24. Go Team

Chapter twenty-four

Go Team

Oliver met Liel in Gluttony for dinner Tuesday night. And Thursday night. Friday evening, Liel crossed the veil into Chicago to spend the weekend at Oliver's place. They cooked together for Oliver's roommates—okay, Oliver cooked while Liel sat on the counter, bare feet swinging as he stole Oliver's attention and more than a few kisses.

Saturday night, Jude and Liel watched a college hockey game as Oliver's best friend explained the rules. Liel grew increasingly invested in the game until he was yelling at the TV alongside Jude with every foul and bad call from the ref.

"Does this fall under your desire to win?" Oliver asked as Liel yelled at the players to "skate better, godsdamn it!"

"Yes," Liel growled. "This is winning by proxy, and I will prevail."

After pecking Liel's temple, Oliver leaned back on the couch and sipped at his beer. Thankfully, Jude's team—who was, subsequently, Liel's team—won, and Liel high-fived enthusiastically with Jude.

"I love winning!" Liel cried before scrambling into Oliver's lap and kissing him exuberantly.

They fucked in Oliver's bed, Liel muffling his moans of pleasure in Oliver's shoulder, teeth biting down hard enough to send sharp pain crackling down Oliver's spine. With a choke, Oliver came hard, and Liel lapped at the blood welling from the shallow puncture wounds.

"Sorry," he whispered, sounding ashamed. "I didn't mean—"

"I'm into that," Oliver confessed into the demon's neck. "The biting works for me."

Liel shuddered with the force of another tiny orgasm. "I want to bite you hard enough to leave a scar. So everyone knows you're mine. Is that fucked up?"

"Maybe," Oliver panted as his softening cock twitched inside Liel's body. "But I think I like fucked up."

"Oliver," Liel moaned, kissing him hard as he undulated beneath him.

Since Oliver wasn't getting hard again, he retrieved his favorite vibrating dildo, slid a condom over it, and fucked Liel with it until the demon smothered his scream of pleasure in Oliver's pillow. His teeth shredded through it, covering them both with tiny feathers.

"Oops." Liel cringed as Oliver brushed white down from his shoulder. "I murdered your pillow."

"That's okay." Oliver grinned and angled the dildo just right to press against Liel's ridge. "You can kill all my pillows as long as you come again."

Clamping his hands over his mouth, Liel jerked as Oliver activated the vibration in the toy. Oliver made him come three more times, and when his cock woke back up, he jerked off on Liel's stomach, mouth fused with his as the demon moaned brokenly with aftershocks.

"My parents want me to come home for my birthday," Oliver said Sunday afternoon as they packed Oliver's overnight bag.

"When's your birthday?"

"September sixteenth," Oliver said. "When's yours?"

Liel's cartilage brow furrowed. "Hmm… twenty-second of… I think the correlating month in English is March?"

"Good to know."

"Do you want to visit your parents?" Liel asked as he plopped down on the end of Oliver's bed.

Zipping his bag shut, Oliver stared down at the canvas fabric. "I don't know. I miss them. I miss the ranch. But going home has always been so… hard. I feel like they want different things for me, and they never understand my choices. Makes it difficult to relax around them."

"You don't have to go, you know?"

"I know. But I haven't been home in a few years. I feel guilty."

The mattress squeaked, and a moment later, yellow hands framed his biceps, rubbing soothingly. "You shouldn't go if you're only doing it out of obligation. But maybe things could be different this time? Your parents clearly love you, or else they wouldn't want you to come home. Right?"

Oliver nodded. "Yeah, they do love me. It just feels… conditional sometimes."

"Then don't go." Liel kissed Oliver's shoulder blade. "Only go if you want to."

"Wanna come with? I could use a buffer," Oliver said, mostly as a joke, but the atmosphere thickened instantly, Liel's fingers tightening on his arms.

"Are you serious or joking?" Liel asked, voice void of jest.

Nerves cramped his stomach as he turned around to face Liel. "Uh, I'm joking, I think."

Liel's cartilage rose higher on his forehead. "You think?"

"I mean, that would be weird. 'Cause we've only been dating a few weeks, and my birthday isn't for another two months. Which is… um…"

Liel stared at him, waiting for him to finish his thoughts, but all words had fled his mind.

"I would go with you," Liel said carefully, palms rubbing up and down Oliver's arms. "If you wanted me to. You did promise to whisk me away to Montana."

"You would want to come? Like, meet my parents?" Oliver said stupidly.

