Page 9 of Tangled With You

By the time they’d finished the first John Wick movie,they’d polished off two glasses of whiskey each and finished every cookie inthe box.

“I think I’m in a sugar coma,” Ollie said.

“I think I’m drunk,” Trevor countered. They were sitting onthe bed, propped up against Ollie’s padded headboard, and as soon as he gothome, Trevor was going to tell Leah the entire damn story just so he could getthe props for making it through the afternoon without making a move on Ollie. Areal one, not involving dropped pizza.

Then he was going into his bedroom, shutting the door, andjerking off. Because, damn, he was knotted up tight, and if he didn’t releasesome of the tension, he would probably just explode in the night.

He shifted to see his friend more directly and say goodbye,and that’s when he saw the chocolate on the corner of Ollie’s mouth.

Never in the entire world had a tiny smear of chocolatelooked so damned erotic, and despite the talk in the other room about notwanting to screw up their friendship, right then he wanted to throw all of thatbullshit out the window and just go for it.

Wanted to lean in. To use the tip of his tongue to lick awaythe chocolate. And with the taste still lingering in his mouth, to press hislips over Ollie’s until the other man opened to him. Until he surrendered.Because he would—Trevor was sure of that. All the talk about rewinding. Aboutnot screwing anything up. About Ollie not being gay.

It was all just so much noise.

Who gave a fuck if Ollie was gay or not? Whatever he was, hewanted Trevor. Of that, Trevor was certain. And god knew Trevor wanted Ollie.

And that tiny smudge of chocolate could make it all happen.It would be so easy. Just lean in and lick. And everything would change.

He could see it all play out in front of him. Ollie’s gaspof surprise, his body going tense, only to loosen as Trevor deepened the kiss.As Ollie responded, tentatively at first, and then with gusto.

He’d take it slow, but he’d have him naked soon enough, andhe’d trail kisses down Ollie’s seriously ripped chest and abs until he reachedhis cock. And by then, he’d have Ollie so damned aroused he wouldn’t protest.On the contrary, he’d beg.

That’s what Trevor truly wanted. For Ollie to ask for it.Because once he did that, there were no more questions. Once he said please,all bets were off. And, yeah, it would change their friendship, but it wouldn’tdestroy it. Because even though he didn’t know it yet, Ollie McKee wasTrevor’s. And soon enough, Trevor was going to claim what was his.

But not tonight.

As hard as it would be to leave, tonight he was going home.A little bit drunk, a lot horny, and very much alone.

Damned if he didn’t have his work cut out for him. But itwas his own fault. Because what was he thinking falling for a guy like OrlandoMcKee?

* * * *

Ollie had never been so relieved and so disappointed in hisentire life. He should never have invited Trevor to his bedroom, because thewhole damn time he was watching the movie he was thinking about what if.

If Trevor had quizzed him on John Wick, he wouldn’thave had a clue. Except for the opening bit about the dog. After that, his headwas somewhere else entirely.

As for right now, he ought to take a cold shower. But thetruth was, he liked the way he felt, his body tingling, his cock on alert.They’d been playing at flirting, and damned if he wasn’t aroused. So much that he’dalmost let the whiskey take over. So much that he’d almost poured a few extrashots in the hope that Trevor would take advantage of the situation.

So why didn’t you?

And wasn’t that a hard question? And one that was gettingharder to answer every time he asked it. And he’d been asking it for months.Ever since the Mercury case. Maybe even before.

But that case had solidified it. Being in that club with Trevor.Seeing him dance. Feeling that connection when Trevor focused on him. Probablyjust because he didn’t want to focus on some anonymous face, but that wasn’twhat it had felt like. It had felt real. And more than once Ollie had caughthimself thinking not about the money laundering scheme at the club but insteadabout what could happen in the small room when Ollie “paid” Trevor for his services.

A room that in reality they were using to pass informationto each other, but which was intended by the club owners to be used for sex.And they’d been alone in there so many times, Trevor half-naked in a g-string, the room steamy in the falteringair-conditioning, and the memory of the way he’d gyrated on stage, his eyesglued to Ollie’s playing in Technicolor in Ollie’s brain.

Who was he kidding? For that matter, what was he hidingfrom? What was the worst that could happen? Losing the friendship?

He didn’t buy that. Trevor knew Ollie’s hesitations. If hefreaked, Trevor would totally get it. And if the whole thing turned out to beone giant clusterfuck—haha—they’d just go back totheir corners and redefine the relationship. Hadn’t they proved on the balconythat they were more than capable of mature, grown-up communication?

Or maybe Ollie was freaking about the possibility of Nikkiand Jamie and Damien and Ryan finding out. But so what? They wouldn’t care. Theyloved him. Except maybe for Damien. And he couldn’t imagine it impacting hisjob, but if it did, there were others. His parents might be surprised, but theyloved him, too. All they wanted was for him to be happy.

And with every day that went by, Ollie was more and moreconvinced that at the core of it, his happiness and Trevor were inextricablyintertwined.

That, of course, was why he’d almost protested when Trevorsaid that he ought to go home. But what would have been the point? He’d alreadytold Trevor nothing was happening. So, what? Trevor would have crashed there,and Ollie would have spent the night wishing that his friend would slide overfrom his side of the bed so that Ollie could finally have a taste of what he’dbeen fantasizing about for months. Because despite all his justifying, Olliewasn’t ready to make the first move.

He should have, though. He should have leanedin with that whole pizza thing. Instead, he’d freaked.