Chapter 8 #2
“And you can be a part of that. They already invited you in, you just have to say yes.” Oliver can tell by the look on my face that I’m not budging on the topic and he rolls his eyes. “At least have fun while you’re in denial. You’re in a club, let’s dance.”
Oliver pops to his feet and runs over to Jace.
He whispers something to him and Jace nods, sending Oliver back to me with a pat on his ass.
Oliver grabs my hand and drags me to the dance floor.
This is something we’ve done a thousand times before, but it feels different now.
I decide to enjoy myself and ignore the feelings coursing through my veins.
Someone steps up behind me and when Oliver doesn’t react, I can guess who it is.
“Hello, pretty boy,” Zac whispers into my ear, grinding into my ass. Jace steps up behind Oliver and pushes us closer together. When Oliver feels how hard I am he gasps, making my face flame with embarrassment. “None of that. I don’t think Oliver minds knowing that he made you hard, do you, Oli?”
“Not at all,” Oliver answers, his voice husky.
Zac grabs my hips and starts moving me so I’m rubbing against Oliver’s equally hard dick. “Did I do that?” I ask Oliver and he nods. “What’s happening?”
“You’re accepting a part of yourself that you’ve denied for a long time,” Zac answers. “The part of yourself that loves men.”
“I’m not gay.” That denial automatically falls from my lips and I realize that it’s true, but it forces me to admit something else. “I’m bi.”
“I’m so proud of you,” Oliver says, pecking my lips. It’s something he’s done out of excitement a million times, but it’s never sent sparks throughout my body. I meet Jace’s eyes and he nods, letting me know I can follow through with whatever I want to.
So, I grab the back of Oliver’s head and pull his lips back to mine. He gasps into the kiss but it gives me the opening I need to stroke his tongue with mine. It’s weird at first but it doesn’t take long until we’re making out, our hands roaming each other’s body, exploring for the first time.
“I think our boys might have had some pent up attraction to each other,” I hear Jace say with a chuckle. “Goddamn, they look hot as fuck.”
“We might have to let them explore this a little more one day,” Zac agrees.
Oliver whimpers into the kiss, his own way of agreeing and I answer it by rubbing his cock through his pants. Oliver jerks away from the kiss and lays his forehead against mine. “Leland?”
“Yeah?”
“Is this okay?”
“So fucking okay.”
“I’m going to come in my pants if you don’t stop.”
“I want to see you come.”
As soon as the words leave my mouth, we’re being dragged from the dance floor and pushed into an office.
Jace shuts the door behind him and leans against it beside Zac.
“We talked about this upstairs and agreed that this could happen. You guys have been dancing around this since the first party Leland came to at the house. Probably longer. But here’s the deal, it doesn’t happen without our permission.
It has to be agreed upon by all parties. Agree?”
Oliver looks at me with so much hope in his eyes that there’s no way that I can say no to this. “Agree,” Oli and I say at the same time.
“We’re not going all in tonight,” Zac says. “We need to make a plan for that. But for now, you can make each other come with your hands or mouths.” Zac points up at the corner of the room and I follow his finger. “Just know that Vince, Toby, and Aiden are all watching upstairs.”
“You knew this was going to happen?” I ask.
Jace shrugs. “Yes and no. We watched you two practically dry hump each other on the dance floor, and decided to give you an outlet to explore it. This does not mean we’re opening our relationship for anyone else. Just you guys.”
“Same here,” Zac agrees. “Now, how do you guys want to come?”
I turn to Oliver. “I want to taste you.”
“Oh my fuck.” Oliver swallows. “I want to taste you too.”
I grab Oliver’s hand and lead him to stand in front of the couch. “Can I undress you?”
“Y…yeah. Can I undress you?”
“Get me naked.” That breaks some of the tension and we start slowly peeling each other’s clothes off.
Once we’re both naked, I pull him against me to feel his soft skin.
We start kissing slowly, running our hands wherever we can until I’m so hard that it hurts.
I lay down on the couch on my side and pat the cushion. “Come here.”
Oliver gets situated so his cock is in my face and sucks me into his mouth.
I take several deep breaths before doing the same.
Holy shit, I’m sucking my best friend’s cock.
And I fucking like it. This is what I’ve thought about since that party.
What it would feel like to touch him, kiss him, suck him, or fuck him.
That thought has me swallowing him whole, and rolling so he has to straddle my face.
“Leland,” Oliver gasps, trying to pull away. “This is too much for you.” I disagree. I grab his hips and start moving him so he’ll start fucking my mouth. Oliver finally gets the hint and starts doing it on his own.
“Jesus fuck,” I hear Jace growl and can only imagine the image they’re seeing. I hope one of them has this recorded because I want to see it for myself. “Fuck his face, cum drop. Stop holding back.”
With that demand, Oliver sucks my cock back into his mouth and his hips drop.
Then he’s moving in and out of my mouth, holding himself in and pulling back out.
I massage his hips, letting him know I’m okay when he makes me gag, and that sets him off.
He starts sucking me so hard that I can’t keep up, and he’s fucking my throat so deep that all I can do is swallow around him.
Knowing that I’m the one driving him crazy does something to me and I run my hands up his ass only to encounter a plug.
I push on it, and Oliver comes off my cock with a pop.
“Leland,” Oliver moans. “You suck dick really good.” I answer him by twisting the plug around, making him jerk against me. “I’m going to come. Let me go.”
I wrap my other arm around him to hold him in place while manipulating the plug.
Oliver starts grinding in my mouth and then stops moving.
His cum shoots down my throat, and I greedily swallow everything.
Before I can recover from that, Oliver starts sucking my cock so good that my toes curl.
He moves from inside my mouth, and I kiss the inside of his thigh to let him know that I’m okay.
“Oh shit,” I grunt when he starts playing with my balls.
There’s not a doubt in my mind that I would be plugged too if Vince didn’t think my ass needed a break after last night.
But now I just feel empty. “Oli, I’m close.
” Oliver squeezes my balls and my back bows.
Two seconds later I’m coming down his throat, my breath sawing in and out of my lungs.
Oliver works me through it before looking at me over his shoulder with so much worry on his face. “Come here,” I beckon, holding my arms open. He spins around and buries his face in my neck. “That was amazing.”
I roll so we’re on our side and we tangle around each other. “It was,” Oliver agrees. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“I’m more than okay.”
Someone lays a blanket over us, and I look up at Zac. He winks and kisses the side of my head. “We’ll give you two some time. We’ll be upstairs.” Jace whispers to Oli and they disappear from the room.
“What the hell just happened?” Oliver asks, making me laugh.
“We just sucked each other’s dicks.”
Oliver snuggles closer. “I never thought you saw me like that.”
I snort. “Oli, I’ve told you for years that you’re sexy as fuck. I just think now it’s not as innocent as I thought it was.”
Oliver pulls back so I can see his eyes. “You admitted you’re bisexual. That’s a big deal.”
“Yes,” I agree. “Right now, I’m okay with it. It might bite me in the ass later though.”
“Please lean on Zac and Vince. Don’t run away.”
“I’ll try.”
That’s all I can give him right now, because I have a history of running.
We’ll just see if this weekend is enough to keep me from doing just that.