Hannah's Troubles

“What was that?” Hannah asked, frowning at the look on Ollie’s face.

“Nothing,” he said, quickly putting his phone away.

Hannah cocked an eyebrow and set down her dumbbells. They were mid-workout and the gym was busy, and she’d been showing him the proper form for basic curls and then been doing a set next to him. He’d finished his and then checked his phone while she pushed through a couple more, and then that look had happened.

“It’s obviously not nothing,” Hannah said. Then she snorted and raised an eyebrow. “Did April send you something naughty?”

“No,” Ollie said, but the look on his face told April that she was getting close.

Her head had been all kinds of fucked up since Saturday. Well, ‘fucked up’ might have been a bit much, but she’d been distracted. And sexually frustrated.

Ollie, officially, had a giant dick. And was now probably more sexually experienced than she was, considering he’d had two threesomes. April was gorgeous and perfect for him. Zara was exactly as hot as she would have expected a model to be. Hell, Margot had pranced around naked in front of him, and Hannah still had a weird suspicion about that but she couldn’t put her finger on it.

Hannah wanted Ollie.

For a while, that Sunday, she’d beaten herself up about it. It was just jealousy - it had to be. It had always been Hannah and Ollie, Ollie and Hannah. Two opposite peas in the same pod. She’d been able to handle when Margot entered his life; she was sweet, and cool, and feisty. And, Hannah guiltily realised as she thought things through, Margot was way hotter than Ollie. He wasn’t in her league. Their friendship didn’t threaten Hannah’s deep relationship with Ollie as her person.

Then Hikaru came along, but Hannah had known Hikaru for years. And Hikaru’s relationship with Ollie was more sibling-y than anything else. Not a threat. It was another little wedge of time out of the week where he wasn’t hers, but not in a way that pinched.

But at the end of the day, Hannah wanted Ollie, and she was jealous. But she wasn’t just jealous.

She was in love with Oliver. Every fucking inch of him, even if she was extremely happy that he was finally taking his health seriously and losing weight. And because she was in love with him, and because she was now suddenly cluing in that he was a sexual being, she was in lust with him.

It wasn’t fair. She knew that. It wasn’t fair to him, or to April. It wasn’t even fair to herself.

But it’s what was in her heart. And her brain. And her… wherever her horniness could be blamed. Because she’d felt her nipples getting a little hard earlier in the day when he confirmed his time for his workout, and when he’d walked in she’d gotten a little wet.

And her eyes kept drifting down to his crotch, hoping for a hint of what they were hiding.

God, she was sexualising and mentally undressing her best friend. It was kind of fucked up.

“Well, if it wasn’t April, then…” Hannah narrowed her eyes. “Did Margot go streaking again and send you a video?”

That got him to crack a smile. “No, nothing like that,” he chuckled.

“Wait, did Zara send you something… personal?” she asked, and his blush gave her an answer. “Does April know?”

“Apparently she OK’d it,” Ollie said, a little uncomfortably.

“And you don’t like it?” Hannah asked in concern.

“I… don’t know what to think about it,” he admitted.

Oh, Ollie, Hannah sighed internally. Sweet, sweet Ollie.

“If she said it’s OK, then it’s OK and you don’t need to feel guilty,” Hannah said, part of her wondering what it would be like to send him something really naughty. God, the nerves would kill her, but the tingle of-

“I know, I know,” Oliver said. “I just… worry.”

“What are you worrying about?” Hannah asked. “And while you tell me, start your next set.”

He picked up the dumbbell with a grunt and assumed the correct posture, though Hannah ‘adjusted’ him a little with her hands on his back to get it ‘more right.’ He did the first curl and she nodded, sitting down on the bench next to him.

“What are you worried about?” she asked him again.

“Um- Just- Ng- That I can’t- huff- It’s hard to think while- doing this-”

“OK, just keep going,” Hannah said, counting off his reps until he was done and she let him put the dumbbell down.

“I’m worried that Zara might want more than just… teasing me,” he finally said.

“What does April say?” Hannah asked, her stomach doing a little flip because that sounded a hell of a lot like her own situation.

“We’re going to talk tonight,” Ollie sighed. “About… everything, I guess. Zara’s trip was a lot. Good, but a lot.”

“Are you OK?” Hannah asked.

“I- I think so,” he said.

“Oh, Ollie,” she said, this time out loud, and she hugged him despite the sweat.

“Thanks, Hans,” he grunted, rubbing her back with one hand. “You’re the best.”

I’d be the best for you, she thought, and then immediately panicked because she had a flash of panic that she’d said it out loud. It had, thankfully, remained an internal thought. “Love you, Ollie,” she said to cover herself.

“Love you too, Hans. Always.”

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