Havoc for the Holidays (Home for the Holidays)

17. Ollie

Chapter seventeen

Ollie

B y the time Ez was done bringing everything in the apartment, I was utterly overwhelmed in the best way possible. There were packages galore under our tiny Christmas tree, all of them done up in ribbons and bows. My kitchen was filled with all my favorite things from the bakery surrounding the Christmas bouquet he’d given me. There were half a dozen candles scattered around, each of them putting out the quintessential aromas of the holidays until I thought I would drown in pine and cinnamon and peppermint and vanilla.

Perhaps the most memorable thing he unpackaged was the stack of cards. I sifted through the pile and had to fight back tears as I read well wishes and holiday greetings from two dozen different people in town. I'd been working so hard to keep my head down and stay out of the public scrutiny, it boggled my mind to realize just how many truly cared, let alone noticed me in the first place.

“Ez, this is…”

“You needed to know. You matter a lot more than you think. Don't let the stupid comments and gossip fool you, Olls. You love this town so much, and it loves you back.” He crossed the kitchen and gathered my cheeks in his hands. “And I meant what I said, too. You made me fall in love with this place, and in the process, you made me fall in love with you.”

“Oh… oh, God.” I tossed the stack of cards on the counter and grabbed his hips to tug him closer as my heart beat too fast in my chest. I couldn't think clearly enough to formulate words, but God, did I feel like the king of the world as he said those words. In lieu of responding aloud, I crushed his lips with mine and hoped my actions would convey my feelings in return.

My desperation to communicate how intensely I felt for him turned me nearly feral as I ravished his mouth and maneuvered him through my apartment. Clamoring hands and stumbling steps followed our movements as we crashed into walls and door frames. Once I was confident we were clear of the majority of the tripping hazards, I pushed him toward my bed and inhaled a shaky breath to try and regain some control over myself.

“No. Don't do that.” Ez shifted into a seated position long enough to tear his shirt off and send it flying. “Don't hold back. Don't put up shields. Get the hell over here and fuck me.”

“Oh… oh!” A small laugh slipped from my lips as I followed suit, shedding my shirt and advancing toward him. “God, I don't know what you do to me—”

“Don't overthink it,” he murmured, capturing my face in his hands and sealing our mouths together again.

My body was on fire with his touch. I needed more. I needed everything. Only with him had I ever experienced such uninhibited desire and wanton lust. I barely recognized myself, but for once, I didn't care. I simply went with it. As I crawled over his body, he melted into the mattress and our hips met, instantly becoming an undulating dance of push and pull as we sought friction.

Ez turned his head to the side, breaking our kiss with a gasp. “Supplies?”

“Oh, right. Shit,” I stammered. It took entirely too long to find what I was looking for in the nightstand. So much so, he was already free of his delightful dance tights by the time I returned to the bedside.

“Gimme that.” He snatched the bottle of lube from my hand so fast, I boggled. “I swear on everything holy in this world, if you aren't inside of me in the next thirty seconds, I will scream.”

“Good God, if you keep talking like that, this won't last long.” I fumbled my pants down until I could step out of them, stumbling across the floor with a shaky laugh.

“Good thing we have all night.” The lube clicked open and closed. When I glanced up, he was propped up on one elbow and sliding his fingers into his ass. I whimpered and clamped a hand around the base of my dick as it twitched at the sight.

“Fuck, Ez…”

“Yes. Fuck Ez, please. Now.” He let his head fall back as he fingered himself. The long column of his neck made my mouth run dry. The visual of his fingers disappearing into the tight pucker of his ass forced a groan from my lips. I had to physically shake my head to get my brain back online. I tore the condom wrapper open with my teeth and nearly dropped it for how hard my hands were shaking in anticipation.

By the time I managed to get the condom on, he was already moaning and rocking his hips like the tease he was. All rational thought, composure, and nervous energy was gone in an instant as I shifted my knees onto the mattress and batted his hand away. Nearly frantic with need, I grabbed the lube, applied a liberal coating of it to my dick, and shuffled closer. A slow spreading smirk curved his lips as he looked up and me with fire in his eyes.

“Olls, you have no idea how long I've wanted this moment.”

“Shh,” I whispered, sweeping in to brush a kiss over his lips. “You’ll give me performance anxiety.”

He chuckled, soft and low and sinful, as I aligned the head of my cock with his ass and flicked my eyes between that and his face. With a subtle nod of encouragement and a shifting of his hips, I pressed in, immediately groaning at the pressure.

“Oh, oh God…” I searched for his lips again before moving any further. “I'm already ruined. You've ruined me.”

“Good. Now wreck me.” Ez jerked me closer and our lips crashed together as my dick sank deeper into the tight heat of his body. The sensation was so intense, physically and emotionally, I had to stop myself as soon as I bottomed out for fear of coming instantly.

His fingers knotted in my hair at the back of my head as our kiss grew more impassioned and less articulate. Lips, tongues, teeth. Stifled moans and stunted breaths. Through no conscious action of my own, my hips retreated before shifting forward again, reveling in the slick, slow slide of my cock as it moved even deeper into his body as he lifted his hips to meet my movements.

