Sweetest Sin

After four weeks, Oliver's job was almost done. He was left with two major installations to be done with the whole setup. That was supposed to take another two weeks. One installation was to be done in Adrian's office. Adrian's office, which was different from his consulting room, was huge, elegant and cozy. Adrian explained that he spent a lot of time in there so he wanted the place to be as comfortable as possible. To get to Adrian's office, or his inner sanctuary as he jokingly called it, one had to go through the secretary's office, then his consulting room, with all its gadgets, and then finally that luxurious space he called an office. Oliver called it a Flat. There was an en-suite bathroom and a bedroom. The office itself was part office part living room. One could be there and not know there was a war going on outside. It was that cozy.

Oliver was waiting in the nurse's office when Adrian got to the office that morning. "It's about time." He muttered, making Adrian burst into laughter.

"Sorry about that." Adrian said, entering his consulting room. "Come on in. My little girl insisted I take her to school this morning." Adrian opened the door to his office. "So...it's all yours. Eaten this morning?"

"No, I'm good." Oliver said, dropping his bag on Adrian's desk.

"Hey, I wouldn't want you dying of hunger in here." Adrian muttered.

"Food distracts me." Oliver laughed.

"Dude, you need to put more flesh on that body of yours." Adrian retorted, drawing a soft laughter from Oliver.

"Really?"

"No, it's perfect." Adrian responded without thinking. At least Oliver didn't think he had. Neither did he notice the shocking look Oliver threw his way. "Should I turn on the TV?"

Oliver swallowed hard. "No. I'd rather not. I can see a PS4 down there. I wouldn't want to get tempted and forget about your work."

Adrian laughed. "I have Fifa '16 right there." He pointed to the CD lying on top of the PlayStation. "No one would hear you if you decide to play. The room is soundproof." Adrian said, looking intently at Oliver. "Let's make a deal. Dinner later this evening in here, and then we go head to head after."

"Adrian..."

"Scared I'll kick your arse?" He smirked. "Don't be a killjoy. It's Friday. Tomorrow is not a working day."

"It is for me Adrian. I work on Saturdays."

"Ow come on, Oliver. This time it will be Italian. If you don't accept the deal, I'll insist you eat before you start work."

"Alright, alright." Oliver laughed. "Now get out of here so I can work in peace."

And that evening, they sat on the plush rug in front of the couch and ate their yummy Italian meal with a bottle of red wine which was finished by the time they were done. Afterwards, still on the floor, they played a game of soccer on the play station, with Adrian playing for Arsenal and Oliver playing for Liverpool. They screamed like little boys whilst playing, trying to score each other. After three games, Adrian conceded defeat and collapsed against the coach laughing.

"Yayyy." Oliver shouted, throwing his arms in the air. "Where's my champagne?"

"Coming right up." Adrian laughed, getting to his feet and heading for the bar.

Adrian came back with a bottle of Moet, which he popped open and poured into their empty wine glasses. They sat beside each other on the rug, with their backs comfortably against the couch and downed the bottle of champagne whilst talking about everything and nothing.

"What do you do for fun?" Adrian murmured at a point, his head on the couch and turned towards Oliver.

"Fun?" Oliver, who like Adrian had his head on the couch, turned his head to face Adrian. Fuck, he didn't know they were that close. He looked into Adrian's eyes and felt a shiver of pure excitement snake down his spine. He gave a shaky laugh. "Dude, I'm a nerd. I have fun all the time staring at my computer." He told himself to look away from Adrian's eyes but he couldn't for the life of him obey his brain.

"That's no fun." Adrian whispered, his eyes on Oliver. "You have to try other things."

"Like..." Oliver breathed, licking suddenly dry lips. He heard a tortured sound rumble out of Adrian's chest and watched as his captivating eyes dropped from his eyes to his mouth.

Oliver suppressed a gasp when he saw Adrian's eyes, filled with sudden lust, follow his tongue till it disappeared back into his mouth. That was hands down the most erotic look anyone had ever given him, Oliver thought, totally floored. God, he wanted Adrian to kiss him so bad.

"I don't know." Adrian's breath was coming out harshly. "You're young. You could go clubbing."

"How old are you?" Oliver turned his body to the side so that he was fully facing Adrian, the action bringing their faces so close they could feel each other's breath on their faces.

"Thirty-Seven." Adrian responded, also turning his body to face Oliver so that the side of his knee rested on the side of Oliver's. Their lips were virtually touching.

