FIC: Oliver Wants, 1/1, R
Title: Oliver Wants
Author: Tara Keezer
Rating: R
Fandom: Slings & Arrows
Notes: Geoffrey's oblivious, and Oliver isn't, so this gets a non-con warning; set during S2, which is why this is a bit darker than my usual style (yes, I'm blaming Mackers); 641 words.
~*~*~
Oliver wants.
He wants so, so much that greedy doesn't begin to describe his state of mind. He wants those fingers, sturdy and square, to run along his skin, to frig him, to squeeze his cock. He wants that tongue, capable and smooth, to lick him, to taste him, to tease him sweetly. He wants those eyes, blue and changeable, to seek out his secrets, to see him as he is, to watch him in passion. He wants Geoffrey to understand that -
Oliver wants.
He thinks, sometimes, that it's this want which holds him here. He also thinks that his relationship with Geoffrey has never been better, even with Geoffrey yelling at him in front of the company - not that the yelling matters. What does matter is that even when Geoffrey is yelling at him, he's yelling at him. Oliver. Two years ago, such a thing was unimaginable. Two years ago, he'd been convinced that he was quit of Geoffrey - and that all-consuming want - for good. Now, though, Oliver has Geoffrey's undivided attention on a regular basis, and it's always been something that -
Oliver wants.
He stares down at Geoffrey, who's taken refuge in the storage room against a sea of Ellen, and Oliver thinks about what he wants and what he's close to being given freely. Geoffrey's at his lowest ebb in years, and Oliver has been working that angle, showing him that Oliver could be a true partner. Working to convince Geoffrey that he wants what -
Oliver wants.
Geoffrey needs someone - Oliver, for instance - to take him in hand and guide him. Geoffrey is in danger of getting lost in the play, which isn't a bad thing, as far as Oliver is concerned, but it could be misconstrued. He believes, in fact, that it would be misconstrued, and that, unfortunately, is Oliver's fault, though really, it's Geoffrey's fault. Incandescent, passionate, stubborn Geoffrey is the real reason Oliver is dead. And he's the reason Oliver is back, because -
Oliver wants.
Oliver wants Geoffrey. Oliver wants Geoffrey to touch him. Oliver wants Geoffrey to kiss him. Oliver wants Geoffrey to look at him with all the fire and passion he has when he looks at Ellen. Oliver wants Geoffrey to stop being so willfully blind to what -
Oliver wants.
Geoffrey is asleep and unknowing, though in truth, Geoffrey is unknowing even when he's awake. To this day, Geoffrey still thinks Oliver fucked Ellen, still believes that Oliver was jealous because Ellen was so strongly influenced by Geoffrey. Beautiful twit. He never really understood the true shape of Oliver's envy. He never stopped to think that he himself might be what -
Oliver wants.
Reaching out with both hands, Oliver hesitates a moment before continuing to Geoffrey's belt. He can do this without waking Geoffrey up; he knows - he's done it before. Oliver moves carefully and deliberately, undoing the belt, the top button, the zipper. Geoffrey's boxers are already tenting up, because even though Geoffrey is unaware, his cock is not. It's learned to jump at this particular point in the proceedings, and Oliver pulls it through the opening with a kind of reverence. He worships at the temple of Geoffrey's cock, since -
Oliver wants.
He sets a smooth rhythm this night, hard and fast, just the way he himself enjoyed once upon a time. Oliver collects the fluid leaking out of Geoffrey's cock and uses it to aid and abet this midnight assault. Geoffrey doesn't last long under Oliver's ministrations, and when Geoffrey comes - into a handkerchief Oliver keeps handy - he calls out a name. The wrong name. Every. Single. Time. No matter. She threw Geoffrey away, but Oliver is still there, still supporting Geoffrey, still loving him with helpless greed. Oliver tucks Geoffrey away and disposes of the evidence. And Geoffrey sleeps a little more deeply, oblivious to what -
Oliver wants.
