One Shots

Best-Kept Secret (MxM)

Oliver hated growing up. He hated elementary school, middle school, high school, and college. He hated his life but was too much of a coward to do anything but simply...live.

He was considered a ‘nerd’, yes. But he was also gay and knew so from a very young age and so if he wasn’t getting pick on for being gay, he was getting hounded on for being ‘nerdy’, rail-thin and scrawny--seen as unable to fend for himself so he was considered an easy target for all.

And this was all thanks to living in a small southern town.

It was almost always the same group of boys who picked on him as well. They seemed to follow him.

They were there to make his life hell through all 12 grades of school--a few coming or going during the summers but it was almost always the same four guys: Kade Mackelroy, Mitchell McCale, Rodney Shields, and the leader of the group, Reed Silverman.

Oliver had sighed in relief when he graduated high school, thinking that his personal hell-on-Earth punishment was finally over--that he’d be free of his bullies.

And then some of the boys followed him to college, making sure to corner him and shame him, spit on him, belittle him, scuff him up and even go as far as to break his glasses several times.

They poured drinks on him, pushed him down, scattered his books and took his clothes from the communal showers several times.

Reed, being the leader, stood watch, arms crossed as his buddies tormented Oliver and left him with a bruised and battered pride.

And as fate would have it, when Oliver went to work for a huge IT company, it was Reed Silverman who would be in charge of him. And even out of school and college, even as men, Reed still found ways to belittle Oliver.

He had Oliver bring him papers, run several odd errands for him and all of this wasn’t what he came to work at the company for!

Oliver was smart! Smarter than average; graduated school and then college with a 4.0 GPA and he was at the top of his classes!

And yes, while Reed had toned down picking on Oliver since they graduated college, that hadn’t stopped Reed from coming around Oliver almost every day, brushing up against him, staring him down when he thought no one was looking, and leaving him with an uneasy feeling.

He wanted to leave the state, maybe even the country, but he was afraid that Reed would find him wherever he went!

Oliver felt he must’ve been in Hell because why else would he be forced to live like this day in and day out?

Something had to change.

And fast.

So, Oliver got a gym membership, started working with a personal trainer, took up kickboxing, and started bulking with protein and loads of carbs and calories.

And sure, it took him a year to get the results he wanted, but what was a year of enduring hell when he knew that soon, Reed would feel his wrath and never pick on him again?

See, Reed had all but let himself go since college. He was one of those guys that were tall and well built genetically and so in high school and college, playing football had been enough for him to keep his muscled figure...

He wasn’t playing football anymore so he wasn’t as ripped as he had been in school.

Whereas, Oliver now had a new sense of power. He was confident from the attention he was getting, for not being looked down on and bullied, even by passing strangers anymore.

He was ready to, finally, put Reed Silverman in his place.

***

It started off like any other regular morning.

Oliver stepped into the elevator with the intention of going up to his floor but Reed was right behind him, quickly getting on and standing behind Oliver while other workers filed in.

It was as it had normally always been so.

Oliver was essentially ‘trapped’ in front of Reed, who in turn, breathed down Oliver’s neck, brushed up against him, and even ‘accidentally’ touched him while no one else paid attention.

And, when all of the other employees of the company got off on their respective floors, Oliver moved forward and pressed the ‘Hold’ button on the elevator and turned around before Reed had a chance to react.

Sure, Reed had a good inch or two on him, but Oliver was willing to bet he was stronger now.

He was willing to bet that if it came down to it, he could subdue Reed and show him who had the power now, that no one was going to f**k with Oliver Pennick ever again.

Oliver quickly closed the distance and placed his hand around Reed’s throat, holding him against the elevator wall.

“Here’s what’s going to happen now, Silverman. You will stop harassing me. You will stop asking me to do mundane things for you that you damn well know are well below my pay grade, and you will leave me the hell alone from now on. Do you understand or do I need to convey how serious I am?”

Oliver’s nose was almost right against Reed’s cheek now and when Reed’s eyes met Olivers, there was a new look there that Oliver had never seen before.

“Are you threatening me, Pennick,” Reed managed to say in a low voice, his eyes still locked on Olivers.

