AN: Obviously building this backward and this happens before the events in the last chap.
"Christian, just say the word, and I'll stay."
Olli waited expectantly. He watched Christian slowly and methodically peeling the potatoes and idly wondered where he'd have to take cover when Christian's ever simmering jealousy caused him to fling the produce at his face.
"No Olli, it's fine." Christian said, biting his lower lip, anxiety rolling off him in waves, "Just be careful?"
No throwing, instead he took off his apron, dusted his hands and walked over to Olli, his face scrunched in thought. It was a look that to Olli was incredibly precious, but he wouldn't dare tell him that. He graciously allowed his musical-loving, pony-book reading boyfriend, his manly dignity.
"For the last time, Christian, Rob isn't some underground criminal mastermind, it's strictly business, I promise. I can't pass up this opportunity."
He watched the blonde brows furrow further, and Christian ruffled his unruly hair sighing heavily.
"I know all that Olli, believe me. It's just, I really really don't trust the guy. There's something off about him. I won't deny that between the two of you No Limits is doing unbelievably well. But I can't shake this feeling. I trust my gut, and my gut tells me he's no good."
"Well, maybe you should stop eating that canned pesto." Olli quipped, stepping in lightly to pull his sullen boyfriend into his arms. "Then you could stop hallucinating about talking body parts."
"Ho ho ho, Olli, but I'm being serious. Be careful, please? For me?"
Ah, that little thread of uncertainty in Christian's voice was a drug to Olli. Empirical proof that in some things, at least, Christian needed him as much as he needed Christian. It was that voice, among other things, that made him rest his head in the space between Christian's neck and shoulder at night. It made him wrap Christian tight in his arms and count the slow even way his chest rose and fell in sleep, while Olli fought to contain the almost fearsome amount of joy he felt. Sometimes he was sometimes a little frightened of the fact someone had so easily wrapped him around their little finger, it was usually the other way around
"Of course," he said smoothly, "anything for you, anything. Besides, how can I resist you when you make that face?"
Olli watched his expression thaw and melt into mischief, relieved that the beast of Christian's jealousy was at least momentarily appeased.
"Just try," Christian said with a rakish waggle of his eyebrows
Moving closer, he sighed as Christian linked his hands together behind him, running his fingers through Olli's newly shorn locks.
"Nope, impossible." He said, and moved to kiss the one upturned corner of Christian's mouth, then the other, deciding it would be rude to leave it unattended.
" By the way, have I ever told you you're cute when you're nervous?"
"No, but it doesn't matter, you always think I'm cute." Christian whispered, brushing his lips softly against Olli's, before catching him off guard with a teasing bite. That was all it took to send a little frisson of heat coursing throughout. He assented softly with a "hmmm" before pushing Christian back against the door and kissing him properly. The combination of the sweet softness of Christian's tongue, and the hard heat of Christian against his thigh was making him breathe just a little unevenly.
"By the way, have I ever told you that you're so easy?" Christian, chuckled as he ran a possessive hand down Olli's back, his hand burning through the denim as he kneaded his ass.
Olli didn't even try to answer, he'd heard it a million times and had to admit, he probably was a little easy. It was hard not to be when his boyfriend was pulling him closer to nip and taste the skin of his neck, and when the languid flicks of his delightful tongue were reducing him to soft sighs.
"Christian, you're going to leave a mark." he mumbled softly, sliding his fingers under the t-shirt across taut muscled skin and up to slide his thumb over one nipple. That earned him a tiny grunt, and judging by how Christian's eyes wouldn't stay open, it looked like he wasn't the only easy one.
"How much time do we have?" Christian asked, low and husky in a tone of voice that Olli knew well, a tone he would not bother resisting.
He grunted softly, carding his fingers through Christian's silky hair and pressing forward to cause more stimulating friction against his front When Christian attacked his neck and left the much –feared mark, Olli's only protest was to clutch the man tighter to him and throw his head back, panting with the sensation.
"Christian" he sighed "Let me, let me-"
Olli wasn't sure what he was trying to ask, he was too distracted by Christian's steady stuttering hips and the hand that had somehow managed to insinuate itself between Olli's ass and underwear.
"What? What do you want Olli?" Christian had the aggravating ability to maintain some semblance of his control. Fortunately, Olli had one surefire counter to that.
"Let me suck you." He whispered, triumphant at the irrepressible shiver he felt underneath his hands.
"Yeah, ok, yes." And Olli heard the subtle change in Christian's voice, the mellow tenor turning raspy as he stroked the side of Olli's cheek, watching in rapt fascination as Olli lowered himself to his knees.
