Page 6 of Filtration Play
“Not my style, and trust me, Jules has tried,” Ollie said. “We bond over sci-fi, but I’ve always been more into cars and sports.”
“Mmm, give me a little of both. At least bikes and sci-fi. I’m a board game diehard too. So…any other hobbies?” If they loaded the word hobbies, well, that was because they were garbage at playing coy.
A laugh exploded out of Ollie. “Why do I get the feeling you’re fishing? This have to do with the vanilla thing?”
“Ah, so pretty and smart,” Fin teased. A ruddy flush spread on Ollie’s cheeks, and ungh, that was delicious. “I’ll be honest. I don’t normally mess around with vanilla folks.”
“As opposed to…” he asked.
“Kinksters, babe.” They scrutinized him. If a hint of judgment existed, they’d drive him back. Fin didn’t have room in their life for that bullshit. Most of the time, vanilla folks weren’t worth dabbling with due to the sheer lack of communication. They’d gotten so used to the comfort of negotiation and up-front talks when it came to the local scene that they were spoiled.
Ollie’s eyes grew a few shades darker, and he licked his lips. “I haven’t dipped my toes in.”
“That doesn’t sound like you’re averse.” Fin knocked against his side. The guy was a brick wall, so solid he barely budged, and fuck, their blood thrummed. They wanted to pin him down and take him hard. His sharp jawline, those gorgeous cheekbones stood out, but what had drawn Fin in from the start was the guardedness around Ollie, as if he was made of gravel and broken glass like them.
He pushed back against their side. “Maybe I’ve been curious for a bit.” Electricity crackled through their veins.
“Mmm, don’t dangle that in front of me.” Fin flashed him a grin. “I’ll find a way to drag you to the next munch at my work.”
“Where’s that?” he asked, a hunger in his tone that Fin recognized. Goddamn, he was their catnip. Just massive and clever and curious. The ocean crashed in the background, the roar growing louder the farther along the trail they walked. Fin wanted to make sure they were well enough away from the parking lot so they wouldn’t get caught. No need for nosy onlookers tonight.
“Whipped,” they replied. “Kink café in SoMa. Not too far from Tabletop Tavern, which is one of the reasons I’m over there so much.”
The trail opened up, leading down one of the familiar paths where some of the rocky outcroppings would make for the perfect place to lose themselves.
“So when I mentioned rough,” Fin said, “I was talking grappling and pinning. Getting down and dirty out here. Still game, big guy?”
A visible shiver racked him, and Fin’s core fucking ached. Damn. He was responsive as hell, and he’d probably feel so good to pin down. Something about dominating stroked their libido every damn time.
“You think you can take me?” he asked.
The grin struck their face like lightning. “My favorite words. I love a challenge.” They stopped to face Ollie because they needed to get a gauge on him. “And with bottoming? How comfortable are you?”
“Well, I need more than spit and a prayer, but I…uh…play with myself enough that I don’t need prep.” Ollie squeezed his nape and looked up.
“Damn, you’re adorable,” Fin said. “That blush for real?”
Sure, maybe they pushed a bit more to get a reaction. But in their defense, that was their modus operandi.
Ollie scrubbed at his face. “I normally have more game than this, fuck.”
“Mmm, I don’t mind you off your axis at all, but I’ll need you to be able to safe out if we’re playing rough. Familiar with the stoplightsystem?” Fin leaned against one of the rocky outcroppings. Ollie shook his head, and Fin let out a whistle. Damn, total newbie. They were so close to the ocean they could see the inky black swells glistening, and the scent of brine traveled their way, crisper and sharper at night. “Green for good, yellow if we’re nearing too much or you need a beat, and red for hard stop.”
“I can manage that,” Ollie said. “If I’ll even need them.”
“That disbelief in your voice, sweetness?” Fin asked, a dangerous note leaking into their words. Their blood thrummed something fierce. They were used to people underestimating them. Folks had their entire life, but the challenge thrilled them even more. “I’ll have you begging for mercy.”
“I hope I’m begging,” he responded. Damn, he was a saucy flirt, and they fucking liked it. While they’d played with every sort of sub from hardcore brat to the good girls, boys, and babes, Ollie’s energy was different. Eager but with a sharpness that kept them on edge. Lively in a way they fucking liked, and he was tough to categorize.
Damn, they liked a challenge.
“You’re going to look so damn good on your knees.” Heat flowed through them. “Bent over, splayed out for the taking.”
His breath hitched, and a thrill rose higher in them. Lust swirled through their veins in a heady thrum. God, they needed this. Ollie felt like more than a worthy opponent. After the shit day they’d had, running into him had been a complete gift.
He faced them a few feet away, the shadows carved into his features. His close-cropped dark brown hair was a bit longer on top, and his expressive brown eyes glittered. He had full lips that would look so good wrapped around their cock, and the bulk of their frame promised Ollie packed on muscle.
They’d needed to fuck or fight, but tonight they’d get both.
