Page 14 of Ancient Obsession

“If you use it, you’ll owe me twice as much.”

“I’ll remember that.” Oliver’s voice softened. “Thank you for being patient with me.”

“No thanks necessary.”

“I know, but still. You’ve been really good about giving me time and space to figure things out.”

“Happy to do it. So, you’ve got it all planned out?”

Oliver laughed. “Not even a little bit.”

Dave smiled. “I didn’t think so. But that’s okay.”

“Yeah, it is. Do you want me to put the pot pie in the oven on low?”

“How about in fifteen minutes? We can talk about our days, and then maybe I can collect on all these fees.”

“Are we going to play evil landlord and desperate tenant?”

“No,” Dave said with a laugh. “We’re going to play two handsome men who are really into each other’s bodies.”

“I like it when you’re inside my body.”

“Oh my God, are you trying to cause me to get a speeding ticket?”

“I mean, you’re an independent guy. I’m not about to tell you what to do.”

Dave shook his head. His body was definitely responding to Oliver’s teasing tone. “You’re trouble, that’s what you are.”

“I think you like being in trouble.”

“That’s it. Leave the pot pie in the refrigerator. I’ll eat afterwards.”

Oliver laughed. “Sir, yes sir.”

“You’d better be ready when I get there.”

“Oh, I will be. Drive safe.”

“You know it. Hey, babe?”

“Yeah?”

“I love you,” Dave said.

“I love you, too.”

Traffic ahead of him began to space out a little more, allowing Dave to speed up.

It took Dave less time than he’d anticipated to get home, and he practically sprinted up the steps to their apartment. There was no sign of Oliver in the living room or kitchen as he kicked off his shoes and set his backpack on the floor. Evening sunlight painted a golden hue across the living room and kitchen. Dust motes drifted through the slanted rays and a dog barked from a neighboring apartment.

Dave went briskly down the hall into the bedroom. He stopped just inside the door and stared. The blinds were drawn, and the small lamp on the chest turned on low. Oliver was on his hands and knees in the middle of the mattress, naked. His head was down and his ass up, giving Dave a perfect view of his firm cheeks covered with soft hair.

“Welcome home, honey,” Oliver said without looking around. “Your first course is ready.”

“Fuck yeah.”

Dave undressed as he crossed the room, dropping articles of clothing behind him. He leaned in to kiss each glute as he peeled off his socks. When he had stripped, he climbed onto the bed and walked on his knees into position between Oliver’s legs. He rubbed both cheeks before spreading them open and kissing the puckered muscle gently. Oliver’s moan was muffled by the comforter. The scent of their shower gel combined with Oliver’s musk made Dave’s cock pulse. He tightened his fingers on Oliver’s pale flesh, widening the crack of his ass, and used the tip of his tongue to trace the circumference of his hole.