In the past three months, Adrian had given him some fantastic fucks. But what he was feeling that very moment was simply mind-boggling. Maybe it had to do with the fact that they both knew he was in love with Adrian. It could also be due to the fact that he was being fucked raw for the very first time in his life. Whatever it was, Oliver never wanted it to stop. He felt Adrian change his angle, thrusting up hard and nailing his gland over and over. Oliver screamed, his head snapping back as his entire body shuddering.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck…right there Adrian…please…harder… oh damn that's so good…" He whimpered brokenly, going wild on Adrian's cock. "Don't stop…please make me come…" He writhed, begging with his body, feeling his orgasm build like white heat. "Ahh fuck…so good." His balls squeezed and pulled up ultra-tight to his body. "Fuck I'm gonna come…gonna come…gonna…" He was sobbing, his cheeks wet with tears.

When Oliver erupted, he screamed as his body convulsed in ecstasy, his toes curling almost painfully. Adrian hadn't even touched his cock. Ropes of cum shot up over his head before splashing down onto Adrian's chest. Adrian never let up even once. He kept thrusting up into Oliver, nailing that button…milking it. Oliver couldn't stop coming. It was so good it was almost frightening.

Then Adrian was surging up and turning them over so that he was on top. He kicked off his sweatpants which had still been around his knees and began to pound into Oliver, his weighty, cum-filled balls slapping heavily against Oliver's arse.

He didn't have to thrust for long. "Fuck, I'm coming." He roared, his entire body shuddering as he began to flood Oliver with his hot essence. "Ohhh, fuuuucckk!" He shot with such great force it felt as if the head of his cock was actually exploding.

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Adrian slanted his lips over Oliver's in a hot kiss as he kept spurting inside him. For long moments, the only sounds that could be heard in the room were the sound of their kissing and of their heavy breathing. When the kiss ended, Adrian licked the tears off Oliver's cheeks. Then he took his mouth again, sucking languidly on his lower lip.

"Adrian?" Oliver breathed against Adrian's lips.

"Yes baby?" Adrian turned on his back and drew Oliver head onto his chest, smiling when Oliver slipped a hand beneath his t-shirt and began to play with his chest hair which he always said was so sexy.

"You have to go."

Adrian stiffened. "What?"

"Hey, if I'm going to meet Donna, I don't want to compound my offenses." He said, tilting his head to drop tiny kisses against Adrian's chin.

Laughter rumbled within Adrian's chest. "You have to stop kissing me and playing with my chest hair and get off me then."

"Hmmm…I don't want to." He whimpered, tightening his hold on Adrian who laughed as he reached for the hand towel that was always readily on the bedside table, with an obvious intent to wipe Oliver like he always did. "Why don't we take a shower instead?" Oliver murmured and took Adrian's mouth in a deep kiss. "I missed us taking a shower together earlier this evening." He whispered against Adrian's mouth.

"Alright, come on." Adrian got out of bed and pulled off his t-shirt. "And for the record, I missed it to." He murmured as he drew Oliver into the bathroom.

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And in the shower, Adrian took Oliver again. This time he went slow, fucking deeply into Oliver from behind, with Oliver's head thrown back against his shoulder in sensual abandon. When Adrian's hand slid around to pull on Oliver's engorged pulsing flesh, his head snapped back and his entire body shuddered in exquisite pleasure. With erotic cries, Oliver wantonly thrust back against Adrian, loving the feel of his hand stroking him, and the feel of his hot cock sliding out and pushing back in nice and slow, brushing his gland every fucking time. It was hot, intense, good and simply magical. When their orgasms eventually hit, they both cried out their pleasure as Oliver shot milky lines against the tiled wall of the shower whilst Adrian filled his gripping channel with a second load.

"Oh my God, I can't get enough of you Olly." Adrian groaned. Sex with Oliver was always absolutely euphoric. He was always hard and ready to go whenever he was with Oliver. It never ceased to amaze both of them. He had no control around the man. As many times as he had Oliver, Adrian always wanted more. "You're like an addiction in my system." He turned Oliver's head and kissed him tenderly as the warm water poured over them.

Oliver turned within Adrian's arms and pressed against his solid body. He wound his arms around his neck and pressed his cheek to his heart, enjoying the sound of his steady heartbeat. He made a sound of contentment when Adrian tightened his arms around his waist and rubbed his hand on his back soothingly. Oliver just loved the way he felt whenever he was in Adrian's arms. He loved him so damn much and wanted to tell him…this time not mistakenly. But Oliver felt it would be better not to. Telling Adrian he loved him would be disrespectful to Donna and he really didn't want to do that. Fucking the man was bad enough. He still hated the fact that he couldn't tell Adrian how he felt though. Fuck, this was all so difficult, Oliver thought feeling a tightening in his chest. Why did he have to fall in love with a married straight guy, he asked himself for the umpteenth time. Why did his wife have to be in such an unfortunate situation? Why did the world have to be so unfair? He suddenly felt so overwhelmed with emotions he felt his eyes sting. Unbeknownst to him, Adrian felt him tense up against him.

"You're thinking too hard." Adrian whispered, tightening his arms around Oliver. "Relax."

Oliver took a deep breath and exhaled. "Let me know when she wants to meet me okay?" He choked.

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"Will do. And hey, it's going to be fine." Adrian said softly, lifting Oliver's head to claim his mouth. And when he tasted the salt of Oliver's tears in the kiss, Adrian almost died. "Oh God, baby please don't." He breathed, pulling back to cradle Oliver's jaw. Then his lips were moving desperately over his, devouring him, licking deep into his mouth, almost as if he wanted to absorb Oliver into himself.

Oliver kissed him back for all he was worth, his fingers sinking into the silky wet mane of Adrian's hair to hold him to his mouth. The kiss was passionate, deep, furious and meltingly hot.

