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OLIVER FLETCHER

PAST
JUNE 2019

I waited for the ambulance to turn up to make sure that my mum was okay, her words broke me inside but I knew she wasn't okay, mentally. She was sad, depressed and barely getting through life.

Not wanting to believe what she said was true, maybe it was due to the extent of the medication she was taking, a cry for help, anything to get my attention.

Or maybe I was a bad son, a fucking bad son who doesn't see his struggling mother enough.

Fuck.

I wiped away my tears as I watched them pull my semi-unconscious mother out and into the back of the ambulance, they were telling me that she'll be okay but needed to be checked on.

Looking at her hurt me, I loved her, I've always loved her. But she just wanted to hurt me, turn everything on me to make me feel like how she was feeling.

My eyes clench as I choked out a pathetic sob, what the fuck happened?

They give me the details of the unit she would be taken to but I take off down the road after they leave, I didn't know what to think. My head pounded like someone had repeatedly punched me in the skull, I just needed someone to talk to. Someone to level me out.

Digging into my pocket as I sniffle, clicking at the screen and ringing Max's number instantly. I listen to it ring over and over until it goes straight to voicemail. "Fuck," I curse to myself. Continuing to wipe away my endless tears that stained my cheeks.

My fingers fumble to call him again. "Come on," I mumble as I bite down on my thumb. "Pick up, please pick up."

The line cuts and my heart stops beating for a second.

"Max?" I say instantly.

"No not Max," his voice sounded slow and I recognised it as Jeff, his old roommate.

"Is Max there?" My voice wobbles. "I really need him."

"He's too high to function right now," Jeff trails off before laughing. I could hear a few others chuckle and my breathing halts for a moment.

"Can you tell him that it's urgent?" I plead.

The phone pulls away as muffled voices echo through the receiver. Then I hear a glimpse of Max's voice. "No," he groans out like a child. "I don't want to talk to Oliver, hang up."

He sounded fucked, beyond fucked. But it still cut through my soul as I listen to the line go dead. My lips purse in an attempt to not let out an ugly cry, especially as I was headed towards the train station.

My head felt like it weighed a tonne, my back breaking with every step. I didn't even know what I was thinking or feeling, numbness surrounded me like I didn't exist. Like no one gave a single shit about me.

I board the train without looking at anyone, terrified that I'd break down in tears all over again. Desperate to crawl into my bed and hide under the sheets until the foreseeable future.

I turn my phone off before I start blasting stupid texts to Max, listening to his words replay in my head like a broken record. My stomach flips suddenly, taking a deep breath and earning myself some looks from the other passengers.

As soon as it comes to my stop I am the first to jump up and get off, I needed to breathe some fresh air before I started hyperventilating.

The walk back to campus felt like it lasted forever, the clouds began to cover the golden sun. The change in weather sending a shiver down my spine at the drop in atmosphere, I was seconds from crying again.

The world didn't want me to have a good day, that was clear as anything.

By the time I reach my dorm, I slam the door shut and lock it. Jumping head first into bed and sob my eyes out until I was choking in silence. I just wanted to sleep forever, forget this ever happened, forget that my mother hates me, that she thinks my father left her because of me, that my boyfriend doesn't even want to be there for me when I need him.

Fuck all of this.

Fuck this shit.

. . .

I don't know how many hours, or even days passed. I didn't leave my bed for a second. After pondering for a few moments I reach for my phone and decide to turn it on. At first my heart ached as nothing even came up on the screen but then I had multiple missed calls from Max and texts.

Just as I click on the text messages, a loud knock stirs me from underneath my duvet.

I curse to myself and wipe my swollen eyes, not finding any energy to get out of the bed and attempt to answer the door.

"Oliver," Max's voice strings through the door. "I know you're in there."

Pushing myself up from the bed and swinging my legs so that they dangle by the mattress. Staring back at the door like I was brain dead, my mouth dry from the lack of water and my stomach aching.

"Oliver," he shouts again. "I'm sorry, please answer the door."

