Chapter 20
Owen
“I’m sure, Owen,” Will says for the third time. “He got the message, and I have the evidence. Well, I did before I destroyed everything.”
Owen snuggles closer to Will underneath the blanket. They’re naked, but they haven’t had sex yet. Will’s broad chest makes for a perfect pillow, the soft hair on his pecs feeling so nice against Owen’s cheek. “He might have copies.”
“True, but I made him get the message. He’s not the only one who can blackmail.”
“I can’t believe you did it. I’m grateful.” He’s also honored and humbled to have someone willing to go to the extreme to keep him safe. He hopes he’s worthy of the risk Will is taking.
“It’s been a long time coming for me and him. I could put up with a lot from him over the years, but you don’t deserve any of that.”
“I took drugs.”
“While you risked your neck to help a community you barely know.”
Owen runs his fingers over Will’s stomach, toying with his treasure trail. “Did you hurt him?”
“Yes.”
“Badly?”
“Not bad enough to feel ashamed by my actions.” Will kisses Owen’s head. “We shouldn’t let our guard down, but it isn’t healthy for you to live in fear. Trust me.”
“Is that how it was for you back then?” Maybe he shouldn’t have asked that, but he constantly thinks of Will’s life during those dark times and how he was able to keep his sanity while so many people hated him. Owen would have lost his damn mind.
Will sighs quietly, running his fingers up and down Owen’s arm. “Yes, I was living in fear, but mostly in despair. Everything seemed bleak, and if it weren’t for Julie…”
You would have left.
“I love you.” The words slip out of Owen’s mouth, but it’s not like they haven’t been floating there for a while now.
“Is that so?”
“Yes.”
“And I love you too, sweetheart.”
Owen raises his head. “Is that so?”
“You have doubts?”
Owen shakes his head. A man won’t ever look at him the way Will does without loving him. “No fucking doubt.” He leans to meet Will’s mouth, slipping his tongue between those meaty lips. Despite everything that’s been happening, Owen has never felt as safe as he does with Will in this bed.
When they stop to breathe, Will bends his legs and spreads them underneath the blanket. “If you want to.”
“I’ll need to eat you out first. I’m a gentleman.”
Will smiles. “I’d like that.”
With one quick pull, Owen removes the blanket, exposing them both. The sight of Will with his legs bent is the definition of erotic. Owen slides to the foot of the bed, positioning himself between Will’s knees and raising them for him to grab.
He knows he’s making Will self-conscious by staring, but he’s captivated.
“This is not awkward at all,” Will says.
“Sorry. Bon appétit to me.” He leans his head and runs his tongue against the tight opening. Will shivers, and Owen spreads his ass cheeks further. He circles the tight muscles with the tip of his tongue, encouraged by Will’s moans.
“How ridiculous do I sound?”
Ridiculous? Owen raises his head. “I’ve never heard anything sexier in my life.
I’m going to finger you now.” He lowers Will’s legs onto the mattress, keeping them bent.
Using the spit he left, he slides a finger between the tight muscles, mindful of Will’s body and searching for any signs of discomfort or pain.
But Will takes it calmly, until Owen’s finger is buried deep inside, enveloped by the most wonderful feeling of warmth.
“You feel so good.”
Will opens his eyes, watching Owen through his spread legs. “I love having you inside me.”
“But you would like to feel more of me, right?”
Will smiles. “Everything you want to put inside.”
“Can I have it in writing?”
“Well, maybe not everything.”
“Too late. Here comes my foot.”
“Owen!”
Laughing, Owen slips another finger in, massaging wherever he can reach. Will’s breaths become louder as he watches the ceiling, though his eyes keep rolling backward. Owen bends his fingers and slides them an inch deeper.
Will sucks in a sharp breath. “O-owen.”
I guess I found the hidden treasure. He massages the area, slow and steady, though nothing is steady about Will’s body and face. It would have been comical if it weren’t so goddamn hot. Owen presses harder, and Will gasps, his chest moving up and down rapidly.
“I think I lost something up there.”
“W-what?”
“Let me see if I can find it.” Owen wiggles his fingers in the narrow space, and Will grips the bedsheet tightly.
“Didn’t find it. Maybe deeper.”
“Ha!” Will turns his head from side to side, his balls tightening.
“Can you help me find it?” Owen asks.
Will begins to rock his hips on Owen’s fingers, sliding them in and out. He strokes his chest as he’s doing that, seemingly lost in a private bubble of pleasure.
Owen doesn’t press him to verbalize how he feels; the precum dripping freely on his stomach speaks louder than words. He uses his other hand to rub the sticky drops around Will’s navel.
