The Cabin - Part 5

All characters are consenting adults (18+) 

“So” Ollie said, covering himself with only his hands as he sat down on the sofa. “What is it that you’re running away from?”

Mike barely heard him. His cock was straining inside his jeans, and the shock of being aroused by a young man was still rushing through his mind.

“Huh?” He mumbled, trying to pull his eyes away from the naked eighteen year old.

“In the woods yesterday” Ollie said, “you said you weren’t running away from anything, which means that’s exactly what you’re doing”.

Mike managed to look Ollie in the eye, but he was still excruciatingly aware of the fact that he was completely naked.

“I’m not running away from anything” he said, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I prefer the peace and quiet out here. Something which I haven’t had much of, yet”.

Ollie smiled.

“Do you have kids?”

“No”.

“How come?”

“I didn’t want any”.

“Are you married?”.

“No”.

“Why?”

“We never… I mean, I never wanted to”.

“Who was she?” Ollie asked, still grinning.

“Nobody”.

“You said we”.

“And now I’m saying me. Do you always ask this many questions?”

“Do you always avoid this many questions?”

Mike rubbed his temples. He felt like he was at his therapist’s office. If his therapist was an eighteen year old, naked little shit, of course. He slid out his chair and leaned forward.

“What happened to your father?” He asked, partially to turn the conversation back to Ollie, and partially because he was genuinely curious.

“He got sick” Ollie shrugged.

“How old were you when it happened?”

“Eleven or twelve” he replied, looking around the cabin to avoid eye contact.

“That must have been difficult”.

He shrugged his naked shoulders again.

“Did you have a good relationship with him?”

“What is this?” Ollie laughed, “twenty one questions?”

Mike watched him. He could feel the lad’s discomfort, even in his smile.

“Do you always avoid this many questions?” Mike smirked, and got to his feet. Ollie didn’t respond, but watched as the man walked across the room and disappeared down the hall.

Mike wasn’t sure what was supposed to happen next. Logically, he’d wait until the rain died down and return the kid to his cabin, but something had come over him. He was having thoughts about Ollie that were neither normal nor right. He squeezed his eyes shut as he walked toward the bathroom for a splash of cold water, and then;

“I was twelve when he died. Sepsis. It was difficult. Yes, I had a good relationship, and yes, I always avoid this many questions”.

Mike stopped in his tracks as Ollie listed off the answers behind him. He could hear the pain in his voice, and felt a stab of sympathy for him as he turned back around.

“We tried for kids” Mike said, staring at the naked teenager who was no longer covering himself with his hands. “For whatever reason, it never happened”.

Ollie nodded stiffly.

“I wanted to get married, but she said that marriage freaked her out. I mean, what psycho thought that getting the government involved in your relationship was a good idea, right?” he laughed, sadly, repeating the same words that she’d said to him.

“She left me” he continued, and realised that he hadn’t said those words out loud, yet. “And yes, I always avoid this many questions”.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment. Neither of them needed to say anything else. Despite the fact that there was a generation between them, they both understood the other’s pain.

“I’m gay” Ollie eventually blurted, and Mike let out a dry laugh.

“I gathered”.

“I’ve never told anybody” he said, looking down at his bare feet. “It feels… I don’t know, wrong”.

“We love who we love, Ollie” Mike sighed, mindlessly walking back toward him. “It’s never right or wrong, it just is”.

He stood in front of the naked teen and tilted his head up until Ollie’s handsome eyes were looking into his.

“Any boy would be lucky to have you” he smiled, and before he could say another word, Ollie reached around his back and squeezed him into a hug. Mike hadn’t felt the warmth of a hug in a long time. It took him a moment to even register it, but he gently slid one hand around Ollie’s naked body, and stroked his hair with the other. By the time the hug ended, Ollie had tears in his eyes that he wiped away quickly.

“I should get you home” Mike eventually said, as the rain eased outside. “Your mother is probably worried sick”.

“Probably” he mumbled, but Mike could sense the disappointment.

“You’re welcome here whenever you want, you know that, right?”

“What about your peace and quiet?” Ollie smiled.

“It’s not all it’s cracked up to be” he said, and walked into the bedroom. “Your clothes should be dry, now” he added, though he wasn’t sure he wanted the lad to get dressed. “Get ready and I’ll drop you home”.

The journey was strange. Neither of them spoke much, but they didn’t have to. Something was different about the feeling between them, and despite the fact that Mike was almost double Ollie’s age, even he couldn’t figure it out.

“I guess I’ll see you around” he eventually said, as they stopped outside Ollie’s cabin.

“I guess so” he said, refusing to look up from his lap.

“You’re upset” Mike said, and Ollie shrugged and shook his head limply at the same time. “You’ll get out of here some day, you know that, right?”

Ollie opened the car door and stepped out into the rain.

“And what?” He asked, looking back in, “come back in a few years when my life goes to shit?”

The door slammed shut and Mike sighed as he watched Ollie trudge through the wet mud and back toward the cabin. He continued to watch as the front door burst open and a sickly looking woman wearing a stained nightgown appeared, waving her hands and shouting at him.

“He’s a grown man” he said to himself watching as Ollie squirmed his way into the cabin and disappeared. “It’s none of your business, Mike”.

Back in his own cabin, the place felt empty. The fire had all but died, and there was a chill to it that he hadn’t felt earlier. He chucked some more firewood into the burner and sat next to it, mindlessly poking at it as his mind flooded with thoughts of Ollie.

Was he okay? Was this normal for him? What sort of life would he have in a place like this? No college, no job, no money. The guy was destined to fail out here, but what could Mike do? Ollie wasn’t his son. In fact, up until yesterday, the kid was a complete stranger. He sat back and sighed, and in the hours that followed, Mike simply sat there and poured over everything.

What had he felt for Ollie? Had he simply been missing human touch? The hug was something that, even with his ex, he’d never experienced before. It was a real hug. A genuine hug, but it was more than that, too.

How could he deny what he knew was true? The few glimpses of Ollie’s naked body had switched something in his head. Watching as the young man strolled through his cabin, wearing nothing but a cute smile, had cemented the fact that, much to Mike’s dismay, Ollie turned him on.

“You’re going insane, Mike” he said to himself, rising from the chair and grabbing what remained of the whiskey from the night before. “You’re not gay, and even if you were, he’s eighteen for Christ’s sake”.

He poured out a glass and swallowed it down in one.

“Plus, what would he want with an old, washed up hermit like you, anyway?”.

He poured another one. Drained it down his throat, and sighed. It was bizarre. It was ridiculous. It was almost laughable, but he couldn’t shake the fact that it was there, and after two more glasses, Mike got to his feet.

“Fuck it” he said, and grabbed his jacket before yanking open the door just as a soaking wet Ollie barged straight into him.

“Ollie?” He gasped, holding the shaking, drenched young man up by his arms. “What are you doing?”

He was breathless and freezing. The rain water poured down his face as he looked into Mike’s eyes and sniffled.

“Y… You said” he began, but it took him a moment to get his bearings. “You said that any boy would be lucky to have me” he managed.

Mike stared at him with narrowed eyes. “Yeah” he said, “yeah, I did”.

Ollie wiped more rain from his face before taking a deep breath.

“What about a man?” He asked.

“A man? What do you mean?”

“Would any man be lucky to have me?” Ollie pressed, eagerly.

“Well… Yeah, of course”.

“Then have me, Mike. Have me”.