S T E F A N

"Marry me, Ollie." This time, I straightened my back and spoke in a firmer tone, the certainty in my voice is so evident, it almost surprised me.

This is not the way I wanted to propose. I should be asking for my baby boy's hand right after I visit his parents, and in the most extravagant manner befitting of my most precious, I will make him feel even more how a treasure he is to me. But right now, several emotions are overwhelming us, and my proposal just made the situation tenser.

It was not my intention to make him feel guilty at all. I should have not followed Isaac's instructions. Now, Ollie is so guilty he might actually say yes to me. He did just a second ago out of surprise. No, I want him to answer me with absolute certainty.

I want him to accept my proposal because he wants to marry me and be with me for the rest of our lives. This situation is backfiring on me. A few hours ago, before I chased my baby and found him and Devon in a very uncompromising situation, Isaac visited my place. Trevor's order.

Such a pain in the ass he is. Thank god I'm not Jesse. I don't have to deal with my jerk-ass friend. Owe it to being emotionally exhausted and physically drained, all my defenses were down and when Isaac wore his therapist gown on, I poured my heart out.

Every insecurity I had in our relationship was made known to my friend, and he listened throughout. Then he suggested to confront Ollie about his actions, and tell him how I felt about them. Isaac said that I can also test Ollie's love for me this way.

It was a very attractive proposition. All of the things I said to Ollie were not made up. Because up until now, the fear and the pain are still there.

I don't want to take him on a guilt trip, but I guess that's the impression my words made. I am also at fault. I should have made my words and actions clearer to ease my baby's insecurities. Through all the hours I spent thinking, away from Ollie and by his side, I only came up with a feasible solution that will help our insecurities vanish.

.

Then I will have my mark on Ollie and no one will be able to take him away from me. My baby won't have to worry about me leaving him and liking someone else because that will never happen. Even if I die. Because Ollie is '' for me. He is the one I've been looking for my whole life. No one else.

I was dragged out of my thoughts when I heard a soft sob, and I saw Ollie on his toes, out of the bed, clutching his stuffie to his chest, his head bowed down.

"Stef...why? I hurt you. Why would you want to marry someone who broke your trust?" His voice was so soft and the uncertainty in his tone is so palpable I had no choice but to rush towards him and lift him, wrapping his legs around my waist. My arm supported his back while my other hand cupped his nape and pulled his face towards me, as I gave him the gentlest kiss I could possibly muster, making him feel how much my love overflows for him.

"Baby, I love you so fucking much, the word love doesn't even hold a candle for my feelings for you. Please, believe me. I'm sorry if I made you feel bad. You hurt me, yes, but you're not the only one at fault. I guess what I did was not enough to make you feel--"

"No!" Ollie cut me off and enclosed my face with both of his hands, dropping his stuffie, but that doesn't even matter right now as he stared down at me, full of love and trust, and confusion.

He took a deep breath, and then in his gentlest voice, he whispered.

"No, daddy. You are perfect. I got...scared. Everything is going so fast I can't help but think that sooner someone will wake me up from this amazing dream and then...I would have to survive this world alone. Without anyone holding me. Without you by my side. Imagining that kind of reality is killing me inside. I don't want to live that kind of reality. I want you to be with me every step of the way or I won't be able to live, Stef. You are my entirety, Daddy. If all of this is just a speck of my imagination...I... I'd rather die," he confessed in all honesty in between his sobs and sniffs, and his last statement got me alarmed.

No one is going to die.

"Baby, your version of 'I love you' by far exceeded mine. Wow, someone has his way around words, I'm getting flattered," I teased Oliver to lighten up the mood, and it worked. I finally got to hear his soft giggles and laughter again. It feels like it has been so long, even if he was bouncing in happiness earlier, only to be disrupted by me.

I leaned him against the wall and removed my arm in his back, as I cupped his face when I remembered something. "Please, please, forgive me," I pleaded as I glanced up at my baby guiltily. He tilted his head and gave me a confused expression.

"Okay. But why are you apologizing again?" He adorably asked, and I can't stop myself as I guffawed.

"Baby...you forgave me without asking the reason first."

"And? What's wrong with that? I will always forgive you, no matter what."

I almost felt my knees wobbled at his declaration, as I blinked several times, sporting a very stunned expression. "W-what? Don't do that. I might take advantage of you."

"Will you?" He asked back, his brow lifting, a small twitch in his mouth indicating how amused he is with this conversation. Like a domesticated animal, I shook my head furiously.

"I could never do that to you, baby. You know that," I answered softly, and he nodded in agreement. He kissed my forehead before asking me to put him down.

"By the way, daddy. If you ever take for granted everything I am giving you, I will leave you. This time, I will mean it." The glint I saw in his eyes told me everything I needed to know, as he walked into the bathroom while I was left out of words.

That's when everything that has happened sunk in. We tested each other. Even if we got hurt along the way, we both passed each other's test. That means...Oliver must have loved me so much, he felt the need to secure our relationship, even if it will both cause us pain.

My heart skipped a beat and I smiled so wide; I feel my face is getting stretched. Fuck, I can finally be relieved. The fear that Ollie doesn't love me as much as I do vanish into thin air. We could have chosen the other way and talked about it properly, but we were just two awkward individuals diving into the whirlpool of emotions known as love.

This is Oliver's first relationship, and for me, I consider this also as a first. Because this is the only relationship I consider as one. I'm not going to admit to my baby that he's my first love. Not yet.

I guess a little bit of embarrassment has something to do with it. Me, Stefan Alexandrei, just experienced his first love at 25? If Oliver Pines is the one I will fall in love with over and over again, I would proudly announce it to the world.

"It was Isaac, wasn't it?" I finally asked when I found my voice. A very cheerful 'yes' answered me through the small crack from the bathroom door.

