Sweetest Sin

"We all need friends to look out for us once in a while." Sandra said with a bright smile. "What would you want to eat Oliver? Anything you want."

Oliver chuckled as he dropped tiredly into the comfortable couch. "Just a cup of tea will do Sandra. I really don't feel like eating anything." He rubbed his eyes.

"Now, we can't have you falling sick Oliver." She admonished. "You need a good meal."

"Oh I ate on the plane." Oliver laughed. "I'm okay."

"If you say so. Your bag has been placed in the room next to Dr. Graham's. Why don't you go on up and relax in bed? I'll bring the tea up."

"I'd rather stay down here and work if you don't mind. If I see a bed, I'll sleep. But there's some stuff I have to see to." With his kind of job, working never ceased because it could be done from anywhere.

"Work?" Sandra's eyebrow almost shot up to her hairline. "How old are you hon?"

Oliver looked confused at the line of questioning. "Twenty-eight."

"Well, I'm forty-seven sugar-pops. And I'm telling you to go to bed." Sandra gave Oliver a stern look. "Now, I don't care if you decide to work in bed. But if sleep comes knocking, you damn well have to heed that call. Now be a good boy and head on upstairs. I'll bring your tea...and some freshly baked cookies up."

Oliver shook his head in amusement as he stood up. "Who am I to challenge a forty-seven year old?" He laughed. "Thanks Sandra."

When Sandra took Oliver's tea up, he was sitting in bed, busily typing away. He said thanks as she placed the trey with tea and cookies on the bedside table. At the door, Sandra turned to look at Oliver with a fond smile on her face.

"Hey?" She waited till Oliver looked up. "There's a connecting door between this room and his." She pointed her thumb at the door. "Makes it easier when you want to check on him."

"Great." Oliver said and instantly felt his face heat up as he watched Sandra's knowing grin. Fuck! Could she tell? "Thanks." She obviously could.

Shit!

***

Oliver opened the connecting door around two a.m. to check on Adrian. He was fast asleep. Oliver pulled up the covers which had been pushed down to Adrian's waist and tucked them around him again. For about ten minutes, he just stood by the bed and watched Adrian sleep. He still couldn't believe he was actually standing that close to Adrian after not seeing him for over two months. It was almost surreal. He'd missed him so fucking much. He was still angry at what Adrian had put him through, but also felt joy within that definitely trumped his anger. He reached out to gently run his fingers through Adrian's hair. It was very short after the haircut he'd given him before his bath. But its silky texture still felt heavenly against his fingers.

"What am I going to do with you?" Oliver whispered with a sigh. The love he felt inside for Adrian was so intense it sometimes left him breathless.

When he eventually went back to his room, he didn't sleep. There was work to be done. And Oliver worked till around six a.m. He knew he had to catch some sleep if he planned on taking care of Adrian the whole day. When he got ready to sleep, he decided to check up on Adrian first. Oliver smiled as he got closer to Adrian's bed. He'd flung the covers off his body again and had rather coiled himself into a ball. Adrian never could sleep under the covers. But the room was cold so he adjusted the air-conditioner and then went to cover Adrian again. As Oliver pulled the covers over Adrian, he opened his eyes and grabbed his wrist.

"Stay with me." Adrian said in a voice roughened with sleep. Oliver thought he sounded so sexy. It made him want to fuck Adrian, long and hard. "Please."

Oliver climbed into the bed but stayed on the covers. For a moment Adrian looked as if he was going to protest but he didn't. His hand however never left Oliver's wrist. His eyes closed again, though but he was obviously not asleep. Oliver didn't have the luxury of staying awake though. He was fast asleep in no time. When Adrian heard Oliver's even breathing, he opened his eyes and stared at his tired gorgeous face. He never thought he could miss someone so much.

When he opened his eyes the day before and saw Oliver standing in his bedroom, he'd thought he was dreaming. But when Oliver held him and sobbed his heart out, he'd known it wasn't a dream. He'd hated to see Oliver cry but couldn't even bring himself to tell him to stop. Not only had he been drunk, he'd also felt so weak. He must have passed out at a point because the next thing he knew, they were in the bathroom. He knew he should feel ashamed...Oliver seeing him at his lowest, but he just didn't had the energy to feel ashamed.

