12
Heat rushed to Nolan’s belly the moment Finn pinned him to the wall, crashing their lips together as the front door to his apartment swung closed. He moaned, low and eager, grabbing Finn’s shoulder with one hand and his waist with the other.
Holding onto him like an anchor in a storm, like he was the only thing in the world.
The drive here had been agonizing, the nerves and excitement tying his stomach in painful knots. He’d been aware of every breath and movement from Finn, even the warmth of his body heating the car just a little more than usual. It was a miracle he’d gotten them here safely and that Finn hadn’t insulted his driving even once.
Maybe Nolan had somehow found the one man in a fifty-mile radius who wanted to get laid as badly as he did.
“Stop me if there’s anything you’re not sure about,” Finn murmured between kisses, his breath ghosting over Nolan’s cheek like the softest of touches.
Nolan reached out to curl a hand around his neck, pulling him back in for another kiss. He was sure about this. He’d wanted Finn from the first moment he saw him and been horrified that Gavin had seen the desire written all over his face and used it against him, but now he was getting him and all of that melted away.
It didn’t matter how they’d gotten here. Only that they were here, together, and they were both excited about it.
“I’m sure about this,” Nolan gasped, meeting Finn’s gaze steadily. “I’m sure about you.”
Finn smiled the warmest, kindest smile Nolan had ever seen on him. He darted forward to peck Nolan’s lips again, pressing a little more of his weight against him.
Another rush of warmth made its way south, Nolan’s cock stirring in his jeans. He could have gotten hard just thinking about Finn doing this. Having him actually do it was making him dizzy with arousal, his gut hot and tight.
“You’re still in charge,” Finn said, leaning closer to nuzzle his ear. “What you want goes. No pressure.”
“I don’t know what I want.” Nolan reached out to play with the hem of Finn’s shirt. “Except that I want you.”
“You got me,” Finn murmured. “Think we could take this to the bedroom? I’m a little old for the couch.”
The thought of taking Finn to bed made Nolan’s stomach swoop, his heart thudding in his chest. Yes. Hell yes. That was exactly what he wanted.
Finn backed off easily when Nolan gave a gentle push against his chest, giving him space to slip past him. Nolan grabbed his hand on the way, their fingers just barely joining together, sparks of friction flying between them as Nolan led the way to his bedroom, dragging Finn inside.
“I wasn’t expecting a guest,” he said, glancing at the slightly untidy state of his room and kicking a pair of pants that hadn’t quite made it to the laundry basket under the bed, a blush creeping up his neck.
Finn shrugged. “Bed’s clear,” he said. “I’ve seen way worse.”
The reminder that Finn wasn’t new to this was strangely soothing. At least one of them knew what they were doing.
It didn’t stop Nolan standing nervously at the foot of his own bed, barely resisting the urge to put his hands in his pockets. Why was he nervous?
Finn was everything he could have wanted and more. Besides being hot—and he was really hot—he was kind and patient and Nolan trusted him. He’d trusted him to stop him falling into a river earlier.
He could trust him with this. Right?
“Second thoughts?” Finn asked, as though he could read Nolan’s mind.
Well. He probably didn’t need a mind reader to see that Nolan was hesitating.
“No,” Nolan said. “Yes? I don’t know.”
Finn stepped toward him, closing the gap between them. Nolan’s heart skipped a beat, his stomach flipping over, Finn’s proximity setting all his nerve endings on fire. He wanted this.
It was just this one, final step giving him pause.
Instead of kissing him or pushing him onto the bed or any of the other dozen things Nolan had expected, Finn wrapped his arms around him, pulling him close to his chest. The moment he gave into the hug, Nolan felt all of his worries melt away.
Finn was the right choice. He knew that. Everything about him screamed safe, and trustworthy, and probably amazing in bed.
“I can just sleep over,” Finn offered. “Hell, I can even go home. I mean it when I say no pressure.”
“I want…” Nolan began, and then trailed off, unsure how to finish that sentence. What did he want?
He wanted Finn close. He wanted to kiss him again.
The weight of Finn’s hands against his body was nice, too. More of that could have been good.
Maybe Finn’s fingertips against his bare skin, touching him like he’d touched himself a thousand times. Running over unexplored territory, making Nolan gasp and squirm in ways he’d never managed for himself, because it’d be different with someone else. He knew it would be.
“Take your time,” Finn murmured. “Not going anywhere. Unless you tell me to.”
“I want…” Nolan repeated, fiddling with the hem of Finn’s t-shirt again. With a surge of bravery, he slipped the tips of his fingers under it, pushing it up just far enough to make contact with the skin above the waistband of Finn’s jeans.
