xoxo
X
Sitting in her living room watching Ryan's interview with Curtis Pryce for the millionth time, Olivia sips from her wine glass while eating popcorn out of the large bowl in her lap. She smiles, watching Ryan. He's inspiring, dedicated, and capable. He's someone she looks up to, being the antithesis of everything she is. But she knows she'll find her way again.
Until her sabbatical, she felt she needed to loathe Ryan and have some unspoken, completely fabricated issue with him because of her father and her insecurities and jealousy. But after spending time with him, working with him, and getting to know him on her own accord, she sees a lot of herself in him, a lot of what she misses being, a lot of light.
Aside from that, she's come to terms with him being her younger brother. Since they've been in each other's space, he's proven to be more of a family than the people she was surrounded by since her break up with Fitz, which alone is enough. It also helps that they're fighting for the same thing. Positive change.
Moving the bowl of popcorn to the table, she grabs her phone and decides to call him. She's nervous, but still, he's also the only friend she has right now, and she's feeling very conversational after seeing him on television. It rings a few times before he picks up.
"Liv, hi. Is everything okay?"
"Everything is good." She clears her throat, setting her wine glass on the table. "Am I interrupting?"
"No, you're fine. I'm just making my way to dinner to meet Danny and mom."
"That's nice." She smiles. "Has she always been this supportive?"
"Yeah." He chuckles. "If she weren't . . . I'd be a lost cause."
"What about your dad? What's he like?" She inquires.
"Sane."
She bursts into laughter, as does he. "Can we share?"
"Of course. My dad would welcome you with open arms."
"How does Olivia Lewis sound? Has a ring to it."
"And ruin the iconic name that is Olivia Pope? Not." He laughs. "However, Olivia Lewis-Pope might give the girls a run for their money."
"I love that."
"Too bad I just thought of another name."
"Lay it on me." She chuckles, popping a few kernels into her mouth.
"Olivia Carolyn Lewis-Pope Grant." He snickers. "For when you get married to the man of your dreams."
"I-" She chuckles, tucking her bottom lip between her teeth at the mention of Fitz's last name attached to hers. "Fitz and I are not getting married."
"Oh, come on!" He laughs, not believing her for a second. "Even with me in the office, you two couldn't help but gravitate towards one another. You know what I call that?"
"Undiagnosed delusion?" She quips playfully.
He snickers. "If I called you out of your name, would I be wrong?"
"Wouldn't be the first time someone did." She laughs.
"You make a good point." He chuckles.
"Anyways, I would call that . . . love. And that's coming from someone on the outside looking in. Not only were you two making heart eyes at each other since he arrived at QPA with me, but the tension between you two in the oval was like nothing I've ever felt. It was palpable."
She smiles, her gaze focusing on nothing in particular.
"It's just— I don't know." She emits a soft sigh. "No matter where I go or who I'm with, he'll always be the standard for me. I'll always fall into his orbit."
"He has your heart."
"He does." She agrees. "Do you think I'm an idiot for still wanting him? After our tumultuous and tempestuous relationship?"
"No, but is that really how you see your relationship with him?"
The question sends a chill down her spine, prompting her to shift on the couch uncomfortably.
"No." She's honest. "It's painful, difficult, devastating, life-changing, extraordinary love wrapped up with a bow."
"And it's everything you dreamed of."
"It is everything I dreamed of."
"Do you still love him?"
"With everything in me." She smiles, "but we can talk about boys another time if you're up for it."
"I'm always up for that." He chuckles. "What's on your mind?"
"I just wanted to thank you for helping me with the case. If it weren't for you, I don't think it would've gone the way it did."
"It would have because you're Olivia fucking Pope, but I'm glad I was able to help. We work well together."
"We do." She smiles. "I also want to thank you for having that talk with me and allowing me a chance to show you that I'm not the monster I've been showing." Her voice trails off.
"Thank you for showing me forgiveness for everything I've done."
"Everyone deserves a chance to redeem themselves. I harbor no ill will towards you. We all have monsters, but that doesn't mean we can't use them for good." He continues.