Every time I returned to the molten depths of him, he moaned and I hungrily chased the sound with a deepening of our kiss, filling his mouth with my tongue as I stretched his ass with my cock. I'd transcended consciousness and entered a surreal world of the most intimate connection I'd ever experienced in my life. The power of it drove me to a level of primal need that was utterly overwhelming in the best way possible and as a result, I greedily chased the high with a quickening of my thrusts.

With another shifting of my knees, the angle of my cock changed just enough to drive him wild. Our kiss broke apart with a feral cry as he yanked at my hair and arched off the bed. Evidently, I was doing something very right and the high of it had me doing it harder and faster and with more intent.

“Fuck! Right there! Ollie, right there! Don't stop!”

My heart soared. My chest swelled. My body obeyed. God, how I needed him to come. I needed to make him come. I tried to reach for his dick between us, but his hand flew to my bicep to stop the action.

“No, no, I'm so close. Make me come like this!”

Shuddering from head to toe at the desperation in his voice, I once more readjusted the angle of my hips and redoubled my efforts. He was so, so tight, I worried I might not last long enough to get him there, but by God, I was going to try. He cried out louder with each thrust as I honed my attention on that glorious sound and worked to make it happen again and again. Glancing between our bodies, I watched as each jarring reconnection brought another head of precum to the swollen head of his dick and I swear, I almost came on the spot.

“Ol… Ol… oh God, Oliver!” His body went tense as his head fell back with a euphoric cry and his ass grew impossibly tight around my cock. The first jet of cum erupted between our sweat-slick bodies and it was all over from there. I fucked him through his orgasm with reckless abandon until mine exploded, starting low in my spine before tearing through my body so ruthlessly, I all but shouted out his name in response.

It was the most intense climax, unlike any other I'd ever had. The throbbing, pulsing swell of my dick was countered by the fluttering tensing of his ass until we were both boneless and breathless in a heap of trembling, tangled limbs. If this was what sex was supposed to be like, I wanted to erase the memory of every partner that had come before and marry this man right here and now to keep him for myself until the end of time.

“We’re absolutely doing that again,” Ez eventually said after we'd caught our breath.

“Yes. But I call bottom next.” I nuzzled at his jaw with a laugh. “Please?”

“Jesus, give me a heads up before you try to get me hard again. Talk like that will get you face down, ass up sooner than you'd like.” His fingertips swirled in the matted mess of my hair at the back of my head.

“That is sort of the point, is it not?”

“My dear, you are a dirty, dirty boy.” Ez pushed at my torso until I rolled onto my back. In a criminally sexy move, he followed the motion and wound up straddling my back. Before I realized it, he had my hands pinned over my head and his lips hovering over mine. “The things I want to do to your body are too graphic to speak aloud.”

A shudder tore through the length of my body and I grew dizzy for how swiftly the blood drained from my head to fill my cock. Ez laughed and ground his lube-slick ass against my very eager cock.

“Good God, I'm sorry. It's… it's been a while.” I could feel my face burning bright red as I squirmed beneath him. “You have apparently reawakened my long lost libido.”

“Do not ever apologize. I already want this massive cock back inside me.” He leaned forward and alleviated the pressure on my lap. “Remember, we have all night and I made a promise to have this ass for myself. I plan to take advantage of this time we have. I bet you scream so pretty, don't you?”

My eyes rolled back in my head with the force of his words. Hell, I was already trembling with the thought and all he did was talk dirty to me. Sensing my intense reaction, he rolled onto the mattress with a chuckle. “Oliver, you are an absolute treasure. I think we’re going to have a lot of fun together.”

“I think so too.” I turned my head to search his rich brown eyes and fell into their depths with a contented sigh. “I'm sorry about… everything.”

“No more sorries. Just talk to me next time and this'll work out just fine.” His fingertips whispered over the line of my jaw as a tender smile curled his lips.

I rolled to face him better, tracing the lean line of his torso. “Also… can you ignore the text I sent? Pretend it never happened?”

“You mean,” he whispered, his eyes blinking in surprise. “Ollie, I don't care about the showcase right now.”

“I do. It's important to you, so it's important to me. You're important to me.” I leaned in and pecked his lips. “I'll likely regret every second of my dick on display for the town to talk about, but I'll perform with you.”

“Wait… the problem was the costume?”

“Chiefly, yes. Among other things.”

“Oh, baby… that’s an easy fix.” Ez eased to his back and pulled me with him. “I'm excited to dance with you.”

“I'm excited to be with you.” We exchanged playful kisses and somehow ended up with him back on top of me by the time we pulled apart again.

“Thank you, Ollie. Thank you for giving us a chance.”

“It should be me thanking you for not giving up on me.” I laced my arms around his waist and held him tight. “I'm a bit of a hot mess.”

“You're just the right kind of messy for me, though.” His lips blanketed mine as we resumed a languid, lingering kiss and that was how we spent the rest of the night—with a lot of kissing, even more touching, quiet talking, and a whole bunch of exploration of one another's bodies. And for once, I didn't feel a single ounce of shame or humiliation. I felt loved for exactly who I was, just as I was. It was the best Christmas gift I'd ever received in my life.