14. Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fourteen

Ronan

N oah deciding he needed to go home has been really hard on me. And if it's hard on me, I can't imagine how hard it must be on Asher. Which is why me, Asher, West, and Carter decided we would go out for New Year's to try to get our minds off everything.

I'm standing in the corner of the Beta house, watching everyone else drink, and have fun. Asher is wandering around, not talking to anyone, and I know he doesn't want to be here, either.

The past few weeks without Noah have been hard, and I miss him more than ever. But I'm also missing Oliver. He's been in Chicago for the holidays and I'm anxiously waiting for him to come back. I'm taking another sip of my drink when my phone buzzes in my pocket. I pull it out, smiling when I see Oliver's name on the screen.

Freckles: What are you doing?

Ronan: I'm at some Beta party with my roommates. What about you?

Freckles: I just got back from the airport.

Ronan: You're back?!

Freckles: I'm back. Are you too busy right now?

Ronan: I'm never too busy for you.

Freckles: Can I come pick you up?

Ronan: God yes, meet me at the corner of Mist and Ash.

Freckles: Be there in two mins.

Downing the last of my drink, I push off the wall and set my cup down on a table as I pass by. I don't try to find my roommates, my mind only on Oliver and being able to see him. Leaving the house, the door swings shut behind me as I'm jogging down the steps toward the front. I turn down the street and rush when I see Oliver's car idled by the stop sign. Pulling on the handle, I jump into the car, turning to face him.

"Hi," I say, staring at him.

"Hi," he whispers back.

"Fuck, it's so good to see you. I've missed you."

"I've missed you too, Ronan." His hand reaches out to grab mine and I open my hand, his fingers interlocking with mine. "Do you want to go back to my place?" His voice is small and timid, as though he thinks I'm going to say no.

"Freckles." I wait until he looks up at me and I squeeze his hand. "I've been waiting to be alone with you, so yes, I would love to go back to your place."

"Okay."

Oliver puts the car in drive and takes us toward his apartment. It isn't long until we're walking up the stairs to his floor. I keep my distance, knowing that if I touch him, I won't want to stop. I want to talk with him about his trip and about what he did while he was gone. I watch as his shaky hand tries to put the key into the lock. I place my hand over his, stopping him.

"Hey, are you okay?" I ask, wanting to make sure he wants me here.

"I'm fine. I'm nervous." He chuckles, then turns around to face me. "I don't know what I'm doing and I'm nervous." He shrugs his shoulders before leaning forward and placing his forehead against mine. "Is that weird?" he whispers.

"No, it's not. I'm nervous, too."

"You are?" He looks at me wide-eyed, pushing his glasses up his nose. The small movement causes my heart to beat faster.

"Yeah, Freckles. I'm nervous too. And not because I'm expecting something sexual to happen. But because this is the first time we'll actually be alone-alone."

Oliver turns back around, his hand now expertly unlocking the door. He swings it open, offering for me to go in front of him. I step into his apartment, looking around at his space. He has a blue couch with a small table in front of it, and a TV on the wall across from the couch. The same couch I've seen many times when we've video chatted with each other. The couch I watched him use the toy on. My dick gets instantly hard and I adjust myself, snickering when Oliver's eyes track the movement.

"Do you want something to drink?" he offers as he walks over to the fridge.

"Sure."

He grabs us both a bottle of water, then walks into the living room. "I'm still nervous."

"Come here, Freckles."

I sit down on his couch, patting the space next to me. Oliver nudges in beside me, passing me the water. I put the bottle onto the table, then grab his, and set it down beside mine. Grabbing his hand, I pull him closer to me.

"What else are you nervous about?"

Blowing out a breath, he looks up at the ceiling. I give him time to gather his thoughts. I don't want to rush him, but I want to know what he's thinking. I rest my hand on his thick thigh, loving when he moves his hand to grab mine.

"This is all so new to me. Everything. We've talked about this before. I've always known I was attracted to men, but I never acted on it. I was with Alison for so long there was no reason to act on my attraction toward any man I saw. So, being here with you, I feel like a teenager all over again. Learning who I am, and what I want. And I don't want to disappoint you."

"Disappoint me? How could you ever think you would disappoint me?" I say, baffled as to why he would think that.

