Jacob let his pen roll across his desk without stopping it. He didn't care enough to grab it. He was bored beyond words as he waited for the day to attempt to entertain him. The small ballpoint making its short lived escape was the most action he had experienced all morning. Mentally drifting to other activities that he could be engaged in a soft smile crossed his handsome face.

He looked at the stack of files on his desk and looked just as quickly away. He had no desire to get started on them. He would rather throw them out the window than open a single folder. The pain of boredom was overwhelming him.

"Why did I want this job again?" he asked himself.

Staring at the ceiling, Jacob stone wondered what the answer to that question was. He was in his mid 40's, handsome, successful and well-liked. He had spent so many years preparing himself for public office. He had maintained the perfect, country club image with his naturally grey hair, crystal blue eyes, tan skin, dazzling white smile and swimmer's physique. Hell, even his opponents begrudgingly admitted he had charm. Having graduated from both Yale and Harvard law school, his intelligence was rarely in question. And then of course, there was Victoria.

Grimacing, he turned over a page in the monstrous tax report with a slash of anger. How could he forget about Victoria- his dear old bitch of a wife. Oh sure, she was beautiful, built like Marilyn Monroe and every bit the spitting image of her with a grace and elegance only those born rich could achieve. To the outside world, he was one lucky son of a bitch. But to those who knew her best, she was a diva, a spoiled brat and the truth of the matter, was that he had never really loved her. Hell, they had never really loved each other! But he was mayor now, running for governor and he needed the perfect image, his happiness be damned.

Leaning back in his chair, Jacob dropped the paper on the desk, sighing as he rubbed his eyes. Everything had been planned out for so long, that he couldn't fathom giving up this close. He'd won his first race without breaking a sweat, the bank or his body- and he loved that. He loved winning. He was a winner in all things and he loved to be on top. Well…in some experiences at least.

Jacob thought that running for governor would be the same. A little bit of schmoozing, a few white lies, couple of photo-ops and bam, he gets a new title on his door. Instead, this race and his position as mayor had him actually working. The thought made his lip curl. It had consumed his life. He had to contend with campaigning on top of all the damned files that never seemed to shrink in number. Part of him wondered if he was simply taking on too much. But then again, maybe he was just too prone to distraction as of late.

He felt himself growing hard as the memories of the yesterday's extracurricular activities warmed his senses. Biting his lip, he tried to fight the rising flush of heat skidding across his body. Despite his efforts, the urge seemed to be growing at an alarming pace. He forced himself to think of anything, hell even anyone to bring him back to work-mode. Victoria. Instantly his dick got limp. Yep, that was it. Just more thoughts about that annoying wife of his ought to do it. It was too early in the morning for that sort of indulgence.

Leaning back into his desk, he focused on the top piece of paper on the gigantic stack in front of him. He could feel his brain throb against his temples as he tried to focus on the sea of almost nonsensical numbers. He had truly learned to hate tax reports during his time in public office. He knew it was a part of the job, and something that he couldn't avoid, but it didn't mean he couldn't loathed it. A soft knock on the other side of the door barely broke his concentration as he tackled the army of numbers.

"Come in," he mumbled, deeply lost in thought. The job was getting to him. Running for office while trying to keep his mayorship was a huge mistake he morosely thought. The pay was horrible, the hours worse, but the prestige and the station would make it worth it. At least that's what he kept telling himself. And there were the fringe benefits to consider.

He could smell Nicolò as the scent of his cologne teased his nostrils and his cock. He barely looked up in time to see the latest edition of today's newspaper fall to his desk in front of him.

"Enjoy," Nicolò said. His voice hinted at sarcasm, but Jacob groaned. Anytime the media was involved it never looked good for him.

Bracing himself, he glanced on the cover and guffawed. It took everything for him to bite back the string of curses that fought to escape his lips.

"Damn that son of a bitch," he snarled, a grimace of anger forming on his face.

Andrew Blake had it out for him. Since the beginning of his campaign, every minute detail of his life that could be misconstrued had been splashed across the front of that rag of a newspaper called "Daily Politics". It was like the man had a secret vendetta against him.

Today's issue was no different than expected. Jacob was there, of course with his face blurred. The focus was as bad as could be imagined, but it was still obviously him. Next to him was Jessica, his secretary. The girl had always been there for him, keeping his secrets and grabbing coffee. What more could a man ask for? It was bad enough that she was forced to deal with private damage control as an assistant. However, Blake was intent on destroying Jacob, regardless of who got in the crossfire.

"Oh fuck, fuck…" Oliver gasped as he felt fingers wrap around his cock, jerking him with sure strokes. "Adrian…" He breathed, opening beautiful green eyes which were glazed with lust to gaze up into the intense amber eyes above him.

"Let go, baby." Adrian whispered as he rocked his lower body, plunging into Oliver faster, deeper and harder, his thrusts growing more frantic. His compelling eyes, which were dilated from breath-stealing bliss, never left Oliver's lust-filled eyes even once. "Come for me."

Raw whimpers spilled from Oliver as his entire body locked into that moment of exquisite tautness that came before release. Their eyes remained locked together. And then Oliver felt it…a warm tightening inside his chest, a feeling so overwhelmingly intense it rendered him breathless. And at that very moment…that split second just before he fell off the edge, Oliver Bennett knew he'd lost his heart to Adrian Graham. Shit!

Ropes of thick cum exploded from Oliver's cock onto his belly in long hard spurts, some going above his head to splash against the headboard. His mouth opened in a silent scream as his body convulsed violently on the bed. He'd never come so hard…ever.

"Oh my God." Oliver gasped as he tried to take deep breaths. His cock was still spurting onto his stomach. "God…" He felt so overwhelmed with emotions it felt as though his chest might explode along with his cock.

And looking down at the man lost in so much pleasure, Adrian was awed. Goddamnit, Oliver was something to behold when he came. He wished he could hold off his own impending orgasm and keep his cock within the nerve-rich tissue of Oliver's channel for a while longer. But he didn't stand a chance against those mind-blowingly sweet contractions around his cock. He felt his orgasm start in his lower back, race up and then down his spine, slam into his balls, and then explode through his cock.

"Fuck." Adrian roared as he gave in to his own urgent release, filling the condom with his hot cum. When the last spasm faded, Adrian collapsed partially onto Oliver. "Gonna fucking kill me Olly." He murmured breathlessly. He was feeling satiated and utterly boneless. When Oliver didn't respond with his usual flippant comeback, Adrian leaned up on his hand and looked down at Oliver's flushed face. His eyes were closed. "Hey, you okay?" Adrian whispered.

Oliver nodded and then opened his eyes. "I'm fine."

Adrian stared down into beautiful green eyes. Those eyes never ceased to amaze him. They were eyes which pulled a person into them. And that was exactly what it had done the first day he'd laid eyes on Oliver. Oliver hated it when he was called beautiful but…those eyes, that face, his sexy model-like body, and even his sandy blonde hair with its casual messy haircut, made the man simply beautiful. And as if that wasn't enough, those dimples just made Oliver so fucking adorable. Adrian tenderly brushed away the wet lock of hair that had fallen over Oliver's eyes and closed the gap between them to touch his mouth to Oliver's. Then he gave him a kiss so sweet a shiver passed through both of them. When he released Oliver's lips, Adrian ran his thumb slowly against his lower lip, almost as if he was trying to lock them into memory.

Adrian gently pulled out of Oliver, shifted onto his back and got rid of the condom. He then reached for the hand towel on the bedside table and tenderly wiped the cum off Oliver, himself and the headboard. When he was done he flopped onto his back beside Oliver and flung his arm across his eyes, trying very hard not to feel guilty. Both men lay there in silence, each lost in thought till Adrian's cell phone started ringing. He didn't need to pick up to know who was calling. He sat up on the bed and picked it up.

"Hey." He said softly but the surprise in his voice couldn't be masked. After listening for a while, smiling the whole time, he stood up. "I'll be there soon." He slowly placed the phone on the bedside table and then turned to look down at the gorgeous man on the bed. "I have to go."

Oliver nodded but didn't move. He watched as Adrian walked towards the en-suite bathroom, admiring his gloriously tight body. The man's muscles were hard, well defined, boldly masculine and undeniably virile. Adrian Graham was sexy as fuck. With a sigh, Oliver rolled out of bed and reached for his sweatpants and t-shirt. After pulling them on, he headed for the bathroom, knowing instinctively that Adrian needed him.

