“But we can get naked quicker.” He laughed as Ed abruptly turned him around to face forward and marched them towards his bedroom.
They tumbled through the door into Ed’s room, narrowly avoiding ending up on the floor. Clothes came off, scattering everywhere as they raced each other.
Oliver scooted under the quilt to escape the chilly air, grinning as Ed hurried to join him. “See,” he whispered as Ed climbed in next to him, hands immediately finding Oliver’s cock. He sucked in a breath as Ed’s fingers closed around his shaft. “Isn’t this better?”
“Yeah.” Ed ducked down, stealing another kiss before trailing more along Oliver’s jaw. When he reached his ear, he whispered. “So much better.”
Oliver shivered, biting his lip as Ed buried his face in the crook of his neck and started to stroke him slow and thorough.
Biting kisses followed as Ed worked his way down Oliver’s throat to his collarbone, then his chest. Lingering over each nipple in turn, Ed teased them with his tongue. Breathy laughter tickled his skin as Oliver arched into his touch, chasing it, needing more.
Fisting his hands in Ed’s hair, he gripped tight, not realising he was pushing him lower until Ed’s muttered, “I’m getting there.”
“Shit, sorry.” Oliver let go.
Ed tutted and lifted his head to meet Oliver’s eyes—wet lips and a hooded gaze giving him a look hungry enough to make Oliver’s toes curl. “Put your hands back,” he ordered, and Oliver wasted no time doing as he was told.
With his fingers twined around strands of thick dark hair, he nudged Ed lower, squirming on the sheets until he felt the tip of Ed’s tongue swirl around the head of his cock. “Fuck,” he whispered, hips pushing up of their own accord as the heat of Ed’s mouth enveloped him.
Head thrust back into the pillows, Oliver screwed his eyes shut against the familiar feeling building inside him. Each slide of Ed’s lips and tongue, up and down the length of his dick, dragged him closer to the edge, and he clung on, desperate to prolong it for as long as he could.
Ed’s low hum of approval as Oliver tugged his hair went straight to his balls. The sure, confident way Ed worked Oliver’s cock and the firm, unrelenting grip of his mouth had him barrelling towards orgasm, helpless to do anything other than give in.
“Gonna come,” he managed, giving Ed as much warning as he was capable of.
Ed scrambled to sit up and straddled Oliver’s thighs. Lining his cock up with Oliver’s, he took them both in hand, saliva and pre-come easing the way as he stroked hard and fast.
Oliver cried out as he came, watching his cock pulse as he shot over his stomach. Ed fell forward, grabbing onto Oliver’s shoulder as his hand stilled, whole body tensing as he added to the mess coating Oliver’s skin.
“Jesus.” Ed grinned down at him, breaths coming in heavy pants as he stroked the last few drops out. He leant down and placed a soft lingering kiss on Oliver’s mouth and whispered, “Stay?”
Oliver nodded. Leaving was the very last thing he wanted to do right then.
THEY LAY THERE for a while, a comfortable silence enveloping them as they caught their breath.
Eventually the darkness of the room gave him the confidence to ask the question that had been niggling at him for a while. “Ed?”
“Mhmm?” Ed murmured, sounding well on his way to sleep.
Guilt tugged at Oliver. He should let him be. Asking him a question like this when Ed was clearly half-asleep seemed unfair. Truths might slip out that he otherwise wouldn’t have admitted to.
Isn’t that the point?
Oliver swallowed and pushed those thoughts away, curiosity getting the better of him. “What made you decide to leave?” he whispered. “What made you want to uproot your whole life and move away from everyone you seem to love so dearly?”
A bad breakup might be cause for someone to want a new start, but from the way Ed spoke about his ex, he didn’t seem all that broken-hearted about it. Not enough to warrant something as drastic as this, surely?
Ed didn’t reply.
The silence stretched for so long that Oliver figured he’d fallen asleep. Maybe that was for the best. Oliver closed his eyes and rolled over onto his side. Sleep was in reach, its pull lulling him under just as Ed started to speak.
“Tom wanted to move to London.” His voice was hushed, barely more than a whisper. Like maybe he hoped Oliver wouldn’t hear him. “Went on about it for months. Started looking for jobs there.” He sighed, and Oliver felt warm breath tickle his shoulder. “I was happy here, didn’t want to leave the comfort of having my family and friends close by.”
Oliver didn’t know whether to reply, let Ed know he was listening, or keep as still as he possibly could.
In the end Ed carried on anyway. Maybe he needed to get this out.
“We fought a lot towards the end of our relationship. Tom blamed me. Said my problem was that I was always running back to my family whenever a decision had to be made.” His breath hitched, and it was a moment before he carried on. “He said I’d wasted no time coming back here after uni because I couldn’t hack the real world on my own. Didn’t have the guts to actually move away and function without having my safety net. Apparently it was embarrassing for a man my age to rely so heavily on his mum and sisters.”
