@louliversummerweek, day seven: mistaken for dating/didn't know they were dating
2,817 words // rated G // read on ao3
mistaken for being in a relationship // didn't know they were dating // idiots in love // mild misunderstandings // getting together
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He's at a coffee shop the first time it happens.
The traffic had been decidedly not on Oliver's side and he walks in nearly thirty minutes late to find the place packed with people. It's his regular coffee haunt but he's never seen it quite this busy on a Tuesday afternoon and he hovers just inside the doorway as he scans the sea of faces for Lou.
A server he recognises - Kayley, he thinks her name is - appears at the table by his left elbow, clearing it of cups and then wiping it down.
"Your boyfriend's over there," she says, nodding towards the far corner with a smile and bustling off with her tray before Oliver can even open his mouth to correct her.
In an ideal world he wouldn't have to correct her, he thinks as he heads towards the corner she'd indicated, his thoughts churning.
"I think we come in here too much," he says once he's found Lou and sat himself down.
Lou raises an eyebrow. "And why's that?"
"That server, Kayley-"
He stops, suddenly realising he's about to step foot in a minefield.
Because, the thing is, he's pretty sure he's in love with Lou.
Has been since almost the moment they'd been introduced, actually.
He'd fallen hard and fallen quickly, Lou's easy charm and quirky sense of humour reeling him in like bait on a line, and he'd spent the whole time since trying to hide his feelings even as their characters had gotten closer on the show; it didn't help that they were about to dive right into season nine and an arc that would bring Buck and Tommy back together for good, thereby securing Lou as a regular on the show.
The other problem was that apparently he was a glutton for punishment because he just couldn't seem to stay away from the guy.
They'd quickly become friends during season seven and had started hanging out outside of work almost immediately, getting coffee or working out together or grabbing dinner and a movie — and on one particularly memorable day, all three — each moment spent with him only pulling Oliver further into his feelings.
Between that and shooting, they spent almost every day together and people had come to expect them as a unit; if Oliver was coming then so was Lou and vice versa, and more than one of their fellow cast members had tried to talk to him about it, clearly digging for gossip that Oliver continued to deny them, worried that once he said it out loud he'd never be able to move past it.
Not that there was a chance of that happening anytime soon.
"What did Kayley do?" Lou prompts when Oliver is quiet for just a beat too long.
"Well," he starts, slowly, psyching himself up as he goes; it seems suddenly counterintuitive to bring up something that might give him away but he's not sure there's any getting out of it now unless he lies and well, his brain is falling decidedly flat on suggestions in that department, "I was standing looking for you and she saw me and said, 'your boyfriend's over there'."
Lou's eyebrow lifts even further. "Okay? And?"
Oliver can feel himself blushing. "I don't know, it's just weird, I guess."
"Weird, right," Lou says, an expression on his face that Oliver's not quite sure how to read.
He opens his mouth to probably put his foot in it further but he's saved from himself when Lou stands up, pulling out his wallet.
"You want your usual?"
"Oh no, I can get it-"
"I'm already up," Lou says, heading off towards the counter and leaving Oliver feeling a little unsettled.
********
It happens again about a week later, this time at the movies, and Oliver thinks the universe might be laughing at him.
"There you go, sir," the cashier says, handing him their tickets with a knowing smile. "Enjoy your date."
"Oh, it's not- we're not-" Oliver starts but she's already moved on to the next customer, leaving him standing awkwardly by the counter as Lou's gaze bores into the back of his head.
He turns and hands Lou his ticket without a word, stalking off towards the concessions stand for popcorn.
He feels like he deserves it tonight.
********
The gym might be the worst one yet.
He's just finished spotting Lou on the bench when a woman approaches him, a shy smile on her face.
"Uh hi, sorry," she says, sounding adorably nervous, "I don't normally do this at the gym but uh, well, you're pretty cute, and I heard you talking about hiking with your dogs so I wondered if you might like to do that sometime? With me, I mean. And my schnauzer, Peggy. On a date."
She smiles hopefully and Oliver's heart sinks a little.
She's beautiful and immediately charming in an awkward kind of way, exactly the type of woman Oliver might be interested in if he wasn't already in love with the guy smirking at him from the bench.
"Oh, uh, that's- I'm flattered but, uh, I'm not-"
Lou snorts a laugh and the woman glances at him, her eyes going wide.
"Oh, wait, are you two-" She blushes, holding up her hands. "I'm so sorry, I didn't realise."
"Uh no, we're not-"
"No, it's okay, I'll leave you in peace," she smiles, shaking her head. "Enjoy your workout."
She's gone in an instant and Oliver turns to look at Lou, a little bewildered.
"Why'd you turn her down?" Lou asks and Oliver almost wants to laugh.
"You know I'm not looking for anything right now," he says instead, falling back on his usual bullshit answer.
"But she has a schnauzer called Peggy," Lou says, grinning. "She sounds cute. And fun. The woman, not the dog. Although, maybe the dog too, who knows."
Oliver rolls his eyes, even Lou's adorable rambling not enough to quell his annoyance. "I think the real question is why does everyone think we're dating?" he asks, perhaps with a little more frustration than intended because Lou's smile drops and he feels immediately like a dick.
"I didn't mean-" he starts but Lou interrupts him.
"Your set," he says, getting up off the bench and heading over to refill his definitely still half full water bottle.
They finish the rest of their workout in relative silence, Lou quiet as Oliver wonders what exactly he did to deserve this particular shade of hell.
********
It's when Aisha and Kenny corner him a few weeks later that he really starts to wonder if he'd been a horrible person in a past life.
He's sitting in his chair in between takes, waiting for the crew to reset when they appear in front of him.
"So when were you going to tell us?" Aisha asks, a perfectly sculpted eyebrow raised in question.
"Tell you what?" Oliver asks, dropping his phone into his lap with a frown.
"About Lou," Kenny says, popping his gum as he crosses his arms.
Oliver looks between them, confused. "What about him?"
Aisha rolls her eyes. "About you and him. Together. Dating. Hooking up. Whatever you're doing or calling it."
Oliver's heart starts pounding in his chest as his stomach twists uncomfortably. "Who told you that?" he asks, regretting it the moment the words leave his mouth; it's not a denial — more like an admission, in fact — and Aisha and Kenny stare at him accordingly, eyes wide even as they look a little smug.
"Nobody told us," Kenny says. "They didn't need to. You two are in each other's pockets more than anyone else I've ever met."
Oliver blushes; he can't really deny that. "Okay, but we're not actually, you know. Together."
They both continue to stare at him, eyebrows raised in disbelief.
"You spend almost every minute of the day together," Aisha starts, lifting a hand so she can tick off a list on her fingers. "Every minute that you're not together, you're texting-"
"That's not true," Oliver interrupts but Kenny just points at his phone.
"Who were you texting just now?"
Oliver's silence is enough of an answer.
"You're going camping together next weekend," Aisha continues, "I literally heard you finishing each other's sentences the other day and, if all of that wasn't enough, Oliver," - she smiles, warm and encouraging - "I've seen the way you look at each other, particularly when you think no one's looking, and you're telling me the two of you aren't a thing?"
Oliver swallows thickly, face burning from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. "No, we're not a thing," he says, and even he can hear the undercurrent of misery in his voice, borne of constantly having to deny the thing he wants so desperately.
Aisha and Kenny share a look and then seem to sag, realisation dawning on their faces.
"Oh," Aisha murmurs as Kenny says quietly, "but you want to be?"
Oliver glances between them, hesitating. "Yeah," he says eventually, looking down at his phone so he can't see the expected sympathy in their eyes.
"Oh, Oli," Aisha says, leaning in to pull him into a hug. He lets her, clinging tight as he allows himself just a moment of self-pity.
Kenny is smirking at him when they break apart. "You're an idiot, you know that?"
"Gee, thanks," Oliver says, frowning, but Kenny just rolls his eyes.
"He's head over heels for you, Oli. I thought you knew that. I thought that's what-" He waves a hand vaguely between Oliver and his phone. "- this was about."
Oliver can almost hear the record scratch in his brain.
"Wait, he's… what?" he asks, hardly daring to hope he's heard correctly. "Did he tell you that?"
"What did we just say about seeing the way you look at each other?" Kenny says, fondly exasperated. "He didn't need to tell me. He might need to tell you, though," he adds, grinning. "I really thought you were dating and trying to hide it."
"So what you're saying is that you think we're both terrible actors?" Oliver asks with a grin, feeling suddenly a little giddy; if Kenny was right, if Lou really did feel the same way, then…
Well, he can hardly bear to think about it just yet.
Aisha laughs and hugs him again as Kenny pats him on the shoulder.
"Go get 'im, tiger," he says, right as the director calls them back to set. "Go get 'im once we've shot this scene, tiger."
"You're seeing him tonight, right?" Aisha asks and Oliver nods.
"Yeah, he's coming to mine for dinner and a documentary night."
Oliver is hit with two very sceptical looks.
"And you didn't know you were dating?" Aisha asks as Kenny cackles and well, Oliver supposes that's fair.
********
His nerves are shot before Lou even arrives at his front door later that evening, looking just as god damn beautiful as ever as he smiles his big scrunchy smile at both Oliver and the dogs.
The sight of Lou being so comfortable in his home does absolutely nothing for the butterflies flapping in his stomach, and despite being paid to act for a living, he barely makes it past their first drink before Lou notices that he's being weird.
Well, weirder than usual; he'd always gotten a little flustered around Lou.
"Are you okay?" Lou asks after Oliver nearly knocks over his wine glass and a bottle of soy sauce in one fell swoop. "You seem…"
He doesn't need to finish the sentence for Oliver to know exactly what he means.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I just…" He sighs, putting down the wooden spoon he's using to stir his Thai green curry sauce before turning to face Lou. "Aisha and Kenny asked me earlier if we were secretly dating."
Lou opens his mouth then closes it again. "Okay," he eventually says, nothing in his voice or face to tell Oliver how he's feeling. "And I presume you told them we're not?"
"Yeah, of course, but, uh…" Oliver trails off, not exactly sure what he's trying to say.
He doesn't miss the way Lou's expression hardens.
"What, does it bother you that much when people think we're together?" he asks and Oliver's heart jumps up into his throat.
"What? No-"
"Because honestly, that's the impression that I'm getting," Lou continues, his shoulders tensing, "the impression that I've gotten every time someone has called me your boyfriend or presumed we were a couple."
"No, Lou, please, that's not-"
"If even the thought of me being your boyfriend disgusts you so much-"
Oliver snaps then, no longer able to hold back everything that had been churning through his mind since Aisha and Kenny had cornered him.
"It doesn't disgust me, okay?" he interrupts, voice loud in the quiet kitchen as his frustration bursts out of him like water from a broken dam. "And that's kind of the problem, actually, because every time someone calls you my boyfriend I have to correct them and that really fucking sucks when I would love nothing more in the world than for it to be true. And then Kenny told me that you were head over heels for me and I thought great, maybe we've just both been idiots this whole time and not seen what's right in fro-"
He doesn't get any further, his tirade interrupted by the press of lips against his own as Lou kisses him mid-word. He humphs in surprise, not able to do much more than grasp at Lou's shirt before he's pulling back with a soft, dazed smile on his face.
"Fuck, I've been wanting to do that for so long," Lou says and Oliver laughs, a bright, giddy thing that makes Lou's smile widen, scrunching his eyes in the way that had caught Oliver's attention the moment they'd first met.
"Yeah, same," Oliver mutters before diving back in for another kiss, a little less chaste than the last; Lou tastes of red wine and the olives he'd been snacking on and Oliver can't help but hum contentedly into his mouth as he twists his fingers into the fabric of his shirt, pulling him close.
"Mind your sauce," Lou says breathlessly when they break apart a second time and Oliver curses, turning back to the stove to see the saucepan about to bubble over.
He snatches it off the heat, feeling rather like he knows how it feels.
"So uh," he says once he's confident it isn't completely ruined, "Kenny was right, then?"
He feels silly for asking but he needs to know, needs to come out of this dinner knowing exactly where he stands with the man in front of him; he's not sure he can take it if this isn't exactly what it appears to be.
"About which part?" Lou asks, smirking. "About me being head over heels for you? Or about the fact that we were kind of dating but apparently hadn't realised?"
Oliver grins, heart flipping a whole god damn gymnastic routine in his chest with happiness. "Both, I guess."
"Yeah, he was right." Lou slips a hand into Oliver's, twining their fingers together. "I suppose that's why you were being weird about people thinking we were together. Because you're head over heels for me too, right?"
"Like you wouldn't believe," Oliver replies, huffing a laugh and feeling all kinds of giddy excitement.
"Just checking," Lou grins, wide and bright and beautiful as he leans in to kiss him again. Oliver allows himself to sink into it, to savour every second of a kiss he thought he'd never have, and he's just about to deepen it when a horrible thought occurs to him.
He pulls back with a groan.
"You know Kenny and Aisha are gonna be insufferable?"
Lou laughs, reaching up with his free hand to cup Oliver's face. "We don't have to tell them," he shrugs, brushing his thumb softly across his cheek, "not yet."
"Yeah, they figured us out before we even figured us out," Oliver replies, grinning bashfully. "Not sure that's gonna fly."
"Okay, well then maybe every time they try and act all smug about it we should loudly start talking about our sex life. In great, excruciating detail."
Oliver raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Hm, well I'm coming up blank on details right now, so maybe we should get some practice in? You know, make sure we have enough ammunition before we see them again."
"Oh, I like the way your brain works," Lou says, smirking right back at him with a glint in his eye that Oliver very much likes the look of. "How's your sauce doing?"
Oliver bites his lip and tilts his head, looking up at Lou through his eyelashes.
"It'll keep."
"Good," Lou replies before diving back in for a searing kiss.
It's much, much later when they finally get around to eating it.
@louliversummerweek, day six: sharing clothes, daddy kink, "you didn't lock the door?!"
2,281 words // rated E // read on ao3
porn without plot // established relationship // sharing clothes // daddy kink // anal sex // bottom oliver stark // dom/sub undertones
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come to my trailer in twenty minutes the text had said, no other context nor even a clue as to what Lou should expect when he got there.
Well, okay, perhaps not no clue exactly; Oliver had been looking at him with a certain glint in his eye all day, one that usually promised fun and at least one orgasm.
He knocks on the door to Oliver's trailer precisely twenty two minutes later, having gotten caught chatting with one of the wardrobe assistants on the way.
"Come in," Oliver calls, sounding a little breathless and Lou frowns as he opens the door.
"Babe, are you-"
He freezes when he sees Oliver sprawled on the couch, wearing a very familiar blue flightsuit.
"Oh," he breathes, pushing the door closed behind him as he stares at his boyfriend, eyes wide and mouth suddenly very dry.
Oliver smirks at him as he stands and takes a step towards him. "What do you think?" he asks, moving into Lou's space with the confidence that had always gotten Lou a little hot under the collar. "You like it?"
Lou nods, swallowing thickly. "Yeah." He looks Oliver up and down, gaze lingering on the bulge of his crotch, prominent now that he's standing, and just the thought of Oliver getting turned on from wearing Lou's - well, Tommy's - clothes is enough to make Lou moan. "Fuck, baby, it looks so good on you."
Oliver grins as he leans right in, his breath tickling the shell of Lou's ear as he whispers, "you wanna fuck me in it, daddy?"
Lou's answering groan must give Oliver all the answer he needs because he immediately dives in for a searing kiss, shoving his tongue into Lou's mouth with no hesitation. Lou sinks into him, sliding his arms around his waist and gripping the flightsuit to pull him close.
He should probably be wondering how Oliver managed to get his hands on it but right now the only thought in his mind is how fucking hot Oliver looks in it.
He reaches for the zipper as they kiss, pulling it down enough so that he can get a hand inside to rub across Oliver's nipple. He swallows a gasp from Oliver's lips before moving down to suck at the bolt of his jaw, his throat, his clavicle.
Oliver ruts against him as he slides a hand into Lou's hair, holding on tight as Lou nibbles at his pulse point, marking his skin with his teeth; he's inordinately grateful that they both have the next three days off from shooting, meaning he can leave as many marks as he likes without making extra work for the make up department.
He goes to tug the zipper down further with the hand not caressing Oliver's pec and realises that the crotch is as far as it goes, something he hadn't thought about in his pleasure-addled state.
"Baby," he says, lifting his head to meet Oliver's slightly kiss-drunk gaze. "I can't fuck you in this unless you pull it all the way down."
Oliver frowns, an adorable pout settling onto his kiss-swollen lips. "But I want to wear it."
"I know, sweetheart, but this is as far as the zipper goes." Lou jiggles it to prove his point. "You can fuck me if you like, that should work. Or I can ride you, how about that?"
Oliver's pout only intensifies. "I don't want to fuck you." He reaches to cup Lou's cock, rubbing him through the fabric of his jeans. "I want you to fuck me. I need to not think about anything for a while."
Lou's expression softens; Oliver only really got like this when he'd had a bad day and needed Lou to fuck it out of his system.
"Then you're going to have to pull it down over your ass," he replies, voice hitching with each brush of Oliver's hand along his length. "Those are your options, baby."
Oliver seems to consider for a moment before letting go of him and stepping back. "Gimme your shirt."
Lou raises an eyebrow at the apparent non-sequitur. "What?"
"Your shirt." Oliver rolls his eyes, ever the brat. "If I have to practically take the flightsuit off to have your dick in my ass then I wanna wear your shirt."
Lou steps forward without warning, grasping Oliver's chin firmly between thumb and forefinger, much like he had when they'd kissed as Buck and Tommy for the first time. "What's the magic word, baby?"
Oliver whines, face flushing a beautiful shade of pink. "Please, daddy."
"That's better," Lou replies with a soft smirk, letting go of him and reaching for the hem of his t-shirt as Oliver slips his arms out of the flightsuit. Lou passes his shirt over, cock throbbing at the way Oliver buries his face in it before pulling it over his own head.
"Happy now?" Lou asks and Oliver smirks, almost insufferably smug at once again getting his own way.
"Much better," he says, turning and looking back over his shoulder coyly as he slips his thumbs into the waistband of the flightsuit and pushes it down just enough to bare his hole while keeping his cock covered. Leaning forward, he plants his hands on the back of the couch, gaze fixed on Lou's as he spreads his legs, making room for him and enjoying the attention as always.
Lou hums in approval, palming at his own cock through his pants as he enjoys the view for a moment before unzipping them. Oliver's eyes travel to his crotch as he pushes first his jeans down and then his underwear, freeing his aching cock.
"Daddy," Oliver moans, biting his lip as Lou reaches over him and into the couch cushions for the bottle of lube he knows is stashed there.
"So impatient," Lou mutters, squeezing Oliver's ass with his free hand as he flips the bottle cap with a thumb.
"Want to feel you."
"You will, sweetheart, don't worry." Lou coats his fingers and then pushes one inside Oliver with no warning, pulling a wanton moan from his perfect pink lips. "See?" he says, smirking as he starts fingering him open. "You felt that, right?"
Oliver whines again and the sound shoots straight to Lou's dick, so painfully hard that it takes all of his willpower not to start fucking him on his cock immediately.
He allows himself another finger instead, slipping it past Oliver's rim as he wriggles, chasing more.
"Baby," Lou chastises, "keep still for me."
Oliver blushes fiercely, immediately freezing, and Lou's not sure he's ever seen anything more beautiful. "Sorry, daddy."
