Who: Oliver and Diego When: Friday, evening, June 1st Where: Home Warning: Turns NSFW Status: Complete
Planning a revolution was stressful. That was probably an overly dramatic way to think about what he and the other AIR survivors were doing, but it felt like that sometimes. They were talking strategy, about hiding in plain sight, they’d started a spy campaign of sorts with Haisley and Wilkes’s nephew, they planned to cut the power of AIR off at its head ... what else could he call it? It wasn’t easy to be involved with, however. Or maybe it was extra difficult on him because he could feel Oliver’s disapproval and worry every time the subject came up. Even sometimes when it didn’t.
Diego didn’t know how to make him feel better about all of it, without compromising what he truly felt was the right thing to do. Right came before personal safety, didn’t it? That had been what drove Oliver to free him from the facility in the first place, hadn’t it? Rightness and an incredibly powerful infatuation, that was. Oliver risked it all for him, Diego felt like he had to pay that forward somehow. He owed it to the world, and any other victims AIR had in their sights.
That didn’t make it easy though, and the weight of their disagreement was straining their relationship. Diego knew that Oliver would never abandon him alone, but it was all still low-key terrifying. He didn’t want to damage what they had permanently, because Oliver was his life. So he’d been trying to make up for it in smaller ways -- the house was always clean, Oliver’s laundry always done, Diego had picked up more of the cooking ... but lately he felt they needed some personal time together. Time to just forget about everything and rekindle what they loved about each other.
He’d asked Haisley if she would mind giving them the house for most of the evening at least, and she’d been agreeable. While Oliver was at work, he’d run to the grocery store, then cleaned again and then started cooking a meal for them that was more than their usual fare. As the clock ticked closer to when Oliver usually arrived home, Diego changed into some nicer clothes and opened up a bottle of wine for them. He was determined to thoroughly romance his man, even if it was just at home.
Being in love with someone planning a revolution was stressful. Oliver wasn't oblivious to how Diego was cooking more, eager to keep Oliver happy though it wasn't really necessary. He always appreciated everything Diego did and he felt a little guilty that Diego felt the need to go above and beyond because of all of this AIR business. Oliver knew that he had trouble masking his emotions. He wore his heart on his sleeve just the same as Diego did and he couldn't pretend to be happy about any of this when he wasn't. At the same time, he was trying to be supportive because he didn't want to drive Diego away. Oliver knew his partner's heart was in the right place but Oliver couldn't shake the dreadful feeling that this would all end horribly for everyone involved.
When he arrived home from his shift at the hospital, he walked into the house and was immediately overcome by the smell of something delicious coming from the kitchen. His stomach rumbled, reminding him that he'd had very little to eat that day and Oliver set his keys down while calling out for Diego. Haisley wasn't lounging on the couch and her shoes were gone so he was assuming she was out and about. Whether that was by design, or just a nice coincidence, Oliver wasn't sure.
Diego emerged from the bedroom hallway, where he’d been tidying up a bit and making it welcoming, and he smiled at Oliver. “Hello, mi amor, welcome home,” he said, stepping in close for a kiss. Oliver looked delicious to him, even with scrubs and tired eyes. Diego hoped the work day hadn’t been too hard on him and he would be open to being pampered. After they’d properly greeted one another, Diego stepped back and started for the kitchen. “Haisley is out,” he said over his shoulder. “I’ve got a pot roast going, some red potatoes and asparagus ... and this.” He snagged the glasses of red wine off the counter and brought them back toward Oliver, offering his out. “I hope you’re ready to relax,” he added with a little grin.
Oliver took the wine, a smile playing at his lips. It had been a while since they'd had a night just for them. As much as he adored Haisley now, it had definitely been an adjustment having another person in the small space they called a home. Sometimes it was difficult to find privacy just for the two of them. After a sip of wine, Oliver glanced towards the kitchen, his stomach appreciating the delicious scent of pot roast. "Have I forgotten about a special occasion?" he asked with a cocked brow. He knew he hadn't, and that Diego was doing all of this because of how strained things had been lately but Oliver would rather tease a bit and keep things light then get into another discussion about AIR.
He was aware that he didn’t have much of a poker face, or the social skills to be some suave manipulator, so Diego knew Oliver probably knew where his motivation came from. But he felt it genuinely, that he needed to put some effort in to reconnect to his love and make sure Oliver knew how valued he was. Diego wanted to try anyway. He chuckled at the question and shrugged. “I’m sure it’s like ... National Sock Folding Day or something, somewhere ... but no. I just wanted to do something for you. For us.” Diego sidled in close and slipped an arm around Oliver again, giving his ass a squeeze through his scrubs. “We’ve got about half an hour left on the meat if you want to get cleaned up,” he murmured, leaning in to nuzzle his nose against Oliver’s cheek.
Oliver couldn't help but chuckle at the thought of there being a national sock folding day, but... it probably existed. He pressed a kiss against the side of Diego's mouth. "Let me go shower and get out of these scrubs. I won't be too long if you need any help finishing up dinner." He was pretty sure Diego would insist he had it all taken care of, but Oliver wanted to offer anyway. He always enjoyed cooking, especially with Diego. Of course, he wouldn't pout if Diego finished up before Oliver could make himself useful. It had been a long day at the hospital and he just wanted to spend time with Diego, whatever they ended up doing.
“Ah, not much to do now anyway. Take your time,” Diego predictably assured him with a bright smile. He had dinner all under control, with a little help from the internet. He loved cooking with Oliver too, but he’d wanted to be the one doing all of this tonight. He patted Oliver’s rear end again and headed to the kitchen once they parted company to check on the food. That didn’t take a very long time though, it was really just a waiting game. Diego puttered around a bit, getting the table set and trying not to follow Oliver into the bathroom to hover and chat him up while he showered. It was something he did often enough, but it seemed more Romantic to give his partner a bit of space to decompress. So Diego ended up pouring himself another glass while he played on his phone until Oliver returned.