"If you wanted me to?" Liel said noncommittally.

Oliver's brain was short-circuiting, but his mouth wasn't, so he said, "I could take you for a ride on Starlight."

"That sounds terrifying, but I'll do my best to be brave," Liel said.

Hauling Liel into a hard embrace, Oliver pressed his face into Liel's thick, flat hair and inhaled metal and storm clouds. "It would be nice not to go alone."

"Okay."

"Can I think about it? It feels kinda… big."

"Of course. Just… let me know," Liel said hesitantly, kissing Oliver's collarbone through his shirt.

Before they left, Liel and Jude planned out the next few college hockey games, their phone calendars side-by-side on the table as Jude verified dates on his laptop.

"We can stay at yours that weekend, right?" Liel asked, shooting Oliver an excited grin. "So I can win at hockey again?"

"Sure thing, baby."

Wiggling in excitement, Liel typed it into his calendar.

"We could go watch the Blackhawks live at the United Center once the season officially starts," Jude said, and Liel's eyes widened to saucer-like proportions.

"What?" Liel turned to Oliver again. "Could we? Oliver, could we please go see it? I want to hear the screams and smell the blood on the ice!"

"He has a violent streak, and I'm into it," Jude said.

"We can go see the Blackhawks if you want," Oliver said, and Liel beamed, swaggering over and yanking Oliver down into a hard kiss. When they parted, Oliver grinned dazedly and added, "The season doesn't start until, like, October, though."

"But we need to buy tickets early," Jude said, already typing furiously on his laptop. "If we want good seats, we should already book."

"Hold on." With one last parting kiss, Liel returned to Jude's side and studied the computer screen over his shoulder. "When's the first game?"

Oliver stood near the front door, smiling ear-to-ear as Liel asked Jude how he could order a Blackhawks jersey that he could wear to the first game. Jude showed him the official website for merch, and Liel wrote it down. Vibrating with enthusiasm, Liel hugged Jude, who shot Oliver a thumbs-up behind Liel's back.

"You're not gonna swap me out for Jude are you?" Oliver asked as they settled into the seats on the train an hour later.

Liel snorted. "Of course not, though I do like him very much."

"He is pretty great." Oliver twined his fingers with Liel's as the windowless train jolted forward. "Full disclosure, we dated briefly, several years ago. We're just friends now, obviously."

"Really? That's nice. I don't think I'm close friends with any of my exes. I did help one move in with his boyfriend, and we still have wine nights every now and then."

"Wine nights? So bougie."

"I just drank beer and watched sports with your best friend," Liel sniffed. "That is the opposite of bougie."

That night, Oliver received his test results from the demon clinic he'd visited earlier in the week. Liel helped translate the results—all negative—and Liel made a show of dumping the remaining condoms into the lowest drawer of his bathroom cabinet.

"Does that mean we're exclusive?" Oliver asked as Liel crossed the room and climbed on the bed. "I mean, not that we have to label anything yet, but—"

"I don't want to date or sleep with anyone but you," Liel said confidently.

"Me neither," Oliver said, and Liel beamed at him.

"Then I guess we're exclusive."

The kiss they shared was messy and desperate, and Oliver dug his fingers into Liel's thighs as the demon settled on his lap. "Want you to fuck me," he said when they parted, and Liel inhaled sharply. "If you're into it, that is. No pressure."

"I'd be into it. I've never, um, done that with anyone but other Gymnots, so I may not be very good at it."

Oliver chuckled and traced his sharp cheekbone with his thumb. "That's okay. I know you can't come that way, but—"

"I enjoy making you feel good," Liel insisted, hands running over the curves of Oliver's shoulders. "And it would still feel good to me."

"Okay."

Since he'd already showered—and he'd had the foresight to clean thoroughly on the off chance Liel wanted to top—Oliver wasted no time reinstating their kiss and slipping his tongue into Liel's mouth. He ran his knuckles down Liel's slit, and the demon rewarded him with a moan.

"I'm gonna make you come first, though," Oliver said, and Liel shivered.

"How generous of you."

And he did. Twice. Fingers deep, Liel's slick coating his hand.

Lifting two glossy digits, Oliver held them in front of Liel's mouth, smiling when he licked them clean.

"How, um"—Liel cleared his throat as he blinked away the haze of orgasm—"do you like it?"

"I probably don't need too much prep since your cock is… flexible." They chuckled as Oliver rubbed Liel's side. "But you should still finger me a bit first, just to make sure."

"I can do that."