"As I said when we talked, you are one of the most beautiful, intelligent, and formidable women I have ever met. Never forget that."
She's never felt so relieved. The forgiveness Ryan's shown Olivia has been an eye-opener allowing her to see things clearly for the first time in months. She wasn't right, everyone knew this while she pushed it away, but now that Olivia does know and is standing her ground, she plans to make the best of it no matter what obstacles come her way.
"Okay, and Ryan?"
"Yeah, Liv?"
"Will you tell everyone I said hi?"
"Of course, I will." He smiles. "Enjoy the rest of your night, maybe . . . I don't know, call Fitz."
"I don't think-"
"Bye!" He laughs, ending the call before she can finish her sentence, leaving her feeling flustered at the mention of his name.
Looking at her phone screen with a smile, she takes Ryan's advice and calls Fitz. It rings once before he picks up.
"Hi." His rich baritone whispers, a grin gradually manifesting on his features.
"Hi." She smiles. "I'm sorry to call, but I have a half-eaten bowl of popcorn and a just-opened bottle of wine, and I wondered if you wanted to come over and have that drink. If you aren't too busy running the world."
He smiles at the gesture. "Well, that depends. What kind of popcorn is it?"
"Lightly salted." She chuckles. "Extra butter. A hint - just a small hint of caramel."
"Consider me sold." He chuckles. "I'll finish up here and come over, okay?"
"Okay. See you soon."
"See you soon."
X
Sitting at a table inside The Dabney, a restaurant of Danny's choice, he and Maya sit opposite each other while waiting for Ryan to arrive. They're engaging in small talk, but Maya's inquisitiveness overwhelms her.
"I know we're supposed to wait for Ryan to show, but I can't contain my curiosity, mystery man." She moves her hair over her shoulder, grabbing her glass of wine and taking a small sip.
Danny chuckles. "I'm an open book. Ask anything you want."
"Oh, I will." Leaning over the table. "Is this some game you're playing with my son? Some sort of false attachment to get to where you want to be?"
"Not at all." He smiles, interlacing his fingers atop the table, gaze focusing on hers.
"There is no hidden agenda when it comes to your son. I'm not some leech trying to use his name to propel me to some desired place because I'm already there. And I got there on my own. My relationship with him is far from a game. You can rig a game to get the results best suited for you, but love isn't one of those things. Love happens, and it happened with Ry."
She smiles, eyes narrowed, a soft hum. "You're in love with him?"
"I am." He confirms with a nod, a sparkle in his eyes. "I haven't told him, but I am."
"Why?"
"To the world, he's Ryan Lewis. The ghost of D.C. He's the man who makes things happen, but I never saw him like that. Don't get me wrong, I love watching him work and hearing about it, too, but he's simply Ryan Lewis to me." He continues.
"He's the man who brightens my day. He treats me like a human being and shows me, along with everyone else in his life, what it means to be good. I've never met anyone like him, and I do my best to tell him that when we're together." He smiles.
"He's intelligent, funny, breathtaking, warm, everything. And I am the luckiest man in the world."
She's pleased with his answer, finding her eyes welling with tears. It's a big deal to her because, for the first time, a white man speaks of her son in an uplifting manner without fetishizing him. Maya appreciates the notion.
"You truly love my son." She wipes her eyes quickly. "I took so much care when I raised him, and you see him for everything I raised him to be. That makes me happy."
"I'm glad, Maya." He smiles. "Your son is important to me. I would never do anything to hurt him."
"Which leads me to this. What is the end goal for you and Ry?"
"I plan to marry him if everything goes well." He's sincere. "It's not an end goal, however. It's a stepping stone. To me, end goals don't exist in relationships because there should never be an end in mind. Most people build a relationship by making it to some metaphorical ending when the goal should be to keep each other happy daily." He smiles.