Oliver left his wine on the counter and headed for the bedroom to strip out of his scrubs. Diego had told him to take his time, but Oliver didn't linger too long in the shower. He might have just pulled on sweatpants and a t-shirt for dinner, but Diego had clearly taken the time to wear something nice, so Oliver did the same. He didn't bother doing much with his hair other than running his hands through it but Oliver felt comfortable enough when he entered the room and picked up his wine again. "What can I help with?" he asked Diego before taking a sip.
Diego happened to adore Oliver’s hair when he just let it dry naturally, it got curly and perfectly stroke-able. He looked gorgeous when he came out, and Diego grinned over the fact that he’d put on something decent, even though Oliver had every right to want to be as comfortable as possible after a long day of work. Diego put his phone down and moved in closer to Oliver, slipping an arm around him as he kissed his shoulder. “Nada,” he said. “Just be beautiful and hungry and give me ehhhh ...” Diego craned his neck to glance at the oven clock. “Five more minutes.”
"I can do all of those things," Oliver said, reaching up to slip his hand around the nape of Diego's neck. He squeezed gently and pressed a kiss to Diego's cheek before pulling away. "With wine, of course." He had to admit, it was nice to have the place to themselves for a while. To sit down and eat without the dark cloud of AIR hovering over them. At least, he hoped for a clear sky. Sometimes it felt like the elephant in the room, even when they weren't discussing it. "What did you do today?" Oliver sipped from his wine glass again.
Diego gave him some space, even though he kind of wanted to keep snuggling him until those five minutes were up and he had to move away. In the years they’d been together, Diego had been through bouts of intense clinginess that he tried to be more aware of these days. Oliver had always been wonderfully patient with him as he learned to navigate relationships -- as they both did, really -- but everything felt more on edge these days. Diego was looking forward to it all being over, assuming they all survived. He moved to the stove to start getting the veggies onto plates. “Oh this and that,” he said. “Went to the grocery store, talked to Haisley for a bit, cleaned some ... started plotting to romance you.” Diego glanced around with a little smirk.
“Sounds like a productive day," Oliver said with a small smile as he moved to sit down at the table. The wine was pretty good and since he didn't have to work in the morning, he was more than okay with having another glass once this was gone. "You know I never get tired of being romanced." And he understood Diego's need to have a night alone with Oliver so they could try and reconnect. Things had been tense lately and it drove Oliver crazy in ways he couldn't quite articulate, even to himself. "How's Haisley? No complaints about being kicked out of the house for a while?"
He supposed it was productive in a sense, even if most of it had the ulterior motive of wanting to please Oliver. Diego had the probably-irrational sense that he’d been more trouble than he was worth lately, and while he knew in his head that was dumb, he still worried. What if one day he woke up and there was nothing but a goodbye note left behind? It was nightmarish, but so was what AIR was still doing to people. Diego tried to stop thinking about it. He pulled the roast out and started to cut into it to serve. “Does that sweet angel ever complain?” he asked, knowing humor in his voice. Haisley was anything but an angel. She was very agreeable with them though, and he hoped she continued to grow into the confidence to say No when she wanted to. “She has some friends now, so I don’t think she minds too much.” Diego brought the plates to the set table when they were ready, putting Oliver’s down in front of him. “How was work?” he asked, moving away again to fetch his own wine and a couple of other things.
Oliver chuckled at the mention of Haisley being an angel. She hadn't been trouble for them and she seemed to want to make them both happy when she could. But she could also be moody and sullen, which Oliver supposed was Haisley just being a teenager. Oliver was as patient as he could be during those times but it seemed like she gravitated towards Diego more often than not. That was also to be expected, given what they had in common. The food looked and smelled delicious and Oliver set his wine down, his stomach rumbling again in appreciation. "Work was fine. Nothing spectacular. This looks really good. Gracias," he said, smiling at Diego when he sat back down. "You really didn't have to go to all of this trouble, but my stomach is very thankful for it."
Diego leaned over to give Oliver a quick kiss and beamed at him. “You are worth all the trouble and more, mi amor,” he said as he sat back. Diego picked up his fork and knife to get the first taste and see if it had actually turned out well. He liked doing things for his man and always had -- Diego knew his reasons for laying it on thick tonight were probably obvious, but he truly did want Oliver to enjoy himself. The flavor of the meat turned out to be delightful, and Diego gave a groan of appreciation as he chewed. It wasn’t the best meal he’d ever made, but it would rank pretty high, so far. “I’ve outdone myself. I’m a genius, you can say it,” he said once he’d washed the bite down with some wine, flashing Oliver another grin.
The motives behind the wine and dine were pretty obvious, but it was hard for Oliver to be put off by it. He loved Diego, no matter how many arguments they had about AIR. It was because he loved Diego that Oliver kept pushing back on things that might end up hurting him. Oliver had the feeling they would just keep going around in circles until it was all over, for better or for worse. Taking a bite of his dinner, Oliver took his time chewing, his dark brows drawn together thoughtfully, as if he were a food critic in a fancy restaurant. When he finally swallowed, he took a long sip of wine before finally grinning. "Okay, fine, you're a genius. This is very good. Remind me to save some for Haisley or I may end up eating the whole thing."
He wasn’t put off by the wait for praise, because he knew it was coming, and Diego just grinned even harder when Oliver finally relented. “I will, I’ll save her some,” he said. “Because you are not allowed to clean up. Nothing but relaxation for you.” Diego wasn’t dumb, he didn’t think that any of this would soften Oliver’s opinions about anything, he just wanted to keep nuturing that love that kept them together in spite of everything else. Diego ate a few more bites, then hummed a bit as he looked over at his love. “Remember when we splurged on that place in LA? It was some restaurant in an expensive hotel, wasn’t it? And I thought everything was gross?” Diego tittered a bit.
Oliver's smile softened as he studied Diego. He wanted to say that he didn't need to be pampered, that there was nothing Diego had to 'make up' for. They'd had disagreements before, though never over anything so large, but even AIR wasn't going to change his feelings, or how much he loved Diego. Oliver knew he could be reading this all wrong, but he certainly didn't want Diego feeling like he had to do all of this to make Oliver happy. The memory of LA prompted a laugh before he sipped more of his wine, nodding along. "Well... it was a lot to spend on a few tablespoons of food. It must say something about my palate that I'd rather have a seven dollar steak at a diner than whatever they fed us in that place."
