by Andi James
Daniel turned the burner off and grabbed his hand, pulling him through the living room and down a tiny hall to his bedroom. Oliver smiled at the piles of books on the nightstand and floor next to the bed, and that was about all he saw before Daniel turned to him and attacked his mouth. Oliver opened up instantly to the aggressive kiss, giving as good as he got, their tongues dueling as he felt Daniel trying to undo the buttons on his shirt.
Some other time, Oliver would love nothing more than to slowly peel Daniel out of his clothes and explore every inch of his body. Right now, he was far too turned on to go that slow. He broke off their kiss and stepped back, unbuttoning his own shirt while toeing off his shoes. Looking up, he saw that Daniel was standing there watching him.
“Aren’t you going to join me?”
Daniel nodded. “In a second. I’ve never seen you not fully dressed. I want to take in the view.”
Oliver knew he was in okay shape. He’d never been much for the gym, but he tried to get out on his bike or go for a jog when he could. It wasn’t like he was sporting a defined six-pack or bulging biceps, but he was generally comfortable with how he looked. When he thought about Daniel’s body though, and how attractive all of his co-workers at the club were with their cut muscles and waxed chests, he wondered if Daniel would be disappointed. It was such a foreign feeling he almost didn’t recognize it. Normally, he wouldn’t think twice about what someone thought of him or his body. But Daniel? His opinion mattered, Oliver realized.
He finished unbuttoning his shirt and let it hang open, pausing to take stock of the moment. Daniel had sat down on the bed and now motioned for Oliver to come closer. He did, standing in between the man’s legs, looking down into his lust-filled eyes.
Daniel ran his hands up the bare skin of Oliver’s torso, causing him to break out in goosebumps. “Take this off, please,” he said as he slid his hands under the shirt onto his shoulders, pushing the clothing off.
Oliver let it slide down his arms and onto the floor, inhaling sharply when Daniel leaned forward and licked up his chest, flicking his tongue over a nipple.
“You are so stunning, Ollie.” Daniel reached for the button of Oliver’s jeans and Oliver nodded his head.
Within seconds, he was stepping out of them and standing there naked and erect, feeling oddly vulnerable and safe at the same time. He watched as Daniel took in the sight, and wondered what would happen next.
A moment later, Daniel bent down and ran his tongue up Oliver’s cock. “Oh, fuck.” He immediately wanted more, and Daniel didn’t make him wait. He engulfed half of Oliver’s cock with his hot, wet mouth, bobbing up and down with just the right amount of suction to bring Oliver embarrassingly close to the brink in less than a minute.
As tempting as it was to let the man keep going, he wanted something else. Reluctantly, he stepped back, his cock falling out of Daniel’s mouth. He pushed Daniel down on the bed and crawled on top of him, thoroughly kissing him while he worked up the nerve to make his request. Maybe it was too soon, he didn’t know. Didn’t really care either. He knew what he wanted.
Oliver rolled to the side and scooted up on the bed properly, and Daniel followed him, still fully dressed. They lay facing each other and Oliver reached out to cup Daniel’s cheek. “Will you fuck me? We haven’t really discussed preferences or anything, but god, Daniel. I want you to fuck me.”
Daniel grabbed Oliver’s cock and started lightly stroking it, playing with the head and driving Oliver crazy. “Yeah? You want to feel me inside you?”
Oliver moaned and let his head fall back. “Yes.” Thinking about it made him harder, his cock jerking under Daniel’s hand. He didn’t bottom often, but not because he didn’t like it. He rarely met anyone he felt like sharing that with, who he wanted to make that connection with. And with Daniel, he knew now without a doubt he wanted that from him.
“Ollie, you look so fucking gorgeous right now. I can’t wait to fuck you, it’s been on my mind since the first time we met.”
Oliver picked up his head to look at Daniel. “It has?” he asked, his confusion clear in his voice.
Daniel chuckled. “Are you kidding me? In the gift shop? You were adorable, all mad and grumpy and not falling for anything I tried to do to make you smile. Once I realized that man was you? Yeah, I wasn’t about to give up so easy.”
Oliver felt a smile on his face. “I’m glad you didn’t.”