"It's alright, sweetheart. Daddy's gonna take good care of you, okay? Let me take care of you like you wanted."
Oliver nods, his head dropping forward with pleasure. "Yeah, okay daddy, take care of me please."
"Always, baby."
Lou slides a hand beneath Oliver's - his - t-shirt, wrapping his fingers firmly around the curve of his waist as he starts scissoring his fingers, opening him up ready to take his cock.
"You want another finger, sweet thing?" he asks after a few moments of nothing but the sound of soft gasps, the rustle of the flightsuit and the slick slide of his fingers in and out of Oliver's hole.
"No, want your cock please, daddy," Oliver replies without hesitation and well, no one could ever fault him for being indecisive.
Lou obliges him, pulling his fingers out and immediately replacing them with the head of his cock. He drizzles more lube on himself, the movement of stroking it along his length pushing his tip against Oliver's hole and making him keen with desperation.
The thing is though, Lou's not about to rush this.
It wasn't very often that he got to have Oliver like this, desperate and bratty and begging all at once; most often they played the other way round, Lou calling Oliver daddy while he fucked him quiet, and it's how he knows Oliver's day really was tough, tiring or both, knows that he needs some time in the oblivion of pleasure to recalibrate himself.
And, well, Lou was nothing if not willing to give Oliver exactly what he wants.
"Love you, baby," he says as he grips Oliver's hip through the flightsuit with his free hand, finally pushing his cock past Oliver's tight ring of muscle, moving slow and steady as Oliver grips the back of the couch hard enough to turn his knuckles white.
"Love you, too," Oliver murmurs, sounding so incredibly fond, and it's not the first time they've said it but it sends a thrill down Lou's spine nonetheless, a pleasant warmth blooming in his chest even as white hot heat builds low in his gut.
Oliver gasps and Lou grunts as he bottoms out, fingers digging into Oliver's hip through the flightsuit, pressing the fabric into his skin so he can feel it just like he wanted.
He starts moving then, rolling his hips gently for all of ten seconds before Oliver pipes up.
"Harder, daddy, please," he breathes, sounding almost as desperate as Lou's ever heard him. "Want to feel you for a week after."
Despite his initial plan to take his time, to savour everything about this, Lou's not exactly about to argue with that so he snaps his hips, hard enough to punch a cry from Oliver's lips. "How's that, baby? That what you want?"
"Yes, yeah, just like that, please-"
Lou cuts him off with another sharp thrust, enjoying the filthy moan that accompanies it when he tugs on the flightsuit, the fabric presumably pulling tight across his crotch. The thought of Oliver getting off in his flightsuit only spurs him on and he starts up a furious pace, thrusting hard and fast as Oliver whines and moans and babbles beneath him.
"Yeah, daddy, just there, fuck, I love you so much, daddy, feels so fucking good-"
Lou feels about as coherent as Oliver sounds, mind fogged with pleasure as he fucks into his boyfriend with abandon, tugging on the flightsuit with every other thrust and trying not to blow his load from the beautiful, desperate sounds he's punching from his boyfriend's lips.
He knows Oliver is close when he starts clenching around his dick so he speeds up, snapping his hips faster and faster. He can feel his own orgasm coming for him like a god damn freight train but he's determined to get Oliver there first, to get him to spill into the crotch of the flightsuit before Lou fills his ass.
"Come on, baby, want you to come for me," Lou mutters, tugging harder on the fabric of the flightsuit, "come all over my clothes so I'll think about you every time I wear them."
"Oh, fuck, daddy, yes, want you to get hard every time you put them on-"
Lou moans at the thought, loud enough that he doesn't hear the trailer door opening until it's too late.
"Hey, Oliver-"
"Fuck, daddy, yes, right there, right there-"
Lou's not sure Kenny could have picked worse timing if he'd tried.
"Oh shit, I'm so sorry- fuck-"
The door shuts again barely a second later but Lou's not sure he's going to be able to look his friend in the eye for quite some time.
"Shit, babe, you didn't lock the door?" Oliver asks, laughing breathlessly even as Lou continues pounding into him, close enough to his orgasm that even being interrupted couldn't break his rhythm.
"In my defence, I was a little distracted," Lou replies, letting go of Oliver's waist to smack a hand across his ass, light enough to be teasing even as he leaves a red mark behind.
"Jesus fuck," is Oliver's only answer as Lou does it again, right at the same moment he tugs hard on the flightsuit and drives his hips deep into his boyfriend's ass, pounding against his prostate.
Oliver comes with a strangled cry, tensing around Lou's cock and pulling him over the edge with him.
Lou spills into Oliver's ass with a low moan, the rhythm of his hips stuttering as his pleasure takes him over, sparking through him from head to toe like white hot lightning. He knows he's babbling as the last drops of come drip from his cock and into Oliver's warm, wet hole but he has no idea what he's saying through the pleasure fogging his mind.
"Fuck," Oliver breathes when Lou finally stops moving, the last of his bliss fading into oblivion.
"You okay?" he asks, feeling and sounding a little dazed as he pulls out of Oliver's ass, wincing slightly.
"So okay," Oliver replies, standing up and turning around to fall into Lou's arms. "I needed that, thank you."
"No need to thank me, sweetheart." Lou takes his weight, pressing a soft kiss to his birthmark as he holds him close.
"Do you think we traumatised Kenny again?" Oliver asks after a few quiet moments. Lou just grins.
"Probably, but he should know by now to knock."
Oliver huffs a laugh, his breath tickling across Lou's flushed, overheated skin.
"Have I ever told you that I love you?"
Lou kisses him again just because he can, this time on the top of his head. "Once or twice."
They stay like that until Oliver starts shifting uncomfortably, lifting his head and grimacing at Lou.
"Flightsuit a little sticky?" Lou teases and Oliver nods, his grimace turning to a smirk as his eyes sparkle with mischief.
"Yeah, although now you can think about that every time Tommy is flying his sexy helicopter and you have to wear it."
Lou hums with approval, leaning in to capture Oliver's lips in a soft kiss.
@louliversummerweek, day five: feminization
2,989 words // rated E // read on ao3
porn without plot // established relationship // feminization // bikinis // rimming // anal fingering // anal sex // bottom lou ferrigno jr.
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The sun beats down on Oliver's back as he swims his morning laps of the pool, the water sparkling and splashing with every stroke.
It's not nine yet but he can already tell the day is going to be a hot one, and one on which he's particularly glad to not be working.
No, his plan for today is simply to relax by the pool with his boyfriend and their dogs, making the most of his quiet mountain neighbourhood before both of them are due back on set tomorrow among the hustle and bustle of the city.
He only distantly registers Lou's footsteps as he swims, catching a brief sight of bare, tanned skin out of the corner of his eye as Lou settles on the side of the pool, his legs in the water.
Oliver's dick twitches almost as an automatic response, knowing that his boyfriend is half naked only a couple of metres away, but he ignores it for now, determined to finish his laps without getting distracted; he'd learnt from experience that Lou could be very distracting.
It's only a few minutes later when he finishes his last lap and he turns once he hits the end, diving underwater so he can pop up right in between Lou's legs where they're naturally spread wide, almost like he's subconsciously - or maybe consciously - making room for him.
Oliver pops up out of the water, planning to throw Lou a wink and a terrible pick up line as he slides his wet hands up his warm thighs, but instead he freezes, his mouth going completely dry at the sight of his boyfriend sitting on the side of the pool in a pink bikini.
He's leaning back on his hands, a position that highlights, well, everything and Oliver really isn't sure where to look first; he knows he's gawping like a fish from the satisfied smirk playing across Lou's lips but his brain has short-circuited completely, all form of coherent thought gone out the window at the sight in front of him.
His head is between Lou's knees, giving him an excellent view of the way the frilly pink material barely covers his - from the looks of it, half hard - dick, straining against the swell of it as a pair of incredibly thin straps just about hold the whole thing in place.
But then there's also the top half, a pair of pink frilled triangles that hug Lou's pecs to perfection, another string connecting them in the middle, stretched wide to accommodate the width of him and, well, it's almost too much to bear.
Oliver had never made a secret of the fact that he loved Lou's chest.
In fact, the last time they'd spent the day by the pool, he'd ended up riding Lou's cock on the lounger, jerking off over his pecs and muttering about how good they'd look in a bikini.
Clearly Lou had been listening.
"Fuck, baby," Oliver murmurs, looking up at him with wide eyes as he steps up onto the ledge built into the side of the pool. It's just the right height to put him face to face with Lou and he reaches out to slide a wet thumb beneath the bikini top, brushing across his nipple.
"You like it?" Lou asks, voice a little breathless and Oliver huffs a laugh.
"I'd have thought that was obvious," he says, pressing forward until the wet bulge of his hardening dick is pressed against Lou's.
Oliver leans in to mouth at Lou's throat as he slips his whole hand beneath his bikini, cupping his pec as his own dick twitches.
Lou hums contentedly, sliding a hand into Oliver's damp curls as he kisses and nibbles at his skin, leaving a wet trail from his throat to his chest and then to the pec that he's not fondling. He pulls the bikini aside with his free hand and takes his nipple into his mouth, moaning when Lou's fingers tighten in his hair.
"Feels so good, sweetheart," Lou murmurs and Oliver smirks into his skin.
"You like that, hm? You like me playing with your tits?"
Lou's answering moan tells Oliver exactly how much he likes that so he carries on, pushing things a little further.
"You came out here looking so pretty for me in your bikini, baby," he says in between mouthing at his nipple. "You feel pretty?"
"Yeah," Lou mutters and Oliver glances up to see him blushing with the admission, his own cock throbbing at the sight of his beautiful, bikini-clad boyfriend.
"You look so beautiful, baby, this is such a good colour on you." Oliver pings the elastic gently against Lou's skin before squeezing one pec and flicking his tongue across the other. "And it makes your tits look fucking fantastic."
He can feel Lou's dick twitching against his own with every word and he smirks as he moves lower, stepping off the ledge and kissing a trail down from his nipple to his stomach and the soft trail of hair beneath his belly button, one hand cupping his pec all the while.
Lou's fingers are still in his hair, tightening with each flick of his tongue, each press of his lips as a litany of whines and gasps fall from him; Oliver's not sure he's ever seen Lou so gone this quickly and it really is a sight to behold, one he's not sure hell forget for as long as he lives.
It also sparks something in his mind, the beginnings of a theory that he decides to test.
"And don't even get me started on your pussy," he says, slipping a thumb beneath the frills of Lou's briefs - if a small rectangle of material and two strings could be called briefs - as he leans down to nose at his balls.
Lou lets out a choked sob of a moan and Oliver thinks, bingo.
"You wanted me to see your hole, baby? Wanted to show off your tight little pussy in your tiny little bikini?" Oliver mutters into Lou's crotch, lifting one of his legs over his shoulder so he can better get to the hole in question.
"Oh fuck, yes, yeah," Lou breathes, crying out when Oliver uses his teeth to ping the elastic against the crease of his inner thigh. "Wanted to show you, baby, please…"
Oliver lifts his head from Lou's crotch, wanting to see his face, and his breath hitches at the look of pure, desperate want in his eyes.
"What do you want, sweetheart?" Oliver squeezes the pec still in his hand, rubbing a thumb across his nipple just to hear the beautiful gasp it pulls from his lips. "You want me to eat you out, babygirl? Is that why you wore a bikini that barely covers your pussy? To give me ideas, hm?"
Lou moans a curse as his eyes close and his head drops back, cheeks flaming red and his dick throbbing visibly in his tiny little bikini. His mouth opens and then closes again and Oliver smirks up at him, enamoured by the rare sight of a speechless Lou.
He won't pretend he's not also really getting off on this; Lou's reaction to being called babygirl had his breath catching in his throat and his cock leaking into his swim shorts, so hard it was almost painful, and he can't wait to get his mouth on him, to pull all sorts of sounds from him as he buries his tongue in his ass.
"I'll take that as a yes," he says, letting go of Lou's pec to lift his other leg over his shoulder. "Lay back for me then, pretty thing."
Lou obliges instantly, lying back on his towel so his ass hangs just over the edge of the pool, and Oliver is suddenly very grateful that the dogs had decided to have a lazy morning after their walk; as much as he loves them, he really doesn't want to be interrupted by an excitable ball of fluff while he's trying to fuck his boyfriend silly.
He exaggerates a moan as he spreads Lou's legs just a little wider, pulling his bikini aside with one thumb as he rubs the other across his hole. "Look at you, baby, pussy just as pink as your bikini, so wet for me."
It should feel ridiculous talking to his six foot something muscled hunk of a boyfriend like this but the fact that Lou is so obviously enjoying it pushes aside any reservations he has, allowing him to just enjoy it too.
He pushes Lou's legs back so he can get to him properly, practically folding him in half, and Lou lets out a desperate whine.
"That's it, babygirl," Oliver murmurs, spreading Lou's cheeks wide, "want to taste that sweet cunt."
Another choked sob falls from Lou's lips just as Oliver thought it would - Lou's weakness for his accent on certain words wasn't exactly a secret - and Oliver responds by leaning in to lick along the crease of his ass, slow and teasing and just how he knows Lou likes it.
Even so, Oliver's never heard him sound quite like this before, never had him so desperate, so god damn wrecked before they've even really started; it's so hot Oliver hardly knows what to do with himself, his cock achingly hard and straining against the fabric of his shorts as he tries not to rut mindlessly against the wall of the pool in response to every noise his boyfriend makes.
"Fuck-" Lou squirms beneath him, muscles tensing with anticipation as Oliver presses in close and pushes the tip of his tongue past his rim, the edge of the bikini rubbing against his cheek where he's pulling it out of the way with a thumb.
Lou bucks his hips when Oliver presses his tongue all the way in, a hand finding its way back into his curls as he whines desperately.
Oliver gives him barely a moment to get used to the feeling before he starts flicking his tongue in and out of him in earnest, sloppy and obscenely noisy as Lou loses his mind above him.
"Jesus, Oli, baby," he moans and Oliver pulls back, chin wet with saliva as he grins.
"You like having my tongue deep in your pussy, hm?"
"Yes, yeah," Lou babbles, letting go of Oliver's hair and pulling his legs tighter against his chest as if he hopes that will help Oliver get even deeper.
"You wet for me, baby girl? You soaking through your slutty little bikini?"
"Fuck yes, so wet, just for you," Lou replies, breathless and beautiful and looking at Oliver with something like awe in his gaze.
"Good," Oliver says before diving right back in, mouthing and sucking and nibbling around Lou's pretty pink hole before slipping his tongue back inside him.
He goes for as long as he can, enjoying every gasp and whine and desperate sob that he pulls from his boyfriend's lips as he opens him up with his tongue but eventually he has to come up for air and he takes the opportunity to admire the sight of Lou's spit slick hole, bikini pushed to the side and soaked with pre-come where Lou's cock is leaking.
"Fuck, look at you," he breathes, stepping up onto the ledge so he can see him properly, sprawled out on the ground whining and begging, his skin flushed and shining with sweat. He slips a finger beneath the fabric and past Lou's rim to replace his tongue, pulling a low whine from lips red with biting. "So fucking pretty, baby, I love this bikini on you. You like wearing it?"
"Yeah," Lou replies, sounding just as dazed as he looks.
"You feel as pretty as you look?"
Lou blushes fiercely as he nods again and Oliver grins, pushing a second finger inside him.
"Maybe we can go shopping together next time?" he asks as Lou writhes with every torturously slow curl of his fingers. "Let me pick out something for you, how about that? Something pretty that shows you off just like this one. Maybe a nice blue, hm? Or, a pattern even, could get a nice flowery one to show off those tits in, what do you think?"
Lou nods desperately, his forehead creased in a frown as he tries to concentrate on responding. "Yeah, baby, please, want you to pick something pretty for me."
"Oh I will, sweetheart, don't you worry," Oliver replies, "gonna pick something that makes you feel so good, so pretty, and then I'm gonna fuck you in it, baby girl, fuck that pussy so good you'll ache for a week."
A tear leaks from the corner of Lou's eye as he whines. "Please, baby, please, I need you," he murmurs, almost completely out of it with pleasure. "Want you inside me, fill me up, please-"
"That what you want, huh? You want my cock inside your wet cunt, baby, is that it? Want to feel me come deep inside you?"
"Yes, yes, please-"
Lou is almost sobbing at this point and Oliver might hesitate if he couldn't see the way Lou's cock twitched and throbbed with every word, if he didn't know his boyfriend almost better than he knew himself.
"Hold still then, sweetheart," he says, pulling his fingers out of Lou's hole as Lou tenses beneath him. He immediately reaches for the waistband of his swim shorts, pushing them down over his neglected cock with a low moan as he thanks whoever built the pool for putting a ledge in at exactly the right height for him to fuck his boyfriend on the side of it.
Lou spreads his legs as Oliver lines himself up, pulling the bikini aside once more and pressing the head of his aching cock against Lou's hole. He holds it there, teasing him as he takes a moment to admire the view, eyes lingering on the curve of his pecs and the swell of his cock, now poking out through the frills of his bikini.
Lou digs his fingers into his own thighs, his breath hitching as Oliver pushes into him torturously slowly.
"That's it baby, keep still for me," Oliver says, his own voice wrecked as he finally gets to feel his own pleasure. "There's my good girl."
Lou's answering moan is his filthiest yet, wanton and needy and desperate, and Oliver's breath hitches in response, unable to believe that he'd ended up with a boyfriend who just wanted so god damn much.
He gives Lou a moment to adjust once he's fully seated, taking the opportunity to calm his racing heart, just a little; he already knows he's not going to last long and if the amount of pre-come already leaking from Lou's cock is anything to go by, neither is he.
"Feel good, sweetheart?" he breathes, muscles tensing as he tries not to blow his load right off the bat.
"So good, so so good-" Lou replies, reaching for Oliver's hips and digging his fingers in hard enough to bruise. Oliver plants his hands on Lou's chest in return, this time over the bikini so Lou can feel it against his skin every time he squeezes his pecs.
"You feel good too, baby, warm and so wet, just for me."
He starts moving, slow at first and then faster as he gives himself up to the feel of Lou's ass, to the sight of the hot pink bikini against his tanned and muscled skin and the feel of it as it catches with each drag of his cock. The slap of skin on skin and the splash of the water as Oliver snaps his hips are the only sounds to be heard, echoing across the yard and into the mountains beyond.
"Oh, you're tight, darling, feels so good-"
He continues babbling, a litany of nonsense falling from his lips as he fucks Lou into oblivion and takes himself along too, mouth hanging open with pleasure. He knows the moment he's hit Lou's prostate because it punches a strangled gasp from his throat, the noise sending a shiver of pleasure down Oliver's spine.
"There baby, please, right there-" Lou begs and Oliver obliges, pounding into him frantically now, his chest heaving with exertion.
He squeezes Lou's pecs, thumbing his nipples through the fabric just as he snaps his hips particularly hard and then Lou is crying out, tears leaking from his eyes as he spills over his stomach without his cock ever being touched. Oliver fucks him all the way through it, punching soft ahs from him with every snap of his hips.
"There you go, pretty thing," he murmurs, his own orgasm barrelling towards him at lightning speed. "Look at you, coming on my cock like that, baby girl, you feel so good-"
Lou clenches around him with a whine and then Oliver is coming too, cock spilling into Lou's ass as his hips stutter, white hot ecstasy skipping through every nerve in his body. He thrusts for just a moment longer before his body gives out with the pleasure and he lets himself collapse on top of Lou, the two of them breathing like they'd just run a marathon.