In the bathroom, Adrian threw the hand towel into the laundry basket, washed his cock and then just stood there staring at this face in the mirror. What the fuck had he gotten himself into, he asked himself for the umpteenth time. His heart was pounding so hard he was scared he might be coming down with something. Why should it be so difficult to pursue some happiness? He deserved it like any other human being, didn't he? Adrian saw Oliver enter the bathroom and dropped his head to stare down at his hands. He'd gripped the basin so tightly his knuckles had gone white. When he felt Oliver's hands wrap around him from behind, he let out a deep breath and leaned against him. He needed him so bad. They hadn't been together for long but Oliver kept him sane. He kept him grounded. He'd become his rock. Oliver had filled a hole inside him that Adrian hadn't even known was there.

"It shall be well." Oliver said softly, sensing the struggle going on within the man he'd just realized he loved with all his heart. He felt him trembling and wished he could take his pain. But Oliver had his own pain to deal with too. He wanted Adrian for himself…just for himself. But that was not possible so he had his own burden. He rested his head on Adrian's back and held him till his trembling subsided.

Oliver unwound his arms from around Adrian and pulled a towel from the drawer. Then he turned Adrian to face him and proceeded to wipe the water from this crotch. Then leaving the towel on the marble counter, he took Adrian's hand and drew him back into the bedroom. Oliver sat on the bed and watched as Adrian pulled on his clothes. And as he watched him, Oliver had to suppress the moan that threatened to burst from his throat. Dr. Adrian Graham was not only compellingly gorgeous, he was also sexy as sin.

Adrian was absolutely, completely, totally male and utterly yummy. From his beautiful silky black hair, his strong handsome face, the broad expanse of his shoulders, muscled chest, flat firm stomach, his strong firm muscled thighs, flanking that startlingly massive cock, his long masculine legs dusted with dark hair, right down to his toes…he was a work of art. And Oliver had never seen a man look sexier in a suit. Adrian was one sexy hunk. Oliver's eyes lifted up to meet Adrian's amused ones when he heard him clearing his throat loudly.

"Done looking? 'Cause I want to sit and wear my shoes." Adrian drawled, a smoldering look in his eyes." At Oliver's embarrassed groan Adrian laughed. "You know if you continue to look at me like that it's going to create problems don't you?"

"Fuck you Adrian." Oliver muttered, looking away from Adrian's mockingly handsome face. He still watched as he pulled on his shoes.

Oliver never got tired of watching that hot specimen of male body. And as if Adrian's good looks was not enough, he was a brilliant doctor who had accomplished so much for himself he was respected and admired by everyone who knew him. It was not surprising his hospital was one of the most patronized private hospitals in the country despite how expensive it was. Oliver felt he was lucky to even hold the man's attention for five minutes. Although they always made sure not to draw attention to the fact that they were together, Oliver lived for the moments he got to spend with Adrian. Who wouldn't? The man was an amazing person…both in and out of bed. Oh he had it real bad, Oliver thought chuckling and drawing Adrian's attention to him.

The corners of Adrian's mouth lifted slightly in a smile as he stared at Oliver. "Do I want to know?" He asked in that sexy voice that never ceased to melt Oliver.

"No." Oliver said drawing a chuckle from Adrian.

Adrian picked up his car keys and cell phone and went to pull Oliver off the bed and into his arms. "Fuck, I'm missing you already." He groaned. "Till tomorrow." He said, still not letting go of Oliver.

Oliver nodded, knowing very well that Adrian was not going to wait till the following day to get in touch. He would find a reason to call or text him during the night. Oliver never complained. He looked forward to those moments. It felt good to know Adrian was thinking about him even when he was with…her. Oliver sighed.

"See you tomorrow." Oliver said, rising onto his toes to kiss Adrian softly on the mouth. "Drive safe." He said quietly as he sat back on the bed.

Oliver watched the sadness on Adrian's face as he nodded and headed out the door. When he heard the front door close, he buried his face in a pillow and let out a scream. Oliver Bennett never pictured his life like that…being a side chic…twink…man….whatever. He never dreamt he would be a home wrecker. Jason, his best friend had warned him never to call himself a home wrecker but that was what he was. Adrian was a married man for fuck's sake. What they were doing was wrong. But he couldn't bring himself to call it quits no matter how hard he tried. Oliver had always been a just person…well till he laid eyes on the sexy doctor for the very first time. It had felt like he'd been hit by a thousand volts of electric energy. Oliver remembered that day as if it was just the day before…

***

It hadn't been love at first sight. More like lust. Oliver had literally gasped for breath when he first laid eyes on Adrian. The man was breathtakingly gorgeous. He looked to be in his early-thirties. He was about six' two, had jet black hair cropped low and the most intense eyes Oliver had ever seen. Even as he fought for breath like a fish out of water, he couldn't tear his eyes off Adrian Graham. Of course he automatically reached for his ventolin inhaler and pretended to take a hit so that the people around wouldn't know the truth behind his gasp. Oliver groaned when he realized that his pathetic action had rather attracted Adrian's undivided attention. That was obviously the doctor in him.

"Better?" Adrian came closer to him and asked in that sexy voice of his, his eye full of concern and yet so soft. And in that very moment, Oliver had been a goner.

"I'm fine, thanks." Oliver had responded breathlessly, fighting the urge to shake off the gentle hand on his elbow that was causing his insides to go all fluttery. It didn't help matters when Adrian pulled out a chair for him and sat beside him. Oliver had to suppress a groan.

They were in the conference room of Adonna Hospital, which was adjudged one of the twenty most luxurious and expensive hospitals in the US. It was a private facility offering top-notch medical and surgical services. One would definitely feel as though they'd checked into a five-star luxury hotel the moment they entered Adonna Hospital. Patients who could afford were accommodated in deluxe suites with huge bathrooms, large LED flat screens, in-room minibar, massage, personal stylist and even a celebratory cocktail party for ten people. Even single rooms came with their own LCD flat screens, telephone, internet connection and private nurse services. Adonna Hospital was guaranteed to make anyone's stay feel like a pampering medical holiday, with world-class amenities. It was no wonder the hospital grossed an average of one million dollars a year, from renting out its deluxe hospital rooms. And it was owned by Dr. Adrian Graham, who Oliver was there to have a meeting with. Infolink, one of the best ICT firms in the country, had been contracted by Adonna Hospital to completely change the hospital's ICT infrastructure and replace with new software for their operations.

Oliver and his colleague and best friend, Jasper, both senior managers at Infolink, had been assigned to handle the contract. Jasper, who had been the one dealing directly with Adrian since inception of their contract, had a family emergency so Oliver had to quickly step in for their final meeting. Emergency or no emergency, they had to meet the deadline. Their meeting that day was to go over the framework for the final time and get Adrian to sign off, before Oliver and his team started the work the next day. They also needed to tell Adrian exactly what they needed to enable them do their work thoroughly. For instance in order to successfully install the latest high-tech equipment, they needed the maximum corporation of the staff. Oliver also wanted to introduce himself to Adrian before he showed up to start work the following day. After all, he was a very big and important client. What Oliver hadn't anticipated was meeting a man who would turn his insides to mush with just a glance.

Oliver was gay. He'd known he was since he was fourteen. He'd been the typical nerd but fortunately for him, he'd never been bullied in school because of his looks. His beautiful face, coupled with his tall, slender and graceful body, made him look so adorable the kids just loved him. Even the jocks and bullies in school were so impressed with his brilliance and sweet gentle nature that they never bothered Oliver Bennett. To top it off, he'd been an only child so had been dotted on by his parents. He'd gotten a full scholarship to MIT and had graduated top of his class. His job was waiting for him even before he'd completed school. Oliver had been hired by the biggest ICT company in the country and had made the firm even more rich with his smartness and innovation. At the age of twenty-eight, Oliver had more money than most people his age.

Due to the nature of his work, his love life had virtually been nonexistent. Yes, he'd been with men before. But he could count the number of men he'd been with on one hand. And that was not because men didn't find him attractive. He was a handsome man…one who radiated a vulnerable sensuality to which men…and women alike responded helplessly. Oliver just didn't have time. Jasper had gotten married right after school and already had a kid so Oliver made sure he stepped in for him whenever necessary, to enable his friend have some time for his family. Oliver didn't have any problem with doing more than his share…he loved his job. Till he saw Adrian for the first time, he hadn't been with anyone in almost seven months. 'There are more important things' was what he always said whenever Jasper or his mother told him to take his love life seriously. After all, he was only twenty-eight. And for a man, life was supposed to begin at forty…right?

