Page 51 of Ravenous

“Oh my god.” That one was more of a moan.

“You doin’ okay, Sunshine?” Finn rolled onto his back, not entirely ready to leave the soft nest of Ollie’s bed. Exhaustion had carved out a space in his skull, for he had laid awake until dawn trying to figure out how to approach Ollie about his food issues, so he’d only managed to get a few hours of sleep.

“Oh my god!” Ollie turned in Finn’s direction, his makeup-smeared eyes wide as he discovered that he wasn’t alone. Slowly, his shocked gaze moved down, and he looked himself over, glanced at Finn again, and backpedaled, almost falling out of the bed. Within seconds, he scrambled to his feet and stumbled across the hall to the bathroom, slamming the door behind him.

“Oh my god!” Loud and high-pitched, the words easily reached Finn, and he knew that he had to get up. Ollie needed some alone time to primp and they could both use some coffee.

Still in his jeans and wrinkled T-shirt, Finn made his way down to the massive kitchen, which was even more impressive in the late-morning sunlight. He found the coffee maker easily enough, but it took more poking around to find filters and ground coffee, and while he wasn’t surprised by the lack of food in the pantry and fridge, it saddened him nonetheless.

Opening a food delivery app, he ordered breakfast, his heart in his throat as he added a few things that Ollie might like, including toast and a fruit cup. Would he eat any of it? Or would he give Finn some excuse? Now that Finn was aware of the problem, he could see the pattern and he needed to know more.

Leaning against the counter Finn started researching on his phone. He’d heard about eating disorders before, in an old television show he’d watched, and they rose from a distant part of his brain to prod him as he searched the internet, too absorbed to realize that he had company until the click of a shutter startled him.

“The fuck?” He looked around, spotting Mason by the open basement door, holding a camera that looked like it was from the seventies. Finn frowned at him. “What iswrongwith you?”

But he didn’t have time to get an answer because the doorbell rang, heralding food. Flipping Mason off yet again, Finn went to grab the delivery and by the time he returned to the kitchen, Mason was gone, along with some of the freshly brewed coffee. However, there was still more than enough and Finn filled two mugs, carrying them and breakfast back upstairs. But as he reached the bedroom, Finn stopped, frowning again. Ollie was chatting away, but who was he talking to? Did someone slip by him while he was in the kitchen?

Pushing the door open, Finn stopped on the threshold, spellbound.

“That’s right, lovelies, if you’re just starting with contour, then a powder palette is your training wheels. Once you’ve got the hang of it, you can graduate to cream, and then liquid. But, personally? Cream is my favorite, especially this dual shade contour stick.” He flashed it at the phone, which was perched in the middle of a light ring on Ollie’s desk, surrounded by makeup at the base. He had washed the previous night away, for his curls were styled and he’d changed into a baggy turquoise sweatsuit that looked like it was made of crushed velvet. It should be cheesy but, on Ollie, it worked. He also seemed to have most of his face on, but Finn couldn’t tell unless it was extreme or colorful, because Ollie was always beautiful.

However, he had a special glow when he livestreamed.

Although Finn stayed off to the side, Ollie still spotted him, quickly turning and studying him. Trying to keep his eyes clear, Finn thought about how much he liked Ollie instead of how they needed to talk, and it worked because a small smile curved Ollie’s lips before he refocused on the phone.

“And that’s how I contour! Thank you, PrettyGlammSashaa for tagging me in this, and thank you to all my lovelies who tuned in for my five-minute tutorial!” Slightly tilting his head, he gestured at Finn in a way that told him he could show his face if he wanted to. Why not?

Putting his things on the short table by the door, Finn went to Ollie’s chair and leaned in, hugging him and placing a kiss on his cheek.

“Hello, out there!” He tapped Ollie’s phone and Ollie shrieked with laughter. “Is this thing on?” For good measure, he winked at the camera. The words scrolling up the screen started moving at double the speed and Ollie leaned in, nodding.

“Yes, yes, he’s my boyfriend. Yes, he’s older than me,noI’m not telling you how much older,” Ollie grinned, sitting back in the chair.

Finn squinted at the number ofDADDY!s that flew up the screen. A few commenters asked for a spanking.

“Manners, lovelies,manners.” Ollie put his hands on his hips, giving them a stern face, and most of the NSFW stuff disappeared. “Thank you.” He resumed his vibrant smile and Finn bit his lip in awe. It was amazing, seeing Ollie this confident, acting like he owned the internet.

Dramatically flicking a curl away, Ollie looked up at Finn, putting a hand on his jaw. “I would like to thank this man for getting me home safely last night.” Caressing the stubble there, Ollie turned back to the camera. “I had two drinks at OnlyOneShadeOfGray’s birthday bash last night - check my story for more tea on that - and I wasfeelingit. Which means it’s time for me to wrap this up because Olleelicious needs more beauty sleep. Remember to wash your makeup off before bed, don’t pass out in it like I did last night.” He rolled his eyes with a giggle. “Andalwaysdouble cleanse. This is Olleelicious reminding you that you’re all beautiful!”

He waved at the camera so Finn gave him another kiss on the cheek as they signed off. Quickly, Ollie shut off the ring light and grabbed his phone, looking at a stat screen that appeared when he stopped streaming.

“Oh my god.” This last exclamation was the happiest of them all. “That was amazing! Do you see how it peaked here? That’s right when you popped in.” Pointing at a line chart, Ollie laughed. “That’s the most viewers I’ve ever had! You’re good for my brand!”

“Of course I am,” Finn gave him one last peck on the cheek and straightened up. “Withmyface, you could sell water to a drowning man.” Grabbing the mugs of coffee, he passed Ollie one and grinned at the pleased squeak he got in return.

“I was about to call you arrogant but since you provided caffeine, I’ll let it pass.” Taking a sip, he closed his eyes and savored. When he opened them again, those blue depths were unsure. “Okay, so, what happened last night? I did not expect to wake up withyouin my bed.”

Sampling his coffee, Finn hummed, taking a seat on the mattress. “I didn’t expect to stay over. But you were adorably drunk and I had to drag you home. Literally.”

“D-Did I say anything weird?” Ollie’s forehead was wrinkled tightly in mortification.

“You told me you liked me.” Finn waggled his eyebrows. “A lot.”

Ollie took a deep breath. “Well…that isn’t a lie. Anything else?”

Finn wasn’t going to repeat ninety percent of what Ollie had said, so he reached for something cute and mildly innocuous. “You didn’t want me to leave. How could I say no to that? I made sure you drank some water and tucked you in.”

“Tucked me in?”

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