Diego (gravitated) wrote in shadows_rpg, @ 2020-04-17 09:07:00 |
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Entry tags: | #flashback, diego, diego x oliver, oliver |
Who: Diego and Oliver
When: 15 years ago
Where: The facility out west and on
Warning: turns NSFW
Status: Complete, Part 2
Oliver wasn't worried about Diego. If something happened while he was sleeping, Oliver knew Diego would wake him up. As much as he wanted to stay awake, Oliver didn't think he would be much help to Diego if he was dead on his feet. So he smiled sleepily and squeezed Diego's hand before closing his eyes again. He didn't remember anything after that, except when his eyes opened again there was a stream of light coming in the room from between the thick curtains. It took Oliver a moment to readjust to his surroundings and as everything that had happened came flooding back, he rubbed his eyes and looked over at Diego. "What time is it?" His voice was hoarse from sleep and he looked around for the clock. How long had he been sleeping? Hopefully not too long.
While Oliver got some much needed rest, Diego flipped through the TV’s limited channels until his eyes got tired, then he settled in for a nap himself. His was shorter than Oliver’s, he woke up around noon, and quietly tiptoed around to the bathroom and stepped outside to feel the sunshine on his face for a while. He didn’t stay out long though, not wanting Oliver to wake up without him in the room. Diego settled in to watch some more TV for a bit, legs crossed and his back against the headboard, ignoring the hunger starting to gnaw at his stomach. He wasn’t worried, Oliver would wake up soon ... and he did. “Around one,” Diego told him with a smile. “Good morning in the afternoon.” He turned his body to face Oliver a bit more, joy and enthusiasm already in his expression. He’d woken up free, how could he not be excited? “Did you sleep well?”
Oliver couldn't help but grin. He wondered if Diego was a morning person. They would find out eventually. He scooted up to sit before running a hand through his messy hair. "I didn't mean to sleep so long, but I guess I needed it." Oliver licked his lips and looked at the television mindlessly for a brief moment before glancing back at Diego. "Are you hungry? I can run out and get us something to eat." They could just pack up and go but Oliver was still too paranoid to be driving far in the daylight. He was already thinking about switching out the license plates, despite knowing how illegal that was. But the facility had a lot of resources and he was pretty sure they knew everything about Oliver now, including his car plates.
Diego knew they couldn’t stay in this particular motel for very long. There had to be a limited number of them within driving distance of the facility. He had no idea how far AIR would go to get him back, or kill the both of them before they could take what they knew to any authorities ... but he was glad they weren’t immediately getting back on the road. He wanted a little time out of the car to enjoy his new freedom. And to enjoy Oliver. “Yes, I’m starving,” he confirmed eagerly. Diego rolled away to stand up, glancing down at himself and the clothes he was wearing and wondering if they were food-fetching appropriate. “I can come with you, yes?” it occurred to him to ask. He really wanted to, he wanted to get out and see things and get to decide what he wanted to eat for himself, but if Oliver wanted to keep him hidden away for a while, Diego would understand.
Oliver knew he should go to the authorities. But he was terrified the authorities were in on it. Who was he supposed to trust? It was something he would need to consider later, when they were far away from here. He watched Diego stand and felt a smile tug at his lips at the sight of the other guy in his clothes. It was instinctive for Oliver to want to say no, that Diego should stay safe in the room until he got back. But he didn't want Diego to feel locked up again, or stuck in a room like he had been at the facility. "Yes, you can come with me." Chuckling, he slipped off the bed and ran his hands through his hair. "We'll find some fast food... when we're out of the state, we'll find a good restaurant and eat some good food, how about that?"
He knew they would have to lay low to some extent, at least until they’d put a lot of distance between them and AIR. Even then it would probably be wise to keep moving for a while. But America seemed huge in Diego’s mind, a place that was easy to disappear into. More short-term, he was eager to get out and drive around, see things. They would just be two normal guys in a car, with as much right to be out driving around as anybody else. He brightened up even further when Oliver said he could go, and moved to find the shoes Oliver had set aside for him. “Sounds perfect to me,” he said, then he paused and plucked at the front of his shirt, giving Oliver an uncertain look. “Is this okay to wear?”
The country might be easy to disappear into but Oliver had never tried to disappear before, so this was all new to him. He didn't want to make a mistake, or take anything for granted and risk AIR finding them. Oliver rifled through his bag to find his toothbrush. He had bought one for Diego too, but he glanced up at Diego's question and grinned. "Those are more like pajamas. If we just go through a drive thru it should be fine. If you want to eat inside somewhere, I've got some jeans you can wear. But it's really up to you. Whatever you're most comfortable in is fine." He found the toothbrushes and toothpaste and offered the new toothbrush to Diego.
