Page 158 of Right Man, Right Time
Silas:I welcome it. Nibble away.
Ollie:Don’t threaten me with a good time.
Silas:Pretty sure that would be a good time for me.
Ollie:Have I told you how much I love your dick?
Silas:Not nearly enough.
Ollie:I think about it constantly.
Silas:Once again, don’t make me hard in front of my guys.
Ollie:Can’t you control yourself?
Silas:Can’t *you* control *yourself*?
Ollie:No. Get used to it.
Silas:At least you’re honest.
Ollie:Will you come to my place after the game tonight? I have plans.
Silas:I’ll be wherever you want me to be.
Ollie:Good answer. Good luck tonight.
Silas:Thanks, baby.
* * *
“Your smile is contagious,”Ross says as he comes up to my booth in the student union, where I’m munching on a salad. “And you did a shit job covering your hickeys.”
“I was just telling Silas how I had a hell of a time covering them up.” I save the article I’m working on and turn my attention to Ross, who sits across from me. “How are you?”
“Good.” He smiles. “Saw Ian last night.”
“Did you?”
Ross nods. “He took me out to this really nice steak restaurant. We spent the whole night chatting about nothing and everything, and when it came time to say goodbye, he asked if I wanted to go back to his place.”
“Please tell me you said yes.”
“Of course I did.” He leans forward and whispers, “Hockey bodies are unlike anything I’ve ever touched.”
“Tell me about it,” I say, thinking about Silas and his naked self.
“Broad chests, tiny waists, muscles everywhere.” Ross sighs. “I honestly feel inferior when I’m around him. I feel like I have to try harder.”
“Stop it,” I say. “You have an amazing body, and if Ian didn’t think so, he wouldn’t be inviting you back to his place.”
“True.” The corners of his mouth pull up. “He is such a dom, Ollie. He owns every part of the bedroom.”
“That’s so hot.”
“Is Silas the same way?”
“He is,” I say, thinking about our night together. “He likes to control every aspect of what we do. He tells me what to do but also asks what I need. He’s considerate and thoughtful. He prefers to pleasure me, and I prefer to pleasure him, so sometimes it feels like we’re fighting over who gets to make the other come.”