"Jesus Christ," Lou mutters eventually, sounding about as dazed as Oliver feels.
Oliver laughs, feeling a little giddy. "Yeah."
He eventually pushes himself up, stepping backwards off the ledge and into the water to cool his overheated skin, watching as Lou sits up.
"I hope that'll wash," he smirks, glancing at the come-stained bikini as he holds out a hand.
Lou takes it, allowing Oliver to pull him into the water. He immediately presses close against him and slides his arms around his neck, a soft, teasing smile on his face. "If it doesn't, you're buying me another one."
"Oh, I don't need an excuse," he replies, smirking as he captures Lou's lips in a heated kiss. "Anything for my baby girl."
@louliversummerweek, day four: alternate universes
6,302 words // rated G // read on ao3
pov alternating // alternate universe - different first meeting // mutual pining // las vegas // drunken kissing // accidental marriage // getting together
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It's lunchtime on set when Oliver gets the call.
"Should have told you about my what?" he asks through a mouthful of salad, not quite sure if he's heard the woman correctly.
"Your wedding, sir," the eerily chipper voice on the other end of the line says. "It's procedure to let us know so we can update your visa and tax records accordingly."
"But I'm not married?"
The woman - Janine, he thinks her name is - laughs, the kind of fake customer service chuckle that tells him she'll only tolerate him for so much longer.
"Well, the digital copy of the marriage license in front of me says otherwise, sir."
Oliver closes his eyes then opens them again, trying to wake himself up from the dream he's clearly having because he'd like to think he'd remember getting married.
He's not even in a relationship, for crying out loud.
He says so to Janine but she only reiterates that she's looking right at the license, signed and dated.
"And what is the date on it?" he asks, hoping it's one for which he can prove he was on set, prove that there's been some kind of understanding.
"20th October," she says and Oliver's heart sinks to the floor.
Three months ago. When he was in Vegas for Kenny's birthday.
The city famous for drunk weddings.
Shit.
He swallows thickly.
"And uh, who am I married to?"
********
"Lou, good to finally meet you," Oliver says, holding out a hand that's immediately dwarfed in Lou's.
"Same man, heard a lot about you." Lou grins and it scrunches his eyes in a way that Oliver knows he'll be thinking about for quite some time.
"All bad, obviously," Kenny chips in, gum snapping as he leads them all towards the check in line. "I thought we'd do me and Ani in one room and Oli and Lou in the other, seeing as they'll be getting nice and cosy soon anyway."
Kenny turns and wiggles his eyebrows, a shit-eating grin on his face as he looks between Oliver and Lou.
Oliver laughs with the rest of them even as his stomach churns uncomfortably.
Buck's upcoming storyline was one that Oliver couldn't wait to tackle, had been wanting to tackle ever since the idea of Buck coming out was shut down back in season four.
The problem is, he hadn't expected to be quite so attracted to the guy he'd soon be kissing onscreen.
Lou is exactly Oliver's type, tall and classically handsome with a smile almost as broad as his shoulders and a cleft chin that Oliver immediately wants to get his lips on.
Add to that the fact that according to Kenny he was a goofball and a sweetheart to boot and Oliver thinks he might be in trouble.
********
Lou heads into the lunch area, heart racing as he looks for a familiar head of curls amongst the cast and crew.
He finds Oliver near the back wall, face in his hands as Aisha talks to the top of his head, looking concerned.
"Am I interrupting?" he says, hovering awkwardly nearby as Oliver groans, dropping his head to the table. "I, uh, I can come back…"
"No, no, you're good," Aisha says, beckoning him over as she glances hesitantly at Oliver. "You alright?"
"Yeah, I just wanted to talk to Oliver about something."
Lou sits down and Oliver finally lifts his head, a pained sort of smile on his face that immediately puts Lou on the back foot.
"Hi, sorry," he says, pulling out his phone, "I'll get out of your hair in a minute, I just needed to ask you about this."
He slides his phone over to Oliver, opened to a screenshot of his credit card statement for October. "I don't suppose you know anything about this?"
Oliver's face drains of all colour, the pained smile turning to a grimace and telling Lou that he knows exactly what the charge labelled Little White Wedding Chapel is for.
"Did one of us get married in Vegas?"
********
"Nice room," Lou says, dropping his bag on the floor by the desk and heading towards the window. "And a view of the strip, thank god. I was worried we were gonna end up looking at that god damned sphere all night."
He knows he's rambling but he's not quite sure yet where he stands with Oliver and his nerves are getting the better of him.
Lou can't decide if he loves or hates Kenny for putting him in a room with the guy he was about to be romancing onscreen.
He'd heard so much about him that he feels like he already knows him and yet this Oliver seems quieter, more reserved than the one Kenny was constantly regaling him with stories of, and he wouldn't be sure what to do with that at the best of times, let alone when they were supposed to be working together on one of the biggest storylines the show had ever done in a few weeks time.
"Yeah, s'nice," Oliver says, giving Lou a smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. "You want the bed near the window?"
Lou shrugs, indifferent. "No preference."
Oliver just nods and puts his bag on the bed nearest the door before heading into the bathroom and shutting the door behind him.
Lou sighs.
This was going to be a long weekend.
********
Oliver stares at Lou's phone, praying that the ground will open up and swallow him whole.
"Yeah," is all he says for now, not quite able to form the words yet to tell Lou the full story.
"Aisha, can you give us a sec?" Oliver says and she nods, if a little reluctantly.
"You know where I am if you need me."
"Thanks."
"Oliver, what's going on?" Lou asks, his frown deepening.
Oliver takes a minute to compose himself even though he knows there's really no way to do this gently.
"So, I got a call from the IRS about half an hour ago," he starts and Lou looks perplexed by the apparent non-sequitur.
"Okay…"
"They were calling to let me know that I was supposed to notify them if I got married."
"But you're not…" Lou's eyes widen as it clicks. "You got married in Vegas."
"Apparently," Oliver says, blushing hard and thinking that he must have done something really bad in a past life to warrant the ridiculous situation he's apparently now in. "I don't remember."
Lou sits back in his chair, rubbing a hand across his face. "Jesus, Oli." He starts laughing, eyes still wide with disbelief. "Well, who's the lucky gal?"
********
After dinner, they head back to their rooms with plans for an early night, ready to start Kenny's birthday off with a bang in the morning.
Oliver had been quiet enough at dinner that the others had noticed, unable to shake the unsettled feeling that had come over him upon meeting Lou.
He'd claimed a headache and a bad night's sleep and tried to pull himself together, aware that he was currently, if not bad, then certainly miserable company.
It hadn't helped that Lou had been exactly himself at dinner, witty and charming and so god damn attractive that Oliver could hardly take his eyes off of him.
And then Lou comes out of the bathroom in only a pair of jersey shorts, looking like a freaking adonis as he flops onto the king size bed with a groan.
"I swear I'm getting too old for this," he says and Oliver laughs despite the turmoil churning in his mind.
"Too old for what, three beers at dinner?"
"Exactly," Lou grins, rolling over to look at Oliver where he's sat on the edge of his own bed, elbows resting on his knees as he scrolls Instagram.
"You know what Kenny and Ani have planned for us tomorrow, right?" he asks, eyebrow raised sceptically, and Lou groans again, rolling until his face is buried in the pillow.
"Yeah, I'm trying not to think about it, honestly."
Oliver huffs a laugh before heading into the bathroom himself, brushing his teeth and changing into his own sleeping shorts.
Lou is in bed when he comes back out, propped up against the pillows looking at his phone, and part of Oliver wants nothing more than to climb in beside him, to curl up against the weight of him and sleep like that forever.
"Hey, uh," Lou starts once Oliver has gotten into bed himself - his own bed, despite his desires, "you are okay with me being your new love interest, right?"
The question catches Oliver off guard and he fumbles for an answer for a moment, unable to get the words out.
"Yeah, of course I am," he says eventually but Lou raises a sceptical eyebrow.
"Right, it's just I couldn't help but notice the way you tense up every time Kenny or Ani mentions it. And this is the most you've spoken to me all day."
Oliver looks away, a flush of guilt running through him.
"Sorry," he says, hoping Lou knows that he really does mean it. "I really am excited about Tommy coming back and finally getting bi Buck. I just…"
He trails off, unsure quite how to articulate how he's feeling without admitting that he's been acting like a dick because he has a crush.
"You just what?" Lou asks, voice level and more patient than Oliver probably would be in the same situation.
"I guess… I guess it just feels real, now that I've met you, you know?" he says, and it's not entirely untrue. "If that even makes sense."
Lou smiles at him, warm and understanding. "It makes sense."
They share a long look before Lou breaks it, switching off his bedside lamp and and sliding down under the sheets.
"Better get some beauty sleep before our Friday fun day," he says, grinning at Oliver before rolling over. "G'night."
Oliver lets his gaze linger a moment on the curve of his shoulder, on the back of his head and his soft, messy curls, wondering how he's going to get through the weekend without doing something incredibly stupid.
"Night."
********
Oliver huffs a laugh right back at him, rubbing a hand across his face before pulling his phone out of his pocket.
He taps a few times in silence before sliding the phone across the table and Lou thinks that can't be good, not if he can't even say it aloud.
He can't pretend he's feeling entirely normal about the whole situation as it is, not when he'd been harbouring a mammoth crush on Oliver almost since the moment he'd met him. It's ridiculous, he knows, to feel jealous about a marriage that Oliver had apparently only found out about half an hour ago, but his rationality had apparently gone on holiday and taken his sense with it.
"Wow, that bad, huh?" he says, immediately regretting it when Oliver winces.
"Just… read it, please."
He sounds almost as serious as Lou's ever heard him and so he takes the phone, picking it up and frowning at the digital copy of a wedding certificate on the screen.
A wedding certificate with his own name on, neatly pencilled next to Oliver's.
********
"Please tell me this is nearly over," Lou mutters to Oliver as they follow Kenny to the next supposedly amazing venue on his list of must see bars. "I'm so full of liquid I think I might burst if you poke me."
Oliver goes to poke him, a tipsy grin on his face as Lou slaps his hand away.
"You guys are so boring!" Anirudh shouts back at them, skipping down the street behind Kenny, a pair of comedically large shades on his face and a yard long margarita in his hand. "And old!"
"Kenny's the oldest! That's why we're here!" Lou retorts as Oliver mutters something about only being three years older than Anirudh.
"Well, it's only six thirty!" Kenny calls, popping his gum as he turns to grin at them. "We got all night to go yet!"
Oliver groans when they get to the next place, flopping into a booth next to Lou as the others head for the bar. "I can't remember the last time I was this drunk."
"Me neither," Lou replies, leaning his head back against the seat. "It's been fun, though."
Oliver laughs, raising his eyebrow in a way that definitely doesn't make Lou a little hot under the collar.
"I don't believe you."
"Not the drinking, I mean," Lou replies, rolling his eyes and then regretting it when it makes him feel nauseous.
"What then?" Oliver asks, throwing his arms up. "Drinking is literally the only thing we've been doing all day."
"Not the only thing," Lou says, turning to look at Oliver and his beautiful, pink flushed cheeks. "We've been talking. That's been fun."
Though the quality of the conversation had certainly devolved as the day wore on, the two of them had spent most of the time stuck to each other's side, talking about anything and everything; it had done absolutely nothing for the raging crush that Lou could feel brewing almost like a tangible thing beneath his skin.
He watches as Oliver opens his mouth and then closes it again.
"Yeah," he says, eventually, an unreadable expression on his face. "It has."
"Especially considering I thought you didn't like me yesterday," Lou adds, grinning wide as Oliver frowns.
"Why did you think that?" he asks as he leans closer, close enough that Lou can smell the alcohol on his breath.
"You barely spoke to me and you were weird about the fact that we're gonna have to kiss."
Oliver gapes at him, doing a passable impression of a fish. "I wasn't weird about it," he says, sounding offended.
"You were!" Lou says, sitting up and pointing at him. "You were weird about it and like, you don't need to be. I'm a great kisser."
"Prove it," Oliver says, and now it's Lou's turn to gape open-mouthed.
"What?
********
Oliver watches Lou's face, clocks the moment he sees his own name on the certificate in front of him.
"Oliver," he murmurs, shaking his head. "What the fuck? Is this real?"
"You think I'd lie about something like this?" Oliver retorts, frowning.
"No, I'm sorry, I don't think that at all," Lou replies, instantly apologetic. "I just… did we really get married?"
One of the lightning technicians on the next table gives them a look at the word married and Oliver starts panicking about the news getting out before they've even had a chance to talk about it.
"Can we go to my trailer? We need to talk, privately."
A flash of something unreadable crosses Lou's face but he nods, getting up and following Oliver to where the trailers are parked.
"Did we really get married?" Lou asks again once the door is closed behind them.
"Yeah," Oliver replies, collapsing onto his couch. "I called the chapel and they confirmed it. Witnessed by a couple we pulled off the street."
He tries to keep his voice level even as his heart races and his thoughts spin; he can't quite tell how Lou is feeling based on his reaction and it makes his stomach twist with nausea even though, feasibly, the only possible solution to all of this is an annulment.
Even though, if he's being truly, completely honest with himself, Oliver doesn't really want an annulment.
"How did neither of us remember this?" Lou asks after a moment's quiet, sitting down next to Oliver and running a hand through his hair.
Oliver shrugs. "I watched the start of the video, we were really fucking wasted."
Lou freezes next to him.
"There's video?"
********
Kenny and Anirudh appear just at that moment with drinks and Oliver doesn't get the chance to say it again.
A very small part of his brain tries to tell him that it's for the best, that he really shouldn't be trying to kiss his soon to be co-star but the problem is, he really really wants to and that's enough of a reason for drunk Oliver.
He's spent almost all day wondering what Lou's lips might taste like, what his stubble might feel like catching against his own as they kiss, hot and hard and heavy, and well, Oliver isn't one to give up quite so easily.
No, he's going to bide his time until it's just the two of them again, because he also saw the flash of want in Lou's eyes when he'd told him to prove it, suspects that the reason they'd gotten off to an awkward start was because they were both so attracted to each other that they couldn't think straight.
Ha, straight.
Oliver vows to himself that there's no way he's ending the night without learning the taste of Lou's mouth.
If the radioactive looking cocktail Kenny has bought him is anything to go by, it'll taste blue.
********
There's video, Lou thinks, trying not to let on how much he wants to see it.
It's probably a stupid idea, will only hurt when he watches himself reading the wedding vows part of him wishes he could say to Oliver for real, but he can't shake the idea, can't envision annulling their accidental marriage without at least watching the moment it happened.
He's trying to think of how to ask Oliver if he can see it when Oliver beats him to it.
"Do you want to watch it?" he asks tentatively, face carefully blank as he looks anywhere but at Lou.
"Do you? All of it, I mean," Lou replies, just as tentatively; he won't pretend it hadn't hurt a little to see Oliver so despondent about their accidental marriage, as if being married to Lou was the worst thing in the world, and it feels like it might at least mean something if Oliver wants to watch it too before they get an annulment.
Oliver pulls out his phone in lieu of an answer, tapping through to his emails.
********
Lou is still reeling from Oliver's prove it when they leave that bar, the vibrantly blue cocktail he'd practically downed doing absolutely nothing to help steady him as they follow the others down the strip, bumping into each other as often as they don't.
"I think we lost Kenny and Ani," Oliver says after a while and Lou realises belatedly that he's right.
"Shit," he mutters, turning round just in case they'd accidentally doubled back on themselves; at this point he wouldn't put it past them to have somehow managed it, their sense of direction having disappeared with their sobriety.
"That's okay," Oliver replies, a wide grin on his face. "We don't need them to have fun."
Lou raises an eyebrow, or at least tries to. "What were you thinking?"
"I think I saw a drag bar back that way," he says, looking awfully pleased with himself as he gestures vaguely back towards the way they'd come.
Lou shrugs. "Alright," he agrees and Oliver immediately grabs his hand and starts leading him back along the strip. Lou lets him, savouring the feel of his hand, warm and soft in his own.
They're soon on a rainbow dancefloor, sweaty and grinning as the most stunning looking drag queen Lou has ever seen sings them through a slew of 80s and 90s classics.
They're both another garishly bright cocktail in before Lou leans in to Oliver's ear and says, "did you mean it?"
"Mean what?"
Lou takes a deep breath; now or fucking never. "When you told me to prove I was a good kisser."
Oliver pulls back enough for Lou to see his face, to see the hope making a home on his pink flushed cheeks as he nods.
"Yeah," he shouts over the music, and Lou doesn't waste another second before capturing Oliver's lips with his own.
********
Oliver has done some stupid things in his time, but this? Watching the video of his drunken, impromptu marriage to the man he's been harbouring feelings for for months?
Yeah, this was completely idiotic.
He's really not sure what he's expecting to achieve by watching it but the fact that Lou also wants to see it gives him a faint - and probably delusional - sense of hope as he pulls up the video and presses play.
********
Oliver had been exactly right when he'd thought that Lou's mouth would taste blue.
He sinks into him immediately, slipping his tongue past the seam of Lou's lips with absolutely no regard for the fact that they're in the middle of a dancefloor in a packed bar.
He feels rather than hears Lou hum into his mouth and that only spurs him on, pressing himself against Lou until they're flush from head to toe, so close that they might as well be one person.
They only break apart to breathe and Oliver is gratified to see that Lou's face is flushed and his eyes are wide, his chest heaving just as much as Oliver's is.
"You were right," Oliver grins, shouting over the music. "You are a good kisser."
"Told you!" Lou replies, looking adorably smug.
"You wanna get out of here?" Oliver asks, this time leaning right into Lou's ear, close enough to feel the shiver his words send through him.
Lou nods. "Yes, yeah."
They stumble out onto the street, both sweatier and drunker than when they'd gone in, and start heading in the direction Oliver thinks their hotel is in.
The strip is busy and Oliver reaches for Lou's hand, ostensibly so they don't get separated but really because he just wants to touch him.
They're probably halfway back to their hotel when someone wearing a wedding dress offers them a flyer for ten percent off a walk in ceremony.
Oliver reads it then passes it to Lou. "Imagine if we got married," he says for reasons that he can't quite parse in his current state of inebriation, and Lou's eyes widen.
"That would be crazy," he says, nodding.
********
Oliver presses play and Lou holds his breath almost without realising when he sees himself standing at the top of an aisle with an Elvis impersonator.
He's wearing a borrowed black tuxedo jacket over his Henley, a boutonniere hastily pinned to his lapel. He looks out of it, wavering on his feet and so beyond hammered that the current him can't believe that anywhere would even let him get married in that state.
The worst thing is that now he's looking at it, some of the memories are coming back, brief hints and flashes of sugary kisses and warm hands, and he can feel his face flushing hot at the recollection.
He feels Oliver tense beside him when the traditional wedding march starts and he appears onscreen, also wearing a borrowed suit jacket.
The Lou on the screen turns to Oliver and the look in his eyes is almost as sickeningly fond as it is ridiculous; they'd known each other for barely twenty four hours at that point and here he was, looking like he'd dreamed of marrying Oliver for years.
It's a relief to see that Oliver looks to be in much the same state, both swaying on his feet and gazing at Lou like he's hung the moon, so at least they can be mortified together.
"I can't believe they let us get married," Oliver murmurs, echoing Lou's thoughts when the Vegas Oliver nearly falls flat on his face walking up the aisle.
********
Lou's not exactly sure how they got from the street to here but he's not going to complain, not when Oliver is walking towards him with the brightest grin on his face.
