Page 71 of Ravenous

As long as Finn stayed around.

Shaking his head, Ollie banished that thought, not giving his dread any quarter, busying himself with unzipping the clothing bag and removing Finn’s new suit. The deep charcoal-gray fabric gave a slight shimmer, and paired with a black shirt and matching tie, Finn would look like a mysterious billionaire.

“I’m going to take a before video, then more throughout, and finally the finished product. Once that’s done it’s just a quick edit. Do you have any musical choices?” Ollie watched Finn pull moisturizer and a few hair products out of another bag.

“Anything progressive rock?” Finn stared at a small pink can. “What’s this?”

“Mousse, it’ll hold your hair without making it heavy or wet.” Ollie shook out a red sweater that was a little darker than blood. The two of them had gravitated toward it as soon as they’d walked into the store, agreeing that it was vampire attire, and it fit Finn like a dream.

“What am I getting myself into again?” Finn flopped down on the bed, scattering a few empty bags to the floor. They’d decided to start in Finn’s bedroom because the attached bath had wonderful mirrors and Ollie kept glancing at the mattress, trying not to remember all the moaning he’d done into it last night.

“Just relax and trust me.” Ollie shook his head free of sexy thoughts and dragged Finn up, putting him in front of the closet door. “Let’s pose you for yourbeforeshot. Stand over by the closet and look natural.” Finn nodded seriously and then waved his arms around like he was an inflatable marketing puppet. Ollie rolled his eyes. “Really?”

“Okay, okay.” Running a hand through his hair, Finn straightened his spine and smiled, looking at the camera in a way that got Ollie half-hard as he captured the pictures and video.

“Damn.” Ollie flipped through the photos once he finished, his cheeks burning. “It’s a shame you don’t have social media.”

“One of us being famous is enough.” Finn looked over Ollie’s shoulder, making him very aware of their size difference, which went straight to Ollie’s dick again, and he coughed, going to his bags and removing a mini tripod. Attaching his phone to the head mount, he placed it on the sink in Finn’s bathroom and then rolled the desk chair in front of it.

Gesturing to the seat, Ollie smirked at Finn and he practically hopped across the room. When he was situated, Ollie adjusted the camera, making sure a wide angle was selected, and then pressed the red button in the center, turning toward Finn with a short clap of his hands.

“Let the Just Finn to Just Fabulous makeover begin!”

Ollie started with Finn’s perpetual five o’clock shadow, which clearly got the bulk of his beauty ritual. It was gorgeous; however, it could be honed, shaped, and streamlined to perfection. Grabbing an electric trimmer, along with a straight razor, Ollie did just that, trimming Finn’s eyebrows too.

Holding up the hand mirror he’d brought with him - the very one he’d used to check his hairline - Ollie showed Finn the result and his eyes lit up in wonder. Gingerly, he reached up and touched his face. “Incredible. I have no idea what you did but it looks amazing.”

Ollie beamed. “Your scruff is kinda legendary, most men have to work for that, but the angle was wrong for the shape of your face so I changed it. Now you look more chiseled.” Ollie shrugged, trying not to seem too thirsty. “Your hair is next.” Stopping the camera, he restarted it for part two, wetting Finn’s hair down. “When was the last time you got a haircut?”

“A few months ago.” His large hand closed around Ollie’s wrist but it wasn’t possessive, only familiar, and it made Ollie’s skin buzz. “Do whatever you want to. You told me to trust you, and I do.”

It was such a simple statement but Ollie knew that Finn meant it one hundred percent, and it lit him up from the inside. “Okay! I promise, it’ll look just as good as the beard.”

An hour later, Finn’s hair had been trimmed and styled, his skin had been moisturized, and Ollie had given him a lecture on sunscreen. Moving to the bedroom, Ollie posed him in the same place, and Finn began to model the suit for theaftershots.

“Work it!” Ollie shrieked, stunned at what he’d created. Finn had always been model-handsome, but now he was a downright smokeshow, and Ollie had to keep checking his mouth for drool. “Okay I think I have enough footage, let’s change your outfit.”

Somehow, the vampire sweater and pitch-black slacks were even sexier, turning Finn from a romance-novel billionaire into a smoldering undead billionaire and Ollie couldn’t stop photographing him. Slowly, Finn’s poses became more and more ridiculous, and Ollie ended up grabbing a bunch of them on video; they’d be comedy gold at the end of the makeover reel, boosting views and likes. The last one was Finn doing the robotbadlyand Ollie laughed so hard that he dropped his phone, Finn joining him until they collapsed against each other, falling back onto the bed and gasping for air.

“Honestly, Sunshine, you worked a miracle,” Finn stated once he caught his breath. Slowly, he stroked Ollie’s cheek, and the air between them grew charged, bringing them closer together, and when their lips met they kissed gently, both mindful that they were still recovering from what Ollie had now brandedthe best sex he’d ever had.

And if he were asked, he’d tell the truth, that Finn was the bestanythinghe’d ever had. While his past self would curse him, he had no regrets, because the support couldn’t be described, and Ollie felt it around him at all times, calming him, and claiming his heart.

Because he was in love.

Should he tell Finn? Did Finn even love him back? Would he say it if he did?

As the kiss broke and they breathed, Ollie bit his lip, unsure. A chime echoed through the room, breaking the moment, and Finn blinked, checking his phone. Slowly, his eyebrows went up.

“Is everything okay?” Ollie leaned in.

Finn sighed. “I feel like an idiot. I completely forgot that I have to visit my uncle today.” He stared at Ollie, considering, before smiling brightly. “Do you want to come with me?”

“Does he know you’re with a man?” Ollie didn’t want to ask that question but he had to, for both their sakes.

“He will today if you’re okay with that.” Finn grabbed his hand, kissing the back of it. “Don’t worry, my uncle is super open-minded. All he wants is for me to be happy. And I am. Besides, I wanteveryoneto know about us.”

Tingles ran up Ollie’s spine, blooming in his brain and making him giddy. Finn continued to prove, time and time again, that he was never going to be Idiot Number Three because he was First Knight, and the pride in his voice when he spoke about their relationship made Ollie fall a little further in love than he already was.

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