14. Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fourteen
F in was going to regret this.
A few days had passed since their last shoot and hookup with Ollie, and already, they were seeing him again.
They could claim the meetup was because of a chastity check-in, but the real reason brewed under the surface, growing stronger than ever.
Ollie had gotten under their skin. He’d slept in their bed. Fuck, they’d slept with him in a nonsexual way. Fin didn’t do that. With anyone. They didn’t let people into their space, their apartment, their fucking bed.
Except he made doing so far too easy. The urge to look after him intensified by the day, and not just because he was younger.
No, it was because something about this guy had beguiled them from the start.
He was a mix of flirty and sarcastic but melted for them into pure sweetness.
Most people brought out their defensive side, where they’d start cracking jokes or bratting out.
However, Ollie pivoted the conversation to light with ease whenever it got too serious.
Kept them from the edge that threatened to shatter them.
Which was why a few days after seeing Ollie, they’d already made more hangout plans.
To check in on the chastity, obviously.
If that included a ride down the freeway to Yerba Buena Island to kick back and soak in the views, well, that was part of checking on the chastity, of course. Durability or some shit.
They pulled up in front of Ollie’s apartment out in Oakland.
If they were picking him up, they wouldn’t be tempted to keep him at their place again and wake up again plastered against his delicious muscles.
Fuck him for being that goddamn sexy. But seriously, they wanted to fuck him something fierce right now.
The thought of him being in chastity for them stoked their flames like nothing else, and they’d masturbated every night—and gloated about it over text, of course.
The apartment complex had an overwhelmingly brown exterior, broken up by the windows. He’d stated he lived with a roommate he was ambivalent about, so they texted him.
Get your ass down here .
They leaned against the side of their bike and ran their fingers through their sweat-soaked strands.
It had been their day off from Whipped, but they’d spent it working on the shots from Ollie.
Which, holy hell. Both shoots they’d done were some of their best work.
He was a natural for the camera, his gaze sizzling, even though the submissiveness was clear in his posture. They only needed one more set.
Which meant their reason for hitting up Ollie nonstop would dry up.
They licked their lips. That was a problem for future Fin to deal with.
The main building door opened, and Ollie stepped out.
Their heart skipped a beat. The golden late afternoon sun glided over him, highlighting his smooth, tan skin, the sharp angles of his face, and the rich hues of brown in his hair.
Today, he wore a white tee that was sinfully hot with the way it hugged his muscles and a grease-stained pair of jeans.
Their fingers itched to capture his image on their camera, though the impulse hit far too frequently around him.
They’d brought their camera in case they caught the sunset over at Clipper Cove tonight.
Which was not a date. Just a drive.
“Wasn’t sure what you wanted me to do,” Ollie teased as he approached. “Text wasn’t clear enough.”
Fin brought their phone out again.
Sit your ass down on the back of my Ducati like a good slut.
His pocket buzzed, and he pulled out his phone.
His eyes crinkled, and a laugh exploded from him.
Their heart thumped a little harder at his reaction.
Ollie had clicked with their sense of humor from the start, and they knew how few of those people existed.
Plenty viewed them as too much, and Fin was happy to drive those fuckers the other way.
Life was too short to waste on the people not meant for them.
Ollie took his time sauntering over to the Ducati, and Fin resisted the urge to reach out for him. What were they going to do? Hug him? Kiss him? The thoughts sent shots of epinephrine and dread in lethal doses, rooting their feet on the spot.
He glanced their way. “You coming?”
“More than you are,” they teased. He flipped them the middle finger, and their heart thumped a little harder.
Fin settled in the seat. “Climb on behind me, babe. We’re going for a drive.”
“This seems to be a familiar pattern for us.” He settled behind them.
When his arms looped around their waist and his chest pressed against their back, something locked into place, like a held breath releasing at last. Fin liked the feel of Ollie against them a little too much, and it made their very cells riot.
Their programming resisted comfort so hard that the slightest bit brought an equally vicious response. Except Ollie wasn’t some soft thing. No, he had claws.
