Oliver Bennett vs. Adrian Graham

Pix of the sexy Adrian about to have a shower with Oliver

Video: Clown by Emeli Sande

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Oliver opened his eyes and looked at the time. It was a quarter past eleven p.m. He wondered who was calling at that time. Adrian usually called around two a.m. Oliver lowered the music playing, reached for the receiver on his bedside table and mumbled a sleepy hello.

"Hey, sleepy head." Adrian said softly.

"Adrian, what's wrong?" Oliver sat up in bed.

"Does something have to be wrong before I call my boyfriend?" Adrian drawled.

Oliver froze. Adrian had never referred to him as his boyfriend. "Really Adrian, are you okay?"

Adrian gave a deep sigh. "I honestly don't know." He groaned. "Donna...Donna..."

Oliver's heart pounded. "Tell me she's okay, Adrian." He said urgently. He was actually trembling.

"She's okay."

"Thank God." Oliver breathed, feeling so much relief which surprised him. "What..."

"She wants to meet you, Oliver." Came Adrian's quiet voice.

"What?" Oliver gasped.

"She wants to meet and talk to you."

"But how..."

"She knows me Oliver. I forgot that very important fact. We are more attuned to each other than your usual couple. We're like twins. Since we were kids, I've never been able to keep anything away from her."

"So you told her about us." It wasn't a question.

"I didn't have to. She knew."

"She knew you were fucking a guy?"

Adrian chuckled at Oliver's choice of words. "Err...yes."

"How did she know?"

Adrian groaned as he rubbed the back of his neck. "She came right out and asked me who Oliver is, Olly."

"What?" Oliver screeched, making Adrian wince.

"Apparently, I've been mentioning your name in my sleep, and I look happy and have a bounce in my step...oh and I have some sort of energy around...do you really want me to go on?"

"No, I get it." Oliver said quietly. Adrian had obviously outed himself. "Was she angry?"

"What do you think? Anything but. Will you meet her, Olly? For me?"

"Oh God, meet her and say what Adrian? Oh hi, I'm the guy fucking your husband. I know you haven't had him in a while but trust me, he's a sex god. I'm so sorry you're sick and all but don't worry, I'm taking care of your husband's needs. How the fuck..."

"Calm down Oliver." Adrian said quietly when he realized Oliver was getting hysterical. "She just wants to talk."

"How are you even so calm about this, Adrian? Ever heard of women intuition?" Oliver's voice had raised. "She thinks we're just fucking so she seems okay now. All she has to do is talk to me to know that I'm madly in love with her husband. And do you have any idea how she's going to react to that?" He was virtually screaming now. "How am I supposed to react? What am..."

But Adrian was no longer listening to Oliver. He didn't even notice exactly how and when his legs had carried him out of his study and into his foyer. All he could think about was wrapping his arms around Oliver. He went to the garage and grabbed the key to his black Mercedes Benz E-Class, got into the car, and tore out of the garage at break-neck speed. He called one of the nurses from his car phone and asked her to keep an eye on Donna as he was going out for a while. It was only when he parked in front of Oliver's condo that Adrian realized that not only had he forgotten to take his key to Oliver's condo, but he was also barefoot. But he didn't give a rat's arse about his state of undress. As for his keys, Oliver had to let him through.

When Oliver heard the doorbell, he just knew who it was. When the phone had gone dead in his hand, he quickly remembered what he'd screamed at Adrian on the phone and cursed. How could he have blurted that out to Adrian? The man already had a load heavier than Mount Everest on his shoulder. Now his thoughtless declaration was only going to add to his load. He wouldn't be surprised if Adrian was going out of his mind with anger at that very moment. It was only to be expected. How could he have been so stupid?

With heart pounding and face filled with trepidation, Oliver unlocked his door. The first thing he noticed was Adrian's bare feet. "I'm sorry..." Oliver whispered shakily. "Much as I can't help how I feel, I didn't mean to blurt..."

"Shut up." Adrian said huskily as he gathered Oliver into his arms.

They stood there for a long moment, with Oliver trembling within Adrian's arms and Adrian just folding himself around Oliver like a cocoon. It was almost as if he wanted to shield him from everything. After what felt like hours, Adrian walked Oliver inside and closed the door behind them. Then he picked Oliver up as though he weighed nothing and entered the bedroom. He gently laid Oliver on the bed, climbed in and pulled Oliver's head onto his shoulder. And with his arms tightly around Oliver, they lay there in comfortable silence, listening to each other's breathing and the soothing sound of Emeli Sande, belting out 'Clown'. And as the lyrics of the song washed over Oliver, he just knew that he was too far gone not to play ball.