My eyes clench for a second as I drag my limp body from the bed and towards the door. Slowly my fingers fumble with the locks, almost too weak to attempt to open it. Eventually I unlock it and pull back the door.

Max stood with his hands in his pockets, hair windswept and his eyes looking tired. "Hey," he breathes out instantly.

I don't respond as his eyes roam my face and my attire. "I'm sorry Oliver," he says again.

"Don't worry," I croak out, my eyes falling heavy.

His brows crease at my response. "Well of course it matters," he says quickly. "What was wrong?"

I snort to myself and shake my head. "Funny how you only care now when you're not off your face," I mumble out.

"I said I was sorry," he tries again.

My teeth grit at his endless apologies, a fire burning in the pit of my stomach. "I called you because I went to see my mother," I grumble out, feeling my fists tighten beside me. "She told me that my father left us because of her, that I am a shit son, that I ruined everything for her."

"Oliver," he breathes out slowly, closing his eyes as he listens to my strained voice.

"I wanted to talk to you because I felt fucking heartbroken, that my mother could say those things to me and not even flinch or have any remorse. She fucking hates me and maybe that's my fault," my voice continues to speed up, rarely having a chance to catch my breath.

"That's not true," he shakes his head, pieces of hair falling in front of his eyes.

"That is why I called you," I whine between my gritted teeth. "I couldn't go through that shit alone, and listening to you as you told your friend to hang up after I said that it was urgent. It was like I didn't fucking exist."

Max's expression drops within a second, his mouth falling into a frown as he watches me fall to pieces. "I didn't mean for it to come across like that," he shakes his head. "I was fucked and I wasn't thinking."

"But I needed you," I say as my eyes rim with tears again.

"Well maybe you need some other friends Oliver," he says in retaliation. "I can't always be there for you."

My stomach felt like it had been winded as those words fall from his lips, blinking back the tears that aggressively fell from my eyes. "Fuck. You." I spit out at him before slamming the door in his face.

"Oliver," he shouts instantly, slamming his hand onto the door. "I didn't mean it like that."

"Leave me alone," I grumble out before falling back into bed.

"I'm not leaving when I know that you're upset," he shouts back, then curses under his breath. "Oliver, please. Just let me in. Let's talk about this and understand where we are both coming from."

My hands press to my ears as I roll over and face the wall, attempting to ignore him before we both started shouting things we really did not mean.

PRESENT
JUNE 2021

Max ordered that he was taking me out on a date, after what happened a few weeks ago and deciding to give him another chance, Max did not miss a beat. You could tell how much this second opportunity meant to him, it was like it lit up his life. And that for me almost won me over instantly.

But Max being Max needed to take me out to the fanciest and poshest restaurant, not that he had anything to prove but we both knew we weren't balling in the money department. But he kept telling me not to worry, so I continued to worry.

He ordered a rather expensive bottle of wine and told me I should order whatever I wanted, but physically I couldn't. The menu didn't even have prices, which completely freaked me out.

I reach my hand out across the table to gently graze his in a sweet gesture. His dark eyes flick up to mine as he smiles, flipping his hand over to grab my fingers. "What?"

My heart misses a couple of beats as he looks back at me, normally seeing him in denim jackets, ripped jeans and converse. His black suit against his crisp white shirt was giving me all kinds of horny vibes, he looked so good that I just wanted to lick him. Lick him so fucking hard.

"Oliver?"

He snaps me out of my trance completely, feeling my cheeks begin to rise with heat. "I know you're trying to make things up to me," I say after a few moments. "But a posh restaurant isn't what I need, I didn't like you for the things you bought for me or what we did. I liked being with you because we had fun, no matter what money we had."

Max nods and smiles, flicking his thumb over my knuckles. "I know, I know," he nods in agreement. "But I just wanted to do something nice for you, take you out, show you how appreciative of you I am. I like dining and I especially like dining you."

The tone of his voice made my cock throb, noticing how my lips parted as I drank in his attire once more. His jawline clenches which shows off his amazing bone structure, enough to cut glass.

He twists my wrist and slowly begins to draw circles against my veins. My breathing hitches as I look down to his actions, Max's mouth curving into a smirk as he listens to my heart stammer in my chest.

