Chapter 56 - Hunter

O llie's eyes are as wide as my own, and when I get up from the couch, I see his hands visibly shake. With every step I take in his direction, he backs up. Until he's against the elevator doors with nowhere to go. He's trapped, and judging from the look in his eyes, he's also terrified.

"H-hunt," he whispers. "W-w-wait."

My heart skips a beat, although I don't stop until my arms are on either side of his head, caging him in. He looks up at me, his bottom lip trembling, and traps it between his teeth. I want to free it with my thumb. I want to tug it between my teeth, but instead, I stare down at him like he holds the answers to all my questions. And maybe he does.

This is the moment I've been waiting for, the one when I finally get him back. Only he looks like a cornered animal ready to strike, so I want to reassure him. I want to tell him that he's my other half and that this past year without him has been hell. That I can't breathe without him. I've been cruising through life, unaware of where I'm going. It's all because of him—his absence. I have no fucking direction. I'm a ship lost at sea. I'm nothing without him. No one.

"I've waited long enough, Ollie," I whisper back, my eyes searching his. For something. Anything that will indicate that he's still in this with me. I'm looking for the tiniest sliver of love. Instead, I find fear. "Don't you think?"

Ollie nods, a tear spilling over. I kiss it away, tasting the salt on my lips. His nostrils flare as his eyes stay shut, and when he opens them again, the light blue of his eyes takes me captive and doesn't let go. "You've been patient."

"You promised," I remind him. "You swore."

"I did." He nods again, but he doesn't look as happy as I thought he would. "Hunter, I?—"

"No." I shake my head. "Don't tell me we're done for good. I won't fucking let you. You—" I take a deep breath. "You're my everything. I have to be your everything too," I croak.

"I'm in a good place?—"

"So be in a good place," I reply, and his eyes plead with me. To let him go. To understand. I know him better than I know myself. But this? No. I'm not rolling over and taking it. I'm not accepting this. "With me ."

"I don't know if I can."

"I love you," I say hoarsely, my voice unrecognizable even to my own ears. "I've done everything you asked for. I waited a year—I'll wait even longer if you need me to. But you didn't even give me a sign of life. All you gave me was silence for an entire year, and I was going insane, Oliver."

He flinches at the use of his name. "Don't call me that."

"Don't make me." I wrap his hair around my fist and tug so his face is tilted up to mine. My eyes fall to his lips as they part for me, and his breathing shallows. "Please, baby. I can't let you go."

Ollie closes his eyes for a second, and when he opens them back up, he looks like he's in physical pain. And guess what? I am too. Every second of uncertainty on his end is like a knife to my heart, and he keeps stabbing over and over and fucking over.

"Was that your grand gesture?" he asks me, a small smile tipping up the corner of his lips. It's barely there, though I'll take it.

"That was one of them." I grin back, my hand tightening around his hair. It's silky soft, and I want my fingers to get lost in the strands as he lies his head on my chest and listens to the beat of my heart. The same heart that beats just for him. The same one that's pounding right now. "Why didn't you reply?"

Silence.

Blood rushes in my ears when he doesn't reply, and I grip his hair tighter until he winces. Until tears gather in his eyes. Until his cheeks turn pink. I want him to feel the same pain I felt.

"It was too hard," he finally says, his hands coming up to my face. "I would've given in. I wouldn't have lasted a day."

"Give us a chance, Ollie," I beg. " Please . I can't—I don't want to live without you anymore."

"I've never had a choice, Hunt," he whispers, gripping my face harder and pulling me down until our lips are brushing. The contact sends a shiver down my spine, and my breath hitches. "I couldn't let you go even if I wanted to. Life doesn't make sense without you."

Life doesn't make sense without him . Everything is bleak and gray. The only streaks of color in my world have always been thanks to him. Blue. Blue. More blue. The color of love. The color of home . The only color that matters.

"Nothing has ever made sense without you, baby," I reply, my heart skipping a beat as I press my lips against his for a brief moment, not long enough. Even still, I enjoy the way his breath hitches, the little gasp that escapes him. "Will you stay? Will you keep me?"

"I—" Ollie gulps, his hands shifting to the back of my head now. His fingers get lost in the strands of hair at my nape, and his warm breath coasts over my lips as he says, "I swear I'll never leave you again."

"Better not."

"I swear I'm sorry."

"Better be."

"I love you," he whispers, his lips brushing against mine again.

"I got you back," I whisper back. "Always."

I take a deep breath, inhaling his vanilla cupcake scent into my lungs like I'm fucking starved for it. And I am. It feels like I'm finally breathing again after being on the brink of death for the last year, and when I press my lips against his, my knees almost give out. He tastes like mint, and something sweet.

He tastes like Ollie.

He tastes like mine .

A groan crawls up my throat as I push my tongue past his lips, and when he sucks on it, I slap my hand against the elevator door. I moan, he moans, and then we're all over each other. Hands, lips, teeth.

Clothes fly everywhere as we undress each other, leaving a trail all the way to my room. I lead the way, and he follows—just like always. And this time, it feels right. Like I won't lead him astray. Like we're finally on the right path. The same page. Our hearts are aligned, our souls entwined. And nothing, fucking nothing, will tear us apart. Ever again.

"Hunt." Ollie gasps when I push him down onto my bed, and he bounces slightly before he crawls back toward the headboard. "Wait."

"Baby," I whisper. "I need you now ."

"No," Ollie replies and looks up at me with a twinkle in his eye. "I want to fuck you ."

My heart stutters in my chest. I had never given this any thought, but I'd do it for him. I'd be his first, and he'd be my first. "You want that?"

"I do."

