Cock Feels Better When You’re Sneaking: Pt 2

Gay Sex is Forbidden Fruit

Two weeks after Oliver declared his love for Adrian, Donna passed. It was peaceful and in the presence of Adrian and her doctor, Elise. Adrian was lying beside her in bed, holding her so close he could feel when she took her last breath. He started sobbing. The sounds tearing out of him were so gut-wrenchingly pitiful Elise decided to give him his privacy and left the room.

Adrian shocked himself. He thought he would take it well as he’d known what was coming for a while. But it still hurt. He couldn’t believe Donna was actually gone. And the fact that she had to suffer for such a long time made the sadness within even worse. Twenty-two was too young an age to have something such as what happened, to befall Donna. It just wasn’t fair. Adrian cried like he’d never cried before. When Elise came back in after an hour, Adrian was still sobbing.

“Adrian, we have to take her away.” She said softy. Her own red eyes betrayed the fact that she’d had her share of tears. She’d been Donna’s doctor for years. It was only to be expected.

“Elise please…” Adrian sobbed. “Gi…give me…”

“I’ll come back later.” Elise gave him another thirty minutes.

Eventually Adrian quieted down, pressed a kiss to Donna’s forehead and got out of the bed to enable the body to be taken out.

A private burial ceremony was held for Donna. Adrian, their two children, his mother, Donna’s parents and her brother, and then Elise and Donna’s two nurses were the only people in attendance. Adrian didn’t invite Oliver. He hadn’t spoken to him since the death. Oliver had tried to reach out by calling and sending messages but Adrian neither picked his calls nor answered to the messages. Besides the fact that he felt he had to show Donna some respect so soon after her death by not being with his lover, Adrian just didn’t feel like talking to Oliver. Josh and Pearl had asked on different occasions that they wanted to go visit Oliver but Adrian had stopped them, telling them he would let them know when it was okay to go visit.

Just as Donna had predicted, Adrian had totally drawn away from Oliver.

***

“Adrian please. Call me back. I miss you.” Oliver cut the line and sat back in his chair. He’d lost count of the number of times he’d left messages on Adrian’s phone.

It had been six weeks since Donna’s death and eight weeks since he’d last laid eyes on Adrian. To say he was hurt when Adrian had not invited him to the burial ceremony would be an understatement. But Oliver understood. After all, he wasn’t family. But what hurt even more was Adrian’s silence. Oliver had made an effort by going to the hospital but had been told Dr. Graham was on leave. He’d gone to the house but had been told at the gate that Adrian was not accepting visitors. He’d insisted and told the security personnel that they should tell Adrian it was him. And it had been even more humiliating when they’d told him that Dr. Graham said he would get in touch with him later. Oliver had been devastated.

After waiting for a week with no word from Adrian, he’d gone back to the house but had been told that Adrian was on vacation somewhere they couldn’t disclose. The kids, he was told, were with their maternal grandparents. Oliver had stood there staring at the security guy for a while, a myriad of emotions running through him. Anger, frustration, humiliation but most of all, Oliver was hurt. He’d never felt so frightened and alone in his life. He’d gone home and bawled his eyes out so hard he hadn’t been able to go to work for two days. Jason would have gone ballistic if he’d seen him then and Oliver didn’t want that.

“Hey.” Jason popped his head into Oliver’s office. “The guys are in. We’ll be meeting in…hey are you okay?” He asked when he noticed the abject expression on Oliver’s face as he stared at the phone in his hand. Jason stepped into the office and closed the door. “What’s wrong Olly?”

“Nothing, I’m…”

“Bullshit.” Jason cut him off. He already knew Adrian had gone MIA on Oliver. “What did Graham do? I knew…”

“Jace please.” Oliver groaned, rubbing his hand over his face. Jason had always been protective of him. Oliver was therefore not surprised at his reaction to seeing him so unhappy.

“Has he finally called to say someth…” Jason began between clenched teeth.

“He hasn’t alright?” Oliver bellowed. “He’s done nothing at all.” He whispered and then furiously wiped at his eyes. “He still wouldn’t talk to me, Jace. I’ve kept calling, sending messages… Nothing.”

“That son of a bitch.” Jason muttered, drawing Oliver out of his chair and into his arms.

“He’s grieving, have some respect.” Oliver said shakily. “He’ll come around.”

Jason snorted. “The woman has been dead for over a month now. How long is it going to take him to grieve? Shouldn’t life go on? What about you? Doesn’t he care at all?”

“I don’t know what else to do Jason. I promised her. Now I’m just…” He gave a deep sigh when Jason released him from his embrace.

“Don’t waste your time on someone who isn’t willing to waste their time on you, Olly.”

“Jason please…”

“Do you still want to pursue this relationship? Wouldn’t you rather forget about him and move on?”

“I love him, Jace.” Oliver moaned.

Jason snorted as he sat in one of the chairs in Oliver’s office. “More often than not, people fall in love with people they can’t really have.” He muttered, drawing a soft sigh from Oliver.

