Christian opened one bleary eye in confusion and glanced over at his boy friend.
"Im sorry Gregor, I don't think Christian can make it in today, he's quite ill"
Christian wasn't quite sure how Olli managed to coolly lie to his older brother, while his hand was securely locked around's Christian's cock and slowly pumping. It was almost too much and he moaned, appreciatively.
"Mmmm, yes a fever it seems."
Christian hadn't realized that they made alarms like this. Would've bought one ages ago, really. He grunted his approval at this particular methodology of a wake up call.
"Did you hear that Gregor? I'd better go, poor boy…. he's in so much pain."
Olli punctuated the last three words with a wicked twist of his hand that wrought another groan from the younger man. As Olli hung up the phone, Christian realized that Olli had another surprise for him. His hands were bound, and strapped to the bed.
Ah. So, he'd been tricked. He should have known, Olli usually got what he wanted, and it seemed he wanted something very badly.
He looked into his lover's green eyes, and watched a slow smile invade the full lips.
Olli, didn't stop or slow his movements, but leaned over and captured Christian's lips in his own, and the younger man wondered idly if people ever came from kisses alone, because just the barest touch of Olli's soft lips, and the hot swipe of his tongue had him, inexplicably, immediately rock hard.
"Olli, what are you doing?" he panted, fighting to keep his eyes open, as his hips moving of their own volition
"Are you crazy, oh God..I have work … Mein Gott…"
A low seductive chuckle, and another twist, and Christian hardly heard the answer before Olli released his grip on Christian and draped himself over the prone form below him, almost but not quite touching, increasing the body heat between them chest to chest, belly to belly, groin to groin
"Why, Christian," he breathed into a delicate ear, "I'm taking care of you" the quick stab of Olli's tongue against his ear was punctuated with the insistent brush of Olli's groin against his cock. Christian cursed silently. He didn't know what was worse, the sandpaper scrape of Ollis stubble, or the subtle friction of his boyfriend's clothes on his naked and rapidly heating body. When he felt Olli's hands twisting and pinching his nipples he cried out in protest but was muffled by his lover's mouth on his.
He was at his wits end, he pulled against the restraints, desperate to press himself fully against Olli, roll him over and push himself into that hot yielding flesh, he wrapped his legs around Olli's waist, and sucked on the warm invading tongue in his mouth.
"Now, Now, Christian, be good," Olli breathed shakily before biting the opposite an earlobe and soothing it with his tongue.
Christian's hands flexed against the restraints, futilely clawing at the air, but they stilled as Olli kissed his way down to Christian's neck, and sucked at the smooth throat. Olli's warm breath and wicked tongue caused Christian's eyes to swivel to the back of his head and he unconsciously rolled his hips as Olli played him like an instrument. Felt so good, It never failed, Olli's lips and his neck meant his surrender was a fait accompli. He shook and cried out incoherently as Olli laved one nipple than the other.
He felt more than heard the older man chuckle, and after another breathtaking kiss he felt the shock of cold air on his skin. Blue eyes snapped open
"Wait-Wha-"
"Relax Christian, I'm not going anywhere, not until we're good and done"
Christian did as he was told, and watched as Olli peeled off the skin tight white jeans, the ones Christian absolutely loved. He held his breath and locked eyes with Olli as his lover made a downright indecent show of wantonly caressing his own body. Christian felt his cock quiver and leak and suppressed a show of triumph at how it made Olli's breath hitch, those grey-green eyes darkening with unabashed lust.
"Christian",
he said, lazily stroking himself and taking in the sight of the younger man spread helpless before him.
He marveled at Olli, whose voice was almost perfectly even, completely belaying the rose flushed cock jutting out at almost a 90 degree angle from his body.
"Christian, we have a problem"
Christian's mouth went dry, he felt his heart stop. This was it, the dark nameless – no not nameless, named known and ignored – fear, and it was taking over.
He closed his eyes, and turned his head to the side. He felt his chest tightening, and a tingle in his throat. He couldn't bear to look at Oliver, not after this, not after being exposed like this, getting used, and confirming all of Christian's worst and buried suspicions.
"What Oliver," he bit out, still refusing to look the older man in the eye, feeling himself wilt in the face of his fear.
"What's my problem?" He let the sadness wash out, turning to his old friend anger to dry the tears forming in his eyes
"Hmm? We don't FUCK enough? I'm not good enough for you now? You're bored with me? What is this then? One last little ride and it's back to your ship, or your fucking Russian cop? What's the problem Olli, did Tom propose again? Changed your mind?! What are you playing at?!
He felt the mattress shift as Olli straddled him, and cursed his body for reacting to the traitor.
"This is the problem Christian, OUR problem" Olli grabbed his head and forced it straight. Christian knew that he couldn't contain the tears, so he opened his eyes and let them flow freely.
"This," Olli repeated gently, stroking his face and kissing the paths formed by his tears.
"What's wrong, Christian, talk to me, I..I need you to trust me."
Christian's heart skipped a beat, the look in Olli's eyes, the trembling lip.
"Where is all this coming from Christian, boredom? Tom?, I love you, you idiot, but you..you're shutting me out. I don't want to lose you, but you're shutting down."
"Free my hands," Christian intoned, swallowing back the thick tears that still threatened to escape, to abscond with all his secrets.
"You're right, we'll talk. And I'm not an idiot"
Olli looked doubtful for a long moment, but leaned back on Christian's hips and released his hands from the restraints. He reached out to stroke the side of his lovers face, and felt his heart constrict as Christian pushed his hand away.
"Get off."
Things were not going according to plan.