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OLIVER FLETCHER

PAST
MAY 2019

"Holy fuck," I shout into Max's ear over the loud vibrant music. "This place is amazing."

Max pulls back from me and smiles, the neon flashing lights cascading down his face and onto his white t-shirt. "Let's get a drink," he shouts as he grabs onto my hand and takes me towards the bar.

I'd only ever been in a couple of nightclubs since I turned eighteen, there was something about them that made me feel slightly unsettled but being with Max made all those feelings go away. It helped that the club was a gay club and we didn't have to worry about being bothered if we kissed on the dance floor.

I wasn't planning on getting drunk but considering how much of a light weight I am, the possibility is high. I'd completed most of my first year work, I had one exam left in two weeks and I was more than prepared for it.

Max kept telling me that we deserved this night and I agreed, we needed time to have fun and go crazy. Dance to chart music even though I hate the radio and just live for the moment.

Once Max gets our drinks we meet him in the middle of the dance floor with his friends, we drink continuously, jagerbombs and then tequila, dancing like nobody was watching.

As it approaches one o'clock my eyesight began to slow and my movements slightly lazy but I didn't care, I was having the best time ever.

My eyes lay on Max as he dances between the colourful lights, he couldn't dance but he still looked good. He always looked good.

"What?" Max questions as he takes a step closer to me.

I smile and wrap my arms around his neck gently. "You're just so fucking handsome," I slur slightly as he wraps his arms around my lower torso.

Max smiles and rests his forehead against mine softly as we gently move to the music. "No, that's you."

My head shakes as I look up into his dark mysterious eyes, I press up onto my tip-toes to kiss him. Max moving his hands to cup the side of my head with his cold hands, his face tilting to grasp my lips between his.

I groan loudly into his mouth and hold him somewhat tighter, fighting his dominance for his bottom lip so I can bite down. Max huffs out sharply and pants into my mouth, feeling blood rush through my veins and darting straight for my member.

"Oliver," he moans against my lips.

We pull away for a moment as I look up into his eyes. "I'm horny," I grunt against him, pressing my crotch into his and watching as Max takes an unexpected breath.

"Oliver," he repeats, his eyes growing darker by the second.

"I..." I trail off as I graze my lips against his jaw. "Want..." then to his chin. "You..." clasping my teeth around his bottom lip again as he watches me. "To fuck me."

Max presses our lips together with such force that I almost got whiplash, making my head spin a million miles an hour. "We should leave then," he mumbles quickly against me.

I shake my head, panting for air. "I don't want to leave," I tell him as Max's brows crease for a moment. "Fuck me in the toilets."

He bites down on his lip and takes a quick glance around. "Is that what you want?" He asks me deeply.

My head nods eagerly. "I don't think I'll last long," I mumble against his jaw, pressing a kiss to his neck. "And I don't think you will either."

Max hums sharply before taking my hand and leading us to the bathroom, pushing our way into the door. Noticing a guy at the end of the urinals but all of the stalls free.

He shoves me through one of the toilet stalls and locks it behind me, kicking the toilet seat lid down with his foot but before he has the chance to turn around, I latch my hands onto his belt and rush to undo it.

Max grabs my face and pushes me up against the stall wall, his lips devouring mine as I fumble with his zip and buckle, pushing his jeans down over his hips and ass.

Slipping my hand into his boxers and grabbing his hardened member, Max pants into my mouth and grunts. "Fuck Oliver," he mumbles quietly.

I smirk against his mouth and push him to the other wall, getting down on my knees and pulling down his boxers. Looking up at him as he heaves just watching me as I slowly take his thick cock into my mouth, gliding my tongue up and down his shaft slowly.

Max's stomach tenses and he bites down on his bottom lip to stop himself from making a noise. Then I push his cock to the back of my throat, bopping my head deeper and deeper as I keep my eyes on him, moaning sensually.

"Fuck," Max shakes his head before slamming it against the wall and looking up at the ceiling.

After a few moments I slip his cock out of my mouth and stand up, pressing my hands to his chest. "Fuck me Max," I demand as his lustful eyes find mine.

A low growl escapes his lips as he shoves me over the toilet lid, kneeling on it gently as he pulls at my trousers, taking my boxers with them.

He bends me over and slips his lips between my cheeks, a surprised moan escapes my lips as he licks at my hole. "M-Max," I pant out as he spits down onto me and massages it with his tongue.

Max pulls back and lines up my hole with his pulsating cock, pushing himself into me with one thrust. I couldn't help the moan that escapes my lips but if anything it turned me on, knowing we were doing it in such a public space.

"Shit," I pant out as he slams his cock deep inside me, clenching my eyes shut as his tip presses into my prostate.

My dick twitches painfully, gagging for a release. Max holds onto my shoulder to pound me faster than before, tears swelling my eyes at the pleasure that ripples through my body at his cock stretching me to my extremes.

"Ohh Max," I can't help but moan out. Then the main bathroom door opening suddenly.