“I was told this would happen and that makes me rather want to reach out even more.” Oliver sat down too. “I already feel as if I’ve failed Donna. But I wasn’t even given the chance.” He groaned. “I need to see him and be there for him. Do you understand?”

Jason sighed. “Unfortunately I do.” They sat quietly for some time, each lost in his thoughts, till Jason broke the silence. “I guess we have to take matters into our own hands. Why don’t you give me some time to check things out?”

“What are you going to do?” Oliver asked with narrowed eyes. Jason was called The Snoop when they were in school. He had a knack for snooping around and uncovering things that people wouldn’t have known ordinarily. He always said it was his talent.

“Hey, what’s the use of having a talent if I can’t use it?”

“Jace…”

“Relax. I just want you to surprise the good doctor wherever he is.” Jason said getting to his feet. I know people like Graham, Olly. If you don’t push, you’ll lose them forever. Pussies if you ask me.” He muttered as he turned towards the door. At the door he stopped and turned to look at Oliver. “He’s going to have the shock of his life. All you have to do is be your sweet self, but this time, with a touch of aggression. He won’t know what hit him. Coming?” Jason left the office.

Oliver stared at the door for a moment and then felt himself smile for the first time in he didn’t even know how long. He felt better somehow. But then Jason always knew how to lift his spirits. And even as he left his office for his meeting, there was a glimmer of hope in his heart.

***

“I’m sorry, Dr. Graham is indisposed.” The Scorpion King lookalike with a scowl on his face, told Oliver at the door of Adrian’s luxury lake house.

Oliver stared at the man. He’d seen him in Adrian’s hospital about twice. He was supposed to be the head of Adrian’s security detail but Adrian didn’t usually allow him to stay by his side as he was supposed to.

“Listen man, I’ve travelled all the way from Florida to see Dr. Graham.” Oliver said with a deep sigh. “It’s a life and death situation, Sir. I need to…”

“I’m only doing my job buddy.” The huge man scowled as he looked past Oliver to the sleek rented Audi parked in the driveway. “The boss told me not to allow any visitors so…”

“Mr…” Oliver waited for the man to supply his name but he didn’t. “Look, you seem like a very nice fellow.” Oliver said with a smile. People liked his smile. He hoped The Scorpion King in front of him would. “Can I call you…’The Rock’?” He asked with a slight tilt of his head. “You look so much like him. I…”

“Name’s Mark.” The man finally gave his name. “So what do you want from Dr. Graham?”

“My name is Oliver. I’m sure you’ve seen me before…” When Mark remained quiet, Oliver went on. “I need to see him.” Oliver said urgently. “You’ll be saving a life if you allow me to see him. My life.”

“You don’t look sick.” Mark snorted.

“You have no idea. Please, just allow me inside to talk to him. This is my i.d.” Oliver pulled out an i.d. from his wallet and held it out to Mark but the scowling man didn’t even attempt to take it. “I don’t mean him any hard. I just really need to see him.” Oliver sounded desperate.

Mark stared at Oliver. Of course he knew him. There was very little that Mark didn’t know when it came to his employer. And he definitely knew the relationship between Oliver and his boss. A relationship that no one else knew about apart from his boss’ late wife. Well, Mark had his instructions. No one was to be allowed to see Adrian. But just like every other staff in the lake house, he was worried about his grieving boss. The man needed to start living. He needed to come out of his bedroom. He wasn’t eating at all. All his boss did was call him to send up a fresh bottle of whiskey whenever he emptied a bottle. No one had even been to look for the man in all the weeks that he’d been holed up in there because Adrian had created the impression that he was going on an important business trip. That had been the first time Mark had heard doctors could also go on business trips. He wondered how Adrian’s loved ones could have bought that. Maybe Oliver was the answer. Maybe he could at least get the man to take a breather from his self-destruction quest. Mark knew just how much Adrian liked Oliver. He’d seen how he looked at Oliver whenever he thought no one was watching. Yes, Oliver was definitely the answer.

“Alright I’m going to allow you in.” Mark said.

“Oh thanks Ma…”

“But for a totally different reason from your so-called sickness.” Mark extended his hand, indicating that Oliver dropped his car key in his palm. “Now, let’s get something straight here buddy. If you make me, in anyway, regret allowing you in, I’ll serial kill your arse.” He growled, making Oliver take a step back in fear.

“Easy there big fella.” Oliver’s hands shot up in a sign of innocence. “I promise I won’t give you course to kill me.”

“Who’s there Mark?” Oliver heard a female voice ask from somewhere behind Mark.

Mark pushed the door open. “Oliver. Here to see Dr. Graham.” Mark drawled, beckoning Oliver to enter the huge elegantly decorated foyer.

“You know he can’t see any…” The elderly lady hissed at Mark.

“Well, I think he should, Ms. Sandra.” Mark hissed right back. “The man is wasting away. If…”

“What did you say?” Oliver gasped as his heart began to pound like a son of a bitch.

“Noth…” Mark began but got cut off.

“Take me to him.” Oliver commanded in a shaky voice, his eyes suspiciously bright. Both Mark and Sandra’s eyes widened at Oliver’s tone. “Take me to him now!” He growled, the command in his voice brooking no argument.

