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wook77Title: Against the Wall
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Fandom: Verbotene Liebe
Pairing: Christian/Ollie
Rating: Hard R
Wordcount: ~1300
Warnings: pure PWP
Summary: Ollie presses Christian against the same wall that Christian had pushed him away from during that first kiss. Same place, different ending.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no matter how much I beg.
A/N: foranathema91's request of what would have happened if Gregor hadn't walked back into the gym during the ……..episode at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashfest. Many thanks to best_of_five and elanorofcastile for beta'ing. Obviously all mistakes are my own.
Ollie likes it when Christian moans out his name, the way that he calls out, "Oliver" instead of his shorter nickname, with such emphasis on the beginning rather than the middle or the end. Since he likes it so much, he works to get it, over and over again, by sucking in the skin where shoulder meets neck and then nibbling at it, not too hard and not too soft. He nibbles his way up the neck until he gets to Christian's ear and nips at the lobe before licking just behind it.
"Going to kill me if you don't stop that," Christian says as he arches his neck, exposing more of it to Ollie's mouth.
"Wouldn't want that to happen," Ollie answers back and, before Christian can react, he steps back and walks away, heading towards the locker room. "Might as well get dressed, then. What were you thinking of for - oomph!"
Christian captures him, enveloping him in his arms and walks him the rest of the way into the locker room before pushing him against a wall and kissing the back of his neck. Christian's fingers pinch his nipples while he continues to suck on whatever skin he can reach while Ollie arches in to the touch, giving Christian free reign to do just as he wishes.
"Not so willing to leave now, are you?" Christian murmurs against his skin.
"You're the one who oh," he moans the last as Christian's hand snakes down until he's holding on to Ollie's cock, grip firm as he pulls.
"You were saying?"
Instead of responding, Ollie thrusts back into Christian's hips and then turns them abruptly, chest-to-chest as they lean against one another. Ollie presses Christian against the wall, the same spot where he'd kissed Christian before and he'd freaked out so much. It's a very different kiss this time as Ollie presses in to Christian, hands roaming over his arms and across his chest.
There's Christian's neck to lick and kiss, an earlobe to suck into his mouth and nip, that spot just behind his ear that makes him moan when Ollie licks it. There's plenty to learn and Ollie even though he wants to learn it all, he's still leery of going to fast and pushing Christian away.
"Your turn for speechless," Ollie says. Christian raises an eyebrow and Ollie traces against it, fingers light and teasing.
"Keep doing that," Christian moans.
"I think that I'll only do what you tell me."
"Oh yeah?" Ollie nods in response and Christian grins. "So if I tell you to do the dishes at the apartment, you'll do it?"
Ollie wants to laugh at the way that Christian tries to turn the table on him but, instead, he nips Christian's adam's apple and then licks it. "I guess I could do that instead of this," he says as he pulls back only to be yanked back into the embrace. "You don't like that idea?"
"Why do you keep trying to leave?" Christian demands as his hand traces Ollie's cheek.
"To get you to make me stay," he answers.
"You're not going anywhere." Christian enforces the sentiment with hands on Ollie's hips as he plays with the towel, sending it to the floor. "I like you here."
"I like being here." Ollie returns the favor, unfastening Christian's towel and sending it to the floor. "I like you being here."
Christian pulls at Ollie's hips and bringing them together so that cock rubs against cock. Ollie thrusts, again and again, repeating the sensation. He's unsure where to put his hands. Christian's hips are always a good choice with the way that he can feel the muscle moving under his grip. Christian's head, just behind the ears and holding his head so that Ollie can ravage his mouth, take control of a mind-melting kiss. Christian's arms, holding on to the strength there so that maybe he can absorb just a bit of it. Christian's ass, that way, Ollie can knead that flesh and bring their cocks together harder and faster. Christian's chest, pressing him against the wall and holding him there so that he can slide down Christian's body until he's able to lick and suck his cock.
It's the last that he decides on, pushing Christian against the wall and licking and nipping his way down his neck, his chest, his stomach and then across his hip, brushing his cheek against Christian's cock. He repeats it on the other side, cheek against cock and then lips to skin. As he shifts to kiss his way up Christian's stomach, his chin brushes, letting the tip rest against his chin.
"Tease," Christian breathes out as his hands plunge into Ollie's hair and hold on, trying to bring Ollie's mouth to his cock.
"You love it," Ollie says and then, before letting Christian have any sort of time to respond, he slides his tongue over the slit before sliding his mouth along the shaft.
"I do," Christian moans and grips his hair harder. "I love your mouth around me more."
"I'm only doing what you tell me to do." Ollie licks him and then says, "Remember?"
"You're such a tease."
"Come on, Christian, say it."