“You need me to show you how serious this threat is,” Oliver took his challenge head-on and squeezed harder, knowing he was going to leave a red mark around the other man’s throat but didn’t care. The only way to truly deal with a bully was to face it--and hopefully, win--but show you meant business.

Reed took a deep breath and threw himself forward, his lips meeting Olivers and throwing him off balance until Reed had Oliver pushed up against the wall.

And while Reed’s lips continued to move against Olivers, Oliver hadn’t reacted yet. He was dumbfounded.

Reed Silverman, quarterback of the football team in both high school and college, Mr. Popularity, Mr. Steal-Your-Girl, Olivers’ personal harasser, the man who had haunted his dreams and his waking life for as long as he could remember...

Was kissing him with more passion than Oliver had ever known.

Coming to his senses, Oliver mustered all his strength and threw Reed off of him, sending him stumbling back against his own wall.

“What the f**k was that, Reed? You think you can just kiss people and make them fall at your feet? That might’ve worked in high school, maybe even college, but not now. And even though I am gay, I will still kick your ass here and now so square the f**k up because we’re doing this,” he yelled and put his fists up, showing he meant every word.

Reed slowly pushed off the wall and moved towards the other man.

“Oliver...I...I don’t want to fight you. I’ve never wanted to hurt you, but I have always wanted to kiss you. Let me kiss you again,” his sentence tapered down to a whisper with the last statement.

Oliver chuckled bitterly, “Yeah, right! And rainbows come out of my ass! I won’t say it again, Reed. Fight me like a f*****g man so I can gain my freedom and pride back that you’ve stomped on since elementary!”

Reed continued moving closer, slowly, but now he smiled, “I knew I liked you even then. I was told that boys who liked girls hurt them and were supposed to be mean to them...”

“I’m not a girl and I never was, no matter how hard you and your group tried to make it seem like I was, no matter how many times you guys held me down and shoved your sweaty jockstraps in my face in the locker room and made me say I was. You’re a f*****g bastard and you always have been. Now, fight me, you asshole!”

Reed shook his head and gently grabbed Oliver’s clenched fists, pushing them down to his sides.

“I never hurt you, Oliver. I never held you down, I never touched you then. I’m sorry I let my friends, but...if I didn’t participate in some way...if I didn’t show them that I was with them...

“They would’ve eventually figured it out, Oliver. They would’ve known and they would’ve made my life hell just like they did with you... Most likely worst even,” He said quietly as he backed Oliver up against the wall again.

“I’m sorry, Oliver. I’m so sorry for all that they did to you. I’m so sorry for all the pain and embarrassment and the harassment and torment. I’m sorry I didn’t stand up for you. I couldn’t even stand up for myself... Just know that a piece of me broke every time I watched you cry. I...I love you.”

Oliver whimpered and could feel his strength failing. He was becoming that same scared boy again.

He was regressing back to his days in school, he was reliving those times...

And as clearly as if it were a movie, he could see that while Reed was there each and every time Oliver’s life was made hell...

He never touched him, never hurt him...

He even told the other boys to back off or said there was someone coming and to stop when Oliver was sure there had been no one.

“But,” Oliver flinched and realized he was fisting Reeds suit jacket, holding him close until he looked up into Reeds’ impossibly blue eyes, “This can’t be true. You don’t love me. You can’t. You’ve treated me like a b***h since coming to work here, Reed!”

Reed placed a gentle hand to Oliver’s cheek, “I wanted to see you. I wanted you to have a reason to be around me. So, I had you run errands for me, short and simple ones.”

“You...You gave me death stares,” Oliver whimpered.

“I was just gazing. I look at you often; sometimes you notice, sometimes you don’t,” he kissed Oliver again, gently.

And just when Oliver felt his walls about to crumble, he pushed Reed away again, brushing his tears away, “No--no! This isn’t happening. You are just...you’re just lying. You’re playing a nasty and horrible prank on me and you’re the worst human being I’ve ever met! f**k you, Reed! f**k you.”

He then pressed the ‘Hold’ button, allowing the doors to open to their floor, and walked out without another word.

***

Life was...weird after their encounter.

Oliver received flowers every day, sent straight to his desk, signed with a heart and ′R.S.’.

When he looked to Reeds’ office, he was never looking Oliver’s way.

It was actually the most peaceful his life had ever been!