To Adrian, Oliver Bennett was an angel and he didn't think he deserved him at all. He'd virtually cut him out after Donna died. He knew Oliver was hurt and angry...could see it in his eyes and knew he didn't deserve his kindness or forgiveness. Well, his mind was made up. He didn't plan on being a burden on Oliver at all. And the only way he could ensure that, in his opinion, was to end their relationship. But not wanting to burden Oliver was not Adrian's only reason for wanting to end things between them. Donna was gone. To him, she'd been like a falling star. She'd flared up for the briefest of moments, and then disappeared into an endless night. Life had not been fair to Donna at all. As he held his wife's lifeless body in his arms moments after feeling her breathe her last, it had suddenly hit him... It wasn't fair to Donna for him to have any happiness in the world. He was a doctor, and had seen people die. But seeing Donna die had killed something within him. He'd suddenly had a reality check. Suddenly what he felt for Oliver seemed very unimportant and silly. Adrian hated life, and also hated death... And everything in between just didn't interest him.

He'd sent his kids on a trip to Disneyland. From there, they were to go and spend time with their grandparents. He spoke to them every day. And they asked of Oliver every time. That killed Adrian even more because he wanted to forget about everything...especially Oliver. Coming to his lake house had been his way of escaping. The last person he'd expected to see was Oliver. Seeing him had only brought back feelings that he'd tried to bury very deep. There was no question about it. He was insanely in love with Oliver. If anything, he'd fallen even harder for what Oliver was trying to do for him. But with death around to snatch people away, who needed love? Adrian felt angry at the universe and sheer misery was eating at him like cancer. So as much as he wanted Oliver limp and panting beneath him...completely at his mercy, he'd rather set Oliver free to lead his life...a life away from Adrian's own desolation.

Adrian's plan was to thank Oliver for his help...for pulling him back from the brink of destruction. He would forever be grateful to him. But he would also inform him that he was out...done...no longer interested in pursuing what they had. As mean as he might sound, Adrian was convinced that Oliver would be better off without him and he hoped they would be able to part ways without any unpleasantness. He owed Oliver that much. Adrian released his hold on Oliver's wrist and wrapped an arm around his waist instead. If they were going to part ways, he might as well enjoy having him in his arms if even for a short while, Adrian thought.

And even as Oliver slept peacefully, Adrian held him, staring at his face and listening to him breathe. It was almost as if he wanted to commit every breath and every pore on Oliver's face to memory. And despite his resolution, Adrian wished they could stay that way forever.

Shit!

***

When Oliver woke up the next morning, he was alone in Adrian's bed. He looked at the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was already past ten. He groaned. So much for taking care of Adrian, he thought sitting up to stretch. And that was when he noticed Adrian, obviously already showered and dressed, sitting on the couch staring at him.

"Hey." Oliver greeted. "How are you doing?"

"I'm good. Thanks to you." Adrian responded in a quiet voice. "Did you sleep well?"

"Sure. Had breakfast?"

Adrian nodded. "Sandra gave me some cereal. She insisted I do cereal instead of coffee. So bossy."

Oliver chuckled. "She cares about you. Speaking of Sandra, I'd better leave before she finds me in your bed." Oliver mumbled getting off the bed.

"Don't bother." Adrian chuckled. "She's already seen you. She brought me breakfast. You were dead to the world."

"Oh fuck, I'm so sorry." Oliver groaned.

"Don't worry about it. I wasn't. Should I ask her to bring you some food?"

"No. I'll go downstairs after I shower. Thanks." Oliver said and then left Adrian's bedroom via the connecting door.

Oliver couldn't help but feel the tension between them. Maybe it was due to all the anger and hurt he had inside him towards Adrian, Oliver thought as he took off his boxer briefs and t-shirt. He really needed to let go if he wanted their relationship back on track.

After he'd had his breakfast, Oliver went for a walk with Adrian. They didn't say much to each other though. Lunch was good. Oliver made sure Adrian ate enough. Afterwards, he listened as Adrian spoke to his kids. Oliver didn't ask to speak to them though he'd really missed them and wished he could. Adrian didn't offer. Adrian went to bed after talking to them and woke up late. Again, Oliver made sure he ate supper. Some colour was coming back to his cheeks.

"You're looking better." Oliver muttered when Adrian came to sit with him in the living room that evening. He was working on his laptop.

"I feel better, thanks." Adrian murmured. "Work?"

"Yes. Just some stuff I have to sort out."