The two women they'd pulled in with them to be witnesses sit cheering in the otherwise empty chapel, loud above the music and the Elvis impersonating officiant. Lou almost wants to laugh at the ridiculousness of the situation until Oliver is suddenly in front of him, looking like the most beautiful thing Lou has ever seen.
"Hi," he says, and Lou grins right back at him.
"Hey."
The ceremony passes in a blur, both of them saying what they're supposed to when they're supposed to and then suddenly they're married and Elvis is saying, "you may kiss the groom."
Lou doesn't need telling twice and the women whoop and cheer some more as he captures Oliver's lips with his own, rather less chaste than is perhaps acceptable for a chapel.
"Hey, husband," he says when they break apart for air and Oliver's answering grin is so bright Lou almost wishes he was wearing his sunglasses.
********
Oliver hears Lou call him husband, sees his own smile in response and drops the phone, getting up from the couch and heading out the door as fast as he can without actually running.
He only makes it around the back of his trailer before he's leaning against it for support, his knees week and his stomach churning.
It's just that now he's seeing it, now that he's watching the wedding video he'd apparently paid five hundred dollars for, he remembers some of it, flashes here and there of kissing on a dancefloor and the objectively terrible Elvis impersonator that officiated the ceremony.
He remembers the taste of Lou's lips even beneath all the alcohol, remembers the feel of his hands as he twined their fingers together and walked them back to their hotel room as impromptu husbands.
He gets barely a moment to catch his breath before Lou is beside him, hands firm on his shoulders as he pulls him up.
"Hey, it's okay," Lou says, voice soft and gentle, like Oliver is a flighty horse trying to bolt and, well, he's not far off. "It's okay, Oli."
Oliver can't even begin to hide the despair in his voice when he replies. "How is it okay?" he says, leaning his weight against the trailer so Lou doesn't have to hold him, so he doesn't have to feel Lou's hands on him.
Lou doesn't let go.
"Because all we need to do is get an annulment," he says, eyes searching Oliver's face. "We get an annulment and we don't even need to tell anyone. It's nobody's business but ours."
It hurts to hear Lou being so blase about it, like he's desperate to get the annulment and pretend none of it ever happened, and the hurt spurs Oliver's mouth to running before he can stop it.
"What if I don't want to?"
********
They stumble back to the hotel, giddy and grinning, stopping every few feet to make out like horny teenagers.
Once in their room, Oliver pushes the door closed and then presses Lou against it, kissing him like his life depends on it. He still tastes of that god damn blue abomination of a cocktail and Oliver is almost certain that his own tongue is dyed blue at this point just from kissing him.
Lou slides his hands beneath Oliver's t-shirt, hands warm on his already flushed skin. He lets Lou push away from the door and walk him back to the nearest bed, lips locked in a searing kiss all the while.
It's only when Lou pushes him down onto the bed and climbs on top of him that Oliver thinks that perhaps this isn't the best idea.
"Wait," he says, and Lou does, looking at him with a quizzical eyebrow.
"You okay?"
"Yeah, I just… maybe we should stop."
"You wanna stop?" Lou asks, sounding suddenly worried, and Oliver's heart warms at his concern.
"No, I don't want to, but maybe we should." He takes a moment, trying to organise his alcohol-muddled brain into something resembling coherent thought. "I mean, at least until we're not hammered." He smiles up at Lou, reaching up to brush a sweaty lock of hair from his forehead. "I wanna remember our first time."
He's sure he'd cringe at that if he wasn't so drunk he can hardly think but as it is it makes Lou smile and that's the only thing in the world he cares about right now.
"Okay," Lou nods, leaning down for one last kiss before he rolls off of him.
Oliver hums contentedly as Lou snuggles into his side instead, body warm and comforting beside him.
Barely thirty seconds later they're both asleep.
********
"You don't want an annulment?" Lou asks, not completely sure he's heard correctly because that's…
Yeah, that's kinda crazy.
Oliver seems to realise what he's said when Lou repeats his words back to him, shrinking in on himself as he shakes his head. "No, sorry, that's stupid. Ignore me."
"I'm not going to ignore you," Lou says, rolling his eyes fondly. "I'm going to talk at you until you tell me what's really going on."
Oliver huffs a laugh even as he scrubs a hand across his eyes, clearly trying to discretely brush away a tear.
"It's fine."
"It's absolutely not fine," Lou counters, heart in his throat as he works up the courage to ask his next question. "Why don't you want an annulment?"
He's sure there's all kinds of answers Oliver could give him but his mind is fixating on only one option, on the almost infinitesimally minuscule possibility that maybe Oliver wants this too.
It feels ridiculous to even think it and yet once the idea is there, Lou can't let it go. It would certainly explain Oliver's behaviour since he'd found out; perhaps he'd been freaking out because he'd accidentally ended up married to someone he'd been hiding feelings for.
Lou knows exactly how that feels.
"I remember," Oliver says eventually, his voice barely audible above the hustle and bustle of a working set as he steadfastly avoids Lou's gaze.
It's not often that Lou is speechless, but there are times when even he doesn't know what to say except, "oh."
"Not all of it," Oliver continues. "Just, bits, here and there. Uh, kisses, and some of the ceremony, but… well, enough to know…" He sucks in a breath, finally meeting Lou's eyes. "To know that I liked it."
********
Lou wakes to someone banging on the door and he winces at the accompanying thud of pain in his head, pulling the sheets up over himself as if that might make both the pain and the person go away.
He's not sure he's ever been this hungover in his life which, well that tracks; he'd never been that drunk before, and he's already regretting it immensely.
He hears Oliver groan from the opposite bed and then get up, shuffling towards the door with a gravelly, "yeah, yeah, I'm coming."
The door opens and Lou hears Anirudh let out a low whistle.
"Damn, Oli, what happened to you?" he says, voice overly chipper for someone who'd also been drinking like a fish yesterday.
Oliver just grunts in response and Lou hears a whump as he collapses back onto the bed.
Lou sticks his head out from under the sheets, wincing at the light streaming in from behind the curtains. His mouth feels like fuzzy sandpaper and he just about manages a "mornin'" as Anirudh smirks at him.
"Afternoon, actually," he says, flashing them his phone as if Lou can see the time from there with eyes still bleary with alcohol. "Where the hell did you guys go last night?"
Lou tries to think and even in his freshly woken, hungover state he recognises that there's a big, blank gap of nothing in his memory.
"I… don't know?" he says, once again having to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth before speaking. "I remember… the bar with the green booths? And the Blue Lagoons?"
"Right after that is where we lost you, on the way to the rooftop tiki place," Anirudh says, helping himself to a water from their minibar.
Oliver lifts his head from the bed, squinting as he turns to look at Anirudh. "Not a fucking clue," he says, voice hoarse in a way that Lou doesn't find at all distracting. "Is Kenny mad we ditched him on his birthday?"
"You can ask him when he's awake but," Anirudh shrugs, "I doubt he'll even remember."
Lou grimaces. "I hope none of us did anything stupid."
********
Lou is quiet for long enough that Oliver starts to panic, wondering whether he's just made a huge mistake, and right before they were due to shoot their big storyline together.
"Shit, sorry-" he starts but Lou stops his mouth with a kiss, unexpected and gentle and enough to short circuit Oliver's brain completely.
"I liked it too," he says when he breaks it, looking at Oliver nervously, hopefully, as he waits for his reaction.
Oliver's not exactly sure how to convey exactly what he's feeling with words so instead he grasps Lou's face and pulls him in for another kiss, tasting his lips as memories of Vegas kisses come back to him all in a rush.
"Fuck," he mutters when they break for air and Lou chuckles, sounding amused but also a little dazed.
"Yeah, that about sums it up."
Both of them are quiet for a moment, simply taking each other in now that everything seemed to finally be out in the open.
"So, uh," Oliver eventually says, "now what?"
********
Oliver feels slightly more human after a shower and even better when Kenny appears at their door with a waiter and a whole trolley of food behind him.
"Thought we could use some fuel," he says, holding the door open for the guy as he grins at them all from beneath his sunglasses.
"Kenny, have I ever told you that I love you," Lou groans, sitting up in bed as the smell of breakfast - well, lunch at this point - permeates the room.
"I'm sure you have but feel free to repeat it." Kenny grins, tipping the waiter then joining them around the trolley.
"So I hear we ditched you," Oliver says once they're all settled and tucking in to their food.
"Don't ask me," Kenny replies, shaking his head and then wincing as the movement presumably agitates his hangover. "I don't remember anything past that place with the green booths and the Blue Lagoons."
"Yeah, us neither," Oliver says, frowning. "What the hell did they put in those things?"
"That's why I don't drink cocktails," Anirudh says, chuckling to himself. "Lethal in the wrong hands."
"Tasty, though," Lou adds, grinning. "And we're all in one piece, so it can't have been that bad, right?"
********
Lou smiles, slipping his hand into Oliver's. "I mean, I guess we need to decide whether-"
He's interrupted by the sound of the bell ringing, calling everyone back to set after lunch.
"Okay well first, we need to go and shoot the rest of the rescue," Lou says, chest blooming with warmth when Oliver laughs. "And then, I guess we need to decide whether we get an annulment."
A flicker of something unreadable crosses Oliver's face. "Is it… is it ridiculous if we don't?"
"Probably," Lou shrugs. "We've only known each other for four months and we weren't even a thing when we accidentally got married but I'd be lying if I said I hadn't been crushing on you embarrassingly hard the whole time I've known you."
Oliver blushes, looking away shyly. "Uh, yeah. Same. It's uh, it's why I was a bit of a dick to you that first night in Vegas."
Lou raises an eyebrow, unable to help a delighted grin. "Oh?"
"I fancied you like hell," Oliver admits, cheeks an unfairly attractive shade of pink, "and was worried about having to work with you on a romantic storyline when I couldn't stop thinking about kissing you in real life."
"Okay," Lou grins, feeling so inordinately fond that he might burst with it, "so we're both idiots, got it."
Oliver's eyes widen as something apparently occurs to him. "Uh, did we, um… consummate the marriage?"
"Oh," Lou replies, blushing hard as he tries to think back to that night. "I don't think so? I mean, I vaguely remember falling asleep next to you but we definitely woke up fully clothed in our own beds so…"
"Good," Oliver replies with a smirk, suddenly back to the cocky, flirty version of himself that Lou adores, "I didn't want to not have a first time to look forward to."
Lou wiggles his eyebrows and Oliver laughs as he leans in to kiss him again. Lou sinks into it, pressing him against the trailer until he hears a voice calling his name from round the corner.
"Has anyone seen Lou? Or Oliver?" the runner calls, not quite frantic yet but certainly on the way to it as she hurries past.
"We better go," he says, reluctantly pulling away from Oliver, disentangling their fingers.
"Okay."
Lou hesitates for just a moment before asking, "what are you doing after work?"
Oliver tries and fails to hide a smile. "Nothing, why?"
"You wanna grab dinner?" Lou says, grinning again when he realises the date. "It is our four month wedding anniversary after all."
"Oh god," Oliver groans, letting his head fall back against the trailer with a thunk, "we're fucking idiots."
Lou kisses him one last time, unable to help himself. "Yeah, we are." He forces himself to step away again. "See you later?"
Oliver nods, looking adorably happy. "Yeah."
"Sorry," Lou says when he rushes back onto set, letting the make up team fuss over him before getting into position in the helicopter.
Oliver follows shortly behind him, climbing into the back with a grin tugging at the corner of the lips that Lou had finally gotten to taste.
"Everything alright boys?" Aisha asks, eyebrow raised as she looks between them, and Lou can't help but grin, feeling all kinds of giddy.
@louliversummerweek, day three: dogs/dog park
2,071 words // rated G // read on ao3
fluff // dog walk // first kiss
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"Jade! Shit, Jade, here!"
Oliver jogs to catch up as his suddenly very excitable dog starts pulling on her extendable leash, the lock having unclicked itself yet again and reminding him that he really needed to get a new one.
She's halfway up the hill and jumping up at a hiker when he finally catches up with her, Bear following him eagerly like he thinks they're playing a game.
"Jade, here!" he says again, but she just looks at him as he walks over, her head tilted in confusion. "I'm so sorry," he says to the man, "I don't know what got into her."
"Probably excited to see a familiar face," the man says, turning towards Oliver with a big, scrunchy grin as he pets Jade behind the ears, much to her delight.
"Lou," Oliver says, surprised, though that's not exactly the reason his heart skips a beat in his chest.
"How you doing?" Lou asks, crouching down as Bear hurries over to join him too, jealous of the attention. "What it's been, like, six months since Kenny's party?"
Five months, three weeks and four days, is what Oliver thinks, the memory of the last time he'd seen Lou one that he often replayed in his mind.
"About that, yeah," is what he says, smiling as he tries desperately not to stare at the chest hair just curling out of the top of Lou's tank. "You uh, you out hiking?"
Lou nods, his smile widening as Jade nuzzles her head into his hand. "Yeah, just stretching the legs after a long day of sitting around on set."
"S.W.A.T, right?"
"Yeah, just finishing up on season six."
"Nice. Look forward to seeing it."
Lou turns his attention from Jade to Oliver, tilting his head as he looks up at him. "Didn't know you watched it."
"Yeah, well, I auditioned for Street back when it started so I'm kinda invested."
It's not a lie, but it's also not the real reason he'd watched the show.
No, the real reason was crouching right in front of him, petting his dogs.
Lou raises an eyebrow, surprised. "I didn't know that."
"Would've been fun but if it had worked out I wouldn't have gotten 9-1-1, so…"
A smile pulls at Lou's lips, soft and a little knowing. "For what it's worth, I prefer Buck to Street," he says, turning his attention back to Jade when she pointedly nudges his hand, miffed that he's stopped paying her attention.
Oliver's not quite sure what to say to that, his heart somewhere in the vicinity of his throat.
"Do you… do you wanna join us? On our walk, I mean," he eventually says, feeling silly for being so nervous about it.
It's just he'd been harbouring a crush on Lou ever since he'd come in to shoot season two.
They'd had no scenes together but Lou had instantly become good friends with Kenny, thereby becoming part of their extended social circle, invited to anything and everything.
Everyone liked him and Oliver was no exception; he'd been drawn to him almost immediately, the combination of classic good looks, goofball charm and wacky sense of humour meaning he'd never really stood a chance.
He'd spent the years since pining after him at every opportunity, every birthday party or summer BBQ they'd both been invited to, following him around like a lovesick teenager even as he could never quite get up the courage to ask him out, embarrassed to be that smitten as a grown man.
Something about Lou just knocked all the wind out of Oliver's usual cockiness and left him floundering, tripping over his words at even the simplest of questions. It's a feeling he's not used to but he can't pretend there's not a certain excitement about it, about liking someone so much that he turns into a bumbling idiot whenever he's around him.
"That'd be nice," Lou replies, pulling Oliver from his thoughts as he stands up, disentangling Bear and Jade with ease. "You want me to take one?"
"Sure." Oliver hands him Jade's leash, making sure to click the lock back into place. Jade seems thrilled to be with Lou and Oliver is both a little hurt that she'd ditch him so easily for someone she'd met just a handful of times and a little thrilled that Lou seems to love his dogs just as much as he does.
"So," Lou says, flashing him a grin as they start walking, "whatcha been up to?"
Oliver thinks this is the first time they've been properly alone but the conversation flows easily, his heart racing in his chest from more than just the exertion as Lou remembers things he'd mentioned off-hand at Kenny's party, asks about his family and about the show, and all the while seeming like he really cares.
Before Oliver knows it they're at the top of the canyon, both of them a little sweaty and breathing heavily from the hike.
He doesn't want to go straight back down and he's trying to come up with a reason to ask Lou to stay when Lou beats him to it.
"You wanna sit for a bit?" he asks, his cheeks flushed pink in a way that's unfairly attractive, and Oliver nods, grinning.
"Sure," he says, "give the dogs a break before we go back down."
Lou laughs, leaning forward on his thighs as he catches his breath. "Yeah, the dogs."
They find a secluded spot to rest, the two of them flopping down onto the grass. The dogs follow, Jade draping herself across Lou's lap much to Lou's apparent delight. Bear sits between them, clearly hedging his bets for who's going to give him more attention and Oliver chuckles, scratching him behind the ears.
"Hm, this is the life." Lou throws Oliver a quick glance that he's not exactly sure how to interpret. "Sitting with the dogs, looking out across the city as the sun goes down."
"Wow," Oliver says, clutching his chest in mock offence. "Good to know the dogs get higher billing than me."
"I mean…" Lou grins, shrugging as he goes back to fussing over Jade. "You've seen them, right? They're cute as hell."
"So, uh," Oliver replies after a moment's hesitation, aiming for nonchalant and almost certainly failing, "you don't have anyone else you'd rather be watching the sunset with?"
It's not exactly subtle, and Lou turns to look at him, an unreadable expression on his face.
"No," he says after a long moment, "not right now."
Oliver nods, not sure what to say to that even though he's the one that asked.
"Do you?" Lou says, and this time there's no mistaking the flicker of hope in his gaze.
"No," Oliver manages, his mouth suddenly as dry as the freaking Sahara. "Not right now."
Lou smiles, almost to himself as he nods, turning back to the dog in his lap.
They fall into a comfortable silence then, gazes flitting between the dogs and the sunset but also each other; more than once Oliver glances at Lou to see Lou already looking back at him and it tugs at something warm and pleasant in his chest even as he can't quite figure out how to take the next step, how to push it from this into something more now that he's fairly sure Lou wants it too.
He watches the sun set as he thinks, absent-mindedly petting Bear where he lays in between them, a physical representation of the barrier that Oliver can't quite seem to cross.
It happens to be a particularly beautiful evening for a sunset and if Oliver thought Lou was gorgeous before that's nothing to how he looks now, bathed in a glow of rust and burnt orange as the last of the sun's rays caress the line of his jaw, dip into the cleft of his chin and curl into his still slightly sweat damp hair.
Eventually the sun dips below the horizon and Oliver turns to Lou, allowing himself a moment to admire his profile before speaking.
"Suppose we should get back before it gets too dark," he says reluctantly, and Lou turns to him with a smile.
"Yeah, not sure the producers on either of our shows will thank us for spraining an ankle hiking in the dark," he says, shifting Jade off his legs so he can get to his feet.
He brushes himself off and then stretches, giving Oliver a tantalising glimpse of his stomach when his tank lifts with the movement.
Between being flustered at the sight of the dark trail of hair beneath Lou's belly button, Bear getting under his feet and the sudden pain that stabs through his right foot when he puts his weight on it, he manages to trip forward towards Lou, accidentally throwing himself into his arms.
Lou catches him with ease because of course he does, eyebrows knit with concern as he holds Oliver up. "You okay?"
"Uh, yeah, sorry, cramp," Oliver manages, trying not to show how affected he is by the feel of Lou's extremely large, warm hands on his shoulders, by the the soft tickle of Lou's breath across his chin and the way their chests are pressed close enough that he's sure Lou can feel his heart pounding in his chest. "And Bear trying to trip me up."
Lou slides a hand from Oliver's shoulder up to his jaw and Oliver's breath hitches as Lou's thumb brushes his cheek.
"Can't say I'm mad about it," he says with a fond smile before leaning in, capturing Oliver's lips in a gentle kiss.
It takes Oliver a moment to respond, surprised as he is by the feel of Lou's lips suddenly on his own.
