Time for Love

by Lynn Michaels

  Jeremy rubbed his fingers through it, blending their cum together. Ollie liked it. He liked Jeremy way too much.

  Eleven – Jeremy

  Jeremy woke curled up next to a hot body. He wiggled around, enjoying Ollie’s warmth. If he didn’t have to piss so badly, he would have gone right back to sleep. Reluctantly, he rolled off the bed and made his way to the bathroom. It was an ordinary bathroom with a sliding glass door across the tub instead of a shower curtain, a toilet, which he used, and a pedestal sink. Across from the toilet and sink were two sets of shelves with stacks of towels in various colors and a shaving kit. Jeremy scratched at his scruff. He probably shaved once or twice a month himself, but he’d only seen Ollie’s face clean shaven so far.

  After pissing, he washed his hands and face and dried with a deep blue towel. He hung it over the shower and headed to the kitchen to brew some coffee. A standard pot and a tub of Folgers promised him a decent cup. Once the machine was running, he headed back to bed.

  Crawling under the covers, he stuck his cold toes underneath Ollie’s warm calves and got cozy up against him. Ollie growled and turned over, facing Jeremy with barely open eyes. “What are you doin’?”

  “Warming up my toes,” Jeremy whispered.

  “Why’re you whispering?”

  Jeremy giggled. “Didn’t want to wake you up.”

  “Ah! Too late.” Ollie jumped forward, grabbing Jeremy and pulling him down beneath him. Jeremy wasn’t going to fight that, but instead of snuggling, Ollie tickled him. Jeremy squealed, very non-masculine-like, and tried to wiggle away. Ollie pinned Jeremy with his muscular legs.

  “No! No! Stop!” he laughed and bellowed out.

  Ollie stopped and pulled Jeremy up against his side, tucking Jeremy’s head under Ollie’s chin. Jeremy opened and shut his jaw, scruffing his beard against Ollie’s chest. “Stop that,” Ollie growled and Jeremy laughed silently, but his body jerked with it.

  “Okay,” he said and settled down. “I made coffee.”

  “I smell it.”

  “What are your plans today?”

  Ollie hummed. “Maybe...Um...I’m thinking I might play hooky and take you to the beach today.”

  “That sounds like fun, but, uh...I don’t want you to get in trouble. Is that a smart decision?”

  “What are you? My mom?”

  “Uh...no and not your dad, either. So, I don’t want to hear your issues...” Jeremy laughed out loud.

  “Think that’s funny, huh? Want me to tickle you again?”

  “No... No!” Jeremy squealed, thinking Ollie would do it.

  He didn’t. He chuckled softly. “I do whatever I want. I don’t care much for what others think. Besides, if anything pressing happens, Walker will text me. I’m a specialist, not a detective, and I’m only attached here temporarily. So I don’t have a lot of responsibility. Anything that happens, I can deal with tomorrow. Let’s have some fun.”

  Jeremy leaned up on his arm, gawking at Ollie’s overwhelmingly sexy face. He had dark features, Mediterranean skin, and dark hair. He brushed it off of his forehead. “I’m all about enjoying life and being in the moment, but I don’t know. Seriously, I don’t want to get you in trouble.” He leaned in and gave Ollie a quick peck on the lips. “There are consequences for your actions. Karma is a strict taskmaster.”

  “More of that Zen stuff?”

  “Huh...Tao. There’s a difference.”

  “Well, what’s the difference? Tell me?” Ollie pulled Jeremy back down, and he relaxed with his head on Ollie’s chest again.

  “Well. Taoism is about following your path. Finding your way. It’s balance and peace, so I guess that’s like Zen, but it’s a different discipline and master. Tao is taking the time to see what’s around you. It’s knowing the mother, knowing the earth, and taking actions that protect and nurture.”

  “That sounds...”

  “I’m not a kook. Why is it that people think if you believe in nature and responsibility instead of one all-knowing god, that you’re nuts? Why is it crazier to find and recognize your own way and to know it’s part of a bigger path?”

  “It’s not. I like it. Never heard of it. That’s all. I wasn’t going to say it’s crazy. I’m...at least agnostic myself.”

  “Okay.”

  “That coffee smells great.”

  “You’re changing the subject, Ollie.”

