It was the kiss that had done him in. Finn had wanted a repeat of the chaste kiss they’d shared the first time. Tonight, with Justin sitting there, chocolate hugging the corner of his mouth and bliss on his face, Finn had known that if he didn’t act, he’d regret it. So for the first time in a long while, Finn had taken a chance.
There had been nothing tentative in that kiss. He’d wanted to inject as much passion as he could, wanted to have Justin imprinted on him in some small way. And what he’d gotten had been a whole lot more than he’d ever thought possible.
Justin was leading Finn into the bedroom, the one place he’d yet to see in the apartment. The room was large, exposed brick and ductwork, giving it a warm, industrial feel. Strong and practical, just like its occupant. There wasn’t much in the way of furniture. A queen-sized mattress, minus its box spring, was pressed into the far corner of the room. Justin’s suitcase was open against the opposite wall, clothing neatly folded inside, while dress shirts and pants hung from hangers in the open closet.
“You don’t have a lot of personal things.” It didn’t seem right for someone as caring as Justin to have so little.
“They’re only things. Never been that attached to stuff.” He walked over to the side of his bed and turned to face Finn. “I want you.”
Finn shivered. “I want you too.”
With the space between them, Finn was able to watch every move Justin made. Justin took his glasses off, folding the arms in and setting them on an upside-down crate he’d obviously been using as a nightstand. “I’m finding it hard to believe that I’ve only known you a few weeks. It feels longer.”
If someone had asked him, Finn would have sworn that he’d known Justin forever. “Do you believe there’s someone for everyone in the world? That it’s only a matter of time before you find them?”
Justin shook his head. “I’m not that much of a romantic.” He began unbuttoning his shirt. “I think that if you’re lucky, you’ll find someone who fills in some of the blanks in your personality. Not all of them; that would be impossible. But enough that you click. That you work together. The remaining blanks are filled with shared experiences, with common goals and challenges. Those morph into something far greater than the sum of their parts.”
When he’d finished speaking, Justin slipped his shirt from his arms and let the cloth fall to the floor. Finn’s mouth dried and his cock twitched. The removal of that single piece of clothing felt as though Justin were exposing his soul.
Finn took a breath, then another one before he closed the distance between them. What he wasn’t expecting was to see the uncertainty in Justin’s eyes. “If you don’t want to—”
Justin took him by the wrist and pressed his palm to Justin’s crotch. There was no mistaking his erection. “It’s not that.”
“Then what?”
“I . . .” He shook his head. “Later. It’s nothing that will stop this from happening.”
Justin then grabbed Finn’s shirt and pulled it over his head. It briefly got caught on his head, and they ended up popping a button to get him free. Justin shook his head as Finn smiled. What a pair they were, awkward and slightly broken. Trying to slot their various bits and pieces together.
Justin lightly caressed Finn’s chest. “You’re far too attractive for your own good.”
And yup, there was Finn’s blush again. “I could say the same thing about you.”
While it might not have Finn’s muscle mass, Justin’s body was fit, long, and lean. Finn cupped Justin’s shoulders with his hands and slowly ran his fingers down along Justin’s arms. Goose bumps rose on Justin’s skin, and his nipples went hard. The dusting of chest hair was a temptation Finn couldn’t resist. He threaded his fingers through the soft brown strands.
Like everything he did, Justin was confident in his moves. He reached for Finn’s fly and pulled the zipper until gravity began to help. It took only a moment for Justin to push Finn’s pants and briefs to the floor, fully exposing him.
Justin sighed and sank down until his face was lined up with Finn’s crotch. “Every inch of you is perfect.”
Finn wanted to cover up or run away, but he did neither. “You have too many clothes on.”
“I have condoms and lube in my suitcase.” As Justin looked up at Finn, his mouth inches from Finn’s leaking tip, he stuck out his tongue and licked the underside of the head. “I was optimistic about my tenure here in Toronto.”
Finn didn’t wait to be told a second time. The necessary items were hiding in the back corner of the suitcase, buried under some pictures and other personal knickknacks. Finn ignored them, got what he needed, and practically ran back to the bed.
Justin hadn’t moved. His smile was small, but it made his eyes sparkle. “You’re cute.”
“I’m horny.” Finn grinned and shook his hips so his hard cock swayed. “It’s been a long time since he’s seen any action.”
