Page 48 of Antidote

“You left me all alone, Ollie,” he chokes out, and my heart beats a little faster. This isn’t Hunter, no. This is Green talking. This is my boy. My everything. “I’m all alone in this shitty life because of you.”

Taking a step closer, I meet the edge of the rink where the ice starts. I already know it’s slippery, but the urge to be near him, to hold him, is stronger than common sense. So I step onto the ice, and he watches me intently. “I’m sorry, Hunt,” I whisper, barely audible. My heart is a drum in my ears, and my hands are sweating. I don’t even know why I’m so nervous. This is what I wanted all along—to get through to him. “If I could take it back—if I could do it over again, I’d change everything.”

But then I do the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.

I walk toward him.

The ice is slippery under my Vans, but I still take another step. He doesn’t meet me, in fact, he stays rooted in place. I can tell he’s fighting something inside himself, but he doesn’t give in. He won’t give in to me. It pains me as much as it relieves me. The heartache that comes with the confusion isn’t worth it, that much I know. But damn it, I crave it on a cellular level. I just want one more hit. One. So, I take another step forward.

Flailing in place, I’m about to fall on my ass—but Hunter is faster, gliding over to me and holding me up out of some twisted instinct. It has to be that, because the possibility that he’s actually worried about me is slim to none. But then he does something completely unexpected—he backs me up against the boards, my head meeting the cold glass of the wall.

“Why can’t you just leave?” He asks softly, his eyes pleading. “Just get out and not come back ever again?”

I focus on his green orbs and the way they are dilating. They tell me they want me, and fuck, I just can’t hold back anymore. I want him—I need him. “I don’t want to.”

“You’re so fucking selfish.” Hunter wraps a hand around my neck, slamming my head against the glass once. Fuck, give me more, Hunter. I want the pain.

“No.” I manage to shake my head even with his grip on my neck, and it loosens slightly. “If I was selfish, I’d take what I want.”

“What do you want?” he whispers, searching my eyes, his lips parted, chest heaving.

Stop holding back, baby.

“Don’t act like you don’t know,” I reply through gritted teeth.

Hunter presses forward, resting his forehead against mine and breathing hard. His pants echo in my ears, even louder than my heartbeat. The glass behind my head is cold, but I focus on him, on his warm breaths against my lips. I part them, inviting him to take what I know he wants. Because I crave it too—fuck, I’m going insane over him. I don’t want to stay away anymore. I just want to hold him close and never let him go.

His nose brushes against mine, and he closes his eyes. It takes me a second to do the same, but as soon as I do, he leans closer, his lips brushing against mine. They’re so soft and warm, and when he presses them against mine, my stomach flutters. Fuck, he’s kissing me gently, timidly. He’s actually doing it.

And I want more.

My hands find his back, and they travel down to his ass, pulling him in. Hunter whimpers. Fucking whimpers for me, and the sound goes straight to my cock. But he pulls his face away too quickly, leaving me wanting, fucking torturing me.

“Don’t stop. Please,” I beg him, my lips brushing against his. He’s fighting this, us. And I want him to give in so badly, if only just right now. We can go back to how things were five minutes ago after this. I just need it one more time. Just one. “Fucking fill this void inside of me,” I whisper. “Make me yours again.”

Hunter leans in again and sucks my piercing into his mouth, biting my lip as he releases it. My cock twitches again, pressed up against his, and I can feel his growing hard length jumping along with mine. “You’ve never stopped being mine, Blue.”

Then he crashes his lips against mine.

I part my lips, inviting him in, but he doesn’t take the bait. So instead, I brush my tongue against the seam of his. He groans, fighting it. It’s only when I grind my cock against his, he gives in, letting me tangle my tongue with his. The electricity coursing through my body at the contact is threatening to burn me alive, and when he lets go of my neck and grabs my ass, rubbing me harder against him, I moan.

We’re a panting mess, rubbing and grinding against each other. I lick his tongue, suck on his lips, bite on them, and he gives me more and more. He meets me hit for hit, returning the kiss with a fervor that has my toes curling and my back arching. And when he slips his hand into the back of my jeans and grabs my ass in one firm squeeze, I groan.

Hunter’s finger teases my crease, and he dips between my ass cheeks and presses against my rim. There’s no fucking lube, but if he wants it, I’ll give it to him. I’d give him anything, and I’m fucking desperate to have him inside of me.

“Fuck, Ollie,” he whispers as he pulls away, like he’s telling me a secret only we are in on. “I missed that.”

I know he will regret this later, so I lean in and press a soft kiss to his lips again, wanting to memorize everything about this moment. Because I know I’m going to replay it later when I’m in my room alone, unable to sleep. I’m probably never sleeping again after this. “It’s yours,” I say softly, pressing yet another kiss to his lips. Fuck, I don’t want this to end. “I’m yours.”

“I know.” He smiles, teasing my ass again. “Mine.”

And fuck if those words don’t destroy something inside of me.

As if he just snaps out of our little love spell, he releases me suddenly and steps back, a grimace on his face. And without another word, he skates away. Like I’ve fucking burned him.

Well, guess what?

He just burned me, too.

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