"You're much more experienced than I am. You've been with men before and I haven't. What if I decide I don't like something?"

"Then you tell me. You tell me exactly how you're feeling. We'll make sure we're being honest with each other. That's how it works. Or how it's supposed to work." It never worked that way for me in the past, which is why I was always the last to know I was being cheated on, but I know nothing can work without being honest. And I need Oliver to know he can be honest with me. He tilts his head at me and I don't let him ask the question I know he's wanting to ask. "Just be honest with me, and I'll always be honest with you. About everything."

"Okay." He nods his head. "So, uh. Fuck, this is so weird." Oliver drops his head into his hands and I chuckle.

"How was your trip?" I ask, wanting him to relax. He's wound up so tight, I'm afraid to spook him.

"It was fine. My parents were good, but I spent most of my time with Alexander and Elias. I think you would really like them."

"Oh, would I?" I love that he's thinking this way. Maybe he could be different from my exes before him. As much as I argue I'm not a relationship person, if he wanted one, I could already see myself giving in to him.

He nods his head quickly before continuing, "We went and did the tourist thing. Elias loves going out, so we spent the days out and about, even though I had lived there my whole life and had visited most of the places. It was really nice to get away, but I'm glad to be back. How was your break? How's Noah?"

"Noah is good." I wouldn't exactly say he's good, but I don't want to get into everything right now, and talking about Noah will make me emotional. "My break went by slowly. Christmas was nice, my mom always goes all out for the holidays. Makes a ton of food, so that was my favorite part."

"It sounds like we both had a good couple weeks."

"It would have been better if we had been together," I admit.

"I agree. Are you ready for the next semester to start?"

"Hell yes. It's my last semester. I'm fucking stoked to get it over with. Plus, the fact I'm no longer considered your student is a plus. Are you ready for the next semester?"

"I'm nervous and excited. I'm ready for the next set of students to teach, but I'm always worried students won't enjoy my class."

"They'll love your class, Oliver. I guarantee it."

"Thank you."

Oliver is so shy and timid right now, he's the complete opposite of the Oliver I know in the classroom. That Oliver walks in, commanding the room, causing everyone to stop and look at him. This man in front of me is not as confident, but still just as gorgeous.

"I'm kinda shocked we're actually in the same room right now. I feel like I've been waiting forever for this to happen."

"Now that we're here, it's like I don't know what to say or what to do." He twists his hands around each other, a nervous tick I can tell from a mile away. Wanting to calm him, I grab hold of his hands and squeeze tight.

"Okay, let's do this. We'll lay on the couch and watch a movie. We've been around each other for months, but you 're right, this is new for both of us, so let's take it slow. We'll watch a movie and hang out. Sound good?"

"Yeah."

Oliver puts on one of the Scream movies while I lay on my side on his couch. I snatch the throw blanket off the back of the couch and drape it over me. I watch as Oliver wars with himself on what to do. Chuckling, I shake my head and open the blanket. I'm about to say something else when a giant orange ball of fluff jumps up onto the couch.

"What the fuck is that?" I yell, scrambling up on the couch with a very embarrassing squeal leaving my mouth.

"Oh, that's Ember," he says, grabbing said Ember and pulling it into his arms. "She's my cat."

"I didn't know you had a cat," I say, looking at the feline in disgust. I've never had a cat, but from what I've seen, they're all mean and hate people. Especially the orange ones.

"She's really loveable. Here, do you wanna hold her?" he asks, lifting her toward me. She hisses at me, her eyes narrowing, and as much as I want to hiss back, I refrain myself.

"Uh, maybe later? I'd rather just hold you if that's okay? "

"Yeah, sure." I watch as he looks at her, then looks at me while rubbing her stomach. "Let me go put her away real quick." Oliver walks away with Ember in his arms and heads down the hallway. I'm not much of a cat person, but I guess it's something I'll have to get used to. As long as she doesn't try to watch us during sex. I shudder at the thought. Oliver walks back into the living room and I lay back down, lifting the blanket again.

"Come lay with me."

I watch as he looks at me, then the blanket, eyeing the space as though it's going to attack him.

Fuck, he's so innocent.