"That's the end goal for Ryan, to let our relationship play out day by day. He knows I'm in it for the long haul, and he's the one for me since I first laid eyes on him. He knows that. I have a sense f security knowing that. I also wouldn't mind having a house together, a family, should he want kids. There's more, but I'll stop there." He chuckles.
Maya smiles. "And does he know any of this?"
"Outside of us getting a house together, I haven't divulged my plans to him, but he will know soon."
"Good. Whenever you feel the time is right, tell Ry your feelings. I know he's good at understanding, so you may not have to say it. However, I think it'll benefit you both if you tell him. He needs to see those gorgeous gray eyes and see that he means as much as you say he does."
"Okay." A nod, taking her words to heart. "I won't let you, nor will I let him down. He's one thing I don't play about, and I'd never do anything to jeopardize what we have."
"That's what mama likes to hear." She smiles. "I was worried that you were an asshole, but I can tell you mean what you say."
He chuckles. "I used to be an asshole, so that's an accurate assumption, but I've learned much since then. Being an asshole didn't bring me happiness, so I changed."
"I'm glad you did." She finishes off her glass of wine. "Ryan likes you. He's never liked anyone this much."
"Really? Why not?"
"Chile, they weren't good enough for him, and he's not one to give second chances. He's barely one to give first chances." She chuckles.
"I guess I am lucky."
"Indeed, you are. Don't squander it, Danny."
"I promise you . . . I won't." He assures.
Dressed in an all-black Alexander McQueen tartan-pocket cotton-denim shirt, strap-detail stretch cotton jeans paired, and harness leather hiking boots, Ryan enters the restaurant. He carries a contrast-strap logo-print leather pouch from the same designer, and his diamond earrings and necklace shine under the lights, as does his wavy hair.
He checks in with the hostess, and she directs him to the table where Maya and Danny are sitting. With a small smile to thank her, he makes his way to them, garnering smiles, blown kisses, and even a few screams, to which he responds by gently touching their shoulders, winking, or simply smiling back. He's not used to the attention, so it shocks him.
Danny and Maya rise to their feet with smiles to greet him. It's exciting seeing them together, evident by the smile on his lips.
"You're late," Danny says, teasing him, pulling Ryan in, and hugging him. He presses a kiss upon his cheek. "We kind of started without you."
"I know, I know." He chuckles, setting his pouch on the table as he moves over to Maya, pulling her in and hugging her. "Traffic is horrible during this time of night."
"We're glad you made it." She chuckles, squeezing him tightly before taking her seat. "We're drinking your favorite. A 1961 Château Canon-La Gaffelière."
"Oh, yes. Perfect. I didn't know you were a wine drinker." He glances at Danny, who pulls Ryan's chair out for him.
"I dabble sometimes." He smiles, watching as Ryan takes his seat before taking his own. "You look amazing, as always."
"Thank you." He smiles. "As do the both of you."
"Thank you." Maya and Danny say simultaneously.
"So," he grabs the stem of the wine glass, taking a small sip. "Oh, that's good. What did I miss?"
X
Her microwave beeping fills the kitchen as she grabs another wine glass from the cabinet, preparing for Fitz's arrival. She's nervous, heart and mind racing, palms sweating, but butterflies are also wreaking havoc in the pit of her stomach. So surreal.
Setting the glass on the kitchen counter, she grabs the empty bowl of popcorn and discards the kernels into the trash, tired of her microwave's constant beeping. Pressing stop on the microwave, she retrieves the bag of freshly popped popcorn and opens it into the bowl.
Discarding the bag into the trash, she opens a fresh bottle of her favorite Bordeaux, filling Fitz's glass perfectly. She didn't bother filling hers, seeing as she still has a nice amount and didn't want to over drink and do something she'd regret. After all, it's just two friends hanging out.
Right?
There's a knock on the door, and her heart sinks into her stomach.
He's here.
Grabbing the bowl of popcorn and glass of wine, she makes her way to the living room, setting it on the table and making her way to the door. She doesn't even bother looking out the peephole, unlocking the door, and opening it.
"Hi." He says with a smile.
She smiles back. "Hi."
