His Little Obsession (MxM)

Chapter Three

Oliver’s POV

It was the same for me. I woke up, freshened up. After shower, I looked for my favorite hoodie but count find it. Maybe I left it at Lucas’ but if I did I would have remembered.

I looked in the fridge to see if I had any milk, I didn’t but I did have some eggs and some slices of bread. I fried two eggs and made simple sandwich with want I had. Since tomorrow is my day off I will go do some grocery.

Surprisingly as I entered the café, I didn’t see Betty. I asked one of my other coworkers about her and they said she took leave for at least a week. I hope she is fine.

After I finished my shift, I went to a place that bought me comfort. A bookstore. I love reading, I have been for few years. I search for some books that I need. As I was paying, it started to rain heavy and I didn’t bring an umbrella because I didn’t know it would be here for almost two hours.

I was standing outside in hope to see a*****e open to buy an umbrella but as I am so lucky I didn’t see any. However I did saw a man coming towards me with an umbrella. I think he was about my age.

“Hey! I saw you standing here for a long time. I would love to give you an umbrella but I have only one, i thought as it is a little large we could maybe share. Only if you didn’t mind.” The stranger spoke louder due to the rain but in a gentle way.

“Absolutely not, I don’t mind. How could I mind if you are willing to share.” I really was grateful for this stranger.

“It’s not a problem. I will walk with your place.” The stranger spoke again in a gentle, soft voice.

Just like that, we started to walk. While we were talking, I didn’t even realize when we got to my apartment. As I was about to enter my apartment I saw that the man was half soaked in rain. He was also shivering a little and I am not that bad.

“Would you like to come inside? Maybe I can give you a shirt if they fit you or until you dry or the rain dies out?” I asked out of kindness and he didn’t seem like someone who would harm me, judging by the way he was flirting with me earlier.

“If that is okay with you, then sure.” He kindly nodded and smiled.

“Ahmm, you can sit on the couch and I will bring a shirt for you if I can find any.” He simply nodded while looking around my apartment.

“Sorry, I couldn’t find a shirt but here is a towel. Would you like some water or coffee?”

“Coffee please.”

I went to the kitchen and started to make two cups of coffee. I reheated the cookies I made yesterday night with Lucas.

“Oh my goodness, these cookies are so good. Did you buy them or baked them?” He said while munching on the cookie that was in his hand.

“Actually, I baked them. I know it is weird that I invited you and you don’t even know my name; so my name is Oliver.”

I said while staring at the off tv. Suddenly I hear this deep almost like a lion roar but at the same time it was calming like the smell of earth after it rains.

“Well it would be unfair to you if you don’t know my name. You can call me Blake. And it’s not weird,” He shrugged a little. “I think it’s cute.”

I knew he could see the redness that crept up my neck to my cheeks. Even though he didn’t say anything.

“You know what I am not the type of guy to beat around the bush. So if I don’t kiss you I will regret it my whole life but if you don’t want to that’s also fine. You can give me your number.”

Blake said in a way that felt like he had the whole world confidence. He was looking at my face intensely like my face was the most beautiful thing his eyes had witnessed. Honestly I was kind of attracted to him. I slowly leaned in and kissed his lips. Trust me when I say that he had the most perfect and soft lips. We kissed for what felt like hours but Blake backed away still holding my face.

“Are you sure that you won’t regret this?”

Blake asked with softness and lust in his eyes.

“If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t have kissed you.”

He kissed me again but it was rough. He licked my lips asking for me to let his tongue in. As soon I slowed him to he kissed me like he was hungry not days or weeks, years like he was quenching his thirst. He worshiped my mouth like trying to memorize my mouth, trying to remember how I taste. He kissed me until he was satisfied. He moved me to his lap with ease. And started to kiss my neck, decorating it with his marks. His hands that were on my hips previously were now removing my shirt. I could feel him getting hard, I moved a little and voices that I didn’t even now i was possible to make were released from my mouth. I hid my face in his neck from embarrassment. He chuckled, “Don’t be embarrassed, i love the voices you make.”

