12. Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Ronan

A fter leaving Oliver's class, I stop by the gym and work out for an hour with Asher. When we finish, we talk about Noah, both of us worried about how he's been behaving lately. I know Asher will talk to him, so I know Noah is in good hands. Asher would hurt himself before letting anything harm Noah.

I leave the gym and head toward Brewz to get an iced coffee. If there's one thing in this world I couldn't live without, it's coffee.

My thoughts are on Oliver the entire day. The way he loves when I praise him, the way his body easily leans into mine. He may be more stern in the classroom, but I can guarantee it would be different in the bedroom. I can only hope we make it to that point. I would love to see how wild he could get, to see him let loose and learn more about himself.

I grab my coffee from the barista and head down toward the beach. Slipping off my shoes, I find a huge rock on the sand, and plop down, staring out into the horizon. I love coming here when I need some time to myself. It's a great place to sit and think.

There's so much I don't know about Oliver that I want to learn. More about why he chose to move here, about his relationship with his ex. About how he can be so confident in the classroom, but seems so innocent when it comes to anything sexual.

I know he said we can't do anything until I'm no longer his student, but damn, I already know the next few weeks are going to drag by so slowly. The only way I know of to communicate with him is either by email—which we can't use because it's the school email—or on the FAN-tasy site.

Oh shit, FAN-tasy. I wonder if he's going to try to log on tonight.

Chugging the rest of my coffee, I grab my shoes and head back down the sand. Once I reach the sidewalk, I put my shoes back on and toss my empty cup into the trash. If he's going to log into the cam site, I want to make sure I'm there ready and waiting. Preferably naked.

I race home quickly, running up to my room, bypassing each of my roommates on the way. I yell out a quick, ‘ Hi. I'll be in my room ,' as I make my way up the stairs. I shower and change before making my way to bed. Wanting to see him up close hopefully, I decide to not use the tripod, and to keep my phone in my hand. I log into my account and not even five minutes later, his user name pops up on the screen.

"Were you sitting around waiting for me to log in?" I ask, angling the camera so my entire face takes up the screen.

"I'm not going to answer that." He laughs, and I already know he was as anxious as I was.

"Seriously, were you waiting long?"

"No. I would log in and if you weren't on, I would log back off." His face takes up most of his screen, but I can see some of the background behind him. It's different from the last time.

"Where are you?" I ask, moving my head from side to side as though I can see around him.

"I'm at home." He rubs the back of his neck before smirking. "In my bed, actually."

"Oh fuck, Oliver. Now I'm imagining you in bed. What are you wearing?"

His phone pans down his body, showing that he's completely naked.

"You've been waiting in your bed—naked—for me?" His face turns a deep, cherry red and I chuckle, loving how shy he gets for me. "So, I have an idea if you're up for it?"

"Sure."

"How would you feel if we exchanged phone numbers? Then we wouldn't have to do this every time? We could also text. That way, we don't risk anything."

"Okay," he replies right away, without a second thought.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah. I think that would be smart. It would be a lot easier for us to talk through the phone than through this damn site," he chuckles before reciting his number.

"Wait, wait. Slow down," I laugh, swiping up on the app to close it and pull up my contacts. "Okay, I'm ready. Tell me again, slowly this time."

"Sorry," he says and repeats the number. I put it into my phone and my fingers hover over the name spot, not knowing what to put. I smirk when it hits me. I quickly put the name ' Freckles ' into my phone, then press save. Pulling up my texts, I send him a text, his face brightening when my message pings through. "So, can we get off this, then?"

I know it was my idea to exchange phone numbers, but I'm not ready to give this up yet.

"How about we use this one last time before signing off?"

" Yes ."

"Wow," I snicker. "That was a fast answer."

"There's something hot and dirty about the cam site, not going to lie. Don't get me wrong, I can't wait to talk to you on the phone, but this is so sexy and out of my comfort zone."

"So, you're okay with another night session happening right now?" I ask, wanting to make sure he's comfortable.

"Yes, so damn okay."

"Okay." Biting my lower lip, I give myself a few seconds trying to decide if I should ask this question or not. I know he said he doesn't have much experience with men, but I know he's been with a woman before, so he has to have some type of experience. "Do you have any toys you play with?"

"Uh, t-t-toys? Why do you wanna know if I have toys?"

"Oh my god, Freckles, you do!" I chuckle, the nickname flowing out of my lips.

"Freckles?" His stare is wide-eyed, but I can see the hint of a blush creeping on his cheeks.

"Is that okay? It just seems right." I shrug, loving the nickname for him.