They stand there for a minute, drowning out the silence, only focusing on each other's eyes. Their lips part, craving to taste the familiar yet invigorating taste they've been accustomed to since they first met, but they don't make a move. They move in sync, stepping closer to one another, hearts bursting like fireworks in the darkest of skies.
The pull is inescapable.
"Come in." She steps aside, allowing him to enter her place, closing the door behind him. "I'm glad you came."
"So am I." He turns to face her, glancing down at the wine and popcorn. "Looks delicious. Although, I'm not much of a wine drinker."
"I'm sure it will suffice for the night." She chuckles, walking over to the table, grabbing the glass she poured for him and her own. "Here." She hands him the glass.
"Thank you," He takes the glass, "Should we make a toast?"
"What are we toasting to?"
"To intertwining roads and positive change." He raises his glass.
"To intertwining roads and positive change." She repeats.
They clink glasses before taking small sips of the wine, setting their glasses back down on the table. There's so much they want to say and do; they don't know where to start. With their eyes locked on one another, they search for the tiny spark that burns as hot as the sun, letting them know that there's still hope even after their end.
There it is.
"Do you want to sit down?" She asks, doing her best not to succumb to his presence.
"No." He steps closer to her, his gaze wandering over her.
"Then what do you want?" She inhales sharply, unable to catch her breath.
"The question is, what do you want?"
She wants to step away but can't. Fitz's orbit draws her in, and there's no way out. She swallows hard, feeling a stirring in her loins that makes her knees weak. It's been so long since she's experienced his presence overwhelm her to this degree.
She yearns for him.
She wants him.
And she's completely naked underneath her robe.
So, without more thought, Olivia cups his face in her hands. She admires his features, succumbing to the voice in her head and kissing Fitz with a hunger that consumes them both. The kiss is slow and sweet, and she relishes the feeling of his lips on hers.
Fitz wraps Olivia in his arms, securing her against his muscular frame. This feeling is even better than they hoped it would be, and an inescapable desire looms over them. They've been depriving themselves for so long that they can finally receive.
The warmth of Olivia's body flush against his elicits a groan to spill through his lips as they kiss. Wandering hands trailing up her frame, Fitz slips one inside her robe, feeling her supple breast greet him with an aroused nipple. So, he doesn't hesitate to tend to the other one.
Olivia moans, feeling Fitz's erection pressing into her stomach. Her hands find his back, gripping the fabric of his coat as his hands tease her nipples, pinching them between his fingers. He smiles into the kiss, his tongue gaining access to hers— the faint taste of wine overwhelming him. He's never been a wine drinker, and he'll die on that rock, but he'll drink her forever with her taste mixed in. A mixture of sweetness and tart sets his body ablaze, and she can feel it.
His hands depart from her breast and find the curve of her back, keeping her against him. She can feel every pulse of his erection beyond the fabric of his pants. He's rock hard for her, and to ease her curiosity regarding how he looks naked, she begins to undress him— eager to feel him.
Her hands glide down his back to the waistline of his pants. In typical Olivia fashion, she unbuckles his belt within seconds and zips them down. The pressure release that constricted his erection elicits a groan from Fitz's lips, and he walks her to the couch, removing his coat.
Olivia chuckles when the back of her legs hits the arm of the couch, peeling back to get a good look at Fitz, who hasn't stopped looking at her since his arrival. She smiles, and he returns the gesture with a smile of his own. His hands find her waist and her hands find his biceps.
"Are you sure?" He asks, lust consuming him as he lifts her and coaxes her legs around his waist.
"I'm sure." She confirms with a nod, placing a hand upon the nape of his neck. With her gaze burning with uncontrolled passion, she slips a hand into his pants and wraps her hand around his cock.
Fitz hisses in pleasure, crashing his lips against hers. His erection pulses in her hand, and he finds himself aroused beyond normal as he lays her down on the couch. His weight presses her into the cushions that conform to her body as her back arches for him.