Damn it, Isaac. Ever the manipulator and meddler. I will get you back for this. But he's the reason why we were able to air out the concerns that we can't voice out.

The happiness I felt when we finally made up had me forgetting a very important proposition, as I entered the bathroom and saw Ollie's naked and mouthwatering form under the shower, tenting my pants with a very huge hard-on, the desire I had for him just keeps getting stronger.

When he flicked his index finger, giving me that 'come hither' look, I ripped my clothes off and smirked when I saw the red stain flooding his cheeks.

I slowly walked towards him, taking all of his sexiness while he looked straight into my eyes, never taking his gaze off me, as he turned the shower knob off, his wet curly hair dripping onto his collar, down to his delicious nipples, trailing a path to his flat abdomen, as an enticing sight welcomed me, his beautiful prick so hard and leaking, I can't help but groan.

Oliver moaned sweetly as he met me halfway, and I can't help myself as I pulled him against me, my hands finding the soft globes of his bubble butt, kneading and squeezing it.

"I miss you, baby," I whispered in his ears, nibbling the soft lobe of his ear.

Oliver whimpered and pushed his ass into my hands, as he clung onto me, his lips parted and his body flushed so sweetly against mine. "Me too, daddy. I want you to mark me inside out. Prove to me how much you love me."

I don't need to answer as I dipped and indulge into Ollie's sweet and soft lips, biting and licking the seam, urging him to open up, which he willingly did. I sucked and played with his soft tongue, relishing in his addicting taste, like a thirsty man who finally found an oasis after suffering from the desert heat. He is my salvation after the hurt and the pain I faced. Oliver will always be the one for me.

"Baby, I can't control myself anymore. I need to feel you," I begged as my middle finger brushes his twitching entrance, my other hand squeezing his side. Ollie lifted his gaze and his lustful and dazed expression sent tingles down my spine, and my balls quivered, my throbbing member poking his stomach as my baby started to wiggle against my hold.

"Daddy...it's okay. I prepared myself," my baby shyly answered, his chin touching his collar as his cheeks turned pinkish. I let out a low rumble of pleasure as I kissed his temple, before lifting him. Ollie kissed me so passionately and hungrily, tugging my hair and thrusting against the ridges of my abdomen, the wetness of his tip and the heat formed from his rubbing just seemed to keep on stretching my patience to the limits.

"Baby...stop teasing daddy. I still have to dry you off. I don't want you getting sick." My voice strained, as I summon every force to resist slamming his body against the wall and thrust myself into him. Ollie whimpered and obeyed, his head resting on my shoulder while I continued groping and fondling his soft butt.

I reached out for my white cotton pants and I pulled the fluffy towel resting on the top of our bed and wiped his body off, Ollie giggling in return as he tried to escape from my touch, and me getting more turned on at every expanse of his porcelain and flushed skin getting exposed to me inch by inch, and when he felt my hungry and heated stares, my baby stopped squirming and locked my waist against his creamy thighs, his hands trailing a path down to my abs, hesitating a bit.

When my finger softly caressed his face, he got the encouragement he needed, touching my swollen shaft tentatively, before wrapping his small hands around me. The electric and heated sensation made my body tense, as I try to hold back from slamming inside his velvety heat into next week.

I am quite aware of how tender his hole is, and I don't want him to feel an additional burden when he wakes up tomorrow. Still, the need to feel his tight chute is taking all of my energy, forcing me to ignore the rare and special delicacy in front of me. I can't believe that I still act like an oversexed teenager whenever my baby is concerned, and if my overflowing love has got nothing to do with this, then I am doomed. I am entirely obsessed with Oliver Pines, and it's the kind of addiction I don't want to quit. It's the kind of high I've been desiring to feel, and Oliver gives me that kind of feeling every time our skin brushed against each other.

"Daddy...focus on me. Who's on your mind?" Oliver's tone is laced with annoyance, and when I wasn't able to answer right away, he squeezed my cock which I forgot he was holding.

I hissed and gave my jealous baby a peck on his lips. "Of course, it's you, my love. Who else would it be? But aren't you tired?"

Oliver creased his brows and withdrew his hand from me, as he holds onto my shoulders. "Huh?"

A small smile cracked on my face as I deliver my next line. "You've been running in my mind all day. That must have been so exhausting," I added an overdramatic sigh that got my baby laughing out loud.

"Daddy! So corny! Gosh! Where did you get that line? That's so ten years ago," he exclaimed in between fits of laughter and I felt heat creeping up my face. Damn, Ollie won't ever let me live this down. Neither will Isaac. I groaned and hid my face in the crook of his neck, comforting myself with the most amazing and arousing scent I have ever smelled.

O L L I E

My laughter was replaced with soft moans as daddy's tongue swiped against the side of my neck, as his left hand trails a path from my abdomen, squeezing and rubbing it ever so softly, upwards, until it reached my sensitive buds that had me screaming. That nerve-tingling sensation assaulted my being again as my balls tightened up and my member dripped with cum.

Stefan's mouth went down until it reached my perky nipple, giving its much-needed attention as he tugged and bit it, while he pinched and tweaked the other, his free hand fondling my leaking member, and the sparks I felt when he brushed my inner thighs had me squirming and writhing underneath, the multiple sensations stimulating every nerve endings of my body will soon drove me to insanity.

"Daddy...please, no more..."

"What do you want, my love? Hmm?" Stefan huskily questioned, his middle finger circling the ring muscle of my puckering entrance, teasing and rubbing it.

"Fill me up inside. Stretch me. Pound me. Do whatever you want with me. Own me," I whispered and his dark, burning gaze showed a glint that was overshadowed by his intense lust.

"Your wish is my command, my love. And yes, I own you."