"God, Oliver…" Adrian breathed against Oliver's lips when they came up for a much needed air. He rubbed the tip of his nose against Oliver's as he pressed his fingertips against his parted lips. "I need you, baby." Adrian breathed, unable to suppress the ferocious swell of emotion within. He had a strong urge to reassure Oliver in a way…let him know just how much he valued what they had. Let him know that he meant the world to him. "I can't not have you in my life. It will kill me." He licked at Oliver's lips and then caught his kiss-swollen bottom lip between his teeth and bit gently. Oliver groaned. "You make me feel alive. You are my strength. I adore you Oliver. I…"

"I know that." Oliver whispered, gently cutting Adrian off.

"Do you?" Adrian searched his face, looking for even a spec of doubt. He exhaled audibly when he found none. "Good. Never forget that. Now let's get out of here."

***

For a moment, Oliver thought he'd stepped into a page of a fairy-tale. The garden was simply magnificent. The perfectly preened hedges, the unprecedented wealth of spectacular floral displays planted in endless varieties, the slick modern landscaping alternated with the beautiful works was so breathtakingly beautiful it actually kept Oliver stunned for some time. He could see peacocks proudly prancing around. A soft splash drew his attention to a beautiful fountain to his left but a gasp tore out of his throat when he saw the man-made waterfall further up the huge garden. The sound of the splashing water attracted different types of birds, bringing life and motion to the whole setting and in effect, connecting a human to nature.

Though the superb well-executed, integrated design of the garden made it look effortless, it was obvious that a great deal of immense skill and razor-sharp attention to detail had gone into its construction. The passionate serenity of that garden soothed and calmed Oliver so much so that he totally forgot all the dread and apprehension that had made him feel sick on his way to Adrian's house.

"Calm down, Oliver." Adrian had kept telling him as he drove them towards his house. He'd held Oliver's hand throughout the drive.

Unlike Oliver, Adrian was okay with the meeting because he had the advantage of knowing Donna and what she wanted to do. Oliver didn't have that luxury. When they entered the gate of the large estate, Oliver's eyes had widened in shock.

"Dude, this is not a house. It's a villa." He'd gasped, making Adrian laugh. "Just how wealthy are you?"

"I guess I was rich even before I was born." Adrian chuckled. "My filthy rich grandfather died when my mother was pregnant with me. He willed all his wealth to his unborn grandchild. So…"

Adrian drove them into the large compound of the outstanding fifteen-bedroom villa. The residence oozed luxury and glamour, its exteriors alone revealing exquisite tastes and sophisticated facilities.

"It's fabulously magnificent." Oliver breathed.

And when Adrian drove him to the back of the house, right into that big marvelous garden, Oliver's jaw had dropped. And even as he led him to the beautifully displayed outdoor rattan tables, chairs and recliners on the black limestone patio, Oliver had still not been able to utter a word. That was how overwhelming the garden was. It took your breath away.

Oliver sat alone, taking in the beautiful scene as he waited for Donna. Adrian had asked him to wait whilst he went inside to fetch his wife. Oliver looked down at himself, hoping he was dressed okay. He'd changed his outfit about four times before finally settling on blue jeans, white Henley shirt and black boots.

"You look totally hot." Adrian had murmured huskily when he'd come to pick him up.

"Shit, that's not the look I was going for." Oliver had moaned worriedly.

"Hey, no matter what you wear, you look hot." Adrian had drawled. "So don't bother." He'd tenderly pushed back the strand of hair falling in Oliver's eyes. "You don't have any idea just how sexy you are, do you?" He'd whispered, leaning forward to kiss him.

So there he was, in a simple jeans and top, sitting on a stylishly classic patio, smack in the most beautiful garden he'd ever seen, waiting for his boyfriend's wife to come and hand him his arse. And Oliver was absolutely calm. One of the peacocks attracted his attention by opening its beautiful colourful tail wide into a splendid fan, and showing off by doing a complex dance. The shimmering tail vibrated, making a rattling sound. It was enthrallingly to watch. Oliver was so engrossed in the spectacle before him that he didn't even hear the sound of the electric wheelchair till it was close to him.

"Hello Oliver." Oliver heard a sweet voice call out and tore his eyes off the peacock to look at the beautiful redhead in a wheelchair. Donna. "Show offs aren't they?" Donna nodded towards the peacock.

Oliver chuckled. "What can I say? If you've got it, flaunt it." He turned back to look at the peacock as both of them laughed.

"I read that the female peacock usually chooses the male with the most impressive tail. They admire the eye markings on their tails and are said to mate with the male who has more 'eyes'." Donna said. "The more the better."

"Typical." Oliver turned to look at Donna who burst into laughter.

"I know right. Come on, let's walk." She said, and then promptly gave a sheepish smile. "Well, you walk and I…you know what I mean."

Oliver fell into step beside Donna. "You have a beautiful home Donna." Oliver said. "I'm in love with this garden."

"Thank you." Donna chuckled. "I love being here. It gives me a sense of peace."

"How are you doing?" Oliver asked softly. "Adrian said you've been sick."

"I'm better today because I bullied my doctor into giving me a super energy shot. Don't tell Adrian. He worries too much." She chuckled. "I mean look at me. I'm enjoying this again." She threw her hand up indicating the garden. "I've been too weak to come down here in a while. Those killjoys." She said in a voice that was so funny Oliver burst into laughter.

"Seriously this garden is really cool." He said. "Love, love, love the waterfall."

The two of them went around admiring the colourful birds and talking about general stuff. It was obvious they enjoyed each other's company. It almost felt as though they'd known each other for a while.

"So how's work?" Donna asked at a point. "I hear you're an IT genius." She chuckled.

Oliver blushed, grateful she hadn't called him a nerd like most people did. "Work is okay. It's fun so I enjoy it."

"There's nothing like enjoying what you do." Donna said. "I've always had this impression that all you IT people do is…play games." She laughed when Oliver burst into laughter. "Educate me Oliver."

