for him, Dave knew Oliver had to do the work and come to his own conclusions.
Dave could provide a sympathetic ear or another point of view, but in the end, the choices had to be Oliver’s.
Dave finally reached the exit and merged onto I-79, cheering quietly when he was able to drive at a steady speed. Traffic wasn’t yet flowing at the speed limit, but at least it was moving.
As he settled back into the seat, he tapped a button on the steering wheel and placed a call to Oliver.
“Hey there,” Oliver said. “You almost home?”
“No. Traffic’s snarled up. Another half hour, I think.”
“‘Snarled up,’ I like that description.”
“Thanks. You can use it, for a small fee.”
“Oh?” Oliver’s chuckle was deep and throaty. “If the charge is what I’m thinking it is, that’s no small fee.”
“Well, thank you.”
“No, thank you.”
Dave laughed. “You’re in a good mood. Classes go better today?”
“Classes were fine. But I had a talk with Demetrius at Margie’s. I brought you a chicken pot pie.”
“Oh my God, I may waive that fee.”
Oliver gasped. “Don’t you dare. I think you should double it.”
They laughed together.
“I’m really happy to hear you sounding better,” Dave said. “I know you’ve been wondering about what to do next.”
“Yeah, I have. I didn’t really know how to talk about it, sorry.”
“Talking with Demetrius helped you, and I’m glad.”
“It wasn’t that I didn’t want to talk with you about it.”
“I know that. You can fill me in on things as I scarf down that pot pie.”
“Wow, you’re just full of descriptive words today.”
“If you use it, you’ll owe me twice as much.”
“I’ll remember that.” Oliver’s voice softened. “Thank you for being patient with me.”
“No thanks necessary.”
“I know, but still. You’ve been really good about giving me time and space to figure things out.”
“Happy to do it. So, you’ve got it all planned out?”
Oliver laughed. “Not even a little bit.”
Dave smiled. “I didn’t think so. But that’s okay.”
“Yeah, it is. Do you want me to put the pot pie in the oven on low?”
“How about in fifteen minutes? We can talk about our days, and then maybe I can collect on all these fees.”
“Are we going to play evil landlord and desperate tenant?”
“No,” Dave said with a laugh. “We’re going to play two handsome men who are really into each other’s bodies.”
“I like it when you’re inside my body.”
“Oh my God, are you trying to cause me to get a speeding ticket?”
“I mean, you’re an independent guy. I’m not about to tell you what to do.”
Dave shook his head. His body was definitely responding to Oliver’s teasing tone. “You’re trouble, that’s what you are.”
“I think you like being in trouble.”
“That’s it. Leave the pot pie in the refrigerator. I’ll eat afterwards.”
Oliver laughed. “Sir, yes sir.”
“You’d better be ready when I get there.”
“Oh, I will be. Drive safe.”
“You know it. Hey, babe?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you,” Dave said.
“I love you, too.”
Traffic ahead of him began to space out a little more, allowing Dave to speed up.
It took Dave less time than he’d anticipated to get home, and he practically sprinted up the steps to their apartment.
There was no sign of Oliver in the living room or kitchen as he kicked off his shoes and set his backpack on the floor.
Evening sunlight painted a golden hue across the living room and kitchen.
Dust motes drifted through the slanted rays and a dog barked from a neighboring apartment.
Dave went briskly down the hall into the bedroom.
He stopped just inside the door and stared.
The blinds were drawn, and the small lamp on the chest turned on low.
Oliver was on his hands and knees in the middle of the mattress, naked.
His head was down and his ass up, giving Dave a perfect view of his firm cheeks covered with soft hair.
“Welcome home, honey,” Oliver said without looking around. “Your first course is ready.”
“Fuck yeah.”
Dave undressed as he crossed the room, dropping articles of clothing behind him.
He leaned in to kiss each glute as he peeled off his socks.
When he had stripped, he climbed onto the bed and walked on his knees into position between Oliver’s legs.
He rubbed both cheeks before spreading them open and kissing the puckered muscle gently.
Oliver’s moan was muffled by the comforter.
The scent of their shower gel combined with Oliver’s musk made Dave’s cock pulse.
He tightened his fingers on Oliver’s pale flesh, widening the crack of his ass, and used the tip of his tongue to trace the circumference of his hole.
“Dave…”
The pleading note in Oliver’s voice sent a current of want through him. Dave was hard and ready, but he wanted to spend some time teasing and pleasing Oliver. He drove his tongue into the center of Oliver’s entrance, using his thumbs to open him up.
Oliver groaned. “Fuck, that’s good.”
Closing his eyes, Dave lost himself in oral worship. He lapped the roughened edges of Oliver’s anus. Curling his tongue into a narrow point, he repeatedly drilled it into him. Every drive pushed quiet sighs, moans, and whispered praises out of Oliver.
Pulling back, Dave stroked Oliver’s ass and hips before spreading his cheeks apart again. His pale skin glowed, and the soft lamplight shimmered across his slick hole.
“So fucking beautiful.”
“Need you,” Oliver said, keeping his head down. He had yet to look back at him, and that made it all somehow hotter.
“Not yet. I’m still hungry.”
Dave again popped Oliver’s anus open with his thumbs and pressed his mouth to it, driving his tongue in deep.
Oliver groaned louder this time, encouraging Dave to deliver sucking kisses with a lot of tongue, leaving behind a heavy layer of spit.
He ran his index finger around the furrowed muscle and tapped at the center.
Oliver’s hole clenched and relaxed under his touch, a sure sign he was anxious for more. For something longer and thicker.
With steady pressure, Dave slid his finger inside. Oliver spread his knees wider, dropping his hips. After a few strokes, Dave let a runner of spit drop into the dark center before following it with two fingers. He pumped them in and out, alternating the speed. Oliver writhed and moaned before him.
After adding a third finger and then shifting to his thumb, Dave reached for the lube Oliver had placed near the foot of the bed.
He throbbed with need, a bead of pre glistening at the tip.
Swiping his thumb across it, he combined it with the lube as he stroked himself, then slid a slick finger into Oliver.
“Yes. Oh, God, yes.” Oliver was practically whining now.
Dave pushed Oliver’s feet a bit farther apart and moved in close. He ran the head of his cock up and down the crack of Oliver’s ass, then pressed it to the hole. The muscle momentarily resisted before opening to him and allowing Dave to slide in.
Oliver dragged out the word, “Fuck,” in one long, breathy sigh.
“You feel so fucking good around my dick.”
Dave paused a quarter of the way in and pulled back.
It took three more slow strokes until he was able to be fully seated.
He paused to savor the sight of Oliver’s entrance stretched around him and the tight, hot grip of muscle.
Draping himself over Oliver’s back, Dave wrapped his arms around him and placed a few kisses along the knobs of his spine.
“I love you,” Dave whispered.
“Say it with thrusts.”
Dave laughed and straightened up. Gripping Oliver’s hips, he pulled back and drove in.
Moving slowly at first, he gradually picked up speed until his hips seemed to take over.
The wet slap of sweaty skin coming together and the slick sounds of penetration rose in a background soundtrack of sex.
Oliver grunted and moaned, managing simple exclamations like, “Fuck,” and “Yes,” and “Oh, god.”