Oliver couldn't help but feel like he was being called to face the judge, jury and executioner. And from where he stood, it definitely wasn't a small feat. He felt so helpless he didn't know what to think. He was the one in the wrong as far as he was concerned. And it looked like he had to answer for what he'd done. And just like the singer, he'd definitely be less anxious and scared if it was his decision to make rather than it being a summons that he couldn't ignore.

Adrian could feel Oliver trembling against him, knew exactly how he was feeling and wanted so badly to tell him that he loved him too. But it just didn't feel right. Somehow, declaring his love to another person whilst he had a wife didn't feel like the right thing to do. But he hoped Oliver could feel what he couldn't say with his mouth. Surely his actions spoke for him. They lay entwined on the bed for a while till Oliver broke the silence.

"I'll meet her if you really want me to." He said in a small voice.

"I'd love for you to." Adrian said softly. "She won't bite." There was a smile in his voice which Oliver didn't miss.

Oliver chuckled. "If she does, I'll come right back to you and bite. And I sure as fuck won't care when my teeth would land."

Laughter rumbled within Adrian's chest. "I have a few preferences. You know them. Just try and keep those in mind will you?"

"Like here?" Oliver murmured and lightly bit Adrian's nipple through his t-shirt.

"Oh fuck." Adrian's arm tightened around Oliver in reaction. "You better stop that or else I won't be responsible for my actio...oh shit..." Oliver was chewing on that taut peak through the t-shirt.

Oliver pushed Adrian onto his back and rolled on top of him to straddle him. Then he pushed up his t-shirt and attacked in earnest, taking hold of that same nipple between his teeth and pulling on it. Adrian was going out of his mind with pleasure. He was rock hard, tenting his sweatpants. Speech wasn't necessary. Oliver flexed his butt over Adrian's savagely hard, sweats-covered cock in a fucking motion, loving the erotic sounds that were coming out of Adrian's throat. Oliver desperately wanted to forget, if even for a moment, the dread that Adrian's news had brought into his heart. He wanted to lose himself in sex. With a frantic growl he moved down, pulling down Arian's sweats as he went. He didn't bother completely taking it off. He swallowed that throbbing cock to the hilt.

"Fuck..." Adrian gasped, unadulterated ecstasy slamming into him. Oliver's mouth on him felt indescribably amazing. His hands moved down to entangle inside Oliver's hair. He still didn't know how Oliver could manage to get his huge dick down his throat as though it was no problem at all. It never ceased to shock and blow his mind. Adrian moaned uncontrollably, totally lost in pleasure. "Come here Olly." He gasped. "Turn around. Give me that sexy arse."

Oliver didn't hesitate. He turned around without getting off Adrian's cock. Neither did he stop sucking when he felt Adrian urgently pulling off his boxers. When he felt the wet flick against his twitching hole, he moaned around the cock lodged within his throat, causing Adrian to curse loudly. The vibration around his cock was killing him. He concentrated on the sweet hole that smelt of Oliver's lovely scented lemon soap. Adrian ate the hell out of that arse. He would take Oliver's dripping cock into his mouth and suck for a while, then suck his balls into his wonderfully warm, wet mouth, then lick at his sensitive taint, and then go right back to that sweet hole. It was pure torture for Oliver. He was on cloud nine.

Oliver moaned lustfully around the cock in his mouth as Adrian thrust his tongue relentlessly inside him. He bucked back insistently against Adrian's mouth, begging for more. That wicked tongue was driving him crazy but he wanted Adrian deep inside him. He pulled off Adrian's cock and turned around. His face looked flushed and his breathing was erratic. He pulled off his t-shirt and leaned to the side to open the bedside drawer to take out a bottle of lube and a condom. But when he made to open the condom, Adrian grabbed his wrist, stopping him.

"Don't use it." He said huskily. "I want to feel you and not some latex. Please."

Oliver stared at Adrian in surprise for a moment. Then he nodded and tossed the condom back into the drawer. He poured a generous amount of lube onto the already wet cock and got it real slick. Then bracing a hand on Adrian's chest, he held the slicked up cock around the base and then aligned his hungry hole with it. He didn't think it was necessary to prepare himself. Apart from the fact that Adrian had gotten him slick for his cock with that rimming, he'd already fuck him about three hours earlier so he was still loose enough to accommodate that big cock.

"Are you sure?" Adrian breathed, sounding as though he was in pain. As much as he was dying to be buried deep within Oliver's tight heat, the last thing he wanted to do was hurt him. Oliver nodded and took Adrian deep in one smooth slide. "Ahh fuck, yeah." Adrian's eyes rolled back into his head. He was thick and hard and so, so deep, Oliver couldn't help the cry of ecstasy that tore out of him.