"I can understand why you'd think that." Oliver laughed and then went ahead to tell Donna exactly what his work entailed. At a point, he crouched in front of Donna and used the buttons on her wheelchair to describe a process. "This electric wheelchair for instance is controlled by a handle, a joystick, a motion sensitive tube and a computer screen controller. Just like a video game." He laughed. "The controller is a computer interface which is responsible for speed control and…" He trailed off when he felt Donna's soft palm against his cheek. He looked up at her.

"You're gorgeous." Donna said softly. And when Oliver blushed, she grinned. "And so adorable. I see why he loves you. You know he does right?" And at the shocked expression on Oliver's face, Donna sighed. "You don't. You men are so dense at times. Do you love him Oliver?"

Oliver swallowed audibly. Was that a trick question? If he told her yes would she rain curses on him? Should he lie and say no? What was the appropriate thing to do?

"I don't know how to answer that." Oliver whispered.

"Then say yes. 'Cause I need you to love him, Oliver." Donna said softly.

"Yes. I do." He whispered the truth. "I'm sorry…"

"Hey, you don't have to be." Donna snorted, cutting him off. "You fell in love. There's nothing wrong with that, hon. You shouldn't be sorry because there's nothing criminal about loving someone. You didn't kill anyone. Nothing to be ashamed of." She rolled her eyes, making Oliver chuckle. "Besides, he's very easy to love." She added softly. "And I'm so happy you do."

"Are you really okay with this?" Oliver asked with eyes filled with incredulity.

"You have no idea just how much." Donna gushed. "You're shocked." It wasn't a question. "My relationship with Adrian is more like that of siblings now, Oliver. You have nothing to worry about. I know you feel guilty. Probably ask yourself what kind of person would be with a man when his wife was dying." Donna watched as shame and embarrassment filled Oliver's eyes. "Don't. I admire your strength."

Oliver nodded, understanding that Donna wasn't judging him. "I was afraid to come." He said quietly.

"I know." Donna chuckled. "I'd be scared too. I've thought about you a lot, Oliver. And I must confess I actually liked you though I hadn't seen you. Weird don't you think?"

"Very."

"I'm happy Adrian has you." She said softly. "I'm sure he already knows you care about him. But you have to tell him you love him, Oliver."

"He knows." Oliver said. At Donna's raised brow, he explained. "Well, I blurted it out by mistake when he told me you wanted to see me." He watched as Donna's mouth widened with a grin. "I told him you'd probably take just one look at me and know that I'm in love with him. I could have bitten off my tongue after I said that."

Donna burst into laughter. "Oh my God, that must have been painful. What did he say?"

"Nothing."

"The silly man." Donna muttered.

"I did apologize though. It hadn't been my intention to drop it on him like that."

"I need a favour from you Oliver."

"Anything Donna." Oliver said before he could check himself.

"I don't know whether Adrian has told you the seriousness of my illness. I don't have much time. That is why I wanted to meet you. I need you to do something very important for me after I'm…hey it's okay." Donna said, noticing Oliver's eyes well up with tears. "I'm at peace with it. Everyone's going to take that trip. I'm just taking it earlier." She shrugged.

"What do you want me to do?" Oliver asked shakily, wiping at his eyes. He'd never felt as sad as he did at that very moment. "I'll do anything."

"Adrian doesn't deal with grief well." Donna said quietly. "He just doesn't. He's going to push you away. Don't let him, Oliver. Because he's going to need you more than ever then. He can be very stubborn and headstrong when he wants to be. If you don't take a firm step and stay strong for him, force him to live, he'll hide himself in a cocoon of grief and refuse to come out."

"I'll take care of him Donna." Oliver said quietly. "I promise."

"It's going to be difficult. But you love him and he loves you right back so you can do it. The kids will need him. But he won't be able to be there for them if he's busy grieving." Donna furiously wiped at the tears on her cheeks. "Shit, sorry. I'm usually not so emotional. I just…I want to know that my family will be okay. And you're the only person who has the power to do that, Oliver. I'm sorry if… Oh God…" Donna paused and covered her eyes with her left palm, which was the only limb that actually worked. Tears leaked out from beneath the hand covering her eyes.

Donna didn't feel it when Oliver's arms wrapped around her waist but she heard his sobs and removed her hand from her eyes to look at him. Oliver's head was in her lap and he was crying his heart out.

"I'm so sorry Oliver. I know I'm putting a lot of burden on you and that is selfish of me but…you're my only hope. I don't have the luxury of being tactful at this point. Please love him like you've never before when the time comes. Please Oliver…"

At that point Oliver was sobbing so hard he couldn't even speak. Donna cupped the back of his head with her hand and cried too. Anyone witnessing the spectacle would think something really terrible had happened… And that was exactly what Florence, Donna's nurse thought when she decided to check on Donna by looking at her patient and her visitor on the surveillance monitor.

***

"Doc.?" Florence burst into Adrian's study where he was going through some files. "I th…think something's wrong." She stammered, her eyes filled with worry.

"What is it Florence?" Adrian shot out of his chair.

"It's Mrs. Graham."

"What's happened?" Adrian was already rushing out of the study past Florence.

"I'm not too sure but she and her visitor…"

But Adrian wasn't even listening. He ran as fast as he could towards the garden. His heart was pounding. What was going on, he thought as he ran. He shouldn't have left them alone, he silently berated himself.

Adrian came to a halt when he rounded the corner and saw the most heart-tugging sight ever. If it wasn't for the fact that they were both sobbing, he would have taken out his phone and captured that image. How was it even possible to love two totally different people so much and at the same time, he wondered. But he acknowledged the fact that though he loved them both, it wasn't the same. Somehow what he felt for Donna wasn't romantic at all. Clearly, they'd grown out of such feelings for each other. They acted like siblings who were very fond of each other. What he felt for Oliver on the other hand was the kind that made his heart pound, caused butterflies in his stomach and made him hard as rock.

Adrian leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss against Donna's hair when he got to where they were. He took out a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped her face. Then he kissed her forehead.