He'd spent more time than he'd like to admit over the years wondering what it might feel like to kiss Lou and it's almost too much to finally know the answer, to no longer have to imagine it because his dog had tripped him right into Lou's arms.
He finally gets with the program, sliding his arms around Lou's waist as he pulls him in even closer, opening his mouth to deepen the kiss, just a little.
Lou responds in kind and though it's still chaste by most people's standards, Oliver feels like his whole world has just been blown open.
He doesn't want it to ever end but eventually Lou breaks the kiss, looking at Oliver with something akin to awe in his gaze.
"Fuck, I've been wanting to do that for years," he says and Oliver can't help but chuckle with relief and also disbelief, pulling Lou right back in for another kiss as the dogs yap at their feet, annoyed that they're no longer the centre of attention.
"Me too," he murmurs into Lou's mouth, earning himself a contented hum from the man in his arms.
Another few minutes later and they break apart again, the pair of them grinning giddily as they look at each other.
"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Lou asks, his voice breathless in a way that sends Oliver's thoughts spinning.
"Uh," he replies eloquently, struggling to think through the fog of I just kissed Lou in his mind.
Lou just laughs, brushing his thumb along Oliver's jaw. "You wanna get dinner?"
Oliver nods, not trusting himself to speak.
"Great," Lou says, grinning. "Pick you up at seven? If we make it down the hill in one piece, that is," he adds, tilting his head playfully as Oliver smiles at him in a daze.
"Sounds good," he replies, not quite able to believe an ordinary dog walk had turned into a sunset kiss and the promise of a date.
Lou picks up Jade's leash with one hand and, after a moment's hesitation, holds out the other for Oliver to take.
Oliver blushes as he slips his free hand into Lou's, twining their fingers together for the walk back down. It's been a while since he'd held anyone's hand and he makes the most of it, brushing his thumb across Lou's just because he can.
Before they get going, Lou leans in for another quick kiss, grinning into it so much it's more smile than kiss.
"Can't believe I have your dogs to thank for finally getting to kiss you," he says and Oliver laughs, something warm blooming in his chest as they make their way back to the city together.
@louliversummerweek, day two: thigh riding
2,017 words // rated E // read on ao3
porn without plot // established relationship // teasing // thigh riding // frottage
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Lou would be lying if he said he hadn't spent all day thinking about his boyfriend's dick.
It was all Oliver's fault, of course.
Lou had barely set foot on the S.W.A.T set that morning when his phone had buzzed with a picture message from the man he'd left pouting in bed, grumpy because Lou had overslept and didn't have time to get him off before he left for work.
He'd promised to make up for it when he got home but Oliver had apparently been too impatient to wait, instead getting himself off and sending Lou the proof in a series of photos.
The first was more artsy than anything else, the camera pointed down along Oliver's stomach and towards the suggestion of a bulge beneath the bedsheets, though the balanced composition and good lighting didn't stop Lou from nearly walking into a door when he opened it, his eyes wide and his dick twitching in his pants.
The second photo had forgone composition in favour of filth; Oliver had thrown the sheet aside, his hard cock now in full view where it lay across his stomach, tip glistening with pre-come, and Lou had cursed internally, desperately trying to will down his own half hard dick as he waited for his make up lady to return from her call.
A continuous stream of photos had followed throughout the rest of the day, each one taken mere seconds after the last, documenting every obscene moment of Oliver's morning jerk off session.
After the first few, Lou had had to stop looking at them for the sake of his own sanity, instead waiting until lunch when he could hide in his trailer and admire them in peace. He'd flicked through them almost like a stop-motion film, his eyes wide and his dick painfully hard, and it had taken every inch of willpower he possessed to stick to his rule of not jerking off at work.
A rule that Oliver was apparently using to torture him.
Needless to say, he's feeling a little worked up by the time he walks through their front door later that day.
Oliver is in the living room, sprawled flat on the sofa and apparently taking a nap while the dogs do the same scattered across the porch outside. Normally Lou would stop to admire the sight before petting the hell out of all five of the dogs but the only thing on his mind right now is how much he needs to get his hands on his god damn tease of a boyfriend.
Oliver stirs when Lou climbs onto his lap, looking up at him with a lazy smirk. "Hey babe, how was your day?"
Lou practically growls in response. "You bastard," he says, leaning down to capture his lips in a searing kiss. Oliver hums into his mouth and Lou swallows the sound, his dick hardening embarrassingly quickly.
"Take it you liked the pictures, hm?" Oliver asks when they eventually break for air, an annoyingly smug smile on his pink-flushed face. "Did they make you hard?"
"Been fighting off a boner all freaking day," Lou replies, mouthing at Oliver's throat as Oliver chuckles, low and a little condescending.
"Not fighting it off now," he says and Lou shakes his head.
"Need you, baby. Been waiting for this."
Oliver sighs, long and a little melodramatic and Lou gets the impression he's not going to like whatever is about to come out of Oliver's mouth.
"Too bad you'll have to do it yourself."
Sometimes he hates being right.
His head snaps up, his eyes narrowing. "What?"
"I said, too bad you'll have to do it yourself," Oliver says, the shit-eating grin tugging at the corner of his lips telling Lou that he's enjoying this way too much. "You know, the way you left me to jerk off this morning."
Lou absolutely doesn't whine. "Babe, I overslept-"
"And I had to come over my own hand instead of yours," Oliver shrugs, his eyes twinkling with amusement. "It's only fair." He grins wolfishly. "I'm allowed to watch though. I sent you all those pictures, after all."
Lou only stares at him, his brain short-circuiting a little with desperation; he wants nothing more than for Oliver to get him off and yet the thought of jerking off as he watches is one that sends his cock throbbing in his pants, as eager as he is to finally come after a whole day of holding himself back.
Well, he thinks, getting to his feet, if Oliver wants a show, then a show is what he'll get.
He smirks down at his boyfriend as he starts undressing, first slipping off his plaid shirt and then his t-shirt. Oliver's eyes roam his body hungrily, lingering on Lou's chest just as he thought they would; he knows Oliver has a real thing for his pecs, would normally have either his hands or his mouth on them at this point, but for now he seems content only to watch, biting his lip as his eyes drink their fill.
Lou's pants follow shortly after and he makes a bit of a show of it, wiggling his hips and biting his own lip as he pushes them down over the bulge in his crotch. Oliver's eyes travel with the movement but he remains in place, his hands tucked behind his head.
Lou sees the way Oliver's eyes darken when he slips out of his underwear, freeing his swollen cock, but even then he doesn't move and Lou realises that he's going to have to change tack to provoke a reaction, to start playing a little dirty.
Oliver had been teasing him all god damn day.
Now it was his turn.
He climbs back into Oliver's lap but this time only straddles one leg, situating himself so Oliver's thick thigh is between his own and beneath his aching cock. He wants to put his hands on Oliver's shoulders, to use him for leverage but he refrains, instead resting them on his own thighs.
"You gonna touch yourself, sweetheart?" Oliver asks, a beautiful, shit-eating grin on his face. "You gonna jerk off for me, let me watch?"
Lou smiles right back at him before rolling his hips, grinding down on Oliver's thigh as Oliver lets out a small oh.
Lou's grin widens at the noise, pleased that he'd apparently caught him by surprise. He rolls his hips again, allowing himself a small gasp as his cock rubs against the fabric of Oliver's sweatpants.
"Mm, so good," he moans, and he'd throw his head back with the pleasure if it didn't mean he wouldn't be able to see Oliver's face.
He starts up a steady rhythm, riding Oliver's thigh and enjoying the way Oliver's jaw gets tighter and tighter with each roll of his hips, each dirty grind against his thick thigh.
The even more enjoyable thing is that he knows Oliver won't say anything, won't let on that this isn't what he meant when he said he wanted to watch because Lou is technically doing exactly as he'd asked; Oliver had clearly expected him to fuck his fist instead of using him like a toy and Lou grins at the thought as he slows his grinding to slow and filthy, letting out an equally slow and filthy moan just to tease Oliver.
His cock is leaking freely now, leaving a wet patch on Oliver's sweats as he rubs himself on them, and it feels deliciously obscene to be completely naked when Oliver is fully clothed beneath him.
He won't pretend he doesn't also love watching Oliver trying to pretend he isn't as affected as he is; he can feel Oliver's cock pressing against his knee with each roll of his hips, can see the way his pupils are dilated so wide that the beautiful blue of his eyes is almost invisible.
"This what you wanted?" he asks even though he knows it isn't, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he continues to use Oliver's thigh for his own pleasure. "Wanted to see me get off?"
"Just like that, sweetheart," Oliver replies, sounding just as breathless as Lou feels, and Lou grins, knowing from the twitch in his jaw that he's lying through his teeth.
"Feels so good, baby," Lou says, picking up the pace a little as his pleasure becomes more urgent, building low and hot in his gut. "Like it when you watch me."
"I like it too," Oliver says, and Lou knows that one isn't a lie; he'd often opened his eyes after coming to see Oliver's gaze focused so intently on him that it made him blush.
His gaze is similarly intense now, boring into Lou's with a heat and intensity that threatens to overwhelm him as he continues riding Oliver's thick thigh, the fabric now soaked through with Lou's pre-come.
When he'd started he hadn't even been sure that he could come from this alone but between spending all day so worked up he could barely think and the way Oliver is looking at him, jaw tight with restraint as his eyes devour him whole, he's nearly there, can feel his orgasm building quickly.
He rolls his hips even faster and Oliver finally loses his composure as Lou's knee presses against his hard dick again.
"Fuck," he moans, moving his hands to Lou's hips and digging in tight. He uses his strength to move Lou faster and faster, the two of them panting heavily with exertion as their pleasure builds.
"That's it, babe, wanna watch you come," Oliver murmurs, eyes still fixed on Lou's and Lou smiles at him, feeling all kinds of lucky. "You gonna spill all over my thigh, hm? Ruin my sweats with your come?"
"Fuck yeah," Lou replies, nodding. "Want you to think about me every time you wear them."
Oliver huffs a laugh, pressing his fingertips into the skin of Lou's hips, hard enough to bruise. "I'm always thinking about you, baby, doesn't matter what I wear. Was thinking about you this morning when I came all over myself."
Lou hums with contentment. "Good," he says before sliding his hands from his thighs to his nipples, needing just a little more to help tip him over the edge. He gasps as he rubs his thumbs across the hard nubs then squeezes, throwing his head back as the rhythm of his hips starts to stutter on Oliver's thigh.
"Fuck, yes, there you go, sweetheart," Oliver moans, voice wrecked and breathless as he watches Lou play with his nipples.
Lou rubs his thumbs across them again and suddenly Oliver's hand is on Lou's cock, thick fingers wrapped around him, stroking him hard and fast. Lou cries out as he comes, adding to the wet patch on Oliver's sweats with his own cum as his orgasm hits him hard, ecstasy white hot and overwhelming. Oliver strokes him all the way through it, hand firm and familiar on Lou's cock, and it's a while before he comes back to himself enough to realise that Oliver is reaching his other hand into his sweats to finish himself off.
Lou stops him, immediately taking over, and Oliver must have been closer than Lou realised because he's soon gasping with his release, spilling hot over Lou's hand as Lou watches him, still pleasantly fuzzy from his own orgasm.
"Come here, baby," Oliver mutters, pulling Lou into a lazy, heated kiss as they come down from their highs. Lou goes easily, sinking into Oliver's mouth with a contented hum.
Eventually they break apart, Lou collapsing onto Oliver's chest as they catch their breath. "Worth the wait?" Oliver asks after a few moments and Lou laughs into the crook of his neck, breathless and a little giddy.
"Worth it just to see your face when you realised what I was doing," he says, lifting his head so he can smirk at his boyfriend.
Oliver laughs, cheeks flushing pink. "Yeah, yeah," he says, embarrassed, and Lou can't help but kiss him about it, wondering just how he got so lucky.
@louliversummerweek, day one: jealousy, semi-public sex
3,227 words // rated E // read on ao3
porn without plot // secret relationship // jealousy // possessive sex // bathroom sex // semi-public sex // anal plug // anal sex // blow jobs
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The first time the hot bartender openly flirts with Lou, Oliver merely smirks to himself.
He thinks he's allowed to be a little smug; anyone with eyes can see that his boyfriend is looking particularly sexy this evening - Oliver himself had been so taken by Lou's navy button down and sinfully tight black jeans that he'd almost ditched their evening plans altogether in favour of peeling his clothes off of him, inch by glorious inch - and it sends a thrill of something down his spine to see people's gazes lingering on his man from all corners of the bar, to know that they all wanted him and couldn't have him.
The second time it happens, it doesn't seem quite so funny.
"Looks like Lou's made a friend," Kenny says, nodding towards the bar with a smirk, and Oliver smiles and laughs with the rest of them, all the while wondering why he and Lou had decided to keep their relationship secret in the first place.
(Yeah, okay - privacy, security, wanting time to get to know each other properly out of the spotlight, all reasons that pale in comparison to how much Oliver wants to publicly claim his boyfriend right now.)
If Lou senses the change in Oliver's demeanour he doesn't mention it, only continuing to be the adorable, sexy goofball Oliver had fallen for as they celebrate the end of another week of shooting.
The third time it happens, Oliver decides he can't take it anymore.
"Gonna see if Lou needs a hand with the drinks," he tells the others, putting down his not quite empty beer bottle and cutting through the crowd to the bar.
Lou is smiling his beautiful, scrunchy smile at something the bartender is saying and an almost vicious jealousy flares in Oliver's chest as he moves up beside him.
He leans right into Lou's space, mouth so close to his ear that he feels the shiver it sends down Lou's spine. "Meet me by the bathroom in five minutes."
Lou's gaze feels hot on his back as he walks away and he smirks to himself, his body thrumming with anticipation as he heads for the back corner of the bar.
His grin widens when he sees a long row of individual bathrooms; he'd been expecting to have to be quick and quiet in a stall as other people went in and out but, as much as the thrill of that might make his dick hard, a single stall meant he could really go to town on Lou.
Might even be able to properly fuck him over the sink.
His dick twitches in his pants at the thought and he claims the next available bathroom, flicking the lock with fingers jittery with excitement. He checks his wallet for the sachet of lube he'd stashed there earlier, putting it within reach on the sink counter before checking himself over in the mirror while he waits.
He hears familiar footsteps sooner than expected and grins to himself; Lou must've gotten impatient.
"Oli?" he calls, just loud enough to be heard over the noise of the bar, and Oliver unlocks the door to see him standing there looking a little antsy, a telltale bulge in the crotch of his jeans.
"Hey," he says, a little breathlessly, and Oliver responds with a smirk as he pulls him into the bathroom by his shirt.
"Hi," he breathes, pushing Lou against the wall as he locks the door again.
"What's-" Lou starts but Oliver cuts him off with a searing kiss, shoving his tongue into his mouth as he uses his full body weight to press him against the tiles, hands planted on his chest and thumbing at his nipples through his shirt. Lou moans into his mouth as he slides his own hands beneath Oliver's hem, fingers playing across his already flushed skin.
Oliver only lets up when Lou is whining and panting into his mouth, so beautifully desperate that he could almost come in his pants just listening to him.
"Thought you might need a reminder," Oliver murmurs as he kisses his way from lips to jaw to throat, mouthing at Lou's pulse point and enjoying the way it jumps beneath his tongue.
"Reminder of what?" Lou asks and Oliver chuckles into his throat before sliding a hand down to his crotch, rubbing his cock through his jeans. Lou curses under his breath, voice low and needy as Oliver teases him.
"That hot bartender was really friendly, huh?" Oliver says, lifting his head to meet Lou's gaze in time to see the flash of recognition in his eyes.
"Oh no, babe, I wasn't-"
"I know you weren't," Oliver interrupts, smirking, "because you're mine, aren't you sweetheart?"
Lou moans, low and filthy as his eyes darken; they'd played this game before and Oliver knew it was one of Lou's favourites. "Yes, yeah."
"Yes what?"
"Yes I'm-" He gasps when Oliver squeezes his cock, mouth falling slack with pleasure. "Fuck, baby, yes, I'm yours, only yours-"
"Good," Oliver says, a pleased flush running through him at Lou's words. "Now turn around."
Lou complies easily, planting his hands on the counter and sticking his ass out like he knows, or hopes he knows, where this is going. Oliver presses close against him and Lou finds his gaze in the mirror, biting his lip as Oliver grinds his hips, slow and filthy.
It's times like this that Oliver can't quite believe his luck.
He'd briefly met Lou back during the filming of season two and, though Oliver had been crushing hard enough to suggest meeting up for a beer, nothing had come of it. Oliver had shrugged it off as life getting in the way and carried on with his own, not thinking much of it until Lou had texted him nearly five years later to say he was coming back to the show and that Oliver still owed him a beer.
Seven months on and here he was, bent over a bathroom sink looking flushed and beautiful as Oliver rubs his cock against his ass.
Funny how life worked out sometimes.
"Baby, please," Lou murmurs as Oliver slides a slow, teasing hand around to his crotch, brushing across the hard line of his dick. "Let me show you."
Oliver raises a questioning eyebrow. "Show me what?"
Lou's fingers brush Oliver's out of the way as he unfastens his jeans with one hand, the other still holding his weight as he leans over the sink.
Oliver lets go of Lou and steps back, leaning against the wall to give him room to move. He rests his hand over his aching dick, rubbing against the heel of his palm for some relief as he waits impatiently for Lou to show him whatever he wants to show him; as spectacular as it was, it's not like he hadn't seen Lou's ass before.
Except then Lou pushes his pants down over said ass, smirking at him in the mirror all the while, and Oliver's mouth goes as dry as a god damn desert.
"Fuck, babe," he mutters, reaching out to rub his thumbs across the elastic of a jockstrap - one that Lou had almost definitely stolen from his own underwear drawer - as he stares transfixed at the base of the plug nestled between his cheeks. "Is that…"
He's not sure if he's asking about the jock or the plug but Lou nods anyway.
"Yeah," he says, looking so pleased with himself that Oliver can't help but lean down to kiss him, letting go of his ass with one hand to grasp his chin and turn his head towards him.
"You're fucking perfect," he mutters when he pulls away and Lou chuckles.
"Speaking of fucking," he says, leaning his weight down onto his elbows and widening his stance to give Oliver an even better view of the ocean blue plug sitting pretty in his ass; Oliver doesn't miss the fact that he'd picked the one that matched his own eye colour. "Better get on with it before the others wonder where we've both gone."
At this point Oliver doesn't really care if they notice but he's not about to decline the chance to fuck his boyfriend silly so he plants his hands back on Lou's ass, spreading his cheeks and taking a moment to admire the way the plug shifts with the movement.
"Fuck, sweetheart," he breathes, making sure to watch Lou's face in the mirror as he grasps the base and pulls it out slowly, gently. Lou's mouth drops open with a low moan and Oliver's dick throbs in response as he places the plug base down on the counter, the length of it glistening with the lube Lou used to finger himself open.
The thought of Lou prepping himself in advance sends a pleasant shiver down Oliver's spine as he unzips his own pants and shoves them down his thighs with his underwear. His cock springs free, red and swollen and apparently as eager as he is to feel the tight warmth of Lou's ass.
"Did you think about me when you fingered yourself open, hm?" he asks as he tears open the packet of lube and pours it over his aching dick, spreading it along his length with a couple of quick strokes.
Lou smiles dopily in response. "Oh yeah," he says, "thought about that time you fucked me over my patio table while the neighbours were in their yard having lunch."