"It's perfectly okay. I've just… uh, always been self-conscious about my freckles."

"What the fuck? Your freckles are gorgeous, baby. I can't wait to see how much of your body they cover."

"Oh god." He shakes his head, but the smile on his face tells me I said the right thing.

"Now, back to those toys."

The phone drops and the screen goes black. I would think he hung up on me if it wasn't for his groan leaving the speaker. I wait patiently, giving him time to decide what he wants to do. A few seconds later, his face comes back onto the screen even redder than before.

"I have a toy. Just the one. I don't know how good of a toy it is though."

"Have you ever tried to use it before?" I ask cautiously, not wanting to push him.

"I have. But… um... it wasn't what I expected."

"How so?"

"I mean it felt good... but it felt like something was missing." The screen goes dark again when his voice cuts through softly. "It might be better if someone was to teach me how to use it."

"Fuck, yes," I whisper. "Let me see you." His face shows back up and I grin at him. "Go get your toy. Let me see it."

"Okay," he murmurs. There's a shuffling of his feet and then he's gone for far too long. It seems like it takes forever for him to return, when it was probably only about two minutes. "I got my toy, and um... some lube. I figured I would need that."

Barking out a laugh, I nod my head. "Yeah, it would be really good to use lube. I don't recommend trying it without lube. I mean, you totally can, but for you, I don't think you should."

"Agreed. So, what now?"

"Hmm. Is there anywhere you can prop your phone up? Or something to lift it up? That way, your hands are free, but I can still see you."

"Let me find something." The screen goes dark again before there's a flicker of light and Oliver comes back into view. "Okay, I don't have a stand or anything by my bed, so I had to come out to my couch. Is this okay? Can you see me?"

"It's perfect. I can see all of you, and I'm loving everything I'm seeing."

Oliver's head dips as a small grin flashes across his face. God, I love seeing the reaction he has to me and my praise. Just telling him how happy I am to see him has him flushing so brightly.

"Fuck, Oliver. I can't wait to see that blush in person." I say, my mind running wild with all the things I can't wait to do with him. He reacts so viscerally to me through the screen, I can't even imagine how well he would react to my actual touch. Just picturing his body responding to me, my caress. I never thought I would hate a screen as much as I do right now. If I could teleport and end up on his couch, I would do it.

"Ronan?" His soft voice cuts through my thoughts, my eyes drifting toward the screen to look at him.

"Sorry, I was just picturing all the wicked things I plan to do once I have my hands on you. I want to devour you, Oliver." I tell him, wanting him to know my thoughts are on him and always him.

"What kind of things?" He squirms in his seat, his nervousness showing so easily. I keep forgetting he's so innocent of a lot of sexual things and I need to make sure I'm slowing down and not rushing him.

"Just how much I want to touch you, to be able to see you in person. Soon. Fuck, Oliver, it has to be soon," I plead, not knowing how much longer I can keep my hands off him. Luckily, school ends in a couple weeks, but we haven't talked about anything that could happen after. I need to make sure we have that conversation. But after. First, I want to see him play with himself using his toy. "Let me see the toy, Freckles."

His hand reaches over to the side. He stills, and I wonder if he's actually going to show it to me or not.

"Okay, so I had ordered this online. I don't know if it's a good one or not, but it works."

The object in his hand comes into view, my dick throbbing against my shorts, knowing it's something he's used on himself before. He brings it closer to the camera, showing me what it looks like. The dildo looks to be a decent size, not too long, but definitely thick enough to feel when it's in you. This one is rainbow colored and looks like it has a silicone base.

"God, I bet that feels so good inside you, doesn't it?" I ask, smiling when he nods quickly. He fumbles with the dildo in his hand, not knowing what he should do with it. "Does it vibrate?" He shakes his head no so I continue. "One day I'll introduce you to one that vibrates, but for now, that one will do perfectly. Are you okay with using it in front of me?" I want to make sure he's comfortable and isn't doing something he doesn't want to do.

"If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't have gotten it," he counters.

"Touché. I want you to lie down on the couch and get comfortable. You can toss the dildo to the side for right now, since you won't need it just yet. Grab your lube and drizzle some onto your fingers, and start working yourself open."

Oliver freezes, his eyes widening as he stares at the screen. He takes a deep breath before looking at me. "Can you get naked, too?"

"Hell yes, hold on." Jumping up, I shove my pants down my legs, then whip my shirt over and off my head. Once I'm completely naked, I get back onto my bed before jerking back up. "I'm going to grab my tripod so I can be hands free." I tell him as I toss my phone onto the bed and race to my closet. My hands shake and fumble their way through setting up the tripod, eager for what's about to happen next.