  He sat up and ran his hands over his face. “Listen. I consider the consequences. I do. The fact is that most of the time, the consequences aren’t worth not doing what I want. And especially not today.” His smile was so cocky, Jeremy went along with him.

  “Okay.”

  “I’m doing an increadible job here. My app is incredible. I’m hoping it will help me move forward. You know FBI or something like that. Maybe something in the private sector.” He shrugged and dug his toes underneath Jeremy’s thigh. “But. It will be based on the app. The technology, the algorithms. Not on whether I miss one damned meeting. So...let’s go to the beach. I want to see you in your natural habitat.”

  “Natural habitat?” Jeremy laughed. “What are you talking about?”

  “Well, you said you believe in nature, and this...” He fingered the shark tooth necklace around Jeremy’s neck.

  “You’re making assumptions, Specialist,” he teased.

  “Maybe, but am I right?”

  Jeremy smiled and nodded. “I love the beach.”

  “Thought so...”

  With that, he grabbed Jeremy and rolled around with him in the bed until they were both hard and breathing heavily.

  Twelve – Ollie

  It didn’t take much effort for Ollie to convince Jeremy to go to the beach with him. A few assurances that he wouldn’t get in trouble, a quick text to Walker, and packing a few towels and a small cooler of water bottles to strap on the back of the bike. The thirty-minute ride out there with Jeremy wrapped around his back, holding onto his waist, went by entirely too fast. Soon enough, though, they parked near the pier. Jeremy’s eyes flashed with excitement or enjoyment. Ollie didn’t care which as long as it was him putting that look on his face. Jeremy practically bounced down to the shore, picking out a spot for them to drop their towels and shirts.

  “You might burn, Ollie. Here.” Jeremy nudged Ollie down on the towel and rubbed sunscreen all over his bare shoulders, back, and chest.

  “I like your hands on me,” Ollie said in a way that he hoped sounded seductive.

  Jeremy wiggled his eyebrows. “Why do you think I made you bring this?” He held up the bottle and squirted a little more in his hand. He splashed it across his own shoulders and chest, wiggling around as he applied it.

  “Stop teasing.”

  Jeremy stuck his tongue out and took off for the water. Ollie chased after him. Jeremy was like a kid at the playground, running in and out of the water, jumping the waves, picking up shells. He brought one over to Ollie, who stood at the shoreline, letting the waves crash against his ankles and calves. He examined the shell Jeremy handed him. Shaped like a scallop, it fit in his hand and had blood red splotches lined across the ridges. It was in pristine condition, no chips at all. “That’s cool.”

  “It’s perfect. Nature is...amazing.”

  “Yeah.” Jeremy was amazing.

  He watched Jeremy stretch, taking in the salt air and the ocean breeze. “This is great. Thanks, Ollie. I’m glad we did this.”

  “Me too.”

  “It’s like, I don’t know, recharging my batteries, or something.” Jeremy kicked at the wet sand. “I wish I had my skimboard. This is prefect. I could slide for freakin’ miles!”

  “Skimboard? What’s that?”

  Jeremy laughed. “You’re kidding, right?”

  Ollie shook his head. “We don’t have shit like this up north.” He gestured to the water and beach and tourists all around.

  Jeremy kicked at the water, splashing Ollie who hadn’t gotten in the water past his ankles. “Hey now!”

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��Ah...come on!” Jeremy grabbed Ollie’s shoulders and lunged forward, pulling him to the water.

  He put up little resistance. Once in the waves up to his thighs, he turned and grabbed Jeremy, shoving him. Jeremy threw his arms wide and let himself fall into the wave, making Ollie laugh. When he emerged, he shook his head like a dog, sending water flying everywhere.

  Ollie splashed at him, but Jeremy jumped on him, dragging him under. Ollie couldn’t let that go. When he came up out of the waves, he jumped on Jeremy’s back, yanked at his shoulders, hooked his foot around Jeremy’s ankle, and shoved him, knocking him off balance. They both went under and came up wrestling.

  They played around, dunking and splashing each other until the game became more about getting their hands on each other as much as possible. Finally, Ollie had Jeremy in a headlock and released him with a kiss to the forehead. “I need a break.”

  “Sure.” Jeremy followed him back up the beach where they relaxed on the towels they’d spread out on the sand. “This has been great. I needed it. Thanks again, Ollie.”