No more errand runs, no more glares, no more tormenting, no more hell-on-Earth.

But Oliver just couldn’t stop thinking about all that Reed had said.

Had it all been a lie? Just something else to hurt him with?

It was cliche but had the jock actually fallen for the nerd?

He decided he wanted to test it.

So, right after he got home from work on Friday, he lubed himself up and worked himself to fit in a nice sized plug, made dinner for two, opened a bottle of wine...

And then texted his boss to come over.

***

He wasn’t sure if Reed would actually come over but when his doorbell rang 20 minutes after he sent the text, he felt giddy and was reminded with each step of what the, hopefully, end result of the night would be.

“Oliver,” Reed breathed out as the door was opened and Oliver noticed right away that Reed’s cheeks were red and his hair was wet.

“I’m sorry I was late. I had been at the gym but as soon as I got your text I rushed to the showers and then came over. You made...dinner for me?”

Oliver stepped out of the walkway and ushered Reed in, “I did. Please come in. Dinner is ready. I hope you like red wine.”

“It’s my favorite,” Reed smiled and took off his coat to which Oliver placed in his coat closet by the door.

Dinner hadn’t been as awkward as Oliver thought it would be. There was light small talk and the plug in his ass kept a healthy blush set in his cheeks and his mind set on the game plan.

And after dinner, he offered Reed a tour of his carpenter gothic-styled home and another glass of wine to sip while he told of the history and architecture of the house.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say you were trying to get me drunk,” Reed chuckled as he walked up the stairs with Oliver after having seen all of the downstairs.

And once they made it up the stairs and were walking through the hallway, Reed pushed Oliver up against the wall.

“You have a lovely home but there’s something else I’d love a tour of. Something I’ve been dying to get my hands on since high school,” he whispered before pushing his lips to Olivers.

“And what is that,” Oliver closed his eyes and smiled while tilting his head to allow Reeds lips on his neck.

Reed then took their glasses and set them on a small end table on the other wall before returning to Oliver.

"This,” Reed growled and palmed Oliver’s ass in both hands, causing Oliver to squeak out.

“You really mean that? You really do like me? This isn’t a joke, Reed, right,” Oliver asked quietly, his voice laced with uncertainty, causing Reed to look deep into his eyes.

“I do mean it, Oliver. I love you. This isn’t a joke and it never has been,” he said gently and squeezed Oliver’s ass again.

And Oliver’s pout turned into a smirk, “Then show me.”

Reeds brows pinched in confusion, “What...What do yo--”

“--f**k me, Reed. Show me you want me. Shove your fat c**k inside my ass and show me you mean it,” he smiled devilishly.

Certainly, even if he was just playing a joke, this would be the time he would run screaming, right?

A kiss is one thing, but s*x?

He would definitely have to, at least, like men to do that... Unless he kept his eyes closed the entire time and imagined a woman but Oliver wouldn’t let him get off that easily.

Reed was quiet for a moment, his eyes searching Olivers and Oliver was sure he was wondering if his joke was now going too far but then Reed spoke.

“I was planning to court you, to date you and make you fall for me... But if this is what it takes for you to realize that I mean every word I’ve said... I’ll f**k you.”

Oliver bit his lip and smirked, “You make it sound like a chore you’re obligated to do.”

Reed rolled his eyes but smiled, “I mean...”

And Oliver smacked his arm but pulled him down the hall and into his bedroom, closing the door and pushing Reed up against it.

“I guessed you were a top so I’ve been preparing myself for you all night,” he breathed against his lips before laying a kiss on him.

He heard Reed moan and squeeze his ass again before pulling his polo shirt out of his pants and when it came time to part so he could pull it over his head, Oliver whimpered and immediately placed his lips to Reeds again.

“I love when you make that sound,” Reed smirked when he pulled his own shirt off.

“It lets me know how much you really want me.”

"So much,” Oliver moaned and nodded as Reed’s lips met the base of his neck while he was unbuttoning his jeans.

“Yeah,” he asked, smirking again but letting the other man taking his clothes off in his frenzied manner, “How much?”

Oliver had already managed to get out of his own jeans and had just slid the zipper down on Reed’s when he pushed them down his legs and followed, pulling Reeds boxers down in the process.