Diego only had vague ideas of fast food and drive thrus and all that from what he’d read and the bit of television he’d seen, but driving thru sounded faster and more anonymous than going in to sit down, so that was probably the better option. “We can only drive,” he said, nodding a touch as he accepted the toothbrush. He knew about those, at least. It felt like there was so much to learn, enough that it would overwhelm him if he thought about it too much. So he wasn’t going to, he was just going to enjoy the freedom for now and trust in Oliver. Once their teeth were brushed and faces washed and shoes on, Diego eagerly climbed into the car to get going. It would be a short trip around the small town they’d stopped in, but he was just delighted to be going anywhere at all.
They had to drive several miles before they came across a handful of fast food restaurants near the highway exit. Once they ordered some food and got back to the motel, Oliver's stomach was clenching uncomfortably from hunger. They sat at the tiny table in their room and ate with some baseball playing on the television. For touting cable, most of the motel's channels didn't come in very well. But Oliver wasn't going to complain. "Feel better?" Oliver asked, once most of their food was gone and he was sipping the rest of his iced tea from his paper cup. Diego had scarfed his food down, which had been cute, but also had Oliver worrying it might upset his stomach later.
Just the drive had been a delight, getting to pick what he wanted from the big menu by the speaker, and seeing how easy it all was. You had to have money, of course, which he didn’t have, but it made Diego feel more secure about the world that you could just go get food anytime you needed it. Not to mention, it was delicious. It tasted better than most anything the facility had ever given him. “Mmm, much,” he nodded with one cheek still full of food. Diego picked up his drink to slurp some more down as he swallowed, then dimpled at Oliver. “Do you?” He’d had a sleep, now he was fed, Diego hoped he felt a little better about everything. Still scared and stressed, probably, but that was just going to be with them for a long time now. Diego moved his foot under the table to nudge his leg against Oliver’s.
"I always feel better after I eat a bunch of delicious food that's really bad for me," Oliver said with a grin. "When we leave tonight, we'll grab something on the go for dinner." He had sort of an idea of where they were going, but he was willing to play things by ear. "I figured we'd leave after dark, drive for a while and find another place until we decide what we want to do." Oliver sat back in his chair and studied Diego from across the table. He looked happy, but Oliver knew this had to be such an abrupt change from what he was used to. "How are you feeling though? I know how sudden this probably feels. I wish I could have given you more notice... I was just scared they would hear."
Was the food bad for them? Diego kind of thought all food was good food, but Oliver didn’t seem worried they’d just eaten something poisonous or anything, so he mentally passed the comment off as something he would have to learn more about. Which was like, everything, but Diego wasn’t daunted yet. It was all too fresh, he was too excited to be free to feel overwhelmed. Diego nodded his agreement to the plan -- it wasn’t like he had any other ideas on what to do -- then smiled even brighter when Oliver asked how he was. Not many people did that honestly, and even then it was usually a doctor who was just checking so he could make notes in the chart. “I am elated,” he said, switching back to Spanish since it was easier to express himself. “Scared of course. Intimidated by how much there is to learn. But so, so excited. I am free, thanks to you.” The admiration and gratitude shone out of his eyes as he gazed across the tiny table at Oliver. Then Diego’s smile faded a bit and his brows quirked up. “How are you? I had nothing to leave behind, but you ... you gave up everything, for me?”
Knowing Diego was so happy made all of this worth it. Oliver hadn't had a lot of time to consider all the consequences beyond the obvious, so he hadn't really thought that maybe Diego would be scared or miserable, being taken away from everything he knew. Rationally Oliver knew that wasn't likely, but it could have been so much worse than this. He smiled at Diego's question, nudging his foot beneath the table. "I didn't have much to give up," he admitted. "And even if I did, getting you safe would have been more important anyway. I think... I will feel better about all of this once we're somewhere safe and we can settle for a while. I think somewhere warm would be nice."
The discomfort and disorientation might hit Diego later, after the fresh thrill of being free wore off. He would definitely have to adjust to life outside what had essentially been a prison for almost all of his formative years. But at the moment he was just riding the high. He was wildly in love, he was free for the first time in his life, he felt like they could go anywhere, and they were going to do it together. “I would love somewhere warm,” he said, something a little wicked in his eyes now. Diego wet his lips and pushed back from the tiny table, moving to stand in front of Oliver. He reached out one hand to run through his curls, quietly awed that he could just touch Oliver whenever he wanted to now. “I will go anywhere with you,” Diego added in a murmur.
