Page 28 of Filtration Play
One skill he’d mastered was pretending to be okay, even when he wasn’t.
“Ugh, things I didn’t need to know about the baby brother I raised.” Julian made a disgusted noise. “At least you’re with someone safe. Fin might be a commitment phobe, but they’re a good person. And Whipped is about the best place you could go for exploration into that scene. Jas and Matt do some of the classes and nights over there.”
“Oh, so your crew isn’t entirely vanilla.” Ollie waggled his brows. “Think Jasper and Matt want a third?”
“No, no, no,” Jules said. “I don’t even want to think about any of that. Gross.”
“Mmm, Jasper’s the Dom in that relationship, right? So, I have a newly awakened submissive side…”
“Things I never needed to know,” Jules grumbled, and amusement fluttered through Ollie.
Though after each encounter with Fin, he found himself curious about more and more. Restraints, cock cages, breeding kink—his mind raced with so many things he wanted to try.
With them.
He swallowed hard. Even if they weren’t the forever type, maybe they’d at least play with him for a bit so he could explore these newly awakened interests. Because Fin was the first person in a long damn while he connected with so easily, and already, he trusted them. Today had proved how good a Dom they were.
They could’ve clapped him on the shoulder and parted ways. Instead, they had stayed, taken him to their place, and ensured he was safe. That meant everything.
He pulled up in front of Jules and Cal’s house, a picturesque rancher in the burbs. His brother was meant for the picket fence, the husband, the kid. Ollie, though? Fuck, he didn’t even know himself half the time, let alone his desires.
“I’m aware you’re an adult now,” Jules said. “But be careful with the hijinks you get up to, okay? I love you.”
A lump formed in Ollie’s throat. Well, he was defenseless to shit like that. “Love you too,” he murmured, the words coming out raspy. “Give your kiddo extra squeezes from Uncle Ollie.”
“You don’t want to come in?” Julian stepped out of the passenger’s side.
The comfort of the cozy home beckoned. He loved all the people inside, but some days, he felt…too much for that sort of life. As if he was a bucket of damage set to spill over an idyllic scene.
“Nah. I’m going to get some rest and coast out the adrenaline crash. Thanks again, Jules.”
“Always.” He patted the side of the car. When he walked toward the front door, Ollie set off down the road again.
As much as he envied what Julian had, the coziness would never be for him.
Ollie had never been able to accept affection without a sting.
And the truth that he’d been well aware of for years swelled to the surface. Someone as damaged as him would never find love.
Chapter Ten
Fin couldn’t wait to finish work today.
All day, they’d been staring at the text Ollie sent, glimpses to get the hit of dopamine again and again.
I want to try a cock cage.
Fuck, fuck, fuck. And wasn’t that just their kryptonite?
He would be swinging by for a quick shoot in the dungeon, but after that, Fin was taking him home to fuck his brains out. They’d broken the seal already, so why not fuck him in their bed? However, their main motivation was also time and safety. Given Ollie’s reaction after their last scene together, they wanted somewhere private to handle any aftereffects. The protectiveness that flared up inside them around him was becoming a problem, but they couldn’t seem to stop.
“What are you looking all dreamy for?” Meg sidled against the counter.
“Not dreamy. Sulky.”
“Mm, okay.” Meg arched a brow, and Fin gave her the middle finger.
“What’s Fin getting all dreamy over?” Sloan asked, a skip in his step that could only mean he must’ve gotten DPed last night by his guys. The more cock that guy got, the more cheerful he was.
