Page 47 of Ravenous

Like the restaurant, the theater was also retro, its plush velvet seats crowned with golden accents, complimenting the crimson curtains that framed an enormous screen. Since there weren’t many people in the theater, Ollie and Finn were able to sit far away from anyone else, and once they settled down, Finn flipped up the armrest separating them so they could cuddle. His arm slid around Ollie’s shoulders like it was meant to be there and calm washed through Ollie as he nestled comfortably against Finn, sighing in contentment as the previews started.

With nobody nearby they were able to whisper back and forth throughout the movie, adding commentary, and by the time the credits rolled Ollie was choking with laughter, sure that his eyeliner was running because Finn made him giggle until he had to wipe away tears.

Surprisingly, the food hadn’t bothered him and had actually chased away his constant low-level headache. While he could feel it lying in his stomach, and he knew he had to work hard to burn it off, the night had been worth it. He’d grown even closer to Finn during this date and it sent him up to cloud nine, where he stayed for the ride home.

Not ready to end the night, Ollie asked Finn inside, and they lounged in his room, Ollie taking the desk chair and Finn curled in the window seat, both nursing mugs of tea.

“Did you see thatDraculaTV series back in the early two-thousands?” Finn asked, blowing on the liquid before taking a sip.

“Yes!” Ollie pointed at him, almost falling out of the chair. “It wassogood!I wish it had gotten more than one season.”

“Me too!” Finn shook his head in disappointment. “Why do they always cancel the good shows?”

“They do! It makes it hard to get invested because you’re afraid they’ll end prematurely.” Was Ollie still talking about television? He should shut up before Finn thought he was unstable; it was bad enough that he’d cried in the back of his car the night they met, passed out on him, and then shunned him.

Finn put his tea on the windowsill. “I think it’s worth enjoying things no matter how long or short they are. We’re discussing the Dracula show right here, right now, after all these years, even though it only had what? Ten episodes? That doesn’t make the experience any less valuable.” His eyes were deep, intense as they stared into Ollie, telling him that, despite his words, theyweren’ttalking about television.

“I guess…” Ollie took another sip of his tea, wetting his throat, which had gone dry under Finn’s heavy stare, “But you’re still setting yourself up for disappointment.”

“Because things end too soon?”

Ollie looked down at his mug. “Doesn’t everything end?”

“You’re saying that we shouldn’t invest in anything because it’ll end and we’ll be disappointed?” Of course, it sounded ridiculous saying it out loud like that, but Finn had just outlined the basic tenet of Ollie’s life. Avoid disaster. Try to make it through without everything crumbling around you. “That’s a sad viewpoint.”

Was it sad? Ollie thought it was practical. “You don’t worry about things ending?”

“I try not to. If you start out anticipating the end, doesn’t it ruin whatever you’re doing?” Finn sat up, tilting his head.

“It sort of does, yes.” Ollie let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Talking about his worries, even in this roundabout way, was surprisingly soothing.

Finn stood, carefully placing his mug on the windowsill, and turned toward Ollie, seizing his attention, because Finn didn’t walk, he sauntered. Stalked. And the way he held eye contact stole Ollie’s voice. Once he stood before Ollie, hovering over him, their size difference became very apparent, and Ollie’s mouth went dry again.

“Do you think about us ending?” Finn’s tone was curious but it still sent a shiver down Ollie’s spine. How was that question so erotic?

“I, uh…” Ollie licked his lips. “Maybe?”

“Well, how about I take your mind off that hmmm?” Finn’s eyes traveled south to where Ollie’s pants were beginning to fit more snugly.

“I won’t say no to that,” Ollie smirked, ready for another make-out session. But when Finn took the tea out of his hands, placed it on the bookcase, and dropped to his knees right in front of the chair, Ollie’s brain scrambled. “What are you-”

“I’d like to return the favor from our first vampire movie night.” Finn put his hands on Ollie’s thighs, pushing them apart and rubbing while staring at the center of Ollie’s tight black jeans. Their first vampire movie night? Ollie remembered watchingNear Darkand then he-

“Oh.” He wondered if his eyes could actually fall out of his head. “You…you want to…”

Reaching for Ollie’s belt buckle, Finn glanced up at him with a smoldering expression. “I do. Are you okay with this?”

Ollie didn’t know. One part of him wanted this more than he’d ever wanted anything else in his life but another part wanted to somersault over the back of the chair and run away. If he said yes then he would have to expose more of himself to Finn, figuratively and literally. But the air was crackling around them, and Ollie was seriously straining the front of his pants, so he nodded, vowing to keep as much on as he could.

Finn was slow, sinuous, opening the button and zipper on Ollie’s pants and staring at the tight lavender briefs beneath. Leaning in, he nosed Ollie’s trapped cock and Ollie clenched his teeth, trying not to move as he groaned. He could feel the pull of air as Finn breathed in and the rush of heat across his shaft as he exhaled with a matching groan of his own.

“Why do you always smell so good?” he whispered, pulling the front of Ollie’s underwear down, and Ollie let out a breath of relief as his cock sprung free. He was ridiculously hard; why wouldn’t he be? A gorgeous hunk of a man was on his knees before him, a man who wantedhim, who was going to suck his dick. It was a little overwhelming. So was the feeling of Finn’s tongue as it licked the tip of Ollie’s cock, which was drooling in anticipation, and Ollie thought he was going to rip the arms off his desk chair when that tongue started to travel.

Using one hand to hold back Ollie’s clothing, Finn snaked the other around the base of Ollie’s cock, holding it steady for his explorations.

Ollie had gotten a blowjob before but it was nothing compared to the way Finn was touching him right now. For someone with zero experience he was giving one hundred percent enthusiasm and even though he was just kissing and licking the shaft, it was sending Ollie into the stratosphere. Once Finn eventually swallowed him down, Ollie might launch straight into the sun.

But he didn’t have to worry about that for long because Finn was wrapping his lips around the top of Ollie’s cock before he could blink, sucking gently.

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