Oliver's gaze followed Diego intently, his pulse quickening when Diego neared. His hand in Oliver's hair felt amazing and his eyelids suddenly felt heavy. With him standing so close now, Oliver rested his hands on Diego's waist. "I'll try not to screw this up," he said. They would learn together as they went. Diego had so much to see and do and learn. It might become a bit overwhelming from time to time but Oliver had no doubt they could handle it. There was no other option now. "I just want to make sure you're safe and happy. I'll do whatever I can."
He’d already pulled off something amazing, and they had escaped. Diego didn’t think Oliver could screw it up, at least not fully on his own, but he knew he didn’t know much about the world in general. Maybe he would be scared later, but for now he felt full and warm and happy and sure they could get out there and make a life for themselves. That was all he wanted too. “You have already done more for me than anyone since I was little,” he murmured, gazing down at that lovely face with a sublime smile. Moving his hands to brace against the arms of the chair Oliver was sitting in, Diego leaned in to kiss him softly. “Now we are in this together. And I will turn the world upside down to protect you,” he whispered. Diego knew he was quite capable of killing people if he had to, and now he knew that he absolutely would for Oliver.
In a way Oliver felt like it was a lot to live up to. He had saved Diego, but he didn't want Diego to consider him a savior. Oliver felt like maybe it would be easier to disappoint that way, being placed so high on a pedestal. More than anything, he wanted them to be on even ground... and grounded. Still, Diego was so sweet in his adoration that Oliver felt like he could bask in it for a while longer. Smiling against Diego's lips, Oliver's fingers tightened on his waist. "Let's try to keep the world rightside up for a while," he murmured. "Anything you need though, I'll do my very best." For a moment he wondered what he would do if Diego's abilities got out of control, but he'd always been able to control it when Oliver was around, so hopefully that would continue in the real world.
Getting out of control hadn’t even crossed Diego’s mind yet as a possibility. He had a good enough handle on his powers, things just ... got a little out of hand sometimes. And now he would be around a lot more people to witness it. But it would be fine. He would make sure it was. He wouldn’t be any trouble for Oliver and he would learn fast and be helpful and everything would be great. Diego smiled into the kiss briefly before he deepened it, one hand moving to take the front of Oliver’s shirt in his fist. A second or two later, he pulled back and grinned again, straightening up and tugging on Oliver to come with him as he backed up. “I need you on the bed, right now,” he murmured back. They’d been so tired early that morning when they’d arrived, Diego hadn’t gotten to appreciate being in bed with him, and he wanted to change that now that they were rested and fed.
It was nice to be able to kiss Diego without worrying about someone catching them. Or having to bribe someone else for a few moments alone. Oliver couldn't help but smile at Diego's words, even though his pulse quickened a touch. He'd fallen asleep on the bed with Diego earlier, but he had been so tired that he'd done it without thought. Now the bed held different connotations which were both exciting and a bit nerve wracking. He stood and followed Diego the short distance to the bed. "I promise there are more comfortable beds out there than this one," he said with a laugh and he crawled onto it to get comfortable himself. "I didn't ask... were you able to get some sleep too?"
Diego thought briefly about stripping before he joined Oliver on the bed, but that seemed like rushing things. They’d kissed, they’d touched each other, but all clothes had to stay on during their stolen moments, in spite of how much they burned for more. Now they had time and opportunity and the energy for it -- whatever ‘it’ turned out to be -- and Diego wanted nothing more than to explore. But they could take their time. He got horizontal and settled next to Oliver, up on his side and facing him, one hand tucking the lumpy pillow more solidly under his head. He gave a smile that was a little shy around the edges as he reached out to let his fingers trail against Oliver’s chest. “Yes, for a while,” he answered softly. “And I hope you slept well.”
Oliver was more than okay with taking their time. He knew Diego had been essentially held captive for the majority of his life, but Oliver didn't have much experience in that particular area either. He had kissed people before, but that was more or less it. So yeah, he was nervous. But in a good way. "Good," he said with a small smile. "You handled everything better than I had hoped. I know it was sudden." Diego had placed complete trust in Oliver. It was a powerful thing. Reaching out, Oliver placed his hand on Diego's side, loving how close they were lying together. "I like this. Not having to look at the camera, or listen for footsteps..."