“Want a taste?”
Will stops moving his hips and nods. “I’ll give it a try.”
Owen scoops some more of the precum and hands it to Will, who sucks on his sticky fingers.
“I wouldn’t order it as a dessert.”
Owen leans his head down to lick Will’s stomach and taste for himself. “I would. Will’s Molten Lava Cake.”
Will laughs. “I wonder how many calories.”
“It’s all about the protein.” He slowly pulls his fingers out. “We should get tested,” he says as he opens the drawer to get the lube and condoms. “Then we won’t need to use rubber anymore.”
Will seems hesitant, almost worried.
“I’ve always been careful,” Owen says, and it comes out more defensive than he meant. “I don’t have any diseases if that’s what you’re worried about.”
“Jesus, Owen, I’m not worried about you. Just…”
“Yes?”
“We’ll get tested.”
Owen tries not to read too much into this.
From what he knows, Will didn’t have any other sexual partners recently, maybe none since Joel’s death.
But he can also be way off about that. It’s not like he ever asked about that directly, and now doesn’t feel like the right time to open that discussion.
“I want you on your side,” he says to Will, since they never had sex like that before.
Will turns to lie on his side, facing the wall.
Before Owen can lie behind him, he has a thought.
“Give me a sec.” He hurries to the bathroom.
Hanging on the back of the door, there’s a tall mirror.
He picks it up carefully, surprised with how heavy it is.
He opens the door with his foot and places the mirror against the wall, facing Will.
“Oh no.”
“Oh yes. I want to see you.”
“But do I want to see myself?”
Owen kisses Will’s mouth. “You’d be crazy not to.”
Still hesitant, Will nods.
Owen slips the condom on his cock, then lubes himself. “You’re ready?”
Still eyeing the mirror suspiciously, Will raises his leg. “Ready.”
Owen lies behind him and slides closer. He aims his cock at Will’s opening when he catches their faces in the mirror.
I need to draw this. The sight of them watching each other through the mirror is something Owen wants to always remember.
Twenty years down the line, he’ll close his eyes on a nice summer day and return to this little bedroom, feeling Will’s body lying against him.
With barely any resistance, he slips inside inch by inch until he’s all the way in. He doesn’t stop watching Will’s expressions through the mirror, the way his mouth opens and his eyes narrow when he’s momentarily in pain.
He wraps his arm around Will’s chest as he begins to thrust, his stomach and chest pressing against Will’s broad back.
He can also see himself in the mirror, and it’s so strange yet captivating.
Will seems too self-aware, so Owen nibbles on his neck and earlobe to make him relax.
He pinches Will’s nipple, tugging on it as both of them watch him doing so.
Owen never noticed how dark his hair is compared to Will’s brown hair. His skin is also paler than Will’s.
“We look so different,” Owen says. “Am I your type?”
Will laughs. “Are you really asking me that now?”
He stops moving his hips. “I’m curious.”
Will watches him through the mirror. “I don’t know if I have a type. I never really thought about it. But I love that you have long hair and that you are lean and so smooth.”
“You just described most women.”
Will frowns. “Did I?”
“It’s fine. I know I’m not manly.”
“You’re exactly what manly should mean. Strong, brave, and kind.”
“Thank you, but I don’t think the general public would agree with that definition.”
“I don’t recall asking for the general public’s opinion. Am I your type?”
“Are you kidding? You’re so my type that a genie may have granted you to me as a wish.”
Owen tilts Will’s head so they can kiss, even if the angle is awkward. He then resumes thrusting, reaching beneath Will’s balls to massage close to where his cock is sliding in and out. The skin there feels so nice and warm.
Will’s somewhat composed expression falls apart, leaving him moaning and biting his lip.
He raises his arm and grabs the headboard, giving Owen a view of his strong bicep as it flexes.
Owen moves his palm across Will’s stretched body, traveling up and down over warm flesh and curves.
It feels like exploring a map he wishes to know every nook and cranny.
He slows down his thrusting and goes instead for deep and sudden shoves. Will gasps with every penetration. When it’s time to slip himself inside again, Owen puts a finger next to his cock and slides both inside.
Will’s eyes open wide. “Never a dull moment with you.”
“Does it feel nice?”
“Yes, but it can’t be comfortable for you.”
“I can manage, but my finger is getting lonely.”
Will wets his lips. “Maybe it needs a friend.”
Owen slides out slowly, then adds another finger before carefully sliding back inside. It’s mind-blowing to feel Will’s body like that.
“You’re getting me close, Owen.”
“I’m not even touching your cock.”
“I know, but I think I’m close.”