Oliver smirks, giving his cock another tug; that had been a particularly memorable afternoon, Lou trying so desperately to keep quiet even as Oliver pounded into him so hard that tears leaked like a waterfall from Lou's eyes onto the chequered paving stones.
"You like being fucked where someone might hear you, huh?" he asks, letting go of his cock to plant both hands back on Lou's ass, spreading his cheeks apart. "You want everyone to know that you're mine, is that it?"
"Yes, baby, want everyone to- fuck-" He whines when Oliver rubs himself across his hole, desperate and pleading, just how Oliver likes him. "-want everyone to know."
"Know what, baby? Say it," Oliver says, taking himself in hand so he can press the head of his cock against Lou's rim, teasing him with it. "Say it, sweetheart."
Lou makes sure to find Oliver's gaze in the mirror again when he answers. "That I'm yours," he says, his voice hitching as Oliver pushes past his rim on the word yours. "Oh fuck, baby, yes, all yours-"
"All mine," Oliver mutters as he bottoms out, giving himself a moment to calm down. It's all kinds of intense having Lou's gaze on him in the mirror as he slides his cock into him and he knows he's going to blow his load sooner rather than later if he's not careful; no one had ever been able to make him come quite as quickly as Lou could.
Oliver doesn't give Lou any warning before he snaps his hips, hard, and he cries out, knuckles turning white as his hands become fists on the counter, eyes still fixed on Oliver's.
"Yes, baby, right there-"
"Say it again," Oliver says, relishing the way Lou clenches around his cock at his words.
"I'm yours, Oli, all yours, you know I am-"
"Yeah, I know," Oliver replies, digging both hands into Lou's hips as he starts fucking him in earnest, the slap of skin on skin loud in the small room even with the music from the bar filtering under the door.
Lou's mouth drops open as he moans, whines, pants with each thrust of Oliver's hips and Oliver knows exactly when he hits Lou's prostate because his eyes almost roll back in his head.
"Oh fuck-"
"Eyes on me, sweetheart," Oliver says, and Lou complies with a desperate whimper, biting his lip again as if he's struggling to control himself; honestly, Oliver kinda knows how he feels. "That's it, want to see your pretty eyes while I fuck you."
That earns him another beautiful whine and he grins as he quickens his pace, digging his fingers into the meat of Lou's hips as he fucks into him hard and fast.
He can tell when Lou truly gives himself up to his pleasure, a soft stream of I'm yours I'm yours I'm yours falling from his lips like a prayer as Oliver pounds his prostate with every thrust and the words only accelerate the orgasm that's already building fast in the pit of Oliver's stomach, so fast that not even the door rattling can slow it down.
"Occupied!" he shouts breathlessly as Lou grins dopily at him in the mirror.
"Very occupied," he mutters and Oliver laughs, the rhythm of his hips faltering as his breath hitches. Lou laughs too, his muscles clenching around Oliver's cock, hot and tight and wet from his leaking slit.
"Fuck, I'm gonna come, babe," Oliver says, barely managing to hold on long enough for Lou to nod.
"Do it," he mutters, a dirty smirk on his red-flushed face. "Come inside me, baby, I'm yours to fill up." He squeezes his ass again, grinding back on Oliver's cock, and that's what tips him over the edge, a choked cry of ecstasy escaping him as he spills inside his boyfriend, filling him up just like he'd wanted. He digs his fingers into Lou's hips hard enough to bruise, holding on for dear life as pleasure sparks through every nerve in his body, white hot and so fucking good.
It's a few moments before he comes back to himself, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. Opening his eyes, he sees Lou's gaze still fixed on him in the mirror, his pupils shot with lust.
"We should have sex in front of a mirror more often," he says, voice sounding so deliciously wrecked that Oliver could almost come again. "You're a vision when you come, baby. A beautiful, filthy vision with cock game so good I nearly came in my pants."
Oliver chuckles even as he blushes under the praise. "Only nearly?" he asks, raising a teasing eyebrow. "Guess I'll have to try harder next time."
Oliver's dick makes a valiant attempt to go another round at the thought. "It's a date. In the meantime, though…"
Oliver pulls his now soft cock out of him, watching transfixed as a trickle of come starts leaking from his ass. Struck by a sudden idea, he reaches for the plug and holds it up so Lou can see, raising his eyebrow in question.
Lou sucks in a breath, nodding vigorously, and Oliver grins as he gently pushes it past his oversensitive rim, trapping his come inside him.
"There." He rubs a thumb across the base of the plug, pushing it in just a touch and enjoying the choked gasp it pulls from Lou's throat. "Do you think the bartender would still flirt with you if he knew your ass was full of my come? Or do you think he'd finally back off, knowing that you're mine?"
"Fuck, baby, I'm all yours," Lou mutters, sounding as beautifully desperate as Oliver's ever heard him.
"Yeah, you are," Oliver replies as he reaches under Lou's chest and pulls him up. He turns him so his bare ass is resting against the counter, his still hard cock pressing insistently against Oliver's leg. "And I'm yours too."
Lou's arousal-fogged eyes widen when Oliver drops to his knees in front of him, smirking up at him before mouthing along the hard length of his cock through the fabric of his jock. He flicks his tongue across the wet patch in the centre and Lou moans as he slides a hand into his hair, fingers twisting into his curls.
"That's it, sweetheart," Oliver says, slipping his fingers beneath the waistband and tugging it down, freeing Lou's cock to the air. "Want you to come down my throat," he adds before taking as much of him as he can in his mouth. He grasps the rest with his hand, twisting his wrist at the same time he flicks his tongue.
Lou's hand tightens in his hair as Oliver endeavours to take him apart with his mouth, all the while maintaining eye contact; he wants to see the effect he has on Lou, wants to watch his face when he licks up the pre-come leaking from his slit, when he slides his other hand round to slip a finger past his rim beside the plug.
"Oh fuck, Oliver-" Lou murmurs and Oliver can feel him tensing, knows he's close. He hums around his cock and wiggles his finger at the same time he flicks his tongue and suddenly Lou is crying out, hot come spilling down Oliver's throat as he tugs on his hair.
Oliver swallows it all down, savouring the taste as Lou loses himself to Oliver's mouth, face flushed and mouth wide with bliss; it's a sight to behold and Oliver once again can't quite believe he's here, can't quite believe he gets to have this over and over.
He stands once he's lapped up every last drop of Lou's come, tucking his own dick back into his pants. "You okay?" he asks once Lou has had a moment to catch his breath.
Lou grins, come-drunk and beautiful. "Oh yeah," he says, and Oliver smiles as he leans in for a kiss.
It's chaste in comparison to their earlier kisses but no less meaningful for it and Oliver's heart skips a giddy beat in his chest; it's perhaps a little soon to be thinking about the L word but he thinks about it all the same, his certainty growing stronger and stronger by the second.
He won't say it, not yet, but if the way Lou looks at him when they break for air is anything to go by, it's possible he's not the only one thinking it.
"Suppose we should get back out there," Lou says eventually, cutting through Oliver's excitable thoughts, and Oliver mourns the loss as he pulls his jock back on.
"Do we have to?" he groans, dropping his head onto Lou's shoulder.
"We've already been long enough that someone will definitely have noticed," Lou counters, for once being the sensible one.
Oliver lifts his head, meeting Lou's gaze. "So what if they notice?" he says, voice only a little hesitant.
Lou just looks at him for a moment, apparently uncomprehending until…
"You want to tell them?"
Oliver shrugs. "I mean, yeah, if you want to."
Lou raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Relationship announcement via obvious bathroom fuck, I like it."
Oliver laughs, feeling inordinately fond of the dork in his arms. "It's memorable at least."
"That it is," Lou answers with a smile, pulling his jeans back up. "Come on then, how do I look?"
Oliver gives him a lazy once over, eyes lingering on his flushed cheeks and the crinkled shirt.
"Freshly fucked."
Lou winks at him. "Excellent," he says, unlocking the door and stepping out of the bathroom with a grin.
Oliver shakes his head fondly before following him back over to their friends, trying not to think too hard about the fact that he can already see a future with the beautiful dork beside him.
Praise kink Lou that gets flustered and embarrsssd during sex with Oliver loving it???
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good boy
louliver // chapter 2/2 // 1,057 words // rated E // read on ao3
porn without plot // praise kink // bottom lou ferrigno jr. // anal sex // teasing
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"Thought you were my good boy?" Oliver asks, voice deliciously patronising as he teases Lou's hole with the head of his cock, thick and hot and dripping inside him.
Lou whines, his own dick throbbing against his come-slick stomach.
"I am, please baby, I'm your good boy," he babbles, so high on pleasure that he might as well be on another planet. "Need you, Oli, please, baby."
Oliver smirks down at him, a teasing, cocksure smile that has Lou's breath catching in his throat even before Oliver digs his fingers into his thighs hard enough to bruise.
"Only," he says, rolling his hips just enough to brush the head of his cock across Lou's aching hole, "if you promise not to move."
"I promise," Lou replies without hesitation, so desperate to have Oliver's cock inside him that he thinks he might have agreed to anything at this point. "I'll do anything."
"Anything, huh?" Oliver teases, quirking the damned eyebrow that had started all of this in the first place, and Lou nods, so beyond aroused he can hardly think. "That's a tempting offer…"
Lou moans, wanton and desperate past caring. "Please, baby, just need you inside me."
"Keep still then for me, darling," Oliver says with a grin, pushing back inside him with a torturous slowness that pulls a low whine from Lou's lips as he tries not to move, holding his own wrists up above his head.
"God, you're so beautiful like this," Oliver mutters as he bottoms out once more, cock hot and thick and throbbing inside him. "So fucking beautiful when you're being good for me."
Lou flushes hot with more than just arousal at Oliver's words, a shiver of something indescribable running down his spine; he's almost embarrassed by how much it affects him and that only makes the feeling more intense, a feedback loop of pleasure as Oliver eyes him appreciatively, a spark of something like wonder in his gaze.
"So fucking beautiful," he murmurs again as he finally moves, rolling his hips slow but hard, a filthy grind that has Lou throwing his head back against the mattress as pleasure roils thickly in his gut.
"Oh fuck, baby, yeah, right there-" he mutters, barely even aware of what he's saying as Oliver pushes his thighs back, knees practically by his ears as he presses deeper inside him, so deep Lou feels he could choke on him.
It takes every ounce of willpower he has to keep his hands above his head, to not grab Oliver's ass, dig his fingers in and hold him tight inside him, and he shakes with the effort as Oliver continues to grind into him, the head of his cock pushing at his prostate with every torturously slow grind.
"You doing okay, sweetheart?" Oliver asks and it takes Lou an embarrassingly long time to realise he's being asked a question, his thoughts thick in a fog of arousal.
"So good," he eventually manages, the words catching in his throat as Oliver starts to move faster, the rolling of his hips becoming a less controlled snap as he starts fucking into him with abandon.
"Look at you," Oliver moans, voice competing with the sound of skin on skin as Oliver's hips slap against Lou's ass, leaving him a panting, moaning mess beneath him. "So good for me, keeping your hands to yourself when I know how much you want to touch me."
"So much," Lou moans, fighting the urge to do just that. "Want to feel you."
Oliver chuckles, low and deliciously condescending, and he snaps his hips hard as if to prove a point, pulling a desperate moan from Lou.
"You can't feel that?" he says, a shit-eating grin sitting pretty on his flushed face. "Can't feel my cock buried inside you?"
"You know what I mean," Lou growls and Oliver laughs again.
"Just checking," he says before starting to pound into Lou as if his life depends on it, punching a choked cry from Lou's throat with each slam of his hips.
Lou gives himself up to his pleasure as Oliver continues to take him apart, his cock throbbing and twitching on his stomach with each nudge of his prostate. He's close, so close, but Oliver is murmuring my good boy over and over and he doesn't want it to end, not ever, wants to hear those words on a loop forevermore as a warm flush spreads through him from head to toe, except that his orgasm is racing towards him at a hundred miles an hour, no way of stopping or slowing it while Oliver is taking him to pieces.
"Gonna come, baby, can I come-" he asks, voice breaking with desperation, and Oliver nods, looking just as wrecked as Lou feels.
"Yes, yeah, come for me darling, my good boy-"
Lou cries out as he comes untouched, hard enough that stars burst behind his eyes while hot ropes of come spill across his stomach, Oliver fucking him through his orgasm, fucking him into oblivion, fucking him into something so beyond pleasure he barely knows who he is anymore.
"There you go, look at you," Oliver murmurs, the words only dimly registering while Lou's orgasm is still fizzing under his skin, "such a good boy, aren't you, keeping so still while I fuck you-"
Lou clenches around Oliver's cock almost involuntarily and then it's Oliver's turn to come, spilling hot and wet inside him with a strangled cry of pleasure.
He collapses on top of Lou, face flushed and chest heaving, and Lou finally moves his arms, sliding one hand into Oliver's hair and the other around his waist and pulling him close, heedless of the sticky, cooling mess on his stomach.
It's a while before either of them say anything, the only sound in the room the huff their breath as they come down from their highs together.
"Well fuck," Lou eventually says and Oliver laughs into his chest, breath warm on his skin.
"Yeah," he says, "fuck. That was…"
"Yeah, it was."
"Not sure I've ever had birthday sex like that before."
Lou grins, carding his fingers through Oliver's sweat damp curls.
"Glad you liked it. Though I hope it's not only limited to birthdays?"
Oliver tilts his head, smirking up at him. "I'm sure I can come up with some other occasions…"
oh look, another new photoshoot in which oliver looks hot as sin...
(with thanks to @thegingerparty for the idea) 💖
a little look, a little touch
louliver // 1,037 words // rated E // read on ao3
porn without plot // established relationship // masturbation
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Lou can feel himself getting hard embarrassingly quickly as he flicks through the latest batch of photos from Oliver's Principle shoot, all of his blood rushing south at speed as he takes in just how insanely fucking hot his boyfriend looks.
There's one photo in particular that catches his eye and pushes him to do something about the growing bulge in his pants.
Oliver is standing on a sidewalk somewhere, one hand holding onto a fence post as he leans into the street, a pair of sunglasses hanging from his other hand. The outfit he's wearing isn't particularly remarkable and yet it has Lou reaching immediately for the button on his pants with the hand not holding his phone.
Lou had always been a sucker for a shirt that was just see through enough to show a hint of Oliver's tattoos, and the way that his jeans pull just right at the crotch to show off what he's packing is particularly sexy - not that Lou doesn't already know exactly what he's packing, and very intimately at that.
No, what's really doing it for him is the sight of a thin gold chain nestled among the soft curls of his chest hair.
He'd recognised it almost immediately as his own, a strangled moan escaping his throat at the sight of it around his boyfriend's neck; the fact that he hadn't told him he was borrowing it only makes it even hotter and Lou fumbles at the button on his pants, fingers clumsy with arousal as he imagines Oliver sneaking into his jewellery drawer and taking what he wanted without asking.
"Fuck," he hisses when he finally wraps a hand around himself, having hastily shoved his pants and underwear down and pulled his shirt up out of the way. He's already leaking so he smears the pre-come along his length and starts stroking himself, hard and fast and desperate, eyes fixed on the picture on his phone as he spreads his legs, allowing himself more room.
His cock is so hard in his hand it's almost painful, the thought of Oliver proudly wearing his jewellery in a national magazine sending him a little crazy with lust; no one else knows that it's Lou's necklace - that Oliver had essentially announced to the world who he belonged to - but Lou knows.
Lou knows and takes great pleasure in fucking his fist about it, the slick slide of his hand on his cock loud in the quiet of his living room.
He can already feel his orgasm building and it should probably be a little embarrassing how quickly it races towards him except that he just doesn't care, not when all he can think about is the gold of the chain against Oliver's pale skin, against the darker curl of his chest hair.
His breath catches in his throat as he starts stroking himself even faster, hand flying along the velvet length of his cock as his chest heaves, a litany of soft moans falling from his lips.
Usually at this point he'd be utterly lost to his pleasure, eyes closed and head thrown back but he can't tear his eyes away from the picture of Oliver in his hand, gaze locked and the key thrown away as he jerks himself off hard and fast and so fucking good.
A notification pulls his focus a few moments later and he's ready to resent whoever is interrupting him until he sees that it's a message from the man himself.
let me see when you're done
"Fuck," Lou cries out, orgasm crashing over him with the force of a tidal wave as the implication of Oliver's message hits him, hot ropes of come striping his hand and his stomach as he comes harder than he has in a while. His mouth drops open as he throws his head back, pleasure curling through him from head to toe as he strokes himself until it becomes almost painful and then for just a bit longer, come slicking the way as he fucks his oversensitive cock into his fist, loathe to let the pleasure end.
Eventually he does let it go, panting hard as he tries to catch his breath.
Once his brain is at least partially back online, he lifts his phone to snap a picture of his hand wrapped around his now soft cock, making sure to angle it to make the come on his fingers and stomach the focal point.
He sends it off and lets out a deep, satisfied sigh even as he blushes.
Oliver hadn't even sent him the pictures.
No, he'd apparently just known that Lou would see them on Instagram and immediately jerk off about it and Lou flushes pleasantly hot all over at the thought, a situation not helped by another message from his boyfriend.
wish I was there to lick it off
guess i'll have to make do
Lou is about to reply with a string of curses when two pictures come through and he lets out a noise that can only be described as a whine, his dick valiantly attempting to go another round as he looks at a photo of Oliver's come splattered chest and stomach.
It's the second photo though that really does him in, a selfie of Oliver looking flushed and beautiful, licking his own come from his fingers, Lou's chain around his neck and visibly splattered with white.
"Oh fuck," he moans, immediately hitting the call button.
"You like that?" Oliver asks in lieu of a hello and Lou can hear the shit-eating grin in his voice.
"Jesus Christ, Oli," Lou mutters, "are you trying to kill me?"
"Don't know what you mean," Oliver replies before the sound of him sucking on his fingers comes down the phone, even more obscene for being right in Lou's ear.
"God, the next time I see you…"
He trails off, not even sure where to start with what he wants to do to his boyfriend when their schedules finally line up again but Oliver seems to understand anyway.
"Yes to all of it," he says, sounding flatteringly breathless as he adds, "think about me in the meantime?"
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Oliver makes his escape from set as quickly as he can when Aisha calls cut, hurrying back to his trailer and trying to hide the fact that filming the hook up scene with Lou had given him a raging boner.
The door is barely shut behind him before he's unzipping his jeans, pushing them down his thighs with his underwear and letting out an embarrassingly desperate moan as he wraps a hand around his achingly hard dick.
It's not like it was his first almost-sex scene - far from it - but it was the first time he'd been so desperately turned on afterwards that he'd practically run off set to go and jerk off about it, something he'd probably feel a little guilty about if the slide of his hand along his cock didn't feel so damn good.
"Fuck," he mutters, throwing his head back against the wall as he replays the day in his head, remembers the feel of Lou's hands on the flushed skin he was sure would give him away and the taste of his mouth as they'd kissed.
It had been a particular kind of torture having to do it over and over and over. Oliver had felt his desperation bleeding through to Buck the longer the shoot went on and it had made him feel strangely vulnerable, as if everyone watching would be able to see right through him.
It's just he'd been feeling some kind of way about Lou for long enough now that he could no longer chalk it up to a passing fancy and that was something he didn't exactly know what to do with.