Diego laughed his agreement. “No wonder all the gringos in LA are so skinny,” he said, slipping into Spanish for emphasis. He and Oliver had been speaking English to each other a lot more during the past few months for Haisley’s benefit, but it felt easy to slide back into the language they’d bonded over to start with. He ate some more of his food, thinking with some amusement about how that hotel chef would probably turn his nose up at what Diego had done in this humble kitchen. Oh well. They were happy with not much, and always had been. When you’d been raised in a 10x10 cell for almost your whole life, diner steaks seemed like a luxury. “We should take Haisley to The Boathouse sometime when we’re feeling rich,” he went on. “Teach her how to eat a lobster.”
Oliver laughed again, because Diego was probably right. They both loved food and while it had been nice treating themselves to a "nice" restaurant, it really hadn't been worth it. "I feel rich every day," Oliver pointed out, aware that it might sound corny, but it was true. They never had a lot of money, but they had each other and Oliver wouldn't have traded their life for anything, not even a fat paycheck and a home in Overlook. He nudged Diego's foot gently under the table and smiled. "You think she'll eat it knowing they boiled it alive before preparing it?" Haisley honestly didn't eat much food, but she didn't need to. That didn't mean she couldn't go out for a nice dinner, just to try new things. Usually he saw her getting into the sugary foods in the house and he wasn't entirely sure that was good for her.
His eyes crinkled as he smiled at his man. Diego didn’t care if it was corny, he loved that shit. He felt the same way, and it was always nice to hear that Oliver was on the same page. They’d always gotten by, even if they’d gone hungry some nights, and all he’d ever felt he needed was Oliver. Some part of Diego wanted to listen to him about AIR, wanted to pack up all their stuff and take Haisley and run, just continue this simple life in hiding that they had. While he could understand where those impulses came from, Diego knew he couldn’t do it. Not doing what was Right would drive him crazy, not to mention abandoning the loose group of survivor-friends he’d made. But tonight wasn’t the night for even an internal struggle, so he pushed it all onto the backburner again. “I think that’ll make her want to eat it more,” he said, letting out a light laugh. “And the process of cracking it open and tearing it apart. The girl is fierce, mi amor. Plus, it’s delicious.” Diego grinned affectionately.
It was so nice talking in their native tongues again. With Haisley around, they tried to keep it to English as much as possible, although she seemed to be picking up on a bit of Spanish here and there. But they didn't have to worry about that tonight and to Oliver, it sort of felt like old times, when it was just the two of them. There had been no language barrier between them when they met, and it still felt like something that connected them intimately. Oliver laughed, imagining Haisley rubbing her hands together in anticipation as a lobster is served to her. "You're probably right. Perhaps I'm too focused on young girls finding things to be... uh, icky. I should know better. But we should try to take her out for lobster soon. At least before being around her new friends makes her realize she's supposed to be embarrassed by us, or something." Oliver took another bite of food. They could eat at every restaurant in Maine and he was pretty sure he would still prefer Diego's cooking. There was something warm and familiar about it, something that reminded him of easier times.
Making it feel like old times had been Diego’s vague goal, so it felt good to speaking Spanish and eating like a couple at the table with wine and a candle that Diego realized he’d forgotten to light. Damn. He laughed softly at the idea that Haisley would be some squeamish girl, and didn’t bother to remind Oliver that she’d been raised a totally different way than most other teen girls. It was unnecessary. “I’m surprised she hasn’t gotten to that point already,” he said with good humor. “But we do stay out of her way.” Diego paused to take a bite, washed it down with some wine, then smirked over at Oliver. “Are we truly parents if we can’t think of anything else to talk about but our kid on a date night? I feel like that’s a trope.” He didn’t mind it too much, Haisley was an easier topic than some others, but it did strike him as kind of funny.
Oliver stopped mid-chew and studied Diego before swallowing his food down with a drink from his wine. "What have we become?" he asked with a teasing grimace. "You're right though. No more talk about Haisley. It feels like it's been a while since we've been alone, so we should take advantage of it." Lately their conversations had revolved around Haisley, or AIR. Or Haisley and AIR. As difficult as it might be to leave those topics behind, Oliver really didn't want to talk about anything that might start an argument tonight. "What would you think about taking a trip soon? Maybe the end of the month or beginning of July? We could go camping, or find a warm beach somewhere. Get out of Point Pleasant for a while?"
Naturally, Diego’s first thoughts when Oliver suggested a vacation were of Haisley and AIR. Would that interfere with any plans? Were they planning to take Haisley too? Diego didn’t let those questions out of his mouth, since they weren’t supposed to be discussing either one at the moment. He thought a little solo trip with Oliver would be incredible. He wanted to think maybe by then all of the AIR stuff would be handled and put behind them, but Diego knew better than that. “I think that would be wonderful,” he said instead, smiling over at Oliver. “Camping near a warm beach, maybe? Might do us some good.” He didn’t have a timeline for action on AIR, so who knew when that would be coming to fruition, and spending quality time with Oliver was so important and something he wanted to do more of. The team could just deal with it.
Oliver was hoping they could get away alone for a while, as long as Haisley was comfortable staying home alone. They would make sure she was taken care of, of course. Maybe she would even have a close friend willing to stay with her. Oliver lifted a brow and smiled. "Camping on a warm beach, maybe? Why don't we plan for the end of the month, that way we're back for the Fourth of July and can watch the fireworks with Haisley." It would give them something to look forward to and a way to put this town behind them for a while, including AIR. That wasn't Oliver's sole motivation for wanting to get away, but it was certainly a bonus.
Now that they had more connections to people here, Diego felt like they could safely take a break, maybe have someone come and look in on Haisley, or let her stay at a friend’s. Unless she freaked out about it, of course, they would see how it went. But God knew he wanted to get away with his man for a while. “That sounds perfect,” Diego declared with a grin. They’d been taking their time so far, they wouldn’t make a move on AIR within a month, would they? He doubted it. It was nice to have a future plan that didn’t involve packing up everything they owned yet again. Diego swallowed some more of his wine and then picked up the bottle to top them both off, flashing Oliver a little smile. “I’m happy to have you to myself tonight, mi amor,” he murmured warmly. “Let’s take advantage of it.”