“Me too. Now…” Daniel grabbed one of Oliver’s ass cheeks and squeezed. “I believe this is going to be mine.”
Oliver blushed at that. He’d given up trying to understand how this man had turned him upside down and just went with it.
“You should probably get naked.”
Daniel raised an eyebrow. “You think so, do you?”
He nodded. “I want to feel your skin on mine as you fuck me.”
The man’s eyes widened and he sucked in a sharp breath. “Fuck yeah,” he said as he exhaled.
Oliver gave his cock a couple strokes as Daniel hopped out of bed and stripped in three seconds. He grabbed condoms and lube out of the nightstand and tossed them on the bed, then stood there looking at Oliver.
“That is quite the sight. I could watch this for a while. Please continue.”
Oliver huffed and rolled over, arching his back and sticking his ass in the air. “Or you could come get this.” He felt the bed dip as Daniel climbed back on and got between his legs.
“Yeah, this works too. Fuck.” Daniel caressed his ass, and Oliver felt him slide a finger between his cheeks, running it over his hole. It felt like a jolt of electricity, reminding him all over again how long it had been since he’d done this.
Daniel grabbed the lube and Oliver waited with anticipation as Daniel’s fingers returned to his hole, slicked up and sliding around. He pushed back, eager to get on with what was to come.
“I’ve got you,” Daniel said, pushing the tip of one finger in while reaching down between his legs and fondling his balls. He slowly pushed the rest of his finger in until it was up to his knuckle and started moving it in and out.
Oliver could hardly stand it. “More,” he said with a moan.
Daniel quickly added another finger, and there was that burn and stretch Oliver loved so much. Oliver felt him grab his cock and start jacking it, and he was almost content to come just like that. More than anything, though, he wanted Daniel inside him.
“I’m ready,” he said, practically panting.
“Yeah? You sure you don’t want more prep?”
Oliver shook his head. “I like feeling it stretch me.”
“Fuck, Ollie. Okay, hang on.”
Oliver turned his head to watch Daniel roll on a condom and slick himself up before adding more lube to his hole. His eyes met Daniel’s, and he was sure the lust on his own face mirrored what he saw.
Daniel grabbed hold of his left hip and used his right hand to line his cock up with Oliver’s entrance. He stopped before entering him.
“Yes?”
Oliver nodded sharply. “Fuck yes. Now.”
He felt the head of Daniel’s cock pressing forward and did everything he could to get it inside him faster. When it finally pushed through Oliver’s tight ring of muscle, they both moaned loudly. Daniel steadily moved his hips until he was fully seated as deep as he could go, and he stayed there. Oliver had missed this exquisite feeling, and already never wanted it to end.
“You good?” Daniel asked, and he appreciated that the man was checking in with him, but he wanted more.
“So, so good. Now fuck me.”
Daniel chuckled. “Why am I not surprised to learn you’re demanding when you bottom?”
“I’m going to get really demanding if you don’t start moving.”
Daniel rocked his hips in the tiniest of motions. “Like that?”
He groaned. “Daniel. Please.”
Daniel leaned over him and pushed him flat on the bed, then lay completely on top of him. He wrapped an arm under one of Oliver�
�s shoulders and started pistoning his hips. “Since you said the magic word…”
Oliver had no idea what Daniel was talking about, and didn’t really care. Daniel’s cock felt so good, so perfect, sliding in and out and dragging along his nerves, rubbing over his prostate. The motion made his own dick move against the comforter, and the somewhat rough feel of the fabric was completely working for him. If Daniel kept this up, he was going to come, and soon.
“Ollie, you feel amazing. Fuck.”
Daniel picked up his pace, and Oliver wanted to say something in return. Like, “So do you,” or “Please fuck me forever,” or “How are you so perfect?” But he couldn’t make words happen, too caught in the sensations created by Daniel’s cock and sweat-slicked skin sliding along Oliver’s back.
It wasn’t long before it was too much for him to take. “Daniel, I’m going to come,” he said between quick breaths.
Daniel reached under him and grabbed his cock, holding it firmly in his fist still slicked with lube. “Fuck my hand, Ollie.”
