Page 109 of Our Own Light

“I sold Matt’s coin-collecting book to your Aunt Betty.”

Ollie shook his head. “What?”

“Don’t worry, I kept the most important one.”

Floyd reached into his pocket and took out the Ollie coin. With a flick of his thumb, he sent it sailing over to Ollie, who only barely managed to catch it. Slowly, Ollie turned it over in his hands, which then immediately started to tremble.

“Sweetheart...” Ollie’s eyes were tearing up, which was making Floyd want to cry, too.

“I couldn’t sell the Ollie coin,” Floyd said, not even caring that a couple of tears were starting to escape. He hadn’t never cried so much in his whole life as he had over the last weeks.

“Because it’s trash,” Ollie choked out, his cheeks becoming wet from tears.

Floyd came over and wrapped his arms around Ollie, pulling him close.

“Nah, it’s the most valuable one, silly.” He kissed the side of Ollie’s head. “And our future is more important to me than all the rest of them old coins.”

Ollie started sobbing, squeezing Floyd in return. Floyd let him cry for a while before pulling back to find Ollie’s face with his hand.

“Are you ready to be a farmer with me, city boy?”

Ollie sniffled. “If you’ll have me. I know nothing about farming, Floyd. Not one Goddamn thing. But I’ll learn. I’ll try to be a proper farmer. For you.”

“No need to be a proper one, Ollie. Regular is fine.”

With a soft chuckle, Ollie hooked a hand behind Floyd’s head and pulled him in for a kiss. As their lips moved together, Ollie scrambled to place the check and the coin onto the table behind him, and then Floyd hoisted him up into the air.

As soon as they reached the bed, Floyd sat on the mattress, setting Ollie on top of him. They resumed their kissing, and soon, both of them fell backward. Floyd scooted up toward the headboard. With Ollie rolling his hips, they continued kissing each other, staying in it for so long that Floyd’s lips started to feel sore. Unable to keep waiting, Floyd reached for the top button of Ollie’s shirt, but then Ollie broke their kiss, his eyes suddenly uncertain.

“Sweetheart, what if we try something new?”

“Sure,” Floyd said, already knowing exactly what Ollie was fixing to ask.

“Can I . . . uhm . . .”

Floyd interrupted. “Do you want to fuck me, Ollie?” he asked with a wolfish smile.

“Oh my God!” Ollie exclaimed, eyes wide with shock, a hint of a smile underneath his very fake astonishment. “I’ve ruined you.”

“Not yet, you haven’t. I thought that’s what you were proposing, though—to ruin me.”

Ollie threw his head back and laughed for a few seconds before stopping to look back at Floyd with a very hungry smile.

“You’re fucking right that’s what I’m proposing.”

Before Floyd could respond to that, Ollie was kissing him again, more intensely than before, and then Ollie moved to strip off his own clothes. Floyd could have sworn he heard Ollie snap a few buttons off his shirt in the process. Meanwhile, Floyd worked to remove his own clothing. Once they were naked, Ollie ran off to the kitchen and soon returned with a bottle of oil.

“I’m no expert, but I’ve been experimenting on my own here and there, and I think we’ll need this.”

Floyd snorted. “I know. I’ve experimented plenty myself.”

“Jesus, sweetheart, I think that’s the most arousing thing I’ve ever heard you say.” Ollie pointed to the bed. “Lie back.”

As soon as Floyd was comfortable, Ollie climbed on top of him. He started kissing Floyd’s neck, slowly making his way lower. When he reached Floyd’s outer thigh, instead of moving up to kiss his rock-hard cock, Ollie took a pause.

“I want to try something,” he said.

“Sure, whatever you want.”

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