  “Nah. No need. I’ve had fun, too.” His stomach growled, and Jeremy raised an eyebrow.

  “We should go find some food.”

  They hadn’t eaten since a quick toast and jelly with coffee at Ollie’s place before heading out. They dried off and pulled on their shirts and packed up the towels and water.

  They found a nearby seafood place open for lunch. Tables with big blue umbrellas over them were set up on the outside deck. Ollie ordered a pitcher of beer and Jeremy ordered a dozen oysters. Raw. He’d never had raw oysters but was ready to try anything as long as Jeremy kept smiling at him like that. Like he alone had made the sunrise and the waves wet.

  After oysters, they had what Jeremy called a steamer bucket. The waiter brought the large pail full of all kinds of steamed seafood to the table. “This is the best.” Jeremy dug in with gusto. Ollie enjoyed the seafood almost as much as the company.

  “This is cool. We should totally go to St. Augustine before you have to go back home,” Jeremy said.

  “Oh?”

  “It has tons of history and cool places. And the fort.”

  “Then we should go.”

  “Yeah, but only if you ask for time off or we go on your day off. No more skipping out.” He pointed at Ollie, accusingly, then went back to cracking open a crab claw. “This is good though, right?”

  “Mm-hmm. Okay. We’ll go this weekend and play tourist.”

  Jeremy smiled, happy with his victory.

  “So, Jeremy...”

  “Yeah?”

  “Like I told you, I’m very straightforward. Upfront. I don’t have time to play games.”

  Jeremy’s eyebrows creased together. “What are you saying?”

  “I’ve always been blunt, anyway. So here it is. Come back to my place and stay over another night. I promise I'll go to work tomorrow. I like you.”

  Ollie didn’t think Jeremy’s smile could get any bigger. He’d been wrong. He’d opened a box that had been stuffed with joy and happiness. It exploded in his face like those trick gag-boxes that had spring worms in them, only instead of worms, Jeremy popped out. All smiles and twinkling eyes and fun.

  “I’d like that. I like you, too.”

  After lunch, they walked along the beach and out on the pier. They could see rays like black shadows skimming through the water. Pelicans pestered the fisherman. Then the flukes of dolphins bobbed up and down as they played nearby. Paradise reflected in Jeremy’s ocean-blue eyes. Ollie had never been so buoyed with enjoyment at simply watching Jeremy’s open face as he pointed out all the things to see. Ollie would never be able to smell salt and cocoa butter again without thinking of Jeremy.

  When the sun began to set, they knocked the sand off their feet and slipped back into tennis shoes and climbed on Ollie’s bike. The ride home was uneventful, except for the fact that Jeremy was plastered to his back, holding on tight.

  Back at his apartment, Ollie suggested they grill steaks. He dashed to the store to pick them up along with salad and a bottle of wine, while Jeremy showered. He rushed, but Jeremy was out of the shower, dressed in boxers and a t-shirt that Ollie recognized—NYPD blazoned in blue across a gray background.

  “I didn’t want to put the beach stuff back on.”

  Ollie moved his head slowly back and forth. “No...” Jeremy looked good. Too good. Ollie was stunned. “That, uh, yeah...that’s fine.”

  The side of Jeremy’s mouth ticked up into a half-smile. He winked.

  Nervousness overcame Ollie, but in a good way.

  Jeremy jumped in to cut up veggies for the salads while Ollie took the fastest shower of his life. He hardly even looked as he grabbed an oversized tank top and a pair of joggers and threw them on before joining Jeremy in the kitchen. They grilled up the steaks on the stovetop, which wasn’t ideal, but he didn’t have a patio grill here.

  “If we were in Clearwater, I’d pull out the ancient relic...charcoal grill. It’s old, but it’s perfect.” Jeremy made a funny face, making Ollie laugh, and he realized that he hadn’t had enough laughter and smiles in his life. Even with his fuck-buddies up north, he hadn’t laughed like this or enjoyed being with them half as much. Jeremy brought it out in him and let him forget how much he’d been kicked around in his life.

  The steaks were decent, and the wine was cheap, but to Ollie, it was perfect. Watching Jeremy enjoy it brought him pleasure and a weird sense of peace. “You have steak juice on your chin.” Ollie got up and circled the small table where they ate and wiped at Jeremy’s face. His beard and mustache were filling in, obvious he hadn’t shaved in a few days. He dragged his fingers through the coarse hair. “I want you. Come to bed.”