Diego wouldn’t have said he had experience either, though bad people had done things to him when he’d been a child, after he’d been stolen from his family in El Salvador. He didn’t count that, he’d been helpless and innocent and it was all pushed down deep and locked in a box inside him. This was something he wanted though -- to follow the feelings he had and see where they led. To do what felt right and good with someone he trusted and loved. He didn’t want to talk about how he’d handled the escape, he didn’t want to think about that place anymore. At least not while they were close like this. “Yes, we are both free now,” he agreed in a murmur, shifting in even closer to Oliver’s body. Diego felt warmer already. After searching Oliver’s eyes for a beat to hunt for any aversion, Diego closed the gap and kissed him, warm and gentle.
There was absolutely no aversion. Oliver felt nothing but the fluttering in his chest and the warmth that spread from his fingertips to his toes when Diego's lips found his again. He felt like this is what he should have been doing during his teenage years. Stretched out on a bed with someone he loved, kissing and touching one another without a care in the world. Of course, Oliver hadn't really felt any desire to do so before meeting Diego, despite the one or two girls he had kissed in school. He had just wanted to graduate. To find work. To make money and try to keep his head above water, especially after his father died. He hadn't felt any real attraction to the girls he knew, or the guys. Maybe he had just been waiting for this. It was idyllic and romanticized, but he didn't care. Slipping his arm over Diego more firmly, Oliver parted his lips to deepen the kiss, not thinking Diego would mind.
Diego had been stunted in countless ways that made him feel anxious and behind everything, but this one didn’t, for some reason. Maybe because he was so comfortable with Oliver. He knew Oliver wouldn’t laugh at him or think he was stupid for not knowing stuff he didn’t know, Oliver understood. Diego could feel it in every brush of his lips and the way his hand felt on Diego’s back. He accepted the deeper kiss with relish, his tongue coming forward to brush against Oliver’s, waves of tingles spreading down through him from their mouths. He thought he could feel his heartbeat in every inch of his body. Without giving it too much thought, Diego shifted in even closer until they were pressed flush together, his arm around Oliver’s shoulder so he could bury fingers in his hair. Heat was growing in his gut and he was quickly getting hard, arousal mixing with excited anticipation.
Oliver was starting to feel a bit breathless and overheated. His body had most definitely responded to the closeness, and the kisses, but he wasn't embarrassed by it. He could feel Diego's erection pressed against him and it was an exhilarating feeling. Maybe there was a quiet voice in the back of his mind saying they should slow down, but it was easy enough to ignore it. It just felt so good, and after so much stress and badness over the past few months... why not enjoy this? He wouldn't do anything Diego didn't want to do, but Oliver didn't want to pull back either. He didn't want to make those choices for the other boy. His own tongue slid against Diego's, his fingers pressing deeper into Diego's back. It didn't feel like they could get close enough, despite their bodies being pressed together. Oliver never knew kissing someone without restrictions or worries could feel this good.
He didn’t exactly have a plan -- Diego was vaguely familiar with how sex worked between men and women, and he knew what he’d been subjected to as a kid, but none of that seemed remotely connected to what he and Oliver were doing now. He didn’t know how far this would go today, but he already desperately wanted to get rid of the clothes between them so he could feel Oliver’s entire body, actually get to see and touch the tantalizing bulge in the front of his jeans. Diego kissed him hungrily, happy to fall into that state of being where his mind was quiet and he was just feeling. It was similar to when he was deep into using his power, but this was so much more delicious. After another moment or two, Diego moved his hand to the hem of Oliver’s shirt to start peeling it up to get it off. No matter how far it went, he was dying to feel bare skin on his.
Oliver tried not to appear too eager when Diego reached for his shirt, but he helped pull it off without hesitation. The cool air felt good against his overheated skin and Oliver tossed his shirt somewhere behind him before reaching for Diego's to do the same. He had never felt the bare skin of someone else pressed against his, and it had never been something he craved until this moment. Yes, his cock was aching in his jeans, and yes, he was extremely aroused, but this also felt wonderfully intimate. This was a closeness he and Diego hadn't been able to share back at the facility. Even if they didn't do much more than lay together and kiss, it was so much more than he could have hoped for. When they were both bare from the waist up, Oliver smiled and rested down beside Diego again, his hand sliding down Diego's bare waist. "You're not ticklish, are you?" His tone was light and teasing.