Oliver didn't know how much time they had before Haisley would be home, but she seemed to be perceptive enough so Oliver wasn't terribly worried about her walking in on them. "What do you want to do after dinner?" he asked, lifting his refilled glass of wine with a barely concealed grin. "Read? A movie? Fold some laundry, maybe?" Given their private time together had diminished pretty significantly lately due to Oliver's schedule and Haisley's presence, Oliver had a pretty good idea of what came next. And he had to admit he was eager to be closer to Diego. They still had plenty of intimacy but it had felt strained lately and more than anything, Oliver wanted to fix that, at least for the time being.
Diego had asked Haisley to give them at least a few hours after Oliver was due to come home, and she’d been agreeable, so he didn’t expect her back for a while. And if she did need to come home early, he hoped she would call or text first, at least. He and Oliver had been restricted to their bedroom for so long, he wanted to spice it up a bit now that they had the house to themselves. He did grin at Oliver’s ‘suggestions,’ then popped the last bite of food he cared about into his mouth. “I thought maybe we could clean the bathroom together,” he agreed once he was done chewing, and washed the bite down with wine as he bobbed his eyebrows at Oliver. “Sexy, no?” Diego nudged his plate away a bit and sat back to finish his wine and let his food settle for a moment.
Oliver laughed. "Talk about spicing things up. Next thing I know you'll be suggesting we wax the car." He fanned himself before winking at Diego and taking another sip of his wine. "That was delicious, by the way. Thank you for cooking tonight. And getting rid of Haisley for a few hours. I've missed spending time alone with you." He was very fond of Haisley and he was glad she was a part of their family now. But Oliver would have been lying if he said he didn't miss their old life sometimes. Traveling across the country, just the two of them. Everything had felt so much simpler then, despite their circumstances.
“Likewise, my love ... you’re welcome,” Diego murmured warmly. He was beyond thrilled to have Haisley with them, but he had the same feelings as Oliver. It was definitely a change to go from that total freedom to being a parent. And they’d even gotten to skip the fully-dependent years. At least they could nudge a teenager out the door on her own for a while to have some time for themselves. Diego pushed his chair back and stood up, moving around behind Oliver. He rested both hands on his man’s shoulders for a moment as he bent in to kiss his temple, then started to knead the tight muscle a bit. “And we’re just getting started, mi amor. How does a massage sound?”
Oliver's brows rose in surprise. "A massage? Now I'm starting to feel guilty about all of this..." He was mostly teasing, since he and Diego liked to pamper one another. It had just been a while since they had been able to. At least without Haisley hanging around. But Oliver couldn't get rid of the uncomfortable thought that Diego might have something to tell him, or maybe he was doing all of this because of their recent AIR-related arguments. He didn't want to ask and risk another argument, but he didn't want Diego thinking this was necessary either. Oliver reached up to slip his hand over Diego's before looking up to see his lover above him. "I love you, you know that, yes? No matter what happens, that will never change."
Diego had chuckled over the surprise, but the humor faded from his expression when Oliver looked up at him with all that sincerity. Early in their lives together, he’d struggled some with feeling like he had to Be Good to earn Oliver’s love, that as soon as things got rough between them Oliver might leave him or take his love away somehow. After being treated like a science experiment for so long, when the few meager pleasures they gave him were always used as leverage to get him to behave, that had been understandable. It had been a couple of decades now, and he’d grown a lot over the years, but Oliver’s words made him wonder if that subconscious fear wasn’t still there, getting stirred up by all of the AIR reminders that were around now. Diego stroked his free fingers through Oliver’s dark curls and gazed down at him. “I know,” he murmured. Diego leaned down to kiss him softly. “I just want to spoil you, because I love you too.”
Oliver closed his eyes and returned Diego's kiss, lingering in the warm sensations it invoked deep in his gut. Then he moved carefully to stand from the table to face Diego, his hands coming up to slide through Diego's silky strands before he kissed him again. Oliver knew very well how AIR had messed with Diego's mind as much as anything else. He understood those insecurities still existed, even all these years later. But all Oliver could do was hope that Diego knew Oliver's arguments came from a good place. He didn't want to lose Diego and he would do anything to keep him safe. "I feel spoiled every day," Oliver murmured against Diego's lips. "When I wake up, when I come home from work... this is all I need."
He moved back just enough to give Oliver room to move, then pressed in against him once he was clear of the chair. God, how those thick fingers in his hair always made him melt inside. Diego’s fingers curled in the sides of Oliver’s shirt as the words settled in his chest. The two of them were both full of romantic declarations and always had been, but they never lost their power for Diego. Instead of answering verbally, he kissed Oliver harder and deeper, emotion rushing to fill up his throat. He wanted to stay safe too, to not lose this, the most beautiful aspect of his life ... but he knew his wants were small in the grand scheme of things. He wasn’t going to think about that right then though, more than happy to lose himself in how Oliver’s body felt against his own, how his tongue tasted like wine, how much Diego ached for him even when he was right there.
Oliver wasn't naive enough to believe that simple words would keep them together, that declarations of love would make everything right and defeat AIR, or whomever might come for them. But when they were kissing and clinging to each other, Oliver found it difficult to not believe they could overcome anything and anyone. He responded to Diego's intensity with his own, parting his lips to taste Diego deeper, his fingers tightening in his lover's hair. It didn't take long for impatience to start guiding his hands down to the button of Diego's pants so he could start working them off.
Oliver’s eagerness was both hot and kind of amusing, and Diego let out a little huff through his nose. He broke the kiss to grin at his lover, his hands moving down to lightly take hold of Oliver’s wrists. His heart was beating harder in his chest and he was eager to get his pants off too, but he wanted to make the most of their time alone in the house, too. “Let’s get somewhere more comfortable, yes, lover?” Diego murmured. He changed his grip to link their fingers together and started away from the table, taking Oliver with him. It was tempting as hell to start fooling around on the couch, or somewhere else out in the open, but there was still the slim chance that Haisley could walk in, and he didn’t want it making Oliver nervous. So Diego headed for the bedroom, where he had some strategically placed candles ready to be lit for some atmosphere.
