6. Chapter Six
Chapter Six
F in tugged on the strap of their gear bag as they stared up at the abandoned lock factory.
They’d been talking to Ollie all week since the munch, a back-and-forth that flowed with ease, as if they’d known each other for years.
Fin loved and loathed it in the same breath.
Ollie could easily become an addiction, and they couldn’t afford those.
Wasn’t part of their keeping people at a healthy distance mantra.
Conceal, don’t feel because they were all Elsa up in this bitch.
However, Ollie had agreed to meet up here, at an abandoned building.
He was either overeager or adventurous, but Fin planned to reward him either way.
They wouldn’t do any elaborate ties, but the background of the derelict building combined with some basic restraint ties would look fucking gritty and gorgeous.
Especially with Ollie as the model, because goddamn .
“Are you carrying all that up?” Ollie asked from behind them.
Fin turned around, and Ollie approached, his thick thighs flexing with his stride.
He wore gray sweats and a ratty tee, which wouldn’t be necessary, since he’d be shirtless.
They’d discussed parameters, and he’d said he was comfortable with his shirt off but would evaluate about pants once they got to the place.
Which, fair. They didn’t want him to step on a rusted piece of metal and get tetanus or anything. Tetanus definitely wasn’t sexy.
“Yep. Not going anywhere without the right equipment.” They winked, letting the insinuation drop.
Ollie grinned, his smile fucking stunning. His chocolate eyes were warm and deep set, and his short hair had some product run through it, the perfect length to tug. With his square jaw and strong features, he was far too sexy, and Fin couldn’t wait to capture that with their camera.
“Need any help?” he offered.
Fin lifted a brow. “Like I’m going to let you fondle my equipment right here in public. The scandal, Ollie. Think of all those innocent eyes.”
He let out a bark of a laugh. “Right, so many people around an abandoned factory. Any reason we’re urbexing?”
“Maybe that’s my kink,” Fin said with a sniff. “Lure hotties to abandoned buildings to shoot pictures of them.”
“I mean, put it like that, and it sounds like a horror plot in the making.” Ollie walked to the building. “Lucky for you, I like urbexing. I’ve been here before.”
“Wait, really?” Fin fell in step. “You’re full of surprises, Hale.”
“I like to keep things interesting.” He tossed them a boyish grin.
Fuck, he was too damn attractive for his own good.
The impulse to claim him and make him theirs rose in a fierce way.
He’d look so amazing locked up and bent over, getting fucked and filled for hours.
Fin’s core throbbed, and they resisted the urge to reach down to their crotch.
He wasn’t unopposed to playing with them—he’d made that clear—so they’d see what direction his kinks lay.
They kept pace with him as they approached the old lock factory.
From a distance, the white building with the red roofs had seemed intact, but the closer they got, the more the spiderweb cracks revealed themselves.
The place had been demolished years ago, but it was one of the popular urbexing spots they’d looked up.
And Fin couldn’t wait to check out the insides.
They found ruins and wrecks beautiful, and they didn’t know quite what that said about them.
Maybe because they’d been shattered to pieces and were still standing too, sometimes out of sheer spite alone.
“There are a lot of dangerous spots but also intact areas,” Ollie said. “Not sure what you have in mind for the shoot.”
“Mmm, probably whatever room has the best interplay of shadows and light. Gotta show off those sexy gray sweats.”
Ollie squeezed the back of his neck, a flush rising to his cheeks. For someone who could be a confident flirt when he wanted to, he responded beautifully to a little teasing.
“And you’re comfortable with getting restrained?” they asked. They could get a lot of the discussion out of the way while they walked.
“With what?”
“Bondage tape.” They tilted their head toward the pack slung over their shoulder. “As much as rope looks gorgeous, it takes too much time when we’re in an abandoned building and might need to bolt at a moment’s notice. Bondage tape will fall off real easy without needing emergency shears. ”
Ollie licked his lips, his gaze sneaking to the bag as if he could somehow see the roll of tape.
“We’ll get to it,” they teased. “We just have a factory to break into.”
“This way.” Ollie led them down a path overgrown with weeds. Thankfully, they both wore boots, so they were prepared for stomping around the old building.
