Such A Bad Idea

Oliver should be suited up and ambushing Slade behind this warehouse and not walking in unarmed at a simple text from said man.

Kinky Things Happen Bingo Square - Face Fucking

Tags: Face Fucking, Season 2 Era, kneeling, oral sex, blow job, dirty talk, hair pulling, come swallowing, light Dom/sub

"This is such a bad idea," Oliver muttered to himself as he double-checked the address on his phone as he ducked behind the warehouse that he used for his welcome home party that Tommy had thrown for him. He should be suited up and ambushing Slade, not walking in unarmed and bare-faced at a simple text from said man.

"I knew you were smart enough to show up and not try some ill-thought-out ambush attempt," Slade smirked from where he was leaning against the back wall of the warehouse, barely visible under the flickering streetlights overhead.

"It's not like you are giving me much choice, holding my family's lives over my head." Oliver gritted out, hating how good the older man looked in his tight jeans tucked into combat boots with a matching leather jacket stretched over his board shoulders.

"That just proves how smart you've become since we last saw each other, but not smart enough to avoid the temptation of coming to see me again." Slade had his hands shoved in his jean pockets as Oliver walked closer until only a few inches separated the two.

"There is no temptation." Oliver lied through his teeth, hating how his body heated up as memories flashed through his mind of how the two had spent some quieter moments on the island together.

"You're still not a good liar, not to me at least." Slade chuckled gruffly as he closed the last bit of space between them.

"Tch," Oliver grunted before he went still when Slade's large, calloused hand cupped his cheek and his thumb pressed at his lower lip.

"Have you missed me, pretty boy?" Slade lowered his voice as his eyes darkened as he raked them up and down Oliver's body.

"No," Oliver lied again, he did miss Slade but the Slade he missed was the one before they lost Shado before everything went to hell.

"So you've managed to find a new man to fill your desires?" Slade growled, eyes glinting dangerously at the idea of Oliver being with someone else.

"I haven't," Oliver said, completely truthful for once and something in Slade relaxed for a moment.

"Of course, you haven't, that would ruin the dumb playboy image that you're trying so hard to hang onto. It must be exhausting, I bet you want nothing more than for someone to put you on your knees and make your mind go empty." Slade pushed his thumb into Oliver's mouth, breathing in deeply when Oliver on reflex sucked at the thumb before he stopped himself.

"If I do, it wouldn't be you." Oliver pulled his head back before grunting when Slade grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him back in.

"It would only ever be me," Slade growled as he dug his fingers into the sides of Oliver's neck. It was slightly painful and it made Oliver's knees go weak, he remember this sort of pain and what used to follow it back on the island.

"Right now, we are just Slade and Oliver from the island. Right here, right now, nothing has changed." Slade offered and Oliver's breath caught in his throat at the offer and how much he wanted it.

"Only this one time, only for right here and now," Oliver stated firmly, hating himself for giving in to this weakness but now that he was confronted with it, he craved it more than anything.

"Only for right here and now," Slade swore and grinned sharply when Oliver slowly sank to his knees in front of him. Slade chuckled as he worked open the front of his jeans, his cock already half-hard when he pulled himself out. Slade grabbed a handful of Oliver's short, dirty blond hair and pushed his cock between Oliver's lips in a practiced move.

"There we go pretty boy, that feels better doesn't it?" Slade crooned as he tilted Oliver's head back as he lazily rocked his hips, watching his cock slide in and out of Oliver's mouth with slick ease.

Oliver closed his eyes, refusing to look at Slade but he couldn't deny how good it felt to be kneeling in front of the older man with his mouth full of cock again. Oliver fisted his hands on his thighs to stop himself from clinging to Slade's thighs or belt loops and swallow more of the older man's cock down.

"Don't act so shy Oliver, we both know what a hungry cock slut you are," Slade reminded Oliver that he knew exactly what Oliver wanted when he got Slade's cock in his mouth.

Oliver swallowed around Slade's cock as he slowly uncurled his hands and hooked his fingers into the belt loops on Slade's jeans and knelt up higher, properly sucking the older man's cock with a deep blush on his cheeks.

"There's the Oliver I remember," Slade chuckled before he moaned as Oliver began to bob his head back and forth, letting Slade's cock slide over his tongue and bump against the back of his throat every so often. Slade cupped the back of Oliver's head with a groan as he pushed his hips forward, sheathing his cock fully inside of Oliver's warm, wet mouth.

Oliver moaned obscenely around the cock in his mouth, resisting the urge to open his eyes and look up at Slade. With his eyes closed and Slade's cock heavy on his tongue, he could pretend that Slade was still sane and they were still together back on the island before everything got all twisted up.

"Fuck," Slade grunted lowly as he double over Oliver's head, hips stuttering and cock pulsing and balls drawing up. Oliver went to pull away but Slade held him in place with a growl.

"Swallow it, I know you can," Slade ordered before he tossed his head back with a loud cry as he came, shooting his release down Oliver's throat. Oliver swallowed as fast as he could, some cum dripping from the corners of his mouth as he couldn't swallow all of it. Oliver gasped and sputtered when Slade pulled his head back and off of his cock.

"I love how you look after sucking my cock," Slade admitted lowly as he took in the flushed skin and swollen lips with traces of his cum.

"Slade… Please just leave town, leave all of this and me behind." Oliver rasped out, still unable to look at Slade.

"You know I can't do that pretty boy, I'll be seeing you soon," Slade promised as he stepped away, tucking his spent cock back into his jeans.

By the time Oliver forced himself to open his eyes, Slade had slipped away into the darkness of the night. Leaving Oliver alone on his knees and with a painful erection in his jeans, yet Oliver couldn't bring himself to jerk himself off feeling both guilty and sad.

"This was such a bad idea," Oliver muttered to himself as he rubbed his hands over his flushed face.