He can feel the heat rising from her cunt, which readies him to be in her oasis again, his home outside his home. Peeling back, Fitz removes his shirt, his body so monumental that Olivia whimpers at the sight of him. He's a modern-day Adonis and here to claim what's his.
Olivia's hands scour his body as if it were her first time seeing him in all his glory. Her hips rut against his feeling his cock tap against her covered cunt. Fitz smiles at the sight. She's needy for him, and he can tell from the wetness consuming her floral-pink thong. She's beyond ready.
He kisses her, towering over her, using the couch to keep his chest from touching hers. She moans into the kiss, and her legs wrap around his thighs. His fingers trail up her inner thigh to her oasis, rubbing her through her panties, feeling her wetness engulf his fingers.
"Put it in for me."
Her eyes roll into her head, and whimpers spill from her lips against his. The slight pressure between her legs builds, and her need for him intensifies. Every part of Olivia aches for him as her nectar coats his fingers even more, and he's mesmerized by the sight and feeling. There's no more time to waste, and Fitz quickly lets her know by ripping her panties off.
Her moans and whimpers have always been a constant song he enjoyed on loop, and this is no different. The only difference is that he hasn't given into the desire fully yet. Olivia yearns, for him, admiring his entirety before her gaze focuses on his cock. It's the biggest, thick and hard, with the tip curving upward. He needs her, evident by his essence coating his engorged tip.
It's time.
Obliging his demand, Olivia guides his erection to her entrance and pushes him inside her. She attempts to stop herself from whimpering to no avail, letting the sounds of pleasure fill the atmosphere. Fitz groans, feeling Olivia's silky oasis stretch to fit him as he disappears inside of her inch by inch. He feels so good that Olivia goes silent, but the pleasure on her face is apparent.
She's breathless, unable to catch herself as his thrusts work her. He starts slow, allowing her to get used to him before he speeds up, fucking her into the couch. Olivia's body jerks underneath his as he bombards the spot deepest within her desire, prompting her to bury her face against the crook of his neck. He groans with an untamable rapture, his grip tightening against the couch.
That's when Olivia moans for him, letting him hear how good he feels inside her. The surge of emotions she feels rushes her body, overwhelming her senses. In a pathetic attempt to push against his chest, he fucks her faster, guiding her to the metaphorical cliff only he can take her to. Olivia's loving it, feeling as though she's splitting in two with how he makes her cunt home for his cock.
There's no worry, no yelling, only two people soaring in pleasure. As remorseless as Fitz is, he can feel the pressure building within him, as could she. He doesn't let up, groaning and moaning soft curses that mix with her moans and whimpers, creating a new kind of song. That cliff they so desperately want to be at, they've reached it, and Olivia's face contorts, feeling her climax take over.
Fitz cums after, guttural sounds spilling from his lips as he releases himself inside her.
Exhausted, Olivia and Fitz lay in silence, her fingers combing through his curls as his head rests against her chest. She caresses his back, enjoying the high with him in silence, relishing the moment. However, there's one question on Olivia's mind.
"Will you stay with me?"
He presses a soft kiss upon her chest. "For as long as you want me to."
X
"I'm honestly surprised my mom liked you that much," Ryan says, walking off the elevator with Danny trailing behind him, grabbing his keys from his pouch.
"Me too," Danny says with a smile, admiring Ryan's physique. "That means I have to make sure I keep you happy."
"You aren't lacking in that department." He chuckles, sliding the key into the top lock.
"Good." He murmurs, snaking his arms around Ryan's waist and pulling him close. He buries his face against his neck, pressing a small kiss upon it.
"I would hate to disappoint."
Chills travel down Ryan's spine, his body reacting to the subtleties of Danny's touch. He's been so focused on his work that he forgot how good it felt to have a man surrounding him. He struggles with the lock, feeling Danny licking and kissing his neck. There's plenty of tension between them that has yet to be resolved, but tonight is the night that changes.
