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He sighs. “I care for her, Hunter. Love will come with time.”

I shake my head, stepping away. “Are you kidding me? What a load of bull.”

“Hunter—”

“No, Oliver, that’s not how sexuality works. You can’t marry someone to fucking hide who you are and hope you’ll eventually love them. And what, to appease some homophobic assholes? Is that what you want? To go through the rest of your life in a loveless marriage? To always be catering to what your parents want instead of what you want?”

“What I want doesn’t matter, Hunter!” he bellows, and I step back further, eyes wide. “I have no desire to hurt anyone. Least of all you or your mother. But it isn’t about what I desire. It’s about doing what’s best for my family.”

“Bullshit,” I say, tears stinging at the corners of my eyes, as I point my finger at him. “It’s about protecting yourself. And hiding behind my mom, because you’re too damn scared to upset Mommy and Daddy. Fuck, I was so stupid.” I grab my underwear and sweats off the kitchen floor and slide them back on.

“Hunter—”

“I’m going to take a shower,” I say, and hurry out of the kitchen.

I have more tears sliding down my cheeks as I scrub and rinse, then dry off and head to my room to change. I tie my hair back in a messy bun again before I sit on my bed.

Fuck, I don’t know what I expect from him. He doesn't owe me anything. He’s not in love with me either. And I don’t knowthe kind of family obligations he has or the kind of pressure he’s under. My coming out was simple, easy. I told Mom, and my friends at school, and it was never a big deal. Sure being queer hasn’t been a cake walk but I’ve always known it was who I was and I was never ashamed of it. I never had a reason to be.

But Oliver doesn’t have that support. It sounds like his parents have done everything to discourage him from being himself. Told him time and time again that being gay is unacceptable, to the point where he is marrying a woman to hide who he is. Maybe even to convince himself he isn’t gay. Fuck, that’s messed up. And as furious as I am with him, I also can’t help feeling sorry for him. He’s buried who he is for twenty years because he’s so terrified of shaming and disgracing his family. It makes me want to punch his parents in their stuck up, homophobic noses and make them realize what an incredible son they have. He’s trying so hard to make everyone else happy, he’s given up on his own happiness. Well, maybe I can make him happy, for a little while at least.

When I hear the water turn on in the master bathroom I decide it’s time to pay him another visit. He made a promise to me and I intend to take him up on it.

When I enter the bathroom and my gaze lands on Oliver’s naked form behind the glass door of the shower, my cock springs back to life. I watch as the water pours over his lithe body, sliding over his freckled shoulders and down his toned back, over the swell of his perfectly round ass. I moan and strip off my clothes before I open the shower door and step inside.

OLIVER

I start when I hear the shower door opening, but don’t have achance to turn around before a wet, naked body is pressed up against my backside and a familiar voice rumbles in my ear, “Did you mean it, Oliver, when you told me I could fill you whenever I wanted?”

I shiver at his words, and his touch. I nod. “Yes,” I reply in almost a whisper.

He reaches around me and takes my semi hard cock in his hand, then begins to stroke it as I close my eyes and moan at the sensation. “Let me make you happy, Oli,” he says. “For one month.” He nibbles on my ear, sending a shiver down my spine and making my cock ooze precum as it hardens in his grip. Then his lips move to my shoulders, and my upper back. “I have one month here, with you before I go back to school, and work. Let me spend it making you happy.”

I nod. “God, yes. Use me. Fill me, Hunter. I’m yours.” He plants kisses on my shoulder blade as he continues to stroke me. My hands come up to rest on the shower wall as I moan, and pant, feeling his rock hard cock against my arse. “I want to give you all of your firsts, Oli,” he murmurs before I feel a slick finger sliding inside my hole. He doesn’t stretch me. No, I don’t need that since we fucked only half an hour ago. Instead he slides in and pegs my prostate, making me jerk up to my tiptoes. “Fuck!” I cry out. He doesn’t let up, just nudges that deliciously sensitive spot over and over and I’m so close to orgasm again I don’t know if I can hold back. But then his finger slips free and I find myself whimpering at the loss and the intense desire to come.

“Turn around,” he orders, and I do. He immediately grips my wrists and pins them above my head, and Christ my cock jerks like crazy. Why the hell do I love that so damn much? More precum slides down my shaft as he steps closer and grips both of our cocks, his eyes lust filled and his cheeks flushed. “Mmmm,” he hums, as he presses kisses to my jaw and neck while he strokes us in tandem. “I’ve missed this big, beautiful cock, Oli.”Christ, the things he says. I may come just from listening to that filthy mouth.

He presses kiss after kiss to my wet skin and strokes us so torturously slow it’ll be hours before I come, but I will never lose my erection. The friction of his cock against mine is magnificent. “Please,” I whimper, thrusting into his grip. He chuckles, then presses a kiss to my lips.

“So pretty when you beg, Oli.”

“Christ, I’ll beg you to make me come over and over again if you want it,” I tell him. “Just to have any part of you on me, or inside me. Just tell me to beg and I will.” His eyes flare and he strokes us faster, making me let out a guttural moan. “Fuck, that’s good.” I want to reach down and grip his hair, or his shoulders, anything, but he’s holding me in place tightly, and the fact that I can’t get free is turning me on even more as my cock leaks precum like crazy, sliding down my shaft and over his hand. The fact that he has his hand around my rock hard cock while he pins me in place is so unbelievably hot.

“Christ, I'm going to come.” His grip on my wrists tightens at the same time as the grip on my cock does and I explode into his hand, my cock pulsing my release. He lets go of me and uses my cum as lube as he continues to stroke himself while I watch. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I feel my dick twitching again, trying to spring back to life for the third time when his head snaps back and he cries out, as his cock spasms in his grip and he shoots all over his stomach and hand.

“Bloody hell,” I gasp, still catching my breath. He licks his own release from his hand, and I moan. Then he steps closer and kisses me again, letting the taste of him slide from his mouth to mine. I moan as his spunk lands on my tongue and I swallow it down. God, he’s delicious. I run my fingers through those beautiful locks, as our tongues tangle. Then we take the timeto wash each other off before stepping out of the shower and slipping our clothes back on.

When he pulls me towards his room I don’t hesitate. We climb onto his bed and he snuggles up against me, resting his head on my chest.

“This okay?” he asks, and I nod as I comb my fingers through his hair, the dampness of it making my own shirt wet, but I don’t care. We lie in silence for a moment before he speaks.

“Why didn’t you tell me it was your first time with a man that night? I would have made it good for you.”

I lift his chin so he’s looking up at me and press a kiss to his lips. “You did,” I tell him sincerely. “It was everything I dreamed it would be. You were perfect, Hunter.”

He kisses me this time and we don’t part for quite some time. The kissing isn’t hurried or rushed. It’s soft, slow, and tender, and so utterly perfect. Christ, what this boy does to me.

“Don’t you need to get back to work?” he asks, pulling away.

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