In the facility, sometimes the skin hunger had been unbearable. Especially after he’d hit puberty and his body had started changing and craving more of everything. Food, sleep, stimulation, sex. He got none of the last one except from himself, and he could remember lying awake so many nights, squirming around in his bed and unable to get comfortable just from the need to be touched. He wasn’t consciously aware of it, but nights like that made him act up worse during the day, just to feel hands on him as he was restrained. This was so much better though, and Diego didn’t hesitate to get out of his shirt. Once Oliver was close again, Diego stroked his hand down his smooth back, relishing the gentle slopes of muscle over bone, how broad shoulders tapered down to a slim waist. “I don’t think so,” he murmured back with a little grin. If he was, he didn’t know about it. “Maybe we’ll find out.” With a cheeky crinkle around his eyes, Diego let his hand slip a bit lower to trace over the curve of Oliver’s ass though his jeans. He gave a squeeze and immediately loved how it felt.
Releasing a soft laugh, Oliver squeezed Diego's side gently. He wasn't in the mood to tickle, but it was better to know in case he touched a sensitive spot. Strangely enough, he didn't really feel shy about his body. He wasn't super fit, and he didn't have a six pack or anything, but he had mostly eaten healthy and had done his best to take care of himself. Besides, it was hard not to feel sexy with the way Diego was touching him. Rather than reply, Oliver leaned in to kiss Diego again, his hand splaying against Diego's back. His skin was so warm and soft. Oliver's fingers itched to just stroke and touch every inch that he could. There was such a languid feeling to the entire thing and before he could think about it too much, his hand slid down to grip Diego's ass. It seemed only fair.
Oliver was hot as hell to Diego, and had nothing to be shy about in the first place. It wasn’t like he had a point of reference anyway, besides his own body, and he was no underwear model either. Diego didn’t even know what underwear models looked like. Oliver’s body felt unspeakably good against his own, like it was meant to be there, and that meant more than anything else. The hand on his ass made Diego groan softly into the kiss, and the clenchy feeling in his chest intensified. He slowly rolled his hips forward to rub against Oliver, breath catching in his throat at just how good the warm pressure felt. Diego nipped lightly at his bottom lip, his hand sliding back up Oliver’s back to grip his shoulder for a second before it restlessly moved back down. He was still too dressed, but Diego wasn’t ready to pull away yet to fix that.
A groan escaped him when he felt Diego press against him. It seemed to send a fresh wave of arousal through his body and his fingers tightened against Diego's ass in response. His cock certainly enjoyed the extra friction and without giving it a lot of thought, he rocked his hips to Diego's again. He just wanted more of that delicious feeling. Oliver brought his hand up from Diego's ass to slide his fingers into Diego's hair instead, clutching the strands gently as he deepened their kiss with more passion, more need. Shutting off his brain completely was all he could do. Right now, he just wanted to touch, and feel and kiss and let their bodies take them wherever they were meant to go. It felt like his cock was in charge now, and that was more than okay with Oliver.
The way that Oliver’s hips moved and the fingers in his hair made Diego feel like he was melting inside. He was full of a restless craving now for things he couldn’t even name, but the way Oliver kissed him was getting closer to it. His own passion surging up in him, Diego returned the intensity of the kiss. His hips were still moving without conscious thought, his body seeking out the friction and heat and the push of Oliver’s bulge against his. He felt like he could come in his pants if they did this long enough, but God he wanted to feel Oliver’s hand on him first. Wanting to get even closer, he wedged his thigh in between Oliver’s knees, bringing it up to nudge against the warmth of his crotch as they rocked together. One hand moved down his warm back to slip under the waistband of his jeans to feel the bare skin of his ass.
A low groan formed in Oliver's throat. He wanted to strip them both naked and just... something. He couldn't even really define it himself. All he knew to do was let his body direct him, and his body was eager for so much more. There was definitely a chance he might come in his jeans and he really didn't want to do that, even though the urge was strong to keep rocking against Diego until he did. "You feel so good," he whispered against Diego's lips. "Can I touch you?" It was instinctive to just slip his hand down between them and into Diego's pants, but he didn't want to push that far without Diego wanting it too.
Diego let out a low groan at those words, surprisingly turned on by the fact that Oliver asked before he did it. He wouldn’t have minded the assumption, he was dying for Oliver to touch him, but the inherent respect there really meant a lot to him, even if he didn’t fully understand why. “Yes,” he breathed back, his heart pounding in his chest with anticipation. “Por favor ...” Diego had thought he’d been horny before, but he’d never been this turned on in his life, and he did worry for a second that just the first touch of Oliver’s hand would send him over the edge ... but if it did, it did. Oliver would understand, he felt sure, and at this point any relief from the needy ache in his cock was appealing.
