Chapter Fourteen
When I walk into work, I feel Jack’s eyes on me, and a small smile plays on my lips. Is he expecting me to share? Ollie won’t have talked about us in any detail, so I’m damn sure I’m not going to.
“You look very pleased with yourself. Like the cat who got the cream.”
Jack laughs. “I’m not going to ask for details. Ollie is looking equally as blissed as you. I know you’re going to treat him right, because I will break your legs if you hurt him.”
“Are you finished with the ‘dad’ talk?” I smirk.
“Yes. I think I’ve said all I need to. For now. Except that I’m happy for you both. I know you’ll be happy together.”
“Yeah, me too. He’s fucking awesome.”
I’m grinning like a goon, but who cares? I’m counting the hours until I see Ollie again.
“The day isn’t going to go any quicker by constantly clock watching,”
Jack says.
“Fuck you,”
I mutter under my breath and then walk to the couple that have just walked in.
Two and a half hours and nine and a half grand later, I say a cheery goodbye to the smiling pair. Thank god for commission.
“Nice one. The competition has started well.”
I grin smugly
“We’ll see. It’s only Monday. I’ll beat you. Just you wait,”
Jack snaps. We have a race to see who can get the most commission each week. The loser has to buy lunch at the end of the week. We’re even at the moment, but I want to win this week, so I can treat Ollie to a night out.
The rest of the day goes quickly, and as we close, I’m still the winner. But Jack will be pulling out all the stops tomorrow. He’s a sneaky bastard when he needs to be.
I walk out with Jack and check my phone if Ollie has messaged me. Nothing. That’s weird. He said he’d be in touch. He told me he had a meeting with the headteacher today. Maybe it’s run on, and he’s not going to want to get together. Maybe he’s changed his mind and doesn’t want to be with me. Oh god, what if he doesn’t want to see me anymore? I shove my phone back into my pocket and try to calm down. I don’t want to have to ask Jack if he’s heard from him. He’ll be on Ollie’s side. Shit, shit, shit!
Someone bumps into my back and covers my eyes with warm hands. “Guess who.”
Ollie’s cologne wafts to me, and I let out a long shaky breath. He drops his hands and step around to face me.
“Hey, what’s up?”
Ollie asks.
“Nothing, I was being stupid.”
“You looked like you were about to have a panic attack.”
“And you thought covering my eyes would be a good idea?” I laugh.
“Um, sorry. I didn’t think. Are you okay?”
He trails his hand down my arm and captures mine.
“Yeah, I am now. I didn’t know what our plans were for tonight, and then I hadn’t heard anything from you.”
“So you were making up all sorts of horrible reasons why I hadn’t been in touch.”
“Um, kind of, yeah. It seems my insecurities are still there.”
I shrug, trying not to sound like a pathetic loser.
“Oh, Kit, baby. I’m sorry.”
Ollie pulls me in for a hug. His lips meet mine way too briefly, but it’s enough to assuage my fears. “Your place or mine?”
“Yours if that’s okay. Adam has a friend coming over, and they’re on for an Xbox marathon.”
“Come on, then. We can order food. I’m starving.”
We jog to catch up with Jack.
“We’re at our place tonight,”
Ollie says to Jack, who nods and rolls his eyes.
“Is it a noise-cancelling headphones night? Are you staying over?”
Jack laughs.
“Um, I hadn’t thought about it.”
I look at Ollie. “Can I?”
“Absolutely. I want you to. I’ve got clothes you can borrow for tomorrow.”
Ollie smiles and takes my hand, giving it a squeeze as the three of us head for the Tube station.
“How did the meeting with the head go?” I ask.
“Brilliantly. Mr Garvey was so keen to get something in place. He’s allocating a huge budget to the project, which will pay for a counsellor one day a week.”
“That’s amazing news. Way to hit the ground running. What’s next?”
He fills me in on his conversation with an LGBTQ therapist. “You’re going to be so busy. Once word gets out, you’ll be visiting every independent school in the country.”
“I hope so. The statistics are terrible. The number of teenagers that are suffering in silence is frightening, and most of the time, the problem isn’t discovered until it’s too late,”
Ollie says.
“This is going to make a difference. You are going to make a difference.”
I lean in for a kiss.
“I need a boyfriend,”
Jack grumbles.
“I could introduce you to my flatmate.”
I nudge his leg with my foot.
“Er, no thanks. You’ve told me way too many horror stories about him.”
“Oh yeah, good point.”
I laugh. “Sorry.”
No one has any desire to cook, so we order Chinese, and as much as I want to drag Ollie to his bedroom, we hang out with Jack. By ten o’clock, Ollie is lying against me, his head on my shoulder.
He gestures to the bedroom. “Ready?”
I nod, and we move off the sofa. “See you tomorrow, Jack.”
He laughs. “You did good to make it to this time. Have fun.”
“Oh, we will. Don’t forget your headphones.”
I waggle my eyebrows.
Ollie groans, and his cheeks pink. “Can we just go, please.”
He takes my hand and drags me down the hallway to the room at the back of the house.
It’s bigger than I expected and has Ollie written all over it—stylish in a subtle way. He’s bought expensive furniture that doesn’t scream at you, and that’s him. He wears the good stuff but never looks pretentious.
“Nice bed.” I grin.
“It’ll be even nicer when we’re in it.”
He struts up to me and pulls at my clothes. “Get naked, Kit. It’s been killing me to sit there all night.”
It takes me less than a minute to strip and fall onto the bed. Ollie does the same. His dick is already hard, standing proud from his body. He detours to the table on the left of the bed and pulls out the lube and a couple of condoms. “Is two gonna be enough?”
“It’s a start.”
He throws it all onto the bed, climbs up, and straddles me.
Sex with Ollie is the best I’ve ever had. Even after only one night together, I know that. Now I’m in his bed I’m eager for more, so much more.
A ripple runs through his body as I stroke up his thighs, the hairs soft under my palms until I reach his groin and the trimmed short hairs at the base of his cock. A pearl of pre-cum beads in his slit. “You’re so responsive.”
He smiles down at me, leaning forward to kiss me. “You can take the credit for that. I want you so much, Kit.”
He grabs the lube and my hand, then dribbles some over two of my fingers. “Get me ready.”
“Still so bossy.”
But I reach behind him and find his pucker. He’s so keen, so eager, and is soon riding three fingers.
He grabs the condom, slides it down my length, and slicks it up. As he takes the head inside him, I groan loudly. Ollie chuckles, and the effect of it, moves him lower, taking more of me inside. “I hope Jack’s taken your advice. You’re going to shout out my name, baby.”
He’s not wrong, and he rides me, rocking his hips.
I sink balls deep, his arse gripping my dick in a warm, tight vise.
And when he bounces up and down, his feet planted on the bed, the first ripple of my impending orgasm spreads through me.
I grab his hips and hold him still as I take over and pound into him.
Ollie reaches behind me and rests his hands on my knees.
Bowing his back, he cries out, and his orgasm shoots from him like a fucking fountain.
As the cum splatters onto my abs and chest, I still, staying deep as my climax rocks through me as I shout out his name and fill the condom.
With our hearts racing, we stare at each other. Three words are hovering between us. Who’s going to be the bravest and say them first?