"Ohh God... Adrian..." Oliver cried, totally lost in the pleasure of feeling that huge hard cock penetrating him. He'd never barebacked before. And the feeling was like nothing he'd ever experienced. Oliver could have sworn he could feel the thick veins throbbing beneath the smooth skin of that cock. A ragged sound tore from his throat as sweat misted his brow. He'd never felt anything so raw and exquisitely heavenly. And he'd never been harder. He whimpered sexily as he tried to stop himself from blowing. "Oh fuck." He gasped, going very still. When he felt Adrian attempting to move he growled... "Adrian don't you dare move."

When he eventually removed his grip on the base of Adrian's cock and finally took his whole length, they both moaned their pleasure.

"Holy hell...feels so fucking good." Adrian gasped, loving the feel of that tight, wet, heat on his unsheathed cock.

They both looked down at where they joined, watching the clear string of precum that linked them from the tip of Oliver's cock to Adrian's stomach. It was a beautiful thing to see. With a groan Adrian reached up to pull Oliver down for a kiss so wild, wet and passionate it took their breath away. They kissed with every ounce of pent-up emotions they'd both suffered all evening.

"Ride me Oliver." Adrian breathed. "Ride me hard."

And ride him, Oliver did. None of them was ever going to forget that fuck. It was fast, it was deep, it was furious and it was hard. The obscene sounds of furious sex was all that could be heard in the room. Oliver rocked and gyrated against Adrian like a man possessed. He would slide up Adrian's length until his cock was almost all the way out, and then impaled himself hard, filling his fiery channel with that throbbing hardness that had easily become one of his favourite parts of Adrian. The sounds that fell out of his mouth was nothing Adrian had ever heard before. He didn't think Oliver noticed he was even making them.

"Oh fuck baby." Adrian growled as Oliver began to whip his hips back and forth and side to side. It felt so damn good.

Oliver locked eyes with Adrian and whispered hoarsely, "fuck me."

Adrian didn't need to be told twice. He took hold of Oliver's hips and slammed up, right into that pleasure button hidden deep inside him. Adrian watched in amazement as Oliver's already hard cock turned almost purple with blood and swelled even more, the thick veins standing out along its length, with the precum gushing out as though Oliver was actually spurting.

"God, yes, take me Adrian..." Oliver gasped, watching with dilated eyes as the clear liquid oozing from his pulsing cock dripped onto Adrian's stomach.

In the past three months, Adrian had given him some fantastic fucks. But what he was feeling that very moment was simply mind-boggling. Maybe it had to do with the fact that they both knew he was in love with Adrian. It could also be due to the fact that he was being fucked raw for the very first time in his life. Whatever it was, Oliver never wanted it to stop. He felt Adrian change his angle, thrusting up hard and nailing his gland over and over. Oliver screamed, his head snapping back as his entire body shuddering.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck...right there Adrian...please...harder... oh damn that's so good..." He whimpered brokenly, going wild on Adrian's cock. "Don't stop...please make me come..." He writhed, begging with his body, feeling his orgasm build like white heat. "Ahh fuck...so good." His balls squeezed and pulled up ultra-tight to his body. "Fuck I'm gonna come...gonna come...gonna..." He was sobbing, his cheeks wet with tears.

When Oliver erupted, he screamed as his body convulsed in ecstasy, his toes curling almost painfully. Adrian hadn't even touched his cock. Ropes of cum shot up over his head before splashing down onto Adrian's chest. Adrian never let up even once. He kept thrusting up into Oliver, nailing that button...milking it. Oliver couldn't stop coming. It was so good it was almost frightening.

Then Adrian was surging up and turning them over so that he was on top. He kicked off his sweatpants which had still been around his knees and began to pound into Oliver, his weighty, cum-filled balls slapping heavily against Oliver's arse.

He didn't have to thrust for long. "Fuck, I'm coming." He roared, his entire body shuddering as he began to flood Oliver with his hot essence. "Ohhh, fuuuucckk!" He shot with such great force it felt as if the head of his cock was actually exploding.

Adrian slanted his lips over Oliver's in a hot kiss as he kept spurting inside him. For long moments, the only sounds that could be heard in the room were the sound of their kissing and of their heavy breathing. When the kiss ended, Adrian licked the tears off Oliver's cheeks. Then he took his mouth again, sucking languidly on his lower lip.

"Adrian?" Oliver breathed against Adrian's lips.