"It's okay Don." He murmured. "It's okay." At Donna's nod, Adrian gently pulled Oliver off her and into his arms. He kept crying. Adrian didn't stop him. He watched as Donna gently rubbed Oliver on the back and smiled at her, mouthing an 'I love you' to her. She mouthed it right back.

When Oliver eventually quieted down, he stepped back from Adrian and accepted the handkerchief he held his way. "Thanks."

"Feeling better?" Adrian murmured as he watched Oliver wiping his face.

"Much." Oliver croaked and turned to look down at Donna with eyes filled with tenderness. "Thank you Donna." He bent down and kissed her on the cheek. But before he straightened up, he whispered in her ear. "I promise to do my best. But if he gives me shit, I'm gonna kick his arse."

Donna burst into laughter despite herself. She laughed even harder when her eyes landed on Adrian's comically confused face. And when Oliver saw Adrian's expression too, he couldn't help but join in the laughter.

"Err…care to share the joke?" Adrian asked as they all started towards the house with Donna riding in their middle. And when they both answered, no at the same time, he growled and gave a mock scowl, making them laugh even harder.

And at that moment, Adrian couldn't help but feel he was the luckiest man on earth.

***

"See you on Saturday, Uncle Oliver." Josh, Adrian's nine year old son called out from the back seat of the chauffeur-driven car as he and his sister, Pearl, waved excitedly at Oliver.

"Can't wait." Oliver called back, waving till the car disappeared. And truly, he couldn't wait to see Adrian's kids again. He hadn't planned on going out with the kids that day. They'd shown up with their chauffeur out of the blue and asked him to go with then to get pizza.

They had been hanging out and having fun in the past two months since Oliver met Donna for the first time. At her insistence, he'd begun spending time with the kids whenever he was free. Oliver made it a point to make time for the kids, sometimes taking them with him to the office on Saturdays when he had work to do. The kids, especially Josh, enjoyed such days. They played different types of fun computer games which kids his age loved to do. Four year old Pearl was simply adorable but her interests laid in watching movies filled with princesses. That was not a problem for Oliver at all. The kids adored him and he'd grown so attached to them within that short time it actually surprised him.

Sometimes they went out with Adrian or simply hang out with Donna in their home. But they didn't hang out with Donna much since she seemed to be getting worse and worse. Even her left arm could no longer function as the paralysis had now moved up to her neck. Oliver hated seeing her so helpless because it always left him depressed. He'd grown to like Donna so much. She was just a beautiful soul and it pained him to watch her suffer. His respect for Adrian had multiplied a hundredfold since it finally dawned on him what Adrian had to go through every day. Though Adrian virtually spent all his time with Donna, they still managed to have some alone time once in a while. But it was obvious he wasn't himself. The only times he really let go was when they were making love. Oliver understood and tried as much as possible to give him what he wanted. Sometimes they would simply fuck each other desperately and wildly as if the world was coming to an end. Sometimes too they would make slow sweet love which always left them emotional. And other times they would just hold each other naked, without actually having sex, which was even more intimate. Oliver always allowed Adrian to determine how their encounters would go depending on his mood. He wanted to support Adrian in any way he could. Suddenly his whole world was centered around Adrian. Jason, his best friend and colleague, didn't mince words in telling Oliver just how dangerous he thought that was.

"I just don't want you to get hurt Olly." He'd said when Oliver had gone to his house one day to visit their new born baby. "When you give all your heart and soul to something, it's difficult to bounce back should anything go wrong. Be very careful just how deep you allow yourself to sink into all this Oliver."

"I'll be fine Jace." Oliver had responded. "I just want to be there for Adrian. He needs me and I love him."

"I understand that you want to be there for him. All I'm saying is that do not get in way over your head. 'Cause touch wood but should anything negative happen…and this is a complex relationship so anything can happen…you will crash hard bro. Just…be careful."

"I will. Thanks." Oliver had nodded, knowing that his friend only had his best interest at heart.

"I'm always here for you, you know that."

"I do."

Oliver understood why his arrangement with the Grahams would seem complex and even weird but he loved what he had with them. It almost felt as if he had a family and that was great. He shook his head in amusement as he entered his condo, a brilliant grin on his face. Those kids were just adorable. He shut his door and started stripping to go take a shower. Adrian was on his way to him and that was making him giddy with excitement. He hadn't seen him in a whole week and hadn't fucked him in almost three. Oliver was crazy horny. He wanted the man with every bone in his body. Though he made it a point to always allow Adrian to dictate the pace, Oliver planned on making what he wanted known subtly.

He took a quick shower, resisting the urge to jack off. His cock was semi-hard even as he entered his bedroom naked, still toweling his hair. He heard footsteps coming towards his bedroom and knew Adrian was in.

"Hey." Adrian greeted when he entered the room.

"Hey yourself." Oliver responded as he opened a drawer to take out boxes briefs. He couldn't suppress his gasp and the shiver of arousal that flashed within him when he felt Adrian's arms wrap around him from behind. "Adrian…"

Only his name, but the longing, pleading and sheer need with which it was mentioned couldn't be masked or overlooked. Adrian didn't say anything. He just acted…propelling Oliver toward the couch in the room, even as his hand reached for and began to stroke Oliver's hard leaking cock. When he got to the couch, he turned Oliver around and pushed him to sit down. Then he went down on his knees in front of Oliver, bent down and took him into his mouth, swallowing him to the root.

"Oh fuck. God, Adrian…" A cry of pure pleasure tore out of Oliver as he bucked uncontrollably into Adrian's hot mouth. "I'm so fucking horny for you, baby." He gasped.

Adrian's goal was to bring Oliver a quick relief. He bobbed his head fast, taking Oliver as deep into his throat as he could. Oliver had taught him well. He took his balls into his hand, gently squeezing and rolling them expertly. He loved the needy and erotic sounds falling out of Oliver's throat. Those sounds traveled up Adrian's spine and pooled down in his balls, making him rock hard inside his pants. He sucked hard.

