Page 80 of Antidote

“Is this ass all mine?”

“Only yours.”

“God, you’re so beautiful, Ollie.” I grip his ass with my hands and spread him, watching myself fuck his tight, pink hole. “I wish you could see what I see.”

“Ohmyfuck.” Ollie moans, “I’m gonna?—”

“Come for me, baby.” I groan. “Squeeze my dick.” His ass squeezes me tighter, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Mmm…fuck. Just. Like. That.”

Ollie’s shaking, and I am too. My legs are about to buckle, but somehow, I hold myself up. I close my eyes, and stars explode in my vision. It feels so fucking good, I’m about to black out. Tingles rush down my spine and my balls tighten. And, right as I’m coming, Ollie moans long and loud.

We’re both panting by the time I pull out, and I take in the sight of my cum seeping out of his ass. I stuff it back in with two fingers, and then I help him pull his own pants up. His hand is covered in cum, and when he turns around, I grab his wrist and bring his fingers to my mouth, licking them clean.

Ollie gasps, and when I lean in to kiss him, he tilts his head up and opens up for me. We’re so fucking greedy for each other. I can’t keep my hands off him, and I don’t want to.

I finally have what I’ve been wanting.

When I met Hunter, two things amazed me more than anything. One: his big green eyes that I easily get lost in every time I look at them. Two: the fact that we have the same birthday. We used to joke about being fraternal twins, at least when we met. However as the years passed, it felt more special. We had this little tradition where we would get cupcakes and blow them out instead of a cake. And then, senior year, we were alone for our birthday. We sat in bed, in the dark, with our cupcakes and lit candles. We promised each other forever, but this time, I begged the universe for it. I never wanted it to end—what we had was more addictive than any drug, and now I get to have it again.

Finally.

Hunter packed us an overnight bag and wouldn’t tell me where we were going. So imagine my surprise when, after six hours, we pulled up to a hotel in downtown Atlanta—right across from the place we met. We dropped off our belongings, and now we’re here, in front of the whale sharks. He’s taking pictures of them, and I’m staying back for now, thinking of how sweet and perfect this moment is. How I never want it to end.

Being here is such a relief. We can just be… us. We don’t have to worry about anything or hide. We can hold hands, and we’re free. Free to touch. Free to look. Free to exist. We’ve gotten a taste of it, and it’s not enough. I wish we could do it all the time, not just at school. More than anything, I want everyone to know about us. Everyone.

As if he knows exactly what I’m thinking about, Hunter chooses this instant to turn around and grin. I smile back, peering behind him, and pull out my phone. I pull up the camera and zoom in, getting the shittiest, most pixelated picture of him with a whale shark behind him. It makes me laugh, and then I pocket my cell phone again.

Hunter makes his way back to me, and I hold on to the rail in front of me, remembering exactly the words we said to each other all those years ago. When he comes to my side, his arm brushing against my shoulder, I smile and look at him.

“What’s your name?” I ask him, and his brows furrow in confusion. I can see the moment he catches on, because he grins.

“Hunter.”

He looks at me, really looks at me. His green eyes search my blue ones, and I say, “You have really green eyes.” This time, I don’t feel embarrassed about it. This time, I’m in love with him.

“And you have really blue ones,” he tells me as his green eyes dilate. He reaches out and brushes his knuckles against my cheek, which is definitely not part of the script. My eyes fall shut, and he withdraws his hand when I open them again. “Oliver, right?”

I nod with a small smile.

“I can be Green.” He grins, grabbing my hand and squeezing. “If you’ll be Blue.”

I love you.

I fucking love you.

Hunter pulls me into him until we’re sharing breath. Me on my tip-toes, him bending at the waist. He kisses my nose, my eyes, then my lips. And even though he doesn’t say anything at all, I know it deep in my heart what he’s feeling right now. I’m not alone in this.

He pulls out his phone, and I watch him as he steps away from me, bringing the camera to his screen. He positions us so we’re in front of the whale sharks, and with the front-facing camera, he snaps a few shots of us. I smile as big as I can, and he does, too.

When he shows me the pictures, we look so fucking happy. I can’t remember the last time I was this happy, not since I was eighteen years old. Even then, we weren’t out in public this way. Now we’re all over each other, and I can’t say I’m mad about it.

My stomach flutters when he asks someone to take a picture of us. He wraps his arms around me, kisses my cheek, then looks at the camera and smiles. I smile right along with him, relishing in the feeling of being in his arms. Hunt gets his phone back, then grabs my hand and pulls me toward the entrance.

“Let’s go, baby,” he murmurs. “It’s time for some cake.”

Memories of us blowing out candles fill my mind, and I let him haul me out of the building and toward the hotel. The walk is short as it’s right across the street, and the sun is setting. We’ve been here for hours, and I was waiting for the perfect moment to recreate how we met. It felt fitting to do it over again. Because we’re starting over.

Once we make it to the hallway, right in front of our hotel door, he presses me against it. Our bodies are flush with each other, and he kisses me like he never wants to come back up for air—and I let him steal all of mine and keep it. He pulls away from me, taking the key card out of his pocket and scanning it, and as soon as the door buzzes open, he pushes me inside.

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