Oliver would have been more than happy to drag Diego down to the floor and have him there, but if Diego wanted more comfort, then he was willing to go with it. "You're going to make me wait, aren't you?" Oliver asked, grinning as he lifted Diego's hand to his mouth to kiss and nip playfully at his knuckles. He honestly didn't mind taking things a bit slow tonight, even if his body protested. Maybe he had gotten so used to not being able to take their time when it came to passionate moments because of their new addition and he was just waiting for Haisley to walk through the door.
“Patience is a virtue, Oliver,” Diego sing-songed, then gave a soft titter. He got some tiny promising tingles from the feel of Oliver’s teeth on his skin. He did love the times when they could barely wait to get their clothes off, when lust completely took over and there was nothing to do but get each other off. But he also knew the joy of a slow burn encounter, and he wanted to drive Oliver wild while they had the time to do so. Diego pulled him into the bedroom before he let go of Oliver’s hand. “Sit down and relax.” He went around the room and lit the candles, then clicked the lamp off to just leave them with dim firelight before he moved to join Oliver on the bed.
With the wine he had earlier, and the ambience Diego was creating in the bedroom, it was easy to do what Diego asked of him. He sat, resisting the urge to lay back and stretch. When Diego joined him, Oliver cocked a brow and smiled. "Am I allowed to kiss you now, or do I have more orders to follow?" His man looked so handsome in the candle light and Oliver felt that old familiar trip of his heart in his chest. It had happened the first time Oliver had laid eyes on Diego, a decade ago in the facility. But that feeling had never gone away.
When he’d been thinking of doing all of this, Diego had planned to really spoil Oliver rotten with a massage and everything. But now that they were sitting on the bed and bathed in the pretty glow from the candles, he didn’t think he had the patience for all that. It didn’t sound like Oliver did either, which just made Diego grin. “You’re allowed,” he murmured, leaning in closer. “Unless you want to be ordered around, of course.” He doubted that was the case, they didn’t often play around with power dynamics like that, so his tone was light and teasing.
Oliver chuckled and lifted a hand to slip gently around the nape of Diego's neck. He pulled him close and began to kiss him softly, aware that they had the time to savor this. It was quiet in the room and Oliver felt nicely cocooned there in the warmth, the sensation of Diego's lips moving against his own. This was everything he wanted in life and he had no intention of ever letting it go. There were no orders or bossiness to be had tonight. Instead, Oliver nuzzled Diego's nose. "Can I take off your clothes?"
From that very first tentative time until this very moment, kissing Oliver had been one of the greatest feelings Diego had ever had. It never failed to make his stomach flutter and his groin feel warmer, and now was no exception. The soft question only enhanced those flutters, and Diego took a deeper breath and scraped his teeth over his bottom lip. “Yes please,” he whispered back. His skin already felt tingly, like it was happily anticipating Oliver’s touch.
His lips curved in a small, half-smile before he kissed Diego again and dropped his hands to start working on removing Diego's shirt. His pulse had quickened a bit, but Oliver stayed patient, ready to enjoy every second of undressing his lover. Even if Haisley came home now, their door was shut and she seemed to have a pretty good intuition of when she could knock and when she shouldn't. As soon as more flesh was bared, Oliver dipped his head down to press kisses along Diego's collar bones, down lower to his chest. It suddenly felt like, for this time at least, nothing outside of this room could hurt them in any capacity. There was no AIR, no strange little town full of oddities. Just him and Diego. It made Oliver want to never leave their bedroom again.
Diego had the same sense, that they’d slipped into a place where time and location didn’t exist anymore. It was just the two of them in a warm and safe little bubble, alone together and wildly in love. Once he’d shed his shirt, Diego leaned back on one hand to give Oliver plenty of room to explore, the sensation of lips on his chest sending happy little shivers through his skin. He slid his free fingers through Oliver’s thick hair, letting his head fall back and his eyes close as warmth spread through his stomach. He’d been determined to be the one doing the pampering tonight, but there was something irresistibly indulgent about letting Oliver strip him and kiss wherever he wanted to.
Oliver knew Diego had been wanting to cook him dinner and give him a massage and all of that wonderful stuff, but this was what Oliver really wanted. He shifted off the bed, settling between Diego's legs and kissing his way down Diego's chest and stomach. His hands began to work on getting Diego's pants undone because the only thing Oliver wanted more than anything else at that moment was to taste his man. His lips trailed along the waistline of Diego's pants, his tongue dipping beneath the material briefly as he finally got the button undone and the zipper down. He could dive right in but he wanted Diego naked first, so Oliver grinned up at his boyfriend before starting to tug the material down.
His eyes widened slightly when Oliver slipped off the bed, and then Diego gave a lazy smile. He was never opposed to letting his man play with his body, plans be damned. His abdomen twitched slightly at the touch of Oliver’s tongue, happy tingles spreading out from the contact all through the rest of him. He leaned back on both elbows and lifted his hips to let Oliver get his pants and boxers off. His cock was already half-hard, resting against his lower belly as he settled back against the mattress. Oliver needed to be bare too, very soon, but there was always something fun about the only nude one to start out with. Diego slid his fingers through Oliver’s hair again and wet his lips, content just to watch for the moment.
Oliver's own skin was hot and itchy with the ache to be touched, but he didn't mind waiting a bit. He was the one in control now and he was getting what he wanted, which seemed to be what Diego was going for tonight anyway. His eyelids grew heavy at the heavenly feel of Diego's fingers in his hair and Oliver kissed and nipped along Diego's thigh before swiping his tongue along his balls. He wanted to take his time and taste his man, hopefully driving Diego a little wild in the process. He drew his tongue up Diego's cock, groaning softly at the feel of the hot, velvety skin against his lips.