So his reaction to Adrian Graham had shocked Oliver like nothing ever had. But for his brilliance at what he did, that meeting would have been a disaster. Eventually, they'd agreed on the parameters and work had started the following day. Oliver's team had been all over the hospital, installing what they had to. Oliver himself had been given an office in the hospital where he was to work from. Apart from the fact that he needed peace to concentrate on the part he was working on…which was the main server, he was bent on completing before time.

The first time Adrian came to Oliver's office to ask him how the work was progressing, Oliver had stared at him for a moment without answering. His belly tightened and his hole twitched as he stared, unable to tear his gaze away from the hot male standing at the door. Was it even legal for a man to be that mouthwateringly sexy? The man exuded a powerful sexual magnetism that made Oliver's insides quiver with lust.

"Oliver?" Adrian prompted with an amused smile.

"Oh…yes. Yes, everything is on course." Oliver almost groaned when he felt the heat traveling up his neck and onto his face. Shit! Adrian remained at where he stood, his eyes sweeping the room. "Was there something you wanted?" Oliver croaked, looking down at his laptop.

"Nope. Just checking up on you." Adrian responded, leaving the doorway and moving into the office till he got to where Oliver sat.

When he stretched his neck to look on the screen Oliver was staring at, Oliver almost groaned at the instant need that slammed into him. Adrian smelt divine. Oliver knew he had to get the man away from him before he disgraced himself when his breathing began to speedup. With a choked sound he sat back in his seat and looked up at Adrian.

"Don't you have lives to save or something?" He asked sharply and then almost bit off his tongue at his tone. Damn, he sounded rude. He hadn't meant to though.

With a chuckle, Adrian raised his hands with both palms out in a gesture of peace. "Sorry if I'm being nosy." He said. "I just find it fascinating that you can even understand what you're looking at that's all. Didn't mean any harm. I'll get out of your hair." And with that Adrian had stepped out of Oliver's office.

Oliver had groaned, running his fingers through his blonde hair in frustration. What the fuck had he done? Adrian was for the duration of the project, his employer for fuck's sake. Talking to him like that had been totally out of line. Shit! But he'd panicked. Just seeing that face had been enough to give him a delicious thrill within…and it had scared him. And as if that wasn't inappropriate enough, he'd wanted to do more than just look at the man. He'd wanted those sexy lips on his, those hands on him, that body rubbing against his, that cock which he just knew would be big and beautiful, fucking deep into him till…

"Fuck…" Oliver swore darkly, getting to his feet. He was so hard his cock could have drilled holes in hard concrete with cheeky ease. Shit. Shit. Shit.

He needed to get laid, he told himself. He needed to feel a big hard cock plowing deeply into him. As a total bottom, simply jacking off was not satisfying enough. It had been too long. Why else would he lust after a married man? Yes he'd seen the wedding band on Adrian's finger that day in the conference room and had felt so guilty for lusting after a married man. Oliver had always thought it was the most stupid thing to lust after a straight guy. He'd vowed never to ever make that mistake. So why the fuck was he still lusting after the man even though it was obvious he was very married and very straight? He'd overheard him telling someone just a day earlier that his wife and kids were doing great. So Adrian was obviously very straight. Oliver looked down at his tented cargo pants and went back to his seat, taking deep breaths to bring his body under control. Thanks to his current contract, he didn't have the time to go get laid. He didn't have any choice but to hold in his lust till Adrian's job was done. He prayed the man stayed out of his way till he was done and out of there.

But unfortunately for Oliver, his prayer didn't work as Adrian made it a habit of popping into his office every day to ask how the project was going. Adrian however made sure never to attempt to look at whatever Oliver was doing on his laptop again, obviously assuming that had rubbed Oliver the wrong way on his first visit. Despite himself, Oliver began looking forward to those short visits. He began to talk to Adrian more, explaining exactly what he was doing. They soon became completely at ease in each other's company and began to talk about other things besides their mutual interest…which was the job Oliver was doing.

Oliver realized Adrian was a very lovely person. Despite the fact that he sometimes had a faraway look in his eyes…almost as if he was sad, he was great company. The first time Adrian had brought a Chinese takeout for them to eat after work, Oliver had been surprised but very grateful. He hadn't eaten anything since morning. He'd gotten to a crucial point in his build-up and had been so engrossed he'd totally forgotten he hadn't eaten. They'd shared the food in his office whilst talking sports. They both loved soccer. After the meal, Adrian packed the boxes and headed home, leaving Oliver to get back to his work.

After four weeks, Oliver's job was almost done. He was left with two major installations to be done with the whole setup. That was supposed to take another two weeks. One installation was to be done in Adrian's office. Adrian's office, which was different from his consulting room, was huge, elegant and cozy. Adrian explained that he spent a lot of time in there so he wanted the place to be as comfortable as possible. To get to Adrian's office, or his inner sanctuary as he jokingly called it, one had to go through the secretary's office, then his consulting room, with all its gadgets, and then finally that luxurious space he called an office. Oliver called it a Flat. There was an en-suite bathroom and a bedroom. The office itself was part office part living room. One could be there and not know there was a war going on outside. It was that cozy.

Oliver was waiting in the nurse's office when Adrian got to the office that morning. "It's about time." He muttered, making Adrian burst into laughter.

"Sorry about that." Adrian said, entering his consulting room. "Come on in. My little girl insisted I take her to school this morning." Adrian opened the door to his office. "So…it's all yours. Eaten this morning?"

"No, I'm good." Oliver said, dropping his bag on Adrian's desk.

"Hey, I wouldn't want you dying of hunger in here." Adrian muttered.

"Food distracts me." Oliver laughed.

"Dude, you need to put more flesh on that body of yours." Adrian retorted, drawing a soft laughter from Oliver.

"Really?"

"No, it's perfect." Adrian responded without thinking. At least Oliver didn't think he had. Neither did he notice the shocking look Oliver threw his way. "Should I turn on the TV?"

Oliver swallowed hard. "No. I'd rather not. I can see a PS4 down there. I wouldn't want to get tempted and forget about your work."

Adrian laughed. "I have Fifa '16 right there." He pointed to the CD lying on top of the PlayStation. "No one would hear you if you decide to play. The room is soundproof." Adrian said, looking intently at Oliver. "Let's make a deal. Dinner later this evening in here, and then we go head to head after."

"Adrian…"

"Scared I'll kick your arse?" He smirked. "Don't be a killjoy. It's Friday. Tomorrow is not a working day."

"It is for me Adrian. I work on Saturdays."

"Ow come on, Oliver. This time it will be Italian. If you don't accept the deal, I'll insist you eat before you start work."

"Alright, alright." Oliver laughed. "Now get out of here so I can work in peace."

And that evening, they sat on the plush rug in front of the couch and ate their yummy Italian meal with a bottle of red wine which was finished by the time they were done. Afterwards, still on the floor, they played a game of soccer on the play station, with Adrian playing for Arsenal and Oliver playing for Liverpool. They screamed like little boys whilst playing, trying to score each other. After three games, Adrian conceded defeat and collapsed against the coach laughing.

"Yayyy." Oliver shouted, throwing his arms in the air. "Where's my champagne?"

"Coming right up." Adrian laughed, getting to his feet and heading for the bar.

Adrian came back with a bottle of Moet, which he popped open and poured into their empty wine glasses. They sat beside each other on the rug, with their backs comfortably against the couch and downed the bottle of champagne whilst talking about everything and nothing.

"What do you do for fun?" Adrian murmured at a point, his head on the couch and turned towards Oliver.

"Fun?" Oliver, who like Adrian had his head on the couch, turned his head to face Adrian. Fuck, he didn't know they were that close. He looked into Adrian's eyes and felt a shiver of pure excitement snake down his spine. He gave a shaky laugh. "Dude, I'm a nerd. I have fun all the time staring at my computer." He told himself to look away from Adrian's eyes but he couldn't for the life of him obey his brain.

"That's no fun." Adrian whispered, his eyes on Oliver. "You have to try other things."