"Jesus Adrian…" Oliver breathed, looking down to meet Adrian's hungry and determined gaze. He thought Adrian had never looked hotter. With his mouth filled with his cock, tongue sliding and flicking against his blood-darkened head, and his hungry eyes looking up at him, Adrian looked so insanely sexy a porn star would envy him. "Fuck…" He gasped.

Oliver felt as if he was drowning in sensation. Adrian's mouth on him felt so damn good. He threw his head back in rapturous pleasure as his fingers tightened inside Adrian's hair. And when he felt Adrian swallow around his cock, he gave a strangled cry and started coming, shooting deep into Adrian's mouth, filling that wicked mouth with thick hot cum which was so much some leaked out.

"Oh my God…" Oliver gasped shakily. It was so fucking good. There was nothing like Adrian's mouth. The only thing better was Adrian's cock buried deep in his arse, and that was what he wanted next.

Adrian kept sucking until Oliver was a shaking mess, his toes curling almost painfully with sensory overload. His skin tingled and he trembled, unable to stop the soft whimpers that tore out of his throat.

"Adrian…" He breathed shakily as he gently pushed Adrian's mouth off his cock.

Adrian stood up and drew Oliver out of the seat. Then he sat down and pulled Oliver down to straddle his lap. Oliver coiled his arms around Adrian's neck and leaned his head down to lick at the cum which was at the side of his mouth. Then he took Adrian's mouth in the most passionate kiss, loving his flavour on Adrian's tongue. As they kissed, Oliver grinded on Adrian, feeling his hardness beneath his arse. He wanted that cock deep inside him.

"Want you…" Oliver moaned against Adrian's swollen lips. "Want to feel you inside me." Fuck subtleness. His hands were already moving down between them to Adrian's belt buckle. "Please." He whimpered.

"Hmmm?" Adrian leaned forward and started sucking up a mark on Oliver's neck. "I never would have guessed." He murmured teasingly, moving up to swirl the very tip of his tongue against the outer shell of Oliver's ear.

Oliver's eyes rolled back as he moaned. "Shit… Adrian, come on…" He groaned and then abruptly moved off Adrian's lap to kneel at his feet.

With determination he reached up and unzipped Adrian. Then he started pulling down his pants together with his boxer briefs, smirking when Adrian raised his butt to help him. Then he was freeing that beautiful, savagely hard cock. Wild horses couldn't have stopped Oliver from taking that cock into his mouth.

"Fuck." Adrian growled, his hips thrusting up uncontrollably as Oliver's moist lips flowed over the velvety, mushroomed head. He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as Oliver licked the little tear-shaped slit at the tip of his cock, from which dripped pre-cum. "You're driving me insane, babe."

But Oliver's aim wasn't to suck him off though he loved the feel of Adrian's cock in his mouth. He always had. This time, his aim was to get Adrian slick and that was exactly what he did. Oliver moved off the now very wet cock and went back to straddling Adrian, his knees on either side of Adrian's thighs.

"Baby we need lu…Oh fuuuuck." Adrian lost his train of thought when Oliver slid all the way down his cock. "Christ, you feel so fucking good." He groaned as his eyes fluttered close. That arse was so fucking tight and glorious Adrian knew he wasn't going to last. But then almost immediately his eyes shot open when realization hit him. Oliver had already been lubed up. "You…" Again Adrian lost his train of thought when he focused on Oliver's ecstasy-ravaged face. His lovely green eyes were dilated and glazed with utter pleasure, his kiss-swollen lips slightly parted, face flushed… Adrian had never seen a sexier Oliver. "Damn, you're so fucking hot, Olly. So sexy and beautiful." Adrian whispered, almost as if the moment was sacred and needed to be kept as such.

Oliver licked his lips, his breath coming out harshly. "I've missed this so much." His voice was barely above a whisper. "God, you feel so fucking good Adrian." He filled him like none other, searing him from the inside, giving him so much pleasure he felt goose bumps flash across his skin. "Fuck." Oliver slowly lifted off Adrian and slammed back down with a husky gasp. "Oh my God, I need to touch you Adrian." He breathed as his fingers began to quickly unbutton Adrian's shirt.

After undoing two buttons, Oliver impatiently and forcefully pulled the shirt apart, not caring at all that buttons were flying everywhere. He needed to touch Adrian and some buttons were sure as fuck not going to stand in his way. And even as he bounced wantonly on Adrian, he pulled the ruined shirt off with Adrian's help. Then he quickly pulled off Adrian's undershirt and dipped his head to latch onto a taut nipple.

"Fuck!" Adrian gasped, almost crawling out of his skin when Oliver started working that nipple. Whatever Oliver was doing to that pebbled flesh felt so heavenly, exquisite sensations slammed into Adrian, sending him directly to the edge. He felt his balls draw up. Adrian knew he was about to blow but he wasn't ready to end it. "Shit…shit…stop moving Olly." He growled as his hands went to Oliver's arse to hold him still. "Oh fuck…kiss me baby." To stop himself from tumbling off the edge, Adrian needed Oliver's mouth off his nipple. And he knew the only way he could get him off was to ask for a kiss.

"I need to move." Oliver whimpered, sitting upright to take Adrian's mouth as had been requested. But then the change in angle caused Adrian's cock to graze that walnut-sized gland inside him that emanated so much pleasure, causing him to groan into the kiss. He was rock hard and dripping with precum.

With his dripping cock trapped between them, Oliver rode Adrian hard. From his position, he controlled the fuck, knowing the perfect angle to get that sweet gland inside him, nailed. The stimulation to that pleasure button, and the friction between the hair on Adrian's torso and the sensitive underside of his cock was so exquisite Oliver lost control. Grabbing both of Adrian's hands off his arse cheeks, he entwined his fingers with his and brought their linked hands to the sides of Adrian's head. Then with an erotic cry, he began to gyrate on Adrian. Oliver set a brutal pace, his hips moving fast as he rode Adrian, his head thrown back in ecstatic abandon, his cries growing louder and louder with each thrust.