Olli knew he'd never get tired of the awe in Christian's face whenever he did this, the slight trace of vulnerability overlaid with want overlaid with love. Christian never looked away, even as he grew larger thrusting with nearly reckless abandon, Olli's name a litany issuing forth from his flushed lips. Christian never looked away until he threw his head back shouting. He kept eye contact until the spasms from his orgasm wracked his body, enervating him even after Olli had swallowed everything and had flowed back up to kiss him with soft hot lips that tasted-
A sudden knock on the door drew their attention and Olli felt Christian tense as their ears were assaulted with heavy accented English.
"Hey Ol? You home? I waited for you downstairs but Miri said you were probably still up here. How about opening up for Ol' Rob?"
"Yeah, just, just hold on!" Olli called, his voice still hoarse from Christian.
Christian's strength seem to flow back, if the vehemence with which he tucked himself in and stalked to the door was any indication. Olli met his eyes and his own widened as Christian looked pointedly at his crotch. He was still hard as a rock, no way Rob wouldn't see it.
"Olli," Christian said quietly as he walked to the door "Be careful tonight, ok? "
Olli nodded, trying to think of anything that would calm him down and settled on an image of Charlie and Justus in flagrante delicto. It worked a little bit.
"Hey Chris! What's up!" Rob said, blessedly in German, clapping a hand on Christian's shoulder. Christian brushed out of the man's grip, and stood at the door, refusing to let him in.
"Hey Robbie" Christian smiled through tight white teeth that did nothing to conceal his barely repressed malice. "Olli will be out in a minute." He shut the door rudely in Rob's face and walked back to Olli.
"Christian you didn't have to be-" Christian's rudeness knew no bounds evidently because he silenced Olli with a bruising kiss before resting his forehead against Olli's.
"Come home soon." He said, raggedly, touching his lips to the burgeoning bruise on Olli's neck.
"I will, I will" Olli said, "but you're not helping the situation you know!"
"I'm sorry" Christian responded with a tone of smug superiority. Olli rolled his eyes, he really would have to take his boyfriend down a peg or two, his hubris was getting out of hand now.
Olli was heading over to the apartment door when a soft "Olli?" stopped him in his tracks.
He turned and watched Christian shuffling his feet, head bowed until a timid "Love you." came out. Olli sometimes forgot, just how much of Christian's swagger was bravado. In reality, Christian was in constant need of reassurance, and he thrived on Olli's attention, craved it like a drug. One which Olli was only to happy to provide. After all, it was nice to be needed, and at any rate, the feeling was more than mutual.
He walked over smiling, pulling Christian to him, and pulling his head down to it's favorite crook in the juncture of Olli's shoulder and neck.
"Love you, more, Chrissie." He pulled back to look Christian in his eyes and shook a mocking finger at him "But that doesn't mean you can get away with doing this to me!" He said, pointing at his still hard dick. Christian laughed and hugged Olli tighter before turning him around to face the door.
"Never again, versprechen."
"Yeah, where have I heard that before?" Olli winked over his shoulder as he opened the door to Robert.
"C'mon Ol, let's go my contact is going to be leaving in half an hour. Tschüss Chris!"
Olli thought it would be best not to get a look at the death glare he was positive Rob was receiving from Christian, and closed the door behind him.
He was a little taken aback to se that Rob hadn't moved from his spot, but was instead standing in Olli's space, his eyes appraising and warm.
"Looks like I interrupted some fun between you and your man?" He said quietly, as his eyes flitted to the mark on Olli's neck, then down further and further. Olli felt himself burning under the blatant scrutiny. Rob didn't wait for an answer, instead he moved a little closer, removed a small square napkin from his jacket pocket and held it in front of Olli. Still looking down he said softly, "You have dust on your knees, you'll want to take care of that I think."
Olli flushed a deeper crimson as he grabbed the cloth and took care of his pants. He handed it back to Rob, swallowing loudly and asked, "Better?"
"Much," Rob said quietly, his fingers grazing Olli's as he took back the napkin. "And if you need help with anything else, please let me know, his gaze resting squarely on the noticeable tent in Olli's slacks. Olli watched him stride away confidently, tucking the napkin back into his front pocket, and briefly wondered if he should just play sick turn around and go back to Christian.
"C'mon Ol, time is wasting."
He shook himself mentally and shifted tried to relieve some of the aching pressure in his groin before following Rob down the stairs and out of the flat –share. He could handle this. He'd be fine.