Gently he shifts his leg forward, brushing his calf against mine through the fabric of our trousers. I didn't even want to admit that I was hating this, because I wasn't. I was fucking loving it.

The more I thought about Max, the more I wanted his naked, hot body against mine.

Loving me, devouring me, showing me that I am his.

Fuck.

Max continues to smirk at me like he could hear what I was thinking, having to wet my lips before I started choking out.

"Good evening gentlemen," A waiter approaches our table as we rip our legs from each other and I force myself to breathe. "Are you ready to order what you would like to eat this evening?"

"We are," Max nods towards him but I shake my head, I had barely looked at the menu. "We'll share the lobster linguine please."

"Right away sir," he nods before taking back the menus that sat in front of us.

Max's lips remain in a smart smirk as I tilt my head towards him. "Ordering for us already?

"I know what you like," he shrugs effortlessly.

I bring the wine glass up to my lips and raise my eyebrows, our eye contact never dropping for a second. This dinner was about to kill me inside and out. Even my trousers could agree.

. . .

Max walks me up to my flat, feeling a little tipsy from the wine. I remove my key from my pocket and turn to the door, opening the lock and pushing it open slightly. When I stand and turn around he was already staring back at me.

"Thank you for tonight," I tell him gratefully. "I had a really good time."

"I'm pleased," he nods, his eyes flicking down to my lips and then back up to my eyes. "I love being with you."

"Me too," I agree.

Max steps forward to brush a gently kiss against my forehead, making me melt into the floor. He pulls back and rests his forehead against mine, inhaling deeply. "I love you so much Oliver," he whispers out, catching my heart by surprise. "I always have and I always will."

My eyes close with satisfaction, feeling his body remove itself from mine. "Goodnight," he says quietly, turning from me a little too quickly.

I reach out my hand to grab onto his wrist pulling him back, there was no fucking way he was getting away from me now.

Max's eyes blink back at me as I pull him into my body, our lips colliding at an alarming rate. He cups his hands around my cheeks and sighs into my lips, flipping my stomach over and over as he devours my lips like the first time he ever kissed me.

My head felt like it was about to fall off my shoulders as I take a step back into my apartment, desperate to get him in my bed and feel our bare skin against each other. Max kicks my door shut with his foot, our lips not once parting.

Pushing my hands up to his blazer and pushing it down his arms, Max copies my actions as our jackets fall to my apartment floor. His tongue brushes against mine and I hum in satisfaction, stumbling into my bedroom. The taste of the white wine was still evident in our mouths, but it was intoxicating in every way.

Max fumbles with my shirt buttons before ripping it open all together, our lips part for a second and we pant. Our dilated eyes clocking one another as Max shoves me up against the wall with his warm hands, clutching my face with his palms and pressing his lips to mine.

Our chests brush, I whimper when I realise he was still wearing his shirt. Desperate to get the fabric out from between us, my fingers follow his actions and try to undo his buttons quickly.

Once they were open I strip his shirt from his back, feeling his warm arms snake behind me. Pulling me into his bare chest as he breaks the kiss for a moment, peppering kisses down my jaw as I attempt to catch my breath.

My hands move to his belt and Max peaks up at me, his lips still grazing my jaw. "Are you sure you want to do this?" He breathes out heavily.

I pull my head back to rest on the wall as I stare back at him, his lips were pink and glistening and eyes wide and full of desire. My lips curve up into a smirk as I grip his throat with my hand and push him towards my bed, the backs of his knees buckling at the edge of the mattress.

He falls back onto my unmade bed and he pants desperately as I climb on top of him, the fabric of our jeans causing an abundance of friction between us. I could feel the thickness of his cock through the material which only made me more horny, the tip of my cock oozing with pre-cum.

Max's excited yet curious eyes watch me carefully, my hand still wrapped around his throat. "I want you to fuck me like you missed me," I whisper out as I bite down on my bottom lip.

"Oliver," Max hums out, attempting to raise his hips off the bed to receive more friction.

