Page 73 of Our Own Light

Floyd’s words brought with them a tremor of pleasure, one that caused Oliver’s body to shake. You take what you need, Ollie. Oliver couldn’t remember the last time someone had shown him such tender care. Despite its vulgarity, that statement was one of the most beautiful that Oliver had ever heard in his life. It was so selfless, so raw, so sweet, leaving Oliver wondering how he could have ever doubted Floyd’s feelings for him.

“Fuck, Floyd, you really are a sweetheart,” Oliver rasped, still thrusting.

Floyd reached up to thread his fingers through Oliver’s hair, and the soft benevolence of Floyd’s touch coaxed an impassioned moan from Oliver’s lips. He rocked his hips harder, faster, rougher, taking exactly what he needed, what he wanted, and finally climaxed.

Still panting, Oliver lifted himself up to kiss Floyd on the lips.

“Now you, sweetheart,” Oliver said in between kisses. “I need to take care of you.”

Once again, Floyd took one of Oliver’s hands and moved it over his cock. Oliver could feel a little spot of wetness that had soaked through the cotton fabric. It had his stomach flip-flopping, renewed desire percolating low in his belly. Had his cock been willing to cooperate, Oliver would have happily effed Floyd’s thigh to completion once more. Jesus, only Floyd could manage to make himself even more irresistible by leaking pre-ejaculate onto his undergarments.

Running his hand up the length of Floyd’s shaft, Oliver yearned to wrap his hand around it. God, he wanted to see Floyd’s naked member, to feel the softness of his skin. Losing himself to the fantasy, Oliver started moving his hand faster and was rewarded with the most tantalizing moan. Dipping lower, Oliver kissed Floyd’s chest and continued to move his hand.

Oliver asked, “How’s this?”

Floyd answered by pushing Oliver’s hand away. For a moment, Oliver thought that Floyd was rejecting him, but then Floyd began unfastening the buttons of his union suit, the ones closest to his erection, clearly rushing to free himself. After unfastening three buttons, Floyd snatched Oliver’s hand and slipped it inside.

“Will you touch me?” Floyd asked, closing Oliver’s hand around his cock.

Oliver’s breath caught. “Yeah.”

Floyd must have already been teetering on the precipice because Oliver only needed to stroke him for twenty or thirty seconds before—

“Oh, fuck, Ollie,” Floyd moaned.

And Oliver was so Goddamn taken aback from hearing Floyd utter the F-word that it took him an extra second to register the sensation of the warm liquid spilling over his fist.

Once Floyd’s cock ceased to pulse, the two looked at one another, and it seemed that they were both temporarily stunned. Oliver’s wet hand was still resting on Floyd’s flaccid cock. He couldn’t bring himself to remove it. What if Floyd never let him touch it again? He had been so hesitant for them to be physically intimate like this before.

After another few seconds, Oliver cleared his throat.

“So...” Oliver tried to think of what he should say. “I’m fairly positive I heard you say the word ‘fuck.’”

Floyd made a sound in between a laugh and groan. “Yeah, I know.”

“What was that about?”

“Guess I lost myself in you.”

“Will that be your excuse for everything now?” Oliver teased. “What about you shoving my hand inside those undergarments of yours?”

“I needed your touch, Ollie. I couldn’t finish otherwise. I...” Floyd flung one of his arms over his face, covering his eyes with the crook of his elbow, as though he needed to hide from whatever it was that he wanted to say next. “I touched myself twice before work this morning.”

“Twice?!” Oliver sputtered a laugh, excited to tease Floyd about this. “Jesus, Floyd, you’re a family man. How did you have the time?”

“I woke up at four.”

“On purpose?!”

Floyd uncovered his face and laughed. “Shut up.”

“Oh my God!” Oliver exclaimed. “Did you really just tell me to shut up? First, you’re spewing expletives and now this?! I am thoroughly and completely appalled, Floyd Bennett.”

“I’d whack you, but your hand is on my cock.”

“Yeah, I’m too scared to remove it.”

“Why?”

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