13. Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Thirteen
O llie’s mind emptied of everything.
The entire scene had wiped him out, both physically and emotionally.
Even though his balls were heavy with a background ache, the satiation from the prostate orgasm had been enough to scratch the itch, at least for now.
If he wasn’t careful, he’d be showing up at Fin’s door to offer up his ass any chance he got during this stint.
He stared at the ceiling, his limbs still shaky.
After Fin pulled off him, they’d released him from the restraints and spent a few minutes rubbing circulation back into his arms and legs.
The firm motions, their intent care, settled him in a way little else could.
He wasn’t as wrecked as the other week in the abandoned building, but if they expected him to drive home tonight, he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to .
Not after that emotional outpouring. It had ripped open something inside him that he’d been holding on to for so long.
And they hadn’t batted an eye. Hadn’t viewed him with disgust or less than. No, they’d understood . They’d seen every inch of him and hadn’t flinched.
That was the rarest thing in the world.
Fin returned to the room, a pair of boxer briefs on with a slight bulge in them. They carried a plate in one hand and a glass of water in the other. “I’m not sure if your blood sugars go high or low post, but you need water either way.” They handed over the glass. “So drink up.”
He pushed himself up to seated, and the room swirled for a second. Fin waited as he sucked in a few deep breaths, then took the glass from them. The cool water felt glorious down his parched throat.
“Probably low right now,” he said.
They placed the plate in front of him. It held several options—a lollipop, a clementine, cut-up pieces of avocado, and a protein bar.
“This is the weirdest charcuterie board I’ve ever seen,” he teased, even though he knew what it meant.
Fin must’ve looked up some things about diabetes and prepared for having him over tonight.
Heat flooded through him, more intense than he could stand.
Their actions—god, they spoke louder than anything they could’ve said.
Fin’s eyes crinkled, and they sat right beside him. “Well, I like to keep people on their toes.”
“That you do.” He glanced at his still-locked cock. The idea of them having the key for a few more days, of them controlling him in an intimate way, made a shiver roll up his spine.
He bit into the clementine, the sweetness bursting inside his mouth. Some of the shakiness subsided, and he sucked in a deep, slow breath .
“That good?” Fin asked. “Looks like you had an orgasm on the spot there.”
“Yeah, want a taste?” The words fell out of his mouth before he could process them.
Tension thickened the air between them, and he licked his lips. He wanted to kiss them damn badly, but he wasn’t sure if that was on the table or not. Fin didn’t do relationships; he was aware of that, and anything intimate scared them off.
Their hazel eyes flared as their gaze seemed to devour him whole.
Fin stared at him like he was the only person in existence, and Ollie couldn’t get enough.
Their cum still leaked out of his hole, their marks ached all over his body, and he just craved more.
He wanted to be owned and possessed by them in every way imaginable.
Except that could only happen in fantasy, not reality.
Before he could open his mouth to crack a joke, Fin spoke up. “Yeah, I do.”
He blinked.
Their lips curled into a feline grin. “Are you retracting the offer, Oliver Hale?”
“No, no, definitely not.” The words came out so fast they almost blended into one.
Fin’s hazel eyes sparked. They were mesmerizing, like the ever-shifting colors of leaves in the autumn. The electricity arcing between them was incendiary, the pull magnetizing. The tension between them grew so thick he couldn’t stand it, and he leaned in the slightest bit.
Fin grabbed him by the nape and closed the space.
They crashed together like a strike of lightning.
As Fin’s lips found his, a sinful thrill rushed through his body, even in the wake of all they’d done.
They kissed with reckless abandon, the way they did everything, like at any point their car might veer off the road.
However, here and now, they were commanding with a resoluteness that made him feel utterly claimed.
Their tongue snaked into his mouth, and they lapped at him with the sort of pull they melted to.
They were tongues and teeth, patchouli and sweat, and Ollie was enamored.
He’d kissed plenty of people, but none held him in thrall like Fin did. It was like stepping outside on a dark night and spotting a comet arc across the sky—rare, magnificent, and transfixing.
They pulled back to nip at his lip, then dove in again, hungrily claiming his mouth.
He kissed just as hard, breathing in their oxygen, delving into the heat of them.