"Okay." Adrian grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

He watched CNN as Oliver worked. But Adrian's attention wasn't solely on the TV. How could he possibly concentrate on news with Oliver beside him? And after a while, he totally forgot about the TV and focused solely on Oliver. He'd always loved to watch Oliver when his attention was elsewhere...like then. He could ogle him without making his infatuation blatantly obvious. The man was amazingly hot and it was totally driving Adrian crazy. Those eyes, those amazingly kissable lips, the way he scrunched up his cute nose whenever he was concentrating too hard, the scent of his cologne... Being close to Oliver was causing all sorts of sensual havoc within his body Adrian could feel himself getting hard. Fuck! He stood up abruptly and told Oliver he was going to bed.

"Okay." Oliver nodded without looking up. "I'll work for a while before I come up. Good night."

"Good night." Adrian responded as he turned to go. He'd wanted to have a talk with Oliver. But he seemed engrossed in whatever he was doing so he hadn't been able to. He'd want to tell Oliver what was on his mind during their walk that afternoon but had been too chicken to bring it up. There was always tomorrow, Adrian told himself.

Oliver finally went up around one a.m. After taking a quick shower he went to check up on Adrian. He was asleep but came awake when Oliver opened the connecting door. Oliver sat at the edge of Adrian's bed and looked down at him.

"Can't sleep?" He asked quietly.

"I was. But not too deep. The sound of the door opening woke me up."

"Sorry about that."

"Don't be. Done with your work?"

"For now."

"I didn't thank you for the shave and the haircut...and everything. Thanks."

Oliver chuckled. "That was my third time cutting hair. Like it?"

"You did it like a pro. Love it." Adrian grinned.

"You don't mind that it's shorter?" Oliver asked.

"Does it look good on me?" Adrian looked at Oliver with soft, amused eyes.

Oliver reached out to run his fingers through Adrian's hair. "Everything looks good on you." His voice was barely above a whisper.

An intense shudder passed through Adrian. The combination of the feel of Oliver's fingers in his hair and that sensual voice did insane things to Adrian's already raging sex drive. He went hard as rock.

Oliver froze when he heard Adrian moan. His eyes fell to Adrian's face and saw his eyes closed, his lips parted sexily, and his face flushed in arousal. Oliver's eyes moved down Adrian's body till they came to rest on the tiny wet patch where the head of his bulging leaking cock touched his sweats. His eyes went back to Adrian's, which remained shut. Oliver didn't think. He just acted.

Rolling onto the bed, Olivier pulled Adrian's legs apart and sat between them. Then taking hold of the waistband of Adrian's sweats, he pulled it down, releasing that throbbing leaking cock and balls he'd missed having in his mouth. He could feel himself salivating. With his eyes locked on Adrian's now open ones, Oliver leaned forward and breathed in the scent of Adrian without touching him. That act alone was so erotic Adrian moaned. Oliver was as eager to taste him as Adrian was to have him do so. Without wasting any more time, Oliver brought out his tongue and flicked the tip against the leaking tip of Adrian's cock, loving the feel of the satiny softness of Adrian's heated flesh against his tongue.

"Oh fuck, Olly..." Adrian breathed as his hips shot up. And when Oliver's lips flowed over the wide crest, Adrian almost went insane with pleasure. "Fuck..." He'd missed the feel of Oliver's mouth on his cock and the tenderly possessive way he usually took care of him. "Suck me please." Adrian pleaded shakily.

Before he even completed his request, Oliver swallowed him deep into his mouth with an erotic slurping sound. Then he went to work. Oliver didn't just suck Adrian's cock...he worshipped it.

"Yes." Adrian hissed, his hands moving down to hold Oliver's head. He was completely focused on his own pleasure. He wanted to come so bad. "That's it baby." He moaned, his eyes fluttering shut. "Suck it. I fucking love your mouth."

Oliver pumped the thick root with his fist as he sucked hard and quick, driving Adrian relentlessly toward orgasm. He hollowed his cheeks and took him to the back of his throat, massaging his heavy balls with his other hand. The sounds falling out of Adrian's throat was like nothing Oliver had heard before. Spurred on by those erotic sounds, he sucked him hard and fast. His hunger for the taste of Adrian's cum was too great Oliver didn't think he would have stopped even if someone had entered the room at that particular moment.

"Oh God, feels so good." Adrian moaned as his hips thrust up mindlessly into Oliver's mouth, wantonly seeking relief. He was delirious with pleasure. "Please don't stop." Sweat poured off his body as he struggled for breath. "You're going to make me come so hard." His fingers entangled in Oliver's hair, guiding him. That was something Adrian never did...guide Oliver when he was sucking him off. But he was completely out of control and frantic not to lose the delicious feel of Oliver's mouth around his cock.

