Page 68 of Ravenous

Acting on that impulse, Finn dropped Ollie’s leg until it splayed out on the mattress, put a hand on either side of Ollie’s head, and leaned in. There weren’t any words, just their connection, both of them starstruck as Finn began to slowly glide in and out.

As the pace picked up, Ollie let go of the bedding to wrap his arms and legs around Finn, tilting his hips up and clinging to him. They writhed together as a single entity, chasing oblivion in perfect sync, so Finn could easily tell when Ollie started to climb the peak. Raising his hips, he reached down, grasping Ollie’s dripping cock, the combination of slick and sweat making his fist fly.

Ollie tried to form words but choked on the first vowel, digging his nails into Finn’s back. Soaring up to his own pinnacle, Finn pumped Ollie’s dick furiously, not wanting to fly alone. Lost in sensation, Finn tried to absorb it all, from the snug fit around him to the touch of Ollie’s fingers, the shivers that ran up his spine, and the all-encompassing connection that roared between them like Niagara Falls. It felt like, if Finn focused hard enough, he’d be able to see through Ollie’s eyes. Eyes that were pinned on him in shocked pleasure as Ollie jerked twice and cried out so loudly Finn was sure the cops would be on his doorstep. Or he’d get a congratulatory text from his neighbors.

Wetness dripped across Finn’s hand and he slowed his wrist but not his hips, because Ollie’s tunnel spasmed as he came, massaging Finn’s cock with a rippling squeeze, and he couldn’t get enough of it. If he died right now, he’d ascend to heaven as a happy man, and as fate would have it, hewasabout to die, just a little.

Usually, Finn had a lead-up to his orgasm but this one snuck up and punched him into the sky, and with a shout that rivaled Ollie’s, Finn came harder than he ever had in his life, sailing for so long that he felt like he’d become one of the stars he viewed from the lookout.

Once he landed, he had the presence of mind to carefully pull out, pleased to notice that Ollie didn’t flinch. Shifting to the side he flopped down on the bed, still breathing heavily, feeling like he’d left his body and then been shoved back in hastily, his vision still fuzzy along the edges.

A soft small noise trilled in Ollie’s throat and he stretched, turning to Finn with a dreamy smile on his face. “I don’t even know what to say. That was…”

Wiping sweat from his brow, Finn turned as well and they faced each other, bathing in the afterglow. “It was incredible.” Tilting his head, he leaned in and stole another kiss but this one was more chaste, a simple declaration of affection, and Ollie let loose another soft sound in return.

“You sure you’re okay?” Finn stroked Ollie’s cheekbone. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

Ollie shook his head, his tangled curls bouncing. “You were a perfect knight. And also a devil.”

“I thinkyouwere the devil.” Despite how wet and sticky they were, Finn gathered Ollie close, and he snuggled up to Finn with a sigh. “You were like some kind of incubus up there.”

“Thank you.” Ollie giggled, playing with the ring that hung around Finn’s neck. “You weren’t so bad yourself. That tongue of yours should send me a private message.”

Finn snorted, as Ollie yawned, snuggling even closer. They sorely needed to clean up and Finn also had to find his brains and scoop them back into his head but, for now, he wanted to stay like this, with Ollie drowsing in his arms and their hearts beating as one.

Pressing his nose to Ollie’s hair, Finn inhaled, and the scent of lilies washed over him, filling him with stability and hope.

Because, after all this time, he’d finally found love.

Finn woke to a bedroom bathed in sunlight. Blinking in the brightness, he turned to the left, hoping that Ollie might be next to him, but the rest of the bed was empty. Listening, he heard a few unfamiliar sounds that told him Ollie was puttering around somewhere, and it made him lie back with a grin.

He hadn’t even begun to process what had happened between them last night but, for now, he felt optimistic and boneless. He’d just about managed to clean them both up and change the sheets before collapsing into bed with Ollie tucked up under his arm, and he’d slept like he’d been hit with a shovel because he usually would’ve heard Ollie rise and creep about.

Stretching, he scratched at his plentiful scruff, wondering where his shirt went when the door creaked open and the scent of coffee wafted into the room. Standing there in a golden pool of sunlight, Ollie practically glowed, his shy, sincere smile beyond enchanting, and Finn couldn’t stop staring.

“Good morning, Just Finn. Nice of you to join me.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ollie handed Finn a warm mug and he gladly took it, inhaling the steam. It was made exactly the way he liked it, with a touch of milk, and the first sip was like nectar from the gods.

“Am I still dreaming? Because I think I’ve been visited by the sun itself.” He continued to stare. Ollie must have been up for a while, for he had his face on, his curls were tamed, and he was dressed in a fluffy magenta sweater and dark jeans. But his presence, the fact that he was in Finn’s bedroom with a cup of coffee, made Finn feel like he’d won the lottery.

“Stahp.” Ollie lightly pushed Finn’s shoulder and then placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Last night was ridiculous, I hope you know. I won’t be able to walk for a week but it was sooo worth it.” He bit his lip.

“I’m honestly in shock. You were squeezing me so tightly I thought you were going to take my dick as a souvenir.” Finn toasted and then took a few more swallows from the mug as Ollie flushed and giggled, covering his mouth. “How long have you been up? You could’ve woken me.”

The giggling ended with a snort. “No, I don’t think so, you wereout. It’s fine, I wanted to shower and take my time with my morning routine.”

“And you look incredible, as always. I want to wake up to your face more often.” Placing the coffee on his night table, he gathered Ollie into his arms. Today they needed to take action and that included calling doctors, which was probably another reason why Ollie had risen early. “How are you this morning?”

“A little nervous. I feel like…” Ollie leaned his forehead on Finn’s shoulder. “Like my world shifted yesterday and I haven’t caught up to it yet.” He lifted his head, meeting Finn’s gaze with a determined one. “But last night helped. It’s like your calm seeped into me.”

“I think a lot more than my calm seeped into you.” Finn waggled his eyebrows and Ollie play-smacked him. “Wait, my calm transfers to you?”

Ollie nodded. “Being around you dulls the fear.”

“And being aroundyoudestroys my loneliness, which means we’re perfect for each other.” Finn gave Ollie a squeeze and he smiled in return.

“I would usually argue with you but I can’t. Not after last night.” Ollie kissed the hollow of Finn’s neck and he knew right then and there that he was moonfaced.

He pressed his lips to Ollie’s soft curls. “How about I take a quick shower and then we figure out the least stressful breakfast for you. Okay?”

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