Page 20 of Ravenous

“It’s the surface. They need to vary it. It’s not fair to those who don’t play well on hard court.”

“True. But if they make a change, it should be to grass. There are enough clay court tournaments already.”

“Traitor! There can never be enough clay on the schedule,” he chuckled, and Ollie realized that neither of them looked at the sports channel, for their eyes were firmly pinned on each other. “Do you play? I know some great indoor courts in the area.”

“I do but I need a new racket,” Ollie admitted. He’d been using the same one since high school and it had seen better days.

“When you get one, let me know. I’d love to play you.” Finn gave him an illegal sultry wink and Ollie blushed, the double entendre not lost on him.

“I’ll kick your ass, I hope you know that.” Ollie gave Finn a cunning half-smile.

“Ooh,” Finn leaned in until their faces were a breath apart. “Challenge accepted.”

That closeness lit the fire between them and Ollie found himself unable to answer for he was swimming in the chocolate depths of Finn’s gaze, about to be pulled under. It was mesmerizing, leaving Ollie frozen in place as sheer need barreled through his veins. Finn clearly felt the same way because his eyes flicked back and forth, carefully drawing Ollie in, and time seemed to slow as their lips met.

Ollie couldn’t help but groan. He’d been dreaming about another kiss for months and it was even better than he’d imagined. Tilting his head, he asked for more, and Finn obliged, caressing Ollie’s face with the back of his knuckles before cupping his cheek tenderly. That delicate touch had Ollie trembling, as did the wet lick along the seam of his lips. With a whine, Ollie opened up for Finn, letting his tongue in and sucking on it.

Finn growled, putting his free hand on Ollie’s waist, and for some reason Ollie didn’t jump or pull away; it only made him want to touch Finn in return. Reaching up, he ran his hands through Finn’s hair, noting how soft it was, and then trailed his fingertips down the corded muscle of Finn’s neck, tracing his way to firm shoulders and a delectable chest. Ollie wanted to see Finn with his shirt off but he couldn’t ask; if that happened then he’d have to disrobe too.

The kiss became deeper, wetter, their tongues dancing together, moving from Ollie’s mouth into Finn’s, the burn of his stubble delicious against Ollie’s lips and chin. The temperature in the room rose, or maybe it was just Ollie who was hot because he began to sweat with desire. He’d made out with guys before but it had never been like this - passionate, vivid, and powerful. It was like standing outside on the first warm spring day after being indoors all winter.

Eventually, they had to breathe and broke apart. Ollie’s chest was heaving and he gulped air, one of his breaths ending in a squeak as Finn dove back in, attacking his neck.

“F-Finn!” Curling his hands in Finn’s shirt, Ollie gasped as pleasure rolled through him. His cock filled, growing impossibly hard as he was swept away by Finn’s talented lips and tongue. Somehow, he knew how to nip in all the right places as his hands wandered, squeezing and rubbing down Ollie’s chest until they reached the hem of his shirt. “Wait!”

Finn pulled away immediately, staring down at Ollie with swollen lips and blown pupils. It was alluring as fuck but Ollie needed to take control or he’d be naked before he knew it, and he couldn’t bear to see the disappointment on Finn’s face.

“L-Let me…” Ollie looked at the basement door. There was a non-zero chance that Mason would come upstairs but Ollie was willing to take the risk; besides, if Mason saw them in the middle of a blowjob he probably wouldn’t care. At worst, he’d take a few photos.

Straightening his shirt, Ollie gave Finn a lascivious wink and slid off the couch, kneeling in front of it.

“Ollie, what are you -oh.” Finn’s eyes glazed over as Ollie settled between his legs, rubbing his denim-clad thighs. They were lean but solid as if Finn biked or swam. Ollie wanted to bite into them but he needed to get rid of the pesky jeans first.

Reaching for the button, Ollie made quick work of it, pulling the zipper down and tugging on the band, encouraging Finn to lift his hips, but Finn grabbed his wrists instead.

“A-Are you sure? What about?” Finn jerked his head toward the hall, more worried than Ollie was about interruptions.

“Mason could be down there for days and even if he sees us the couch is blocking most of it.” Ollie ran his hand over the fabric-covered bulge that rose from the open zipper. Finn was wearing black briefs that were tight enough to leave nothing to the imagination and Ollie’s mouth watered as he thought about the impressive meal before him. “And I like doing this. Sit back.”

It was true. Ollie thoroughly enjoyed giving head, feeling a thick cock in his mouth, bringing a man to orgasm with only his lips and tongue. It gave him pleasure to hear their pleasure, to feel their curled hair around his nose and mouth, take in their heavy scent. A few times Ollie had even come hands-free while servicing. He was hoping to do that now. That way they’d both get off and Ollie wouldn’t have to show his body.

Finn looked at the door, lips pressed together as if he were pondering, but desire won out and he lifted his hips, helping Ollie slide his pants and underwear down. Ollie raised his eyebrows as a generously thick cock bounced out of its confines, slapping Finn’s stomach and leaving a wet mark that displayed Finn’s enthusiasm.

“Very nice.” Ollie grinned up at him, wrapping his fingers around the shaft and giving it an experimental tug. Finn tossed his head back with a groan the second Ollie touched him, and his cock gave a pulsing jump. He was so responsive; this was going to befun.

Leaning in, Ollie suckled at the head, sampling the precum that leaked freely. It had a tart almost smoky taste and combined with the lingering flavor of Finn’s skin, it left Ollie wanting more. He glanced up, meeting Finn’s eyes as he circled the head with his lips, sinking a half inch, and Finn made a strangled sound, looking at Ollie as if he’d created the universe. Another spurt of delectable liquid hit Ollie’s palate as he lowered his head even more, rubbing his hands on Finn’s thighs. Hair tickled his palms and from where Ollie sat he could see it grow thicker until it encompassed the base of the cock he was working on, surrounding it with dense dark curls that Ollie wanted to bury his face in.

“Ollie.” Finn’s legs began to tremble and Ollie pulled back up, popping the cock free, removing a hand from one thigh so he could hold the base.

“Is this okay? Should I stop?” Ollie teased, loving the power he held by simply working a man at his root.

“N-No,” Finn panted, running a palm over Ollie’s hair.

“Are you suuure?” Ollie tugged on the shaft, squeezing as he rubbed his cheek on Finn’s thigh coyly.

“Yes. Y-You devil,” Finn breathed out a laugh and Ollie couldn’t help but smile as he returned to duty, pushing the cock back into his mouth and sinking even deeper than he had before. He began to bob his head in a pattern, continuing to firmly hold the base, for Finn was going to come when Ollie wanted him to and not a moment sooner. Each time he descended he went further until the head hit the back of his throat and then he relaxed, forcing it past that.

Finn choked like he was taking the dick, sputtering and babbling as he held Ollie’s head. He wasn’t directing with his touch, or forcing, just resting his hands there, as if it grounded him. “Y-Yeah, oh god. Ollie, your mouth is…wow.”

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