"Is everything okay?" Oliver's muffled voice comes through the speaker as I'm picking up my phone.

"All good. Just one more second." I place the phone onto the tripod, then lay back down. "Okay, relax for me. Close your eyes and listen to my voice. You can't be tense when you're trying to use a toy. Especially when you're not used to playing with one."

"Okay," he breathes out. His lube-covered fingers start stroking his cock, his other hand pulling on and caressing his balls.

"You're doing so good for me. Whenever you're ready, I want you to start trying to work yourself open. You can start with one finger or two, whichever is easier for you."

I watch as he starts opening himself. His shaky hands start with one finger but within no time at all, he's moved on to two fingers and he's scissoring himself open. It's the most beautiful thing I've seen. For someone who was so nervous when he started, there are no nerves now. All I see gracing his face is pleasure. Raw pleasure he's giving himself. I work my own cock faster, loving the pants and whimpers that fall from Oliver's mouth. Fuck, he turns me on so much. The way he's taking control of his pleasure, it's intoxicating.

"Do you think you could try the toy now?"

"Mm-hmm." He lifts the dildo up from the side and pours some lube all over it. "I think it might be easier if I bend over?"

"If that's easier for you."

My vision is dead set on Oliver as he gets onto his knees and leans forward. I watch as he reaches behind himself, lining the dildo up with his hole. His back arches slowly before his hand starts pushing the toy in. A whimper escapes his mouth and I have to grab hold of my dick and squeeze hard to stop myself from coming. His hand moves the dildo in and out before stopping.

"Are you okay?" I rasp, leaning toward the screen. Fuck this thing for being in my way.

"I'm fine. I'm giving myself a minute to get used to it. I don't do this every day." He chuckles, blowing out a long breath. Through the screen, I can see his body quiver and I ache to be touching him.

"Fuck, I would give anything to watch you do this every day," I admit, not caring how crazy I must sound to him.

"Let me..." His words cut off as his body arches up over the back of the couch. His ass lifts into the air as the dildo slides farther in. "God, this feels so good."

"Yesss," I rasp. "Fuck yourself, Freckles. Let me see how good you are at taking a toy. God, are you imagining it's me? Cause I sure as fuck am. I'm picturing you bent over your couch, me pounding into you, you moaning and whimpering every time I call you my good boy."

"Damn, Ronan. Your dirty talk is fucking amazing," he pants, his hand still working the dildo effortlessly. My gaze moves to his other hand as it finds its way to his cock. "I don't think I'm going to last much longer."

"Me either." Honestly, I'm surprised I've lasted this long. We aren't even together in person and this is hands down the hottest experience of my life. Watching Oliver take his pleasure, knowing this is something new for him.

The muscles in his back tighten before there's a loud moan followed by panting. Knowing he just came all over his couch causes my balls to tighten. I stroke my dick faster, tossing my head back as I spurt everywhere, cum covering my stomach.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I chant, my body collapsing onto the bed, happy and sated. I give myself a few seconds to calm down before looking over at Oliver. From the screen I can see his skin is flushed, a soft smile looking back at me. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. More than fine, actually." He leans forward, grabbing a piece of his clothing off the floor. I watch as he wipes up his couch before turning around and sitting down on the couch. "That was amazing. But I'm not sure what happens now."

"Me either." I'm not a relationship person. I haven't been in a while, but there's something different about Oliver. While I don't know if I want an actual relationship with him, I do know I'm too weak to stay away. There's always been something so sweet and innocent about him, and I truly want to learn more. And I know I want to say it's all sexual, but even I know that's not true. Which fucks with my head. I told myself I wouldn't let anyone get close again, but am I strong enough not to let it happen? I don't know. "I don't want this to end," I tell him, my heart stopping, a lump in my throat at what he's going to say back to me.

"Same here. We have to be careful though, Ronan." He gazes down at himself before laughing out. "Oh fuck, I'm completely naked in front of my student. This is not how I imagined my life going," he says before going quiet.

We sit in comfortable silence for a few minutes. Occasionally, we'll glance at each other, but we mostly sit.

"Okay, we have to make sure that we stay away from each other. At least until finals are over. Then after that..." His voice trails off and I know he's not going to say we stop doing what we're doing, but it still makes me nervous. "After that, we see what this is. 'Cause you're right. I don't want this to end. Can you do that?"

"Yeah, Freckles. I can do that."