Oliver licked his lips and glanced down between their bodies, feeling like he needed to do this right, although he didn't really know what right was. But he knew how he liked to touch himself, and maybe that was all Oliver really needed to know. At least for now. With his heart a jackhammer in his chest, he slipped his hand down between them, grazing his fingers along the waistband of Diego's pants before dipping his fingers inside. Diego's skin was hot and Oliver exhaled softly at the feel of his cock, so smooth and hard against his palm. Bringing his gaze back up to Diego's face, Oliver watched him with heavy lidded eyes, wanting to look for any sign that he should stop... or keep going.
It felt like every cell in Diego’s body was buzzing with anticipation. He wanted to be doing it too, wanted to yank Oliver’s jeans open so he could touch him at the same time ... but he also wanted to fully relish this moment. It wasn’t sex yet, he didn’t think, but he still felt like he was losing his virginity. His breath caught as Oliver’s warm hand made contact with his cock, his lashes fluttering closed for a moment. It felt unspeakably good, better than his own hand ever had, and it took some real concentration not to come yet. Diego forced his eyes open again so he could meet Oliver’s dark gaze, not wanting to miss any aspect of this intimacy. He took his hand out of the back of Oliver’s jeans to bring it around to the front and started fumbling with his fly to get it unbuttoned and unzipped. “Me too?” he whispered huskily.
This was more intimacy than Oliver had ever shared with another person. The air between them felt heady and sizzling and Oliver wondered if there was a way to make this last the entire day. Or maybe forever. He was emboldened to touch some more, taking a moment to free Diego fully from his pants before his fingers curled around Diego's cock to stroke softly. He was so focused on the task at hand that it took him a moment to even recognize what Diego was doing. His cock throbbed with anticipation and Oliver nodded, his throat dry. His hand itched to help Diego, but it was sexier to have Diego do it himself. Almost like he was being undressed and Oliver wasn't really prepared for just how much he liked it. It was becoming harder to breathe so he couldn't kiss Diego as much as he wanted to, but he kept his face close to Diego's, nuzzling their noses together as his fingers continued to explore Diego's length.
The softer elastic-waistband pants he was wearing made Diego a bit more accessible, but he didn’t mind the work of getting inside Oliver’s jeans. It took a few seconds longer than it might have if electric waves of pleasure weren’t running up his spine from Oliver’s hand on his cock, but he did his best. God, it felt so good. So good, better than he ever would have thought. Diego jerked off pretty often, like any other healthy young man, but the sensations from someone else touching him was on a whole different level. Finally he had Oliver’s jeans open and he dipped his hand inside of them and his boxers to touch him back. Diego gave a soft groan as he slid his fingers against that hot silky skin. He was so hard. It was one thing to know that and another to feel it and know it was because of him. He pushed at the denim and cotton and carefully pulled Oliver’s cock free so he could wrap his hand around it and really explore. He brushed his lips against Oliver’s again, breathing heavier himself now.
Oh god, how was he supposed to not come? How did men have any sense of stamina when it felt this good? Oliver shivered at Diego's touch, his eyes closing as pleasure soared through his body. He wanted to push off his jeans completely, but that would be rolling away and taking his hands off of Diego, and Oliver didn't want to do that. So he tried to focus on touching Diego, to bring him as much pleasure as he could. His lips found Diego's again and he kissed him hard and deep, wanting to just let the passion take over. His hips pressed a bit into Diego's grip. There was definitely the urge for more, but he had no idea how to ask for it, or what to do. It didn't feel that important, to be honest. Oliver just wanted to ride this out, to let his body take the lead with Diego. He had never felt like this before and he didn't want it to end too soon.
The entire world had narrowed to this bed and this man and this moment for Diego. He’d forgotten all about his past, where they’d just come from, where they were. All that mattered was Oliver and how their bodies were working together. It simultaneously felt like the best thing in the universe and just the tip of the iceberg. If just hands felt this good, Diego couldn’t even imagine how a mouth might feel. Or some other orifice he could barely even think about. He kissed Oliver back with abandon, all of him invested in the moment and the pleasure they were creating between them. He caressed Oliver’s cock and balls all over before he curled his fingers around him again, thumb rubbing over the sensitive head. He had foreskin like Diego did, so that made it easier to know what to do. Diego started to stroke him slowly, working his hand up and down the thick shaft, loving every shiver and shaky breath that told him it felt good.
Oliver's body was trembling harder and he pressed his forehead against Diego's, a breath shuddering from his lips. "Wait." He breathed. He felt silly and a little embarrassed, but he had to let go of Diego's cock long enough to grip Diego's hand to stop him. "I'm sorry... I don't want to... too soon." His face was on fire and Oliver opened his eyes to look at Diego, feeling sheepish. "It feels good." That was the understatement of the century. But putting his feelings into words right now was impossible. His entire brain was full of Diego. His senses were enveloped by the other man and Oliver was feeling weirdly emotional about it. Taking a breath, he started to touch Diego again, stroking slowly. "You drive me crazy."