Max clamps his hand around my mouth quickly, pressing his lips to my ear. The person pushes their way into the stall next to ours, Max continues to move his hips in and out of me, trying his hardest not to make a sound.

I whine into his hand but Max bites down on my ear. "Shhhh," he mumbles.

My eyes clench shut as my hole desperately tightens around Max's large cock, whimpering pathetically into his hand as I feel my dick about to go off any second.

The toilet flushes from beside us and I grunt as Max continues to press his hand to my mouth. He pushes his length inside of me, holding me at the rim as I feel his cock press into my sensitive spot. Bringing tears to my eyes as my dick drips with pre-cum.

The bathroom door opens and shuts and Max slams into me once more, crying out into his palm and my cum shoots from my dick. Laces and laces of thick cum coating the toilet seat as Max continues to rail me from behind.

"Max," I whimper out as I close my eyes, hearing him grunt aggressively behind me.

Moving his hands to my hips as he pounds me, reaching his own climax as he dumps his cum inside me and pants out sharp, short breaths.

We both attempt to catch our breaths as his cock slips out of my hole, turning around to face him. Pressing our lips together in sweet harmony, humming in pleasure as our cocks lightly brush each other. "That was fucking hot," Max grumbles against me before kissing me deeply again. "You're so bad."

I laugh cheekily against his lips. "Then punish me."

PRESENT
APRIL 2021

I woke up feeling somewhat better than I did the last couple weeks, my body didn't feel exhausted for once and my mind felt refreshed. I hadn't seen Max since we kissed outside my apartment door a few days ago and yet I can still feel the butterflies dance around my stomach.

Pushing myself out of bed and walking into the living room. "Jamie?" I call out as I look at the clock on the wall, it was past eleven and he is always up early.

Jamie doesn't respond so I presume he's at work, stalking over to the kitchen counter and flicking on the kettle. Grabbing a mug from the cupboard and reaching for the coffee, just as I spoon in one sweetener there is a solid knock at the door.

Dropping the spoon into the cup and turning towards the sound, feeling my heart rate increase at who it could be. Not that either of us were expecting a delivery or anything.

I wipe my hands down my legs and walk towards the door, gently opening it so I could peek my eyes through the gap. Logan stands on the other side, his hands firmly pressed into his jacket, his hair slightly wild but a firm smile on his lips.

"Hey," he grins brightly at me.

"Logan," I say as I pull the door back.

His eyes roam my body before settling back on my face. "How are you?"

"I'm good," I nod before pursing my lips. "You?"

"Yeah I'm alright," he nods. "I just wanted to make sure you were okay after the whole nut thing, I feel so awful and I'm so sorry that happened. I never meant to hurt you."

"It's okay Logan," I shake my head as I keep my hand firmly on the door. "It doesn't matter."

"I would have never done that if I knew you had a nut allergy," he expresses sincerely, attempting to take a step closer.

I shake my head at him with a small smile. "I know, it was a mistake. It's okay."

A look of relief washes over his face. "Oh thank God, I was so scared you were going to be upset with me."

My shoulders shrug. "I'm over it."

"So I was thinking I could make it up to you and take you out for dinner?" He suggests.

I hate how my stomach plummets through my body at his words, trying to formulate something in my brain. "Logan," I start as his warm eyes hold mine. "I don't think we should see each other anymore."

His facial expressions drop quicker than I could blink. "What?"

"It was fun, I had fun with you," I nod. "But I just want to be honest with you and I don't think we can date anymore, we work better as friends."

Logan's mouth twitches, silence sitting among us for a few moments. "You know what Oli," he snaps suddenly. "You've treated me like fucking shit."

My eyes blink back at his loud tone, shocked that he switched up so quickly.

"You just used me when you wanted, for the sex, whenever you wanted to go out!" He yells at me.

I swallow harshly at his words, feeling my hands begin to shake. "You're just a broken man Oli, you think the whole fucking world revolves around you and you use people for your needs. What about my needs? Did you ever listen to what I had to say, how I felt?"

"Loga—"

"No!" His voice cuts across mine as he shakes his head at me in disbelief.

Tears rise in my eyes at how quickly this conversation escalated.

"You need to sort yourself out before you even think of getting in a relationship with someone else," he tells me harshly. "You're fucking broken Oli and you're just going to end up destroying everyone else if you don't sort your own shit out."

His words cut through my heart painfully as I blink back at him, a single tear escaping my eye.

"So maybe focus on yourself rather than shagging half of London, maybe then you'll find true happiness." He grumbles out before turning his back on me and walking away from my apartment door.

After a few moments I shut the door, choking back a sob as I collapse down onto the sofa. Feeling my body erupt into endless amounts of sadness, I am broken. I know I am broken. I've never been the same since Max left.

Maybe he's right, I'm selfish. I only think about myself and what I want.

Burying my face into the pillow next to my head, sobbing out uncontrollable tears wishing that this feeling would disappear and I could go back to being normal.

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