“Well then, we’ll have to make sure that he has some fun.” Justin sat back on the bed, his dress pants pulled tight across his own obvious arousal. “Why don’t you help me with these?”
Finn tossed the condoms and lube on the bed and crawled up the mattress until he straddled Justin’s thighs. He let his gaze shift between Justin’s eyes and the erection pressed against the front of Justin’s pants. Whether or not his hands were shaking from excitement, arousal, or nerves, Finn wasn’t sure, but it certainly made trying to undo the button that held Justin’s pants closed more difficult.
Justin cocked an eyebrow. “Need some help?”
“No. I can do it myself.” With a flourish, Finn finally worked the button free and pulled down the zipper. “Ta-da!”
Finn leaned over Justin and placed a kiss to his belly, just above the top of his briefs. His skin was warm and still had the faint scent of soap, and Finn kissed and licked his way across Justin’s midsection. He wrapped his fingers around the clothing that stood between him and the object of his current desire. But, Finn wasn’t in a hurry to race through this encounter. Sure, his cock was hard enough to cause serious bodily harm to someone, but he wanted to savor this moment. Both he and Justin deserved every second of this pleasure. Deserved to feel special.
As slowly as he could, Finn pulled Justin’s pants down, his breath catching as Justin’s erect cock was finally exposed to him. “God. Look at you.”
Justin’s eyes were squeezed shut. “If you turn out to be a talker in bed, I will laugh at the irony of the situation.”
“I’m not. More into action than words.”
It took some maneuvering, but Finn removed the remainder of Justin’s clothing until they were both blessedly naked. He slid alongside Justin, needing to feel his warmth pressed against his body. Justin wasn’t a passive lover—a man like him wasn’t one to simply sit back and let things happen. He leaned in and kissed Finn again, his hands exploring every inch of Finn’s body.
Thoughts and feelings became uncontrollable. There was a part of Finn’s mind that couldn’t quite grasp the idea that he was here, naked in a man’s bed, wanting to do nothing more than to press himself as deeply as he could inside him. Finn kissed along the side of Justin’s neck, loving the way Justin tried to stop himself from moaning, then failed. Justin continued to run his hands along Finn’s chest, brushing his nipples briefly before running his hands down across Finn’s abs.
“A desk jockey shouldn’t be this in shape.” Justin sucked on his earlobe as he ground his cock against Finn’s thigh. “No one would guess. You hide yourself too well.”
Did he? Yes, that was something he did. It was safer, easier to protect himself from harm doing that. He’d strengthened his body to keep his soul safe. And yet, Justin was right, he never let anyone see it. See him.
Until now.
He rolled Justin onto his back, then slid down to his cock. “Want to taste you.”
Justin flung his arm across his eyes. “Fuck.”
“Soon.”
Finn wasn’t experienced in the art of seduction. He was a simple, straightforward man, and his actions reflected that. He ran his tongue along the length of Justin’s shaft once, pausing briefly to tease the balls, before moving up to suck the head into his mouth. Justin’s hand flew to the back of his head, pressing him in place.
Justin moaned. “Oh God.”
Yes, that was what he wanted, this wonderfully put-together man to come apart under his touch. It was a powerful feeling, making another person lose control. Doubly so knowing it was Justin. Finn rose up onto his knees, giving himself access to Justin’s balls. He scratched and tugged on them, making sure to flick the underside of Justin’s cockhead with his tongue every time he did.
“You’re too . . . fucking good . . . at that.” Justin moaned loud. “You need to stop. I’m going to come.”
Did he want to stop?
Nope.
Finn closed his eyes and doubled his efforts, sucking and teasing at a steadily increasing pace. Justin’s body shook beneath him, his muscles doing a silent dance. Justin’s hand continued to thread through Finn’s hair, stroking him. Justin’s stomach muscles flexed, his breathing became labored, and his skin flushed.
“Finn—” Justin choked back a noise that could have been a sob. “Finn.”
There was something so deeply raw in that single syllable that Finn’s chest tightened as he was overcome with unexpected emotion. He sucked harder, needing to feel Justin’s final surrender. Needing to know that it was done by his hands.
“I’m . . . ah. Finn . . .”
The first spurts of come splashed across his tongue, drawing a moan of his own. Finn swallowed every bit he could, for once not minding the bitter taste. He pumped Justin’s cock until there was nothing else coming. Only then did he pull back to look fully on the panting, sweaty mess that was Justin.
He was a glorious sight.
