16. Oscar
CHAPTER 16
OSCAR
Oscar moaned with pleasure as Gregory slammed into him. They were at his house, so could be as loud as they wanted. He’d wanted Gregory to fuck him missionary, but his bossy little nerd was surprisingly strong when he was horned up, and Oscar had been pushed down into the mattress, with Gregory giving him barely any prep before he thrust into him. The burn was one of his favourite parts, but the grunts of pleasure as Gregory pounded his hole were at the top of the list. Knowing he did that to Gregory was enough to send him close to the edge. Oscar had only ever had one prostate orgasm before, but with Gregory, that was the norm. The way he could hit the spot perfectly whilst still keeping up a punishing pace was unbelievable. How many guys had he practiced on to perfect that? Not something he wanted to think about whilst he was being owned. Nobody had ever read his body like this. Gregory Balfour had completely ruined him for any other man.
“Turn over,” Gregory growled in his ear, before pulling out.
Oscar didn’t waste any time rolling onto his back and pulling his thighs up to his chest. He gave thanks to whoever had invented arm day; he could hold this pose for as long as Gregory needed him to.
“Look at your hole, all open from my cock.”
The mouth on this guy. Who knew that his little buttoned-up geek could be so filthy? Gregory grabbed the lube and slathered his cock up again, before sliding straight in. The angle was different, but he was still on target, and Gregory’s thick cock head slamming into his prostate knocked the breath out of him – and he didn’t let up. He was looking down at his cock going in and out of Oscar’s hole. That would be something to see; he’d have to look into getting a mirror on his ceiling. He snorted at the thought.
“What’s funny?” asked Gregory, arching a brow. “Not fucking you hard enough?” he said, slamming home.
“I was just thinking, fuck... do that again.” Gregory obliged. “I was thinking about...” He groaned again. “Getting a mirror so I could see your cock fucking me.”
“It’s hot, seeing your hungry hole swallow my thick cock. It was made for it.”
Their eyes met at those words. Nothing was spoken, but everything had been said. Oscar wanted to say something, but he didn’t get a chance as Gregory slammed their lips together, pushing his tongue inside Oscar’s mouth. Even though Gregory was drilling his hole right now, and the kiss was full of passion and heat, it felt different from the previous times, like he was trying to tell Oscar everything he was feeling.
Oscar’s body felt boneless as he melted into the kiss, whilst his muscles were straining from holding his legs up and the waves of pleasure spread throughout his body as his arse was pounded into oblivion. The onslaught of varying sensations was overwhelming, and it was taking all his concentration to control his orgasm. He didn’t want this to end, but he wasn’t sure how long he could hold on. His body was shaking all over.
“Come for me,” Gregory said against Oscar’s mouth.
Thank fuck!
Oscar gripped his cock, and before he’d even yanked it once, his come spurted out so strongly it landed on his chin. That’s how turned on he’d been. Gregory kissed him again, snapping his hips faster, his rhythm faltering briefly as he groaned into Oscar’s mouth. He could feel Gregory’s cock swell inside him, and his warm release filling him up. Gregory’s kissing slowed down and became more tender as he continued to fuck Oscar slowly, milking the last drops of come out of his cock. Gregory then licked Oscar’s release off his chin and spat it into his open mouth.
Wow!
Where had this guy been all his life? There was one thing he was certain about, and it wasn’t the comedown from the best orgasm of his life; he was in love with Gregory Balfour, and he was going to do everything he could to keep him.
Oscar was smiling. Who could have guessed Gregory would be a sleep snuggler. He’d been pleasantly surprised when Gregory got into bed with him after cleaning him up. Since they’d moved their sexual encounters into a bedroom, Gregory was very attentive with aftercare. It was sweet and unexpected, especially after their first encounters when Oscar had just felt used, albeit in the best possible way. They’d never spent the night together before, and seeing Gregory sleeping peacefully next to him was getting his hopes up for the possibility of them having a future together.
He was loving this feeling, but it was also Monday morning and they both had businesses to run. When Gregory had arrived last night all hyper after the confrontation with his parents, it hadn’t taken long for things to heat up. Gregory wasn’t a big one for emotions, so when he was feeling them intensely, his way of handling them was to fuck, and Oscar was more than happy to be that emotional outlet. From what he could piece together, he’d told his parents and brother to basically go to hell, and it was about time. Was Oscar going to do the same with his own parents? He still hadn’t brought up the inheritance to his mother, and was using the investigation to avoid seeing her. Deep down he knew there must be a reason for what she’d done, but he also knew it could damage their relationship beyond repair, and he didn’t want to lose his mother.