"You're so fucking sexy." Oliver breathed without thinking, his lips brushing against Adrian's. The hunger surging through him at that moment was too intense for comfort. He tried to suppress it but it just wasn't working. Oliver scolded himself inwardly for his lack of control but even that couldn't help snap him out of the lustful haze he was under.

"You think?" Adrian whispered, his eyes fluttering shut. "You're the most gorgeous man I've ever met." His tongue came out to slowly and sensually lick at one corner of Oliver's mouth.

Oliver moaned as an intense shiver passed through him. "Adrian..." He whimpered brokenly as he opened his mouth and captured Adrian's wet tongue. Then he began to suck on it.

A ferocious growl of lust tore out of Adrian's throat as he allowed Oliver to blow his mind with that erotic sucking. When he was eventually released, he sucked Oliver's lower lip into his mouth and bit it lightly.

"Oliver?" Adrian breathed against Oliver's lips. "What are we doing?"

"I don't know and I don't care." Oliver was going out of his mind with want. He was so hard he was about to blow. "I want you," he whispered shakily, not caring that the man was straight and married. He just wanted him.

"Oh God, Oliver..." Then with a sound that was a cross between a sob and a moan, Adrian fully claimed Oliver's mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.

Adrian took complete control, his mouth gentle and yet desperate...soft and yet strong against Oliver's, applying just the right amount of pressure and suction that took Oliver's breath away. His hungry tongue caressed the insides of Oliver's mouth, trying to taste every corner of his mouth. Damn, the man could kiss, Oliver couldn't help but think. Adrian was driving him mad with desire. Oliver moaned into the kiss as he shuddered with complete surrender, melting against Adrian. When Adrian eventually released his lips, Oliver felt as though he would go insane if Arian didn't take him right there, right then.

"Adrian please..." He whimpered desperately, his body tense with arousal. He'd never been so desperate for sex as he was at that moment.

Neither knew who started stripping the other first. But in no time at all, they were both gloriously naked, their pulsing cocks rubbing against each other's. And Oliver was not surprised at all when his suspicions were confirmed...Adrian was huge. Desperate to reach that pinnacle of pleasure, they didn't have time to admire and worship each other's bodies as they would have wanted. They had just one goal in mind...to seek relief.

"Fuck, I don't have condom and lube." Adrian groaned. "I have to go get...."

"I have a condom in my wallet." Oliver breathed shakily, reaching for his pants. "It's been here for a while but I'm sure it can still do the job." He rasped, handing it over to Adrian who smiled when he noticed it was magnum. "It's lubricated so you don't need lube." He said almost desperately as he watched Adrian roll the condom over his huge long cock. Fuck, the guy needed an extra, extra large, Oliver thought as he lustfully licked his lips. Magnum just didn't cut it. He would have loved to take that beautiful big cock into his mouth but at that particular moment, Oliver felt his arse needed it more. "Hurry..." He whimpered. He was getting desperate.

Adrian leaned over Oliver, his eyes glazed from intense lust. He rubbed the head of his cock against Oliver's puckered hole. "I don't want to hurt you, Oliver. I need to use something slick. I have to..." He trailed off as his head turned towards the paper bag that still held the Italian bread and butter which had been part of their meal. They hadn't touched it.

Adrian reached for the bag which was lying on the center table and took out the small plastic box of butter. Opening it, he scooped out a generous amount and proceeded to slick himself, kissing Oliver the whole time. He didn't remember wanting anyone more. And when Adrian's slick finger penetrated Oliver's hungry hole, Oliver had almost gone insane with need. It felt so good he'd groaned, grunted and whimpered for the fuck.

"Oh God, that feels so good." Oliver tore his mouth away to moan helplessly when two thick fingers entered him. He started to buck against the delicious assault, fucking himself on those fingers until he thought he'd go crazy. "Adrian..." He gasped when Adrian's thick fingers brushed over his prostate. His breath came in ragged gasps, his body sweating as he shamelessly begged Adrian with his body to fuck him. "Please give me your cock, Adrian. I can't wait any longer."