He immediately saw that Reed was hard and long...and girthy. And now he was realizing he should’ve used a bigger plug because it would be a tight squeeze.

But he shoved the thoughts away and took his d**k in his hand, pumping it a few times, just listening to Reeds breath catching before he kitten-licked the tip, testing the waters.

Oliver swirled his tongue around the tip and down the sides to get it moist before he took it into his mouth, not too deep the first time. He really just wanted to hear how Reed would sound, how he would react and he was not disappointed.

"Oliver,” he breathed.

Reed knew that Oliver was probably still thinking this was a joke and that he wouldn’t be satisfied that he was telling the truth until they f****d so he was willing to go through with this.

But Reed didn’t usually do this.

He’s had boyfriends, secretly of course, and he never f****d on the first date. He didn’t want to be used either. He usually waited until the fifth or sixth, to be honest.

The fact that he was actually gay was his best-kept secret. He’s had ‘beards’ since high school, girls who were willing to ‘date’ him in exchange for the popularity that came with his reputation and the fact that he had been basically the face of his school.

But he was willing to come out now, willing to show the world the real Reed.

And it was all because of Oliver.

Because, yes, he loved Oliver in school. He did, in his own f****d up way.

He watched out for his friends while they picked on Oliver, yes, but he never let them do to him what they actually planned.

Devious, vile, and inhuman things, just because they were from a southern town and gays were considered devilish and needed to be ‘exterminated’.

That’s why he never came out. That’s why he let them do the things they did.

Because while he had been popular, the most popular, the most well known...

If it had come out that he liked boys...

He was afraid he would’ve gotten seriously hurt...

Maybe even worse.

And that was especially so for Oliver as he was so small and helpless.

Reed could hold his own at least, he would go down with a fight. He would take out a few of them before they all ganged up on him, but Oliver?

He would’ve laid down and taken it.

And Reed would’ve had to go to war with them after that, for actually doing to him what they said they wanted to do.

So, in his own way, he protected Oliver. Even if he was still humiliated...at least he was alive and healthy.

Extremely healthy, as of late.

And that’s why he had gotten so brazen with his looks and his touches as of late.

Because seeing Oliver so filled out, so strong and confident...

Reed was proud, Reed was happy that Oliver was happy.

And then in the elevator when Oliver had wanted to fight him..?

Reed wanted to laugh and kiss him and hold him tight and tell him how proud he was that now he would be able to stand up for himself. He wouldn’t really need Reed anymore.

And Reed tried, he really did try to leave him alone, to stay away and let him live his life with his newfound confidence, but thinking about the men who were looking at him, wanting him, possibly touching him...

Even women as he saw the looks the women around the office had started to give Oliver...

He couldn’t stand for it, so he sent the flowers to make it so that he was, at least, on Oliver’s mind.

And now here he was, with Oliver’s mouth wrapped around his c**k, humming and jerking the part he couldn’t suck and fondling his balls and slurping and gagging himself...

And all for Reed’s pleasure!

He felt he was close now so he pushed Oliver away and pulled him up by his arms before pushing him back to his bed.

“Your turn,” he smirked.

And when Oliver’s eyes widened as Reed pulled his boxers, he chuckled.

“Oh yes, I’m going to suck your d**k now. Got anything to say about it,” he smirked, taking Oliver’s c**k in his hand. He was smaller than him, just a little above average but he knew that one day when he let Oliver f**k him, it would still be enough and he would love it.

Oliver shook his head and his lips parted as he watched Reed lower his mouth before wrapping his lips around his tip.

"Reed Silverman is sucking my d**k,” he said in wonder, his eyes lidded with lust.

And Reed looked up at him while Oliver’s d**k was in his mouth and made sure the man could see him roll his eyes before he took all of the man’s d**k in his mouth and down his throat.

“There’s no going back from a d**k in the mouth,” he joked between breathless moans and whimpers.

When Oliver was nice and hard and just on the cusp of his orgasm, Reed pulled away and spread Oliver’s legs, taking stock of what lay before him.

“You did plug yourself, I see. And just for me, you said,” he smirked and gently moved the plug around Oliver’s hole, causing small moans to leave his lips.

Oliver nodded and whimpered when Reed pulled out the plug.