Fuck. Oliver moved his hips as much as he could, trapped as he was under Daniel, but it was enough. He exploded, his orgasm rocketing through him as he shot cum all over the bed and Daniel’s hand.
“Shit, shit, shit, I’m going to come too,” he distantly heard Daniel say before the man stilled inside him and moaned loudly. “Fuck, Ollie. Fuck.”
He nodded his head in agreement, or tried to, shivers still racing through his body. Daniel rested his head on Oliver’s shoulder, then kissed it and his neck before pulling out and rolling onto his side.
Oliver stayed where he was, right in the wet spot, his body feeling boneless. He might lie there for all of time, he thought, unable to remember ever feeling this content after sex.
Daniel kissed his shoulder again. “I’ll be right back.”
Oliver tried to smile at him, but he wasn’t sure he made it happen. He closed his eyes and felt himself drifting off. He didn’t want to fall asleep, he wanted Daniel to come back and do more delicious things to his body.
With a start, Oliver sat up. Dinner. He was supposed to cook dinner. He’d wanted to do something to make up for how he’d acted the night before, and instead, he’d abandoned the dish he was cooking for intense sex. Not that he was complaining, at all. He could only hope Daniel didn’t mind.
The man walked back into the bedroom, and Oliver drank in the sight of his naked body. It was even better close up, and he gestured for Daniel to join him.
Daniel settled in next to him, and Oliver rolled onto his side to see him better.
“Hey.”
That smile. Had he ever been so affected by one person’s smile?
“That was unreal. I don’t know how you move your hips like that, but damn, Daniel.” He scooted closer and draped an arm over the man’s hip. “Sorry dinner didn’t happen. I really did want to cook for you. I could probably throw something else together. Might not be as fancy though, so I don’t know how you feel about that.”
Daniel laughed. “We’ll figure out something. Take-out is always an option. I don’t know about you, but the thought of doing anything that involves getting out of bed sounds exhausting.”
Oliver couldn’t agree more. “If you’re sure?”
“I am. Besides, you can cook for me some other time.”
He ran his hand up and down Daniel’s back, loving how soft his skin felt where it led down to his ass. “Anytime, just say the word.”
Daniel leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss. “Stay the night?”
He realized there was nowhere else he’d rather be. “I’d like that.”
Chapter Seven
Daniel
What felt like two minutes after he had drifted off, snuggled against a warm and contented Oliver, Daniel was pulled out of sleep by the shrill sounds of a phone. He groaned and rolled over, wrapping his arms around Oliver.
“Too early for phone talkies,” he mumbled under his breath. If he didn’t open his eyes, this would turn out to all be a dream and he could go back to sleep with his new favorite person.
Oliver clearly did not have the same opinion. He wiggled out of Daniel’s grasp, and leaned down and kissed the sleepy Daniel on the head.
“Sorry, that’s my mom’s ringtone,” he said into the dark. The phone had stopped ringing but now Daniel was painfully awake.
“Patty? Is she okay?”
Oliver grappled with the jeans he’d been wearing the night before and found his phone. The illuminated screen penetrated the darkness enough so Daniel could see Oliver’s face. His beautiful, worried face.
The phone chimed with a voicemail and Daniel fumbled with the bedside lamp while Oliver held the phone to his ear. He listened for what seemed like an eternity while Daniel stared, attention rapt. Finally, Oliver dropped the phone and a look of agony crossed his face.
Daniel felt panic rolling in his stomach. “Ollie, what is it? What’s wrong?” When Oliver didn’t respond, Daniel put his hand on his shoulder. “Is she okay?”
That seemed to bring Oliver back to the present. He collapsed back onto the pillows. “The health inspector is going to be at the bakery this morning. My mom got a tip from someone she knows who works in his office.”
Daniel exhaled. “So Patty’s fine?”
Oliver nodded. “Yeah, for now, but she might have a heart attack if this doesn’t go well. Mom says this guy is a real pain in her ass, citing her for the tiniest infractions.” Oliver took a
deep breath. “Fuck.”