Diego had been aiming to please, and if this was what pleased Oliver, then he was all for it. He would’ve been equally happy on his own knees doing the same, but God did Oliver’s mouth elicit some incredible feelings, and he’d just gotten started. His eyelids drifted shut and his cock twitched under the attention, Diego’s fingers briefly tightening in Oliver’s thick hair. “That feels so good, lover,” he whispered huskily. Not that Oliver really needed the encouragement, but Diego knew it was hot to hear anyway.
"It tastes so good," Oliver murmured, peering up at Diego. He licked Diego's cock again, coaxing it to full hardness before slipping the head between his lips to suck softly. This was something Oliver had always loved to do, even when they were young and awkward and learning together. Just listening to Diego's breathing, feeling his muscles quivering beneath his hands... it had been intoxicating then and it was just as intoxicating now. This was as much for him as it was for Diego and it always had been. He began to take Diego deeper into his mouth, groaning at the taste and feel against his tongue and lips.
It never took much from Oliver to get his cock fully woken up, except maybe when he’d had a lot to drink. Tonight it was more than ready for some attention, and Oliver didn’t disappoint. He let out a heavier breath as his man took him into his mouth, watching with heavy-lidded eyes. Ever since that first dizzying blowjob, Diego had been hooked on watching his cock disappear between Oliver’s lips, over and over. It hadn’t mattered at all that they were both inexperienced and clumsy, they’d figured it out together and explored each other’s bodies and built the most beautiful intimacy between them. Diego stroked Oliver’s hair and moaned softly, his hips flexing slightly upward of their own accord.
After all this time, Oliver felt like he knew Diego's body as well as his own. He knew where to lick and how to touch. His hands felt like they had been made for roaming Diego's body, fingertips pressing into warm skin, causing his lover to tremble and beg. Anytime things got hard for them, when it sometimes grew to be too much, being with Diego like this reminded Oliver how amazing his life truly was. He never wanted anything more. Paying attention to Diego's nonverbal cues, Oliver relaxed his throat and took him deeper, sucking with a slightly faster pace. His own cock swelled against the material of his pants and Oliver had to resist reaching down to touch himself. Everything was focused on Diego right now.
God, it was so easy to get swept up and carried away on the tide of pleasure, the way it filled him from head to toe ... but was definitely concentrated in his cock with Oliver’s mouth around it. Diego didn’t want to be completely selfish and let Oliver suck him off completely, but he also didn’t want to stop him quite yet, because it felt so good. He was moaning more now, the sounds helpless and getting louder the longer Oliver sucked him. They’d learned one another’s bodies and cues so well, he felt like Oliver could probably get him off in record time if he wanted to ... they’d just also learned the value of drawing things out. Diego let the pleasure stretch on for another several minutes, murmuring encouraging words in between groans and shivers, then finally pulled on Oliver’s hair enough to get him to stop. “My turn,” he murmured heatedly, sitting up a bit and pulling at Oliver to get him to stand. He was wearing far too many clothes.
Oliver would have been happy to get Diego off this way, if that's what he wanted. But maybe there was a little part of him that was pleased when he felt that familiar tug at his hair. How could he say no to that? Breathless, Oliver licked his lips and stood, helping Diego get his clothes off where he could. His body was hot and restless, especially under so many clothes, so the cooler air on his skin felt almost as good as Diego's hands. Getting rid of his pants and boxer briefs, his cock was hard and already dripping pre-cum. Oliver stroked himself once before leaning over to kiss Diego breathless, needing that connection again before anything else happened.
Diego didn’t waste any time peeling Oliver’s clothes off, more than ready to feel his man’s beautiful skin. He tilted his face up to receive the kiss, humming softly into it as his hands ran over Oliver’s body. His sides and back were smooth and soft and perfect and Diego wanted to lick him all over, but since his mouth was occupied, he contented himself with just groping and stroked his tongue against Oliver’s with abandon. One of his hands found Oliver’s cock and wrapped around it, squeezing gently as he smeared the pre-cum over the head and rubbed at that most sensitive spot with his thumb. Diego stroked him a couple of times before sliding his fingers further down to toy with his balls, greedy to touch as much of him as possible.
Diego's touch never failed to make him shiver and Oliver slid his hands through Diego's hair, groaning low in his throat as his man's hand worked his cock. Despite being naked now, Oliver's skin felt hot and tingly and he was desperate to feel Diego's body pressed against his. There was no desire to rush it, but his cock was aching now, his blood pumping hot. They were all alone, the candlelight making the room feel safe and cozy. Right now, it was just the two of them and Oliver found he never wanted that feeling to end. "I want you," Oliver murmured, using his hands in Diego's hair to lift his face up so Oliver could kiss him.
He couldn’t help but smile against Oliver’s lips, and Diego gave him a soft nip in between kisses. “I’m right here,” he murmured back, with an air of innocence like he didn’t know what Oliver meant. Diego wanted to taste him first though, so she pulled away and ducked his head, guiding Oliver’s cock to his lips. Diego licked around the head, able to taste the faint salt from his pre-cum. With a low, appreciative moan, he took his man into his mouth and didn’t waste time starting to suck. He knew they would move on to sex fairly quickly now, and he wanted to get Oliver even more riled up before that happened. His cock was beautiful, thick and veiny, and it felt lovely and heavy against Diego’s tongue as he bobbed his head slowly over it.
Oliver's lips parted as he watched Diego's gorgeous mouth take his cock. His hands moved restlessly through Diego's hair and he tried to keep from instinctively thrusting. Thankfully he had learned plenty of control and patience over the years and he was able to breathe and enjoy every second of attention that Diego gave him. "You're so sexy," Oliver murmured, still running one restless hand through Diego's hair. The pleasure seemed to spread through every inch of his body, making him feel warm and tense in the best way. He knew he needed to stop Diego soon, because he didn't want to go off just yet, but Oliver couldn't help but feel a tiny bit selfish in wanting to enjoy this for just a few moments more.
