WARNING: THIS SCENE IS NSFW / features ADULT THEMES & CONTENT. And it’s long-ish.
The Welcome Back Assignment - Phase 5
(f/ Oliver Morales)
Despite the recent terror faced by some of his top people, including the attack on his CSO David Marion, and Farsight’s headquarters in Austin, TX being infiltrated and overtaken less than a couple weeks prior, Ellis Lawrence, CEO and founder of Farsight Software, is feeling a little too emboldened. He’s got friends, after all, and those friends, the Phoenicians, have assured him that he will continue to be untouchable, no matter what the Illuminati attempt. In the meantime, they’ve assigned extra personnel to him and his executives. Of course Geary is aware of, and not happy about, this new friendship Farsight has formed with Team Purple. But she’s also a woman with many tricks up her sleeve, and not about to lose a contract to the pirates.
On the surface, Lawrence is a perfect family man, so it makes sense that he’d carefully protect his wife and two children, with the three of them stashed away with their own private security detail. If the Illuminati is aware of where that is, they haven’t made any show of it… yet. Ellis Lawrence is putting on a brave front from his home turf. The news reported vandalism to Farsight’s HQ and he’s made a show of giving a couple interviews to local news agencies about the incident, talking about how the company is bouncing back from the ‘extreme vandalism’ after a break-in at their building. No mention of the attacks on the execs, of course. As far as the world knows, Farsight is unaffected beyond working on repairs to a structure. Behind the scenes, things are a lot more tense for many of Farsight’s lower level employees, with a few even resigning. The execs won’t dare, of course. Not after the threats they received from Emmett Hagen.
With the Phoenicians’ assurance of his safety, and with his family neatly tucked away, Ellis feels enspirited enough to resume other pursuits. While on the surface, he is a happily married man who loves his wife, behind closed doors, he has an appetite for other things, and other people. Ellis usually keeps a couple young men on retainer to sate that hunger. He usually likes them a couple decades or more younger than him, with a slightly rough exterior–the opposite of his refined and pedigreed wife. A little broken, a little hungry, probably because they’re usually the most eager to please, and the easiest to control.
Ellis has seen his latest ‘attachment’ several times now, and the young man has always made for good company. Since he has to stay local, Lawrence is being extra bold with his young acquaintance this time, inviting him right into his home rather than to a hotel or to one of his satellite spaces. The Phoenician agents aren’t happy with Lawrence bringing any outsiders into his personal space, but the older man assures them this particular ‘friend’ has been in his life since before the Illuminati mess started–at least as far as he knows. And Oliver Morales, a relatively unknown young Illuminati agent with ties all over the country at this point, is not on anybody’s radar. Luis Davis, the name Lawrence knows him as, has also been surface-vetted by the Phoenicians and seems to check out. He’s a male escort, originally from Miami, FL, with only a couple minor priors related to prostitution. As far as they are aware, he’s clean. Or clean enough to not elicit concern.
“Luis,” the older man greets him just inside the home, waiting until the doors are properly closed to embrace him. Ellis is in his early 50s and in shape, with salt and pepper strands mixing with darker hair. He’s handsome, though he’s clearly had at least a little bit of ‘work’ done to his face to maintain some level of youth without going overboard. Oliver greets the man with practiced warmth, and when the older man moves to kiss him, he doesn’t resist, leaning into the show of affection, and nearly perfectly matching Ellis’ level of enthusiasm. They aren’t alone right now, one of the guards assigned to Lawrence waiting there in the entry room. Ollie can tell that man is already a little uncomfortable, which he will likely need to use to his advantage later. The man clears his throat, and the pair separate.
“I need to check you,” the agent, fit and possibly in his late 30s, addresses Ollie with all the warmth of a viper.
“Formalities,” Lawrence assures the young man. “My company is dealing with some drama and our outside security is… very thorough. This is Marcus.”
Ollie pretends to look both confused and nervous as the suited agent, Marcus, frisks him. As he stands there with the agent’s hands moving over him, Ellis Lawrence seems to be looking him over.
“You changed your hair,” he notes with a hint of disappointment. Ollie tenses slightly. This might have been why Geary was so pissed off at him about him shaving it off.
“I thought I’d try a new look,” Ollie offers. He leans into the pressing hand on his thigh and feels Marcus withdraw slightly. He smothers away a confident smirk.
“It looks nice,” the older man says, then makes something of a pouting expression, “But I liked your hair better before. When I could run my fingers through it.”
Ollie is silent for a moment, watching him as Marcus hurriedly finishes his search.
“You could grow it back,” Ellis Lawrence suggests. Ollie nods quickly.