Goddamn. He was already light-headed, but this struck him even more intensely.
Wild, that after everything they’d done, a simple kiss would undo him.
However, this wasn’t just kissing anyone.
This was kissing Finley Williams, who held their emotions under lock and key. The person who forever cracked jokes and bratted to keep people at a distance.
They let out a wounded noise against his mouth, one that sent a rippling aftershock through him. Fuck, despite Fin having plenty of play partners and a ton of experience, this was a domain he might have an edge in.
He continued to taste their mouth, the sweetness of their kiss, the sting of their teeth, as if they were incapable of anything soft.
But he was okay with that. He was a little too broken for softness as well.
They were a whirlwind force, untamable, and yet for a few blessed moments, they were tethered together.
Ollie would claim any moments he could get .
He lost himself in the velvet feel of their mouth, the sting of their teeth.
How their breaths mingled together, how this kiss wasn’t any tame or quiet thing.
It was a benediction, a silent prayer offered to whatever existed beyond them.
As if he could stay here longer. As if he could be worthy of someone as raw and wild as this, who seemed to understand him better than people he’d known his entire life.
When they finally pulled back from him, their shoulders heaved.
“Damn, Hale. You kiss like a dream,” they said, their glossy lips spit-slicked and their eyes flaring like a spark plug on ignition. Their purple strands were splayed across their forehead, and the flush in their cheeks made his heart thump faster.
“You’re one to talk.”
They knocked shoulders with him. “You’ve got me breaking all my rules.” The comment was quiet enough to matter. Except with Fin, he walked a razor’s edge. Too far, and they’d spook.
“What, you go by Pretty Woman rules?” he teased.
“Nah, just don’t let people in.” Fin leaned back on their elbows. “Grew up with a drunk shithead dad, and I’m a dysphoric mess some days, so self-reliance is my bible.”
Ollie blinked at those stark words. They’d offered them without prompting, and he understood the steps of the careful dance they were in right now. “Right, I’m the opposite of self-reliance, being the youngest of five.”
“You seem to be doing pretty well on your own.” Fin skimmed over him with a stare that had his whole body lighting up with awareness.
He shivered and skated his palm across the inside of his thighs. “Clearly, real well.”
Fin rested their hand on top of his leg, meeting his gaze. “Can I? ”
He nodded, his throat squeezing tight. They slid their hand down to rest their palm on his scars. Not doing more or less, just leaving their hand there—the presence enough.
“Controlled cutting?” they asked.
Their gaze didn’t burn into him, though, and that gave him the space to speak.
“Yeah, and it hasn’t been for a while, though the urge still crashes in some days.
But you know. Therapy and shit.” His throat tightened.
“Downside of being the youngest of five raised by a single dad. It’s easy to feel invisible. ”
“Bet you were a downright firebrand when you wanted to be,” they said. The steady presence of their palm on his scars should’ve been making him crawl out of his skin, yet it settled him in a bone-deep way he hadn’t realized was possible.
“Oh, I was hell. And Jules had to deal with the worst of my attitude, since he pretty much took over for my mother after she passed away.” Fuck.
His chest squeezed tight. The amount of problems he’d caused his brother over the years always summoned up this complex guilt.
And yet jealousy was there too. Jules, Izzy, and Luke had been old enough for their family to be normal.
They’d gotten to live entire childhoods with their mom, with their dad around more often.
“You weren’t a burden, babe,” Fin said.
He stilled. Those words stark in the air felt plucked from the deepest parts of him, the darkened tombs he kept them locked behind.
“I might not know your family well, but what I’ve seen from Jules over the years is that caretaking is part of how he shows his love. Things might’ve been tough, but I can bet if you ask if he regretted those years having to help raise you, he’d say ‘fuck no.’”
Damn. His eyes stung, and he clenched his jaw tight, willing those tears to stay the hell put. Julian had said those words to him for years, but a small part of Ollie said “burden, burden, burden. ”
Hearing it from someone outside the family, though? The statement sliced through the doubts and guilt of his very existence. Fin peeled him down until all his vulnerabilities were bared, and he both hated and craved their careful attention at the same time.
“You’re not the only one with scars.” They dropped their leg over his, a few hefty, raised ones across the shin. “Dad was a violent drunk.”