Until Oliver had come into his life, ‘sexy’ wasn’t something Diego had ever thought he could feel. He’d been horny, of course, full of teenage hormones, but actually being sexy felt like something beyond him, requiring a partner who wanted more than to just use him. Oliver had expanded his world though, and now here he was, full of heat and lust for his man and the pleasure they created together, enjoying the way the compliment made him want to arch his back and purr. Humming low in his chest, he took Oliver deep into his mouth, swallowing around the tip of his cock when it touched the back of his throat, his fingers moving to stroke the base that he couldn’t fit. He was well aware of Oliver’s signs of being close to orgasm, and he was keeping them in mind, because he wanted more too, but for now ... it was delightful to make him breathe heavy like that.
As badly as he wanted to keep watching his cock slide between Diego's lips, Oliver's eyelids became too heavy to keep open, so he left them fall shut just as his head fell back and his lips parted with a louder groan. His hips began to thrust gently, the desperate craving for more beginning to overwhelm everything else. His balls felt tight and Oliver panted, tugging Diego's hair softly to pull him off of Oliver's cock. "You have to stop or it's going to be over way too soon," he told him with a breathless smile. Then he leaned down to kiss Diego hard, using his own body to press Diego's back onto the bed. It would have been too easy to let Diego finish him off with his mouth but Oliver knew they both needed more than that tonight.
It was hard not to feel smug as Oliver urged him to back off, and Diego was smiling as he sat back. He did so love to turn Oliver on and crank it up as much as he could. It was good for them to do this without Haisley’s influence, too, as much fun as that could be sometimes. Diego returned the kiss with equal heat and allowed himself to be pushed over, shifting around until he was comfortable enough to wrap his arms around Oliver’s body. He pulled his knees up to press his thighs against Oliver’s hips, enjoying the feeling of opening up to him, as always. He loved his man passionately, and even though he’d been having fun sucking on Oliver’s cock, he wanted it inside of him even more than that. “Take me, my love,” he murmured against Oliver’s lips.
It was impossible to resist Diego, especially when his body was cradling Oliver's and his voice sounded so thick with arousal. Not that Oliver would ever dream of resisting his man in the first place. "I love you so much," Oliver murmured. More than ready, Oliver reached over for the lube on their nightstand before pushing up on his knees to get his cock nice and slick. Moments later he was covering Diego's body with his own again, reaching between their bodies to guide his cock into Diego's body. It was as if his nerve endings were exposed and raw, completely surrounded, and full of Diego. He had to go slow, otherwise he would be finished before they both got a chance to really enjoy this. It was a testament to their relationship that Diego still made him feel like a teenager sometimes. He pressed his lips to Diego's, groaning as he pushed deeper, wanting to give him what they both wanted.
Diego’s hand strayed to his own cock for the brief moment while Oliver got himself lubed up. As annoying as the need for lube was, the application was always hot to watch, in Diego’s opinion. But he practically worshipped Oliver’s cock, so he was a little biased. He wrapped his arms around his lover again as soon as he was close enough, shifting his hips a bit to help with the alignment. Diego groaned as Oliver filled him, that stretch bringing a delicious sting with it that made his eyelids flutter closed. He never minded, it always passed quickly, and there was something satisfying about it, like he was really feeling something. His fingertips dug into Oliver’s back as he tightened his legs around his hips to pull him in fully and hold him there. Diego returned the kiss with hunger, already feeling greedy for more, even if his body needed a moment to adjust.
The way Diego's body gripped him was always insanely erotic and despite how badly his body wanted to move, Oliver took a moment to enjoy the feeling, still as he kissed Diego back with fervor. Just being connected to him again, after so many months of worry and arguments, reminded Oliver of how badly he needed this. How badly they both needed this. Reminding one another of their commitment and love for each other, in the midst of impending danger and chaos. Lingering in their kiss, Oliver settled on his elbows on either side of Diego's body before beginning to thrust slowly. It was so easy to block everything out and be completely surrounded by Diego. The way he felt and smelled. His presence had always been so soothing to Oliver, even when he was overcome with passion and arousal.
Diego had always been kind of confused by how the outside world treated sex. Yes, he’d seen a very ugly side of it at a formative age, and that had caused some issues for him later on. But when he was experiencing this with Oliver, he couldn’t understand how some people thought it was dirty or wrong. It felt so fucking pure and good and deeply intimate. Healing. Just like anything else, the people involved were what made it good or bad, he thought. And Oliver’s love made every moment of it so goddamn beautiful. Diego pulled one arm in closer so he could cup the side of Oliver’s face, feeling his jaw move as they thoroughly kissed one another. Those first couple of thrusts drew a gasp and a groan out of him, and he whispered another te amo against Oliver’s lips. He wished they could spend all night like this, slow-fucking until they just couldn’t anymore. Their self control had never been that good, however, and Diego was kind of glad for it.
Diego was the only one Oliver had ever had any experience with sexually. He had kissed one or two girls in school, but that had been the extent of it for Oliver. They had been together for over a decade now and Oliver had never felt any sway or desire to be with another person. Why would he ever want that, when he already had perfection? He was aware of how idealistic he was probably being about it, but Diego was his best friend in every way. It simply could never get any better than this and he already knew that. This was all he would ever want. After another moment of slow thrusting, Oliver began to move a little harder, though he kept his pace somewhat lazy. He could feel Diego's cock hot and hard, pressed between them and while he was tempted to reach down and start stroking him, Oliver wanted to drive Diego a little more crazy first.
In all the years they’d been together and all the places they’d lived, Diego had never been tempted by another man. He’d even been hit on! He could recognize attractive people when he saw them, of course, and sometimes it was fun to fantasize about fucking a stranger, but he knew he would never really do it, even with Oliver’s hypothetical permission. He had everything he wanted and needed right there on top of him, and he was beyond satisfied with their sex life. Maybe not so much lately, since they’d been arguing more often and that bled into other aspects of their life, but they were definitely making up for it now. Diego’s head tilted back and his eyes rolled shut when Oliver changed his pace, a soft groan escaping him with every harder thrust. He loved that slow-but-firm rhythm, every inch of Oliver’s cock emphasized by the force of it. Diego started to move his hips along with his lover’s, bucking up to meet him, craving as much deep friction as he could get.