“I can do that.”
“Good boy.” A pause. “And lose the light color, too. The dark looks nicer with your eyes.”
Ollie smiles as meekly as he can manage. They all want to tell him how to exist. Lawrence extends a hand to him and Oliver moves, falling in beside the older man.
“I thought we’d take a dip in the pool before lunch,” Lawrence says, leading Ollie through the home, the security agent trailing them. Ollie makes a point to look around curiously as they move along, even though he knows the layout of this place like the back of his hand, and has seen dozens of interior photos as well. The Illuminati are nothing if not thorough.
Lawrence leads the way out to the backyard, a sprawling setup with a pretty nice saltwater pool nearly surrounded by landscaping, with its own pool house off to one side, along with a few lounge chairs. It’s partially secluded, at least. Ollie takes a quick look around, noting the security agent looming near the house.
“Is that guy planning to come swim with us, too?” Ollie asks with an almost indignant tone.
Lawrence laughs, shaking his head. “Don’t worry about the security. I’ve been assured they are very discreet. Marcus won’t watch us.”
Ollie can only nod. He’ll press again when he’s got Lawrence a little more under his control.
“Do you need a suit?” the older man asks. “They’re inside the cabana. You can leave your clothes in there, too. I’ll be waiting.”
Oliver nods and moves into the little building, doing a quick sweep for potential cameras first. Amazingly, it’s clean. It’s nice in there, almost like a studio apartment, crisp and white, with a giant wall-length mirror and both a four poster bed and a sofa in the room that Ollie can only imagine Lawrence has made thorough use of in the past. It could be the ideal spot to push things, as long as Marcus doesn’t creep in there with them. He finds the ‘suits’ hanging on a rack outside the bathroom, Oliver groaning quietly.
“You’ve got to be fxcking kidding me,” he mumbles to himself, picking up one of several rather skimpy swim briefs, this pair a sort of dark teal. He sighs again before stripping and slipping on the teeny briefs, adjusting to make sure everything’s in its right place. Ollie does a quick check in the mirror before coming out of the pool house. Marcus is nowhere in sight, but that doesn’t mean he’s not lurking.
He sees Lawrence sprawled on one of the lawn chairs, completely nude and perfectly bronzed from at least some time in a tanning bed. His clothing items are all set on another chair. He’s holding a bottle of sunblock expectantly, and appears to have slathered a small patch on his chest. Ollie gives him a swift smile as he moves for the man, his voice teasing as he takes the sunblock bottle from him. “Look at you getting started without me.” He doesn’t even wait for confirmation before he squirts a generous blob of sunblock onto one of his hands, setting the bottle down beside the older man. Ollie rubs the cream into both palms, then half straddles the older man as he begins to rub his hands over Lawrence’s chest and shoulders, keeping eye contact and that practiced playful warmth on his face.
As he’s working his hands down Ellis Lawrence’s arms, he sees movement out of the corner of his eye. Marcus, it seems, checking in. Ollie decides to add a little more intensity to their situation in hopes of sending the squeamish agent away. He leans down, kissing Ellis with more passion than earlier, tongue probing. He fights a smile as Lawrence takes the bait and starts kissing him back, hungrily, needily. He feels the man’s hands go to his backside, pulling him down against him, and kisses more, making a showy amount of movement that the older man probably doesn’t notice isn’t genuine. When Ellis tries to pull Ollie’s briefs down, Ollie breaks the kiss, smirking at the man. “Ah, ah… We need to protect you from the sun first. I don’t want you burning.” Lawrence laughs, rolling his eyes. “Always a tease, Luis.”
Ollie squeezes out more sunblock, then works his slathered hands down Ellis’ abdomen and sides, deftly avoiding other areas for now. He turns so his ‘focus’ is on Lawrence’s legs, doing a quick sweep. No immediate sign of Marcus. Ollie shifts fully so he’s backwards now over Lawrence, hovering over the man’s groin as his hands work down Lawrence’s legs and thighs, massaging and pressing to work the creamy lotion in. He groans as hands again grip his rear through the thin material of the snug briefs, Lawrence taking advantage of this position.
In a different life, he could be perfectly happy being this rich CEO’s fxckboy. Ellis treats him better than some of Ollie’s other clients, and he’s nicer to look at, too. Plus, Ollie imagines if he does keep any long term boy toys around, he probably sets them up pretty nicely for their silence. Can’t have people knowing a married 50-something CEO of a reputable company is spending his down time partying with a bunch of 23-25-year-old men. You have to keep that quiet.
