Page 130 of Butterfly

“I’ve missed you,” Ollie whispered.

Teddy took Ollie’s face in both hands, tilting it one way and then the other to get a look at the broken nose from every angle.

“The doctor is waiting for the swelling to go down,” Ollie whispered. “I’ve got an ice pack.” He frowned, glancing at Harrison. “I think I left it in your car.”

Harrison waved the worry in Ollie’s eyes away.

Teddy shuffled back and picked up one of Ollie’s feet.

“No stubbed toes,” Ollie said, closing his eyes when Teddy pushed his hands higher up his joggers. His hand was warm on Ollie’s calf, caressing the muscle.

Ollie had to bite back a moan.

When he reopened his eyes, there was a question waiting on Teddy’s face.

“My muscles ache, that’s all.”

His body ached from head to toe. As soon as he felt the needle slide into his neck, he’d tensed up, straining every muscle.

Teddy’s hand roamed higher, pushing up Ollie’s joggers.

Ollie winced when Teddy touched his knee. He’d dropped to them hard to escape.

Teddy noticed his reaction and slipped the joggers up Ollie’s other knee too. There were no visible marks, but Ollie had a feeling bruises would bloom in the next few days.

Ollie reached to tug his joggers back down, but Teddy did it for him. He rubbed Ollie’s thighs, and again, Ollie had to fight the urge to groan. The heat of Teddy’s hands went through the fabric and soothed his tired muscles.

He tipped his head back, eyes fluttering shut again as Teddy massaged his legs.

Teddy gasped, and Ollie reopened his eyes in time to see him get back to his feet. He sat beside Ollie on the bed and reached for his neck.

“Oh,” Ollie murmured, realising what Teddy had seen.

There was a raised bump of bluish skin with a red dot in the centre.

Teddy brushed a fingertip over the mark.

“He…he put a needle in my neck.”

Ollie glanced at Harrison, fearing he’d said too much, but Harrison didn’t react.

Teddy wrapped an arm around Ollie and pulled him close. Ollie couldn’t resist pressing into him and breathing in his scent.

“He didn’t inject me, though,” Ollie murmured into Teddy’s skin.

It had been close, though, too close. If it hadn’t been for Rory’s jacket, if Ollie had been wearing one of his own, thinner, jackets, Pichard would’ve got him. He would’ve been found dead up there on scaffolding. Teddy would’ve found out. Teddy would’ve been distraught.

Ollie closed his eyes. “I’ve missed you so much.”

Teddy tipped Ollie’s head back and kissed him.

Ollie relaxed into the familiar heat of Teddy’s mouth, the tickle of his beard, and the insistence of his tongue. He didn’t have the strength in his arms to wrap them around Teddy, barely had enough energy to move his lips and tongue, but it didn’t matter.

Teddy held on to him and kissed him like he was everything.

They spent the rest of their ten minutes like that, and when Harrison called time on their make-out session, Teddy unleashed a pissed-off growl in his direction.

Ollie snorted, kissing Teddy’s cheek. He forced himself up on weak legs. Teddy shot to his feet to help him stagger his way to the door. Ollie stepped out into the corridor, and after a moment’s hesitation, Teddy backed off to the bed and sat down. Harrison left the cell and secured the door.

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