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CHAPTER ONE: TOUCH ME
Touch: To cause or permit a part of the body, especially the hand or fingers, to come into contact with so as to feel.
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Tommy Merlyn couldn’t get his ass out of Organic fucking Chemistry fast enough. As soon as the final bell rang, he shoved his shit in his bag and flew out the class before anyone could stop him to talk about what parties were coming up this weekend, or corner him about the gaming tournament a few weeks away.
He was so not in the mood to entertain the idle rich. Yeah, those were essentially his peeps, but he was still far too embarrassed about what went down to play the game. He pulled at his tie, kept his head low and made his way through the halls of Starling Academy, past friends and hey, you look kinda familiars, to his locker, more than a little relieved to see Oliver already leaning against it. The sooner they got the hell out of here, the better.
“Hey buddy.” His best friend greeted. “You ready to go?”
“Hell yes.” Oliver frowned. Tommy pretended not to notice as he bypassed his locker and walked out the door.
He could feel the weight of his best friend’s intense smoky blue stare all the way to Ollie’s souped up Camaro.
The fuck hot purr of the engine cut the pensive silence and for the first time since the incident, he found himself smiling. Ollie grinned as he shifted into reverse and tore out the parking lot effortlessly. Tommy couldn’t wait to get his own wheels back. Even though he usually rode to school with Ollie anyway, the separation was killing him. Malcolm was in one of his faux dad kicks, and had confiscated Tommy’s keys for some bullshit reason. He doubted his dad even remembered why, he was just doing what he did best. Be a world class douche.
Oliver didn’t even bother asking if Tommy was gonna hang at his and stay for dinner. It was a given that he wanted to spend as little time as possible in the Merlyn mansion. By tacit agreement, they raided the Queen’s kitchen. An established routine had Tommy grabbing the sodas while Ollie commandeered today’s freshly baked goods – brownies – from Raisa. She playfully swatted them out her way, laughing as they planted quick thank you kisses on her cheek. They headed up to Oliver’s room with their haul. They shrugged off their blazers and got Call of Duty set up on the console. Tommy tried his best to concentrate, but his brain refused to let him forget his humiliation.
He looked up at the screen in time to see the shooter in the shadows, eyes glinting with malice, a gun trained to his character’s chest. Tommy barely had time to react before the shots came. He wasn’t even aware when exactly he’d zoned out, but it was Game Over.
“Sonofabitch!” He yelled, throwing the controller across the room in disgust. It bounced off the wall pathetically.
“What the fuck dude?” Ollie asked from his spot on the sofa.
“What?” Tommy gritted out.
Ollie’s eyebrow arched, questioning and mocking him at the same fucking time. Tommy hated when the asshole did that, mostly because he looked so fucking good doing it.
“Okay, I think you’ve been moping around like a goddamn chick for long enough. You gonna tell me whatever it is that went down?”
“You wanna talk about feelings? And I’m the one acting like a chick?” Tommy smirked.
Oliver’s lips twitched at the corners, fighting a smile, but his eyes were all business. He placed his own controller on the armrest.
“Come on; just tell me so you can get your head back in the motherfucking game. I’m not losing to that shit stain Max and his crew.”
Tommy tensed involuntarily at the mention of that name, and there was no way his buddy had missed his reaction.
Ollie’s face contorted into a scowl, which oddly enough made him even more damn beautiful. Yeah, his bestie could’ve been a fucking GQ model.
“Tommy.” Ollie growled in warning, leaning forward, resting his forearms on his knees. He found himself momentarily mesmerised by the veins running from Oliver’s wrists to beneath his rolled up shirt sleeves.
Tommy ran his fingers through his hair nervously. “I kinda…sorta hooked up with Max.” He admitted reluctantly.
Ollie’s eyes widened slightly. It was obviously not what he’d expected to hear. “And,” Tommy continued, “It was okay, until it was…weird.”
Oliver’s scowl intensified, his nostrils flared. “What do you mean? Did he, did he hurt you?”
“No! No Ollie. I swear.” Tommy hurried to reassure him, but Oliver only relaxed slightly.
“It was actually the other way around…accidentally.” Tommy mumbled.
“What?”
“I accidentally hurt him.” He said again.
“How?”
“It’s fucking embarrassing okay.”
Ollie’s stony gaze softened. “Buddy, it’s me.”
Tommy stalled by picking up the controller he’d thrown earlier, trying to get his thoughts together. He looked over at Ollie, waiting patiently, took a deep breath and spilled. He’d never really kept anything from him. “I may have hypothetically bitten him during a job of the oral persuasion.” Tommy could feel himself blushing.
“Say what?”
“You fucking heard me!”
“Seriously?”
“I’d never fucking done it before okay, and he just kinda shoved it in there without warning!” Tommy said defensively. He’d never given a hand job let alone a blow job. Hell, he’d never gotten either. Max had totally blindsided him and he’d freaked the fuck out.