Was there a better feeling than Diego moving beneath him? Lifting those delicious hips, prompting Oliver to go deeper, harder. His muscles strained and ached, but it all felt so good. With Diego's head back, Oliver ducked his face down to kiss and nip at Diego's jaw and throat. He was breathing heavily now, unable to do much else but let his body take over, pushing them both to dizzying heights of pleasure. Cursing softly, Oliver closed his eyes, thrusting his hips harder. He grabbed one of Diego's hands and brought it up to press into the mattress, his fingers sliding between Diego's to hold tight. Settling more properly on his knees, Oliver licked the fingers of his free hand and reached between their bodies to start stroking Diego's cock.
There was nothing else like that heady place they were in, where the world narrowed down to just the two of them, panting and straining against each other. It felt so good to be lost in those long moments, focused on nothing but his man and the pleasure between them, after all the stress they’d been through lately. Diego felt nothing but love and desire now, and that deep sweet feeling humming in his core. His fingers curled tight around Oliver’s and he gave a helpless moan, his pleasure getting sharper as Oliver fucked him harder. Diego already felt like he was riding the edge when Oliver moved, and the instant he felt Oliver’s hand on his cock, he knew this wasn’t going to last much longer. Diego groaned his man’s name, unable to keep his hips from rocking, desperate for both more of Oliver’s cock and more of his hand at the same time.
As heavy as his eyelids were, Oliver refused to close them. He wanted to watch Diego peak, even as he did so himself. He found Diego to be incredibly attractive and sexy in every way imaginable, but there was something so damn erotic about watching his man strain and arch beneath him, his face contorted with pleasure. The sound of his name on Diego's lips sent a shockwave of heat through his entire body and Oliver grit his teeth, pounding into Diego as his hand stroked his lover's cock faster. He wanted to wait for Diego to come with him, but there was no stopping it now. Everything tensed and then seemed to explode inside of him. Violent tremors shivered down his spine as he came, though he forced himself to keep moving, even if his thrusts got a little bit shakier.
It was a mutual greed between them, wanting to see and feel the other completely lose control, and when Diego felt Oliver begin to peak, it pushed him over his own edge. It didn’t hurt that Oliver’s thrusts got harder and even more animalistic right before he came, but feeling his cock throb against that sweet spot in Diego’s body was incredible. He cried out, his back arching further off the bed as his own cock jerked and pulsed in Oliver’s fist, spilling hot liquid over Oliver’s fingers and his own belly. It was pure ecstasy, and it showed in Diego’s blissed-out expression as he shuddered and moaned beneath his lover. Diego’s hips kept moving with Oliver’s, his body determined to milk every ounce of pleasure out of the both of them.
Oliver moved for as long as he could take it, his muscles straining until Diego fell over the peak. Breathing words of encouragement, Oliver continued to stroke Diego for a few moments after he came. His chest heaved with every heavy breath, but he smiled, releasing Diego so he could lean over his lover and kiss him deep. It couldn't last long, not with them both needing to breathe, but Oliver craved that connection. "Te amo," he murmured. They had definitely needed this. All of it. Oliver knew it didn't automatically fix their disagreements, but at least they could reassure the other that their love wasn't going to be affected by what was happening.
Their bond was the most important thing in the world to Diego, and it was beyond good to feel like that bond wasn’t currently threatened. However long that feeling would last. He kissed Oliver with all the feeling in his chest, then smiled when they had to come up for air. “Yo también te amo,” he murmured back, the words slow and sluggish in the best kind of way. He felt deliciously fucked out now, tired and sated and like he just wanted to flop onto Oliver and fall asleep. Diego relaxed his legs a bit, letting them slide down against Oliver’s thighs, and peppered a few more soft kisses to his lips. “More than anything,” he added softly.
Oliver nuzzled Diego's nose, lingering there for a moment before he finally pulled away. He felt wonderful and exhausted. They both needed to clean up a bit but Oliver just wanted to lay there for a minute or two. He stayed close to Diego, pressing kisses to his shoulder. "You're amazing," he said. "I know I tell you that all the time, but I mean it. I could... gush forever..." Oliver trailed off into a laugh and rested his arm across his eyes. He wasn't sure if they had to wait up for Haisley or not but Oliver was already imagining taking a long, hot shower with his man and then curling up together in bed.
If they could have just gone to sleep with Oliver’s cock still inside him and his weight draped over Diego, he would have happily done it, but unfortunately real bodies didn’t work that way. He snuggled in close to his man as soon as he’d settled though, kissing his skin here and there. He huffed a small laugh and nommed lightly on Oliver’s fingers. “You can gush a little,” Diego murmured, smirking a bit. He never minded hearing good things about himself, who did? Still full of affection, he snuggled his face into the crook of Oliver’s neck to plant kisses there too. “You’re the amazing one, anyway. Thank you for always trying to understand,” he whispered. “I love you with everything I have.”
"I love you too," Oliver murmured, feeling too sated and good to think too deeply on everything that had come between them lately. "And you know I'll always try to understand. It's you and me..." He trailed off and then grinned a little. "And Haisley, of course. Nothing will change how I feel about you." This might have been the biggest conflict the two of them had dealt with, but Oliver knew deep in his gut that they would come out the other side of it all still intact. He brushed his fingers through Diego's hair. "What do you think of a shower together? Then we can... curl up in bed and sleep, or curl up on the couch and watch a movie until Haisley gets home. Whatever you want to do."
Diego had no idea what the future held for him. His vision of it had gotten much more unclear since they’d moved to Point Pleasant, and he had no doubt that Oliver’s had too. It was scary, their bond was being tested, but they were in it together, and he just had to trust that Oliver would really have his back no matter what. Diego gave a soft, happy hum at Oliver’s first words, then smiled lazily at the rest. “Shower and sleep, I think,” he murmured. As much as he did love to curl up and watch movies, his body was tired and he was full of good food and wine and a satiety that made him just want to sleep. Diego caught Oliver’s lips in a kiss, then moved to get the true unwinding process started.