The gasp he got in response echoed in his head, trailing down his spine and settling in the pit of his stomach. He could make Finn gasp. This was a two-way street.
“Is this okay?” he asked, just barely running his fingers along the edge of Finn’s waistband, a rush of lust flooding his stomach as he imagined flicking open the button his thumb was brushing over. This didn’t need to be about him.
And if it wasn’t about him, it wasn’t nearly as scary.
“Perfect,” Finn murmured, breathless. He was enjoying this.
He was enjoying Nolan touching him.
Wow.
A grin spread across Nolan’s face at the thought. What else could he do to Finn? How good could he make this for him?
“Can I?” Nolan asked, thumbing the top button of Finn’s fly again and glancing up under his eyelashes.
The sound of Finn wetting his lips told him everything he needed to know. The tension hanging in the air between them was maybe the hottest thing Nolan had ever experienced, the moment of anticipation before everything changed. Before they made the next move.
How long had he been waiting for this?
“Go for it,” Finn said, his voice just a little lower than it had been.
Nolan flicked the button open, blood rushing in his ears. This was it.
A laugh escaped him as he toyed with the elastic of Finn’s boxer-briefs, joy welling up in his chest.
Yeah. He could absolutely do this.
“Dunno if I should be insulted,” Finn said, though he didn’t really sound like he was.
“I’m not laughing at you.” Nolan looked up to double-check that Finn really wasn’t insulted.
“I know,” Finn smiled a small, warm smile at him. “It’s good to hear. You enjoying yourself, I mean. You’ve been surprisingly brave so far.”
“Really?” Nolan asked, surprised.
“You invited me back here, for a start. Big move. I was still terrified of doing that.”
Nolan bit his lip, hooking his fingers through Finn’s front belt loops. “I want you here,” he said. “I’m sorry I’m being so awkward.”
“What did I just say?” Finn asked, raising an eyebrow.
“I know,” Nolan said. “You said I was being brave.”
“Because you are. And I’m honored that I’m here with you.”
“This will come as a shock,” Nolan said. “But I don’t exactly have guys lining up to jump at the chance to come home with me.”
“Hey, if you want that… I know where to take you to make it happen. You’re cute.”
Nolan’s cheeks heated as he listened to Finn sing his praises. “Thinking about passing me off to someone else?”
“Rather not,” Finn said. “But if what you need is a totally platonic friend… I could be that for you. Not gonna pretend I wouldn’t be a little disappointed, but…”
“No,” Nolan responded, pulling Finn in by his belt loops and tilting his head up. “No. I want… you. Here. Now.”
Finn smiled a slow, sly smile that made Nolan’s heartbeat speed up. “Good,” he purred. “‘cause I’m looking forward to this.”
A shiver ran down Nolan’s spine at the sound of Finn’s voice, low and soft. No matter how nervous he was, he could tell Finn was excited about this.
“If you’re looking for suggestions about what to do next…” Finn began.
Nolan nodded, happy for Finn to guide him through this. For Finn to tell him what he wanted, to give him the chance to make this good for both of them.
He had no doubt Finn would make things good for him. It only seemed fair to at least try his best.
“I really like being kissed,” Finn said, his pretty green eyes lighting up.
Nolan’s heart fluttered, surprise at the innocence of Finn’s request flooding him with relief. Not that he minded requests for other things, just…
Kissing, he had at least some experience with. And it was something he couldn’t do alone.
Maybe that was why Finn liked it, too.
Nolan reached out, curling his hand around the back of Finn’s neck and pulling him in. A gasp escaped him as their lips met, lust pooling in his gut, tingles working their way down his spine from the back of his neck.
If kissing Finn was this good, what would everything else be like?
Feeling brave, Nolan slipped the whole of his hand up under Finn’s shirt, feeling his way around the soft, smooth skin of his stomach. He smiled as Finn laughed, tickling him gently across the ribs.
Finn nipped at his lower lip, making him squeak with surprise at the pain and the rush of pleasure that followed it, his breath catching in his chest.
In retaliation, he slid his fingers just barely inside the waistband of Finn’s underwear, tracing along delicate, sensitive skin and making Finn gasp in return, a low, happy sound rumbling in his chest.
Hell, maybe they could just kiss tonight. Kissing with someone who really wanted it was incredible.
On the other hand, Nolan’s cock was already half-hard, and he’d gone to the trouble of getting a boy who wanted him to come into his bedroom. Taking advantage of everything on offer seemed like a smart move.
“I think this might go better on the bed,” Nolan said, breaking off to catch his breath. “You’re ridiculously tall.”
Finn snorted, still smiling that same kind, warm smile at him. “I’m normal height. You’re just… fun-size.”
Nolan raised an eyebrow. “Like a candy bar?”
