August 9th, Ireland

[gredisfred]

Fred shifted slightly, kissing the warm skin under his cheek. He shifted slowly, disentangling himself by inches. He could tell from the light in the room that it was still very early. Fred tiptoed from the room, grabbing his jeans off the chair and snagging a T-shirt out of the open bag on the floor

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[gredisfred]

"I've never been a player. We've had this discussion. Just love me, Oliver. I don't care how."

[reservekeeper]

"Just because you look, doesn't mean your a player." He pulled Fred tight against his chest. "I do love you."

[gredisfred]

"I know. Do you know that I love you? Do you?" Fred leaned up to look Oliver in the eye.

[reservekeeper]

Oliver opened his mouth and closed it again, leaning up to kiss Fred before pulling back once more. "Yes... I don't understand it. But I know that you love. Feels like a dream."

[gredisfred]

"Are you still trying to wake up?" Fred asked, kissing Oliver's chin.

[reservekeeper]

"Trying? I never want to wake up, are you kidding?" He kissed Fred's lips. "Never."

[gredisfred]

"You don't have to wake. In fact you can't. Now what would you do with the dream?"

[reservekeeper]

He reached between them and tugged at the waistband of his jeans, moving to tug a few more buttons through their openings. "Off. Take these off now."

[gredisfred]

Fred moved, shucking the jeans off and returning to blanket Oliver with his body. "Now what?"

[reservekeeper]

Oliver slid his fingers into Fred's hair, pulling his face down and kissing him firmly. He parted Fred's lips with his tongue, licking his way inside, their breath warm and mingling together as their tongues slipped around one another. His other hand moved down the soft curve of Fred's back, pulling him flush against Oliver's body, warm and soft and perfect.

[gredisfred]

He tasted like morning breath and ale and that spicy hint of something that was just his lover. Fred's body relaxed, growing heavier as he pressed his whole body against his lover.

[reservekeeper]

"Let me fuck you," he whispered, sliding fingers gently over Fred's arse. "Roll over. I want you like this, lying on me. That all right?"

[gredisfred]

Fred shifted, rolling over carefully. "Never done this, don't want to mash you, Keeper." Fred settled awkwardly, head falling back against Oliver's shoulder, turning his head to kiss his cheek. "Like this?"

[reservekeeper]

Oliver smiled against his cheek and slid his hands down Fred's hips. "Yes," he hissed, shifting beneath Fred, spreading his legs and pushing Fred's wider apart. "You won't hurt me like this, don't worry. Relax against me. I've got you." He smoothed his palms over Fred's belly and up to his nipples, pulling them gently as he shifted underneath him, a soft rocking motion.

[gredisfred]

Fred hissed softly. Oliver felt lovely underneath him but the position was awkward. He felt a bit off balance, terribly vulnerable, but he trusted Oliver. "Tell me how to do this."

[reservekeeper]

"Nothing to it," Oliver whispered in his ear. "All you have to do is relax, and let me make you feel good. I've got you, I won't let you fall." He reached one hand over to the nightstand and retrieved the lube, uncapping it one handed and squeezing some onto his fingers. He dropped the tube onto the sheets and slid his hand between them, just under Fred's arse, his fingers wiggling up into his crevice. "Tell me if I hurt you." He slowly began stretching Fred, sliding one then two fingers into his tight hole.