Diego wanted to whine and squirm and insist that he wanted to make Oliver come, but he didn’t want this to be over either. God, he even loved the flush that bloomed on Oliver’s cheeks and the strength in his grip as he held onto Diego’s hand. It was a desperate clutch for a second, and desperation was apparently sexy to him. Once his hand was free, Diego switched to rubbing gently at Oliver’s balls to give him a moment to back off the edge he was so clearly close to. Diego could relate -- the resumed strokes made him moan and push forward against Oliver’s hand. “Likewise, mi amor,” he whispered back, then let out a breathy laugh. Diego met Oliver’s eyes briefly. They were even more beautiful so close up. He bit into his bottom lip to muffle another groan. “I’ve never done this before,” he confessed, trailing his fingertips up the underside of Oliver’s cock. It probably wasn’t much of a confession, considering his circumstances, but it felt right to say it, if only to explain why he was going to come before too long himself.
Hearing that Diego had never done this before wasn't surprising. He had been in the "care" of the facility for so long and Oliver was pretty sure he was the first and only tech Diego had been attracted to. Or at least the only one he had been able to touch. "Me either," Oliver admitted, thinking that might be more surprising. At least to Diego. "I've never wanted to do this before I met you." Another shiver went down his spine at the soft touch of Diego's fingers, but he felt like he would be able to handle himself now. Pressing his lips to Diego's again, Oliver began to stroke Diego a bit more firmly, hoping he was doing it right. It was one thing to jerk off on his own, it was another to jerk off someone else. Oliver just wanted to make it good for Diego, to make him want this again and again.
It was too late for that, as Diego was already addicted to everything about this. Oliver’s mouth on his and that huskiness in his voice and the way his hand worked Diego’s cock ... he wasn’t sure how they would ever stop doing this. He was indeed surprised to hear that it was Oliver’s first time too, but he didn’t have much time to process that because a surge of intense emotion and pleasure overshadowed the surprise. Diego was going to remember those words forever. Oliver had never wanted anyone but him. It made his chest feel too full and put even more pressure in his balls. He groaned wantonly into this kiss, his hand curling around Oliver’s cock again. He didn’t stroke yet though, just held on, too wrapped up in the sensations pulsing through his own body. His hips started to rock along with Oliver’s hand, his heart pounding as he tried to fend off the growing need for release.
Maybe his entire life had been leading to this moment. Oliver didn't really know. He had never really been one to believe in fate, but Diego was certainly making him question that now. It was slowly dawning on Oliver that he had risked his life to free Diego. It had been a decision made without hesitation, and he would do it again. That was love, it had to be. Oliver tried to breathe through all of the sensations hitting him at once. He kept a firm rhythm over Diego's cock now while letting his own pleasure guide him. "Feels so good," he breathed, aware that he had already said that, many times, but goddamn, it did. Even with an inexperienced hand on him, it was Diego's hand and Oliver never thought they would ever get to do anything like this. He wanted to do more... strip Diego naked, climb on top of him and feel their bare skin pressed together. He wanted to slide down and replace his hand with his mouth. But all of those things would come in time, he knew.
This was just the first taste, the appetizer to whet their appetite for one another -- not that they had needed it, it felt like Diego had been hard and yearning for Oliver every minute since that first stolen kiss. After a rest, Diego was going to want so much more of this. They weren’t even fully naked together, and he craved that full skin-on-skin contact so badly already. “Uh huh,” he agreed in an exhale, unable to be much more eloquent than that. It did feel good, the best thing he’d ever felt, and the strokes of Oliver’s hand was rapidly driving him toward his edge. Not wanting to be selfish with all the pleasure, Diego decided to say ‘fuck it’ to holding back. He started to stroke Oliver’s cock in the same way, his grip firm and confident enough as he worked it the way he would work his own. He was completely lost in the pleasure and overwhelming feelings of adoration, the only thing keeping him from flying off the edge was wanting Oliver to join him. “Come with me,” he panted, meeting Oliver’s eyes again.
At Diego's request, a strangled sort of sigh of relief escaped Oliver. He had been trying so hard to hold back, but knowing Diego wanted it as much he did meant he could let go without feeling embarrassed by it. His gaze locked onto Diego's and he allowed himself to be overcome by everything. The physical sensations, the emotional ones and how full his chest felt in that moment. "Yes, yes," Oliver groaned, finally closing his eyes tight as his orgasm rose swiftly, causing his hips to buck against Diego. He spilled over Diego's hand with a low moan and tried his best to keep up the rhythm he had built up over Diego's cock at the same time. It was like his spine had melted into a warm pile of goo, it felt so damn amazing.