Oliver didn't mind at all. He gave himself over to Adrian, allowing him to set the pace and depth. He loved the feel of that big cock plunging into his throat. Loved the feel of thick veins beneath the smooth skin. His jaw hurt, his eyes were wide and wet, and his lips were red and swollen. Be he loved it so much he was on the brink of coming himself. Oliver had positioned himself in a way that his own throbbing, boxer-covered, rigid length ground against Adrian's leg with every bob of his head. Oliver began to whimper when he felt himself about to fall into that bliss that he hadn't experienced for months. The feeling was electrifying...almost as good as an actual orgasm...almost. When his orgasm hit, he screamed around the cock in his mouth, causing a delicious vibration that Adrian felt all the way to his toes. He erupted before he even knew what was happening.

"Christ..." Adrian roared as he shot his load down Oliver's throat. And what a load it was. He couldn't stop convulsing or shooting.

Oliver pulled his head back to catch some of Adrian's essence on his tongue. He'd missed that uniquely salty but sweet cum of Adrian's so bad. He tightened his grip on Adrian's cock, causing more cum to spill out, and then he sealed his lips around the wet head and just sucked greedily at the spurting tip as if he were a baby sucking milk from its mother's nipple. Oliver sucked and licked till Adrian had no more to give, and then laid his head on Adrian's thigh, willing his raging heartbeat to slow down. When their breathing returned to normal, he gently pulled Adrian's sweats up to cover his junk, and then rolled off the bed.

"That was fucking amazing." Adrian gasped, looking up at Oliver. "I'd forgotten how incredible that sexy mouth of yours is." He breathed as his heavy-lidded eyes fell to Oliver's lips which were red and swollen from blowing Adrian's cock and mind.

"Glad I could be of service." There was a note of bitterness in Oliver's breathy voice that made Adrian wince. "See you tomorrow."

"Olly..."

"Sleep Adrian." Oliver rasped as he left the room.

He needed to think. Did Adrian feel anything for him at all besides lust? Maybe he was just a body he could escape in to find bliss and nothing more. Donna had said Adrian loved him but Oliver couldn't help but find it a little bit strange that a person could just cut off someone they truly loved. Admittedly, Donna had said Adrian would push him away, but...maybe Adrian just didn't love him enough to want to be with him. Oliver stripped out of his soiled boxers as went to the bathroom to clean up. Maybe he should even be grateful that Adrian still got turned on by him. He hadn't said much to him that day. Hadn't said anything about his disappearance, hadn't apologized for treating him as he had... In fact Adrian had said nothing besides stare at him with an odd resigned expression in his eyes all day. Oliver on the other hand didn't know what to talk to Adrian about. What was he to talk about? His wife, his kids, or his work?

"Fuck." Oliver muttered as he climbed into bed. He was going to do his best for Adrian just as he'd promised Donna. But he hoped Adrian opened up to him soon because he really didn't know where they stood.

With a deep sigh, Oliver pulled up the covers over him and shut his eyes. Tomorrow was another day.

***

"What?" Oliver raised an eyebrow curiously. "What's on your mind?"

They were sitting in one of the comfortable couches in the plush living room around mid-morning, watching the newscaster give unnecessary warning about the weather. It was already pouring for goodness sake. Maybe if those warnings had come earlier, most people wouldn't have ventured out in the first place. Sandra and Mark had left to go shopping before the rains had started. Sandra had insisted she needed some stuff to prepare a nice lunch for Adrian and Oliver. Bella was nowhere to be found. They obviously had the house to themselves. Oliver had been in the house for four days, ensuring that Adrian ate well and stayed away from alcohol. He was proud of what he'd been able to accomplish. Adrian had gained some weight back. He looked well and surprisingly, even more sexy. They hadn't done anything intimate since he'd blown Adrian on his second day. And they had still not spoken much but Oliver just loved being with Adrian. He loved the guy.

As usual, he'd caught Adrian staring at him so had finally decided to ask him what he was thinking. Whatever was on his mind...troubling him, would be better out in the open.

"I asked you a question, Adrian." Oliver said softly as he turned his body to face Adrian on the couch.

"Nothing that can't wait." Adrian mumbled.

"Say it." Oliver said sternly and watched as Adrian nodded.

"First of all, I'd like to say a big thank you for what you've been doing for me Oliver. I can never thank you enough."