Page 18 of Filtration Play
“Need any help?” he offered.
Fin lifted a brow. “Like I’m going to let you fondle my equipment right here in public. The scandal, Ollie. Think of all those innocent eyes.”
He let out a bark of a laugh. “Right, so many people around an abandoned factory. Any reason we’re urbexing?”
“Maybe that’s my kink,” Fin said with a sniff. “Lure hotties to abandoned buildings to shoot pictures of them.”
“I mean, put it like that, and it sounds like a horror plot in the making.” Ollie walked to the building. “Lucky for you, I like urbexing. I’ve been here before.”
“Wait, really?” Fin fell in step. “You’re full of surprises, Hale.”
“I like to keep things interesting.” He tossed them a boyish grin. Fuck, he was too damn attractive for his own good. The impulse to claim him and make him theirs rose in a fierce way. He’d look soamazing locked up and bent over, getting fucked and filled for hours. Fin’s core throbbed, and they resisted the urge to reach down to their crotch. He wasn’t unopposed to playing with them—he’d made that clear—so they’d see what direction his kinks lay.
They kept pace with him as they approached the old lock factory. From a distance, the white building with the red roofs had seemed intact, but the closer they got, the more the spiderweb cracks revealed themselves. The place had been demolished years ago, but it was one of the popular urbexing spots they’d looked up. And Fin couldn’t wait to check out the insides.
They found ruins and wrecks beautiful, and they didn’t know quite what that said about them.
Maybe because they’d been shattered to pieces and were still standing too, sometimes out of sheer spite alone.
“There are a lot of dangerous spots but also intact areas,” Ollie said. “Not sure what you have in mind for the shoot.”
“Mmm, probably whatever room has the best interplay of shadows and light. Gotta show off those sexy gray sweats.”
Ollie squeezed the back of his neck, a flush rising to his cheeks. For someone who could be a confident flirt when he wanted to, he responded beautifully to a little teasing.
“And you’re comfortable with getting restrained?” they asked. They could get a lot of the discussion out of the way while they walked.
“With what?”
“Bondage tape.” They tilted their head toward the pack slung over their shoulder. “As much as rope looks gorgeous, it takes too much time when we’re in an abandoned building and might need to bolt at a moment’s notice. Bondage tape will fall off real easy without needing emergency shears.”
Ollie licked his lips, his gaze sneaking to the bag as if he could somehow see the roll of tape.
“We’ll get to it,” they teased. “We just have a factory to break into.”
“This way.” Ollie led them down a path overgrown with weeds. Thankfully, they both wore boots, so they were prepared for stomping around the old building.
A door off to the side looked like an emergency exit, but it was hanging off the hinges. Based on the worn dirt path in front of it, this was the usual way to traverse into the building, which was good. Better to follow the footsteps where most of the explorers had traveled rather than accidentally drop into a rotted board or ditch.
Fin snagged their flashlight they’d tucked into their pocket and popped it on. Ollie, to their surprise, already had a small one in hand too, attached to a multitool.
“Damn, I like a guy who’s prepared.”
“In more ways than one,” Ollie said, glancing their way with an impish grin.
Fin bit back a low groan. Fuck, he was such a walking wet dream.
The thickened air greeted them. In abandoned buildings, a stillness existed, a silence that seeped into the corners and cracks, like only the imprints of the life and bustle that once existed remained.
Fin’s flashlight illuminated the area in front of them. Crumbling piles of stone filled the back spot, small beams of light filtering through from a window on the far end. Their nose twitched at the combination of must and stone and dust.
“How many rats do you think are crawling around here?” they asked.
“Why the fuck would you say that?” Ollie whipped his flashlight at them accusingly. “It’s like you’re summoning the fuckers.”
“Babe, there’s not going to be a rat-o-calypse. They’re just the only fuckers brazen enough to hang in spaces like this. Them and the roaches.”
“I’d take rats over roaches,” Ollie muttered as he continued forward.