Oscar was bursting for a piss, but he didn’t want to move. His bladder had other ideas, though, and it was becoming painful, so he tried to gently pull his arm out from under Gregory – obviously not gently enough, as he jerked awake, looking around, momentarily confused. Their eyes met, and Gregory smiled before leaning in for a brief kiss. Oscar’s heart soared. What could this mean? Was Gregory feeling the same way? He knew they needed to talk about what was happening between them, but he would not spoil this moment.
“What time is it?” asked Gregory.
“It’s only six o’clock. Loads of time.”
“Time for what?” he said, grinning.
“As much as that sounds like a great way to start the week, I really need to pee before I have an accident.”
Gregory laughed and rolled off him. Oscar leapt up and winced. He was sore from last night, but he wasn’t letting on to Gregory. He didn’t want to miss the opportunity to get fucked again before he had to deal with the multitude of headaches waiting for him in the office.
After he’d taken care of business, he brushed his teeth, and was startled to find Gregory on the other side of the door wearing nothing. Oscar loved that he was feeling more comfortable in his body. Even if he didn’t have muscles, he had nothing to worry about with his stamina.
“Do you need the bathroom?”
“I thought we could shower together.”
“But I thought we were going to fuck again.” Oscar’s cock plumped at the thought of it.
“I think your hole needs a rest.” He smiled. “I saw you wince.”
Damn, he thought he’d hidden it.
“Are you pouting?” asked Gregory. He gripped Oscar’s cock, and it went from semi to rock hard instantly.
“I can take it.”
“I know you can, but how about I blow you in the shower?”
“You... you do that?”
“I make an exception... occasionally.”
Oscar preened at the thought of getting special treatment. He gave Gregory a quick kiss and then turned towards the shower. He squealed – yes squealed – when Gregory smacked his arse cheek. The sting almost made him come on the spot, but he wanted to save it for when Gregory was on his knees with his mouth open.
“What are you smiling about?” asked Claire.
“Sorry?” he said, startled.
“You were looking off into space with this contented smile on your face.”
“Oh... just daydreaming.”
“About?” she probed, with a glint in her eye.
“None of your business.”
She laughed. “Fine, let’s talk about the plan for this week, shall we?”
Ugh. He’d much rather talk about Gregory, but that was personal, and something he wanted to keep to himself. It was something just between the two of them. What it was between them, he still wasn’t sure, but the way Gregory had looked at him last night, and his open affection this morning... Oscar didn’t want to get his hopes up, but could Gregory feel the same way?
“You’re drifting again.”
“Sorry, I’m here. Talk me through the plan.”
She smiled and shook her head, before talking him through all the people the third-party contractor they’d appointed was going to interview, the slew of documents he needed to review, and the timelines for his investigation. The regulator had given them a month to submit their report, and a week of that had gone already. Daniel’s firm had written a brilliant letter for Oscar to submit, and they were awaiting a response from the regulator.
Once Claire had been through everything, she left him to it. How she’d found the time to take this on as well, when she was in the middle of the year-end accounts, was a wonder. The woman was his superhero, and if she ever threatened to leave, he would not be above begging.
“Sir... I mean Oscar, do you have two minutes?”
“Of course, Josh. Come in.”
Josh wasn’t the most outgoing person, but he was efficient, organised, and could read Oscar’s mind, anticipating his needs. That worked both ways. Josh was upset about something.
“I came to give you this.”
He handed over a piece of paper. Oscar’s heart sank, and he hoped it wasn’t what he thought it was. He opened the perfectly folded piece of paper and saw the words “letter of resignation” at the top.
“Sit down, Josh.”
Oscar was gutted. Josh was the best executive assistant he’d ever had, but if he was going on to bigger and brighter things, Oscar would be happy for him.
“I won’t lie and say I’m good with this,” he said, holding up the paper. “Tell me about your new job.”
“Erm...”
“What’s wrong, Josh? Is it a competitor?”
“No, no, nothing like that. I erm...”
“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but if there’s something I could fix here, I’d like to know. Is it more money?”
“No, no, you pay me loads.”
Loads was an overstatement. He paid Josh his value, like he did all his employees. He never wanted to be the boss who only paid people what they were worth after they’d quit.
“I just need to take some time, that’s all. Nothing you’ve done.”
Oscar sat up. “Hold on. Do you have a new job to go to?”
Josh shook his head.
“So why are you quitting? Has someone upset you?”
“No, nothing like that. Everyone here is lovely. It’s a personal matter. I don’t want to work in the city anymore.”
What the fuck! Oscar knew there was more to this, but he knew pushing Josh right now wouldn’t get him any answers.
“Okay, Josh ... well, I begrudgingly accept this, but I’m holding you to your three months. You’re irreplaceable, so I’m going to need time to find the right person.”
“Of course, sir... I mean, Oscar,” he said, brightening up. “You’ll have me at one hundred percent until I leave.”
