Chapter 10 Oliver Bennett vs. Adrian Graham Unquenchable lust...panic!

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Oliver opened his eyes and looked at the time. It was a quarter past eleven p.m. He wondered who was calling at that time. Adrian usually called around two a.m. Oliver lowered the music playing, reached for the receiver on his bedside table, and mumbled a sleepy hello.

"Hey, sleepyhead," Adrian said softly.

"Adrian, what's wrong?" Oliver sat up in bed.

"Does something have to be wrong before I call my boyfriend?" Adrian drawled.

Oliver froze. Adrian had never referred to him as his boyfriend. "Really Adrian, are you okay?"

Adrian gave a deep sigh. "I honestly don't know." He groaned. "Donna...Donna..."

Oliver's heart pounded. "Tell me she's okay, Adrian." He said urgently. He was actually trembling.

"She's okay."

"Thank God." Oliver breathed, feeling so much relief that surprised him. "What..."

"She wants to meet you, Oliver." Came Adrian's quiet voice.

"What?" Oliver gasped.

"She wants to meet and talk to you."

"But how..."

"She knows me, Oliver. I forgot that very important fact. We are more attuned to each other than your usual couple. We're like twins. Since we were kids, I've never been able to keep anything away from her."

"So you told her about us." It wasn't a question.

"I didn't have to. She knew."

"She knew you were fucking a guy?"

Adrian chuckled at Oliver's choice of words. "Err...yes."

"How did she know?"

Adrian groaned as he rubbed the back of his neck. "She came right out and asked me who Oliver is, Olly."

"What?" Oliver screeched, making Adrian wince.

"Apparently, I've been mentioning your name in my sleep, and I look happy and have a bounce in my step...oh and I have some sort of energy around...do you really want me to go on?"

"No, I get it," Oliver said quietly. Adrian had obviously outed himself. "Was she angry?"

"What do you think? Anything but. Will you meet her, Olly? For me?"

"Oh God, meet her and say what Adrian? Oh hi, I'm the guy fucking your husband. I know you haven't had him in a while but trust me, he's a sex god. I'm so sorry you're sick and all but don't worry, I'm taking care of your husband's needs. How the fuck..."

"Calm down, Oliver," Adrian said quietly when he realized Oliver was getting hysterical. "She just wants to talk."

"How are you, even so, calm about this, Adrian? Ever heard of women intuition?" Oliver's voice had raised. "She thinks we're just fucking so she seems okay now. All she has to do is talk to me to know that I'm madly in love with her husband. And do you have any idea how she's going to react to that?" He was virtually screaming now. "How am I supposed to react? What am..."

But Adrian was no longer listening to Oliver. He didn't even notice exactly how and when his legs had carried him out of his study and into his foyer. All he could think about was wrapping his arms around Oliver. He went to the garage and grabbed the key to his black Mercedes Benz E-Class, got into the car, and tore out of the garage at break-neck speed. He called one of the nurses from his car phone and asked her to keep an eye on Donna as he was going out for a while. It was only when he parked in front of Oliver's condo that Adrian realized that not only had he forgotten to take his key to Oliver's condo, but he was also barefoot. But he didn't give a rat's arse about his state of undress. As for his keys, Oliver had to let him through.

When Oliver heard the doorbell, he just knew who it was. When the phone had gone dead in his hand, he quickly remembered what he'd screamed at Adrian on the phone and cursed. How could he have blurted that out to Adrian? The man already had a load heavier than Mount Everest on his shoulder. Now his thoughtless declaration was only going to add to his load. He wouldn't be surprised if Adrian was going out of his mind with anger at that very moment. It was only to be expected. How could he have been so stupid?

With heart-pounding and face filled with trepidation, Oliver unlocked his door. The first thing he noticed was Adrian's bare feet. "I'm sorry..." Oliver whispered shakily. "In as much as I can't help how I feel, I didn't mean to blurt..."

"Shut up," Adrian said huskily as he gathered Oliver into his arms.

They stood there for a long moment, with Oliver trembling within Adrian's arms and Adrian just folding himself around Oliver like a cocoon. It was almost as if he wanted to shield him from everything. After what felt like hours, Adrian walked Oliver inside and closed the door behind them. Then he picked Oliver up as though he weighed nothing and entered the bedroom. He gently laid Oliver on the bed, climbed in, and pulled Oliver's head onto his shoulder. And with his arms tightly around Oliver, they lay there in comfortable silence, listening to each other's breathing and the soothing sound of Emeli Sande, belting out 'Clown'. And as the lyrics of the song washed over Oliver, he just knew that he was too far gone not to play ball.

Oliver couldn't help but feel like he was being called to face the judge, jury, and executioner. And from where he stood, it definitely wasn't a small feat. He felt so helpless he didn't know what to think. He was the one in the wrong as far as he was concerned. And it looked like he had to answer for what he'd done. And just like the singer, he'd definitely be less anxious and scared if it was his decision to make rather than it being a summons that he couldn't ignore.

Adrian could feel Oliver trembling against him, knew exactly how he was feeling, and wanted so badly to tell him that he loved him too. But it just didn't feel right. Somehow, declaring his love to another person whilst he had a wife didn't feel like the right thing to do. But he hoped Oliver could feel what he couldn't say with his mouth. Surely his actions spoke for him. They lay entwined on the bed for a while till Oliver broke the silence.

"I'll meet her if you really want me to." He said in a small voice.

"I'd love for you to." Adrian said softly. "She won't bite." There was a smile in his voice which Oliver didn't miss.

Oliver chuckled. "If she does, I'll come right back to you and bite. And I sure as fuck won't care where my teeth would land."

Laughter rumbled within Adrian's chest. "I have a few preferences. You know them. Just try and keep those in mind will you?"

"Like here?" Oliver murmured and lightly bit Adrian's nipple through his t-shirt.

"Oh fuck." Adrian's arm tightened around Oliver in reaction. "You better stop that or else I won't be responsible for my actio...oh shit..." Oliver was chewing on that taut peak through the t-shirt.

Oliver pushed Adrian onto his back and rolled on top of him to straddle him. Then he pushed up his t-shirt and attacked in earnest, taking hold of that same nipple between his teeth and pulling on it. Adrian was going out of his mind with pleasure. He was rock hard, tenting his sweatpants. Speech wasn't necessary. Oliver flexed his butt over Adrian's savagely hard, sweats-covered cock in a fucking motion, loving the erotic sounds that were coming out of Adrian's throat.

Oliver desperately wanted to forget, if even for a moment, the dread that Adrian's news had brought into his heart. He wanted to lose himself in sex. With a frantic growl, he moved down, pulling down Adrian's sweats as he went. He didn't bother completely taking it off. He swallowed that throbbing cock to the hilt.