Fluff FEST!
Olli basked in the silence that overtook them. Christian's desperate breathing took ages to return to normal, and Olli couldn't hide the cocky smile that took over his face, knowing that he was responsible for creating this puddle of satiated happiness, otherwise known as Christian.
"Everything Ok?" Olli asked, when he felt Christian would be capable of answering, and when he felt he'd be capable of understanding the answer.
Christian responded with a shaky exhale and a subdued "Oh Mein Gott. I think so."
Olli watched carefully as Christian tensed and released his muscles, staring mindlessly at the ceiling, quiet and definitely avoiding Olli's eyes. With his lower lip caught between his teeth, Olli nervously reached out a hand to stroke Christian's cheek. He was startled when his finger came away with a little moisture.
"Christian, are you ok? Did I hurt you? Oh god, I'm sorry it was too much, wasn't it? I got carried away I didn't realize. I thought it was good, really." He'd never seen Christian cry before and tonight he'd seen it twice. In his less than charitable moments he'd often thought the man incapable of tears, but he knew better now. And he also knew that if he never saw it again it would be too soon. Seeing the odd wet glisten, and hearing the strange snuffling sounds in his throat filled Olli with a wild unbridled fear, and he hated himself for being the one who did this to him.
"Do you, um, do you want me to leave you alone?" He almost choked on the words, wrapped them in a ragged sigh as the hope that he'd never have to ask that again left him, and he waited numbly for Christian's answer. He hadn't slept in his own room since before the fight, but his clothes were still there, and it was just another one of those things that lived in the silent spaces between them. He didn't push and Christian never brought it up, but if Christian needed it he'd slink off to his cold hard bed no questions asked. He'd refuse Christian nothing tonight, and whereas before it had been more, he was quite petrified by the prospect that Christian would now demand less- of Olli, of everything, just to handle whatever was going on inside him.
"Olli, stop, I'm fine. Don't you dare go anywhere." Christian said, quietly, as he turned to haul Olli into his arms, sloppily wiping away his own tears. He felt Christian respond to his whimper of relief by tightening his hold. It was backwards, it wasn't supposed to be this way, he should have been the one comforting and holding Christian but instead he burrowed deeper into the sweat slicked chest, and let his fraying nerves repair themselves with every soft stroke of Christian's hands in his hair and with the miniscule sighs and twitches of sated muscle.
He'd settled on caressing Christian's side, and burying his nose in the taut skin of his abdomen, taking lung- fulls of his scent, sweat and musk and –inexplicably-cloves. He always smelled of cloves, something that had driven Olli crazy with want the first time he'd realized. He looked up when Christian shifted them on to their sides, tangling their legs together, pulling Olli back up to lay face to face on the pillow. Christian smiled at him, answering the unspoken question in Olli's eyes by grabbing hold of his hand and pressing it softly to his lips, and his heart.
"I didn't mean to scare you." He said so softly that Olli had to strain to hear even in the quiet of the bedroom. "It's just … that was crazy, you know?" Olli nodded, drawing a little closer, his palm pressed flat against the smooth chest.
"Crazy, good or crazy bad?"
"Good, definitely good. Really amazing, actually." Olli watched a barely perceptible blush intrude on his cheeks and Christian let out a little huff of incredulous laughter.
He licked at the feel of Christians breath whistling against his lips, slightly ashamed at the lust that still pooled in his belly at Christian's admission.
"Was I okay for you Olli?"
He smoothed out the wrinkled furrows in Christian's brow with his thumb, then kissed him softly on the lips.
"More than okay Chrissie." He smiled at the sigh of relief that ghosted past his lips, and just stared at Christian, tracing patterns with the pad of his thumb around Christian's nipple. Christian's hand caught his again, stilling the movement, and looking deeply into Olli's eyes.
"When I was a kid," Christian began, swallowing thickly and rubbing his calf against Olli's "my father would leave us for weeks at a time. He went God knows where to do his gambling and drinking. Gregor checked out of there as soon as he could, as often as he could and it was just me and mom."
Christian's grip on Olli's hand was almost painful now, but Olli didn't move an inch, silently willing Christian to continue. "I had no idea, you know, how sad she was because she always made me feel so happy and good." Olli winced as the grip on his hand got even tighter. "Sorry." Christian said sheepishly placing a kiss on the tips of his fingers. "I only ever felt safe with her. After she died, I was really alone. It's not that I didn't love my father, I did, but I was always taking care of him, hoping that he would just get it together one day. He never did and I was stuck with him, but I was always so alone."
"Oh Christian." Olli whispered, unable to bear the pain in his voice any longer. He gathered him into his arms, rocking him slightly and smoothing the fluffy blonde hair. Olli felt the lassitude slowly creep into Christian, but didn't let him go until Christian moved of his own accord to look at Olli again.
"I'm not alone anymore." He said, tracing Olli's jaw, and Olli could see the wonder and the joy at this curving the full lips into a slow easy smile.
"No," Olli whispered back fiercely "Definitely not. Never."
Christian's answering grin was huge, and Olli was slightly shocked to suddenly find himself on his back while Christian straddled him, peppering every available inch of bare flesh with feather light kisses. He laughed, until Christian lay flush against him, softly biting, licking and sucking at a sweet spot on Olli's neck that made his cock start to fill, and his heart pound.
"When are you going to move your stuff in here?"
Christian was practically purring the question into his ear now, and it wasn't helping the situation at all that his boyfriend was rubbing himself wantonly against Olli's thigh, punctuating every word with a tiny mewl of pleasure.
"God, whenever you want, tomorrow?" Olli answered grabbing Christian's hips to haul him even closer, his excitement multiplied because of the enormity of Christian's request.
"No, later tonight, ok?" Christian said before covering Olli's lips with his own.
"Are you sure ?" Olli asked when Christian let him up for air.
"Yeah, really sure. I'd ask you to do it right now but I want to…um, I need you to-"
Olli bit back a groan when Christian angled his ass to push insistently against Olli's straining erection.
"Fuck me again."
His voice was low and rough, and left no room for argument, and Olli, to his credit, wasn't even going to try to talk him out of it. They didn't move anything that night.
When Olli woke up the next morning, he reached instinctively for Christian and was surprised to find that side of the bed empty. He swung his legs over the edge, taking a moment to steady himself and shake his head ruefully. It was precisely at times like this that Olli was forcibly reminded of the age difference between he and his boyfriend. It was a thought that never failed to make him smile. He grabbed a pair of Christian's boxers off the floor to walk the short distance to his bedroom. Scratching absently at the nail marks Christian had left on his chest, he wondered if he'd have time to brew him coffee before he joining him in the shower. Olli swung open the door to his room whistling softly to himself, but the song fled at the sight that greeted him.
Christian sat cross-legged in the middle of his bed, piles of Olli's clothes folded neatly around him. He was staring intently at a little red book clasped loosely in his hands, and Olli knew, before he even looked up, the anger and confusion that he would meet in those eyes. Olli's throat clenched tight and he sagged against the doorframe defeated.
"Oliver. What the hell is this?" Christian's voice was quiet, but he flung the book with enough force to reverberate loudly in the sparse room. Olli covered his face with his hands, rubbing at his eyes, as if hoping to erase what was happening. But he knew he couldn't.
"I can explain." He said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. "Just let me explain, please? And then you can ask me whatever you want. Anything."
Christian sat silently, appraising Oliver for all of one minute before nodding his head once. Olli picked his journal off the floor and sat to face Christian, and to face the possible dissolution of his relationship.
You can blame Christian Mann for this ending :-/