Blue Eyes (boyxboy)

Second

Left alone again, Oliver got the door to the apartment open and let him and Simon inside. He walked toward the bedroom, pulling his shirt over his head along the way.

The lock clicked, signaling Simon's hands were empty, and Oliver threw his shirt down, not caring where it landed. He ran into Simon's bedroom and jumped on the bed, grinning as he rolled over.

Simon stood at the foot of the bed, fully dressed. His blue eyes were hungry as he slowly looked over Oliver's bare chest. "You know, I think a couple days is too long. Maybe you should move in...."

Oliver shook his head. "Your dad, man. We can't do that."

Once more, that strange look entered Simon's eyes, but he shook his head. "We'll talk about it later." He threw a bottle of whiskey onto the bed next to Oliver. "You get the first one, and no more undressing. That's my pleasure."

"Absolutely, Sim." Pulling the bottle close, Oliver sat up and scooted so his back was to the head of the bed.

Simon left to grab the other two bottles, then took a seat beside Oliver. "So, where shall we begin tonight? The bedroom, kitchen, bathroom...." Simon trailed off at the smile on Oliver's face.

Taking a swig from the bottle, Oliver pushed off the bed, then looked at Simon. "Your mother was a cop before she died, right?" At Simon's cautious nod, Oliver's smile widened. "We're gonna need a pair of handcuffs."

Simon's eyes widened at the implication. He couldn't help the smirk that lifted the corner of his mouth. "You sure about that? Last time I tied you up was with scarves, and you went ape-shit over that."

Oliver shook his head. "Not for me." He pointed at Simon. "For you."

Simon laughed. "You think I'm gonna lay down for you to handcuff me?"

"Get them handcuffs, get back in here, and we'll see just what you're willing to do once I'm done."

Narrowing his eyes, Simon stood up and prowled around the bed until he cornered Oliver. "You want to give me orders, Oliver, you'll have to do better than tha-" His sentence broke off as the door to his bedroom slammed against the wall, making them both jump.

Silvia gave them a dull look. "Seriously, learn to lock the doors. If I were anyone else, I'd be pissed to hell." She gave Oliver a hot look. "Please tell me I haven't missed the fun yet." Desire darkened her bluish-gray eyes.

Simon stepped away from Oliver and made his way to his sister. "I need something of mom's."

"What?" She looked up at Simon.

"Her old handcuffs. Both pairs, preferably, but one'll work."

Eyes wide, Silvia left to get them what they wanted.

"Perfect. That should buy us a couple minutes while she's busy finding them." Oliver stalked to the doorway as Simon shut and locked the front door. "Should we change the locks, though, just for good measure?"

"Nah, she'd just break in like she used to. Wouldn't be worth the payment." Simon pulled Oliver close and kissed him.

Grabbing his wide shoulders, Oliver guided Simon to the bed without breaking the kiss. He undid Simon's button and zipper, then pushed his jean's down to his thighs.

Simon tried to hold him to the kiss, but Oliver broke away and dropped to his knees. Panting, Simon stood still as he watched Oliver pull his boots off, followed by his socks, jeans, and underwear.

As Oliver caught sight of his engorged cock, Simon could have sworn his boyfriend's eyes went from their usual green to a yellowish-green mix. His eyes darkened with hunger, and Simon reached down to fist his hand in Oliver's hair.