"So good…Oh God, yes." Oliver was delirious with pleasure. When he felt his orgasm right there beneath the surface, he began to move almost frenziedly, desperate for that euphoric release.

"Fuck Olly…"Adrian breathed in awe as he looked at Oliver. He thought he looked totally hot and absolutely stunning. The man was the definition of sex, Adrian thought awed. Oliver was the reason the word was invented.

Adrian felt he could watch Oliver that way for the rest of his life and not get bored. He burned that image into his memory, wishing he had the talent to paint. He would have captured the way Oliver looked right then and framed it. He was simply breathtaking and Adrian knew he was the luckiest man on earth to have the attentions of such a wonderful and beautiful person.

"Oh shit." Adrian gasped when he felt Oliver suddenly tighten up on him. Sensations slammed into him as his eyes fluttered closed despite his attempts to keep them open. He didn't know what hit him.

Adrian cried out his pleasure as a powerful orgasm slammed into him without warning. One moment he was thinking about how hot Oliver looked and the next, he was filling his channel with his hot cum. And even as he writhed against Oliver in utter bliss, he felt Oliver release his hands, cup his face and crash his mouth against his. Then Oliver started convulsing rhythmically against him, spilling his hot essence between them, the exquisite contractions of his arse muscles on Adrian's cock totally blowing Adrian's mind. Adrian wrapped his arms tightly around Oliver, kissing him back and drinking in his lustful cries even as they writhed against each other, both floating on glorious pleasure.

They held each other in a strangling embrace, kissing and nipping languidly till their breathing returned to normal. And for long moments, they just held each other, with Oliver's face hidden against Adrian's neck.

"Good?" Adrian asked softly, smiling when Oliver nodded against him.

"Needed that. Thanks." Oliver murmured, kissing Adrian lightly on the neck.

"I missed you." Adrian said softly. "So damn much."

"How are you?" Oliver asked and then promptly winced when he felt an intense shudder pass through Adrian. He wished he could tell him all would be well but he just couldn't. Not with what they both knew was coming.

"Hanging in there." Adrian muttered shakily, causing Oliver's chest to tighten with such physical pain he gasped.

With a sound between a groan and a moan, Oliver cupped the sides of Adrian's face, locked eyes with him and then did what he'd vowed to himself not to do…

"I love you, Adrian." He whispered with so much emotion. He couldn't have stopped himself from blurting those words even if a gun had been held to his head. "Every time I think it's impossible to love you more, I do. Every-fucking-day." His voice shook. "I love the way you make me feel. The way you take me…ravage me…I just…" He shook his head in wonderment. "It's indescribable Adrian. I love you more than life itself. I just thought you should know."

Adrian tightened his arms around Oliver. "Fuck!" He already knew how Oliver felt about him. He would be a fool not to know. But it still shook him to the very core, hearing those words coming from Oliver. Hearing those words also loosened something within him, making him almost light-headed. Adrian wasn't surprised when he felt the moisture on his cheeks. And when he felt Oliver kissing away his tears, they came even faster. "I know baby." Adrian breathed shakily. "I know."

***

Two weeks after Oliver declared his love for Adrian, Donna passed. It was peaceful and in the presence of Adrian and her doctor, Elise. Adrian was lying beside her in bed, holding her so close he could feel when she took her last breath. He started sobbing. The sounds tearing out of him were so gut-wrenchingly pitiful Elise decided to give him his privacy and left the room.

Adrian shocked himself. He thought he would take it well as he'd known what was coming for a while. But it still hurt. He couldn't believe Donna was actually gone. And the fact that she had to suffer for such a long time made the sadness within even worse. Twenty-two was too young an age to have something such as what happened, to befall Donna. It just wasn't fair. Adrian cried like he'd never cried before. When Elise came back in after an hour, Adrian was still sobbing.

"Adrian, we have to take her away." She said softy. Her own red eyes betrayed the fact that she'd had her share of tears. She'd been Donna's doctor for years. It was only to be expected.

"Elise please…" Adrian sobbed. "Gi…give me…"

"I'll come back later." Elise gave him another thirty minutes.

Eventually Adrian quieted down, pressed a kiss to Donna's forehead and got out of the bed to enable the body to be taken out.

A private burial ceremony was held for Donna. Adrian, their two children, his mother, Donna's parents and her brother, and then Elise and Donna's two nurses were the only people in attendance. Adrian didn't invite Oliver. He hadn't spoken to him since the death. Oliver had tried to reach out by calling and sending messages but Adrian neither picked his calls nor answered to the messages. Besides the fact that he felt he had to show Donna some respect so soon after her death by not being with his lover, Adrian just didn't feel like talking to Oliver. Josh and Pearl had asked on different occasions that they wanted to go visit Oliver but Adrian had stopped them, telling them he would let them know when it was okay to go visit.

Just as Donna had predicted, Adrian had totally drawn away from Oliver.

"Adrian please. Call me back. I miss you." Oliver cut the line and sat back in his chair. He'd lost count of the number of times he'd left messages on Adrian's phone.

It had been six weeks since Donna's death and eight weeks since he'd last laid eyes on Adrian. To say he was hurt when Adrian had not invited him to the burial ceremony would be an understatement. But Oliver understood. After all, he wasn't family. But what hurt even more was Adrian's silence. Oliver had made an effort by going to the hospital but had been told Dr. Graham was on leave. He'd gone to the house but had been told at the gate that Adrian was not accepting visitors. He'd insisted and told the security personnel that they should tell Adrian it was him. And it had been even more humiliating when they'd told him that Dr. Graham said he would get in touch with him later. Oliver had been devastated.