Danny nibbles at Ryan's soft skin, eliciting soft moans to spill from his lips. He pulls Ryan's hips flush against his, his erection pressing against the curve of Ryan's back. He ruts his hips forward, breathing heavily against Ryan's skin as his hands explore his boyfriend's frame. He can feel the trembles rippling through Ryan's entirety, and it has him eager to experience him clothesless.
"Open the door," Danny whispers into Ryan's ear, nibbling his earlobe, "I got you."
With a nod, Ryan does his best not to moan, overwhelmed by Danny's presence consuming him. His entirety is vibrating, a feeling he hasn't experienced with anyone and is beyond flustered. Still, his body craves the attention Danny's ready to give him, and he knows they'll be arrested on the spot for public indecency if he can't find the will to open the door.
Seeing him still struggling, Danny smiles against Ryan's jawline. He kisses the corner of his lips, helping him turn the key to unlock the door. He keeps his grip secure around Ryan's waist and twists the doorknob, opening the door for them to enter. Ryan steps forward, but Danny stops him from moving and kisses him with a feverish passion, his erection pulsing.
It's inevitable.
"I'm going to give you a choice." Danny groans against Ryan's lips, hands caressing his abdomen. "I can leave now, or I can stay."
Ryan's breath is heavy, a hand resting on Danny's around his waist, hips grinding. He knows he's too far gone to turn back now, and with Danny hard against him, intensifying his arousal, the answer is simple. Letting his walls fall, Ryan decides to take the next step.
"Stay."
That's all Danny needed to hear. In a fluid motion, he spins Ryan around to face him. The desire is written into their features, evident to them both. He kisses Ryan, walking them into the dark apartment, kicking the door closed behind them. The taste of vanilla and red wine consumes his tastebuds, and with a smile, Danny takes pride in knowing Ryan's ready to cross this line.
X
"I want to ask you something, and please be honest." An exhausted Olivia wraps an arm around Fitz's waist, cozying up to him.
"You can ask me anything." He assures, wrapping her in his arms. She wore him out.
"Do you still love me?" She wonders.
He chuckles. "I never stopped."
"Why? Why didn't you tell me?"
"Because I figured you knew." He emits a sigh. "I'd never stop loving you, no matter how far you venture off, and I didn't tell you because it wasn't the right time, and I didn't want to use love as a crutch to pull you back in this time. I wanted you to find out on your own."
She takes a moment to ponder his words, realizing he's right. She didn't want to know at the time, drowning in the deep end of power. She knows herself too well; during that time, if Fitz had expressed his love for her, she would've cracked momentarily and attempted to use his love for her against him. But that's not love, and it's crystal clear.
Olivia exhales, content, caressing his chest. "I love you, too."
Hearing her say those words manifests a joyous smile as he glances down at her, caressing her smooth skin.
"So, what does this mean? I ask because I know you have things you want to accomplish, and I don't want to stand in the way of what you deserve because you deserve to have it all."
She thinks before speaking. "It feels like a fresh start I can be proud of, a start where I can stand in my truth." She continues.
"For so long, I've prided everyone else on that except myself. I've let everyone else's influences influence me, and that's not the life I want to live. Not anymore. So, this can be us working towards something positive together, something much more fulfilling than we had in the past. We can go with the flow and see where it takes us."
Her words bring a smile to his face. Hearing her speak clearly about herself and their relationship was heartwarming and rewarding. He would love nothing more than to have a real shot at something, and if going with the flow is what Olivia wanted, then that's what they will do.
"Well," he pulls her up to face level. "Here's to a fresh start. And just so you know, no matter what you decide to do, know that I'm by your side, okay?"
Olivia smiles, placing a hand on his face.
"Okay."
X
Danny drinks Ryan, sucking his lips and tongue to quench his unyielding thirst. It's intoxicating how he craves the man before him. Chest rising and falling, Danny groans against Ryan's lips, leading them further into the living room. He grabs Ryan's pouch and tosses it aside before peeling away from him with a smile, watching the flustering sensation of need taking over him. He has his boyfriend exactly where he wants him, in his palms.