Like with their first exchange of phone sex, Liel adopted a confident air as he tugged Oliver down until he was on his back. Lying between Oliver's legs, Liel kissed him, humming in approval as Oliver's hands delved into his hair.

"I'm going to make you feel good," he promised, and Oliver smiled.

"You always do."

Trailing kisses down Oliver's body, Liel made a pitstop at his nipples, licking and sucking until they were nearly oversensitive, before he slunk farther down. Oliver groaned as Liel licked a wet strip up the length of his cock, cupping his balls and squeezing gently. He took him into his mouth, expertly sucking him off until Oliver forced him to stop.

"I'm gonna come if you keep that up," he said with a lusty chuckle, and Liel grinned savagely, sharp teeth flashing in the light of the lamp.

Dipping lower, Liel sucked one of Oliver's balls into his mouth, teeth stinging the tender skin and making Oliver jerk. Then lower still.

Oliver arched off the bed at the first swipe of Liel tongue against his ass. "Holy shit!"

"Sorry, did I hurt you?" Liel asked in a panic.

"No, that was good," Oliver blurted, laughing awkwardly. "Just wasn't expecting it."

"Oh, do you not like it?" Liel kept his tone easy as he cupped Oliver's thigh and pushed his leg up until his knee pressed to his chest.

"I like it," Oliver said breathily as he lifted his other leg to mirror the first, blood heating his face at the vulnerable position.

Liel hummed, fingers raking through the hairs on the backs of his thighs. "You look beautiful like this."

"If you say so."

"I do," Liel declared airily before he hunkered back down and licked at Oliver again.

"Fuck," he gasped at the ceiling, eyes squeezing shut.

It had been a long time since anyone had eaten him out. Cory hadn't been into it, and hook-ups didn't usually get that intimate. Pressing his head into the mattress, Oliver groaned and relaxed into the pleasure of Liel's mouth and tongue.

Liel was… thorough, and Oliver was sweating and desperate by the time Liel finally withdrew his flexible, textured tongue and sucked open-mouthed kisses into the inside of Oliver's thighs.

"Ready?" Liel asked, voice hoarse.

"Just fuck me already," Oliver begged, and Liel chuckled darkly.

Situating himself between Oliver's legs, Liel dipped his fingers inside himself, wet digits coming out shiny, and Oliver whimpered when he carefully, gently pushed one, then two fingers inside. A third finger followed sometime later, and Oliver panted hard.

"Is this okay, love?" Liel asked, and Oliver nodded.

"So very okay."

"What feels good for you?"

Oliver bit his bottom lip and hummed. "A little deeper. My prostate is, uh, kind of where your ridge is."

Following his directions, Liel searched out Oliver's prostate, both of them jolting when he found it.

"Fuck! There. That. Right there," Oliver barked, and Liel released a rumbling growl of approval.

He pegged Oliver's prostate mercilessly until Oliver was practically wiggling away in search of relief.

"Fuck me right now, goddamnit," he demanded, and Liel snickered as he removed his fingers.

Nerves made Liel's hands shake as he braced them on Oliver's thighs. Oliver watched slack-jawed, as Liel's cock burrowed back inside himself only to emerge glossy and slick.

"Ready?" Liel asked, voice wavering.

"So ready. Are you?" Oliver asked with a cheeky grin, and Liel laughed anxiously, leaning down to kiss the inside of his knee.

"Tell me if I go too fast or hurt you in any way."

"I'm not worried," Oliver said, and Liel squeezed his thighs as he scooted closer.

The sensation of Liel's dick against his ass was so foreign and strange it nearly jarred Oliver out of the moment, but he breathed through it, trying to stay relaxed as the tip of that flexible muscle wriggled around his rim. It probed, then burrowed inside.

"Whoa," Oliver said as Liel inhaled sharply, shuddering hard as his fingers dug into Oliver's thighs.

It wasn't a glide the way Oliver was accustomed to; Liel's cock wasn't firm enough for that. The muscle flexed and writhed, thinning to pushing deeper only to thicken up a moment later. It didn't hurt, but it was weird and made Oliver squirm in something akin to discomfort without it actually being unpleasant.

When Liel's hips pressed against Oliver's ass, his dick twisting wildly inside, they both groaned. Liel's forehead ground into Oliver's kneecap, sharp teeth gritted in pleasure. Oliver covered Liel's hand on the back of his thigh and tangled their fingers together.

"You good?" Oliver asked, and Liel nodded, sweaty chest heaving from exertion.