He lies down beside me, and I pull him against my body. My eyes close when his body relaxes into mine.

"I love having you in my arms," I whisper in his ear.

"Me too. Thank you for being patient with me."

"You have nothing to thank me for. Now let's watch the movie."

Groaning when a firm ass hits my dick, I blink my eyes open at the sensation. Looking down, I notice Oliver and I are no longer on the couch but in his bed. Closing my eyes, I remember waking him up, telling him he needed to go to bed. He had asked if I could stay the night with him, and I couldn't tell him no.

My arms tighten around him when his body moves against mine. His back is to my front, so I snuggle in closer, inhaling the scent of him. Of all the things I imagined him smelling like, coconuts were not what I imagined.

"God, you smell so good," I whisper into the nape of his neck.

"Oh good, you're awake." His voice startles me and I grip onto him tighter.

"Dammit, how long have you been awake?" I snicker.

"Uh, for a while. I was too comfortable to get up though, so I just laid here. Oh god, did that sound weird?"

"Nah, that's not weird. I need to pee though, and I'm sure you do too."

"Yep."

We both get up from the bed and head toward the bathroom. We each use the bathroom and Oliver gives me an extra toothbrush he has so I can brush my teeth. Once our teeth are both freshly clean, we head back toward his bed. I jump onto his mattress, giggling when he jumps onto it behind me.

"Sorry I fell asleep," I tell him when he rests his head down on my chest.

"We both fell asleep. It's okay."

He glances up at me and I get lost in his gaze. Fuck, from this close I can see how many freckles line his face.

"Where are your glasses? Do you need them? Can you see?" I shoot out question after question, Oliver laughing in my face.

"Yeah, I can see you since you're close. If you were farther away, probably not, but like this, it's fine."

His beautiful green eyes look up at me, and I can't stop myself from leaning down and kissing him. I grab hold of his firm ass, loving when his body arches into mine. Oliver turns his body so he's lying flat on top of me. Both my hands grab his ass cheeks, grinding him down onto my erection. Oliver releases my mouth before looking up at me.

"Can I try something?" I ask, my hands never leaving his body.

"Yeah, go ahead."

Getting the all clear, I flip us so Oliver is on his back and I'm lying on top of him. My hand caresses under his shirt, finally being able to feel his skin against mine. I bunch up the hem of his shirt in my hand, then look up, silently asking him if this is okay. He nods his head, so I reach up and quickly kiss him on the lips, then take his shirt and lift it over his head. He helps me, lifting the top of his body so I can get his shirt up and off his head.

Sitting back on my hind legs, I take in Oliver lying in front of me.

"You're gorgeous."

A pink flush builds on his face, going all the way down to his chest. "Thank you."

I kiss his chest, and I love seeing it's not only his face that has freckles, but it seems his whole body is covered in them. Making my way down his body, I stop at his shorts, resting my forehead on his stomach. I must wait too long because Oliver lifts up quickly and pulls his shorts down his legs.

Laughing out loud, I look up at him, laughing even harder when he just shrugs and falls back down onto the bed. Taking that as my invitation, I slide farther down his body coming face to face with his beautiful cock. He's hard as a rock, but has the most gorgeous cock I've ever seen. He's long and thick, with a slight curve to the right. The head looks angry and red, pre-cum dripping heavily from the slit.

"Fuck, I want to taste you so bad." Oliver's eyes widen as I continue, "But not today. Today I'm just going to use my hand."

I wrap my fist around him, stroking him up and down.

"Please taste me," he stutters, my head instantly whipping up to look at him.

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure. I'm not some virgin, Ronan. I'm older than you."

"Yeah, you're older, but you haven't been with a man before. I want to do this right. "

His hand reaches down, touching my shoulder before moving up to caress my cheek. "You're doing everything right. And I want you to taste me. Please, Ronan."

Fuck, the humble begging is what does me in. I nip at the skin on his thigh, then give my attention back to his dick. Using my hand, I resume my stroking before sucking the head into my mouth.

"Oh, holy shit!" he yells, and I chuckle around his dick. "That feels so good."

