Love is Suffering

Oliver’s mind was hazy from the night before. He made his way down to the bar, where Silvia was preparing a Bloody Mary.

            “Morning”, she said as she placed a piece of celery into the glass.

            “Morning”.

Silvia stopped and looked at him inquisitively, “Well you look like shit”.

Oliver smiled wearily and rubbed his eyes, “Yeah, I haven’t been getting much sleep lately, but I’m fine”.

            “Good”, she said, “there’s a bachelor party coming in tonight so you better be on your A-game if you expect some tips”.

Oliver nodded and began helping her with the drinks when he heard a voice behind him.

            “Oliver”, he spun around to see Sebastian standing there.

            “Seb- Sebastian. Hi”, he stammered.

            “Hi”, he said back, “Can you come here please”.

Oliver could feel Silvia’s frightful eyes on him as he walked to his boss. Sebastian was tall, at least six inches more so than Oliver who was 5’8’’. His hair was dark and always styled like he had somewhere extremely important to be. His appearance was intimidating to say the least, especially with those piercing grey eyes.

            “What are you doing?” Sebastian asked, pulling Oliver’s arm over to a more secluded spot.

            “Working”, Oliver said surprised. “Is there something wrong?”

Sebastian smiled, “Working? Here? C’mon Ollie. I’m sure you can make yourself useful somewhere else”.

            “What the fuck is that suppose to mean? Are you firing me?” Oliver’s voice fell to a panicked whisper.

            “No, I’m not firing you”, Sebastian said coldly. “Think of this as a promotion”.

Oliver stared back at him, eyebrows raised in disbelief.

Sebastian leaned in closer to Oliver, his voice barely a whisper, “Don’t remember how much fun we had last night? Now I can’t let me new interest work at a bar, now can I?”

            “It’s fine really. I just want to pay my debt”.

Sebastian seemed unimpressed with Oliver’s hesitation, “Come on, didn’t I tell you things would get better? Go back to your apartment, sleep a little, then meet me in my office at 6”. He shot a quick wink at the stunned boy then stepped into the elevator. Oliver walked back to the bar and began collecting his things.

            “What the fuck was that?” Silvia said, who seemed even more surprised than Oliver.

            “Sebastian is changing my position. No big deal”, Oliver tried to sound calm, though his voice was shaky.

            “Oh, okay”, Silvia murmured. “Well a new bartender better get here quick. I don’t think I can handle tonight on my own”.

Oliver smiled and gave her a little nod before walking to the elevator and back to his apartment for some much needed rest.

            He awoke by 3, giving him enough time to get ready for Sebastian. Oliver hoped tonight wouldn’t have been like last night. The sex was rougher than he would’ve liked and it didn’t feel like he completely consented. Oliver didn’t have too much experience in that field; there was the occasionally party hookup over the years but nothing serious. He walked into the bathroom and stared at the reflection in the mirror. His pale skin was refreshed, although there were permanent dark circles from the lack of sleep that had been maintained for 18 years. He washed some cold water over his face and tried to make his curly gold hair a bit more presentable. By the time he was dressed, it was already 5:50. Oliver took one more mirror check then hurried to catch the elevator. Similar to the night before, the office was empty leaving only Sebastian and Oliver.

            “Do you want me in your office?” Oliver sighed, predicting that this was going to be exactly like last night.

Sebastian shook his head, “No, come on we’re going to my apartment”. Oliver was surprised on how open Sebastian was being, but was more than happy to accompany him to his penthouse suite.

            As they entered, Oliver noticed how the wall across from the door was completely made of glass, creating a window even higher than the one in his office. It would’ve been breathtaking if it didn’t make him so upset.

            “Want anything to drink?” Sebastian asked, bringing Oliver back from his thoughts. He shook his head as Sebastian poured himself a glass of seemingly fine scotch on a small liquor table. Oliver never drank, seeing as to what it did to all the people in the clubs. For some reason, Oliver was starting to feel a tad uncomfortable, even while sitting on the $6,000 dollar leather couch.

            “Are you paying me to fuck you?” Oliver said turning to Sebastian.

He raised an eyebrow and placed his glass down on the table, “I’m not giving you money if that’s what you want”.

            “No, I um, I’m not a prostitute you know”.

Sebastian smiled, “I know. I asked you to come here because I like you and I thought we had fun yesterday”.

Oliver nodded, “Okay yeah. So, this has nothing to do with the debt, right?”

            “Not really”, Sebastian said shrugging, “Like I said, I asked you here because I like you”.

Oliver looked down and smiled. This helped him relax a bit, of course alcohol would’ve been a bit more helpful, but tonight wasn’t the night to drink.

            “Would you like a tour?” Sebastian asked once he had finished his drink.

            “Sure”, Oliver followed Sebastian through the apartment. It was massive, with a kitchen, living room, dining room, indoor swimming pool, and of course the master bedroom. The room was surprisingly inviting, despite its ridiculous size. A large bed littered with pillows sat in the middle, across from a marble fireplace.

            “This is really nice”, Oliver said, looking around the space.

Sebastian smiled and placed a hand on his lower back., “It can be yours”.

Oliver spun around alarmed, “What do you mean?”

            “I mean, if you want, you can move in”.

Oliver’s heart thumped loudly as Sebastian pulled him closer, wrapping his arms around his shoulders.

            “There’s one more thing I want you to see”, Sebastian said. He led him by his hand to the enormous bed, softly laying him down and crawling on top. Sebastian began kissing him, softer than the night before, and ran his hands under Oliver’s shirt. He was completely submissive under Sebastian’s touch, allowing his clothes to slowly peel off and be thrown onto the floor. Oliver wrapped his legs around his waist, hoping it would suggest a gentler and more personal night. Sebastian slid himself in and although it was dry, wasn’t too painful. He began thrusting into Oliver, slowly at first, then quicker and harder. Although he didn’t say anything, Oliver’s groans spoke on behalf of his deep pleasure. Sebastian finished but continued kissing and touching the boy underneath him until he finished as well.

            Sebastian, panting, fell beside Oliver and wrapped him in his arms, “I’ll give you some time to think”, he whispered breathless, softly kissing his face. “But I’d love for you to live with me”.  Oliver nodded into his chest and sighed. His eyes began to get heavy so he wasn’t quite ready to talk about moving it, but he already knew the answer.