Every moment had seemed to top the one before, and now that they were at the peak, Diego could hardly believe this was real, it was so good. He was sure he felt Oliver’s cock swell harder in his hand, and the look of ecstasy on his face was incredible. He didn’t have to keep up what he was doing very long, as Diego’s own pleasure spiked higher and he lost control. He shuddered and groaned sharply, his forehead pressed to Oliver’s while his hips gave a few more shaky pumps. It was the best orgasm he’d ever had, without question, and he rode it out for as long as he could, keeping his grip on Oliver’s cock so he could do the same. They’d made a mess of themselves, but that felt perfect too in the moment, like it bonded them further together.
Oliver had never imagined that getting someone off could somehow intensify his own orgasm, but it did. He loved how Diego moved his hips harder against him, how his cock swelled. It didn't bother him, how sticky they were now. He actually found it kind of sexy. Diego's face was flushed and Oliver reveled in the way he could feel Diego's hot breath against him. Trying to catch his own breath, Oliver slowed his hand, but he didn't release Diego's cock just yet. Instead he kissed Diego deep, groaning into the other man's mouth. Suddenly it felt like the facility was lightyears away and nothing could touch them now. If he could bask in that feeling for a while longer, he would.
The pleasure that was just in his dick seemed to jump up into his heart when Oliver kissed him like that, and Diego returned it with equal intensity. He wanted to do this again already, even before his erection was really fading. Their cum was cooling and getting stickier as he kept slowly rubbing Oliver’s shaft, but that didn’t matter. He was tempted to taste it, just to see, but his mouth was pretty occupied at the moment. He didn’t think he’d ever felt so good, and it made his chest and throat feel tight with emotion. “Te amo,” he whispered in between kisses. “This is the happiest I’ve ever been.” Considering the life he’d had up until now, maybe that wasn’t saying much, but it was still the world to Diego.
Oliver nuzzled his nose to Diego's, his chest tight with warmth and emotion. "Te amo," he murmured. His body felt like it could just melt into the bed. Had he ever been that satisfied jerking off before? Not even close. Was it supposed to be this perfect with another person? Was he romanticizing this in his head? Oliver didn't think so. He had always trusted his gut, and his gut told him they were meant to be here together. "I'm going to try and make you happier than this," he added with a lazy smile. They probably needed a shower, and maybe some more sleep before they left later that night, but Oliver just wanted to lay there for him for a while.
Diego had never thought he would actually be in love, though he daydreamed intensely about it fairly often. He’d been living mostly in his imagination for a long time, but now, finally, the real world could actually hold a candle to it. It felt incredible. He didn’t know enough to be wary of it, to worry that it was false or fleeting, or that he and Oliver might discover over time that they couldn’t stand one another. It felt like destiny to him too. He huffed an amused sound, dimpling in return. He couldn’t picture being even happier than he was right then, but Diego was all in favor of letting Oliver try. “You are off to a good start, mi amor,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to Oliver’s lips. He was absolutely fine with lingering in bed, cuddled in close and still holding each other’s cocks. Everything felt soft and sweet and gentle now, and Diego wanted to soak in as much of that as he could.
Oliver could only hope he would continue making Diego happy. They were both young, and Diego had so much to learn. Hell, so did Oliver. But hopefully they could learn together. No matter what happened, even if feelings changed, though he didn't feel in his heart that they ever would, he could do everything he could to keep Diego safe. There was love here, but there was also responsibility. Oliver relaxed a bit against his pillow, still smiling softly. "Maybe we can take a shower together in a few minutes... I want to wash your back," he said with a widening grin. "If that's okay... I know you probably enjoy the privacy in there."
That sounded like continued heaven to Diego. He had enjoyed taking a shower without being monitored, but he had a feeling taking one with Oliver would prove even more wonderful. Being watched was very different than being joined. He nodded, still smiling himself as he nuzzled another kiss to Oliver’s lips. “I enjoy you more than privacy,” he murmured. Washing and being washed ... he wouldn’t be surprised if they ended up jerking each other off again if the hot water held out. Diego just wanted to be naked and touching Oliver as often as possible. What they’d just been through had been scary, and he was sure there were rough days ahead -- the trauma from the life he’d lived couldn’t just be flicked off like a light switch -- but for the first time in a very long time, Diego had hope for better days too. He wasn’t alone anymore, and they could make it together.