Page 51 of Butterfly

Teddy sat up and ran his hands over Ollie’s chest, down his arms, up into his hair. Ollie’s eyes fluttered shut as he let himself be inspected from head to toe. Teddy found the bump from the pool cue and let out a questioning rumble.

“It’s nothing.” Ollie sighed.

He knew it was the worst thing to reply with when Teddy remained statue still, all except the slight vibration where he growled his dislike.

“Jonesy messing around.” Ollie reached up and touched the side of his head. “It’s tiny. I’m surprised you can even feel it.”

Teddy lifted an eyebrow.

Of course I can feel it.

He shuffled further down to check Ollie’s legs, circling a bruise beneath Ollie’s knee.

There was another rumble.

“I knocked it on the edge of the bed.”

Teddy exhaled through his nose.

“And I’ve stubbed my big toe too.”

Teddy turned to see for himself, reaching down to tickle the sole of Ollie’s foot.

“Hey,” Ollie squawked, trying to kick out his legs. “That’s not fair.”

Teddy looked at him again.

“I’m okay,” Ollie whispered. “I promise. Just missed you a lot. Did you miss me too?”

Teddy nodded again. He bit his lip as he looked down at Ollie beneath him.

“Get your brain out of the gutter.”

Teddy held out his hands, giving Ollie wide eyes.

It’s your fault it’s there.

Ollie grinned. “But you missedmetoo, right?”

Teddy touched Ollie’s smile, gazing down at him. He stroked the back of his knuckles against Ollie’s cheek. The look on his face, along with the touch, was tender, and Ollie basked in that warmth.

Yes, Teddy had missed him, he could tell.

“You’re a real sap sometimes, you know that?” Ollie sighed.

Teddy shrugged, then brushed a hand down Ollie’s chest to his eagerly waiting cock. He gave it a squeeze, an unprompted reminder that he’d been thinking about this too.

Ollie gasped, rocking his hips, but Teddy was sat on his thighs, pinning him to the bed.

“Can…can I sit on top of you?”

Teddy raised his eyebrow, suspicion squinted his eyes, but he obliged, shifting until he was flat on his back with Ollie straddling him.

Teddy’s cock strained, arching away from his belly. Ollie took hold of him, swiping his thumb over the precum-covered head.

Teddy hummed his pleasure as his eyes closed. Ollie continued to stroke him, and Teddy sighed in bliss, slipping his hands behind his head. Ollie kept one hand on Teddy’s cock, while stroking over Teddy’s abs with his other. They were defined, covered in soft dark hair the same shade as Teddy’s beard. Ollie switched hands to rub his wet one over Teddy’s chest, licking his lips at the precum he’d plastered to Teddy’s hair.

Seeing his sticky chest made Ollie’s cock jump.

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