"Suck me," Christian demands and Ollie is only too happy to comply. He sucks in the tip, hollowing his cheeks as he slides down and then back up, just a bit further and further every time, still teasing as he increases the pressure. Christian thrusts into the suction, just a little bit, enough to tell Ollie that he wants more but Ollie drags it out longer, making him wait, wanting him to beg for it. The crumpled towels dig into his knees, grounding him enough that he can focus on that instead of the way that he wants to come just from sucking off Christian.
"Please, Ollie, please," Christian starts to beg but Ollie wants his name said just the way he prefers so he barely slides further. "Oliver, please."
There it is. That's just what Ollie wants to hear as his own hand grips his cock and he pulls in time to his mouth's motions. Christian's legs are so tense that Ollie slides his free hand up the back of his thigh and grabs his arse, forcing it towards his mouth. Soon enough, Christian's fucking his mouth while he fucks his hand. He looks up at Christian as he sucks him off and watches Christian watching him.
This isn't something that he'd ever thought would happen. It's still so new and Christian is still so adamant about not wanting to come out that it's something that could evaporate at a moment's notice. Ollie doesn't think about this – too much – and instead focuses on the fact that it is happening and in such a public venue, too. Anyone could walk in, whether it's Gregor or one of Christian's training partners. That only makes it that much sweeter, that much more frantic and hard and needy.
Christian yanks his hair and pulls him up his chest so that they're eye to eye again. Their mouths meet while hands fumble for purchase, gripping cocks and asses, fucking into one another's hips as they try to bring the other off. Ollie comes first, thrusting hard enough to create a slapping sound as Christian's ass hits the wall. He bites back the yell that wants to erupt because what if someone's out in the ring and, instead, nips the juncture of neck and shoulder.
Christian quickly follows, yelling and not seeming to care about where they are. His head drifts forward so that he's leaning his forehead against Ollie's collarbone, breathing heavy and muscles shaking under his skin.
"You're not going to die on me, are you?" Ollie asks, hands running up and down Christian's back.
"You tried to kill me." Christian doesn't sound at all upset by the prospect.
"I'll have to get better at it."
"Any better and I will be dead."
"I'd follow." Ollie can feel the remains of their orgasm on his skin. After smacking Christian on the ass, he asks, "Another shower?"
"Only if it leads to something like this."
Ollie grins and then tugs Christian towards the showers. He mentally reviews the number of showers that they have access to and wonders, just for a moment, how many different ones he can try to "kill" Christian in.
Author:
wook77Fandom: Verbotene Liebe
Pairing: Christian/Ollie
Rating: Hard R
Wordcount: ~1300
Warnings: pure PWP
Summary: Ollie presses Christian against the same wall that Christian had pushed him away from during that first kiss. Same place, different ending.
Disclaimer: Not mine, no matter how much I beg.
A/N: for
anathema91's request of what would have happened if Gregor hadn't walked back into the gym during the ……..episode at slashfest. Many thanks to best_of_five and elanorofcastile for beta'ing. Obviously all mistakes are my own. Ollie likes it when Christian moans out his name, the way that he calls out, "Oliver" instead of his shorter nickname, with such emphasis on the beginning rather than the middle or the end. Since he likes it so much, he works to get it, over and over again, by sucking in the skin where shoulder meets neck and then nibbling at it, not too hard and not too soft. He nibbles his way up the neck until he gets to Christian's ear and nips at the lobe before licking just behind it.
"Going to kill me if you don't stop that," Christian says as he arches his neck, exposing more of it to Ollie's mouth.
"Wouldn't want that to happen," Ollie answers back and, before Christian can react, he steps back and walks away, heading towards the locker room. "Might as well get dressed, then. What were you thinking of for - oomph!"
Christian captures him, enveloping him in his arms and walks him the rest of the way into the locker room before pushing him against a wall and kissing the back of his neck. Christian's fingers pinch his nipples while he continues to suck on whatever skin he can reach while Ollie arches in to the touch, giving Christian free reign to do just as he wishes.
"Not so willing to leave now, are you?" Christian murmurs against his skin.
"You're the one who oh," he moans the last as Christian's hand snakes down until he's holding on to Ollie's cock, grip firm as he pulls.
"You were saying?"
Instead of responding, Ollie thrusts back into Christian's hips and then turns them abruptly, chest-to-chest as they lean against one another. Ollie presses Christian against the wall, the same spot where he'd kissed Christian before and he'd freaked out so much. It's a very different kiss this time as Ollie presses in to Christian, hands roaming over his arms and across his chest.
There's Christian's neck to lick and kiss, an earlobe to suck into his mouth and nip, that spot just behind his ear that makes him moan when Ollie licks it. There's plenty to learn and Ollie even though he wants to learn it all, he's still leery of going to fast and pushing Christian away.
"Your turn for speechless," Ollie says. Christian raises an eyebrow and Ollie traces against it, fingers light and teasing.