  Jeremy stood up and leaned into Ollie, his mouth opened, and Ollie took the invitation, thrusting his tongue inside, devouring Jeremy’s mouth, and brushing their tongues together. He felt new and familiar at once.

  In the bedroom, they took their time undressing each other, touching skin to skin and exchanging hot breaths with each passionate kiss. Each swipe of Jeremy’s tongue had Ollie excited for more like he couldn’t get enough. He pushed Jeremy on the bed. “What do you want?”

  Jeremy answered with a groan and his fingers in Ollie’s hair. “You. Inside me.”

  Ollie grunted and slipped his hands along Jeremy’s sides, skimming across his ribs and lingering at his hip. “I have stuff in the bathroom. Don’t want to get up.” He nuzzled under Jeremy’s chin where his beard was softer.

  Jeremy shoved at his shoulder. “Go. Get it. I don’t want to wait.”

  Ollie got up with a grunt and dashed to the bathroom. He grabbed his shaving kit and searched the side pocket for a condom. He searched the little bag and the shelf it was on for another bottle of lube since the one they’d used the night before was empty, but he couldn’t find it. He swore he’d brought another tube with him. He dashed back in the room and dropped the condom on the bed beside Jeremy. “Here. I gotta find the lube.”

  “You’re prepared, I see. Such a boy scout” Jeremy could barely get his words out with his laughter wrapping around them.

  Ollie shot him a dirty look and flung open the closet doors. He yanked the big suitcase down from the shelf where his clothes hung and dropped it on the floor.

  “Going somewhere, Ollie? Weren’t we having fun here?”

  “Don’t mock me. The lube is for you.” He opened the suitcase and jammed his fingers into the pockets, finally locating the missing bottle. “Here it is, and you better be happy.” He shook the offending lube bottle at Jeremy. “Your ass better be happy.”

  “Oh, my ass is happy...it’ll be even happier when you use that stuff.” He spread his legs suggestively, lifting his butt up off the mattress. “Come and get it,” he laughed, the words exploding from his mouth. Ollie couldn’t contain his laughter.

  “You’re a nut. A Zen—excuse me Tao-nut.”

  Jeremy scrunched up his face. “Maybe, but I’d rather be that t
han unhappy. I enjoy life. All of it. Now, shut up and get in bed so I can enjoy you.”

  “Yes, sir.” Ollie bounced up on the mattress beside him and stared into those electric blue eyes. “This has been fun. I’m enjoying you...completely.” He pressed his lips to Jeremy’s and opened when Jeremy slid his tongue inside. They licked at each other, happily enjoying the dance, while Ollie spoke with his hands, down the backside of Jeremy’s thigh, sliding his fingers behind Jeremy’s balls, fondling them carefully. Ollie pulled away from Jeremy’s mouth, slowly with small kisses punctuating his reluctance. “You ready for more?”

  “Please.”

  “Turn over for me.”

  Jeremy complied quickly, flipping over and going up on his knees with his perfect ass up and ready for him. Ollie opened the lube and used it generously. Fingers plunging in, preparing the way, loosening up where he was more than ready to put his cock. He fucked Jeremy with his fingers, adding more, moving faster, until Jeremy groaned and panted and pushed back on his hand—fucking himself. He continued until Jeremy groaned out another, “Please. Ollie.”

  He nudged Jeremy over on his back. “I want to see you.”

  Jeremy grabbed behind his knees and pulled them to his chest. Ollie took that as a good sign. He flailed around for the condom. “Damn it.”

  “Here,” Jeremy said with a chuckle and handed him the little square.

  “Fuck. Thanks.” He opened it and rolled the condom on, then lubed it up.

  He pressed his cock up to Jeremy’s hole, letting it linger there, heightening the expectation. The wanting.

  “Ollie, please,” Jeremy begged, breathlessly, panting. He wiggled his ass, trying to push back.

  Ollie applied pressure and gasped involuntarily as he breached the tight ring of muscle. His hips took over after that. He circled his arms around Jeremy’s legs, pulling him closer, changing the angle, rolling his hips, fucking in and out slowly, while Jeremy made noises, grunts, groans, sighs. Ollie liked the sighs.