After waiting for a week with no word from Adrian, he'd gone back to the house but had been told that Adrian was on vacation somewhere they couldn't disclose. The kids, he was told, were with their maternal grandparents. Oliver had stood there staring at the security guy for a while, a myriad of emotions running through him. Anger, frustration, humiliation but most of all, Oliver was hurt. He'd never felt so frightened and alone in his life. He'd gone home and bawled his eyes out so hard he hadn't been able to go to work for two days. Jason would have gone ballistic if he'd seen him then and Oliver didn't want that.

"Hey." Jason popped his head into Oliver's office. "The guys are in. We'll be meeting in…hey are you okay?" He asked when he noticed the abject expression on Oliver's face as he stared at the phone in his hand. Jason stepped into the office and closed the door. "What's wrong Olly?"

"Nothing, I'm…"

"Bullshit." Jason cut him off. He already knew Adrian had gone MIA on Oliver. "What did Graham do? I knew…"

"Jace please." Oliver groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. Jason had always been protective of him. Oliver was therefore not surprised at his reaction to seeing him so unhappy.

"Has he finally called to say someth…" Jason began between clenched teeth.

"He hasn't alright?" Oliver bellowed. "He's done nothing at all." He whispered and then furiously wiped at his eyes. "He still wouldn't talk to me, Jace. I've kept calling, sending messages… Nothing."

"That son of a bitch." Jason muttered, drawing Oliver out of his chair and into his arms.

"He's grieving, have some respect." Oliver said shakily. "He'll come around."

Jason snorted. "The woman has been dead for over a month now. How long is it going to take him to grieve? Shouldn't life go on? What about you? Doesn't he care at all?"

"I don't know what else to do Jason. I promised her. Now I'm just…" He gave a deep sigh when Jason released him from his embrace.

"Don't waste your time on someone who isn't willing to waste their time on you, Olly."

"Jason please…"

"Do you still want to pursue this relationship? Wouldn't you rather forget about him and move on?"

"I love him, Jace." Oliver moaned.

Jason snorted as he sat in one of the chairs in Oliver's office. "More often than not, people fall in love with people they can't really have." He muttered, drawing a soft sigh from Oliver.

"I was told this would happen and that makes me rather want to reach out even more." Oliver sat down too. "I already feel as if I've failed Donna. But I wasn't even given the chance." He groaned. "I need to see him and be there for him. Do you understand?"

Jason sighed. "Unfortunately I do." They sat quietly for some time, each lost in his thoughts, till Jason broke the silence. "I guess we have to take matters into our own hands. Why don't you give me some time to check things out?"

"What are you going to do?" Oliver asked with narrowed eyes. Jason was called The Snoop when they were in school. He had a knack for snooping around and uncovering things that people wouldn't have known ordinarily. He always said it was his talent.

"Hey, what's the use of having a talent if I can't use it?"

"Jace…"

"Relax. I just want you to surprise the good doctor wherever he is." Jason said getting to his feet. I know people like Graham, Olly. If you don't push, you'll lose them forever. Pussies if you ask me." He muttered as he turned towards the door. At the door he stopped and turned to look at Oliver. "He's going to have the shock of his life. All you have to do is be your sweet self, but this time, with a touch of aggression. He won't know what hit him. Coming?" Jason left the office.

Oliver stared at the door for a moment and then felt himself smile for the first time in he didn't even know how long. He felt better somehow. But then Jason always knew how to lift his spirits. And even as he left his office for his meeting, there was a glimmer of hope in his heart.

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"I'm sorry, Dr. Graham is indisposed." The Scorpion King lookalike with a scowl on his face, told Oliver at the door of Adrian's luxury lake house.

Oliver stared at the man. He'd seen him in Adrian's hospital about twice. He was supposed to be the head of Adrian's security detail but Adrian didn't usually allow him to stay by his side as he was supposed to.

"Listen man, I've travelled all the way from Florida to see Dr. Graham." Oliver said with a deep sigh. "It's a life and death situation, Sir. I need to…"

"I'm only doing my job buddy." The huge man scowled as he looked past Oliver to the sleek rented Audi parked in the driveway. "The boss told me not to allow any visitors so…"

"Mr…" Oliver waited for the man to supply his name but he didn't. "Look, you seem like a very nice fellow." Oliver said with a smile. People liked his smile. He hoped The Scorpion King in front of him would. "Can I call you…'The Rock'?" He asked with a slight tilt of his head. "You look so much like him. I…"

"Name's Mark." The man finally gave his name. "So what do you want from Dr. Graham?"

"My name is Oliver. I'm sure you've seen me before…" When Mark remained quiet, Oliver went on. "I need to see him." Oliver said urgently. "You'll be saving a life if you allow me to see him. My life."

"You don't look sick." Mark snorted.

"You have no idea. Please, just allow me inside to talk to him. This is my i.d." Oliver pulled out an i.d. from his wallet and held it out to Mark but the scowling man didn't even attempt to take it. "I don't mean him any hard. I just really need to see him." Oliver sounded desperate.

Mark stared at Oliver. Of course he knew him. There was very little that Mark didn't know when it came to his employer. And he definitely knew the relationship between Oliver and his boss. A relationship that no one else knew about apart from his boss' late wife. Well, Mark had his instructions. No one was to be allowed to see Adrian. But just like every other staff in the lake house, he was worried about his grieving boss. The man needed to start living. He needed to come out of his bedroom. He wasn't eating at all. All his boss did was call him to send up a fresh bottle of whiskey whenever he emptied a bottle. No one had even been to look for the man in all the weeks that he'd been holed up in there because Adrian had created the impression that he was going on an important business trip. That had been the first time Mark had heard doctors could also go on business trips. He wondered how Adrian's loved ones could have bought that. Maybe Oliver was the answer. Maybe he could at least get the man to take a breather from his self-destruction quest. Mark knew just how much Adrian liked Oliver. He'd seen how he looked at Oliver whenever he thought no one was watching. Yes, Oliver was definitely the answer.

"Alright I'm going to allow you in." Mark said.