“You bit him.”
“Yeah.”
“You bit his dick.”
“Yeah Ollie, I chomped his meat til it fucking bled. At least I think there was blood. You need any more deets?” God, could this get any more awkward.
"Nah, I’m good for the blow by blow.” He replied, amusement replacing his scowl.
“Fuck you.” He retorted without heat.
Oliver watched Tommy without saying anything else for a long few moments. His eyes darkening as he hit his thumb and forefinger repetitively.
“Okay, so you’re understandably upset. First times aren’t all smooth sailing, but that doesn’t mean you’re bad at it Tommy.”
Damn Oliver for nailing exactly what Tommy was worried a bout.
“I bet Max disagrees.”
“Who gives a fuck what that self-centred shit thinks? He got off lightly considering he didn’t ease you into it.”
“He didn’t know.” Tommy hadn’t exactly gone around advertising his inexperience.
“Doesn’t matter. He didn’t make you feel comfortable and you deserve better than that fuckboy Tommy. Did he even wanna do you or did he just assume you’d be the one sucking off?”
Tommy didn’t say anything and he knew that was an answer enough for Oliver.
“You’re not bad at it Tommy.” He reiterated, “You just need practice and some guidance that’s all.”
“Yeah, I’ll get right on that.”
Oliver was quiet again, as if weighing something up. He got up from the sofa and stepped closer to Tommy.
“I could show you.”
Tommy choked on his spit.
“What?” He spluttered, convinced he hadn’t heard that right.
Oliver stepped even closer, Tommy could feel the heat radiating off him, could smell his boy scent mixed with pine and leather.
“I could show you. You could show me. We could learn some things together….what feels good, what doesn’t. No one has to know, it’s just us without strings.”
Anyone else seeing Oliver right now, would think he was throwing this out nonchalantly. But Tommy could see the tension in the rigid lines of his body, could see the slight flush of colour in Oliver’s cheeks. Ollie was serious. And nervous as hell. And serious. Seriously standing a breath away from him, fucking suggesting the two of them tutor each other sexually.
Holy shit.
Oliver teaching him. Him teaching Oliver. Not that he knew what he could possibly teach. Tommy knew for a fact, Ollie was more experienced than he was.
“Unless…” Ollie broke the silence, then trailed off.
“Unless what?” Tommy asked breathlessly. Oliver swallowed. Tommy watched his throat undulate inches away from his lips. “Unless you feel like that isn’t something you could do...with me.”
Wait, what?
“You think I’m not attracted to you like that? Are you fucking kidding me right now?”
He swallowed again. “Then answer me Tommy, yes or no.”
“No strings right? And no matter what we’re still tight?”
Oliver’s lips twitched. “No strings. Tight as fuck, no matter what.”
“Then, yes.”
Oliver smiled so wide, his dimples showed and the relief and happiness on his face took Tommy’s breath away and sent all the blood in his body down to his dick. He fought the urge to adjust himself.
“So, now what?”
Oliver reached down and took the controller out of Tommy’s hand. He threw it on the sofa. He took hold of Tommy’s hand, lining their palms up.
“Now, it’s lesson one.” Ollie said huskily as their fingers twined together.
“How many are there? Tommy gulped as the hair on the back of his neck stood up and goose bumps rose all over his body.
“As many as we need,” Oliver’s other hand tugged Tommy’s school tie completely loose before sliding it out his collar. The heat of his hand scorched Tommy through his shirt. “As many as it takes for us both to be comfortable and revving on the same level,” Oliver reached up and cupped Tommy’s nape, looking down at him with blown pupils. His fingertips dug into his skin a little before he dragged his hand up through Tommy’s hair, tilting his head back slightly and exposing his neck.
Oliver leaned in and breathed deep from his nose. He exhaled from his mouth, his warm breath ghosting across Tommy’s skin. Tommy’s knees went weak. His motherfucking knees went weak. Like some Victorian or Disney swooning shit. What the fuck was happening right now? Tommy gripped Oliver’s hip with his left hand. He could feel Oliver’s lips tug up into a half smile.
“As many as it takes to figure out each and every sweet spot.”
Good lord, was this really his best friend speaking? He was having some trouble reconciling this gravelly voiced, sexy as sin Ollie with the Ollie he’d grown up with. He’d known his buddy had serious game, but to be the focus of it the way he was right now was borderline fucking overwhelming.
“Jesus, Ollie.”
“As many as it takes for you to feel so good, you think your skin’s gonna burst. And as many as you need to know that you’ve fucking got this Tommy. You hear me?”
“I hear you.” He croaked.
Oliver lifted his head up and looked into Tommy’s eyes.
“Good.” He said, stepping forward. He maintained his hold on Tommy and walked him backwards till his back hit the wall against the door. He let go of Tommy’s hand briefly, and the click of the lock echoed in Tommy’s ear along with his heartbeat.