A door off to the side looked like an emergency exit, but it was hanging off the hinges.
Based on the worn dirt path in front of it, this was the usual way to traverse into the building, which was good.
Better to follow the footsteps where most of the explorers had traveled rather than accidentally drop into a rotted board or ditch.
Fin snagged their flashlight they’d tucked into their pocket and popped it on. Ollie, to their surprise, already had a small one in hand too, attached to a multitool.
“Damn, I like a guy who’s prepared.”
“In more ways than one,” Ollie said, glancing their way with an impish grin.
Fin bit back a low groan. Fuck, he was such a walking wet dream.
The thickened air greeted them. In abandoned buildings, a stillness existed, a silence that seeped into the corners and cracks, like only the imprints of the life and bustle that once existed remained.
Fin’s flashlight illuminated the area in front of them. Crumbling piles of stone filled the back spot, small beams of light filtering through from a window on the far end. Their nose twitched at the combination of must and stone and dust.
“How many rats do you think are crawling around here?” they asked.
“Why the fuck would you say that?” Ollie whipped his flashlight at them accusingly. “It’s like you’re summoning the fuckers. ”
“Babe, there’s not going to be a rat-o-calypse. They’re just the only fuckers brazen enough to hang in spaces like this. Them and the roaches.”
“I’d take rats over roaches,” Ollie muttered as he continued forward.
“I don’t know anyone who’d pick the roaches.
” Fin swung their flashlight to the corners of the place, revealing more rubble and the patchwork of the walls that remained.
They watched their step, testing the floor before they put their foot down.
Given this wasn’t Ollie’s first rodeo, they didn’t bother explaining the protocol to him, since he seemed more than equipped to handle this.
The darkness seeped into their bones, a familiarity to it that they embraced. Maybe that made them an odd fucker, but they’d always been far more comfortable in the dark than in the bright sunlight.
“This way,” Ollie said. “There’s a big open area with a fair amount of light that pours in.”
“That’s exactly what I want for a shoot. Let’s head there.”
“You know, I’m missing a Packers game for this,” Ollie teased, even though it was clear by his comfortable stride he wasn’t regretting a thing.
Fin snorted. “Babe, the only packers I’m interested are the ones in my pants.”
Ollie let out a low curse. “Well, maybe I’m interested in those too.”
“Well, good boys get rewards.” Their voice turned raspy, and Ollie’s whole body shivered in response. Someone had a praise kink. And a humiliation kink if they were guessing right. Fuck, they loved playing with subs who responded the way he did.
“I’m up to the challenge.” He ducked past a piece of ceiling hanging down and slipped through another doorway .
Fin followed him through the entryway, and once they stepped through, they paused to survey the room.
The pipes stretched out like snakes, slithering across the cracked and splintered ceiling.
Debris from the demolition had accumulated in the corners, chunks of plaster and cinder block.
Yet the walls were somewhat intact, despite the degradation from time and occasional gaping hole, and light streamed in through the broad, open windowless frames, which held fragments of glass that jutted out like teeth.
The gradation of the yellowed beams against the patches of deep, velvety shadow made their brain whir.
Already, shots formed in their head, the composition, the color scheme. And Ollie in front of them, drenched in darkness with sparing scraps of light, formed a devastatingly beautiful sight.
“Stay there.” Fin rummaged around for their camera and spent a few seconds adjusting the focus and some of the lighting adjustments on their Nikon Z 5.
They snapped a few shots of Ollie standing in the center of the room, and their heart sped.
They fucking adored this part of the process, of capturing the right shot, especially when the surroundings made for memorable art.
“Is the area around you stable?” they asked.
Ollie gave the ground some light taps of his feet. “Yeah, stable here. Though the corner looks a bit wrecked.” A pile of rubble clustered, and a large, dark spot signaled what was most likely a hole in the flooring. Nothing they wanted to explore too in depth.
“Get on your knees for me and take off your shirt,” they said. The visuals sprang to life, and this would be the best space to capture them. Ollie’s body was fucking stunning and deserved to be highlighted from every angle.