And Adrian had given it to him...hard. He'd fucked him so good Oliver's entire body quivered with mind-blowing pleasure. He'd never felt more full or more dominated by another person. Oliver didn't remember ever enjoying a fuck as much as he'd done that day. When he'd seen the utter ecstasy on Adrian's face, Oliver had felt a jolt of pleasure so intense he'd clamped down on Adrian's plunging cock with his arse muscles, causing Adrian to throw his head back and roar with pleasure. Their climax, when it finally hit, had been so powerful they'd both cried out with rapturous gratification. Adrian Graham could fuck. Damn! It had been so good Oliver had been utterly boneless afterwards. He'd returned slowly to a sense of who he was, where he was, and who he was with, never having experienced anything so wild and wonderful in his life before. His body was still quivering from pleasurably aftershocks. Oliver would have requested for seconds but apart from the fact that they'd run out of condoms, he was too spent. His eyes actually widened when he saw the load of cum covering his flat tummy. Oliver didn't remember ever spurting that much cum. And neither of them had even touched his cock once. Oliver had never orgasmed that way before...just from having a cock inside him. Hell, he didn't even know that was possible.

"Fuck!" Oliver gasped when he finally caught his breath. "That was fucking amaz..."

"Shit." Adrian swore darkly and rolled off Oliver, dislodging his spent cock from his body in the process. He jumped to his feet whilst pulling off the condom. "You have to go." He threw over his shoulder as he turned towards the bathroom.

"What?" To say Oliver was shocked at Adrian's sudden aloofness would be an understatement. He wondered where the man who had so sweetly rocked his world just moments ago had disappeared to.

Adrian stopped at the bathroom door but didn't turn to face Oliver. "Please...I need to think. Just...go." With that he entered the bathroom and closed the door.

With his face suffused with embarrassed heat, Oliver dressed quickly and left Adrian's office for home though he hadn't planned on going home that evening. Fuck. That was what happened when you fucked the wrong person, Oliver thought, angry at himself as he drove his sleek black Jaguar out of the hospital. What the fuck had he been thinking? He couldn't see Adrian again. In fact he couldn't possibly go back to the hospital to work again. He dialed Jasper's number with shaky fingers but then cut the line before it even rang. Maggie, Jasper's wife was to undergo a C-section in two days. Jasper, who got scared at the mere mention of a dentist, was going out of his mind with worry. That definitely wasn't the time to tell his friend to take over as he was not in the right frame of mind. Damnit!

So Oliver had no choice but to go back to the hospital the following day. The nurse had opened the door to Adrian's office for him and told him Dr. Adrian wasn't going to come in that day because he had other engagements. Oliver knew better. For the next five days the same nurse had opened the door to Adrian's office whenever Oliver went to the hospital, and left him to do his work. There was no sign of Adrian. Around six p.m. on the sixth day, Oliver heard a tiny knock on Adrian's door and called for whoever it was to enter, without looking up. Adrian's cologne hit Oliver's senses before he even heard his footsteps. He froze.

Oliver's head shot up just as Adrian shut the door behind him. He didn't bother shutting down his laptop. He simply closed it and got to his feet. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you would be coming in." He said as he slipped the laptop into his backpack. "I'll just get..."

"Oliver, I'm sorry." Adrian said quietly. "I know I acted badly and I'm sorry. Please forgive me."

"You don't have to apologize." Oliver said as he packed his stuff. "I shouldn't have...done whatever I did to encourage what happened. I'm the one who's sorry. You're married and I should have known better."

"I'm the married one Oliver. I should have known better. This is not on you."

"Well, I'll just..." He slipped his backpack onto his back, picked up his phone and car keys and went to the door which was sorta being blocked by Adrian, who had a determined look on his face. It was obvious he wasn't going to allow Oliver to leave.

"Oliver..." Adrian couldn't hide the plea in his voice.

Oliver knew there was no way he could push Adrian aside to enable him pass. Not with his lean figure. He'd never been a big person. To get Adrian out of his way he had to act nonchalant.

"I'll be back tomorrow." Oliver said coolly, and then sighed when Adrian remained where he was. "You're blocking the way, please..."

"Oliver please..." Adrian wouldn't budge from the door. "Just hear me out."

"What the fuck do you want from me?" Oliver bellowed, his eyes blazing with anger.

To say Oliver was shocked at his own outburst would be an understatement. He realized only then just how angry he was at Adrian. And that fact alone pissed him off even more because he'd always been this sweet and gentle guy who never allowed himself to get upset by anything. Within the short time that he'd known Adrian, the man had managed to bring out the worst in him and Oliver didn't like it one bit. He'd treated him like some whore after their encounter. He may have acted wrongly by having sex with a married man but he sure as hell hadn't deserved that treatment.

