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Oliver woke up as the sun came in through the window, shining right into his eyes. He sat up in his bed and stretched his arms above his head.
“It’s too early. Go to bed,” Jason mumbled from where his face was pressed into Oliver’s stomach, his arms wrapped around Oliver’s small frame.
“It’s eight in the morning, it’s a perfectly reasonable time to get up,” Oliver said with a chuckle as he ran his fingers through his boyfriend’s hair, marvelling in how soft it was.
With a sigh, Jason sat up, reluctantly letting go of Oliver’s waist. He slid out of bed, grabbing his clothes off of Oliver’s floor with a sleepy expression still plastered on his face.
“I was thinking we could grab some coffee at the coffee shop you showed me. But then I have a meeting with my book publisher about the cover of my newest book,” Oliver said as he tried to avert his eyes from Jason’s exposed chest. His chiselled abs and muscular pecs causing Oliver to blush profusely. He quickly turned away from his boyfriend and slipped his sleep clothes off and pulled on his signature green sweater.
“You look stunningly cute, baby,” Jason murmured as he walked up behind Oliver, slipping his strong arms around Oliver’s waist and resting his chin on his boyfriend’s shoulder.
“I haven’t even brushed my hair or put on pants yet,” Oliver chuckled as he turned his head to the side, kissing Jason’s hair tenderly.
“Still cute,” Jason said with a smirk as he kissed Oliver’s neck, arms gently squeezing his boyfriend’s small frame.
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“Bye Jason!” Oliver said with a smile as he walked off in the direction of the subway. He had just finished getting coffee with Jason and now he was heading to his book publisher’s office on the other side of the city.
Oliver sighed as he squished himself into the crowded subway compartment. He hated cramped spaces and public places in general. The ride to the publisher’s office was long, but Oliver busied himself by writing the next chapter of his book.
“Hey sweet thing,” a deep, gravely voice came from beside Oliver as a man slid into the seat next to him. The man’s hairy arm wrapped itself around Oliver’s shoulders.
“No, thank you. Please don’t touch me,” Oliver said firmly as he scooted away from the man slightly, shrugging the man’s gross arm off of his shoulders.
“Aw, come on, sugar, don’t you want to have a good time?” The man breathed into Oliver’s ear, his breath smelling like cigarettes, fish, and paprika seasoning. A nasty combo that made Oliver’s nose twitch in disgust.
“No. I don’t. Now move away from me. I have a boyfriend,” Oliver stated in a firm voice despite the fact that he was scared to death of the vile man next to him.
“I bet I’m bigger than your boyfriend. I could rock your world better than him, sweet cheeks,” the man breathed into Oliver’s ear again as he spread his fat thighs so that his knee was pressed up against Oliver’s bony one.
“I highly doubt it,” Oliver huffed as he closed his own thighs, hands coming to rest on his knees, fingers bunching up the fabric of his pants tightly in his grip.
“I could show you, maybe that’ll make you believe me,” the man smirked as he grabbed Oliver’s hand roughly, bringing it to his lap, forcing Oliver’s palm to rest against the very prominent bulge in the front of his pants. “See how big I am? That can all be yours baby boy.”
“Let me go!” Oliver pleaded, his voice wavering as he attempted to pull his hand away from the fat, sweaty, and obviously very horny man next to him. He hated that the man had called him baby boy, that was what Jason called him.
“I don’t think that what you really want, is it? I think you want this fat cock stuffed in your skinny little twink ass,” the man murmured with a horse chuckle as he slid that hand that wasn’t holding Oliver’s wrist up Oliver’s thigh. Meanwhile his hips thrust upwards against Oliver’s palm, getting off the feeling of Oliver’s hand against his hard cock.
“Stop it!” Oliver pleaded again as he wrenched his hand away from the man and quickly stood up, but not before the man’s hand brushed against his dick through his pants. The unwanted contact making Oliver shudder with fear.
Once he was standing Oliver pushed his way to the nearest door of the subway train, wanting to get off as soon as possible. Once the train slowed and the doors opened Oliver quickly walked off the train, and up the stairs to the big city above.
His palms were sweaty as he dug his nails into them, wanting the pain to take away from the memory of the unwanted contact of the man’s gross crotch against his hand. Tears welled up in his eyes as he ran back to his apartment, completely forgetting about his meeting with his book publisher and the fact that his apartment was a hour walk away from where he was.
