Chapter 46 - Hunter

I can't fucking believe Conrad. The way he treated Ollie is not only downright disrespectful but also unacceptable. I left my boyfriend in his room—sleeping—and made my way downstairs to chew my dad out. I thought he would be receptive, but he just said he'll always have a reason to believe Ollie will relapse. It pissed me off, and right as I was about to tell him about it, Oliver came downstairs and looked at me with so much rage in his eyes that it stunned me. And then, he stormed out of the house. I should've stayed with him, not left him alone, but I had to talk to Dad.

I obviously didn't tell him about our relationship, but after the shit he spewed about Ollie, I figured it should wait. It's going to be hard enough to get Dad to accept us, if not downright impossible. I didn't want to make the situation even worse by talking to him while we were all angry. It wouldn't have been helpful. In fact, it would've backfired.

Conrad isn't an understanding man. Just look at how he treats my Ollie. I'm afraid he'll kick us out or, worse, disown us. That's why we have to tell him on a good day—I just wonder if we will ever have one of those. And today only tells me we probably won't.

I've been back at the apartment and waiting for Ollie for about five hours. He won't answer his phone and won't read his texts. I've been trying to reach James, but he also won't communicate with me. It's fucking frustrating, and I want to rattle Ollie for this shit, though I also can't blame him. I don't even want to know what he was thinking when he came downstairs to find me talking to Dad in hushed whispers. However, I didn't want to scream and make things worse for him.

That has clearly backfired.

The lock turns and my spine stiffens, and in strolls Ollie with his head held high. But he's not fucking fooling me. His eyes are bloodshot and puffy, his face red and blotchy. He's obviously been crying. We just stare at each other for a moment, but then he scoffs. The sound wraps around my heart and squeezes, and my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

What the hell is he thinking?

I get up from the couch and try to get to him, but he just goes around me and attempts to walk past me. I'm not having it though, and my fingers wrap around his wrist and I tug—hard. His chest crashes against mine, and my hands lift to his face as I cup his cheeks. The way he tries to pull away turns my blood to ice in my veins, so I squeeze harder. Ollie whimpers, his nostrils flaring, and I can tell he's pissed the hell off. But I don't care, I'm not letting him go. Not now, not ever.

"Stop it," I growl when he keeps trying to escape me. "Listen to me, Oliver ."

Ollie's eyes narrow on my face and his nostrils flare again, but he stays stock still. "What the fuck do you want, golden boy?" He growls at me, the sound reverberating between us, and I cringe slightly, my grip faltering on his face. "It will always be him, won't it? You're never gonna grow balls and tell him, are you?"

"Ollie, what the fuck?" I huff in exasperation. "After all that shit blew up, do you honestly think it was the time to tell him? I already had to tell him to fuck off. I didn't want to make things worse—please, baby." I press our foreheads together, and he lets me. Our eyes are locked, and my breathing shallows. "I'm going to tell him, but not today. I couldn't tell him like that."

"I don't believe you," he breathes.

Dropping to my knees, I hug his waist and bury my face into his abs. "Ollie—" My voice breaks. "I'd do anything for you. I will do anything for you. I'm going to tell him. We Are. Together ."

"Say you swear," Ollie whispers.

My fingers dig into his back and I breathe him in. "On my fucking life," I assure him. "I swear it."

Ollie drops to his knees too, and he grabs my face. I whimper when his fingers dig into my jaw, but then his lips press to mine softly, and I forget about the pain. "I love you," he whispers. "More than anything."

"I love you, baby," I reply, my hands cupping the back of his head as I pull him in for another kiss.

And that's the thing—I really fucking do. And I know if there's any chance of a future with him, we really need to tell our dad.

It's going to be a disaster.

The water is hot as it trails down my back, and I scrub myself quickly as I try not to take forever. I have a date with Ollie here in a little while, and as I shower, trying to get the sweat off me from hockey practice, I wonder how the hell I'm going to wait for him without looking suspicious.

