Climb the Ocean
By Ephemera and Byrne
Oliver woke up with the sun in his eyes and lifted a hand to pull the pillow over his head. Except his hand wouldn't move because there was something on his arm and his pillow was really hard and what the fuck was going on? Squinting against the sun he opened one eye and saw skin.
Oh. Right. Tom.
In a rush everything came back to him; where he was, who he was using as a pillow and what they'd done the night before. Moving slowly so he wouldn't wake Tom, he looked at the clock on the nightstand. Early. Really early--before seven. Lots of time before they had to get up and showered, find something to eat, get to meetings and lectures. Good.
He put thoughts of busy schedules firmly from his mind and contemplated assorted ways of waking Tom up. He looked so relaxed, his face peaceful, breathing steady, his hair messy--he looked sexy as fuck, which was simply a reminder to Oliver that it was morning and he was in bed with the man he loved and, God, if Tom would just wake up they had time to have some fun before the rest of real life reared its ugly head.
He teased absently at one of Tom's nipples with his index finger and started leaving soft kisses along his shoulder, working his way up Tom's neck to his jaw. Tom stirred under his touches, rolling a little towards Oliver, soft morning moans escaping his lips.
Another few kisses and he startled closer to awake. "'liver?" he slurred sleepily, eyes still at half mast. Tom seemed to like what he saw though, a smile finding his lips, and his arm tightened around Oliver's shoulder, snuggling close, eyes drifting closed again.
"Morning, love," Oliver said softly. Tom murmured something again and sighed, getting more relaxed by the second. Oliver rolled his eyes--he wanted Tom to wake up, not settle in for a late sleep. This called for more direct action. He slid a hand along Tom's side, over the curve of his hip and down his thigh. When that got a slightly interested mumble he reversed the procedure, making sure to move his own hips this time.
That was more like it, Tom's body rolling into the motion while Tom's sleepy nuzzling formed into kisses against his temple. Oliver rocked again, hand stroking up to brush over Tom's nipple again. Tom gasped and moved, leaning up to look Oliver in the eye - mission wake up call successful. Now for mission morning fun. Tom rubbed at his eyes, yawning, before he brought his hand down on Oliver's side, stroking over his hip. "Morning?"
"It is indeed," Oliver said, adding a slight wiggle to the hip rolling. Tom obliged him by sliding the hand on his hip back to move over his butt, so Oliver returned the favour, holding them close together. "Sleep well?" he asked as conversationally as he could manage. He was hard and horny, but there wasn't any need to rush. Yet.
"Woke up feeling real good." Tom answered in kind, moving slowly against him. "You?"
"Yeah, you do feel good," Oliver said with a grin. He bit lightly at Tom's shoulder and sucked up a faint mark well below collar level. Sweet--God, Tom's skin was addictive. Sweet and spicy and something else that made him want to hold on forever. Or at least until he was late for work.
"Mmmmm. No, you feel good - feel wonderful." Tom argued distractedly, the slide of his heavy cock against Oliver's stomach letting Oliver know his plan was working nicely. Tom's hand was kneading gently now, and every now and again a stray finger stroked down the crease of his butt.
Oliver wiggled again, trying to encourage the finger to keep doing that and maybe go lower, but at the same time trying not to lose contact with any other part of Tom. He did a little butt groping himself, playing his hands over the back of Tom's thighs, teasing the soft skin where leg met ass. Tom hadn't seemed to mind the mark he'd made so he started another one, letting his teeth scrape over the skin just above his nipple.
Tom moaned again, moving in to the touch, and then dropped back on to the bed, wriggling an arm under Oliver's waist, so that Oliver found himself half on top of his lover, legs entwined, and two strong hands cupping his butt cheeks. "That's better," Tom murmured. "You feel good." The end of his sentence was buried against Oliver's neck, words becoming touches of tongue, lips.
Oliver gasped as they moved together, thrust and sliding, leaving slick trails on their bellies. "Oh God," he growled, "Need." Hot and hard, their cocks pressed tightly together, Oliver could feel his hunger building. He fought to slow down, to make it last.
He braced himself, one hand on the bed, the other in Tom's hair, holding him close. He pulled at another piece of skin, his hips rolling, seeking more sensation. "Fuck. Need you."
Tom's hands pulling him closer, and Tom's hips pushing against his said 'need you' and 'you've got me' almost as loudly as Tom's mouth closing over the junction of shoulder and neck, sucking hard. Oliver could almost see the mark blooming in his minds eye - safely below collar level, but marking him all the same. Just as Tom's teeth nipped gently at the bruised spot, Tom's fingers dipped lower, teasing along his ass, just brushing against him.
He bucked and whimpered at the same time. "Oh please. God, yeah." He shuddered, trying to push back and thrust forward at the same time, his back flexing. Tom answered with a long purring moan against his neck, body arching to follow Oliver's movements. Those busy fingers circled and teased, pressing against his hole and then sliding away to slide over his butt. He was so focussed on the feel of them he hardly noticed that two hands had become one until Tom shifted underneath him, reaching blindly for the bed side drawer, all the while sucking and nibbling at Oliver's skin.
He had a moment to wonder when the hell even reaching for lube had become a turn on and then Tom was focused on him again, teeth and lips distracting him while his hands were busy.
"Oh fuck, yes," Oliver hissed, though he wasn't sure if it was for the new mark taking shape on his shoulder or the fingers pressing into him, slick and wide. He pushed back, wanting more and deeper, his body craving everything Tom could give him. And Tom gave it to him, pulsing his fingers, twisting and scissoring, teasing around the sensitive opening and then thrusting deep, filling him, all the while pushing up, rocking their hot cocks together, never quite letting Oliver settle into a rhythm that would take him over the edge.
"God Oliver, so fucking hot" Tom relinquished Oliver's shoulder, eyes wide and so very awake now, hot and happy and intent. "Fuck - kiss me?"
Oliver's mouth closed over Tom's, Tom's tongue pushing into his mouth mirroring his fingers, and Tom's murmurs took on a new urgency, low and husky, his cupped hands lifting Oliver closer still, heat on heat and oh God, the fingers inside him were one from each hand, stroking over and over and over that spot, making him shiver and moan into the kiss.
Oliver knew he was speaking, knew he was making sounds, but he had to concentrate to make out Tom's name, over and over and over again. "Soon, love," he gasped into another kiss. "Oh fuck, so soon. Come with me? Please--sweet--oh fuck, Tom! Come for me!"
He felt his ass clamp around those wonderful fingers, shudders running down his spine, fire flowing from his belly. Tom's mouth on his muffling his shout as he came, spunk spraying between the two of them, hot and thick.
One, maybe two more thrusts, heat against his belly, and then Tom was feeding that yell back to him, muscles jumping and cock pulsing against Oliver's sensitised shaft. Tom broke the kiss, head dropping back on the pillows gasping, each breath coming out as 'God' and then "Love you. God - Oliver, love you." His hands were still working Oliver's ass, soothing circles now, fingers riding their motions gently, still inside.
Oliver almost purred. He nuzzled against Tom's neck, licking and kissing and coming down, loving the time Tom was taking to ease him from his high. "Love you, too," he said, voice still husky. He sighed softly as Tom's fingers slipped from his ass, one at a time, letting him get used to it. "Love waking up with you. And hey--we even beat the wake up call. Can just cuddle for a few minutes, yeah?"
"Oh yeah. Cuddling with you I can manage." Tom's arms tightened around him for a moment, one leg coming to rest over his calf. "Want to hold on to you for a lot longer than that, though."