Page 15 of Ravenous

“I have nine hundred and sixty-two followers.”

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FINN

Ollietastedlikeheaven,sweet with a hint of spice, his soft lips and delectable mouth a confection that Finn wanted to sample over and over. He wasn’t sure how long they’d been making out but it didn’t matter; time was simply a construct and the solidity of Ollie’s frame in his lap was Finn’s only reality now.

Diving even deeper, Finn swiped his tongue against Ollie’s, making their kisses wetter, more intense, and every nerve in his body sang. Strange, Finn hadn’t kissed a man until Ollie had sprung into his life and it was indeed different but that was because his entire world narrowed down to Ollie whenever he was near, and with the way Ollie was straddling him, pressing close, Finn could barely breathe.

From the moment he’d peered into Finn’s passenger-side window, Ollie had overwhelmed him in the best possible way. It had taken a significant part of that ride for Finn to realize that what he’d been feeling was attraction. His fascination, the urge to stop Ollie’s tears, sharing the secret lookout with him, giving him his coat, his coffee - Finn had acted like it was a date. No wonder Ollie had kissed him when they’d pulled up in front of the hotel, and while Finn had been taken aback, it was only because he didn’t think he’d enjoy the kiss so much, and that it would stay with him for so long, his lips branded, his loneliness nowhere to be found.

“F-Finn,"Ollie exhaled, pulling away to stare into Finn’s face, his pupils wide and ringed with a sliver of pale blue. Finn could see himself in those black pools; he looked disheveled, eager, wanting. Threading his hand through blond curls, Finn cradled the back of Ollie’s head, bringing him close again, wanting to lose himself in Ollie, drown in him, and never come up for air. Their lips met and parted, tongues sliding and exploring until Finn left the warm cavern of Ollie’s mouth to trail kisses to his earlobe, where he nipped and tugged.

Hands grasped Finn’s shoulders, the fingers digging in as Ollie arched with a gasp and Finn tugged again, humming as he traced the shape of Ollie’s ear with his tongue. “You like that?” His voice was low, husky.

“Mmhmm,”Ollie nodded, pressing down so Finn could feel the unmistakable bulge of interest rubbing against his own. It didn’t give him pause; in fact, it spurred him on and he continued with the tour, running his lips down the tendons of Ollie’s neck, drinking in every twitch, pant, and moan. Ollie was incredibly responsive, letting Finn know that he liked the passionate kisses and scrape of teeth. Sucking at the base of Ollie’s throat, Finn pulled back to admire the mark he left behind and then took in a sharp breath as Ollie leaned down to do the same, grinding his hips in a dance that was pushing Finn toward orgasm at a remarkable pace.

“Wait a minute.” Putting his hands on Ollie’s waist, Finn tried to slow him down but Ollie wasn’t about to be deterred. With a giggle that brushed against Finn’s skin, Ollie lifted his head and initiated another dirty kiss that rivaled the others, speeding up his movements until all Finn could do was grunt and respond. Ollie’s scent, his taste, the wiggle of his tongue, and the way he circled his hips all swirled together, bearing down on Finn like a freight train.

But that train was blasting music…a guitar solo…the same one he used for his alarm.

He blinked, expecting to see Ollie still perched in his lap, those swollen lips begging for more kisses. But Ollie was gone.

Because Finn was at home, alone, in bed.

With a whine, he blindly reached out, shutting off his phone while resisting the urge to toss it across the room. With a very dissatisfied frown, he sighed heavily, picked up the blanket, and glared at the tent in his pants.

It was going to be another wonderful day.

The last thing on Finn’s mind was work. A large chunk of his brain had been taken up by Ollie, and the rest grappled with his unresolved sexuality. Considering that Finn was having sex dreams about Ollie and then finishing out those dreams in the shower using fantasies of Ollie, the answer should be evident but he still wasn’t sure. Was he bisexual? Olliesexual? Did it even matter?

While Finn didn’t have any issues being with a man, it was slightly out of his expectations and required that he adjust his sense of self. He’d spent his entire life thinking he was one way and a patch of sunlight had derailed that programming. Even though he didn’t have a solid label, he’d still needed some time to wrap his brain around it and that’s where he’d fucked up. Because he hadn’t called Ollie in four days.

Why did Finn ask for Ollie’s number if he was going to overthink and waffle about like a coward?

He needed to talk to Owen; he should have done that the day he’d gotten Ollie’s contact info. It would certainly be a role reversal once he came clean to his best friend, for Owen had gone through a lot over the years and Finn’s duty had been to listen, to help, and to problem-solve. Now he was going to see what life was like on the other side.

“Hey Finn, we’re behind on orders, are you gonnausethe espresso machine or stare at it all day?”

Finn blinked and the café coalesced around him. His glaring coworker stood a few feet away, hands on her hips, and the line of customers behind her echoed her mood.

“Sorry.” Shaking himself, he grabbed the first order and started pressing buttons. It didn’t take long to clear out the lunch rush and as Finn went into the back room to stock up on cups and other supplies, he checked the schedule taped on the wall, blinked, and checked it again. No, that couldn’t be right.

“Mark?” Finn stopped in the doorway of the owner’s office. Java Junction Café had been the brainstorm of two brothers but Mark had bought out his sibling’s share ages ago and ran the place on tight margins and a lot of stress. “Why am I not on the schedule for next week?”

Hunched over his computer, Mark didn’t even look up; he just waved at the seat in front of his desk. “I was going to tell you when your shift was done.”

Finn chose to stand, crossing his arms. “Can you at least look at me if you’re going to fire me?”

Sitting up, Mark huffed a long sigh, as if this was an annoyance, and met Finn’s eyes. “Sorry, but I can’t afford to keep you anymore.”

Finn almost laughed. It wasn’t like Mark was paying him well. “What, did you hire a bunch of high schoolers who will take minimum wage or less?”

Mark’s grimace told Finn that he’d hit the nail on the head. “It’s just business,” he grumbled.

Finn was annoyed, not angry; this place wasn’t worth it. And he’d been fired before, just not twice in one week. But he wasn’t about to hang around and work for a jerk who let their employees go like that. “Itisjust business, and since you can’t afford to keep me, I guess I’ll clock out right now.”

“What brings you by, Finn? Did you text me?” Owen reached for his cell as if to check it, but Finn shook his head.

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