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Oliver's hand slides over Elio's thin waist, the tips of his fingers caress the delicate skin of the boy's belly, shivers cover his whole body. The hand slides lower, feels the elastic buttocks, gently squeezes them, a sweet moan sounds, fingers penetrate into the compressed buttocks looking for the treasured ring of muscles and gently press penetrating inside. Breathing is more like a sob, Elio's hips involuntarily move forward towards Oliver's greedy fingers. Inside it’s warm and tight, fingers penetrate deeper causing the young man to moan even louder. The wet lips of Oliver’s are caressing Elio's neck higher leaving light marks on his way. Elio's half-opened mouth, which produces the most beautiful sounds, beckons to himself Oliver eagerly digs his lips into his. The young man's moans are drowned out by their wet greedy kiss. Oliver's heart beats so fast that it seems that he is about to jump out of his chest. The heat at the bottom of his abdomen is driving him mad, forcing instinctively to move the hips to the rhythm of the movements of their own hands. He feels the approaching orgasm of his partner. Strengthens pressure accelerates the pace swimming in Elio's moans as in a warm sea.
“Oliver, oh, Oliver!” - a broken cry breaks from his lips.
“Oliver, Oliver, Oliver!”
“Oliver, Oliver, Oliver!” - demanding female voice destroys enticing slumber of sleep pulling a man out of a sweet fantasy.
“Did you have a nightmare? You groaned as if you were tortured!” - Kat asks anxiously. Oliver, desperately trying to cover up his erection with his erected head, opens his eyes in an attempt to catch his breath and recover.
“Yes, I'm sorry that I woke you up and scared you. So tired from work that it does not allow me to rest even in my dreams. All is well, go back to asleep. I'll go drink some water and I’ll come to my senses.”
“Okay, honey. In my purse there is an easy sleeping pill if you want to sleep without dreams.”
Sleeping without dreams has been a luxury for him lately. Almost every night he finds himself in bed with Elio. This sweet torture has not stopped since the very return from Crema almost a year ago.
During this time, Oliver managed to return to his former life, establish relations with Kat, get a promotion at work, and become the most popular professor among all the professors at Columbia. In short points, he did anything to keep his mind off and not think about Elio. But at night, the subconscious overtook him, showing so vividly what he really wanted him more than anything in the world.
How Oliver managed to make up with Kat, it seems he did not understand it. One evening, after an easy feast with friends, he had just came to her house and almost from the threshold attacked her. The sexual desire that was raging in him was simply vital. Kat seemed the best option. Always polite, friendly and endlessly sweet, she did not deserve such a lousy attitude to herself, but Oliver could not help it. He roughly turned her on her stomach and fucked her into bed tightly closing his eyes. The last six months, Oliver almost lived with her only occasionally running into his apartment. As soon as he crossed the threshold of his own house, a wave of hatred for himself fell upon him with terrifying force. He hated himself for leaving Elio because he never called him from the moment of departure and did not write, for not being able to tell anyone about what happened in Crema, for being so disgustingly received from Kat, in fact trying to replace Elio.
A little breathless and having drunk ice water a sense of reality began to return to Oliver. Hands, it seemed, still hot from touching their beloved skin, were still slightly shaking. But at least an erection has passed and it was possible to return to bed. The beginning of the school year was not far off and a lot of work had to be done. Thoughts on the flow of affairs calmed Oliver and were quite satisfied with his fortune so he went to sleep.
Oliver's office was on the floor with the offices of the other professors of Columbia from the Philosophy Department. Caught in captivity of the working environment Oliver exhaled with relief. The coming hours were to be saturated with the preparation of curricula and the approval of the plan of studies. Rejoicing the opportunity to switch his own attention to work Oliver decided to start with a mail check. A few envelopes were already lying on his desk carefully brought by his Methodist Debbie. Debs was younger and much more buoyant than him. And for a short time of her work at the department Oliver managed to become friends with her.