And they fucking liked that too.
“Is it a different type of ride you’re after?” they asked, all mock-innocence.
Ollie let out a low grunt that got drowned out by the sound of the engine as it rumbled to life beneath them.
They cackled.
As they took off down the street, the strong breeze ripped excuse after excuse away.
After just a few fucking days apart, Fin had missed Ollie, and they’d wanted to see him.
And now, they’d have the whole night.
** *
The drive had wiped their mind clean of worries, doubts, and regrets the way it usually did as they soared down the freeway on the Bay Bridge. Something about the open sky, a clear highway, and a rumbling bit of metal between their legs made everything else wash away.
Ollie’s big body pressed against theirs offered a comfort they didn’t want to acknowledge. One they weren’t keen on pulling away from.
The exit sign flashed into view all too fast.
Fin veered off the freeway and zipped down the road toward Clipper Cove Beach.
The winds whirled around them as they approached the parking lot, and their heart thumped hard.
Once they came to a stop in a spot, they could no longer run from the fact that they were here at a beach with Oliver Hale and no discernible reason other than they liked his company.
While they’d done that plenty of times with friends, these feelings—the way their stomach churned, how their heart thumped hard—didn’t feel like friendship in the slightest.
They hopped off their Ducati, missing the weight of Ollie’s arms wrapped around their torso, his chest pressing against their back. Rides with him were a dangerous addiction—of every variety.
“Damn, that beauty handles so well.” He ran a hand over the body of the Ducati.
“What’s your dream bike?” they asked.
“God, it changes all the time. But I’d love to get my hands on an old Suzuki GSX-R750. Just to see how it feels.”
“Do you own one?” they asked as they began to walk toward the beach.
Ollie shook his head. “Nah, bought my car at seventeen, an old Subaru Legacy, and I’ve continued to repair that one. Maybe down the line, once I start making enough to afford something nicer, but the past few years have been about settling in my apartment and job. ”
Fin wrinkled their nose. Ollie was so mature they often forgot how young he was.
Twenty-one was a decade ago for them, and it had been a decade filled with discovery, all bruises, skinned knees, and split lips.
The temptation to give him shit about his age rose in a big way, but they’d already seen him flinch over comments.
That was a sensitive spot. And bratting was only fun if everyone was on board.
“An old Suzuki would be hot as fuck to drive. Have you ever thought about doing a long bike drive?”
“God, I’d love that.” He jammed a hand into his pocket. “That sort of trip might get kind of lonely, though.”
“Come with me” brimmed on the tip of their tongue, but they swallowed the words back. What the fuck was happening to them?
However, Ollie was one of the few people they felt at ease around.
Who quieted the loudness that sometimes emerged in their head.
The crew at Whipped was their family, but everyone had started to couple up.
Had begun to find the person they went to first about problems, joys, celebrations, and the loneliness had tugged at their heels a bit more.
How long would it be until folks drifted away and forgot about them?
Found their own families and left the one at Whipped?
He cast them a wry glance. “Growing up with four siblings makes having space complicated. You need it, but too much and you miss the chaos.”
They let out a low whistle. “Damn, I can’t even imagine having that much family, let alone ones I’d miss.”
“Were things always rough?”
The question was innocuous, sure. But oh, the way it sliced through.
Because the years of Dad’s drinking, his outbursts, his rage had compiled to the point they couldn’t see anything else.
Couldn’t peel back to the before times. And watching Mom silently accept all those things, refusing to stand up against him, to stand up for them stacked a wall higher and higher between them.
It hadn’t always been like that.
However, the good memories hurt more than anything.
“We did normal family shit when I was real young.” Fin stared out at the expanse of the water before them.
The late afternoon sun glittered over it, filled with the hope and promise they’d left behind a long time ago.
The sight of the Golden Gate Bridge cutting its mark against the bright blue sky struck them square in the chest. They’d witnessed this view countless times through the years, but in the past, they’d been by their lonesome.
Yet here Ollie stood next to them. Their mind drifted to memories they hadn’t broached in a long, long while.