Page 43 of Addicted

“Owen…Owen, I need you.”

Owen stared into Liam’s eyes and immediately knew that he was dreaming. Liam was lying naked on top of him, spearing him with a gaze full of lust and yearning like he was an incubus sent to corrupt him. But his weight and warmth felt real so Owen decided to roll with it, letting himself do what he couldn’t in reality. Wrapping his arms around the needy figment above him, Owen savored how perfectly they fit together, their size difference tucking Liam’s chin right under his own, that lithe body soft and sensuous. Owen sighed in contentment, a smile curling his lips as strands of auburn hair tickled his nose.

“You need me?” His voice was raspy, his cock like steel, and he tightened his arms at Liam’s affirming moan, not wanting to let go. Sliding one hand up into Liam’s hair, the other drifted down to cup his ass, and Owen groaned when he noticed that his palm almost covered both of Liam’s cheeks. Squeezing the firm globes, Owen tilted his head and slotted his lips over Liam’s, kissing him the way he’d wanted to in the office.

Liam tasted like clean spring water and he gave as good as he got, his tongue lapping into Owen’s mouth, curling and exploring. Owen did the same, delving deeply as Liam writhed on top of him, his cock slotting against Owen’s through his thin pajama pants, causing them both to groan. Desire roared through Owen’s limbs, sizzling in his veins, and he surged up, flipping them. Pressing Liam into the bed, Owen bit at those soft lips, trailing kisses down the column of Liam’s throat, sucking here and there, pulling away each time to see the marks he left behind. Something about Liam made Owen possessive, dominant, out of control, and he’d never been like that with anyone. He’d slept with a few people in college, both men and women, but the encounters had been stumbling and awkward. He thought he’d had passion with Sharon at the start of their relationship but that was the flickering flame of a match compared to the blazing inferno of this dream encounter.

Nipping at Liam’s collarbone, Owen noticed that they were suddenly naked which he was more than fine with. He was also fine with Liam’s pleasured gasps and how tightly he clung to Owen as he rolled his hips. If he kept doing that Owen wouldn’t last long, the glide of Liam’s cock along his own was divine and his breath stuttered as Liam picked up the pace, moaning.

“Kiss me, Owen…please.”

Owen couldn’t refuse the breathy plea. Liam’s eyes were molten as they looked at Owen. There was no anxiety in them, no hesitancy. With his disheveled hair, swollen lips, and marked skin, Liam was stunning, and Owen leaned down, their lips meeting again. As he sucked on Liam’s tongue his hands traveled everywhere, coasting up and down Liam’s arms, circling and squeezing his nipples, hitching up one of his legs so Owen could press a thumb gently against Liam’s teasing fluttering hole. At that touch Liam seized, breaking the kiss with a high whispery gasp and wetness splashed between them. Liam’s rolled-back eyes and flushed cheeks were far too alluring, sending Owen over the edge too quickly, and he clenched his teeth as he came-

And snapped into reality, blinking awake alone in his bedroom, sweat-soaked and panting, his jaw aching and his cock still pulsing as it stained the sheets.

“What does a guy have to do to get a drink around here?” Finn poked his head into Owen’s office, a sly grin on his face.

“Finn!” Owen jumped up with a force that left his desk chair spinning. “What are you doing here? Did you text me?” He glanced at his cell but Finn held up a hand.

“Naw, I wanted to surprise you, Opie. It’s a rideshare day and I dropped someone off nearby so I figured I’d pop in and treat you to lunch. Maybe you can give me a tour later, show me what you do around this joint.”

Owen glanced at the door wondering about Liam. It had been a couple of days since the almost-kiss, which had happened right before their weekend, and this was their first day back at work. Still reeling from the dream, Owen wasn’t sure what to say to Liam. He was still confused, his talk with Dr. Lawson giving him no clear answer, and his indecision had been keeping him from his usual texting so it had been days of silence between them, making the situation even more awkward.

He thought he’d see Liam that morning; however, two of the waiters had quit, leaving the serving staff short-handed for that evening’s wedding reception, and Liam was going to fill in which meant he’d arrive later. Owen couldn’t tell if that was avoidance, but it was certainly convenient, and he vowed to track Liam down at some point and clear the air.

“Sure, that sounds great.” Owen tried not to leak his swirling emotions because Finn could read him like a book. “Do you want to eat here? I could whip us up a few sandwiches?”

“Let’s get something out. I don’t think security likes me since I slipped by her.” Finn tilted his head at the door with a wink.

“Security?” Owen reached for his suit jacket, swinging it around him and sliding it on. “Oh, you mean Marci?”

“I guess? The one with the ponytail who stopped me at the front door. She didn’t want me surprising you, gave me the stink eye and said she wanted to check with you first. But about ten waiters appeared and bombarded her with questions so I snuck by and came up here.”

Owen shook his head with a chuckle, taking in Finn’s artfully messy hair, three days of beard scruff, and faded band t-shirt that had seen better days. “Well, you do look like you rolled out of bed a few minutes ago.”

“And that’s why I do rideshare. No one cares what I look like, they only care that I drive.” Finn held the door open for him. “There’s a sushi place down the street that I’ve been dying to try. Let’s go there and you can tell me all about what’s bothering you.”

“The fuck?” Finn yelled around a mouthful of eel. “Opie, are you crazy?”

Owen sunk in his seat, glad that the restaurant was mostly empty so no one could witness Finn’s outburst and Owen’s subsequent shame.

“You have feelings for Liam?” Finn poked at the wasabi with a chopstick. “Weren’t you supposed tohelphim, notfuckhim?”

“Shhhhh.” Owen glanced around, his cheeks burning. “I haven’t touched him. I mean…I may have come close to kissing him in the office last week-”

Finn dropped both chopsticks on the table and wiped a hand over his face. “Jesus fucking Christ, I don’t even know where to begin.”

“Liam is a good person, Finn. He’s funny, sweet, a hard worker. Sometimes it’s like he can read my mind. We’ve been texting for weeks-”

“You’re not sending him your shitty jokes, are you?”

Owen shifted his gaze away to the wall.

“Youare!This is getting worse and worse.”

“Why is it so bad, Finn?” Owen fiddled with his napkin. “I didn’t mean to become attracted to him. It just happened.”

“Listen, you’re not in a good place right now. You’re just getting out of a bad relationship-”

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