“Now like I said, lesson one.” Ollie’s fist tightened in Tommy’s hair making his scalp tingle. The sensations travelled down his neck and spine, all the way to his balls. Ollie’s head lowered, his five o clock shadow scraping down Tommy’s cheek. His lips parted on a moan as the throb in his balls shot up the length of his cock.
Tommy’s back arched off the wall, hips rolled toward Oliver. Tommy’s hand clenched Ollie’s hipbone before sliding down. Ollie’s angled his hips back and his hand clasped Tommy’s wrist before he reached any further. Tommy looked up in confusion.
“One is all about you Tommy.”
“But -” “No buts. Just work with me here dude.”
Tommy huffed out a laugh.
“You on board?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, I’ll go slow but we can pull the brakes whenever you need.”
“I don’t need you to stop; I don’t want you to stop.”
Oliver nodded and abruptly turned Tommy around to face the wall. He pulled Tommy’s hands up and put them so that Tommy’s arms were stretched above him, holding them there with his on top. Tommy tried to turn but Oliver had a firm hold on him.
“Keep them there.” Oliver rasped darkly in Tommy’s ear, before pressing his partly open lips on his neck. He wasn’t kissing Tommy. He was just barely rubbing. But Oliver’s mouth on him, his scruff abrading his skin, was almost too hot to handle. Tommy groaned as his skin heated. He could feel himself starting to sweat. God, he was already hard enough to drill through concrete.
“Got it?” Ollie spoke against his feverish skin.
“Got it.” Ollie ran his palms over the back of Tommy’s hands, coasting down to his shoulders excruciatingly slowly. His fingertips traced the hollow in Tommy’s throat before he moved closer, his arms encircled him, and he unbuttoned Tommy’s shirt, starting the top and working his way down. Tommy’s head dropped forward, his forehead rested against the wall as Oliver uncovered his chest, his abs. Ollie’s ragged breaths tickled the back of his neck as he pressed closer to undo the last one. His hands were shaking slightly and Tommy realised that Ollie was very much affected by what was happening between them.
His hands clenched into fists but he kept them where they were. When Oliver’s fingers touched the bare skin next to his nipples, electricity shot in all directions and Tommy’s hips jerked back. Oliver leaned in, his body fully pressed to the back of his. A wall of muscle and heat. Oliver added pressure with his hips, bending his knees, making Tommy fully aware of his thick, hard length resting between his ass cheeks.
“Is this okay?” Ollie asked, his voice low and strained.
“God, yes.” Tommy heard and felt Oliver’s chest move against him rapidly and it was taking everything he had not to let of the wall and turn around to see the expression on his face. Fingertips coasted down his sides, Tommy’s skin tightened as Ollie moved lower and lower. Oliver’s head dropped to in between Tommy’s shoulder blades, his hips grinding against Tommy’s ass as he continued his exploration of his torso. Oliver pressed his palms against the ridges of his abs and Tommy groaned.
“Oh, fuck.” Ollie’s hands were rough, calloused from messing around under the Camaro’s hood and archery and they felt fucking amazing. Ollie slid one hand further down his belly, over the belt of his pants, and Tommy’s cock twitched against the straining zipper. His other hand continued the onslaught back up his torso, so it took a moment for Tommy to realize that Oliver had his belt undone and the zipper lowered. His balls swelled as Oliver’s hand dipped under the band of his boxers. Tommy’s chest hitched as Oliver’s hot palm took hold of his shaft, freeing him from the confines.
“Still okay?”
“So…so…okay. Christ… Oliver.” Tommy panted. “Please…don’t…stop.”
Oliver rolled Tommy’s nipple between his thumb and forefinger as he stroked down his cock towards his balls. His hand slid back up and swiped his tip, and gathered the pre-come Tommy could feel dripping from his head. Tommy’s clenched the muscles in his ass, trying to keep from blowing his load any second and Ollie muttered a string of expletives into his shirt as he swivelled his hips and surged forward as he pumped Tommy’s cock in his fist.
“Damn, I can feel you fucking pulsing in my hand Tommy. Jesus.”
“Oh, God. I can’t -” Tommy didn’t recognise his own voice. “Shit.” His hips rocked as he thrust into Ollie’s hand. Over and over, the wet slide of their skin on skin mingled with their breathing, their curses and Tommy couldn’t hold himself back from the edge any longer. God, he couldn’t even try.
“Oliver.” He groaned.
“That’s it Tommy. Cover my hand with your come.”
Tommy’s mouth dropped open, a deep moan rolled from his throat as his release spurted all over Ollie’s fist.
Holy balls.
Tremors racked his body as he came down from the highest of highs. Oliver held him through it all.
“Damn…just damn, Ollie.” Tommy muttered.
“I know buddy, I know.” Ollie said, with a wicked laugh. “And think, we’re just getting started.”
TO BE CONTINUED