"Like…" Oliver breathed, licking suddenly dry lips. He heard a tortured sound rumble out of Adrian's chest and watched as his captivating eyes dropped from his eyes to his mouth.

Oliver suppressed a gasp when he saw Adrian's eyes, filled with sudden lust, follow his tongue till it disappeared back into his mouth. That was hands down the most erotic look anyone had ever given him, Oliver thought, totally floored. God, he wanted Adrian to kiss him so bad.

"I don't know." Adrian's breath was coming out harshly. "You're young. You could go clubbing."

"How old are you?" Oliver turned his body to the side so that he was fully facing Adrian, the action bringing their faces so close they could feel each other's breath on their faces.

"Thirty-Seven." Adrian responded, also turning his body to face Oliver so that the side of his knee rested on the side of Oliver's. Their lips were virtually touching.

"You're so fucking sexy." Oliver breathed without thinking, his lips brushing against Adrian's. The hunger surging through him at that moment was too intense for comfort. He tried to suppress it but it just wasn't working. Oliver scolded himself inwardly for his lack of control but even that couldn't help snap him out of the lustful haze he was under.

"You think?" Adrian whispered, his eyes fluttering shut. "You're the most gorgeous man I've ever met." His tongue came out to slowly and sensually lick at one corner of Oliver's mouth.

Oliver moaned as an intense shiver passed through him. "Adrian…" He whimpered brokenly as he opened his mouth and captured Adrian's wet tongue. Then he began to suck on it.

A ferocious growl of lust tore out of Adrian's throat as he allowed Oliver to blow his mind with that erotic sucking. When he was eventually released, he sucked Oliver's lower lip into his mouth and bit it lightly.

"Oliver?" Adrian breathed against Oliver's lips. "What are we doing?"

"I don't know and I don't care." Oliver was going out of his mind with want. He was so hard he was about to blow. "I want you," he whispered shakily, not caring that the man was straight and married. He just wanted him.

"Oh God, Oliver…" Then with a sound that was a cross between a sob and a moan, Adrian fully claimed Oliver's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

Adrian took complete control, his mouth gentle and yet desperate…soft and yet strong against Oliver's, applying just the right amount of pressure and suction that took Oliver's breath away. His hungry tongue caressed the insides of Oliver's mouth, trying to taste every corner of his mouth. Damn, the man could kiss, Oliver couldn't help but think. Adrian was driving him mad with desire. Oliver moaned into the kiss as he shuddered with complete surrender, melting against Adrian. When Adrian eventually released his lips, Oliver felt as though he would go insane if Arian didn't take him right there, right then.

"Adrian please…" He whimpered desperately, his body tense with arousal. He'd never been so desperate for sex as he was at that moment.

Neither knew who started stripping the other first. But in no time at all, they were both gloriously naked, their pulsing cocks rubbing against each other's. And Oliver was not surprised at all when his suspicions were confirmed…Adrian was huge. Desperate to reach that pinnacle of pleasure, they didn't have time to admire and worship each other's bodies as they would have wanted. They had just one goal in mind…to seek relief.

"Fuck, I don't have condom and lube." Adrian groaned. "I have to go get…."

"I have a condom in my wallet." Oliver breathed shakily, reaching for his pants. "It's been here for a while but I'm sure it can still do the job." He rasped, handing it over to Adrian who smiled when he noticed it was magnum. "It's lubricated so you don't need lube." He said almost desperately as he watched Adrian roll the condom over his huge long cock. Fuck, the guy needed an extra, extra large, Oliver thought as he lustfully licked his lips. Magnum just didn't cut it. He would have loved to take that beautiful big cock into his mouth but at that particular moment, Oliver felt his arse needed it more. "Hurry…" He whimpered. He was getting desperate.

Adrian leaned over Oliver, his eyes glazed from intense lust. He rubbed the head of his cock against Oliver's puckered hole. "I don't want to hurt you, Oliver. I need to use something slick. I have to…" He trailed off as his head turned towards the paper bag that still held the Italian bread and butter which had been part of their meal. They hadn't touched it.

Adrian reached for the bag which was lying on the center table and took out the small plastic box of butter. Opening it, he scooped out a generous amount and proceeded to slick himself, kissing Oliver the whole time. He didn't remember wanting anyone more. And when Adrian's slick finger penetrated Oliver's hungry hole, Oliver had almost gone insane with need. It felt so good he'd groaned, grunted and whimpered for the fuck.

"Oh God, that feels so good." Oliver tore his mouth away to moan helplessly when two thick fingers entered him. He started to buck against the delicious assault, fucking himself on those fingers until he thought he'd go crazy. "Adrian…" He gasped when Adrian's thick fingers brushed over his prostate. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body sweating as he shamelessly begged Adrian with his body to fuck him. "Please give me your cock, Adrian. I can't wait any longer."

And Adrian had given it to him…hard. He'd fucked him so good Oliver's entire body quivered with mind-blowing pleasure. He'd never felt more full or more dominated by another person. Oliver didn't remember ever enjoying a fuck as much as he'd done that day. When he'd seen the utter ecstasy on Adrian's face, Oliver had felt a jolt of pleasure so intense he'd clamped down on Adrian's plunging cock with his arse muscles, causing Adrian to throw his head back and roar with pleasure. Their climax, when it finally hit, had been so powerful they'd both cried out with rapturous gratification. Adrian Graham could fuck. Damn! It had been so good Oliver had been utterly boneless afterwards. He'd returned slowly to a sense of who he was, where he was, and who he was with, never having experienced anything so wild and wonderful in his life before. His body was still quivering from pleasurably aftershocks. Oliver would have requested for seconds but apart from the fact that they'd run out of condoms, he was too spent. His eyes actually widened when he saw the load of cum covering his flat tummy. Oliver didn't remember ever spurting that much cum. And neither of them had even touched his cock once. Oliver had never orgasmed that way before…just from having a cock inside him. Hell, he didn't even know that was possible.

"Fuck!" Oliver gasped when he finally caught his breath. "That was fucking amaz…"

"Shit." Adrian swore darkly and rolled off Oliver, dislodging his spent cock from his body in the process. He jumped to his feet whilst pulling off the condom. "You have to go." He threw over his shoulder as he turned towards the bathroom.

"What?" To say Oliver was shocked at Adrian's sudden aloofness would be an understatement. He wondered where the man who had so sweetly rocked his world just moments ago had disappeared to.

Adrian stopped at the bathroom door but didn't turn to face Oliver. "Please…I need to think. Just…go." With that he entered the bathroom and closed the door.

With his face suffused with embarrassed heat, Oliver dressed quickly and left Adrian's office for home though he hadn't planned on going home that evening. Fuck. That was what happened when you fucked the wrong person, Oliver thought, angry at himself as he drove his sleek black Jaguar out of the hospital. What the fuck had he been thinking? He couldn't see Adrian again. In fact he couldn't possibly go back to the hospital to work again. He dialed Jasper's number with shaky fingers but then cut the line before it even rang. Maggie, Jasper's wife was to undergo a C-section in two days. Jasper, who got scared at the mere mention of a dentist, was going out of his mind with worry. That definitely wasn't the time to tell his friend to take over as he was not in the right frame of mind. Damnit!

So Oliver had no choice but to go back to the hospital the following day. The nurse had opened the door to Adrian's office for him and told him Dr. Adrian wasn't going to come in that day because he had other engagements. Oliver knew better. For the next five days the same nurse had opened the door to Adrian's office whenever Oliver went to the hospital, and left him to do his work. There was no sign of Adrian. Around six p.m. on the sixth day, Oliver heard a tiny knock on Adrian's door and called for whoever it was to enter, without looking up. Adrian's cologne hit Oliver's senses before he even heard his footsteps. He froze.

Oliver's head shot up just as Adrian shut the door behind him. He didn't bother shutting down his laptop. He simply closed it and got to his feet. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you would be coming in." He said as he slipped the laptop into his backpack. "I'll just get…"

"Oliver, I'm sorry." Adrian said quietly. "I know I acted badly and I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

"You don't have to apologize." Oliver said as he packed his stuff. "I shouldn't have…done whatever I did to encourage what happened. I'm the one who's sorry. You're married and I should have known better."

"I'm the married one Oliver. I should have known better. This is not on you."

"Well, I'll just…" He slipped his backpack onto his back, picked up his phone and car keys and went to the door which was sorta being blocked by Adrian, who had a determined look on his face. It was obvious he wasn't going to allow Oliver to leave.