The shift in mood once Oscar had accepted his resignation was alarming, but he sensed now wasn’t the time to get into it. He had three months to persuade Josh to stay, or to at least find out what was going on. If he could fix it, he would, but if Josh really wanted to leave, any other CEO would be lucky to have him, and Oscar would help him find something. He would not see Josh out of work.
The rest of the day whizzed past in a blur of meetings, meetings, and more meetings. He hadn’t heard from Gregory and was wondering if he would seem too needy if he reached out to him. Fuck it!
Oscar: What you doing tonight?
Gregory: You!
Oscar laughed. He wondered if he should push a bit more, or just let Gregory come over and plough him again. His hole twitched at the thought.
Oscar: Can I buy you dinner first?
Gregory: Sure.
Sure? What did that mean? It was very non-committal. Was he just being polite, given that was in his blood, or was he happy to go out for dinner and this was just Gregory being awkward over text?
Gregory: You don’t need to impress me.
Oscar chuckled. He’d been thinking about which Michelin starred restaurants he could get a booking for at such short notice.
Oscar: Did you want to suggest somewhere?
Gregory: I know the perfect place. Pick me up at the flat at 7.
The perfect place? Where could he mean?
Gregory: Bring a change of clothes for tomorrow.
Oscar’s dick hardened at the same time as his heart rate sped up. Not only was Gregory taking him to a place he thought was perfect, he was planning for them to spend the night together, and in his space. There was a part of Oscar that wondered if last night had only happened because they were tired, and because Gregory had been through the ringer with his parents. He chuckled, trying to picture their faces when he said he’d come down Oscar’s throat. He had no idea if it would get back to his mother, but he couldn’t imagine Lavinia Balfour repeating something like that. His mother had been overly personal in trying to get him dates, so if she found out, he didn’t really care. Oscar still needed to talk to her, but with the regulatory investigation, whatever was happening with Gregory, and now Josh quitting, he needed no more drama. He didn’t care about the money, and he had no intention of getting married in the next few weeks before his thirtieth birthday unless his mother made him think differently. Oscar and Gregory had registered their intent to marry, and booked the registry office for two days before his birthday. Plan B was ready if they needed it.
Oscar was surprised when Gregory stopped them outside a cafe on Old Compton Street – KC’s Café. He’d seen it before, and heard good things about it, but he’d never been inside. It’s not what he would have chosen for a dinner date, but Gregory had said it was the perfect place, so he was going with it.
“And what brings you here on a weeknight?” said a lovely looking woman, who appeared to be at that age when you couldn’t tell if she was in her late thirties or early fifties.
“Hi KC,” said Gregory, giving her a hug. Well, he got no choice, but he reciprocated.
“And who is this handsome hunk?” she said, looking up at Oscar.
She was a petite thing, but then, everyone looked small compared to him.
“This is Oscar.”
Oscar took her hand and gave it a kiss, and she pretended to swoon and fan herself. They were getting attention from other diners, but Oscar didn’t care. It was clear this woman, and this place, meant something to Gregory, and he felt honoured that he’d want to share it with him.
“Your boyfriend’s hot, Gregory.”
“Erm...”
“Not had that conversation yet?” she said with a smile.
Gregory narrowed his eyes at her, and she laughed, not in the least bit bothered about how awkward she’d made things between them. Oscar wanted to have that conversation, but he wanted it to be on Gregory’s timeframe. He wasn’t about to push for more and risk what they already had between them.
“Your table’s occupied, but I can pop you in the corner over there if that works? Just give me two minutes to get it cleaned.”
Gregory looked at the table and scanned the rest of the floor. There weren’t many tables empty. Oscar noticed Gregory’s eyes linger on a table by the window, which had a group of friends around it. He smiled and then turned back to KC, nodding his agreement.
“How long have you been coming here?” asked Oscar when they were seated at their table.
“Almost six years.”
“Wow. Food must be good.”
“It’s the best.”
“Well, thank you for bringing me here, then.”
“I come here every week with my brothers. It’s our place,” he said, with a slight blush appearing.
Oscar didn’t refer to it; he just smiled and let Gregory talk about their weekly brunches. You could tell from the way he talked about them, how much he loved his brothers. He wasn’t one to show outward signs of affection, but his face became more animated when he talked about someone who was important to him, and Oscar wondered whether Gregory’s face looked like that when he talked about him to others.
“Have you heard from your parents?” asked Oscar.
Gregory stiffened. Why the fuck had he asked that question? The mood had shifted instantly, but thankfully, KC came over at that point and asked for their order. Oscar hadn’t even looked at the menu, but went with the gammon, egg, and chips as recommended, and Gregory ordered the hunter’s chicken, which was apparently his “go to” outside of the breakfast menu.