"Please, please, please....I know you're angry but hear me out. Please." Adrian looked and sounded desperate. "If after my explanation you still want to leave, I won't stop you. Please Oliver." He whispered.

After glaring at Adrian for a while, Oliver took a step back from him and went to place his backpack back on the desk. Then he followed Adrian to the living area where they both sat on the coach and stared straight ahead for a while. Then Adrian took a deep breath and turned to face Oliver.

"My wife is Tetraplegic, sometimes called Quadriplegic." Adrian began quietly. "She's..."

"Listen, I'm not interested in some sob story about your wife." Oliver growled, getting to his feet. "Don't know what tetra-whatever is and frankly, don't care..."

"Oliver please..." Adrian's hand shot up to take hold of Oliver's wrist. "I just want you to understand why I reacted like that the other night. To do that, I need to tell you everything. Please Oliver. Listen to me. That's all I ask." Adrian looked so desperate and so vulnerable, Oliver just couldn't leave.

With a frown on his face, Oliver sat back down and placed the ankle of one foot on the knee of the other. "Make it fast." He muttered.

"Thank you." Adrian said in a small voice. He didn't sound at all like the confident Adrian that Oliver respected and admired. Oliver suddenly felt sorry for him. Adrian cleared his throat and stared at a spot on the floor. "My wife has been paralyzed from the chest down for the past fifteen years. We grew up together, were even in pre-school together. We became high school sweethearts and got married right after she was done with collage. I was still in medical school. We were both twenty-two at the time and had so many plans for the future. She was so full of life." Adrian's voice cracked. He cleared his throat and went on. "But four months after our wedding, she developed a medical condition... She's been paralyzed ever since. I was completely shattered. I did everything I could to get her a cure. Studied so much just so I could help but...I couldn't find a cure. Thanks to a new treatment, she regained use of her left arm. I didn't stop. Donna insisted that life must go on so I should stop trying but I never did.

Unfortunately, no good came out of it...unless of course you count this..." he swung his arm in a wide arc, indicating the hospital, "...as an accomplishment. I worked so hard, researched so hard, made promises to God...I never rested. Not only was she my wife, she was my best friend. On our fifth wedding anniversary, she said she wanted to do something special for me. At her insistence, we had our son, Josh, via surrogate. He's almost ten now. Then on our tenth anniversary, again at her insistence we had Pearl. She said she saw how happy Josh made me and wanted me to have another child to dote on." Adrian shrugged and stared down at his fingers. "I love her. She's the only girl I've ever been with. I've never had sex with any other person. And I've never cheated on her...till now." He looked up at Oliver with suspiciously bright eyes. "I...When I realized what I'd done, I was distraught. I couldn't believe I'd actually done that to her. I wanted to tell her when I got home that night. God, I came so close. But I just couldn't." He went quiet for a moment. "But no matter how shitty I felt, the way I reacted wasn't fair to you and I'm very sorry about that Oliver. I'm so sorry."

Oliver stared at Adrian. First of all he couldn't believe he'd ever had sex with just one person his entire life. Then he couldn't help but wonder how Adrian had been able to rock his world like it had never been before, when he obviously didn't have enough experience. After all, from what he was saying, he hadn't even had sex in the past fifteen years. Oliver didn't know what to say. He felt sorry for Adrian but he also had questions.

"You...that night you...for someone who has been with just one woman and never been with a man you..." He groaned. "Dude, you can fuck!"

Adrian's eyes widened in surprise at Oliver's words. Those were definitely not the words he'd expected from the handsome computer geek. He burst into laughter despite himself. When Oliver joined in the laughter, Adrian relaxed into the couch.

"I'm a doctor Oliver. I know where and how to find the prostate." Adrian laughed.

"Great. Now I don't know whether to be happy I got fucked by someone who knew what he was doing, or feel violated...like I've been used in a medical experiment."

"I couldn't have asked for a better guinea pig." Adrian chuckled. "Not that you're a pig." He raised his hand in a sign of peace when he heard Oliver's mock growl.

"I'm sorry about your wife." Oliver said quietly, watching as Adrian nodded. "So... Donna huh?"

Adrian smiled. "Yeah. Adonna. Adrian and Donna. She's a really lovely person, Oliver." Adrian said quietly, looking down at his fingers.