Well, except fuck his fist about it, something he does with enthusiasm. He rubs a thumb across his leaking slit as he imagines Buck and Tommy's hook up to be his own with Lou, imagines that it was him undressing Lou as he dragged him down the hall and pictures rather vividly what might have happened afterwards.
He swears again as he thinks about letting Lou fuck him into the mattress, hard and fast just the way he's stroking his cock.
The slick slide of his hand harmonises with the sound of his hitching breaths, loud in the quiet trailer as heat starts building low in his gut, his orgasm building and building with each tug of his wrist.
He twists on the next upstroke and can't help but cry out at the spark of pleasure that it sends shooting through every nerve, a choked sob of a moan escaping his lips, louder than was probably sensible considering how thin the walls of his trailer are.
He bites his lip as he does it again, fighting back a whine as he brings himself closer and closer to his release, cock leaking freely onto his hand and the floor.
He's probably only a few strokes away from coming when someone knocks on his trailer door.
He freezes, hand still on his dick, and glares at the door as if that might make whoever it is go away.
"Oli?" Lou calls hesitantly after a few moments. "Is everything okay?"
Oliver curses under his breath, cheeks flushing with embarrassment; the thought of looking Lou in the eye when Oliver had just been almost out of it with pleasure at the thought of his cock buried deep inside him is more than a little mortifying.
Except that Lou then says, "you ran off pretty quick, I just came to see if you were doing okay," and Oliver's resolve melts away at the concern in his voice.
"Uh, yeah, one second," he says as he pulls his underwear and jeans back up, wincing as he tucks his still achingly hard dick away.
Between the bulge at his crotch and the flush on his cheeks, he feels more than a little exposed, the chance of Lou not putting two and two together seeming slim to say the least but there's nothing he can do about it now.
"Hey," Oliver says, opening the door with the hand that had been wrapped around his cock not two minutes before. "Come in."
"Have I done something wrong?" Lou blurts as he crosses the threshold, eyebrows knit in a worried frown as he turns back to face Oliver. "You ran off so fast once Aisha yelled cut and I started wondering if I'd gone a little too hard with the scene-"
"Hard is definitely the word," Oliver chuckles despite himself and Lou's frown deepens.
"What?"
Oliver feels himself blushing and Lou's eyes widen as his gaze flicks to Oliver's bulging crotch, clearly connecting the dots.
"Oh," he breathes, his own cheeks turning an unfairly attractive shade of pink. "Were you just masturbating?"
He glances back up and Oliver squirms under his gaze, feeling exposed and embarrassed even as his arousal continues to simmer low in his gut.
He can't bring himself to admit it out loud so instead he nods, hoping that he hasn't fucked everything up between them - for his own sake as well as the show's - because he couldn't be professional enough to not pop a boner on set.
Lou opens his mouth, closes it again as he studies Oliver, an unreadable expression on his face as Oliver feels like he wants to crawl out of his skin.
The silence stretches unbearably and Oliver is about to break it when Lou finally speaks.
“You want some help?”
Oliver's jaw drops, almost cartoon-like with shock as his heart starts racing, wondering if Lou actually means what he thinks he means. "What?"
Lou steps closer, reaching out until his fingers meet the button on Oliver's jeans.
"Do you want some help?" he says again and Oliver doesn't miss the flare of arousal in his eyes, nor the smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.
"Are you being serious?" Oliver asks, desperately trying not to get his hopes up even as his heart races and his dick throbs; he's not sure what he'll do with himself if Lou actually wants this too.
Lou's smirk widens as he tilts his head playfully, thumb working to undo Oliver's hastily fastened button. "I've never been more serious."
His gaze flicks down to Oliver's lips and that's all the encouragement Oliver needs to surge forward, capturing Lou's mouth in a kiss reminiscent of their earlier onscreen efforts, the only difference being that this time Lou immediately slips his tongue past Oliver's lips, pulling an embarrassingly desperate whine from his throat as he sinks into him.
Lou tastes just the same as he had on set but this time Oliver lets himself savour it as their tongues twine, lets his hands roam until one is cupping the back of Lou's head and the other is around his waist, pulling him as close as he'd wanted to earlier as he backs himself against the wall and takes Lou with him.
Lou hums into his mouth as he tugs on Oliver's zipper and Oliver breaks the kiss, throwing his head back with a sigh of pleasure as Lou slips a hand into his underwear, wrapping his thick fingers around Oliver's aching cock.
"Fuck," he mutters, not quite able to believe this was happening. "Been wanting this for ages."
Lou huffs a soft laugh, sounding almost as disbelieving as Oliver feels as he starts stroking him, slow and teasing and oh so good. "Me too."
"Oh," Oliver replies and Lou laughs again, using the hand not wrapped around Oliver's cock to brush a thumb across his flushed cheek.
"So you were thinking about me then?" he asks, the pad of his thumb rubbing across Oliver's lower lip as he tries desperately not to whine. "When you were jerking off?"
Oliver nods, cheeks flushing hot with embarrassment in a way he's discovering he really likes. "Yeah."
Lou hums appreciatively. "Imagining it was my hand instead of yours?"
"Actually," Oliver replies, aiming for a playful smirk only for the effect to be ruined when Lou brushes a thumb through the pre-come leaking from his slit, pulling a decidedly undignified whine from his throat. "Oh fuck-"
Lou grins, his eyes twinkling warm with amusement, and Oliver is almost certain he'd done it on purpose, something which unfortunately only makes him want him more.
"You were saying?"
"I was saying," Oliver replies with a grin of his own after taking a moment to recover, sliding both of his hands down to Lou's ass and digging his fingers in just because that's apparently something he can do now, "that I was imagining you fucking me so hard into the mattress that I'd feel it for a week."
"Jesus, Oli," Lou moans, an almost pained expression flicking across his chiselled features as the rhythm of his hand falters on Oliver's cock. Oliver can't help but feel a little smug about it; two could play that game and boy, was he ready to play it.
"Was thinking about how it might feel to have your thick cock pounding into me - 'cos I know it's thick, I've seen the way your pants hug it - thick and hot and ready to fuck me into oblivion."
Lou whines, diving in to shove his tongue into Oliver's mouth as he continues to jerk him off. Oliver hums into it, feeling like the cat that got the cream as the guy he'd been lusting after for months sucks on his tongue at the same time he strokes his cock, a dual sensation that threatens to tip Oliver over the edge embarrassingly quickly.
"I think I'd like that," Lou mutters when he breaks the kiss, the two of them panting into each other's space, a sensation somehow just as intimate as the feel of Lou's hand on his dick.
"Good," Oliver grins, feeling a little drunk on pleasure; it turns out Lou is fantastic at hand jobs, something which thrills Oliver no end.
He throws his head back against the wall as Lou starts mouthing at his jaw and down his throat, sucking at the skin in a way that is absolutely going to leave a mark.
"Fuck, Lou," he moans as Lou speeds up his hand, jerking him off hard and fast as his tongue laves his pulse point with attention.
"That feel good?" Lou murmurs, breath tickling warm across Oliver's skin and sending a shiver down his spine.
"Yeah, yeah, so good," Oliver manages, chest heaving now as his breath catches with every flick of Lou's tongue, with every brush of his thumb across his slit. The orgasm that had been simmering low in his gut since he'd first gotten his own hand on his cock starts building again in earnest, hot and heavy and racing towards him like a freight train as Lou continues to prove just how talented he is with his hands.
He tries to hold off as long as possible but the slide of Lou's thick fingers just feels too good for him to last much longer.
"Gonna come," Oliver says and Lou hums into his throat.
"Do it, sweetheart, come for me."
That's all the encouragement that Oliver needs and he squeezes his eyes shut as his orgasm hits him, bucking his hips into Lou's fist as a wave of pure pleasure washes over him from head to toe.
The whine that leaves his lips is embarrassingly wanton but he doesn't care, not when Lou is stroking him through it all, fingers slick with Oliver's come as he pulls every last drop of pleasure from him.
Oliver sags as he comes down from his high, letting Lou and the wall take his weight as he tries to get his brain back online. Lou stills his hand just before it all becomes too much, detaching his lips from Oliver's throat as he lifts his head to look at him.
"Okay?"
Oliver huffs a laugh, part disbelief and part fondness.
"You just jerked me off so good I think my brain's leaked out my ears and you're asking me if I'm okay?"
Lou grins. "Well I didn't wanna assume."
Oliver laughs again, a little giddy, a little come-drunk.
"Yeah, I'm okay."
"Good," Lou replies, his lop-sided grin unfairly adorable as he lets go of Oliver's cock, lifting his come-covered hand to his lips.
"What are you-" is all Oliver manages before he's watching Lou lick his come from his hand, his cheeks flushing hot with desire at the sight.
"Jesus fucking christ," he moans and Lou laughs, licking the last drop from his thumb before leaning in to capture Oliver's lips with his own.
He can taste himself on Lou's tongue and it feels so obscene that he can feel his cock twitching, desperately trying to go again. He moans into the kiss, pulling Lou flush against him and grinding against his neglected cock, still bulging inside his jeans.
Lou gasps into his mouth as Oliver rolls his hips, the feel of the rough fabric almost too much on his own oversensitive dick as he grinds against Lou's but he carries on for a few minutes more if only so he can swallow every moan and gasp that leaves Lou's lips.
Lou eventually breaks the kiss when Oliver gets a hand on his zipper, stopping him with a gentle touch to his wrist.
"I actually need to go," he murmurs, sounding just as disappointed as Oliver feels.
"Uh, okay."
"I'm meeting a friend for dinner and I've already stayed too long."
"What about…?" Oliver asks, gesturing to Lou's still hard cock. "I can be quick," he adds with a small, teasing grin.
Lou smiles back, shaking his head. "I don't want you to be quick. I want to have time to savour it. Feel you properly. Next time?"
Oliver swallows thickly, his heart skipping a beat at the idea of a next time even as he's disappointed that he can't get his mouth on Lou's cock right now. "Yeah, next time."
Lou steps back and Oliver immediately misses the contact, misses the warmth and the feel of him as Lou heads for the door.
He turns back before he opens it, a tentative smile on his face.
"You free on Saturday?" he asks and Oliver can't help but grin.
"Yeah."
"Great," Lou replies, his smile widening and scrunching the corners of his eyes in a way that Oliver had been a little obsessed with since the moment they'd met. "Take me to dinner?"
A thrill of something shoots through him at the question, part of him having been worried that this new thing between them was going to involve sex and nothing more.
Now, though.
He's taking Lou to dinner.
"Pick you up at seven?" he replies, trying to temper a smile that feels like it might break his cheeks.
Lou nods, looking as if he's trying to hide a jaw-aching smile of his own. "It's a date."
He heads out then, shutting the door behind him and leaving Oliver to wonder just how him jerking off over his co-worker had turned into a handjob and then a date.
He pulls his jeans and underwear the rest of the way off and discards his shirt before hopping into the shower, feeling more than a little giddy as he starts mentally running through all the nice restaurants he knows.
Yeah, they might have done things a little backwards - not that he's complaining about the frankly killer orgasm - but he'll be damned if he's not going to make this the best date Lou's ever had and he grins the rest of the way through his shower, feeling all kinds of excited about Saturday.
have I stopped thinking about the hook up scene since it aired? no. will I stop thinking about how lou and oliver gave it their absolute all? also no.
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Oliver loses count of how many times they film the make out scene.
He knows they already have at least six usable takes but hey, he's not complaining when he gets to push and be pushed around by Lou and get paid for it.
The only struggle is trying not to get too carried away; they definitely miss cut at least twice, Aisha raising an eyebrow at them as they laugh a little sheepishly.
Well okay, maybe it's also a struggle to not get a boner in front of the whole crew but that had become something of an ongoing problem since he first met Lou, since he first saw that scrunchy smile paired with all those muscles and promptly lost his mind.
Oliver was no stranger to people throwing themselves at him; it was one of the things that came with the job, and had both its perks and its downsides.
What he wasn't used to was being on the other side of it.
Wasn't used to being the one wanting to throw himself at someone, to feeling like he might scream if he didn't get his hands on Lou immediately.
After wrapping on the hook up, there's no question that he's going to Lou's instead of home.
Lou raises an eyebrow as Oliver bids everyone goodbye, the tiniest of smirks on his unfairly chiselled features. Oliver nods, mouthing, "your place?"
Lou grins, that scrunchy smile that Oliver finds himself thinking about far more often than he'd like to admit.
It feels like the longest drive of his life, even though Lou's place is closer to the studio than Oliver's. He feels like his skin is itching with how turned on he is, his cock half hard in his pants just thinking about Lou shoving him into the wall the way Buck had shoved Tommy into it.
It's almost an exact recreation of the scene once he gets there, Lou just a minute ahead of him and digging his keys hurriedly from his pocket.
Oliver's lips are on his before he's even got the door fully open and they trip through the doorway, Lou pushing him up against the wall and pinning him there with his sizeable bulk as their tongues fight for dominance.
Oliver moans into his mouth, grinding his hips as Lou sucks on his lower lip before moving down to mouth at the bolt of his jaw, his throat, his clavicle, putting marks on his skin the way he'd clearly wanted to do while they were filming and couldn't.
"I think that might have been the hardest shoot I've had in a while," Lou murmurs against Oliver's skin and Oliver laughs, slipping a hand between them to cup Lou's cock where it's straining against his jeans.
"Yeah, I noticed," he says, smirking when Lou gasps against his skin.
"Do you think anyone else did?" he asks, looking slightly worried as he lifts his head to meet Oliver's gaze.
"I mean, you've got a big dick, it's kinda hard to hide it," Oliver smirks, palming at the dick in question as Lou's breath hitches, "but I guess we'll soon find out when they start editing."
Lou huffs a laugh.
"Oh god," he says, blushing so beautifully that Oliver just has to kiss him about it.
He barely gets his tongue past the seam of Lou's lips before Lou is pulling away, frowning.
"What if someone actually does notice?"
"Okay well firstly, you're kinda adorable when you're worried, and secondly-" He shrugs. "-so what if they do?"
Oliver doesn't miss the flicker of tentative hope that crosses his face.
"You don't mind?"
"No. Do you?"
Lou just looks at him for a moment, searching his face for something.
"No. No, I don't mind."
"Okay good," Oliver replies, smirking. "Now can we get back to what we were doing?"
Lou rolls his eyes fondly.
"Yes, your highness," he says in probably the worst English accent Oliver's ever heard.
It's so bad he should probably be offended but when Lou sinks to his knees in front of him, looking up at him through his eyelashes as he unzips his pants, he can't really bring himself to care.
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Lou is in his trailer going over his lines for episode fifteen when the stills drop, his eyes going wide as he scrolls through.
He can feel himself getting hard just looking at them, eyes roving the sheer god damn length of Oliver and his legs as he messes around with Peter on set.
He swallows thickly and checks his watch before throwing down his script and heading for Oliver's trailer.
Barely three minutes later and he's knocking on the door, definitely a little harder than necessary but hey, he's on a schedule; he knows Oliver has to be in hair and make up in twenty minutes but there's no way Lou is letting him go without fucking him about those pictures first.
"What the-" Oliver says as the door opens but Lou doesn't let him finish, instead shoving him back inside and shutting the door behind him as he immediately sticks his tongue down his throat.
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6. "would you just shut up and kiss me already?"
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"You know, I think it's a good thing we didn't make dinner plans tonight," Lou murmurs, grinning lazily as he pushes his cock past Oliver's rim after teasing him with his fingers for long enough that Oliver felt like he might scream or come or probably both. "This is a much better way to spend Valentine's if you ask me."
Oliver couldn't agree more—on top of the fact that he was so high on pleasure he could barely think, he'd always hated how much going out for Valentine's felt like a performance—but he doesn't answer, instead holding his breath as Lou's cock fills him up just the way he likes best, thick and hot and just on the right side of too much. He grasps at Lou's hips, holding on even as he pulls him in tighter, his mouth falling open in an O of pleasure.
"Don't you think, baby?" Lou asks, his own breath hitching as he bottoms out. "I know I'd much rather be right here than sitting in some restaurant somewhere with people who feel the need to shout about how in love they are."
A frustrated whine escapes Oliver's throat when Lou continues to not move, only looking down at him and yapping like he's not currently got his dick buried to the hilt in his ass.
"Babe, please," he murmurs, digging his fingers into Lou's skin in the hopes it'll get him moving; Oliver's been balancing on a knife edge of pleasure for what feels like hours now and he needs more, needs Lou to fuck him so hard into the mattress he can't breathe. "Can you just-"
"Oh, sorry, baby," Lou says, almost as if he'd actually forgotten what he was doing and, god, Oliver loves this man.
Lou snaps his hips hard and Oliver cries out, throwing his head back against the mattress. "Yes, right there, babe, right there-"
Lou obliges him, hands planted on either side of Oliver's head as he sets up an almost brutal pace, the slap of skin on skin loud even above their hitching breaths.
"But like, I'm right, right?" Lou says, his mind still apparently elsewhere as Oliver tries not to lose his with every slam of Lou's cock into his prostate. "Going out on Valentine's always feels so like, performative? Like, oh, look at us, we're so in love and everybody needs to know about it-"
Oliver can hardly even believe how much he loves this idiot and he grins up at him, soft ahs being punched from his throat with every thrust.
"Lou- ah, fuck- babe," he manages, his voice sounding all kinds of wrecked but also so fond as it hitches and stutters.
"Hm?" Lou seems to remember where he is and he meets Oliver's gaze with pleasure-dark eyes and pink flushed cheeks, hips snapping as if on autopilot; Oliver's not sure he's ever looked more beautiful and he needs to get his mouth on him, right now.
"I love- ah- love you, so much, now would- fuck, right there- would you just shut up and kiss me already?"
"Your wish is my command, baby." Lou grins as moves a hand into Oliver's hair and leans down to lick into his mouth, kissing him like it's the only thing he was put on this earth to do.
That, combined with the new angle of Lou's thrusts and the fact that Oliver's cock is now sandwiched between their stomachs, dragging deliciously along warm skin, pushes Oliver over the edge almost embarrassingly fast and he cries out into Lou's mouth, body tensing as he spills between them.
Lou swallows the sound, tongue licking it from Oliver's mouth as he fucks him through his pleasure, following him over the edge barely a moment later when Oliver clenches around his cock. Warmth fills him as Lou comes inside him, the rhythm of his hips stuttering as he breaks the kiss and gasps into the space between their lips and then, finally, collapses onto Oliver.
"Happy Valentine's, babe," Oliver mutters once he's caught his breath and Lou laughs, a bright grin tugging at the creases of his crow's feet.
"Definitely better than going out for dinner."
"Definitely," Oliver agrees, "although I'm still expecting you to take me for dinner at some point this week."
Lou strokes his fingers through Oliver's sweat damp curls, twisting to look up at him with a soft smile on his face. "Already got reservations, sweetheart. And not an overpriced Valentine's menu in sight."
Oliver laughs, feeling so fond that it's like a physical thing in his chest, swelling and twisting into every available space until he almost can't breath with it.
"Mm, so romantic," he teases, leaning down to press a kiss to Lou's temple and wondering just how he'd gotten so lucky.
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"Hey, baby, I'm home," Lou calls, tossing his keys into the dish and heading through to the kitchen with the groceries he'd picked up on the way back from set.
"I'll be down in a sec." Oliver's voice comes from upstairs, sounding breathless with excitement in a way that Lou would recognize anywhere. He smirks, sticking his head back out into the hallway.