"Oliver…" Adrian couldn't hide the plea in his voice.

Oliver knew there was no way he could push Adrian aside to enable him pass. Not with his lean figure. He'd never been a big person. To get Adrian out of his way he had to act nonchalant.

"I'll be back tomorrow." Oliver said coolly, and then sighed when Adrian remained where he was. "You're blocking the way, please…"

"Oliver please…" Adrian wouldn't budge from the door. "Just hear me out."

"What the fuck do you want from me?" Oliver bellowed, his eyes blazing with anger.

To say Oliver was shocked at his own outburst would be an understatement. He realized only then just how angry he was at Adrian. And that fact alone pissed him off even more because he'd always been this sweet and gentle guy who never allowed himself to get upset by anything. Within the short time that he'd known Adrian, the man had managed to bring out the worst in him and Oliver didn't like it one bit. He'd treated him like some whore after their encounter. He may have acted wrongly by having sex with a married man but he sure as hell hadn't deserved that treatment.

"Please, please, please….I know you're angry but hear me out. Please." Adrian looked and sounded desperate. "If after my explanation you still want to leave, I won't stop you. Please Oliver." He whispered.

After glaring at Adrian for a while, Oliver took a step back from him and went to place his backpack back on the desk. Then he followed Adrian to the living area where they both sat on the coach and stared straight ahead for a while. Then Adrian took a deep breath and turned to face Oliver.

"My wife is Tetraplegic, sometimes called Quadriplegic." Adrian began quietly. "She's…"

"Listen, I'm not interested in some sob story about your wife." Oliver growled, getting to his feet. "Don't know what tetra-whatever is and frankly, don't care…"

"Oliver please…" Adrian's hand shot up to take hold of Oliver's wrist. "I just want you to understand why I reacted like that the other night. To do that, I need to tell you everything. Please Oliver. Listen to me. That's all I ask." Adrian looked so desperate and so vulnerable, Oliver just couldn't leave.

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With a frown on his face, Oliver sat back down and placed the ankle of one foot on the knee of the other. "Make it fast." He muttered.

"Thank you." Adrian said in a small voice. He didn't sound at all like the confident Adrian that Oliver respected and admired. Oliver suddenly felt sorry for him. Adrian cleared his throat and stared at a spot on the floor. "My wife has been paralyzed from the chest down for the past fifteen years. We grew up together, were even in pre-school together. We became high school sweethearts and got married right after she was done with collage. I was still in medical school. We were both twenty-two at the time and had so many plans for the future. She was so full of life." Adrian's voice cracked. He cleared his throat and went on. "But four months after our wedding, she developed a medical condition… She's been paralyzed ever since. I was completely shattered. I did everything I could to get her a cure. Studied so much just so I could help but…I couldn't find a cure. Thanks to a new treatment, she regained use of her left arm. I didn't stop. Donna insisted that life must go on so I should stop trying but I never did.

Unfortunately, no good came out of it…unless of course you count this…" he swung his arm in a wide arc, indicating the hospital, "…as an accomplishment. I worked so hard, researched so hard, made promises to God…I never rested. Not only was she my wife, she was my best friend. On our fifth wedding anniversary, she said she wanted to do something special for me. At her insistence, we had our son, Josh, via surrogate. He's almost ten now. Then on our tenth anniversary, again at her insistence we had Pearl. She said she saw how happy Josh made me and wanted me to have another child to dote on." Adrian shrugged and stared down at his fingers. "I love her. She's the only girl I've ever been with. I've never had sex with any other person. And I've never cheated on her…till now." He looked up at Oliver with suspiciously bright eyes. "I…When I realized what I'd done, I was distraught. I couldn't believe I'd actually done that to her. I wanted to tell her when I got home that night. God, I came so close. But I just couldn't." He went quiet for a moment. "But no matter how shitty I felt, the way I reacted wasn't fair to you and I'm very sorry about that Oliver. I'm so sorry."

Oliver stared at Adrian. First of all he couldn't believe he'd ever had sex with just one person his entire life. Then he couldn't help but wonder how Adrian had been able to rock his world like it had never been before, when he obviously didn't have enough experience. After all, from what he was saying, he hadn't even had sex in the past fifteen years. Oliver didn't know what to say. He felt sorry for Adrian but he also had questions.

"You…that night you…for someone who has been with just one woman and never been with a man you…" He groaned. "Dude, you can fuck!"

Adrian's eyes widened in surprise at Oliver's words. Those were definitely not the words he'd expected from the handsome computer geek. He burst into laughter despite himself. When Oliver joined in the laughter, Adrian relaxed into the couch.

"I'm a doctor Oliver. I know where and how to find the prostate." Adrian laughed.

"Great. Now I don't know whether to be happy I got fucked by someone who knew what he was doing, or feel violated…like I've been used in a medical experiment."

"I couldn't have asked for a better guinea pig." Adrian chuckled. "Not that you're a pig." He raised his hand in a sign of peace when he heard Oliver's mock growl.

"I'm sorry about your wife." Oliver said quietly, watching as Adrian nodded. "So… Donna huh?"

Adrian smiled. "Yeah. Adonna. Adrian and Donna. She's a really lovely person, Oliver." Adrian said quietly, looking down at his fingers.

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Oliver suppressed a groan. "I'm so sorry I did that to her."

"You didn't do anything to her, Olly. I did." Adrian shook his head. "For the past three months she's been very sick. She's not getting any better. It's not good Oliver. I've been so worried and stressed. You don't know but you've…you've in a way helped me de-stress, Oliver. When I'm with you, I'm able to forget about all my worries and just let go. I love hanging out with you and just having fun. I look forward to sitting with you every evening. I live for those moments. I'm sorry I've dragged you into this but…I don't know what I'll do if you cut me off. These past five days have been hell. Not seeing you, not talking to you…Oliver, you have no idea what I've been through. Yes I felt guilty for cheating on Donna so I wanted to punish myself by staying away from you but…I can't do that anymore." He breathed.

"How have you been able to survive all these years without…" Oliver knew it was the wrong thing to be dwelling on at that particular moment but he just couldn't get past that.

Adrian sighed. He knew what Oliver was asking. "I have these." He raised his hands. "Besides I work too hard I don't even get the time to think about that. Hell, I sometimes forget my cock can do other things besides peeing." Adrian chuckled. "She used to offer to help." Adrian gave a short humourless laugh. "Said she still had her mouth and hand. But I couldn't do that to her. I couldn't allow her to bring me pleasure when she couldn't get any. She encouraged me to take a mistress. I said I couldn't do it. She suggested prostitutes. I told her no. Then she broke down and begged for a divorce, saying she was holding me back. I've never loved her more than I did in that particular moment. She has a beautiful soul. No one understands me better than her. Seeing her waste away is killing me Oliver. I just can't think straight. What will the kids and I do if she leaves us? She's been a constant in our lives since we were all toddlers. I just don't know what to do." Adrian's breath caught on the last sentence.

Before Oliver knew what he was doing, he'd pulled Adrian's trembling body into a tight embrace, holding him as silent tears coursed down his cheeks. His heart ached for Adrian. No one should go through that. He was younger and smaller compared to Adrian but he suddenly had a strong urge to protect him. He wanted to protect him against the world…keep him safe from the harshness of the world.

After what felt like hours, Adrian moved out of Oliver's embrace, looking embarrassed. He noticed how soaked Oliver's shirt was with his tears and groaned. "Sorry for wetting your shirt." He croaked.

"Don't worry about it. Are you okay?"

"Much better. Thanks." Adrian stood up. "A moment please." He said as he headed towards the bathroom.

When he came back to his seat, they'd sat in silence for a moment, both lost in thought. Oliver couldn't help but feel shitty for allowing himself to be the one who made Adrian fall off the wagon. He would have felt better if he'd said his wife was a monster rather than the nice person she obviously was. After a while, he moved to the edge of his seat and turned his head to look at Adrian.

"Why me, Adrian? I mean you're not gay. And I can bet my last cent you don't go around fantasizing about guys. So why me?"

