We got more drinks. My head was spinning and more of my friends had joined us. Oliver had met my dad several times and Dad had always been fond of him. He knew what Oliver meant to me. How Oliver always looked out for me.

Dion also kept scooting closer and closer to me. More people joined and he just kept coming closer and closer. And we were both drunk. My dad had talked to Achilleus to make sure it was alright he paid for our night off, and yeah. Of course, it was okay. My dad paid very handsomely.

“Come on,” Dion murmured and pulled me to my feet.

I chuckled and just followed, shrugging at my dad when he asked where we were going. I had no idea, but I bet it’d be fun when Dion wanted to do something. He had the best ideas.

He opened the door to a utility closet and shoved me inside. I couldn’t help but laugh as he closed the door and pushed me up against the wall.

“What are you doing?” I asked and looked down at him.

“I need you,” he said and wrapped his fingers around my neck, pulling me down to kiss him.

My hands got a life of their own, going directly for his butt, clenching it while pressing his body to mine. Blood was pumping in my ears and I couldn’t stop myself. I hadn’t even realised how much I had wanted to touch him all night. I was craving to taste his mouth. To hear him moan. Our shift couldn’t end fast enough.

“We can’t do this here,” I murmured against his lips.

“I know, but gods, I want to.” He pulled back, wrapping his fingers around the fabric of my shirt.

“Hold on,” I said and turned us around. I kissed him very deeply before I moved down to sit on my knees. I pulled his shirt up and kissed his stomach.

“Oh fuck,” he breathed and ran his fingers through my hair.

I opened his trousers and took him in my mouth. He whimpered and clenched his fingers in my hair, tipping his head up. It sounded like he was losing his mind. And I loved that. I loved that he was this into it. I wasn’t as good as he was, but he made me feel like I was. Nothing turned me on more than feeling like he was having a good time.

“Arlo, I’m gonna cum.”

That was fast.

I didn’t stop. And Dion didn’t stop me. He knew he had warned me. He knew what me not stopping meant. He groaned loudly and pushed his hips forward, pressing my mouth down on him.

When he calmed down, he pulled me back to my feet and kissed me so passionately, before he pulled back and smiled up at me. “I’m repaying that favour when we get home. Tenfold.”

This shift really couldn’t end soon enough.

 ***

I slammed the door behind us, grabbed Dion and hoisted him up, wrapping his legs around my hips as I walked towards the bedroom. He laughed and took my face in his hands, kissing me. Stumbling I made it to the bedroom and very carefully put Dion down the bed.

“Now, what did you have planned?” I asked as I unbuttoned my shirt.

He moved further up and took care of his own dress shirt, tossing it on the floor. “Come here and find out.”

I chuckled and hurried up, getting my trousers off. Dion smiled as I crawled towards him, kissing him as I pulled his trousers off. He lifted up his hips and I got him freed from his clothes.

“On your stomach,” he murmured and pushed on my shoulder.

I obeyed and Dion went to work. I muffled my groans in the pillow, balling my fists in the sheets. My hips moved with his fingers and he was kissing my back, so softly, his tongue pressing against my skin.

“You’re so hot,” he murmured and very slowly pressed against me.

I couldn’t hold back a loud groan. I lifted my hips up, moving with his. His fingers ran over my head before curling around the locks of my hair. His hot breath hit my shoulder and it was coming out in pants already.

Way too soon, he stopped. “Turn around. I want to see you.”

I turned and circled my arms around him the second he settled between my legs. He smiled and kissed me, his hips moving again, but this time he was much gentler and slower.

“Arlo,” he murmured against my lips. “I love you.”

All air left my lungs as I finished. I clenched my arms around him, my body shaking from exhaustion. But he followed the pulses of my body, kissing my throat as I tried to calm down.

I took his face in my hands, looking him in the eye. “I love you too.”

He smiled and grabbed my hand, fitting his fingers in between mine as he started moving faster. He was amazing. So amazing. And I loved him so much.

Maybe professing our love to each other wasn’t the best idea when we were both drunk, but… I had been there for a while. In that headspace. I was head over heels in love with him.

He was kissing me so softly and I couldn’t stop moaning. I sounded weird. Amazing Dion wasn’t laughing his ass off. Also, because my hand kept running over his back and ribs, and he was squirming under my touch, so I stopped.

“Don’t stop,” he panted. “Don’t stop touching me.”

I smiled up at him and ran my hand over his ribs again. He whimpered and clenched his fingers around mine. And then I felt him pulsing. A groan got pushed out of his mouth and he jerked his hips hard as pleasure travelled through his body. He dumped down on my chest, fighting to catch his breath.

“You’re amazing,” he panted.

“No, no. You are.” I ran my hand over his back and turned us around, so we were both on our sides. “And I meant what I said.”

“I did too,” he murmured and smiled before he kissed me feather softly. “I love you so much.”

I almost giggled, but I stopped myself. I had to be at least a little cool right now. “Why are you telling me now?”

“I couldn’t hold it back anymore. And I wanted to say it.”

I might’ve giggled a little. Just a little. But who could blame me? The most perfect guy ever had just professed his love for me. And I loved him so fiercely back.

“I’m glad you did. I was kind of building up the courage to say it too. I have for a while.”

“I know,” he whispered. “I’ve known for a while. I just… Had to be sure.”

“Sure of what?” I cupped his cheek and smiled, running my thumb under his eye.

“Of you. That… I could trust you.”

I looked down at his lips and then back up again. “And what made you so sure?”

“You kissed me after… After I…” He sighed deeply. “You kissed me after I blew you.”

I snorted. “Really? That’s what did it for you?”

“Do you know how many wants to kiss me after I’ve had their cocks in my mouth?”

I cringed a little. “No, not really.”

“None. Most of them don’t even wanna kiss me. I’ve been on dates. I’ve tried dating and then they find out about what I do for a living and they don’t even wanna touch my hand. But you…” He moved in and kissed me, and I kissed him back. Deeply. I lifted myself up on my elbow, guiding him on his back without breaking the kiss.

“I don’t care, Dion,” I murmured against his lips.

He smiled up at me, his eyes shiny. “And that’s why I love you.” He lifted his head and kissed me again.

His mouth was so soft. I wanted to drown in this kiss. Stay in it for eternity. Just never stop feeling his tongue press against mine. Never stop tasting the last drink he had before we left. His smell filling my nostrils.

Just him being under me, on top of me. In me. I wanted to never not feel him. His soft skin and hands. His delicate hands. Gods, those hands were art.

“What now?” he murmured against my lips.

“What do you mean?” I lifted up on my elbow and smiled down at him.

“What are we now? We’re not just friends.”

“Dion, we were never just friends,” I whispered and kissed his cheek.

“That long for you, huh?”

“Do you even know how much I love the fact that you can eat me under the table? Like, you’re like a black hole when it comes to food. I freaking love that.”

He laughed and pushed me back on my back, snuggling up to me, his head on my chest. I slid my fingers up and down his spine and he sighed very contently.

“I love your voice. It’s so soft but so rough at the same time,” he murmured. “And your ass. Holy shit, your ass.”

My turn to laugh out loud. “Idiot.”

“I mean it. It’s like… Phenomenal.”

“Stop talking,” I laughed and turned on my side, getting Dion to be my little spoon. He settled back against me, fitting his fingers in between mine.