Page 6 of Possession

I didn’t want to see it either!

Ollie

You’re a medical professional. You’ve seen worse

Vinnie

What exactly do you think a respiratory therapist does???

Mason

Oh lord

Ollie

Whatever. The point is…

*image of Ollie’s dick in a cock cage*

Look how perfect it is!

Penny

WHAT DID I FUCKING SAY OLLIE

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“H

oly shit. You were not kidding about those parties.”

Ollie threw a laugh over his shoulder and dragged Mason into a dark room, flicking on a light to reveal the bedroom Mason had become familiar with through their weekly video chats. “Why would I have lied about the parties?”

Mason shrugged and shoved his hands into his back pockets. “I don’t know. To make me jealous so I’d come home sooner?”

Ollie pulled a face and planted his hands on his hips. He looked ridiculous in a T-shirt that had to be his boyfriend Six’s since it went down to his knees and hung off one of his shoulders, but he still had his painted nails and newly dyed blue hair.

Quintessential Ollie.

Being in the same room as him for the first time in nearly an entire year had tears burning at the back of his eyes once more, but he forced the emotion away. He was so tired of crying. He was tired of… everything.

“Of course I wanted you to come back sooner,” Ollie sassed him. “But what would be the point of enticing you to come homewith stories about parties if they weren’t true? Then you’d just get mad and leave again.”

Mason shook his head, pressing his lips together to keep them from trembling. “I’m not leaving again.”

Ollie’s whole stance softened, and he stepped right into Mason’s space, wrapping him in another hug. He held on to one of his best friends in the entire world, more grateful than he could express that he had a safe place to land as his life was falling apart. Ollie could brat with the best of them, but he was a truly kind and good person and an amazing friend.

“Why do you smell like sex and vanilla?” he mumbled against Ollie’s neck.

They both started laughing. Soft chuckles at first, and then they grew louder, and they had to pull apart, their bodies shaking too hard to hang on to one another.

Ollie shoved at his shoulder. “I’ll give you one guess.”

“Well, the sex part I understand,” Mason said, crossing his arms over his chest. “It’s the vanilla that’s weird. You’re not really a vanilla-scented kind of person.”

Ollie grinned at him, grabbed the bottom of his T-shirt, and yanked it up to his collarbones. Mason stared and then kept staring. It wasn’t like he had never seen Ollie naked before. The two of them and Vinnie had started a monthly waxing party years ago. There wasn’t a crevice on Ollie’s body he wasn’t familiar with.

But he still wasn’t sure how to react.

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