Adrian stared back at Oliver for a moment. He really didn't know how to answer that question. Oliver was right…he'd never been curious about any guy. Neither had he planned on sleeping with Oliver. He liked him, liked their talks, liked how he felt free around him. Adrian always kept to himself. He wasn't a happy person. No one in his shoes would be happy anyway. But he didn't even have time to talk to the few friends that he had. He couldn't stand the pity in their eyes so he kept to himself. The little fun he had was with his kids. And there was so much he could talk about with a kid. So when he started hanging out with Oliver who didn't know anything about his problems, it had been nice and refreshing. Oliver had managed to slide right past his defenses and unknowingly, made him come out of his shell. Maybe it was his sweet and adorable nature, but he just felt so free around Oliver. As for the sex, it had just happened. And it had been amazing. He'd regretted it after but he knew he'd do it again if given the chance.

"I really don't know Oliver." Adrian finally said quietly. "I can't stop thinking about you."

"That's sweet but…"

"It's not sweet." Adrian snapped. "It's a fucking problem. I can't sleep. If I do, I wake thinking about you. I'm talking to my kids, I'm thinking about you. I'm taking care of my wife, I'm fucking thinking about you." He gave a humourless laugh. "For the past weeks that we've been hanging out, I've come to like you very much. Too much. And it scares me." Adrian watched as Oliver nodded slowly.

"I like you too." Oliver said quietly. "I like everything about you. I like the way you look, the way you think, the way you talk…hell I don't even care what you're saying." He groaned. "I just like listening to you. If it makes you feel any better, I'm thinking about you all the time too."

"It doesn't make me feel any better, no." Adrian groaned. "Fuck. What we did felt perfect and right, and at the same time terribly wrong. It can't happen again, Oliver." He whispered the last sentence. "I would appreciate it if we could remain friends."

Oliver nodded slowly and then gave a deep sigh. "I have to go Adrian." He said quietly and almost smiled when Adrian rubbed the back of his neck in a sign of frustration. He was beginning to associate that gesture with Adrian. He thought it was adorable.

"God… Please don't go." Adrian's voice was barely above a whisper. "Stay. For a while at least. Please." He looked miserable.

"Listen Adrian." Oliver began. "I'm going to be very honest with you. I'm very attracted to you. From the very first day I saw you, I had the hots for you. I wanted to know what it felt like to be underneath you. I'm sorry, I know I'm a terrible person but…that's just how I felt. I don't know about you, but what happened here the other evening was absolutely amazing. There's no way I'm going to forget that or pretend it didn't happen or stop myself from wanting more. I thought I'd feel different about you after the way you reacted after blowing my mind but…I want you even more. And I don't think it's fair to Donna, me or even you. If I keep hanging around you, spending time with you, I can't promise to keep my hands to myself. I'm human. And you're the sexiest man I've even met. You can choose to grow a gut or stop showering or something but I don't think that will even work. I don't think I'll ever stop wanting you."

"What are you saying?" Adrian whispered.

"I guess what I'm saying is that I can't be your friend, Adrian. It's not a good idea for the two of us to be around each other because I can't promise what happened the other night is not going to happen again. We just can't be together, Adrian. You see…I love chocolates. But it's bad for me. So I try to stay away from it. I don't like seeing it at all…it's too tempting to resist. Sorry but…"

Adrian swallowed hard. He'd later told Oliver that under any other circumstances, his analogy of the chocolate would have been hilarious but at that very moment, he didn't find it funny at all. He felt wretched, distressed…totally desperate. The thought of not being able to talk to Oliver, not laughing with him, not eating with him…the mere thought of not being around Oliver was panicking.

"If I say I'm willing to be with you in that way, will it change your mind?" Adrian asked quietly, shocking Oliver.

Oliver froze. He hadn't been expecting that question. He stared at Adrian, his heart pounding so hard within his chest. Christ, what was the man doing to him? Surely he couldn't be a home wrecker…do that to that poor woman. Besides, he'd promised himself never to get involved with a straight man. Such relationships brought nothing but heartbreak. Why the fuck was he even hesitating in giving his answer? Of course there was no way he could ever agree to be with Adrian under the current circumstances. Oliver took a deep breath.

"Yes." He whispered, saying a quick prayer of forgiveness in his mind. He was definitely going to burn in hell for this. "It will."

Adrian stood up and held out a hand to Oliver, who took the hand and got to his feet. Then Adrian took Oliver into the bedroom and made mad sweet love to him.

And they'd been fucking ever since.

***

Oliver was lost in thought as he toweled his hair after his shower. He still felt shaken inside after that mind-boggling realization that evening. He was in love with Adrian. Oliver pulled on boxer briefs and a t-shirt and climbed into bed. His worst nightmare had materialized. He was totally and irrevocably in love with a straight married man. How stupid could he be? Oliver pulled the covers over him and switched off the light. He stared into the darkness, wide awake. They'd been together for three months and had grown to care so much for each other. Somehow they just couldn't function well without each other. Adrian spent a lot of time with his kids but whenever they were away visiting his mum or Donna's parents, Adrian spent all his free time with him. Of course it only became free time after Adrian had seen to Donna who according to him had taken a turn for the worse.

Oliver sometimes felt so much guilt inside. It felt as though he and Adrian were enjoying each other whilst Donna was fighting for her life. But how could something wrong feel so right? To make matters worse, he wanted Adrian to himself. He was only human. For now, he remained Adrian's dirty secret. But for how long would he be okay with that? The only way he could freely have Adrian to himself was if Donna was out of the picture. And that killed Oliver even more because it was almost as if he was waiting for Adrian's wife to die in order to get what he wanted. Sometimes it made him physically sick to think about the fact that indirectly, he was a very bad person. It got so bad at times that he contemplated breaking things off with Adrian. But Oliver knew that with the way he felt about Adrian, there was no way he could ever break things off with him. He was too far gone in what they had, and so damn hot for the man, he would accept whatever kind of connection he could get. He also knew that Adrian needed him then more than ever. The desperation and urgency with which Adrian had been taking him in the past few weeks showed just how stressed he was and how much he needed him. And despite how difficult it was for Oliver now that he knew how he felt about Adrian, he vowed to himself to stick by Adrian's side to help him through the tying times. His man needed him and he was going to be there for him.

***

Adrian sped home as if the hounds of hell were chasing him. He would have stayed with Oliver longer but for the call he'd received from Donna. She said she wanted to talk to him before she slept. She was supposed to be sleeping at that time anyway but she'd surprisingly sounded alert and strong. It had been a while since he heard Donna sound so well. Adrian increased his speed. He wanted to see her.

As he sped through his gate, he met Elise, the doctor who took care of Donna, driving out. He stopped when he got to her side.

"Is she okay?" Adrian asked with worry in his voice.

"She's okay. Begged me to give her a shot of clavenol so I did."

"What?" Adrian bellowed. "You know she'll be weak after it leaves her system."

"I gave her the tiniest dose, don't worry." Elise chuckled. "She said she wanted to talk to you so you better hurry before she crashes out. You know how it is when she goes to sleep after the magic of clavenol. Florence and Catherine are with her in the room, watching TV. See you in the morning, Adrian."

When Adrian entered the foyer of his state of the art mansion, he met the cook who asked whether he wanted dinner.

"No Alex, I'm good." He said and bounded up the stairs.

The kids were at his mother's. As much as possible he made them stay with their grandparents to spare Donna the screams and ruckus. She needed peace to rest as most of the time she was in pain when she was awake. Adrian entered their suite and heard the laughter of the nurses coming from the bedroom. He knocked softly and pushed the door open.

"Hello ladies." He greeted, his eyes going to the beautiful woman sitting in their bed, propped up with pillows.

The nurses said hello back and hurried past Adrian to give him some privacy with his wife. The respect they had for Adrian was clear in their eyes. "Have a lovely evening Doc." One of them said when they got to where Adrian stood by the door.

"You too Florence Nightingale." Adrian chuckled as the nurses burst into laughter. He closed the door behind them and started to strip out of his clothes as he made his way to Donna's side. He bent down and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "You look well." He murmured.

"I feel well." She grinned and then burst into laughter when Adrian smirked. "That snitch. She told you didn't she?"

"I should tan your hind lady." Adrian gave a mock scowl. "I thought we agreed you weren't going to take that anymore. You always get so weak after that bout of energy." He was down to his boxers.

"She gave me just a little. Come sit beside me." She patted the space beside her.

"Don, please let me take a quick shower. It's going to be the quickest shower ever…promise." There was no way he was going to sit beside her when he hadn't taken a shower after being with Oliver.