"I want you to fuck me like you're never going to let me go again," my voice raises as I slide my other hand up his tattooed stomach.

"Fuck," he throws his head to the bed and closes his eyes.

"I want you to fuck me like I'm yours and only yours," my mouth continues, I needed him more than I needed air right now.

Max's head snaps up to mine as he grabs my hand and throws my body down onto the bed beside where he was just laying. He leans up onto his knees and looks down to me, his chest heaving like I'd never seen before.

He grabs my jeans roughly and opens the button and zip, ripping them from my legs within a second. Leaving me in my boxers, shaking at the sensations and yet he had barely touched me.

Then he leans up to grab my jaw, lowering his head to mine as our eyes level with one another. He smirks lightly looking down to my parted lips. "You want me to fuck you like you're mine?" He chuckles lightly with a whisper. "Oh baby, you're already mine."

I shudder, physically shudder.

This increases Max's smirk as he stands to remove his own jeans quickly, my eyes looking over his toned and inked body. Ugh. Fuck.

He presses his hands to the bed and slowly crawls his way over me, his eyes raking over every inch of my skin before settling on my boxers. With one swift movement he takes them from me, my cock releasing from the fabric.

Wetness was evident on my tip and leaking down my length. Max's eyes keep trained on my cock for a few seconds, his lips part to breathe but he recovers instantly. Leaning closer to brush his tongue against the tip.

I hiss out instantly at the connection, his warm, wet mouth was teasing me already. He knew how to have me in the palm of his hand.

His dark eyes look up at me as he takes my length into his mouth, my fingers dragging their way through his brown hair as he bobs his head slowly. "Holy fuck," I exhale, no longer able to keep silent.

I have replayed this moment over and over in my head, dreaming of having Max this close to me again. It almost felt like a dream.

Max pushes my cock to the back of his throat, my tip throbbing for a release. I knew I wouldn't last long but I didn't want to come that fast. My pride would be Max's completely.

He pulls back slightly and slides his tongue between the folds of my tip, squeezing tightly onto the bed sheets to try and stabilise myself. But Max had a mouth of magic, and he certainly didn't forget what I loved.

He used this to his benefit.

After a few moments he slips my cock out of his mouth and smirks at me, my eyes feeling lazy and desperate for more.

He pulls down his boxers and his thick, veiny cock looks me directly in the face. "Jesus Christ," I curse out at the sight of it.

I know I'd seen it before, many times before. But seeing it again almost made me want to blush. He was big, long, girthy. Everything that was perfect about a cock.

Max smirks at me before I lean over to my drawer and pull out a bottle of lube. I wanted this to be the messiest, sloppiest moment ever. Fuck. My thoughts couldn't stop for a second.

He snatches the lube from my hand and pushes my legs apart instantly, leaving me whimpering as he squeezes the cool gel onto his hardened cock.

I couldn't help but watch as he massages it into his member, raising my knuckle up to my teeth to bite down. My cock twitching like a rabbit on steroids.

"Max," I pant out before I explode.

His eyes flick up to mine as he smirks, shuffling closer and pushing my legs back to the bed. He stares down at me and I feel completely vulnerable, but I loved it. My hole was gaping to be rammed and I needed him right now.

Max presses his lubed cock up against my entrance and slowly pushes his way in. My hips buckle instantly at the sensation of my hole being stretched to his large length.

He lowers himself to the bed and cages me between his forearms, he rests his nose against mine as our eyes settle on one another. Then he pushes his whole length into me, causing me to gasp out and hold onto his shoulders.

"Fuck," I mumble breathlessly. "Max."

Max growls into my neck as he pulls his hips back and slams into me again. I cry out as he presses kisses to my collarbone, moving his hand to push down one of my legs to the bed for better access.

My cock begun to ache, trying my hardest to hold off but I was so close. Holy shit.

"I missed you," he whispers into my neck, his cock pounding me like there was no tomorrow. The sound of the bed squeaking against the floor was enough to give the neighbours below nightmares at the speed Max was currently moving. "I missed you so much Oliver."

