Filtration Play (Leather and Lattes Book 4), page 40
Filtration Play
Leather and Lattes #4
Katherine McIntyre
Copyright © 2025 Katherine McIntyre All rights reserved.
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Cover design by: Cormar Covers
Editing: Tanja Ongkiehong
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Contents
Dedication
Acknowledgements
Content Warning
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1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
10. Chapter Ten
11. Chapter Eleven
12. Chapter Twelve
13. Chapter Thirteen
14. Chapter Fourteen
15. Chapter Fifteen
16. Chapter Sixteen
17. Chapter Seventeen
18. Chapter Eighteen
19. Chapter Nineteen
20. Chapter Twenty
21. Chapter Twenty-One
22. Chapter Twenty-Two
23. Chapter Twenty-Three
24. Chapter Twenty-Four
25. Chapter Twenty-Five
26. Chapter Twenty-Six
27. Chapter Twenty-Seven
28. Chapter Twenty-Eight
Epilogue
Afterword
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About the author
To Larry, for the game night that led to the explanation of breeding kink.
Acknowledgements
More Leather and Lattes here, this time Fin and Ollie's story. What was unique about this one was how tethered this one was to Dungeons and Dating, since Oliver first showed up in Wisdom Check. Honestly, in a way, it felt full circle to me, being back at Tabletop Tavern, even though Ollie found his place among the crew at Whipped instead.
For Filtration Play, I owe a huge thanks to Molly, Lydia, Antü, and Jacqueline for beta reading this book and making sure Fin and Ollie's story was everything it needed to be. I also owe a large shout out to my reader group for sharing their love for the Whipped crew with me. Your enthusiasm keeps me excited about this universe! A huge thanks as well to Yoly from Cormar Covers for knocking it out of the park with the cover and to Tanja for her sharp editorial skills.
I’m eternally grateful to my wonderful readers. Every review, every message, every comment fuels me on this journey, and you are all amazing.
And as always, a thank you to my caring friends and family for all the support and encouragement—I wouldn’t be able to do any of this without you.
Content Warning
This book includes physical abuse from a parent (off page and one short instance on page), alcoholic parent, struggle with the urge to self harm and past of self harm (cutting), online slander, public kink scenes, group play, cock cage, fisting, primal play, breeding kink, bondage, and edging.
Chapter One
Breakups sucked.
Breakups sucked even more when it was your first boyfriend and you had to admit to the family you were bi.
Not that Ollie had a difficult family. His brother, Julian, had been restraining a squeal since they left Dad’s house.
Julian had all but shoved Ollie into his car and then drove them off to Tabletop Tavern, where Jules used to work. He settled in the passenger’s seat, flashbacks slamming in of being in this old junker with his brother back before he could drive. Ollie should’ve still been processing coming out to Dad and Jules, but he hadn’t been concerned about any negative reception.
Instead, Julian prepared to throw him a freaking pride parade at his workplace.
Only problem was the whole situation rubbed salt in the wound that he would’ve preferred to do this happily dating someone, not on the heels of getting dumped. Asher had broken up with him last week by way of a text. A year-long relationship flushed down the drain. He stared up at the ceiling of Jules’s car as they zipped along the familiar San Francisco streets. Not like he’d been around this area for a bit. The past few years, he’d stuck to Oakland for trade school, for work, for his social life. While it was the next city over, he’d been so focused on trying to find somewhere to fit in that he’d stayed local.
Except when he and Asher had split up, he’d lost those friends too.
His skin crawled every time he thought of the list of people who’d left him on read. The urge he sometimes believed he had conquered rose a little more by the day. The itch under his skin grew in intensity in his darkened room at night.
Ollie had known he needed to reach out, and he could always rely on one person. Besides, he should’ve come out to his family ages ago—especially Jules. His brother had been out and proud for as long as he could remember, wholly himself, no matter what hurdles he came up against. Nothing Ollie had ever managed to achieve.
“Why keep the relationship secret, Ollie?” Julian slowed to an open parking spot along the side of the street.
There it was. He’d been waiting for the question.
He ran his fingers through his hair. As much as he wanted to dodge it, he also didn’t want to hurt Julian’s feelings more than he already had. His brother had pulled into park and stared at him with hurt puppy eyes. Julian’s clutch around the steering wheel showcased his ocean blue nail polish that kept catching the light.
“Mmm, ever tried a secret relationship? It’s thrilling,” he said dryly.
Julian gave him the “Mom” look he’d perfected. Ollie had been on the receiving end of it his whole life, since their mom died when he was young. He and Amelia were the youngest in the fam, so Julian had become their surrogate parent while Dad worked long hours to keep a roof over their head. His brother wore black nurse scrubs right now, but normally, he was dressed in whatever latest style trend he chased, whether that was crop tops or hair feathers.
“Fine.” He tipped his head back again so he wouldn’t have to face the disappointment in Julian’s eyes. “I just wanted to figure things out on my own. Asher was my first boyfriend, and if we got to the meeting the family stage, yeah, you guys would’ve known.”