When Justin finally opened his brown eyes, Finn saw for the first time a warmth that hadn’t been there before. “You’re far too good at that.”
“It helps to have someone you . . . you like.” He cupped Justin’s face as he leaned in and kissed him softly.
Justin took advantage and rolled them so he was now on top. “Your turn.”
Instead of moving down for a blowjob, Justin reached for the lube and squeezed a generous amount onto his fingers. The next thing Finn knew, Justin had opened a condom and rolled it onto Finn’s cock. “Don’t move.”
He straddled Finn and ever so slowly lowered himself down onto Finn’s shaft. It was far harder than Finn had realized it would be not to move, to let Justin work his body down inch by inch, until Finn was fully seated inside him. Only then, once he’d taken a moment to adjust, did Justin smile and began to fuck himself on Finn.
Finn was somewhat certain that he was breathing, partially because he hadn’t passed out from lack of oxygen. This couldn’t be real, this slice of heaven. This amazing, intelligent man giving himself to Finn.
Justin’s body squeezed around Finn’s shaft, making all other thoughts flee from his mind. Justin might not have the bulk that Finn did, but he was clearly a man who was used to taking charge of the situation. With his gaze locked on to Finn’s, Justin swiveled his hips down, clenching hard before slowly pulling back up. Finn placed his hands on Justin’s hips, but more as a way to keep himself grounded.
Justin smiled down at him, just far enough away that Finn couldn’t kiss him. “You didn’t expect this, did you?”
Finn shook his head, not sure he had control over his voice any longer.
“You want me to talk dirty to you? Want to see if I can make you come with my voice as hard as I know I can make you come with my body?”
Finn groaned, nodding.
Justin leaned down, his lips pressed against Finn’s ear. The angle was awkward, and Finn’s cock felt dangerously close to slipping out. Justin swirled his tongue around the rim of Finn’s ear, before his hot words spilled over him.
“I saw you in the ring, your shirt was off and you were covered in sweat. I wanted to get in there and lick your skin. I wanted to know what you tasted like. I wanted to feel you pound into my body. My cock trapped between us. I wanted you to jerk me off while you fucked my ass, then lick the come from my skin.”
“Jesus.” Finn growled before using his advantage to flip them both. “Fuck.”
He couldn’t hold back. Gone was the quiet reservation that ruled his life, and in its place, an explosion of uncontrolled need. He closed his eyes and fucked into Justin, reaching between them to grab hold of Justin’s cock. He jerked Justin’s shaft in time with his thrusts until his orgasm ripped through his body. The sudden strength that had claimed him only moments ago vanished, leaving Finn an exhausted, panting mess.
After a minute, he lifted his head and looked into Justin’s smirking face. “You suck.”
Then, the most magical thing in the world happened—Justin laughed.
Finn pulled out from Justin’s body, holding the condom so it wouldn’t slip from his softened shaft. “What are you laughing at?”
Justin shook his head, his smile still firmly fixed in place. “That took far less time than I’d assumed it would.”
“Yeah, well, it’s been a while.” Finn leaned in and kissed Justin’s forehead. “Bathroom?”
“The closed door by the closet.”
It only took him a moment to get cleaned up and to get a warm washcloth for Justin. The man staring back at him from the mirror was relaxed, satisfied, and happy. With his smile firmly in place, he padded back to the bedroom. “You should have saved your cheesecake. We could have eaten it now.”
Justin had rolled onto his side and pulled the sheets over his body by the time Finn had come back to bed. “I wonder if they deliver.”
“I’m sure there’s an app we can use to get us food.” Finn handed Justin the warm cloth. “Just in case.”
“Thanks.”
Finn looked away as Justin cleaned himself up, and it was then he noticed his phone indicator was blinking. “Glad I had my phone on mute.”
There was a voice mail message that he checked. When the voice on the other end started speaking, Finn thought his world would crumble from the shock of it.
“Hi, Finn, it’s Leo. I had a great time tonight. Sorry I had to head out, but I had a meeting with my trainer that I couldn’t miss. Like I said, I had a good time. You’re not bad company when you’re not stumbling over your words. I wanted to know if you might like to go out again. Give me a call.”
“What’s wrong?” Justin was up, standing naked before him, a hand on Finn’s shoulder. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. Sure.”
“Who left the message?”
Finn swallowed. This felt . . . wrong. His stomach bottomed out as he looked at Justin. “Leo. He wants to go on another date.”