Being the genius that I am, I told him he should come here after practice, and we could skate. It's been a long time since we've done so, and I miss it. I just didn't account for the entire hockey team to be asking me to go eat with them. Now I look weird as fuck every time I have to reject them. I can tell they're wondering what's going on because of the way they look at me, and I usually always go. So I just shrugged and told them I had a date with my boyfriend. It seemed to do the trick.

Stepping out of the shower, I dry myself as fast as possible and wrap the towel around my waist, then join the rest of the guys by the lockers. My hands shake as I open my locker and pull out a pair of gray sweatpants, then put them on. I pull on a pair of socks, and instead of putting my shoes on, I grab my skates again. My friends all give me funny looks as I sit on a bench and lace up, but surprisingly, no one questions it. Not my friends, anyway.

"Where you going, Hartman?" Dylan asks me. "You're not coming to the burger place with us?"

"Nah." I shrug, trying to get my heart rate to slow down. "I'm staying back. Have to meet Oliver."

"You're meeting him here?" Dylan frowns, looking down at my skates as if confused. "Why?"

I square my shoulders and raise my chin. Maybe if I make myself look bigger, they won't fuck with me. "He's my boyfriend. I can wait for him wherever I want. Oliver Scott is mine ."

Dylan raises his hands up in defeat, "You're right. My bad."

I finish lacing up and glance at Connor, whose lips are set in a wide smile. He starts to laugh. "Oh, fuck, Hunter." I grin too. "This is just too good."

"Fuck off," I tell him playfully.

I sit back down on the bench and wait for everyone to leave, then pull out my phone.

Hunter

You almost here?

Ollie

Here.

I get up from the bench and make my way back to the ice, tightening and loosening my hands at my sides. I don't know why I'm suddenly so nervous, but as I see Ollie skating circles on the ice, all of my worries melt away. He's here, and he's mine. He's here for me, with me. I'm not sure how I managed to get so lucky, but I'm not complaining.

Walking toward the rink, I stop to admire him right before getting on the ice. I just lean against the glass and watch him. The way he gracefully skates then shreds the ice as he stops like a hockey player. I taught him to do that, and it makes my heart swell in my chest because we've had a lot of firsts together. I've taught him many things, and he's taught me a good bit in return.

"You always show off like this when you skate?" I ask him with a grin, then get on the ice and all but run toward him.

"Only when I'm with you." He's not facing me, though I can still tell he's smiling. When he turns around, my heart nearly stops in my chest from how pretty he is, with his ruffled hair falling over his forehead. "You always half naked when you skate?"

I frown, "I'm wearing clothes."

"No jacket."

"I don't need one, Ollie." I laugh, skating up to him and wrapping my hands around his waist. "I live on the ice. I'm practically Elsa."

"You've always been obsessed with that movie." Ollie chuckles. "It's kind of cute."

"The cold never bothered me anyway." I grin and he laughs harder.

"You're so cheesy, baby," he murmurs, gazing up at me with a smirk. But I don't miss the baby , and my stomach does a weird little flutter.

I grab the back of his neck and pull him toward me. He has to tilt his face up to meet my lips. At 5'11", he's shorter than me by four inches, and I fucking love it. I kiss him gently at first, sucking on his bottom lip slowly, feeling his lip ring, then dragging my teeth over it. But soon enough, we're going at each other, and he's thrusting his tongue into my mouth like he's fucking it, and I'm sucking on it greedily. His hands grip onto my ass, and I do the same to him, grinding him against me. My body is hot all over, and even though I know it's cold in here, I'm starting to break a sweat.

I need him.

Now.

"Fuck, Ollie," I groan. "I need you so bad."

"Fuck this date, Hunt," he says against my lips, licking my bottom one. "Let's go home."

"I can't wait." I shake my head. "I want it now."

"What do you want?" Ollie asks then nips my bottom lip. His hand grips my hard dick, and he rubs his palm against it.

"I want your ass," I rasp, "Sin bin. Now ."

It's a race to the sin bin, and I can hear Ollie panting by the time we get there. He doesn't waste any time, and as soon as we make it, he unbuttons his jeans and shoves them down his legs.

