Chapter 21 Ollie
Ollie
I’ve cooked all the food for the next two days, I’ve got my head sorted out re: wanting a fucking bite, and I’m ready to get back into it.
No more omega stuff, no more cutesy dreams about Timber and Kane spreading kisses over my face as they scent mark me until I’m a puddle of mush.
I’m going back to Ollie mode. Which means a full-on workout until my muscles are screaming, then a sneaky pizza while Timber is at practice, before taking myself shopping for new ripped jeans, a new band T-shirt, and venom green plugs which just happen to be the same color as Timber’s car.
And yeah, possibly I found amethyst nipple bars in a certain shade of purple that reminded me of another alpha, but that’s just a coincidence.
Now it’s Ollie Time.
Timber said practice was going to go on late because they screwed up a game.
He looked kind of sheepish when he said it, but I didn’t want to pry.
Based on everything I know about him, he’s probably had another fight with Kane.
And since the idea of it gets me all hot and bothered, it’s officially going in the ‘someone else’s problem’ folder.
I’m definitely not dealing with those emotions soon.
No horniness, no coziness, no daydreaming, or dreaming full stop. I’m all Ollie, all the time. Which means I picked up my PS5 from home, loaded up a copy of classic Street Fighter, and now I’m going at it full throttle.
One gallon of hot chocolate in a flagon, a bowl of salted peanuts, my ass perched on the edge of the couch as I shout at my character to do their thing while I mash the buttons like no one’s business.
I could have stayed at our apartment and played, but Timber has a cinema-sized TV that’s literally bigger than me, and I don’t want to waste the opportunity.
I got a good hour of non-stop fun before my heart plunges as the garage door rattles.
Because Timber said he wasn’t going to be home until at least seven. I thought I could waste three hours before I ran back to my room to avoid all those annoying feelings that are harassing me whenever he’s around.
Now I’m going to have to explain myself re: the snacks.
I swallow a hard breath as I hear his car door slam underneath the living room.
I’m just going to be normal Luke. I’ll tease him a bit, maybe flirt, and then laugh at his pissed-off expression (because there’s no way he’s going to look at me any other way).
Then pray he doesn’t do anything like touch me, even the smallest bit.
My omega side is trembling with excitement, and I tell it to sit the hell down as I shuffle back on the couch and cross my legs, the leather creaking under me. It makes it harder to bolt, but it’s way more casual. I hope.
As the door opens, my breath catches, just like it does every time I see him.
It doesn’t matter how tired he looks, he’s still sexy. And the familiar pulse in my body surges, making me wish he knew me as an omega so I could throw myself into his arms and welcome him home.
Which will never happen because I’m not doing any omega stuff. Period.
“Hey,” I say as I pretend to look up from the screen. “You okay?”
He nods numbly, but I don’t believe him.
“You look like you’ve settled in,” he says.
His gaze dances over me, and I have to hold myself tight. I seriously want to curve my back and give him the bedroom eyes to show him I’m right here for the taking.
“Yeah, well, you’ve got a pretty great setup here. And you said I could make myself comfortable.”
He nods again as he dumps his bag by the door, and I’m half-hoping more lavender will waft out of it.
Timber kicks off his shoes and comes over to the couch, glancing at the paused screen. In pressed trousers and one of those too-tight button-up shirts, he’s every omega’s walking dream. Especially when he turns to get a better look at my game, and I can see how tight those pants are around his ass.
I roll my eyes, both at myself and at the bubble butt hovering in front of me.
Yeah, I’m going to horny jail, for sure.
“Come and play with me,” I say, pointing to the wide empty space on the couch that’s perfect for him. There’s enough room for him to sit at least ten inches away from me so we can’t touch, as well.
He glances back at the TV with a frown.
“Look, my character’s just frozen there. He’s waiting for you to say yes. You’re not going to disappoint him, are you?”
His jaw clenches as he considers it. I need to give him one more push.
“We can do 1v1, and you can kill me as many times as you want. Won’t that make you feel better?”
Timber turns around to look at me with a blank stare. I’m not sure if I can ask what happened. His eyebrows rise as he blinks slowly at the space on the couch next to me. The only other time I’ve seen him so out of it is when he’s sleepwalking.
“Or maybe you should eat something first?”
“I ate the rest of your lunchbox back at the rink. I don’t need anything for now,” he says as he flops down next to me, and the whole couch creaks and shakes with his weight.
Then it’s my turn to arch my brows, because I know for a fact the amount of food I packed isn’t enough for two meals. Not for Timber, at least.
“I’d call you a liar, but you look so rubbish I think you need some kung fu therapy before we get more meat in you.”
He blinks at me again, and I grin back at him happily. As long as he stays far enough away from me so I don’t get any ideas, we can have a nice, normal, relaxing evening like two guys being guys, just hanging out, with no cock involved.