Chapter 41 - Oliver

I still can't believe three different teams want Hunter. But of course they do; he's incredible. The fact that he's considering New York for me speaks volumes about where he wants this relationship to go. After what happened with Lucy, I never thought we'd get here again. Talking about the future and making promises of staying together. Does that mean he's coming out? Publicly? To the NHL? To our dad? I'm almost afraid to get my hopes up, especially with my sobriety on the line. I don't know if I can take much more of the back-and-forth we had going on. I'm praying we're past that.

Hunter seemed serious, though. He promised we'd still be together one year from now, and I promised him I'd still be sober—with him. But I still need reassurance that this is going to work. A reminder that the last few days haven't been a dream—because if they are, then I don't want to wake up.

Please , don't wake me up.

We're still not through the first semester of our last year at university, and a lot can happen in a year. More than anything, I'm afraid of what will happen when he comes out to my dad. When he announces we're together. Will he choose Dad over me? Or will he keep his promises? Fuck, will he even want to come out to him? Or are we going to be stuck in limbo forever? I don't want to rush him, but it needs to happen. I just wish he'd give me an answer. Any kind of explanation as to when he would feel comfortable doing that.

I've always been out and proud. Even when I was bullied in high school, I didn't hide my sexuality. My dad always tried to act like he could fix me, as if getting me back into sports was a cure for being gay. I heard him talking to my mom a couple of times, telling her he couldn't meet me in the middle. That we had nothing in common—not like him and Hunt. That hurt back then, I won't lie. Now, I'm used to his rejection and animosity. It doesn't affect me like it used to. I just don't want that treatment directed at Hunter, and I can understand why he'd be scared to be on the receiving end of it. I want to be understanding, I swear I do. I want to love him how he deserves to be loved. Out in the open. Where everyone can know I'm his and he's mine.

I hear the lock turn and hold my breath as I stare at the front door. I'm standing in the hallway, leaning against the wall as I stare at the open doorway. Hunter comes in, looking disheveled, and drops his bags in front of himself. He slams the door, not even bothering to lock it, and looks up. The room seems to crackle with electricity as we stare at each other, his green eyes laser-focused on mine. I push away from the wall and stand there, my hands limp at my sides and tilt my head.

I'm here like you asked me to be . I want to say. What now?

But instead, I stay quiet.

His eyes travel down my body, focusing on my bare chest and then my pink boxer briefs. When his gaze snaps back up to mine, there's so much lust there I almost stagger. But I also see something else. I see love, and it makes me weak in the knees.

"Baby," Hunt whispers, and it makes goosebumps break out across my body.

I shiver, but it's not from the cold, and he closes the distance between us in hurried strides. His lips meet mine in a searing kiss. It's deep, but I deepen it even more by turning my head and pushing my tongue past his lips. We moan in unison when he sucks on it, and I grip his firm ass over his sweatpants. It's round and peachy, and I grind my dick against his roughly.

Before I can make sense of what's happening, Hunter begins to walk me back toward the hallway, passing the bathroom door as he peppers my face with kisses. My breath catches when he pushes his bedroom door open and shoves me inside, stopping right in front of the bed before he kisses me again. His hand fists my hair, tilting my head for him as the back of my knees hit the mattress, and he shoves his tongue in my mouth.

He rips his lips away from mine, and his chest is heaving, his eyes dilated. He forcefully pushes me down onto the bed, and I scoot up when I bounce. I immediately spread my legs when he pulls his shirt above his head and throws it on the floor, his sweatpants and underwear following. He closes the space between us, crawling onto the bed and settling between my legs.

"Up." He orders as he hooks his thumbs into my boxer briefs. I close my legs a little and let him pull them down, then spread them again for him. He inhales sharply and looks down at me, then dips his head and presses his nose to my groin, inhaling. A groan reverberates between us, and he bites my inner thigh softly before pulling away.

"Come here, Hunt," I say, and he follows me like I'm the light at the end of a very long tunnel. His eyes sparkle as he looks at me like I hung the fucking moon, and it's such a contrast to the way he's been looking at me since I showed back up in his life. "I want you."

Hunter grips my knees roughly, spreading my legs further and getting between them until he's hovering over me. His forearms cage me in on either side of my head, and he gives his hips a small roll, making me whimper at the friction as he rubs himself over my cock. He lowers his face to mine and takes my lips with his in a gentle kiss, sucking my bottom lip and the ring attached to it into his mouth slowly, then dragging his teeth over it as he lets it go.

"God," he groans, "I want you so fucking bad, Ollie." I moan when he rubs himself against me again, and I can feel myself leaking pre-cum all over his skin. "Hands above your head."

I oblige, raising my arms and putting them above my head. He frowns, and I tense, realizing what I just did. Averting my eyes, I purse my lips and wait for the moment to end.

"What the fuck?" he breathes. "Why do you have my name on your wrist?"

I hesitate, "It's a reminder…" Swallowing hard, I force myself to look at him. "Of why I keep going. Because if I can't have you, Hunter…at least I can keep the memories of you, of us . It's a reminder I get to look at every day."

Hunter frowns, then shoves my face to the side and sucks on my neck—hard. So hard I'm sure it's going to leave a mark. "And here I was trying to convince myself it was all in my head." He licks up to the shell of my ear and bites it softly. "You wanna know what I think?"

