Chapter 3 Oliver Bennett vs. Adrian Graham: Unquenchable lust…mutual attraction!

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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 doing that on his first visit had rubbed Oliver the wrong way. 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 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 the latest Fifa game 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.”

“Aw 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 that 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. Afterward, 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 couch 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.