"Okay. Hurry." Donna gave a brilliant smile.

Adrian was back into the room in no time at all. He pulled on a grey sweatpants and white t-shirt and went to sit beside Donna on the bed with his back against the headboard. "Now what was it you wanted to tell me?" He asked running his hand through Donna's fiery red hair.

"It's more like what you have to tell me actually." Donna said, leaning her head against Adrian's shoulder.

"What do you mean?" Adrian frowned, confused.

"Isn't there anything you want to tell me?" Donna asked.

"Nothing comes to mind."

"Are you seeing someone, Adrian?" She asked softly.

Adrian froze, his hand stilling in Donna's hair. "Don…" He'd never lied to her before. He couldn't start now.

"Who's Oliver?" Donna tilted her head to look at Adrian's face and watched as all the blood drain out of his face.

"What?" It was a whisper. Adrian looked as white as sheet.

"For the past…two months, you've been mentioning that name in your sleep. Initially I thought nothing of it but then it became frequent. You mention that name almost every night. I don't usually sleep much at night thanks to all the sleep I have during the day. I can see the change in you, Aid. I know you've been worried sick but there's this…joy…contentment…positive energy around you. You know I've always been able to read you like a book. I just know you've met someone and that person makes you happy. I've waited for you to tell me but you've said nothing. Adrian you know I'll be the last person to condemn you if you decide to be with someone. I must admit it was a little shocking to know you liked a guy but hey…at least I don't have to compete with a chic." She laughed softly. "Hey snap out of it." She shook Adrian. "I'm not angry. Well, maybe just a little bit that you didn't trust me enough to tell me."

"Donna…" Adrian couldn't recognize his own voice. He didn't even know what to say.

"There was a day about three months ago when you came home looking completely devastated." She said softly. "The guilt on your face. Christ! I just knew. There were moments I thought you were going to tell me but you always chickened out. I wanted to ask you then but I knew asking you would worsen it for you. Why do you put yourself through so much unnecessary torture? You know me. And you know where I stand on this. And it hurts that you couldn't confide in me. Have I ever given you cause to be wary of me?"

"Oh my God, I'm sorry Donna." Adrian groaned. "I just couldn't bring myself to…"

"Who is he?"

Adrian swallowed and cleared his throat. "He's the guy who came to install the new software. We just hang out sometimes." It was the truth. "I…I like him." Adrian placed his hands in his lap and stared at his fingers.

"You more than like him Adrian." Donna chuckled. "For the past month you've been saying you love him in your sleep."

"Oh fuck." Adrian gasped. "I don't love…"

"Shhh…you totally do darling. You're head over heels in love with the guy. You're a doctor. You know how the subconscious works. It brings out what your mind and heart tries to suppress or hide. Does he love you, Adrian?"

"I don't know." He whispered. His fingers were shaking so bad.

Donna entwined her fingers with Adrian's and squeezed it as tightly as she could. "Tell me exactly how you feel about him. And don't bother lying 'cause I'll know." Her eyes were so soft and encouraging Adrian found himself telling her what he hadn't been able to put into words himself.

"I don't know how to describe it, Donna. I…" He took a deep breath. "When I'm with him, I'm happy. I can't imagine not being with him." The words tore out of Adrian. "It's… There's this feeling I get in my stomach that's unexplainable whenever I think of him. I more than like him I guess…" He shrugged, clamping his mouth shut because he really didn't want to tell Donna that he sometimes felt like the luckiest person in the world for having Oliver in his life. Though that was exactly how he felt, he thought it would rather be insensitive to tell his sick wife that. After all, she didn't have Oliver in her life. "I just can't get him out of my mind, Donna."

"If you can't get someone off your mind, they are probably supposed to be there." Donna said softly. "Don't even bother trying."

"Yeah but…he's a guy, Don." Adrian breathed. "I don't swing that way and you know it." He gave a humourless chuckle. "But Oliver… it just happened. I knew I shouldn't. I tried hard to fight my feelings, but I just couldn't. Fuck!"

"Hey, relax." Donna whispered, squeezing Adrian's hand. "Love doesn't mind the sex of a person. You love him. That's all that matters. You never lose by loving, Aid. You rather lose by holding back." She said, and then grinned.

Adrian raised an eyebrow when he saw his wife's grin. "What?"

"Just…trying to picture you with a guy that's all." Donna managed to look amused, curious and excited at the same time. She couldn't suppress her laughter when Adrian groaned. "Seriously Aid, you have to tell me exactly how it started. At what point did you realize you had the hots for him? Did you freak out? Come on, tell me everything. I've been going crazy for months trying to imagine your reaction when you realized you were attracted to a guy. Please tell me."

"Donna…"

"Ow come on. Please. I mean I know I've probably put you off women but… Unless of course he's a… Is he a queen?" She gushed with wide eyes.

"No, no he's an ordinary guy." Adrian signed. He knew Donna wouldn't let up till he told her what she wanted to know. She'd taken the shot to ensure she stayed alert for all the deets too. "Very handsome guy." He added with a shy smile.

"Okay, how did you react when it dawned on you that you wanted him? How did both of you react? Who made the first move?"

"You're not going to let this go are you?" At Donna's 'not on your life' look, Adrian leaned the back of his head against the wall and mumbled something unintelligible. His relationship with Donna had always been more of friendship. And as friends, Donna was very easy to talk to. "Okay so… Oliver is your normal sweet…nerd who I began hanging out with after work." Adrian began. "I enjoyed his company very much. Admittedly, I thought he was adorable and handsome but I'd never thought about us in that way."

"What way?"

"Do you want me to continue or not?" He growled, shaking his head when Donna mumbled a sorry whilst trying not to laugh. "Then one evening, after we'd had dinner in my office, we just…fuck!" Adrian swore. "It was insane the way it happened, Donna. It wasn't planned. We hadn't been giving each other any longing looks or anything like that. He knew I was married with kids. I saw him as a friend. But that night I don't know what happened. We…kissed. And I felt this bolt of electricity course through me. I just couldn't help myself Don. It was terrifying but it was wonderful." Adrian whispered the last sentence. "Even afterwards, I tried to tell myself he was only a friend and nothing else but deep down, I knew it was a lie. I'm sorry."

"Don't be." She said softly. "At least now you can accept the fact that Oliver is not just a friend. Neither is he just a fuck buddy." Donna saw Adrian wince at her words and grinned. "I think it's beautiful. I want to meet him Adrian."

"What?" Adrian couldn't suppress the surprised gasp that tore out of his throat. His eyes widened. Was Donna insane? "That's not gonna happen."

"Oh but it will happen Adrian." Donna said with conviction. "We both know I don't have much time. I really would love to meet this person who makes you go all mushy inside, and who's going to help you fight through what is coming. He's also bound to be around my kids at some point right? Who knows, he just might help you raise my children when I'm gone…"

To say Adrian was shocked at his wife's words would be an understatement. Yes, he did feel something strong for Oliver. After all, all he could think about was being close to him, touching him, being naked with him, getting away from everything and just being with him. He felt as if he'd been asleep for years and then suddenly, there was this person who made him feel alive and… Adrian groaned and rubbed the back of his neck in a clear sign of frustration. They were definitely more than fuck buddies. But despite all the feelings that he had for Oliver, they were not where Donna seemed to think just yet. Hell, they hardly spoke about their relationship. It was almost as if they'd both silently agreed not to talk about it. They just enjoyed each other and tried not to bring up the future. So Donna's talk about Oliver helping him raise their children was way off.

"Listen Don…"

"Now look at it this way, Aid." She went right ahead as if he hadn't even spoken. "If he's nice…which I'm sure he is…because I trust your judgment, I'd really love to meet him. If he's a monster on the other hand…which I'm again sure he isn't, it will be a fine opportunity to put the fear of God into him. Tell him something along the lines of haunting him from the grave if he dares stress my kids."

"Donna…" Adrian groaned, rubbing the back of his neck with the hand not linked with Donna's. "I don't think…"

"I've already thought about it and that's what I want to do." Donna said sternly. "You owe me for hiding this whole thing from me Adrian Graham. I'm not asking. I'm telling." Her tone would have made a military commander proud. Then she ruined it by whimpering… "Please Aid…please."

"Oh shit." Adrian threw his head back, not even feeling it when the back of his head hit the wall with a thud. He never could deny her anything. "This is a bad idea Don." He groaned.