"Oh thanks Ma…"

"But for a totally different reason from your so-called sickness." Mark extended his hand, indicating that Oliver dropped his car key in his palm. "Now, let's get something straight here buddy. If you make me, in anyway, regret allowing you in, I'll serial kill your arse." He growled, making Oliver take a step back in fear.

"Easy there big fella." Oliver's hands shot up in a sign of innocence. "I promise I won't give you course to kill me."

"Who's there Mark?" Oliver heard a female voice ask from somewhere behind Mark.

Mark pushed the door open. "Oliver. Here to see Dr. Graham." Mark drawled, beckoning Oliver to enter the huge elegantly decorated foyer.

"You know he can't see any…" The elderly lady hissed at Mark.

"Well, I think he should, Ms. Sandra." Mark hissed right back. "The man is wasting away. If…"

"What did you say?" Oliver gasped as his heart began to pound like a son of a bitch.

"Noth…" Mark began but got cut off.

"Take me to him." Oliver commanded in a shaky voice, his eyes suspiciously bright. Both Mark and Sandra's eyes widened at Oliver's tone. "Take me to him now!" He growled, the command in his voice brooking no argument.

"This way." Sandra said, turning to lead the way.

"Ms. Sandra, maybe we should inform…" Mark began but no one was paying him any attention. He shut the door and followed the two up the stairs.

Oliver could feel himself shaking as he climbed the stairs behind Sandra. He dreaded what he was about to see. What had Mark meant by 'wasting away'? Oh God, please. He prayed.

"This is his room." Sandra paused when she got to a closed door. "I'll just knock and…" But before she could finish what she was saying, Oliver reached out and opened the door. Then ignoring Sandra's gasp, he stepped inside.

The room was dark, very cool and reeked of alcohol. Oliver could tell it was a huge bedroom. There was a seating area and a dining area for four. It was already noon but the blinds hadn't been drawn. His eyes landed on the bed and its lone occupant. When he took a step, his foot hit a bottle. He really hoped that wasn't all what Adrian did…drink.

"Don't tell me that's all he does." Oliver rasped. "Drink…"

Sandra nodded. "No food. Just alcohol." She said quietly when she noticed that Oliver wasn't looking at her.

"Fuck." Oliver swore as he abruptly moved towards the windows. He drew back all the blinds and began to open the windows. "Put off the air condition, Sandra." He threw over his shoulders.

"What the fuck is going on here." Adrian croaked from the bed.

Jack Ketterer watched as workers cleared the last of the furnishings out of the building once owned by Ross Holdings, the company where he and his former wife, Diane, both worked. He smiled as he took pictures of the items being moved out of the building, knowing he would use them to humiliate David Ross, the former CEO and founder of the company now paying his debt to society along with Diane.

It started innocently enough. Diane once worked for Jack as his secretary but he and others saw something in her, mentored her and before long, she was his equal. They took an instant liking to each other and despite her being several years his junior, got married after a months-long engagement. Life, at least as far as Jack was concerned, was perfect. He had the perfect job, the perfect wife and everything else fell into place.

That is, until the day Jack lost his job. He was told it was because of the recession and given a hefty severance package. That, along with the monthly dividends he received from a huge trust fund set up by his grandparents, kept their heads above water. Jack approached Diane about contributing to the household budget, but she balked, claiming that she would take care of it if only he would give her control of the finances and his trust fund.

That surprised Jack, who saw his marriage as a corporation made up of two equal partners. So much for that, he thought. Perhaps it was a good thing that his parents made her sign a prenuptial agreement that kept her away from the trust.

The job search was also not going well for Jack. He would get interviews but was always told the same thing - either he didn't have the right skill set or they needed someone with more experience. It all sounded like bullshit to him, making him believe that someone was blackballing him.

Then he learned that Diane had been given a promotion and hired someone to take his old job. That didn't sit too well with him at all.

"Dammit, Diane, that job meant so much to me. Why couldn't you at least give me a shot at it?" he asked.

"Fuck off, Jack. It's not my fault you lost your job," she said. Her tone softened after she saw the look of shock on Jack's face. "I'm sorry, Jack. Look, let me talk with Barbara in HR and see what we can come up with, okay?"

"Thanks, Diane," he said, "I appreciate it."

A few days later, Diane approached Jack at the dinner table.

"I talked with Barbara and she said Ann really needs someone to take care of the files in the cave. It's not much, only minimum wage, but at least it would be a foot in the door and you'd have some benefits again."

"Thanks, Diane, I appreciate it. At this point, I'd take just about anything. You mentioned benefits. Am I not already listed on your benefits?"

"Well no, Jack, you lost your benefits when you lost your job and I haven't been able to add you because the open enrollment period hasn't come around again," she said. Jack accepted that for now but wondered to himself why she wouldn't have listed him when she first got promoted.

"Also," he added, "didn't OSHA declare the cave unfit for human habitation?" The "cave," as it was called, was a dark, dusty airless basement that was freezing cold in the winter and unbearably hot in the summer. It had been a bone of contention with state and federal environmental agencies since there were still pipes covered in asbestos and the company refused to get the hazardous material removed due to the high cost of remediation.

"Well, you can clean it up and make it work," Diane told him. "By the way, if you accept the position, you will start Monday, right after the annual company gala."

"I'll take it for now, at least until something better comes along," he said.

"What, you're not going to stay there after everything I went through to get you that job?" Diane asked.

"Well, no, Diane, I'm not staying in a dead-end minimum wage job in a death trap for the rest of my career. You honestly didn't expect I would, did you?"

"Maybe not," Diane said quietly. "I just thought you might show a bit more appreciation for all I've done for you. It wasn't easy getting this set up for you."

That Friday, they attended the annual corporate gala and listened as David announced a banner year for the company. Max Schell, the chairman of the board of directors, also gave a toast, thanking everyone for their hard work and dedication to the company. He raised his glass and looked directly at Jack with a smile on his face.

Jack's attention, however, was on his lovely wife, who wore a short satin dress with nothing underneath. He couldn't wait to get her home so he could sample her freshly shaved pussy.