"It's so much," he gasped out, shuddering hard as his dick wiggled deeper. "Oliver, you feel…"

"Yeah," Oliver said, head falling back on the bed. "Yeah, it's… good."

Instead of thrusting his hips, Liel remained almost completely motionless, his cock doing all the work as it flexed and undulated inside, and Oliver moaned at the odd but pleasurable sensation.

Then the suction cup at the tip of Liel's dick found his prostate, and everything changed.

"Holy fucking shit!" Oliver cried, entire body jerking like he'd been electrocuted.

"What?" Liel's head shot up, yellow eyes crackling with lightning. "Is that a bad ‘holy fucking shit' or a good—"

"Good!" Oliver squealed as Liel's dick sucked on his prostate in hard, long draws. "Oh my god, so good. Just keep doing that. Don't stop."

Liel didn't stop, and Oliver quaked, muscles spasming, nerves exploding in sporadic bursts throughout his entire body. His cock was hard and weeping, but the pleasure wasn't focused there. It was bigger, spreading through his limbs like fire.

The intensity was almost too much, and Oliver couldn't decide whether he wanted to fight to get away from Liel or to pull him closer. It was too much and not enough all at once, and then the pleasure was building and cresting and—

"Fuck, I think I'm coming! Jesus Christ," Oliver bit out as a full-body wave crashed over him.

He released a string of undignified noises he would probably be embarrassed of later but couldn't give a single fuck about in this moment. The orgasm was powerful and overwhelming, and he squeezed the shit out of Liel's hand as he rode it out. When his brain rebooted, he was gulping down oxygen desperately, and Liel was staring at him with wide, frantic eyes.

"What the fuck was that?" Oliver croaked.

"I don't know," Liel admitted, sounding just as wrecked. "I think you came, but your dick is still hard."

Glancing down, Oliver frowned at his flushed, hard cock and clean stomach. He'd definitely orgasmed, but he hadn't come?

"I thought it was a myth," Oliver said.

"What was a myth?"

"Internal orgasms for guys—human guys," he corrected, brain still sluggish. "It's never happened to me before. I thought it was a myth or something."

"So you can come more than once? Like me?" Liel asked, and Oliver nodded slowly.

"Maybe."

The smile that spread over Liel's face was feral and sent a shiver of genuine fear down Oliver's spine. "Oh fuck yes."

With strength Oliver didn't know he had, Liel yanked him closer, skin slapping harshly as he eliminated every millimeter separating them. Then he bent over Oliver and traced his lips with the tip of a yellow tongue.

"I'm going to fucking wreck you."

"Oh god," Oliver peeped, and Liel chuckled sinfully.

"Don't worry, darling, you're going to enjoy it."

That sucker on Liel's dick reattached itself to Oliver's prostate, and he threw his head back with an overstimulated squeal.

The sex that followed was a blur. Oliver was aware of pleasure, of heat and sweat, of metal and lightning. Of Liel, fingers working inside himself, coming with him as Oliver's dick remained angry and stiff between their bodies. Of so many orgasms Oliver feared he'd go insane from it.

Then Liel withdrawing and wildly riding him, drawing one last, painful orgasm from him that seemed to never end as his cock erupted inside Liel's hot body. Liel screamed into the ceiling, electricity exploding out of him as he came. The lights in the room whined and flared, then popped.

Sharp bursts of glass and crackling static blasted through the apartment, and Oliver vaguely noticed everything going dark. Everything except Liel, whose levitating hair flared neon, his eyes glowing inhumanly, the yellow of his hands and feet radiating light like he'd gone nuclear.

All at once, Liel collapsed onto him with a broken sound, his light winking out and bathing them in complete night. Their labored breathing was the only sound in the room, in the apartment, the whole building. Or maybe Oliver had simply died and landed in a quiet, sexy afterlife where Liel was panting in his ear as sweat and cum drenched their bodies.

"We," Liel said between gasps, "are definitely… doing that again."

"Oh fuck me," Oliver groaned.

"Exactly."

As his faculties returned and his eyes adjusted to the dark, Oliver looked around. "Is the power out?"

Liel chuckled. "Oops."

"Fuck yeah." Oliver fist-pumped the air languidly, feeling intoxicated even though he was completely sober. "Broke the power grid. Good job, babe. That's a win."

"I do like winning," Liel purred, nuzzling Oliver's cheek.

"Go team," Oliver slurred, still fighting to catch his breath.

And Liel threw his head back and laughed.