“Where do you keep your--”

“--Drawer,” Oliver answered, pointing to his nightstand.

Reed quickly opened the drawer and located the small bottle before squeezing a generous amount onto his fingers and spreading a bit around Oliver’s hole.

He then slipped in one finger, which was easy enough, and began working the muscle, making sure it was relaxed and ready for his second finger.

This went on for three fingers, all while Oliver was moaning and panting.

Finally, he whimpered, “I’m ready. Please f**k me, Reed.”

Reed looked up from Oliver’s hole and into his eyes, “I just want to make sure I don’t hurt you...”

Oliver bit his lip to stop the smile and pulled Reed to him.

“You won’t hurt me,” he whispered before kissing him, “Now, get inside of me.”

“Yes, sir,” Reed answered and sat back to lube up his d**k before placing it at Oliver’s hole.

“If it hurts, let me know,” he said in a stern voice before slowly pushing in.

Once his tip was past the ring of muscle, it was an easy slide to bottom out.

And Reed loved Olivers little moaned, ”Oh," as his hips kissed his ass.

“Such a fat c**k,” Oliver whimpered, “Just like I thought.”

“Feels good,” Reed asked pridefully as he gently thrust in and out of the man.

“Yeah, so good. More, please,” Oliver breathed out, his head thrown back, his eyes closed.

Reed began to speed up and he took hold of Oliver’s d**k and started pumping it, causing Oliver’s eyes to pop open and meet Reeds.

“Eyes open and on me. I want to see everything,” he commanded in a gentle voice.

Oliver’s brows were pinched in pleasure, his bottom lip between his teeth as he nodded.

Reed happened to shift a bit to get closer and that caused Oliver to cry out.

“Right there, right there, right there,” he chanted.

“Harder! Harder, harder, harder,” he said through clenched teeth as Reed pounded into that one spot while jerking his c**k.

The sensations were starting to short-circuit Oliver’s brain and he didn’t even have time to shout that he was close before he was coming all over his stomach and Reeds hand with a low moan.

Reed growled and let go of Oliver’s c**k in favor of holding onto his hips, pulling him into every thrust until he pulled out and came, spilling all over Oliver’s stomach, mixing his own come with Olivers.

And as Oliver fingered the white substance, he smirked and looked up at Reed, “Was this intentional? Is it symbolic?”

Reed leaned down and kissed Oliver’s lips before sitting back up, “You could say that.”

He got up from the bed and held his hand out, “Come.”

“Where to,” Oliver asked with a chuckle but sat up gingerly before taking Reed’s hand.

“To shower. What kind of gentleman would I be if I left you to clean yourself up,” he asked and wrapped his arms around Oliver’s waist before kissing his nose.

“I really hope you don’t have any more doubts about me. I went against everything I stand for to do this, not that I didn’t enjoy it. I just want you to know that I still respect you and...and that I’m at a real disadvantage right now,” he admitted, gazing into Oliver’s eyes.

“How so,” Oliver asked.

“You could really hurt me, do some real damage. I love you, Oliver, and I don’t know how you feel. I don’t expect love because this, me and my feelings, must’ve come as a great shock to you but I can’t hide them anymore.”

He ran a hand through Oliver’s short hair, “Oliver...now that you know how I feel...now that we’ve had sex... If you don’t want a relationship, that’s fine, I promise. And I understand. I’d be skeptical too, but I just need to know because if you know this isn’t going anywhere, if you can’t give us a chance... I will have to switch departments or something.

“I can’t see you every day, knowing that I’ve been inside of you, knowing I’ve had you in my hands, knowing how your skin feels and the sounds you make...and not be with you. I wouldn’t be able to see you every day and wonder who you’re with and if you’re doing this with someone else. And that’s shitty of me, for sure, but it’s just the truth. I’m laying myself bare for you.”

Oliver sighed, taking in everything Reed had to say and mulled it over in his mind.

“I’d be willing to give this, us, a shot, Reed... But I don’t want to be a secret--I won’t be a secret. I want everyone to know. I want to meet your parents and I want you to spend the night and I want to be a couple. You understand?”

Reed smiled and kissed Oliver, “Completely--because I want that too.”

Thus ending decades upon decades of Reed Silvermans best-kept secret.