Danny then removes his leather jacket and tosses it aside fluidly. His shirt is next to go revealing his bare physique. He's a beautiful work of art, his body a sculpted terrain of firm muscles; every tempting inch further proves his utter and undeniable perfection. His pectoral muscles flex, and Ryan licks his lips, admiring Danny's sheer beauty. He approaches his man, but Danny holds up a finger, wiggling it from left to right, stopping Ryan.
"I want you to undress for me." He steps out of his shoes. "Think you can do that for me?"
His question comes with him departing from the living room to the bedroom. When he returns, he's holding a bottle of lubricant in hand. He sets it on the table next to the couch, turning to face Ryan, who has yet to answer the question. So, he asks again, but this time, he pulls him flush against him, kissing him with a feverish passion. Ryan moans against Danny's lips, his hands finding his boyfriend's shoulders. He feels so good that he peels away from him, nodding.
"Yes."
Danny smiles, tongue brushing his lips as he steps back to watch Ryan. He's ecstasy in its purest form, and there's no escaping this high. As Ryan begins to undress for him, Danny sits on the couch, legs spread, and a hand is resting on his erection. He rubs himself slowly, watching Ryan remove every article of clothing piece by piece. He's beautiful, glistening under the moonlight peeking through the curtains, pulling Danny into his waters with his siren song.
Ryan's pants are the last to go, and he steps out of them, his nude frame on display. Everything about him is perfect. Though smaller than Danny, the definition throughout his physique is an addition to his perfection. This sight of Ryan arouses Danny, his erection pulsing underneath his palm. Ryan approaches Danny, stepping in between his legs. He leans forward, hands rubbing up Danny's thighs, eliciting a hum as his head rests back against the couch.
His body trembles under Ryan's touch, his hips rutting upward as he continues to rub himself through his jeans. Ryan smiles, his hands rubbing up Danny's body to his shoulders, eliciting a hum as his hands find Ryan's waist. Fingers grazing along Ryan's soft skin, Danny takes pleasure in the feeling of him, pulling him closer to kiss him. Heavy breaths pass through their lips to aid the fire brewing within them. It's inescapable and consuming everything they are.
Danny's hands work to undo his jeans, undoing them with ease. The release of pressure constricting his erection makes him moan against Ryan's lips, pushing his jeans down his legs. Ryan helps him the rest of the way, peeling away from the kiss and pulling Danny's jeans off his legs. He tosses them aside, returning his face to Danny's. He doesn't hesitate to kiss him, wrapping a hand around his cock, gradually pumping him, eliciting soft groans from his lips.
Ryan focuses his gaze on Danny's cock. It's hard, somewhat prodigious in length. There's a slight leftward curve, and it's perfect in thickness. There're traces of his essence coating his tip, signifying how bad he needs to be one with Ryan. Danny hums, pulling Ryan onto his lap, coaxing his legs to straddle him. He reaches over and grabs the lubricant, pouring the clear liquid onto his shaft as Ryan pumps him to apply it, prompting guttural sounds to escape him.
Danny grinds against his lover's entrance, groaning softly, using his engorged tip to prepare his boyfriend's entrance, relishing the sounds radiating from him. Ryan grinds his hips, arms snaking around Danny's neck, kissing him. No man has ever turned him on this much.
"You're mine," Danny murmurs against Ryan's lips as he carefully begins to push himself inside, feeling his warmth consume him instantaneously, eliciting soft groans from his lips.
Ryan moans aloud, feeling Danny making a home within his walls. There's no better feeling than this, evident by how their hips move together in tandem until Danny's buried deep inside his lover. Ryan's hands wrap around Danny's neck, lips parted as he grinds his hips into Danny's. They moan in sync, Danny's hands finding Ryan's waist to hold as his hips grind into his. Danny whispers soft praises in groans, telling his boyfriend how good he feels.