My lips part as I tilt my head back to the bed. "Max," I cry out as I'm instantly tipped over the edge, tears raising in my eyes. "I'm coming."

He presses a kiss to my throat and pulls back to look me directly in the eye. Thick of lust and passion, his chest clenching as he fucks me like no one has fucked me before.

My orgasm instantly takes over my body as he pounds my prostate like a fucking King, my cum shooting out of my dick and landing on my stomach as I pant and cry out his name.

"Fuck," Max growls as he grabs my throat, giving me a second to calm down.

The feeling of his hand tighten around my neck as he holds me in place, listening to our skin slap together harshly. "Oh God," I cry out as everything starts to feel sensitive, my head off into a dizzy spell.

He then lowers his head to my jaw again but peeks his eyes up at me, the headboard now bashing into the wall like nobody's business. "Getting a bit excited are we?" He says deeply against my skin.

I whimper and close my eyes. He knew full well he was about to make me come two more times, that's what he does. Fuck you until you are giving out orgasm after orgasm.

"Guess somethings don't change," he smirks at me before slowing his hips.

Taking this moment to breathe deeply, not realising how quick my heart was currently beating. His cock slips out of my throbbing hole, he grabs onto my hips and flips me down onto the bed, my ass high and head into the sheets.

His hand smooths over the back of my ass before slapping it harshly, I jolt and cry out. Not expecting him to ram his cock into me again, filling me deeply. "Holy fuck," I pant out. "Holy fuck!"

Max's hands slide up my back and grip onto my shoulder, pulling me towards him as he snakes his hand around my throat. He presses his lips to my ear as he slams into me, feeling my hole begin to drip with pleasure.

"You know that you're mine right?" He growls into my ear as my cock begins to twitch again, feeling close to my second release.

My lips tremble at his words, whimpering out something that I couldn't even understand.

"Tell me that you're mine," he raises his voice, biting down onto my ear as his cock slows inside me.

I pant out for a breath and nod. "I'm yours Max, I am completely yours. Fuck."

He hums in approval, his lips twitching into a smirk on my skin. "Then come for me," he demands. "If you're mine then come for me now."

I wanted to cry, I wanted to cry because I couldn't grasp how sexy and demanding Max is and what that was currently doing for my soul.

His speed picks up, our skin slapping each other with every rough stroke. "M-Max," I mumble out through trembling lips.

My eyes squeeze shut as pressure builds up in the pit of my stomach, seconds away from busting all over my bed sheets but I didn't care. All I cared about was Max's cock that was buried deep into my ass.

"F-Fuck!" I scream out as my orgasm takes over my body again, shaking against Max's hold.

He keeps me in place as my cock leaks out my cum, his cock railing me and never slowing down. My heart felt like it was about to explode but I still wanted more, I could never get enough.

"Ohhh that's it baby," he coos deeply as I ride out my orgasm on his length. "Take my fucking cock."

Tears stream from my eyes in utter bliss, my body glowing and shaking.

"Holy shit Oliver," Max whines out.

I could feel his cock grow inside of me, his grip tightening on my shoulder and my neck. "S-Shit," he cries out before dumping his load into my hole. He pants deeply, listening to him lose sense of himself was beautiful.

After a few moments he relaxes his grip on me and I fall down to the bed, Max's large cock falling out of my abused hole. All we could hear was our deep breathing, panting.

He gently grabs onto my hips and flips me over, our eyes finally meeting again. Lowering his head to my face, he grazes his lips over mine and I melt into his touch.

"I missed you too," I whisper against his lips.

Max smiles as he catches the back of my head with his hand, kissing me deeply as I clench my eyes shut and devour how perfect this moment is.

. . .

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Hello my loves. What did you think of this chapter??? (it was 4500 words, a long one. Pls don't forget to vote!!)

Max and Oliver smut is honestly my new fav, I loved it sooo much honestly I couldn't wait to write this chapter and especially in the present because their love for one another is so special to me

We can be angry at past Max for ignoring Oliver though, what a dick move

How is everyone? If you celebrate Christmas are you looking forward to it?

I'm too excited to have 10 days off work haha

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