"What?" I breathe in sharply.

"That you never stopped." He lowers himself back down to my neck, licking a path down to my chest and taking my nipple into his mouth. He lets it go with a slight bite, and I groan. "You never stopped being mine ." He licks a path down to my dick, his breath teasing my crown, and I wait impatiently for him to suck it. "All. Fucking. Mine."

He takes me into his mouth, and I moan as his wet heat wraps around my cock. Hunter swallows me down, and I feel his throat contracting against me, wrapping around me as he gags. Over and over, he gags on me, not seeming to care. It's sloppy and wet and a fucking dream. My legs begin to tremble with the need to come, and I thread my fingers in his hair and grip him tightly, beginning to guide his head how I need it. His tongue wraps around my piercing, and I see fucking stars. I'm about to?—

Hunter stops abruptly, letting me go with an audible suck.

For fuck's sake.

"What the hell, Hunt." I pull his hair, guiding him up to me, and he doesn't fight it, a smirk on his face. "That wasn't very nice."

I narrow my eyes at him, but before I can argue, he reaches under my pillow and pulls out a bottle of lube and three condoms. My eyes widen, and my body thrums with excitement in anticipation of having him inside of me—finally. My hands tremble, but I shake my head.

"What is it?" Hunter asks softly, a frown on his face. "Do you not want to?"

"Bare," I whisper. "Fuck me bare."

His frown deepens, "Are you sure?"

"I've always been careful, and I got tested a month ago." My hands shake a little more. "I'm negative."

Hunter nods, then throws the condoms aside. His hand wraps around my dick, giving it a slow tug, and I thrust up into his hand. He lets me go, letting his fingers travel lower, circling around my hole. He presses a dry finger against me, and I squirm, waiting for the pain—wanting it. But then he uncaps the bottle of lube, slathering his fingers, and I feel my dick jump against my abdomen. And when he presses a finger against my hole again, I relax, letting him in. Letting him slip one finger in, then two. The slight burn grounds me, and I sigh in relief.

This is happening.

"I missed this tight ass," Hunter says, looking down as he fingers me, seemingly mesmerized and unable to look away. He thrusts deeper, grazing my prostate, and my body lights up with the contact. My legs shake, and my ass clenches. "There?" He asks me. "Right there, Ollie?"

" Yes ," I moan.

He continues to thrust in and out of me with his fingers, reaching deep, grazing my prostate with every thrust. My legs start to shake again, and I close my eyes, focusing on the feeling. I grab my dick and begin to jerk it hard and fast, moaning louder and louder. Uncaring that our neighbors might hear me. Uncaring that they'll know it was Hunter in here, making me come better than I ever have. Except suddenly, his fingers pull out of me, and I'm left feeling empty.

Fuck, I want to come so bad.

Hunter slathers his cock with lube and then me again. I mentally prepare myself for the burn, the pain, but forget all about it when he finally presses himself against my ass. He pushes my knees up and enters me slowly, finally, after all these years. Inch by inch, I give him access to my body, but even I know I'm also giving him access to something more profound. My heart—my fucking soul.

I whimper at the sight of him between my legs and catch him looking, too, his eyes rolling back in his head as he bottoms out. I've never felt so full before, and I can't pinpoint if it's my body or my fucking heart anymore. All I know is that I'm well and truly fucked. There's no going back from this.

"Fuck, Ollie," he growls as he pulls his hips back and snaps them forward—hard. My body jostles, and he holds onto my legs, keeping them in place. "You're gonna fucking kill me."

This right here is heaven, it has to be. I'm sure I'm seeing the fucking light right as I close my eyes. It's bright and blinding, all-encompassing. His body above mine, our connection, as our bodies roll together in pleasure, is my definition of nirvana. And I never want it to end. Hunter Hartman is not a fantasy I've made up in my head for the last four years. No, he's flesh and bones, heart and soul, and all of him belongs to me. He's burrowed himself deep, right into the marrow of my bones. And I never want to let him go.

He rolls his hips in a sensual rhythm, slow and long, the angle making it to where he's grazing my prostate with every pass. My breathing is ragged as he beings to fuck me faster, and I'm desperate to touch myself, to make myself come. But the position I'm in doesn't let me do that.

I moan when he spreads my legs and settles between them, making his abs rub against my leaking cock as he presses a kiss to my lips. It's intoxicating, and I want more and more and fucking more. "I could die right now," I whisper. "Kill me so I don't have to live without you anymore."

"You don't have to." He kisses me again, biting my lip and licking over it to soothe the sting. "Baby, fuck, you feel so fucking good. Mmm…fuck, oh my God ."

I plant my feet on the bed, topping from the bottom. His fingers tangle in my hair, and he pulls my head back until I'm facing the ceiling at an awkward angle. But when he bites my neck and hits my prostate again, I forget all about the pain.

Goosebumps break out over my body as I fuck him back harder and faster. His moans against my ear are making me wild, and I dig my fingernails into his back, scratching down until I'm gripping his ass.

"Fuck. Yes." Hunter moans. "Mark me, baby. I'm all yours."

I'm all yours.

I'm all yours.

I'm all yours.