Ryan moans in response, the look of pleasure consuming his features, and Danny drinks every bit of him with his eyes. He refuses to look away, the animalistic rapture looming over him as he bounces Ryan faster and harder, plunging into his warm depths. Ryan's head falls back, and his hands slide to Danny's chest. He swivels his hips as Danny bounces him up and down, losing himself in the desire, feeling his entirety begging to release the pent-up pressure.
Danny growls, bouncing Ryan even harder. He didn't think he could go any deeper, but he does, prompting Ryan to moan aloud, which sends chills down his spine. Danny releases Ryan's waist, letting him control the pace as his hands explore his boyfriend's body trembling underneath his palms. He's beautiful in the way he rides Danny. It's like a dance, and each movement of Ryan's hips meeting his is so calculated that it drives him further into the abyss of Ryan's ocean. He can't escape it, palming Ryan's rear in his hands, kneading his skin with his fingers. His head falls back against the couch, and he licks his lips, eliciting moans from Ryan, who holds Danny's face in place to keep him from focusing anywhere but him.
Unable to look away, Danny falls victim to Ryan's ocean, moaning his boyfriend's name without an ounce of shame. That's when the rapture comes, and it's undeniable, consuming them both. Ryan is the first to cum, moaning as his climax washes over him like cool waves on a hot beach, and Danny follows, emptying himself inside of his boyfriend, his groans and growls spilling from his lips with urgency. Their hips come to a stop, and Ryan falls forward into Danny's arms.
Danny caresses Ryan's back, his chest rising and falling as they ride out the inextinguishable high. He kisses Ryan's head and then his shoulder, smiling at the art Ryan made on his abdomen. He's beyond content and happy Ryan wanted him to stay. The events leading up to this moment were nothing short of perfection.
"I'm glad you happened to me, Ry." He murmurs, kissing his cheek.
Ryan smiles, peeling back to come face to face with Danny, who moves a few loose strands of hair from his face.
"I'm glad you happened to me, too."
X
Fulfillment. Something Olivia hasn't felt in some time looms over her as she sits curled up on the couch, taking a small sip of her favorite Bordeaux. Now that Fitz is gone, she can process what transpired between them. It was more than she could imagine.
It was a relief to know he was still in love with her. Not only that but being honest with him brought her peace of mind. A fresh start with Fitz feels just as good as a fresh start at the life she's so desperately looking forward to finding on this new journey.
And although she still has some loose ends to tie up and apologies to make, she's proud of how far she's come.
With Ryan's interview with Curtis Pryce still on her tv, she reaches for the remote and hits play, but before she can get comfortable, there's a knock at the door. Pausing the interview, she sets her glass on the table and makes her way to the door. She isn't expecting anyone, so she's a bit hesitant.
Olivia looks through the peephole, brows knitting together when she sees who's on the other side. She quickly unlocks and opens the door.
"Huck?" She's confused. "What are you doing here?"
"I'm forgiving you."
"What? Why?"
"Sometimes, forgiveness doesn't come easy. However, it goes a long way if you can let go of the negative feelings you harbor and forgive someone that may need your forgiveness."
"I'm sorry?"
"That's what Ryan told me, which is why I'm choosing to forgive you. Because you need it."
Tears begin to well in her eyes. "I'm sorry, Huck."
"It's okay."
"It's not. I made you work around temptation. I placed you in compromising positions for my own needs. I never once asked if you were okay. So, I am sorry for taking advantage of you. It wasn't right of me to do just because I saved you." She's sincere.
"I was wrong, and I don't want you to forgive me because I need it. That wouldn't be fair to you."
"I'm not. I'm forgiving you because the old Olivia is gone. Your monster is no longer out of its cage."
"It's not." She agrees, inhaling then exhaling. "Thank you."
"You're welcome." He manifests a genuine smile. "Do you like Ryan now?"
She smiles, wiping the tears from her eyes. "I do. Ryan's nice."
"He is. He and I are friends."
"He and I are brother and sister." She folds her arms, leaning against the doorframe, a soft chuckle passing through her lips.
"I'm glad he helped bring you back. I missed you."
"Me too." A nod, smiling. "I missed you too, Huck."