Page 78 of Ancient Obsession

After signing the agreement and paying the deposit, Oliver and Dave followed Cody and Demetrius back to Parson’s Hollow. They all went directly to Margie’s for dinner and to update her on the change of venue.

As they ate, Cody entertained them all with stories of recent jobs. A frog infestation in someone’s basement, with so much croaking, hopping, and slippery chaos, had them all in tears. Oliver’s limbs, his entire body, actually, felt loose and relaxed by the time they’d finished eating.

And there had been absolutely no talk of the mummy or murders or ancient fungal spores.

When they got back home, the moon was up and the crickets and frogs were singing her praises. Oliver followed Dave up the steps and inside their second-floor apartment. Once he’d shut and locked the door, Dave pulled him in close for a kiss.

“I’m really looking forward to being your husband.”

Oliver put his arms around Dave’s neck and pressed against him. The hard line of Dave’s erection was unmistakable, and Oliver raised his eyebrows. “I would say so if you’re already that amped up.”

They kissed, tongues slowly twining, heat building between them. Dave cupped the back of Oliver’s head, fingers strong and palm warm against his scalp. Oliver’s cock responded quickly, eager to be free of his briefs.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Dave whispered.

Oliver smirked. “Race you.”

They both laughed as he chased Oliver to the bedroom and grabbed him around the waist. They tumbled onto the bed together, their laughter quieting and Dave’s breath warm against Oliver’s cheek. Dave lay half on top of him, studying his face. Oliver ran a hand through his hair and down along the soft whiskers of his beard.

“So handsome.”

Taking his hand, Dave moved it down to his tented shorts. “So horny.”

“Let’s do something about that.”

Oliver kissed him, his tongue sliding past Dave’s lips as he squeezed him through his shorts. With careful movements, Dave removed Oliver’s glasses and placed them on the nightstand. When he rolled back into place, he resumed kissing.

They slowly removed pieces of clothing, applying a kiss now and then to a newly revealed body part until they both were naked. Oliver slowly stroked Dave, earning moans and grunts of appreciation. With a final, deep kiss, Dave shifted on the bed into a sixty-nine position.

“I love a thick, hot sausage in the evening,” Oliver said.

He ran the flat of his tongue up the hot length. The taste of sweat and skin made his mouth water. At the top, he pursed his lips around the soft, slick head and eased down over him. Dave groaned around his own mouthful, stroking as he sucked.

Closing his eyes, Oliver shut off his brain and focused on the long, solid shaft against his tongue, and the taste of pre already making him want the thick and salty final reward. He cupped Dave’s balls in one palm as he stroked in time with his sucking. When he reached the tip, he briefly tightened his lips and fingers before descending once again. Dave applied a similar technique to him, and the first waves of release started rolling in. Oliver kept his lips clamped tight, moving faster, climbing nearer to climax himself.

They came within seconds of each other, Dave spilling over first. A torrent of thick cum filled Oliver’s mouth, divinely briny. He swallowed it all, then lifted his head to cry out as he finished down Dave’s throat.

With soft kisses and licks, they cleaned each other up, the taste of Dave lingering on his tongue. Dave turned again, slower this time, and Oliver snuggled up against him, their skin still tacky with sweat. A yawn snuck up on him, and Dave immediately echoed it.

Dave kissed the top of Oliver’s head. With a sigh, he slipped into sleep.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Big hands clamped down on Dave’s shoulders, and strong fingers dug into his tight muscles. He dropped his chin to his chest, immediately surrendering to the massage. The music and voices blurred into a swirl of background noise as muscles loosened. His impromptu masseuse stopped much too soon and patted his shoulders. He rubbed his head with rough affection then settled into the chair beside him.

It was, of course, Cody. He appeared to be at least one drink over the legal limit as he slouched, manspreading into the next county and smiling.

“How you doing, little bro?”

“Doing okay. You good?”

“Fine as the pubes on a frog.”

Dave made a face. “That’s gross.”

“You’re gross.”

“So’s your mom.”