Page 3 of Filtration Play
Sharp defined everything about them from their features to their energy to the way they walked up to the front.
“If I don’t get coffee, I’m going to collapse right here,” they said.
Hunter grinned and shook his head. “Okay, drama. I think you’ll survive. Getting an Americano?”
“To-go, yeah.” They ran their hand through their hair, revealing hints of a shave beneath. Ollie was transfixed, even though he was pretty sure he outright gaped at them.
They glanced back, and their gaze landed on Ollie. A slow, almost feral, smile rolled to their lips.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” they purred, their voice dripping sex. “Got space for me?”
Heat rushed through Ollie in a fierce wave. Holy fuck. This person was the hottest thing he’d ever encountered.
“Fin,” Hunter said, a warning note in his voice. “That’s Julian’s little brother.”
Ollie gritted his teeth. Fucking hell, this was why he couldn’t make this space his own. Because everyone saw him as Julian’s little brother,and trying to change that perspective was an uphill battle he didn’t want to climb.
“So?” Fin shot to Hunter, a hand on their hip. “Unless I’m hitting on Julian or his boyfriend, I don’t see how he factors into this.”
Okay, Ollie was officially interested.
Hunter raised his hands. “Fair point.”
“Got plenty of space here,” he called, his skin prickling with live wire electricity that skimmed the air between them. Their gaze landed on him again, those wicked brows arching, their upper lip curling. His cock was growing hard from the lascivious look, pure hunger in their gaze as they took their time skimming him from head to toe.
And then they sauntered his way.
Damn, he liked their stare on him a little too much, even if it made him shift in his seat. Those hazel eyes held an intensity he’d never experienced leveled his way. They plunked beside him and stretched their arms over the back of the sofa as if it belonged to them. The confidence, the command of a room…fuck. He licked his lips, unable to help himself.
Their grin widened, sharp canines poking out. “The name’s Finley. They/them.”
“Ollie.” He tried to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “He/him.” Their scent was intoxicating, leather and patchouli, and when they widened their stance, their thigh bumped against his. Here he’d been trying to carve out space for years while they justownedit.
His mouth was parched from the feverish lust rushing through his body.
“So, what’s your deal, Ollie?” Fin asked. “Board gamer? Vanilla? Queer?”
“Not a board gamer,” he said. As for the other two…well, damn. “And I’m bi.”
“Don’t think I missed the nonanswer,” Fin said, their eyes sharper than before as if they peeled his clothes off piece by piece. A shiver ran down his spine. He’d thought of exploring kink, but his mind tangled when he tried to imagine anything. Pain and his body were complicated.
“You always this brazen?” he asked.
Not like he wanted them to stop.
Fin’s eyes crinkled at the edges. “Absolutely. Why try to shove myself into a box? People either like me, or they don’t.”
“I’m not complaining.” Amusement bounced in his chest. They were fascinating, and he hadn’t been this interested in anyone for a long damn while. Not even his ex-boyfriend, which probably said something.
“If you’re not into games, what are you into?” they asked.
“Cars, bikes. I work at an auto shop.”
“Mm, bet you’d look good bent over the hood of a car.” They didn’t bother to hide the heat in their tone or their gaze. Ollie incinerated. Even though he’d explored with Asher, he’d done most of the topping, since Asher preferred bottoming. However, the insinuation behind Fin’s words, how they sized him up like they’d knock him at the knees—fuck.
“That an offer?” he teased. As much as his breakup had dragged him through the mud, he could flirt on autopilot. And Fin was about as subtle as a tractor trailer.
“Depends,” they said. “I only top. And I’m in the mood for a rough tumble tonight.”