Except they never quite did. Maybe that had been a red flag, but Ollie had been so smitten by the attention doled out to him. Asher swept him into his circle, and hell, Ollie had struggled to fit in his whole life. He’d fallen into the friend group and the parties and…well, now all those things vanished as fast as he’d found them.
He chewed on his lower lip, not wanting to look at his brother, who was probably delivering gooey eyes.
Julian put his hand on top of his and squeezed. “I get it. I’m just happy you told us now. And if you need a queer community, this is the place to go.”
Ollie glanced out the window at the sign for Tabletop Tavern down the block. That was Julian’s community for sure, and he had no doubt the people there would welcome him in with open arms.
Yet he was the youngest of five. He’d been getting hand-me-downs his entire life, and fuck, he wanted something that belonged to him for once. No matter his attempts to carve those spaces out, though, they all crumbled in the end. However, he pasted on a smile for Jules. “Well, what are we waiting for?”
He hopped out of the car, the cool San Francisco breezes whipping around him. Ollie tugged at his old letterman jacket from Oakland High. It had been three years since he played tight end in high school, and while he wasn’t clinging on to any “glory days” bullshit, he did miss playing. Not like there were pickup games aplenty or even great outlets to get out some physical aggression.
“Come on.” Jules clapped a hand on his shoulder. Even though Julian had always been a parent figure, Ollie loomed over him now. Most of the family was on the shorter and slender side, but he’d shot up and bulked up. His size was one of the few reasons he’d survived high school, albeit by a thread.
The sight of the pride flags outside Tabletop Tavern always caused his heart to skip, even more so now that he was out in the open. He’d swung to the board game café a few times, but as gaming wasn’t his jam, this didn’t make for his usual hangout choice. He was more likely to hit a sports bar to catch the Packers play.
While he didn’t think Tabletop Tavern would become his newest go-to, he did appreciate that Julian kept him out and about. Better than heading home to the apartment he shared with Luna, a rando from Craigslist who had ended up being chill. She was a little plants and crystals woo-woo, but if she needed to chant over him once in a while to “purge the negative energy from his soul,” that was the price he gladly paid for a nondramatic roommate.
However, after coming out to Dad and Jules, especially sans boyfriend, the itch grew a little stronger than normal. The crawl across his skin that never bode well. That always, always spelled a spiral…eventually. So the longer he could stay out, the better.
“Do you want everyone to know here? Or are you keeping it private?” Julian asked, even though he clearly brimmed to tell his boyfriend, Cal.
Ollie shook his head. “I don’t mind if everyone knows, though I don’t want a big deal made.”
Because Julian would. He was sweet as fuck and a natural caretaker, now working his dream job as a nurse. However, he’d spent years as a chef at Tabletop Tavern and hung out here often still because Cal was one of the owners.
Julian marched in first, and Ollie followed him. The scent of coffee and orange peel greeted him, along with the steady murmur of customers.
“Can I go get you a drink?” Jules asked.
“Latte.” Ollie scanned the front of the shop. The empty lounger by the door seemed like a good place to people-watch. The board game café was bustling today. Most of the tables by the massive bookshelves of games were filled with people, all focusing on whatever their choices for the afternoon were. The exposed brick warehouse-style building was huge and gorgeous, and the high windows allowed the golden late afternoon rays to spill in unhindered.
A hulking, muscular guy worked at the front, emanating a calm energy. He had a pencil in hand, staring at whatever he doodled on the paper before him. The guy glanced up and offered an up-nod. “Need help with anything?”
“Nah, just here with Jules.”
Who had vanished, probably to the back to ravage his boyfriend.
Ollie’s stomach twisted again, the itch growing stronger by the moment. He pressed his fingernails against his palms, the slight sting not nearly helping enough. Being here wasn’t the distraction he’d needed tonight. He wanted someone to step inside his body and take control. To be so consumed he couldn’t focus on anything else.
“You family?” the guy asked.
“Ollie. His brother.” Omitting “youngest” had been a frequent trend lately. He’d been babied by the family his entire life. He was so damn tired of being viewed as too young, too little, too fucking anything that diminished the fact that he’d grown the hell up. That he was carving out a space for himself in the world.
“I’m Hunter,” he said. “Jules is the best.”
He fucking was. That was what always complicated their relationship. He and Amelia had called him Saint Julian a lot when they were being little shits, but having such a perfect older brother made it hard to feel like he’d ever measure up.
“Damn right.” Ollie grinned, but his insides squeezed tight.
Julian reappeared with two drinks in hand, and he placed one on the end table next to Ollie. A second later, Cal emerged, his hair mussed and his lips reddened as if Jules had mauled him back there. The two of them were the perfect pair: Cal, a broad-shouldered, gentle guy who wore more flannels than a lumberjack, and Julian, who had sweetness in spades, a nurturing part of his personality that led him to become a nurse. Granted, his brother had claws when necessary.