Ollie’s drawn out of his thoughts when he realizes one of Ellis’ hands has moved forward and is giving an amazing massage. Ollie doesn’t stop him this time, keeping an eye out for Marcus as discretely as he can. When he spies the man uncomfortable watching them, he decides to have a little fun with it. Ollie fights a smirk, making eye contact with Marcus from his place atop the older man as Ellis continues to massage and grope through the swim briefs. Ollie makes a show of moaning out, still watching Marcus, and the agent hurriedly heads into the larger house. He tries not to laugh, then reaches for Ellis’ hand, squeezing it gently.
“That guy was watching us,” Ollie fake laments, looking back at Ellis with a pouty expression.
“He won’t do anything,” Lawrence attempts to assure, trying to massage again. Ollie holds his hand firmly. “They’re just keeping me safe, Luis.”
“I’m shy, Ellie,” Ollie murmurs as sweetly as he can. He turns around so he can once again straddle the older man, kissing him more gently, pausing every few seconds to look into his eyes. “Do you think we could… Go into your pool house for a little private time before we swim?”
Lawrence seems to hesitate a moment. “They really don’t like me to–”
Ollie kisses him again, mumbling against his lips, “I really want to taste you, Ellie.." He nips the other man’s lower lip gently. "Without an audience. Please?”
“Alright,” Lawrence gives in, “Let me tell them we’ll be in the pool house for a few minutes.”
“Only a few minutes?” Ollie pretends to look offended.
“Thirty?” Lawrence asks with a hinted grin.
Ollie leans down to kiss him again. “We can work with thirty, yeah. But longer could be better…”
“How about if I send him to pick up lunch?” Lawrence offers.
“Perfect.” Ollie says with a smile.
Ollie moves off Lawrence and the older man, now showing some pretty obvious signs of arousal, moves for his clothes, grabbing his phone from the pile.
“What do you feel like having for lunch, pretty boy?” Lawrence asks.
“Besides you?” Ollie teases. Lawrence eats that right up, smiling back at him. Ollie tries to recall the locations of specific food around the area. The closest sushi place is at least a 40 minute round trip from Ellis’ estate. It’s not much more time, but it’s enough. And there’s a good chance Marcus isn’t going to make it back to the estate at all.
“What about sushi?” Ollie suggests, “I could really go for some spicy tuna rolls.”
Lawrence thinks on this for a moment, then nods with a smile. “Anything for you.” He texts for a few exchanges, brows briefly knitting, then relaxes and starts to walk toward the cabana, still holding his phone. Ollie follows behind, taking care to not blatantly look back toward the house.
“Marcus is… not happy about leaving me alone,” Lawrence says with a half laugh before pulling Ollie into another kiss, this one messier and looser. He tosses his phone toward the couch and his hands immediately roam the younger man’s chest and sides as they work their way down.
Ollie smiles with the kiss, pulling free to murmur, “You’re not alone, silly. I’m right here.”
“I mean without a bodyguard,” Lawrence manages to say around their kissing. Ollie smirks.
“I can look after your body,” he mumbles, “I’ll take good, good care of it.”
Lawrence leads Ollie with him over to the bed, then half settles at the edge of it, leaning back.
“Get to work, then,” Lawrence says with a slightly more authoritative tone. It occurs to Ollie that he doesn’t have to, and he can absolutely confront the man right now, before going any further. But they’re already here, and he’s already feeling the effects of their closeness. Besides, it might even be more of a mindfxck to wait til Ellis is a little spent and feeling that comedown euphoria. He leans over the man, making eye contact as his mouth goes exactly where directed. Ellis throws his head back almost instantly, unable to focus on anything but the sensations the younger man is giving him. The younger man takes his time at first, Ollie’s definitely ‘skilled,’ and it doesn’t take long before the older man is moaning out, shifting, squirming.
Once he’s finished, Ollie swallows, waiting for Lawrence to beckon him before joining the man on the bed. Lawrence pulls him into another hungry kiss and signals it’s Ollie’s turn for some release as he pulls down the swim briefs. Ollie’s almost a little too wound up about what’s supposed to happen soon to fully enjoy things, but Lawrence’s practiced hands work their magic and in no time he’s moaning into his mouth. It occurs to him just as he’s near climax that anything he leaves behind is ‘evidence,’ and he finally has to force himself out of the passion of the moment, moving a hand to stop Lawrence, pulling his hips back. He stands, slipping the briefs back into place.
“What are you doing?” the older man asks, looking confused, and maybe a little irritated.
“I-I can’t,” Ollie says, stumbling for the first time.
“What?” Lawrence asks, sitting up. His dazed feeling is quickly wearing off. He’s clearly not used to being rejected. “Get back over here,” he demands, tone going authoritative once again.