"Bench, Ollie," I say, and he bends over, putting his hands on it. "Ass up."

"Like this?" he asks me, his voice horse.

I kick his legs apart slightly, "We're gonna make this quick." Reaching into my pocket, I pull out a packet of lube, then waste no time getting myself ready. By the time my dick is covered in lube, I'm hard as a rock. Painfully so.

Ollie is bracing himself on the bench, ready for me, and I cover my fingers in lube and swipe them over his pink, puckered hole. Sliding one finger in, I thrust it up to the knuckle, then add a second one. His ass tightens around my fingers when I swipe over his prostate, and he moans and rocks back against me. He's so fucking needy for me, and I just want to bury myself inside of him and never come out.

"You ready for me?" I ask him softly, looking around to make sure no one is here with us. "I need to be inside of you."

"Yes, Hunt," he moans when I swipe over his prostate again. "Hurry."

Pulling out my fingers, I coat them with more lube and get him wet for me. Fucking Ollie will never get old, and I feel like I'm making up for lost time. I line myself up against him and enter him slowly, panting at the feeling of his warm hole wrapped around me. He's so fucking tight . I can tell he's tense because he's gripping me, and I'm struggling to get all the way in.

"Relax, Ollie. Please ," I beg him. "Let me in."

I can see him visibly relaxing, his shoulders dropping, and his fingers gripping the bench lose their white-knuckle appearance. Finally, with one more unhurried thrust, I bottom out inside of him. My pelvis meets his ass, and my hands find his hips. Pulling back, I shove myself back in roughly and pick up the pace immediately. It's a race to the finish line, and I know I have to make this quick so we don't get caught. Anyone could come in at any moment.

"That's it, baby," I praise him as he begins to fuck me back. "You feel so damn good."

"Yes, Hunt," Ollie moans. "Right there."

Ollie drops his head and fucks me back harder, meeting me thrust for thrust. I can tell the moment I go over his prostate because he tightens around me and swears under his breath.

"Yes," he gasps, fucking me back. "Mmm… fuck, yes."

My fingers dig deeper into his hips, and I know I'm going to leave a bruise. I watch as Ollie lets go of the bench and wraps one hand around his cock, jerking it to the rhythm of my thrusts. I go faster, deeper, until he's moaning and shaking.

"Fuck, Hunt. I need you. Harder ." Ollie moans, "Fill me up, baby."

"You're mine, Ollie." I thrust harder, deeper, faster. "Fucking mine. And you better never forget it."

"Right there , Hunt." Ollie says, "I'm almost there."

His fingers gripping the bench tighten, blanching, and I know he's close to coming. Ollie's ass is fucking gripping me now, and he's fucking me back again like his life depends on it. "Look at you taking my cock like a dirty little slut." I moan, feeling my release get closer. "Are you my dirty little slut, Ollie?"

" Yes ."

"Is this ass all mine?"

"Only yours."

"God, you're so beautiful, Ollie." I grip his ass with my hands and spread him, watching myself fuck his tight, pink hole. "I wish you could see what I see."

"Ohmyfuck." Ollie moans, "I'm gonna?—"

"Come for me, baby." I groan. "Squeeze my dick." His ass squeezes me tighter, and my eyes roll to the back of my head. "Mmm…fuck. Just. Like. That."

Ollie's shaking, and I am too. My legs are about to buckle, but somehow, I hold myself up. I close my eyes, and stars explode in my vision. It feels so fucking good, I'm about to black out. Tingles rush down my spine and my balls tighten. And, right as I'm coming, Ollie moans long and loud.

We're both panting by the time I pull out, and I take in the sight of my cum seeping out of his ass. I stuff it back in with two fingers, and then I help him pull his own pants up. His hand is covered in cum, and when he turns around, I grab his wrist and bring his fingers to my mouth, licking them clean.

Ollie gasps, and when I lean in to kiss him, he tilts his head up and opens up for me. We're so fucking greedy for each other. I can't keep my hands off him, and I don't want to.

I finally have what I've been wanting.