Oscar took hold of Gregory’s hand, who looked uncertain at first, then smiled.
“I didn’t mean to kill the mood by bringing them up. Can we start the night again?”
“It’s not you. I just thought I’d have heard something. Not an apology, but something.”
Oscar kept his face neutral. Why would he want to hear from them again? Did he still believe he could have a relationship with his family? They were a bunch of homophobic users, and he needed to walk away from them. He had a family who loved him – his brothers. Oscar was envious of Gregory for it. He had Abby, who was his closest friend, and his parents loved him in their own way, but what those five men had with each other was special.
“I know I’m being stupid, but I don’t think I’m ready to write them off just yet.”
Oscar sighed.
“You don’t agree?”
“How honest do you want me to be?”
“I think you’ve just answered my question,” he said, moving his hand away.
Oscar wasn’t having that. He pulled Gregory’s hand back and gripped it, perhaps a bit too hard. Gregory quirked a brow and smiled at him. Okay, they were still good. He knew he had to be careful with his words here, but he also had to be honest.
“I think there’s always a sense of duty to family. Even more so with how we were brought up. I don’t think it’s a British thing, it’s universal. We tolerate more crap from family than we do from others, because we feel an obligation to forgive them. The whole ‘blood is thicker than water’ mantra. I think that’s bullshit.”
Gregory widened his eyes in surprise.
“I don’t think anyone is entitled to someone else’s love just because of blood. Love has to be earned and nurtured. When someone gives us their love, whether they’re a friend or a partner, we cherish it and don’t take it for granted – at least that’s what I do. The same extends to family. You don’t owe anyone your love, they earn it, like your brothers, like... like anyone who chooses to be in your life.”
He almost went too far then, but stopped himself. Now wasn’t the time to admit his feelings for Gregory. The only thing it would achieve would be to push him away, and he couldn’t bear that.
The seriousness of the moment was broken when the server brought their food. It looked delicious, like the home-cooked food Flo made for him. Oscar couldn’t remember the last time he’d eaten food like this. There was a comfortable silence between them for a couple of minutes as they ate. It tasted even better than it looked.
“Are you still going to stay over?” asked Gregory. There was uncertainty in his tone.
“Or course. If the offer’s still open?”
“It was just, things got heavy so I wasn’t sure.”
“I was hoping we could have another visit to your ‘relaxation room’ if you wanted?”
Gregory chuckled. He referred to his playroom as a relaxation room. It was adorable, and kind of accurate because he used it to relax as well. Oscar noticed Gregory’s body language change immediately. His confidence was back, which was a major turn on. He wondered if he’d get more of the intimate and tactile side of Gregory tonight.
They chatted about anything and everything for the rest of their meal; the serious topics of conversation were done. He asked Gregory about his view on Josh’s resignation, and he’d suggested just watching carefully to see how he interacted with others, which might give him a clue who he was leaving because of. It had to be linked to a person, although it could be a personal matter. There was nothing Oscar could do about that, but if it was linked to someone at his firm, he needed to know about it.
After their delicious meal, which cost less than thirty quid for both of them, they walked down Old Compton Street towards Gregory’s flat. Oscar wanted to take hold of his hand, but they were walking down the street and he didn’t think Gregory would be a fan of PDA, regardless of who it was with.
They were a few yards from the flat when someone appeared in front of them. The guy was Oscar’s height, but twice as broad. He looked like a mean son of a bitch as well. Were they about to get mugged?
“Mr Kincaid has requested your company,” he said to Gregory, who immediately tensed.
“What’s this about?” asked Oscar.
“None of your business,” replied the goon, because that’s what he was. Some hired muscle sent to intimidate a guy who was a quarter of his size.
“I better go. Will you wait here for me?” asked Gregory.
“Like fuck. I’m going with you.”
“Mr Kincaid wants to see Mr Balfour only.”
“Well, get on the phone and tell him Mr Montgomery is coming as well.”
There was a brief staring contest before the guy took out his phone and walked away from them. Could they run for it? He looked around and noticed there were two other guys standing slightly back from them. They had the same trademark all-black clothing on. Running wasn’t an option, and Grant knew where Gregory lived so it would only delay things.
“Mr Kincaid agrees with you both attending. Follow me,” he said before walking away.
Oscar looked at Gregory, who had gone white. He was terrified. Oscar was nervous himself. Grant Kincaid was a scary man, but if he’d wanted to really hurt them, they wouldn’t have been approached on the street outside Gregory’s flat. He took hold of Gregory’s hand and gave it a squeeze. He responded with a small smile before they followed the goon. Oscar wasn’t sure what was about to happen, but he knew better than to leave Grant Kincaid waiting.