"Keep doing that," Christian moans.
"I think that I'll only do what you tell me."
"Oh yeah?" Ollie nods in response and Christian grins. "So if I tell you to do the dishes at the apartment, you'll do it?"
Ollie wants to laugh at the way that Christian tries to turn the table on him but, instead, he nips Christian's adam's apple and then licks it. "I guess I could do that instead of this," he says as he pulls back only to be yanked back into the embrace. "You don't like that idea?"
"Why do you keep trying to leave?" Christian demands as his hand traces Ollie's cheek.
"To get you to make me stay," he answers.
"You're not going anywhere." Christian enforces the sentiment with hands on Ollie's hips as he plays with the towel, sending it to the floor. "I like you here."
"I like being here." Ollie returns the favor, unfastening Christian's towel and sending it to the floor. "I like you being here."
Christian pulls at Ollie's hips and bringing them together so that cock rubs against cock. Ollie thrusts, again and again, repeating the sensation. He's unsure where to put his hands. Christian's hips are always a good choice with the way that he can feel the muscle moving under his grip. Christian's head, just behind the ears and holding his head so that Ollie can ravage his mouth, take control of a mind-melting kiss. Christian's arms, holding on to the strength there so that maybe he can absorb just a bit of it. Christian's ass, that way, Ollie can knead that flesh and bring their cocks together harder and faster. Christian's chest, pressing him against the wall and holding him there so that he can slide down Christian's body until he's able to lick and suck his cock.
It's the last that he decides on, pushing Christian against the wall and licking and nipping his way down his neck, his chest, his stomach and then across his hip, brushing his cheek against Christian's cock. He repeats it on the other side, cheek against cock and then lips to skin. As he shifts to kiss his way up Christian's stomach, his chin brushes, letting the tip rest against his chin.
"Tease," Christian breathes out as his hands plunge into Ollie's hair and hold on, trying to bring Ollie's mouth to his cock.
"You love it," Ollie says and then, before letting Christian have any sort of time to respond, he slides his tongue over the slit before sliding his mouth along the shaft.
"I do," Christian moans and grips his hair harder. "I love your mouth around me more."
"I'm only doing what you tell me to do." Ollie licks him and then says, "Remember?"
"You're such a tease."
"Come on, Christian, say it."
"Suck me," Christian demands and Ollie is only too happy to comply. He sucks in the tip, hollowing his cheeks as he slides down and then back up, just a bit further and further every time, still teasing as he increases the pressure. Christian thrusts into the suction, just a little bit, enough to tell Ollie that he wants more but Ollie drags it out longer, making him wait, wanting him to beg for it. The crumpled towels dig into his knees, grounding him enough that he can focus on that instead of the way that he wants to come just from sucking off Christian.
"Please, Ollie, please," Christian starts to beg but Ollie wants his name said just the way he prefers so he barely slides further. "Oliver, please."
There it is. That's just what Ollie wants to hear as his own hand grips his cock and he pulls in time to his mouth's motions. Christian's legs are so tense that Ollie slides his free hand up the back of his thigh and grabs his arse, forcing it towards his mouth. Soon enough, Christian's fucking his mouth while he fucks his hand. He looks up at Christian as he sucks him off and watches Christian watching him.
This isn't something that he'd ever thought would happen. It's still so new and Christian is still so adamant about not wanting to come out that it's something that could evaporate at a moment's notice. Ollie doesn't think about this – too much – and instead focuses on the fact that it is happening and in such a public venue, too. Anyone could walk in, whether it's Gregor or one of Christian's training partners. That only makes it that much sweeter, that much more frantic and hard and needy.
Christian yanks his hair and pulls him up his chest so that they're eye to eye again. Their mouths meet while hands fumble for purchase, gripping cocks and asses, fucking into one another's hips as they try to bring the other off. Ollie comes first, thrusting hard enough to create a slapping sound as Christian's ass hits the wall. He bites back the yell that wants to erupt because what if someone's out in the ring and, instead, nips the juncture of neck and shoulder.
Christian quickly follows, yelling and not seeming to care about where they are. His head drifts forward so that he's leaning his forehead against Ollie's collarbone, breathing heavy and muscles shaking under his skin.
"You're not going to die on me, are you?" Ollie asks, hands running up and down Christian's back.
"You tried to kill me." Christian doesn't sound at all upset by the prospect.
"I'll have to get better at it."
"Any better and I will be dead."
"I'd follow." Ollie can feel the remains of their orgasm on his skin. After smacking Christian on the ass, he asks, "Another shower?"
"Only if it leads to something like this."
Ollie grins and then tugs Christian towards the showers. He mentally reviews the number of showers that they have access to and wonders, just for a moment, how many different ones he can try to "kill" Christian in.