I peer down at his pretty cock and gulp. His piercing glistens in the low light, and my mouth waters. I want to wrap my lips around him and take him to the back of my throat, but I know he won't let me. Not right now. So instead, I focus back on his piercing. I wonder how that's going to feel inside me. Would it make it hurt more? Or would it feel better? But it doesn't even matter—I'd do anything Ollie wanted.

I get on the bed and crawl toward him, then straddle him. But he just pushes me roughly, and I land on my back with an oomph. He's on his knees between my own, and suddenly I feel nervous. What if he doesn't like it? What if?—

"Spread your legs for me, baby," Ollie says softly. "It's my turn to look at your pretty little hole."

I do as he says, spreading my legs for him, and his lips part. Fuck, that look on his face as he takes me in is a confidence boost. So I spread my legs even wider, bringing them up a little so he has an even better view.

"Lube?" he croaks, then clears his throat.

"Under the pillow," I tell him, my cheeks heating.

Ollie raises an eyebrow but doesn't question me as he grabs and uncaps the bottle. He coats his fingers in lube and then rubs them against my rim, putting pressure behind his touch. It's not the first time he's had his fingers inside me, and I'm actually looking forward to it.

I spread my legs as wide as they'll go and allow him to thrust a finger inside me. He knows exactly what he's doing, and within seconds, he has found my prostate. Fuck .

I rock my hips slowly as he fingers me, and he pulls out just to thrust two fingers in. Biting my lip, I gasp as he hits my prostate over and over, my legs shaking violently as I hold back my release.

"Please," I beg him. "Ollie, please, just get inside me. I need to come."

"I'm not going to last," he huffs, biting his lip as he positions himself at my entrance. "Relax and breathe for me," he says gently, pressing his cold piercing against my hole. He coats himself with lube, and I feel it dripping down my crack as he does the same to my hole. "When I tell you to let out all your breath, I'm going to go in. And I need you not to tense up. I'll make it feel good, I promise. You just have to let me in."

"Okay." I take a deep breath in and let it out.

"Breathe in," Ollie says, pressing the head of his cock against me. I relax, "Breathe out ."

I relax all the way and feel the pressure of him penetrating me. My tight ring of muscle is rebelling, trying to keep him out, and he grits his teeth as he pushes in slightly.

"Relax, Hunt," he says through gritted teeth. "Let me in, baby."

I nod and grab my cock, tugging it slowly as I stare at him, with his muscles straining and his self-control wavering. He has never done this before, and while he looks eager, there's not a selfish bone in my boy's body. This isn't even about him right now. This is somehow about me, when it should be about us. So I take a deep breath and relax, jerking myself faster. Little gasps of pleasure escape me as he rocks into me, entering me inch by inch until he's bottomed out inside of me.

"Oh, fuck." I groan. "That feels?—"

"Full?" Ollie chuckles, bracing a forearm arm on either side of my head. Then, he rocks his hips again and makes a tiny circular motion that has me seeing stars instantly. "Already, Hunt?" I can hear the little smirk in his voice, but my eyes are shut tightly as I chase the euphoric feeling. "Is that the spot?"

"Yes," I whisper. "Fuck, yes."

"Let me see those pretty green eyes," Ollie whispers, then bites my bottom lip, dragging his teeth over it before releasing. I open my eyes to see his filled with nothing but love. "You feel so good, Hunt. Like heaven."

My stomach fills with butterflies, and I wrap my legs around Ollie's waist. He thrusts into me a little bit quicker, with long thrusts, and every time he hits my prostate, my eyes roll to the back of my head. My spine begins to tingle, and I wrap my arms around his neck and bring his lips down to mine. My tongue thrusts into his mouth to the same rhythm that he's fucking me, and he begins to moan. I moan right along with him, and suddenly our hands are roaming over naked skin as he ruts into me faster, hitting the right spot with every thrust.

"Oh, fuck," I whisper against his swollen lips, and he spits on his hand then slides it between us. "If you keep doing that, I'm going to come."

"Come, baby," he says against my lips. My body lights up and tenses at the same time as I fight the urge to come. "I want you to come all over yourself so I can lick it off."

I begin to fuck him back, and Ollie's eyes roll to the back of his head as he meets me thrust for thrust. My spine is tingling, and my balls are rising, and with one more jerk of Ollie's hand, I come all over my chest and neck. He doesn't stop. Instead, he goes faster, losing rhythm, right before I feel his warm cum fill my ass.

Ollie slows down until he has stopped completely, and as soon as he does, he begins to clean the cum off my chest with his tongue. His hands get lost in my hair as he does it, and I can feel him twitch inside of me, his spent dick trying to come back to life.

"So good." Ollie groans. "So fucking good."

He pulls out of me slowly and leaves for a moment, returning with a wet rag he uses to clean me up. He's gentle, and even though it stings a little, it's the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me. It feels intimate, and I wouldn't want it with anyone else.

Ollie climbs back into bed with me, settling at my side and lying his cheek on my shoulder. I bet it's uncomfortable, but he makes it look so natural. We're two pieces of a lost puzzle, finally coming back together.

"Stay forever," I tell him softly. "Move in with me."

"Hunt—" He chuckles. "It's been like thirty minutes."

"No." I shake my head and wrap an arm around his waist. "It's been too long without you. A year might as well be a fucking lifetime."

Ollie sighs. "Yeah, it has been a lifetime."

"So what do you say, then?"

"Alright," Ollie says, and even though I can't see his face, I can tell he's smiling. "I'll move in."

My heart skips three beats and settles as my arm tightens around his waist. Just like that, he flips over and straddles me, leaning down to press a soft kiss against my lips.

And it feels right.

I finally have him back.