"You having fun without me, sweetheart?" he asks, his cock twitching to life at the thought of Oliver pleasuring himself upstairs; it's not the first time he'd come home from a long shoot to find Oliver jerking off, apparently too desperate to wait until he got back, and it drives him wild in the best way, especially as Oliver is probably watching one of the x-rated videos Lou occasionally sent him when he was bored and home alone.
Oliver doesn't answer and Lou goes back to the shopping with a grin, unpacking in a hurry so he can go and join in with his boyfriend's fun.
He's just putting the last of the protein bars in the cupboard when he hears footsteps on the stairs. "You didn't want to wait for me?" he calls, smirking to himself as Oliver—no doubt beautifully flushed and a little dopey from his orgasm—pads down the hall.
"Oh no, I'm waiting for you, babe."
Lou turns, his eyebrow raised and a flirty comment on the tip of his tongue until he sees what Oliver is wearing and all coherent thought evaporates, all of the blood in his body rushing south and into his dick.
"Oh," is all he manages as Oliver takes a step into the kitchen and spins slowly, giving Lou a three sixty view of the beautiful cornflower blue lace stretching across his muscles. Between the delicate bralet barely covering his pecs, the stockings hugging his legs from foot to thigh and the panties giving a deliciously teasing peek at his already half hard cock, Lou doesn't know where to look. His mouth is suddenly dry as the freaking Sahara, his dick demanding attention, but all he can do is stand there, staring at his boyfriend's lingerie because apparently that's what had had Oliver breathlessly excited.
"You, uh, you like them?" Oliver asks, almost shyly, and Lou swallows thickly as he nods.
"Fuck yes, baby, I love them." His voice catches halfway through when Oliver smiles and steps forward, putting himself within Lou's reach. Lou takes immediate advantage, planting one hand on his chest and sliding the other around to cup his ass, the fabric soft beneath his fingers. "You look beautiful, so beautiful."
Oliver blushes, pleased. "Yeah?"
"Oh yeah." Lou traces the patterns in the lace with a thumb, marveling at the way it hugs Oliver's pec so perfectly. "Have you had these long?"
"No, they only arrived yester-" He gasps as Lou rubs his thumb across a nipple through the lace. "-day. Fuck, that feels good."
Lou smiles, pleased that Oliver is pleased. "Better than normal?"
"Yeah," Oliver nods, hooking his hands together behind Lou's neck. "Yeah, the lace, it-" Another brush of his thumb. "Ah-"
Lou smirks. "Catches?"
"Catches." Oliver's skin is flushed with arousal, the pink spreading to his chest and contrasting with the delicate blue of his bralet and the dark lines of his tattoos and it takes everything in Lou's power to hold himself back from having his way with him right there and then.
No, he's going to go slow, to take his time cherishing but also teasing the beautiful, blushing man in front of him.
"And this?" he says, pressing a finger between Oliver's ass cheeks, pushing the lace against his hole and rubbing, just a little. "That feel better too?"
Oliver's answering moan is desperate and beautiful, a sound that shoots straights to Lou's aching cock. "Yeah, feels amazing."
Lou hums appreciatively, sliding his hand from Oliver's chest to his cock. "What about this?" he asks, stroking him through the lace, making sure the fabric catches across his slit, soaking up the pre-come starting to leak there.
"Oh fuck," Oliver mutters, voice hoarse with arousal and Lou smirks as he leans in for a kiss, swallowing the rest of the moan. He continues to rub across his hole and his cock as he kisses him slowly, lazily, enjoying the soft gasps that escape Oliver's throat and flit into his own mouth.
They'd been together long enough for Lou to know every little thing that drove Oliver wild, to know every little sound he made when he was turned on, but something about the way he's so immediately desperate with just a few touches has Lou wondering why the hell they've never played with lingerie before.
He kisses him for a few moments longer before pulling away, leaving Oliver whining for him, a soft pout to his kiss swollen lips.
"Let's go upstairs," Lou says, letting go of his cock to take hold of his hand as he leans in to whisper in his ear. "I want to see you laid out on the bed for me in your pretty little panties."
"Fuck, yes, yeah, okay," Oliver replies, immediately leading Lou out of the kitchen and to the stairs; it gives Lou a fantastic view of his lace-clad ass, the fabric stretching tight with the movement as he climbs the steps, and his cock throbs in his own—decidedly less pretty—underwear, desperate for any kind of friction.
Oliver pulls him into the bedroom and kicks the door shut behind them as he pulls Lou into a fierce kiss, pressing himself flush against him. Lou immediately slides a hand to his ass, already addicted to the way the lace feels beneath his fingers, and Oliver moans into his mouth as he squeezes, digging his fingertips in.
Lou thinks he could stay like this forever, licking each gasp from Oliver's mouth, the two of them pressed close enough that they might as well be one person, except he really does want to see Oliver spread out on the bed for him, wants to admire the way his nipples poke at the fabric of his bralet, the way his panties stretch taut across his dick.
Wants to pull said panties to the side and fuck him into the mattress until he comes all over himself.
His cock throbs at the thought, now filled out and straining against his pants, and he breaks the kiss with a soft hum, stepping away before he gets too carried away.
Except Oliver follows him, chasing his mouth and, well, Lou had never claimed to be strong enough to resist such perfectly kissable lips.
"Baby," he murmurs, pulling away after another extended round of kissing that leaves his lips thrumming, "I want to see you all laid out for me, all pretty in your blue lace. Let me look at you?"
Oliver nods, a pleased smile pulling at the corners of his kiss-swollen lips. "Yeah, okay." He steps out of Lou's arms and sits down on the end of the bed, legs spread wide to accommodate the swell of his lace-clad dick. "Like this?" he asks, biting his lip as he looks up at Lou, the eyebrow split with his birthmark raised in that slightly teasing way that makes Lou feel feral with desire; he knows exactly what he's doing and Lou is a sucker for it as always, completely helpless to resist that god damn look.
"Mm, just like that baby," he replies, voice thick with arousal as he pulls his shirt over his head and tosses it aside. "You look so pretty, sweetheart."
The pink flush on Oliver's cheeks deepens at the compliment, a pleased smile breaking out on his face. Lou thinks it might be the most beautiful he's ever looked and he wonders how long Oliver has been harboring the desire to try wearing lingerie; he certainly seems comfortable in it and that's perhaps the most attractive thing of all as Lou watches him lean back on his elbows, the movement flexing his pecs beneath the delicate triangles of lace just about covering them.
Lou unfastens his jeans as he admires the view, the smile on his lips feeling ridiculously fond, even for him. "Look at you," he breathes, stepping out of his pants and into the V of Oliver's spread legs, hooking a finger under his chin. "You feel good, baby?"
Oliver nods. "Yeah," he grins, "feel real good."
"You look it too, Oli, god." Lou palms at his cock with his free hand, unable to help himself. "This blue, it's so beautiful on you, baby, such a good color."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah. Contrasts real well with your pretty pink cock."
Oliver hums low in his throat, spreading his legs even wider as Lou's gaze lingers on the hard line of his dick, tantalizing glimpses visible through the swirling patterns in the lace; he'd lost count of the times he'd seen Oliver's cock at this point, of the times he'd had it in his hand, his mouth, his ass, but something about the way he can only just see it like this is really doing it for him, teasing in a way he hadn't realized he even wanted.
It's the same with his pecs, the way the pink nubs of his nipples are only just visible through the bralet driving him a little wild, and he pushes his underwear down, suddenly desperate to get his hands on the man looking up at him with eyes dark with arousal.
He leans down to capture Oliver's lips in a searing kiss, pushing him back onto the bed and climbing on top of him. His cock catches on the lace of Oliver's panties as he does and his breath hitches at the sensation of soft fabric on his aching length; even that briefest of touches feels so damn good and he can only imagine that it feels even better for Oliver, having it covering all of his most sensitive spots.
As if in answer, Oliver moans into his mouth, his breath hitching as he hooks his legs around Lou's waist and pulls him in close. The feeling of Oliver's stockings on the bare skin of his lower back feels better than he could have imagined and he goes easily, sliding a hand between them to cup Oliver's pec as he rolls his hips, thumbing at his nipple and savoring the way it makes Oliver gasp.
Lou allows himself another few moments before sitting up on his knees, leaving Oliver flushed and panting below him, a frown pulling at his brow.
"Baby, please," he breathes, looking up at Lou with pleading eyes, and it takes all of Lou's strength not to give in to him; he wants to carry on, wants to rut against his boyfriend and make a mess of his pretty blue panties but he also can't shake the thought of pulling them aside as he pushes his cock past Oliver's rim, can't stop thinking about how that might feel for both of them, so he holds back, instead smiling down at the gently pouting man beneath him.
"I need a minute, baby," he says, "otherwise I'm not going to last long enough to do what I want to do."
Oliver smirks, eyes glinting with mischief. "And what do you want to do?"
Lou reaches for Oliver's cock, stroking him through the fabric as he says, "I want to fuck you in your pretty little lace panties." Oliver whines, fingers twisting in the sheets, and so Lou continues, adding a little more pressure to his strokes. "Want to push your legs up by your ears, pull the lace to the side and slide inside you, baby, how does that sound?"
"Fuck, yes, please Lou, please-"
"Gonna make you come in them and then maybe I'll come on them too, hm? What do you think?"
"Oh god, yes, yes-"
Lou grins as he lets go of Oliver's cock, leaning over to the bedside table for the lube that had taken up permanent residence there since they'd moved in together. Oliver shifts himself a little further up on the bed and drops his legs open, giving Lou a delicious view of he way his panties cup his balls and—just about—cover his dick; he wonders if pulling them tight enough might leave a pattern on Oliver's skin and the thought makes his cock throb as he pops the lube and pours a generous amount into his palm.
Oliver watches hungrily as he slicks himself up, shifting slightly in anticipation and Lou can't help but hum with pleasure at the sight; Oliver had never been small, and seeing his tall, broad and muscly—so damn muscly, god—boyfriend wearing the most delicate lace underwear speaks to his most primitive urges, an almost feral hunger taking over as his gaze maps the curve of Oliver's pecs beneath his bralet, the dark ink of his tattoos just peeking out and the hair darkening his chest in between, as he takes in the delicious way his panties hug his hard cock and the seemingly endless length of leg wrapped in cornflower blue, soft curls of hair poking through the lace.
"Fuck, Oli, baby," he moans, stilling his hand on his dick for fear of taking himself too far. "You've never looked more beautiful."
Oliver smiles, almost shy again as Lou gazes down at him. "Really?"
"Really." He smiles, an idea occurring to him. "Will you, uh, let me pick out a pair for you? Next time, I mean?"
Oliver's smile widens, brighter even than the sun. "Yeah, I'd like that."
"Good." Lou reaches to rest a hand on Oliver's knee, rubbing a thumb across the lace of his stocking. "Me too."
"You know what else I'd like?" Oliver asks, his grin turning lascivious as he bites his lip. Lou is almost certain he knows what he's going to say but he asks anyway, fighting back a smile of his own.
"What's that, baby?"
"If you'd fuck me like you promised."
Lou shuffles forwards on his knees, his painfully hard cock bobbing as he settles where he wants to be. "Not exactly a hardship, sweetheart," he says, sliding his hand from Oliver's knee to the back of his thigh, pushing his leg up towards his chest. The movement must pull on the fabric across Oliver's dick because he moans filthily, his cock twitching visibly beneath blue lace starting to soak through with pre-come.
"Oh my god," he mutters, dropping his head back against the mattress with a soft exhale, and Lou marvels that he'd somehow ended up lucky enough to have such a beautiful, responsive boyfriend; he's not sure he'll ever be able to get the sight or the sound of Oliver like this out of his mind, and he's already thinking about what other color would complement the soft flush of his skin and the black of his tattoos the next time they do this.
His eyes catch on Oliver's birthmark and suddenly his decision is made: a nice deep pink, he thinks, to match his favorite place to leave soft kisses.
He nods to himself, pleased with his decision as he reaches for Oliver's ass, rubbing a finger across his hole just the way he'd done earlier, pressing the lace into the crease of his cheeks.
Oliver lets out another long breath, his thigh twitching beneath Lou's palm when he does it again, gentle and teasing. "Please," he moans and Lou chuckles softly, taking hold of the edge of the fabric instead and pulling it aside, exposing his hole.
"So impatient, sweetheart," he murmurs as Oliver whimpers at the increased pressure on his cock, desperate and beautiful. Letting go of Oliver's thigh, he guides it to where he wants it, head nudging at Oliver's hole as he takes a breath and Oliver reaches for the headboard behind him, wrapping his fingers around the slats.
"Tell me when you're-"
"Yeah, yeah, I'm ready, just fuck me already-"
Lou's not exactly about to say no to that so he starts pushing in gently, holding his breath as Oliver's tight heat envelops him, a feeling that would be almost overwhelming even without the added and delicious friction of the hem of his panties tugging at the velvet skin of his cock.
Oliver's head is thrown back against the mattress, his eyes screwed shut and his mouth hanging open in an O of pleasure that would be almost funny if it wasn't also exactly how Lou was feeling right now, his head swimming with a dizzy kind of bliss.
He bottoms out with a soft groan, forcing himself to hold still while they both adjust to the feeling. "God, you feel so good, baby," he mutters, voice almost as wrecked as he's ever heard himself sound. "Can I-"
"Yeah," Oliver nods, breathless and looking up at Lou like he's never wanted anything more. "Move, please, babe, I need you-"
Lou takes a moment to adjust his position first, pushing both of Oliver's legs back towards his chest until he's folded practically in half before leaning down over him. Oliver immediately hooks his ankles behind Lou's head, caging him in with blue lace and Lou moans, low and wanton as he leans down to kiss him, deep and filthy. He rolls his hips as he does and Oliver gasps into his mouth, a beautifully desperate sound that has Lou's cock throbbing inside him; he's honestly not sure he's ever been happier than he is in this moment, his lingerie clad boyfriend turning to putty in his hands even as he loses his own mind, and he's not sure how he's going to go back to regular, naked sex after this, spoiled as he's being by Oliver's lace inspired desperation.
He resolves to make the most of it and moves his hands to Oliver's pecs, partly for support as he rolls his hips, fucking slowly in and out of his boyfriend's heat, but also to feel the way he gasps into his mouth with the press of the lace into his skin, with every brush of Lou's thumbs across his nipples.
Oliver cries out when Lou suddenly snaps his hips and squeezes his pecs at the same time, breaking the kiss with a desperate moan.
"Fuck, ah-"
"You good?" Lou asks, teasing more than anything because the look on Oliver's face is telling him exactly how good he feels.
"Yeah, so good, baby, do that again, please-"
Lou obliges him, slamming into him as he digs his fingers into the meat of his chest and the choked sob of pleasure Oliver lets out is possibly the most beautiful sound Lou has ever heard.
"Like that?" he asks, breath hitching as he thrusts into him again, hoping to pull the same, needy whine from his lips. He grinds down into him to make sure and the head of his cock must press against Oliver's prostate because he gets an even more desperate sound than before, a wild cry of pleasure that echoes loud in the quiet bedroom.
"Fuck, yesyesyes, right there baby, right there," Oliver begs, heels knocking gently against the back of Lou's head and long legs tensing as he clenches around his cock. Lou moans at the pressure, squeezing Oliver's pecs almost involuntarily as a shiver of pleasure runs through him. He can already feel his orgasm building low in his groin and he pauses a moment, trying to calm himself down; he wants Oliver to come first, wants to watch him spill into his lace panties and then pull out and come all over them too.
Oliver whines at the delay, looking up at Lou with wide, pleading eyes. "Please, baby, need you," he murmurs and once again Lou is completely and utterly powerless to deny him.
"Whatever you want, sweetheart," he says before setting a furious pace, snapping his hips with enough force to punch a choked stream of ah ah ahs from Oliver's throat. Lou leans down to kiss him as he fucks him into the mattress, tongues tangling messy and desperate while the hem of Oliver's panties catches along his cock with every thrust, heightening the pleasure he's already feeling from Oliver's tight heat and the beautiful, needy gasps falling from his lips.
He doesn't want to come yet though, can't come yet, so he tries to distract himself by breaking the kiss and burying his head in Oliver's neck instead, murmuring a stream of nonsense praise.
"Look so pretty baby, in your lace, so sexy, feels so good, I love the way your tits look like this, so fucking beautiful sweetheart, and your cock, all wrapped in blue just for me, so beautiful, so damn beautiful-"
It's a small relief when Oliver starts to tense beneath him, knuckles turning white as he grips the headboard, his breathing shallowing as his orgasm builds and builds.
"Babe, I'm close, so close," Oliver mutters, throwing his head back against the pillow and Lou snaps his hips harder in response, sliding one hand down between them to rub at his cock through the lace, trying to push him over the edge for his own sake as well as Oliver's.
"Do it baby, come for me, want to see you make a mess of those pretty panties-"
Oliver cries out, loud and so beautiful as he comes, turning the lace a darker shade of blue as he spills into his panties, his whole body tensing. Lou strokes his cock and fucks him all the way through it, trying desperately to hold off his own orgasm until he's squeezed every last drop of pleasure from Oliver.
"Fuck," Oliver breathes, his body going slack all at once and Lou takes that as his cue, pulling out of him and sitting back on his knees. Oliver stretches his legs out, spreading them wide as Lou wraps a hand around himself and starts stroking.
"Go on, babe, come on me," he says, grinning lazily up at him, his cheeks and chest flushed. "Make a mess of me." His grin turns to a smirk as he glances down at himself. "Even more of a mess."
Lou huffs a laugh, chest swelling with fondness even as his balls tighten with each pump of his hand, cock sticky with lube and pre-come. He's been close for what feels like hours and he feels almost dizzy with it as he quickens his pace, the slick slide of skin on skin loud even over his hitching breaths.
"Come on, baby," Oliver says again, smiling that blinding smile that had pulled Lou in from the moment they'd met. "Ruin my panties-"
The word sounds obscene in Oliver's accent and Lou lets out a low moan as he comes hard, pleasure flaring hot through every nerve in his body. He spills onto Oliver's panties, painting the lace with his come as Oliver watches, a pleased grin on his flushed face.
"That's it, right there, ruin them, baby, god-"
Lou fucks his fist through the last of his pleasure, Oliver's words twisting pleasantly through the fog of bliss clouding his mind as it finally becomes too much. "Fuck," he says, with feeling, before collapsing onto the bed beside him, his chest heaving and his head swimming.
Oliver chuckles, reaching for Lou's hand with his own. "Yeah." He's quiet for a long moment, fingers playing gently with Lou's as they both catch their breath. "You really like the lingerie, huh?"
"Baby, are you kidding me?" Lou asks incredulously, propping himself up on an elbow. "I don't think I've ever gotten that hard so quickly in my life. I really do want to pick out your next pair, if you want me to."
"Hell yeah." Oliver grins as he slides his free hand into Lou's hair, pulling him into a kiss. It's languid, unhurried, and Lou smiles into it, happy from more than just the orgasm.
Lou can't help but slip a hand across to Oliver's chest, resting his palm over the bralet he'd become decidedly obsessed with. Oliver shifts beneath his touch, humming gently, though from pleasure or overstimulation Lou's not sure.
He breaks the kiss when he starts to get a cramp in his elbow and pushes himself to sitting, eyeing with great delight the mess they'd made of Oliver's lingerie.
"Hope they wash up okay," he says, grinning as he slips a finger beneath the waistband and pings it gently against Oliver's skin.
Oliver just smirks, a look of lazy ecstasy on his face. "So fucking worth it if they don't."
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