He wanted what they had so damn badly, that perfect connection, but how could he find someone for him when he couldn’t even find himself?
“Heard you joined the ranks of bisexual.” Cal swept in for a hug. “Welcome to the club.”
Ollie pushed himself up and accepted the crushing warmth. When Julian and Cal had started dating, Cal had been a few inches taller, but Ollie had shot up a bit more over the last few years.
“Thanks, man,” Ollie said, glad Cal wasn’t making a huge deal over it. When they pulled back, Julian beamed. Ollie kept his arms open and shook his head. “Come on.”
Julian squeezed him tight, and Ollie hugged him back hard. “I’m so happy you told me.”
Guilt swarmed through him that he’d kept his bisexuality quiet for so long. It wasn’t like he didn’t love his family because he adored them. His siblings might be spread out for college and shit, but the whole gang showed up for the holidays, birthdays, and any other damn occasion they could come up with. And with five siblings plus Dad, it made for a full house.
Ollie had been tired of feeling like the afterthought though. The fuckup.
Yet again, he was back where he started after another failed relationship.
“Want to play a game?” Cal asked.
Ollie wrinkled his nose, and Julian’s shoulders deflated. Fuck, he wouldn’t let his brother self-sacrifice. “You go play, Jules. I want to chill for a little bit.”
Julian’s brows scrunched together. “But I brought you here. I’m not going to leave you by yourself.”
“Rude of you to disrupt my people-watching,” Ollie said. “If I get bored enough, I’ll pop over to check out Candyland or whatever the fuck you’re playing.”
Julian rolled his eyes. “You fucker. All the games on those shelves and you pick Candyland?” He gave him another sad puppy look. “Are you sure?”
Ollie lifted the latte to his lips and took a sip. “Shoo, already. There’ve been too many feelings today. I’m getting hives.”
Julian shook his head, and Cal slung an arm around his shoulder as they headed over to one of the open tables. This wasn’t the first nor the fiftieth time Julian had tried to rope him into board games, but they just weren’t Ollie’s bag. If he wanted to problem solve, he’d crack the lid on a Toyota Tacoma—the latest project at work—and tinker around. Vehicles always spoke to him better, which was why he’d gone straight to trade school instead of college.
He settled in the seat and took another sip of the latte, letting the comfortable hum of Tabletop Tavern wash over him.
The door cracked open, and the breezes swept in, along with someone new.
Their short purple hair caught his attention first, a burst of color, but their sharp jawline and expressive eyes did next. Even though they were about medium height, they had the sort of presence that dominated a room. The leather jacket they wore, the tight jeans that showcased compact thigh muscles, all of it brimmed with danger, with adventure, and he couldn’t look away. He wasn’t sure of their gender, but hey, he was bi, and hot was hot.
Sharp defined everything about them from their features to their energy to the way they walked up to the front.
“If I don’t get coffee, I’m going to collapse right here,” they said.
Hunter grinned and shook his head. “Okay, drama. I think you’ll survive. Getting an Americano?”
“To-go, yeah.” They ran their hand through their hair, revealing hints of a shave beneath. Ollie was transfixed, even though he was pretty sure he outright gaped at them.
They glanced back, and their gaze landed on Ollie. A slow, almost feral, smile rolled to their lips.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” they purred, their voice dripping sex. “Got space for me?”
Heat rushed through Ollie in a fierce wave. Holy fuck. This person was the hottest thing he’d ever encountered.
“Fin,” Hunter said, a warning note in his voice. “That’s Julian’s little brother.”
Ollie gritted his teeth. Fucking hell, this was why he couldn’t make this space his own. Because everyone saw him as Julian’s little brother, and trying to change that perspective was an uphill battle he didn’t want to climb.
“So?” Fin shot to Hunter, a hand on their hip. “Unless I’m hitting on Julian or his boyfriend, I don’t see how he factors into this.”
Okay, Ollie was officially interested.
Hunter raised his hands. “Fair point.”
“Got plenty of space here,” he called, his skin prickling with live wire electricity that skimmed the air between them. Their gaze landed on him again, those wicked brows arching, their upper lip curling. His cock was growing hard from the lascivious look, pure hunger in their gaze as they took their time skimming him from head to toe.
And then they sauntered his way.
Damn, he liked their stare on him a little too much, even if it made him shift in his seat. Those hazel eyes held an intensity he’d never experienced leveled his way. They plunked beside him and stretched their arms over the back of the sofa as if it belonged to them. The confidence, the command of a room…fuck. He licked his lips, unable to help himself.
Their grin widened, sharp canines poking out. “The name’s Finley. They/them.”
“Ollie.” He tried to unstick his tongue from the roof of his mouth. “He/him.” Their scent was intoxicating, leather and patchouli, and when they widened their stance, their thigh bumped against his. Here he’d been trying to carve out space for years while they just owned it.