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“Baby boy? I’m home!” Jason said cheerfully as he walked into Oliver’s apartment, closing the door behind him with a click.
Oliver flinched at the name. He hated it now. He hated every name that man had called him.
“Ollie?” Jason questioned as he walked into the apartment’s small bedroom, finding Oliver curled up into a ball beneath a mountain of blankets and pillows. With a chuckle, Jason sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled away the pillow that was covering Oliver’s face. A quiet gasp left his lips as he saw the tear streaks down Oliver’s cheeks.
“Darling? What happened? Did something go wrong at your meeting?” Jason asked quietly as he cupped Oliver’s wet cheeks in his big hands, thumbs rubbing comforting circles across Oliver’s skin.
“I don’t want to talk about it. It’s stupid,” Oliver mumbled as he leaned into Jason’s touch, loving the way the heat from his hands seeped through his own skin.
“That’s okay. How about we watch a movie together instead? Do you want some food? I could order pizza,” Jason said with a comforting smile as he kissed the tip of Oliver’s nose.
“Okay, but you can get pizza if you’re hungry. I don’t want to eat anything right now,” Oliver said with a nod as he pulled back his messy nest of soft blankets, pillows, and sheets.
Jason slipped into the mess of soft things beside Oliver, arms wrapping protectively around his boyfriend as he pulled the blankets over them both.
Oliver reached over to his bedside table and grabbed his laptop, opening it up and starting a movie before pressing his face into Jason’s chest.
Jason watched Oliver closely as the movie played, neither of them really watching the movie. He shifted as he could look Oliver in the eyes, his hand gently cupping Oliver’s cheek again.
“Darling, would you mind telling me what’s going on? I know you don’t want to, but it’s eating me alive not knowing,” Jason murmured as he paused the movie, eyes studying Oliver’s face for any sign of what was wrong.
“It doesn’t really matter, it was just a creepy guy on the subway being a pervert,” Oliver mumbled as he fidgeted with the sheets, his eyes glancing down at the blankets and avoiding Jason’s eyes.
“Did he touch you? Or did he say anything?” Jason questioned, his voice tight with restrained rage as his grip on Oliver’s slim body tightened a fraction as he glared at the mere thought of another man touching his darling boyfriend.
“Both,” Oliver quietly replied, his voice hardly understandable due to his quiet tone. He quickly buried his face into Jason’s chest again, not wanting to even think about what had happened again.
“Did you see his face? Tell me what he looked like, sweetheart, so I can go kill him,” Jason said in all seriousness. Someone had dared touch what was his and they were going to pay for that mistake. Oliver was the only person he’d ever let get close to him and he wasn’t just about to let that go.
“No, he had his hood up and a face mask on, the paper ones that doctors use,” Oliver said with a sigh as he fiddled with the fabric of Jason’s black shirt, his fingers playing with a stray string. He wished he could have gotten a look at the gross man’s face, but alas he hadn’t.
“I’ll find him. And I will kill him.” Jason vowed with a growl as he hugged Oliver closer, breathing in the comforting scent of Oliver’s shampoo.
“Okay,” Oliver smiled as he pressed himself against Jason, his thin legs tangling themselves together with Jason’s stronger ones.
Little did Oliver know that Jason had a very good friend that was marvellous at hacking into security cameras and Jason planned to ask his friend for help to find the man that dared touch his Oliver.
“Mine,” Jason mumbled possessively in an almost inaudible voice as he smiled into Oliver’s soft golden curls.
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Jason: need help with something. You in?
Geeky Computer Nerd: always. Need tracking someone again? Or…?
Jason: need you to find a man for me. He was on the subway yesterday with his hood up and a mask on. Sat next to my boyfriend. Basically I want you to find the man who touched my boyfriend. I’ll send you a pic of my boyfriend so you know.
Jason: *picture*
Geeky Computer Nerd: he’s a cutie. I’ll find the man. Anyone who touches an adorable man like that needs to be taught a lesson.
Jason: agreed. Also don’t go using the picture to jerk off to. I do know what you do in spare time.
Geeky Computer Nerd: I know you’d kill me if I did
Jason: good ^v^