“This way.” Sandra said, turning to lead the way.

“Ms. Sandra, maybe we should inform…” Mark began but no one was paying him any attention. He shut the door and followed the two up the stairs.

Oliver could feel himself shaking as he climbed the stairs behind Sandra. He dreaded what he was about to see. What had Mark meant by ‘wasting away’? Oh God, please. He prayed.

“This is his room.” Sandra paused when she got to a closed door. “I’ll just knock and…” But before she could finish what she was saying, Oliver reached out and opened the door. Then ignoring Sandra’s gasp, he stepped inside.

The room was dark, very cool and reeked of alcohol. Oliver could tell it was a huge bedroom. There was a seating area and a dining area for four. It was already noon but the blinds hadn’t been drawn. His eyes landed on the bed and its lone occupant. When he took a step, his foot hit a bottle. He really hoped that wasn’t all what Adrian did…drink.

“Don’t tell me that’s all he does.” Oliver rasped. “Drink…”

Sandra nodded. “No food. Just alcohol.” She said quietly when she noticed that Oliver wasn’t looking at her.

“Fuck.” Oliver swore as he abruptly moved towards the windows. He drew back all the blinds and began to open the windows. “Put off the air condition, Sandra.” He threw over his shoulders.

“What the fuck is going on here.” Adrian croaked from the bed.

Oliver turned to look at him and froze. Adrian looked nothing like the Adrian he knew and loved. For one, he looked skeletal and his beard and hair had grown so long one would think he was a character from the Old Testament. His Adrian. Oliver didn’t even feel the tears as they poured down his face.

“Adrian.” He whispered. Then he was running to the bed. He didn’t pause to take off his shoes. He climbed onto the bed and pulled Adrian into his arms. Then he completely broke down.

Mark and Sandra stood by the door watching the spectacle on the bed. Oliver was crying so hard the bed shook with his violent heaves. Adrian remained silent, just staring at a spot on the wall unseeingly. Sandra sobbed silently till Mark led her out of the room to give the two men some privacy. Somehow they knew their boss was in good hands.

Oliver wept for what felt like hours. When he finally quieted down, he realized that Adrian was fast asleep on his shoulder. He gently lowered him onto the pillows before getting out of the bed. Adrian needed a shower badly, Oliver thought as he went into the en-suite bathroom. It was already wide open so he didn’t need to wonder which door it was. It was a huge bathroom. The bathtub could hold about ten people. Apart from the tub which actually had stairs and a seat of sorts…obviously to help Donna, there was a shower and an actual seating area with comfortable chairs in the bathroom. Well, they were definitely not going to use the shower, Oliver sighed. He started filling the tub with look warm water and then left the bathroom. Then he went out of the bedroom, in search of Sandra.

“Need something?” The elderly lady asked before Oliver even got to the bottom of the stairs.

“”Could you please prepare some chicken soup for him?” Oliver asked. He didn’t even recognize his own voice. He didn’t remember ever crying so hard.

“I’ll get right on it.”

“Thanks. Oh and Sandra? Sorry for being a bother but…I want to tidy up his room. Could you please give me stuff to use…”

“Bella?” Sandra yelled. “That’s Bella’s job. She hasn’t been able to do it for weeks because Dr. Graham has stopped any of us from entering his room.” She grimaced. “Well, except to send up fresh bottles. Mark will help you move him so that Bella can do her job.”

“I don’t need Mark’s help.” Oliver said quietly. The old Adrian, he wouldn’t have dared try to move. But that skeletal Adrian in there…he could manage just fine. “I wanted to bathe him anyway so we’ll just be in the bathroom whilst Bella tidies up.” Oliver said just as a lady in her mid-twenties, who Oliver assumed was Bella, entered the foyer. “Hello, Bella.” Oliver said with a smile and then turned to climb back up the stairs.

“The soup will be ready by the time you’re done Oliver.” Sandra called out, smiling when Oliver gave a thumbs-up.

Oliver entered the room and began to strip. Adrian was still passed out on the bed. After stripping to his boxer briefs, he went to the bed and stripped Adrian completely. He threw Adrian’s stuff into the laundry basket in the room before going to pick Adrian, fireman style. Fuck, he’d lost weight, Oliver grimaced as he headed for the bathroom. He closed the bathroom door behind him and gently placed Adrian in the seat in the bathtub. Though he was still out, Oliver wasn’t worried he would fall because the seat had been designed in such a way that its occupant could actually relax and not fall.

Oliver’s plan was to first shave Adrian’s face and cut his hair before he bathed him. He wanted to see that gorgeous face again so bad. By the time Oliver was done bathing Adrian, his eyes were opened but he still hadn’t said a word. He simply stared at Oliver from beneath his lashes. Oliver dried him up and sprayed his underarms, wrists, and the back of his neck just as he knew Adrian applied his body spray. Next, he applied Adrian’s aftershave and then gently pushed him into one of the comfortable chairs in the bathroom. The familiar fragrance of Adrian’s aftershave and body spray was so heady it almost made Oliver dizzy. Fuck, he’d missed the man.

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