Author: Tara Keezer
Rating: R
Fandom: Slings & Arrows
Notes: Geoffrey's oblivious, and Oliver isn't, so this gets a non-con warning; set during S2, which is why this is a bit darker than my usual style (yes, I'm blaming Mackers); 641 words.
~*~*~
Oliver wants.
He wants so, so much that greedy doesn't begin to describe his state of mind. He wants those fingers, sturdy and square, to run along his skin, to frig him, to squeeze his cock. He wants that tongue, capable and smooth, to lick him, to taste him, to tease him sweetly. He wants those eyes, blue and changeable, to seek out his secrets, to see him as he is, to watch him in passion. He wants Geoffrey to understand that -
Oliver wants.
He thinks, sometimes, that it's this want which holds him here. He also thinks that his relationship with Geoffrey has never been better, even with Geoffrey yelling at him in front of the company - not that the yelling matters. What does matter is that even when Geoffrey is yelling at him, he's yelling at him. Oliver. Two years ago, such a thing was unimaginable. Two years ago, he'd been convinced that he was quit of Geoffrey - and that all-consuming want - for good. Now, though, Oliver has Geoffrey's undivided attention on a regular basis, and it's always been something that -
Oliver wants.
He stares down at Geoffrey, who's taken refuge in the storage room against a sea of Ellen, and Oliver thinks about what he wants and what he's close to being given freely. Geoffrey's at his lowest ebb in years, and Oliver has been working that angle, showing him that Oliver could be a true partner. Working to convince Geoffrey that he wants what -
Oliver wants.
Geoffrey needs someone - Oliver, for instance - to take him in hand and guide him. Geoffrey is in danger of getting lost in the play, which isn't a bad thing, as far as Oliver is concerned, but it could be misconstrued. He believes, in fact, that it would be misconstrued, and that, unfortunately, is Oliver's fault, though really, it's Geoffrey's fault. Incandescent, passionate, stubborn Geoffrey is the real reason Oliver is dead. And he's the reason Oliver is back, because -
Oliver wants.
Oliver wants Geoffrey. Oliver wants Geoffrey to touch him. Oliver wants Geoffrey to kiss him. Oliver wants Geoffrey to look at him with all the fire and passion he has when he looks at Ellen. Oliver wants Geoffrey to stop being so willfully blind to what -
Oliver wants.
Geoffrey is asleep and unknowing, though in truth, Geoffrey is unknowing even when he's awake. To this day, Geoffrey still thinks Oliver fucked Ellen, still believes that Oliver was jealous because Ellen was so strongly influenced by Geoffrey. Beautiful twit. He never really understood the true shape of Oliver's envy. He never stopped to think that he himself might be what -
Oliver wants.
Reaching out with both hands, Oliver hesitates a moment before continuing to Geoffrey's belt. He can do this without waking Geoffrey up; he knows - he's done it before. Oliver moves carefully and deliberately, undoing the belt, the top button, the zipper. Geoffrey's boxers are already tenting up, because even though Geoffrey is unaware, his cock is not. It's learned to jump at this particular point in the proceedings, and Oliver pulls it through the opening with a kind of reverence. He worships at the temple of Geoffrey's cock, since -
Oliver wants.
He sets a smooth rhythm this night, hard and fast, just the way he himself enjoyed once upon a time. Oliver collects the fluid leaking out of Geoffrey's cock and uses it to aid and abet this midnight assault. Geoffrey doesn't last long under Oliver's ministrations, and when Geoffrey comes - into a handkerchief Oliver keeps handy - he calls out a name. The wrong name. Every. Single. Time. No matter. She threw Geoffrey away, but Oliver is still there, still supporting Geoffrey, still loving him with helpless greed. Oliver tucks Geoffrey away and disposes of the evidence. And Geoffrey sleeps a little more deeply, oblivious to what -
Oliver wants.