"Just tell him I want to meet him, that's all. You're just a messenger here. What can he possibly do to you? Kill you?"

Adrian turned to look at Donna as if she'd suddenly sprouted horns. Then she gave him that silly puppy-eyed look which always made him laugh. This time he didn't. He only grunted.

"Alright, I'll talk to him." Adrian sighed.

"Great. Thanks." She pulled him forward and pressed a kiss against his cheek. They sat in silence for a moment, with Adrian thinking about how to break the news to Oliver. "So…he must be rocking your world if you're mentioning his name so much in your sleep." Donna yawned. "Sometimes the way you moan… Jesus…"

Adrian growled, drawing laughter from Donna. "Now I'm seriously considering not sleeping beside you again." He groaned. "I can't be possibly mentioning his name as much as you claim."

"Alright, alright want the truth?"

"Hell yeah."

"Okay so I've heard you say you love him twice. And that was in the last month. And yes you do moan his name and go hard sometimes." She ignored Adrian's embarrassed groans. He was blushing so hard. "Thanks to Oliver and your obviously raunchy dreams, I now know you're not impotent or anything like that. I was beginning to wonder." She laughed.

"Fuck you Donna."

"The last time I checked I wasn't Oliver, thank you very much." She retorted, drawing a chuckle from Adrian. "As for mentioning his name almost every night in the last two months, I did exagger…"

"I knew it." Adrian shouted.

"Hold it, hold it…" Donna couldn't stop laughing. "The part about the last two months is true. In fact I think it's even more than two months. I swear I've heard you mention him more than twenty times. That should count for something right?" She was laughing so hard she started to cough.

Adrian quickly reached for the glass of water on the bedside table and held it to her lips so she could sip. "You're crazy, woman." He gave a mock growl.

"I'm so happy Adrian." She said when Adrian took the glass away from her lips. "Know why?"

Adrian could take a wild guess. "Why?"

"You're finally getting some." She grinned when Adrian groaned. "It's been my biggest worry. I'm thrilled someone is taking care of you. And from the bounce in your step and the glint in your eyes, he's giving it to you good. Err…are you the one giving or taking? How does it work?"

"If you think I'm going to discuss sex with you, you're crazier than I thought." Adrian growled making Donna laugh softly. "Now go to sleep." He said, helping her to lie down comfortably. "I love you Donna."

"I know. I love you more." She responded softly, her eyes already fluttering shut. "And Adrian?"

"Yes Donna?"

"When you talk to Oliver in the middle of the night, tell him I'm looking forward to meeting him." When she felt Adrian go still, she opened her eyes and gave a slow wink. "Touch down!" She murmured and closed her eyes. By the time Adrian began to laugh, Donna was already asleep.

He slowly shook his head as he looked at his wife's innocent face in sleep. Whenever they argued, the one who had the last word screamed 'touch down'. He hadn't heard it in a long while due to her illness. He'd missed her so much. Adrian leaned closer and kissed Donna lightly on the cheek. With the shot she'd taken, she was going to have a deep sleep and wake up around noon the next day. Still laughing softly, Adrian rolled out of bed and headed down to the study. He felt as if a heavy load had been taken off his shoulder. He had to speak to Oliver but this time, he wasn't going to use the bathroom or the balcony as he usually did. Donna was fast asleep but he didn't want to take any chances. His wife was a sly fox. And he loved her to bits.

***

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, sleepy head." 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 which 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. "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 when 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 Arian's sweats as he went. He didn't bother completely taking it off. He swallowed that throbbing cock to the hilt.

"Fuck…" Adrian gasped, unadulterated ecstasy slamming into him. Oliver's mouth on him felt indescribably amazing. His hands moved down to entangle inside Oliver's hair. He still didn't know how Oliver could manage to get his huge dick down his throat as though it was no problem at all. It never ceased to shock and blow his mind. Adrian moaned uncontrollably, totally lost in pleasure. "Come here Olly." He gasped. "Turn around. Give me that sexy arse."

Oliver didn't hesitate. He turned around without getting off Adrian's cock. Neither did he stop sucking when he felt Adrian urgently pulling off his boxers. When he felt the wet flick against his twitching hole, he moaned around the cock lodged within his throat, causing Adrian to curse loudly. The vibration around his cock was killing him. He concentrated on the sweet hole that smelt of Oliver's lovely scented lemon soap. Adrian ate the hell out of that arse. He would take Oliver's dripping cock into his mouth and suck for a while, then suck his balls into his wonderfully warm, wet mouth, then lick at his sensitive taint, and then go right back to that sweet hole. It was pure torture for Oliver. He was on cloud nine.

Oliver moaned lustfully around the cock in his mouth as Adrian thrust his tongue relentlessly inside him. He bucked back insistently against Adrian's mouth, begging for more. That wicked tongue was driving him crazy but he wanted Adrian deep inside him. He pulled off Adrian's cock and turned around. His face looked flushed and his breathing was erratic. He pulled off his t-shirt and leaned to the side to open the bedside drawer to take out a bottle of lube and a condom. But when he made to open the condom, Adrian grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"Don't use it." He said huskily. "I want to feel you and not some latex. Please."

Oliver stared at Adrian in surprise for a moment. Then he nodded and tossed the condom back into the drawer. He poured a generous amount of lube onto the already wet cock and got it real slick. Then bracing a hand on Adrian's chest, he held the slicked up cock around the base and then aligned his hungry hole with it. He didn't think it was necessary to prepare himself. Apart from the fact that Adrian had gotten him slick for his cock with that rimming, he'd already fuck him about three hours earlier so he was still loose enough to accommodate that big cock.

"Are you sure?" Adrian breathed, sounding as though he was in pain. As much as he was dying to be buried deep within Oliver's tight heat, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt him. Oliver nodded and took Adrian deep in one smooth slide. "Ahh fuck, yeah." Adrian's eyes rolled back into his head. He was thick and hard and so, so deep, Oliver couldn't help the cry of ecstasy that tore out of him.

"Ohh God… Adrian…" Oliver cried, totally lost in the pleasure of feeling that huge hard cock penetrating him. He'd never barebacked before. And the feeling was like nothing he'd ever experienced. Oliver could have sworn he could feel the thick veins throbbing beneath the smooth skin of that cock. A ragged sound tore from his throat as sweat misted his brow. He'd never felt anything so raw and exquisitely heavenly. And he'd never been harder. He whimpered sexily as he tried to stop himself from blowing. "Oh fuck." He gasped, going very still. When he felt Adrian attempting to move he growled… "Adrian don't you dare move."

When he eventually removed his grip on the base of Adrian's cock and finally took his whole length, they both moaned their pleasure.

"Holy hell…feels so fucking good." Adrian gasped, loving the feel of that tight, wet, heat on his unsheathed cock.

They both looked down at where they joined, watching the clear string of precum that linked them from the tip of Oliver's cock to Adrian's stomach. It was a beautiful thing to see. With a groan Adrian reached up to pull Oliver down for a kiss so wild, wet and passionate it took their breath away. They kissed with every ounce of pent-up emotions they'd both suffered all evening.

"Ride me Oliver." Adrian breathed. "Ride me hard."

And ride him, Oliver did. None of them was ever going to forget that fuck. It was fast, it was deep, it was furious and it was hard. The obscene sounds of furious sex was all that could be heard in the room. Oliver rocked and gyrated against Adrian like a man possessed. He would slide up Adrian's length until his cock was almost all the way out, and then impaled himself hard, filling his fiery channel with that throbbing hardness that had easily become one of his favourite parts of Adrian. The sounds that fell out of his mouth was nothing Adrian had ever heard before. He didn't think Oliver noticed he was even making them.

"Oh fuck baby." Adrian growled as Oliver began to whip his hips back and forth and side to side. It felt so damn good.

Oliver locked eyes with Adrian and whispered hoarsely, "fuck me."

Adrian didn't need to be told twice. He took hold of Oliver's hips and slammed up, right into that pleasure button hidden deep inside him. Adrian watched in amazement as Oliver's already hard cock turned almost purple with blood and swelled even more, the thick veins standing out along its length, with the precum gushing out as though Oliver was actually spurting.

"God, yes, take me Adrian…" Oliver gasped, watching with dilated eyes as the clear liquid oozing from his pulsing cock dripped onto Adrian's stomach.