Seated on a chair, Oliver began to view the mail. The first two letters turned out to be invitations to dinner with Kat's friends. Lying them aside and picking up the third envelope Oliver nearly fell off the chair. The heart made a somersault in the chest when the look touched the sender's address: "Crema. Italy.” With trembling hands Oliver opened the envelope. Just one page neatly folded twice fell out of the envelope. The air was immediately filled with the familiar smell of the villa and peaches. Turning the sheet Oliver was surprised it was only few lines written, apparently, Elio’s father. A few lines that stopped the planet and turned his whole world upside down.
"Dear Oliver, I know from colleagues that you have excelled at the department and I congratulate you on that. I hasten to inform you that Elio entered Columbia and will study at the History Department. He moved to New York with my sister in August. I hope that you can look after my son and help him. He never admits that he needs help, but being alone in a foreign city is a great stress. And to have a friend next to him will be for a good help and support. I hope that you will see and establish contact with him soon. I'll be looking forward to hearing from you."
"Dear God, Elio is already in New York for almost a month, wanders through the streets of my city. Maybe he already was at the university, saw my office, saw me ?!” - A stream of thoughts completely captured Oliver.
“God, he's very close.” A knock at the door brought him to life.
"Yes, come in."
"Boss, your perfect girl called here and ... Wait, what's wrong, what happened?" - Debs asked him obviously noticed the confusion on Oliver’s face.
"Just the news about the visit of an old friend. Long time no see. I'm a little excited.”
“Mmmm, a friend? Do you have friends except me, silent ones?”
"It's not funny, Debs. Can I ask you to do something for me?”
“Of course.”
"Can you get me a list of students at the Faculty of History? Results of their introductory, selected subjects and list of classes?”
“Of course! Stanley from the historical will give me anything.” - She winked slyly. – “Why such interest in students of the historical? You decided to leave me for Molly?”
"Come on, Debs, you're stuck with me forever. My Interest is purely professional, if you insist. Can I fulfill my request as soon as possible? This is really important.”
“OK OK. I'm leaving. And yet I want to learn about the mythical "friend" better.”
"I'd like that," Oliver thought as she disappeared behind the door. Of course she will not tell anyone about his request and you can always refer to the admiration for the layout of the classes by Professor Avery if someone inquires about his assignment for Debs.
Leaning back in his chair Oliver took a deep breath. The past from which he himself hid in the depths of his own subconscious overtook him. What to do when he inevitably collides with Elio in the corridor? Professor Perlman must have sent this letter for sure knowing that if Oliver is not warned, maybe a new teacher will have a heart attack.
It was obvious that it would not work today, thoughts kept coming back to Elio. Oliver could not help thinking about how he would see him, how the young man would react; about how he would approach him in a deserted corridor, how he would put his hand into his hair pull the curls downwards as Elio's lips would open and show his moist and stirring tongue ... Damn, the thoughts about it had a completely predictable result and it seems that all the blood in Oliver's body decided to go straight to his penis. Making sure that the door of the office were locked, Oliver decided to continue his fantasies caressing himself.
And now Oliver's hands are already greedily tearing off the T-shirt from the boy, he makes a quiet prolonged groan from which his legs are weakened. Man`s mouth quickly finds Elio's right nipple gently traces his tongue slightly biting. Hands ready to break the flesh of the lover into tatters already tightly grasping his erection. A gentle whisper to the left ear “Take me, Oliver!” - and the man is ready to literally bite into Elio's neck. Moving wet kisses to the earlobe, Oliver makes the entire body of the boy grow goosebumps. And his hands continue to push him slowly to orgasm. Elio`s dick in the hands of Oliver’s is so hot, he is strained to the limit the young man is moving towards the manipulations of Oliver making more and more loud groans. Another couple of movements and the peak of excitement is poured out into the hands of Oliver simultaneously with his own load.
Heavy breathing after discharge Oliver can not believe that he just masturbated in his office how to pinch the boy in a dark corner. He definitely needs a drink.