"Yes baby?" Adrian turned on his back and drew Oliver head onto his chest, smiling when Oliver slipped a hand beneath his t-shirt and began to play with his chest hair which he always said was so sexy.

"You have to go."

Adrian stiffened. "What?"

"Hey, if I'm going to meet Donna, I don't want to compound my offenses." He said, tilting his head to drop tiny kisses against Adrian's chin.

Laughter rumbled within Adrian's chest. "You have to stop kissing me and playing with my chest hair and get off me then."

"Hmmm...I don't want to." He whimpered, tightening his hold on Adrian who laughed as he reached for the hand towel that was always readily on the bedside table, with an obvious intent to wipe Oliver like he always did. "Why don't we take a shower instead?" Oliver murmured and took Adrian's mouth in a deep kiss. "I missed us taking a shower together earlier this evening." He whispered against Adrian's mouth.

"Alright, come on." Adrian got out of bed and pulled off his t-shirt. "And for the record, I missed it to." He murmured as he drew Oliver into the bathroom.

And in the shower, Adrian took Oliver again. This time he went slow, fucking deeply into Oliver from behind, with Oliver's head thrown back against his shoulder in sensual abandon. When Adrian's hand slid around to pull on Oliver's engorged pulsing flesh, his head snapped back and his entire body shuddered in exquisite pleasure. With erotic cries, Oliver wantonly thrust back against Adrian, loving the feel of his hand stroking him, and the feel of his hot cock sliding out and pushing back in nice and slow, brushing his gland every fucking time. It was hot, intense, good and simply magical. When their orgasms eventually hit, they both cried out their pleasure as Oliver shot milky lines against the tiled wall of the shower whilst Adrian filled his gripping channel with a second load.

"Oh my God, I can't get enough of you Olly." Adrian groaned. Sex with Oliver was always absolutely euphoric. He was always hard and ready to go whenever he was with Oliver. It never ceased to amaze both of them. He had no control around the man. As many times as he had Oliver, Adrian always wanted more. "You're like an addiction in my system." He turned Oliver's head and kissed him tenderly as the warm water poured over them.

Oliver turned within Adrian's arms and pressed against his solid body. He wound his arms around his neck and pressed his cheek to his heart, enjoying the sound of his steady heartbeat. He made a sound of contentment when Adrian tightened his arms around his waist and rubbed his hand on his back soothingly. Oliver just loved the way he felt whenever he was in Adrian's arms. He loved him so damn much and wanted to tell him...this time not mistakenly. But Oliver felt it would be better not to. Telling Adrian he loved him would be disrespectful to Donna and he really didn't want to do that. Fucking the man was bad enough. He still hated the fact that he couldn't tell Adrian how he felt though. Fuck, this was all so difficult, Oliver thought feeling a tightening in his chest. Why did he have to fall in love with a married straight guy, he asked himself for the umpteenth time. Why did his wife have to be in such an unfortunate situation? Why did the world have to be so unfair? He suddenly felt so overwhelmed with emotions he felt his eyes sting. Unbeknownst to him, Adrian felt him tense up against him.

"You're thinking too hard." Adrian whispered, tightening his arms around Oliver. "Relax."

Oliver took a deep breath and exhaled. "Let me know when she wants to meet me okay?" He choked.

"Will do. And hey, it's going to be fine." Adrian said softly, lifting Oliver's head to claim his mouth. And when he tasted the salt of Oliver's tears in the kiss, Adrian almost died. "Oh God, baby please don't." He breathed, pulling back to cradle Oliver's jaw. Then his lips were moving desperately over his, devouring him, licking deep into his mouth, almost as if he wanted to absorb Oliver into himself.

Oliver kissed him back for all he was worth, his fingers sinking into the silky wet mane of Adrian's hair to hold him to his mouth. The kiss was passionate, deep, furious and meltingly hot.

"God, Oliver..." Adrian breathed against Oliver's lips when they came up for a much needed air. He rubbed the tip of his nose against Oliver's as he pressed his fingertips against his parted lips. "I need you, baby." Adrian breathed, unable to suppress the ferocious swell of emotion within. He had a strong urge to reassure Oliver in a way...let him know just how much he valued what they had. Let him know that he meant the world to him. "I can't not have you in my life. It will kill me." He licked at Oliver's lips and then caught his kiss-swollen bottom lip between his teeth and bit gently. Oliver groaned. "You make me feel alive. You are my strength. I adore you Oliver. I..."

"I know that." Oliver whispered, gently cutting Adrian off.

"Do you?" Adrian searched his face, looking for even a spec of doubt. He exhaled audibly when he found none. "Good. Never forget that. Now let's get out of here."

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