This was not how Daniel wanted to start today, not after last night. Oliver had fallen asleep with Daniel in his arms, and it had felt so right it’d nearly taken his breath away. Visions of coffee and breakfast and snuggles and more of the hottest sex he’d ever had flitted
across Daniel’s mind. Dealing with a health inspector certainly killed any of those thoughts. Well, maybe he could have all of those things tomorrow morning, and perhaps a whole lot of mornings after that.
Daniel looked at the time on Oliver’s phone. “How much time until the guy shows up?”
Oliver groaned. “He could come any time after six thirty, so maybe four hours?”
Daniel realized if he had been working tonight, he wouldn’t even be finished with his shift yet. Beside him, Oliver’s chest was starting to rise a little more rapidly, breaths more shallow. Daniel rolled over onto his knees and straddled Oliver’s thighs. He took his face in his hands and pressed a light kiss to his lips. Oliver stilled a little, so Daniel kissed him again. Daniel kept kissing him until his breath had evened.
“Okay, Ollie, listen to me.” Daniel rested his hands on Oliver’s shoulders. “I’ve seen your kitchen. It’s immaculate. You keep that place cleaner and more organized than Patty does.” With a growl he added, “If you ever tell her I said that, I will deny it to my dying day.”
The tiniest of smiles gradually appeared on Oliver’s lips.
“So, we’re going to get up, find clothes that don’t smell like sex, grab some coffee, and head down to Cakes. We can take care of any last-minute things to make sure we’re good for the inspector.” Daniel grinned. “I’ll even let you boss me around… I know you love that.”
Oliver smiled a real smile and leaned up to give Daniel a kiss.
“Thank you,” he said softly.
“For being awesome?” Daniel teased.
“Let’s start with awesome and go from there.”
Twenty minutes later, things were decidedly less awesome as Oliver and Daniel stood in the disaster area that was, at one time, Patty’s kitchen. Oliver was roaming around, completely silent, hands fisting his hair as he surveyed the damage. There were open and spilled ingredients everywhere, overflowing trash cans, and a pan of burned cupcakes — at least Daniel thought they were cupcakes — rested on a rack in an open wall oven. There were three sinks in the kitchen, and all three were filled to capacity with dirty dishes.
The mess wasn’t contained to the kitchen though. In the front of the
bakery, tables hadn’t been wiped down and now-stale bakery items still sat in the glass cases.
Daniel wasn’t normally one for panicking but this was not good. And Oliver was about two seconds away from a total meltdown. He just kept saying “how?” under his breath, over and over.
Daniel knew they didn’t have time for Oliver’s freakout at the moment, so he decided to step up. “Ollie… do you have any idea what happened here?”
Oliver’s head snapped up and he looked like he was going to resort to one of his bitter, cutting responses, but instead he hung his head. “No, I have no idea. Martin was responsible for closing last night.”
Oliver had called both Martin and Emily in the car on the way over to see if either would be able to come in early to help out, but neither had answered their phone.
“To be honest,” Oliver continued, “it doesn’t matter what happened.”
Daniel was shocked. “It doesn’t?”
Oliver laughed bitterly. “Not really. There’s no way we are going to be able to get this cleaned up enough in time to pass an inspection.”
“Come on, Olls. We can totally do this. You and I are a team.”
Oliver looked so defeated. “Yeah, we’re a team, but we’re not magic.” With that, Oliver shuffled into the kitchen, head held low, mumbling about getting started.
Daniel hated to see Oliver like that but didn’t know what to do. He grabbed a broom to start cleaning the café but suddenly had an idea and decided he could get much more done with his phone than with a broom.
Ten minutes later, as Daniel was frantically pulling day-old muffins from the display case, the bell above the door jingled and in walked the dream team. When Daniel had sent out his SOS text to the Cinnamen contact group in his phone, he had no idea what kind of support he would get, but he should have known — this ragtag group would do anything for Patty.
About a dozen of the Cinnamen staff were standing in front of him in various stages of dress. A few had come right from work and were in their bartending gear or jeans and T-shirts, still sporting body shimmer on their cheeks. Others were in sleep clothes, and had obviously come in from home, trading pajamas for aprons in order to help Patty.