Blake held my face and kissed my nose.

“Where is your room?”

I pointed the way it was and he picked me up in his arms like I weighed nothing.

He laid me on my bed as gently he could. I guess he sensed something on my face and asked, “What is wrong, why are you making that face?”

“Well I am half naked but you are fully dressed.”

The moment i said that he removed his shirt.

“Is this okay now.”

I couldn’t talk even if I wanted to, so I nodded. His body was sculpted like a Greek god, he had abs but they were faint as if he wanted to keep them like that. When he moved, the way his arms moved made my whole body shiver. He had a body of some you would only be allowed to admire but here Blake was on top of me, close to touch, kiss, to feel under my fingers. When I reached my fingers to touch Blake, I became when harder; he didn’t even know it was possible. Blake held my hand and moved it up and down on his body. He removed my shorts and his pants, while teasing me touching me in a way that I whimpered.

“Please, touch.”

I couldn’t talk or think properly because of his touches. I think he understood what I said because the next moment he asked me, “Do you have lube?”

“Yes, it is in the drawer.”

Blake stretched my hole a little even though I told him that I wasn’t a virgin. He didn’t listen to me.

“Still, I need to make sure I don’t hurt you.”

Why is he such a gentleman. After a while, when Blake felt like I was stretching enough. My gaze flicked down, and oh. I knew I shouldn’t stare but how could I not? Blake was…big. Not in the terrifying, braggy way, but in the kind that made my stomach twist with nervous excitement. He was thick, flushed a deep shade of pink, the tip glistening just a little. And curved. Just slightly, beautifully, like it was made to press right against every spot that would ruin me. My mouth went dry, heat flooding in my cheeks and my thighs clenching instinctively. f**k. I looked up, and Blake’s eyes were on me, but his voice was gentle when he spoke.

“Still okay?”

I nodded, heart thumping like a drum, and whispered, “Yeah. More than okay.”

Blake looked mesmerized when he was touching my body.

“You are beautiful.”

“Don’t say that.”

“Why not, I am indeed telling the truth.”

“Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror.”

“I am asking for the last time, do you want this?”

“Why are you asking that multiple times. My answer would always be, yes.”

“I am asking because I don’t want to hurt this beautiful person, in any way.”

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The silence afterward felt louder than the moans had.

Somehow, between tangled limbs and labored breaths, we had shifted into a loose sprawl. Blake’s arm was slung around my waist like it had landed there by accident and forgotten to move. I didn’t fight it because it was kind of comfortable. My forehead rested against Blake’s shoulder, my fingers brushing faint shapes onto the other man’s chest. Neither of us said anything.

Blake hadn’t moved much — just pulled the blanket up, calm and quiet, like he’d already packed the moment away in a box and labeled it done. Not cold, not warm. Just… unreadable.

“So…” I broke the quiet, voice scratchy. “That was… something.”

Blake let out a small huff of laughter through his nose. “Mm.”

“You do this a lot?”

“What?”

“Sleep with randoms who forget to breathe halfway through?”

Blake turned his head toward me, one brow raised. “You weren’t exactly complaining.”

I rolled his eyes. “Whatever.”

A pause.

“You gonna regret it?” Blake asked.

I didn’t answer right away. My fingers stopped for a while before continuing whatever they were doing.

“Not right now.”

Another beat of silence. Comfortable-ish. Unfamiliar. A little dangerous.

I didn’t push.

Blake didn’t leave.

The next morning when I woke up. I saw that Blake had made me breakfast and also did a little grocery. When I saw the note he left me, I was smiling like an i***t. I ate the breakfast and it was delicious.

Right now I was just laying on my couch and I realized that no one have made breakfast for me in years. After what happened I got used to eating cereal and milk. I started learning cooking when I started to live alone. As I thought about that I didn’t even now I was crying. I cried for, what felt like hours. Eventually i fell asleep on the couch.