“We need to talk,” Ollie says, then corrects. “Or, uh… you need to listen.”
“Excuse me?” Lawrence says, voice cracking slightly as he starts to stand. “What the hell do you think y–” Ollie shoves him back onto the bed with only a slight show of force, and Lawrence looks dumbfounded.
“Sit down, Ellis,” Ollie says, his own voice more commanding now as he regains his confidence. “And shut the fxck up.”
Ellis Lawrence goes red-faced as anger starts to boil from under the surface, but there’s something else: fear. Ollie doesn’t have to say another word and he already has some idea of where things are going.
“They got to you too, Luis?” he starts, “You disloyal little snake. What the hell are they paying you to–”
“I said shut it,” Ollie says, this time backhanding Ellis hard enough to leave a mark, though he’s clearly holding back.
“Here’s what you don’t realize, Ellis,” he continues, watching the now stunned-silent man. “I am them. I’ve been them. I was always them.”
He watches as the anger in the man’s face seems to give way to realization, disappointment, and betrayal, and a part of him feels terrible for all of this. Sure, the guy’s a cheating jerk who likes to control his lovers, but he trusted Ollie, or Luis, and that’s rare these days. And this is what it gets people, apparently. Ollie swallows, if only to fight a sigh.
“I’m sorry, Ellis,” he says, tone softening for a moment, “It’s business, though. She’s… not gonna take no for an answer.”
Ellis Lawrence is silent for several seconds as he seems to weigh things in his head. Finally, he speaks. “So, what, Luis? You’re here to kill me?”
“No,” Ollie says with a shake of his head, fighting a momentary frown, “I’m here to make sure you sign the contract.” A pause. “And… and it’s Ollie.”
“Of course it’s not Luis,” Lawrence mutters. “So, what? They’ll send another ‘you’ to play the long game if I don’t comply? Keep messing with my head?”
“No,” Ollie says, lips pursing. “They have… other tactics.”
He moves from his position in front of the man toward his own pile of clothes and retrieves his phone, tapping the screen, texting someone as he moves back for the still-in-shock man on the bed. A link comes across the thread and Ollie taps it. A clear video of a backyard shows up on the phone, a couple of school-aged kids running around, a woman lounging in a chair reading a book. He turns the phone screen in Ellis’ direction, watching him.
“Mary,” Ellis manages to whisper.
“That’s them right now,” he warns. Ellis can only stare at the screen for the moment.
“They’ll probably kill your family if you don’t,” Ollie says plainly, “Or at least make them disappear. Because that expensive private security firm you hired to look after them? Us too.”
The color drains from Lawrence’s face and he raises his eyes, glaring at Ollie.
“Because we are everywhere,” Ollie continues, “And we will always be everywhere. And your Phoenician buddies aren’t going to be able to find all of us or stop all of us, no matter how hard they try." He watches the older man’s expression shift. "And you will never know peace or security again unless you accept that this. is. inevitable, and that this deal is happening. There is no other option besides whatever Kirsten Geary wants.” He pauses. “Trust me.”
Lawrence practically growls as he speaks this time, starting to lunge off the bed. “You little bastard! I–”
“Do you want me to text the ‘go’ command?” Ollie threatens, holding up the phone.
“NO!” Lawrence shouts, dropping right back to the edge of the mattress.
“You sure?” Ollie asks, slow smile pulling his lips, “It would be so easy, Ellie. I could probably do it with the slip of a finger, it’s so easy…” He traces his thumb over the screen as he says this. There’s always something a little too amusing about this part.
“You win,” Lawrence says, looking half broken now. “You fxcking win. I’ll sign your blood contract,”
“Good boy,” Ollie says with just a little smirk. The words aren’t lost on Ellis, whose eyes narrow at him again.
“Fxck you,” he mumbles.
“Probably a little late for that, unfortunately,” Ollie laments, “I’m assuming my people will be here shortly. If there was time, though? Definitely one last go for the road…”
Ellis looks away, clearly disgusted. Ollie shrugs and sets to getting dressed, pocketing the swim trunks.
“For real, though,” Ollie says, glancing over at the stunned man. It’s always strange watching somebody break in real time. “I am gonna miss you. This… was nice. Well, you know… before this part…”
“You’re a piece of shit,” Ellis says, “You’re a… a worthless little… lapdog. I hope you suffer for the hell you put people through.”
“Don’t worry,” Ollie says dryly, “I do.” He points toward the door. “Anyway, welcome to your new partnership. Now go get dressed so my coworkers don’t have to see a middle-aged man with his shriveled old dick out.”