Wanting this to be the best for him, I force him further down into my throat, breathing through my nose. Gagging on his cock, my mouth slides up and down, my saliva coating his shaft and dripping down his balls. Using one hand, I roll his balls between my fingers, loving when his body shakes under me. Knowing I'm the first man to do this to him is such a heady feeling. I want this to be the best for him.

"Fucking hell, Ronan. You feel amazing." I twirl my tongue around the head when he grits out for me to, ‘ do the tongue thing again .' So, I do it again, moaning when a drop of pre-cum hits the back of my tongue. Fuck, he's so delicious. Hollowing my cheeks, I work him faster while my other hand continues stroking him. His thighs try to close and I know he's close to coming. Wanting him to come in my mouth, I don't let up, bobbing on him faster. His thighs tense and then cum floods my mouth. There's so much I can't swallow it all, a little bit dribbling out of the side of my mouth. Sitting up, I use my hand to wipe at my mouth.

My eyes drift to Oliver, who looks so dazed, a freshly fucked look on his face.

"That was amazing," he gushes, his hand reaching out to mine. "My turn."

"Oh, no, don't worry about it. It's okay."

"No, I want to. Please."

"Okay. But only if you're sure."

We switch spots, so I'm lying on the mattress, with him crawling between my legs. I leave my shorts on, wanting him to be the one to take them off if he wants.

"Will you help me? Tell me what you like?"

"I promise I will like anything you want to give me."

Oliver grabs hold of both sides of my shorts, pulling them and my briefs down my legs. My dick pops free, smacking me in the stomach, a line of pre-cum already coating the head from earlier.

Oliver gazes at my shaft and I chuckle, loving how much attention he's giving it. His hand wraps around me, experimenting with the weight of it. He alternates between stroking it hard and jerking it lightly. I'm slowly dying at his touch. I watch as he leans toward me, licking at my slit. Using all my strength, I keep my body still even though it wants to arch off the bed and shove my dick down his throat .

He gives me another experimental lick before opening his mouth wide and sucking me into his warmth. He takes me farther, gagging as my cock hits the back of his throat. Unshed tears prick his eyes and my dick twitches.

"Fuck, Oliver, you're doing so fucking good for me. Such a good boy, taking my cock so well. I love seeing your pretty plush lips wrapped around me." Oliver whimpers, one of his hands rushing down between his legs. "Are you hard again?" He nods his head and I moan loudly. "It turns me on so much to know that you already came, but you're hard again already. Is it from sucking me off? Is that what's making you hard as fucking granite right now?"

Oliver pops off my cock, giving me a cheeky smile. "I never knew how much I would love sucking dick. Well, your dick. I am obsessed with this dick." To emphasize his point, he squeezes my cock tightly before taking me back into his mouth.

I rub my thumb against his cheek, smiling when he turns his face slightly to lean into me, closing his eyes.

"You're perfect. What a talented mouth," I whisper. "Now suck harder. Make me come, Oliver."

He doubles down, sucking hard on my cock. He uses his hand to stroke himself as his mouth works me. The feeling of his mouth on me is incredible. As shy and timid as he was last night, that Oliver is gone. In his place is the confident Oliver I know from the classroom. The one who knows what he's doing and takes what he wants.

Without warning, my orgasm crashes through me, unleashing in Oliver's mouth. He swallows every drop, then lets my dick slip from his mouth. He takes big, deep breaths and I instantly feel like shit for coming in his mouth on his first time.

"I'm so sorry, Oliver," I tell him, reaching down to grab his arm and drag him up toward me.

"For what?" he slurs, climbing up my body and resting his head on my chest.

"Coming in your mouth. I didn't mean to, but I couldn't stop myself."

"It's okay. You taste good. Besides, your taste set me off, and I came again." Barking out a laugh, I snuggle in closer to him, inhaling his scent.

"Why do you smell so good?"

"Bath bombs with my matching body wash," he states, his eyes falling closed.

"You like baths too? I love taking baths." The image of Oliver and I in a tub together filters through my mind, me lying in the tub, him lying in front of me. My hands soaping up his body, taking my time with him. "We're going to take a bath together."

"Mm-hmm," he mumbles.

Looking down, I smile, seeing Oliver is already half asleep. I guess back-to-back orgasms will do that to you.

"You're so beautiful," I whisper to him, placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. I am so fucked.