Finn shrugged. “Small and sweet? Sure.”
“I feel like I should be insulted,” Nolan said. “But I’m kinda flattered?”
“I’m just telling it like it is,” Finn beamed at him, kicking his shoes off. “You maybe wanna finish what you started?” he asked, nodding down to his half-open fly.
“On the bed,” Nolan said, gathering the courage to give him a gentle shove toward it.
Finn went easily, letting Nolan guide him to sit on the edge of the mattress and looking up at him, trust and enthusiasm written all over his face.
Nolan kicked his own shoes off and then dropped himself into Finn’s lap, straddling his thighs.
“Hi,” Finn grinned at him, his eyes sparkling. He was definitely into this.
“I want this off,” Nolan said, tugging at the hem of Finn’s t-shirt.
Finn pulled the shirt off without a moment’s hesitation, flinging it to a far corner of the room and sitting back with both hands on the mattress.
Show off.
Nolan’s hands came up to Finn’s chest automatically, fingers itching to explore all of the exposed, perfectly tanned skin. Finn must have spent a lot of time working without a shirt on, and the thought of that was enough to make Nolan squirm. “Jesus, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, splaying his fingers over Finn’s torso and then sliding them up to his shoulders.
He could hardly believe they were doing this, but his nerves were starting to fade, now. He was sitting on top of the most gorgeous man he’d ever met, and Finn liked it, judging by the look on his face.
“Definitely gonna take that as a compliment,” Finn responded, pink tongue darting out to wet his lips. “Your turn.”
Nolan paused, taking a moment to realize what Finn wanted and then blushing all over again. All the same, he shrugged off the jacket he hadn’t quite managed to get out of before they headed to the bedroom, letting it fall to the floor behind him.
The cool air made him wince as he pulled Finn’s old t-shirt off over his head, dropping it beside him and hoping it’d end up far enough under the bed that Finn wouldn’t remember about it in the morning. He’d planned on stealing it from the moment he’d put it on. Not only because being a couple of sizes too big made it comfy, but because it still smelled faintly of Finn, and his car, and it was a reminder of one of the nicest days of Nolan’s life.
Even before this happened.
Finn’s hands went to his waist the moment he had the shirt off, warding off the cold in the room.
“Not gonna run away?” Nolan asked.
Finn shook his head. “I mean, you’re sitting on me…”
Rolling his eyes, Nolan surged forward to kiss Finn again, curling his hands around Finn’s shoulders to keep them both in place. The little spark of pleasure that made his back arch as he kissed Finn didn’t seem like it was about to stop happening anytime soon. He could have kissed Finn all night.
Something a little more involved than kissing might have been nice, though. The longer he was with Finn, the more comfortable he got.
The more comfortable he got, the more he wanted Finn to touch him everywhere.
Nolan gasped as he felt the first sign of Finn’s cock swelling, the heat of it taking him by surprise through Finn’s underwear and his own jeans. He looked down to see it, half-hard and just starting to strain the fabric of Finn’s boxer-briefs.
The tips of Nolan’s ears burned as he realized that Finn was hard for him, and he was probably the first person who ever had been. The thought made him squirm, shifting his weight in Finn’s lap, blood pounding in his ears.
“Can I…” Nolan trailed off, looking back up to meet Finn’s eyes. “Can I, uh. Touch?”
Finn chuckled, flopping back onto the bed and stretching out to give Nolan access, the movement making his waistband slip a little way and reveal a few wisps of blond hair where the light trail down from his belly button tapered off.
Biting his lip, Nolan reached out to run a fingertip along the length of Finn’s cock through his underwear, his stomach swooping as he made contact. He’d never touched another man like this before, and it was completely different from touching himself.
“Tell me what you like?” Nolan asked, the urge to find ways to get Finn off rising all over again.
The thought of someone else getting off on what he was doing to them was incredible.
“Definitely into being petted like that,” Finn said, shifting his hips. “How do you feel about taking this slow?”
Nolan raised an eyebrow. “You don’t have to ask that for my sake.”
“I’m asking for mine,” Finn responded. “Seriously. It’s been a while. I really like you. I guess I wanna… enjoy this?”
Nolan nodded, stroking his fingertip up and down the length of Finn’s cock slowly. He got that. He wanted everything, and the more he thought about it, the more he wanted it, but… not now.
He wanted to take his time with Finn and learn every inch of him and enjoy everything about this. It was all new, and he’d waited so long already that it seemed pointless to rush.
“So what did you have in mind?” Nolan asked.
“I was thinking you could probably take your pants off, for a start,” Finn said, nodding to Nolan’s jeans.
Nolan looked down, moving his free hand to the button of his jeans automatically. They weren’t doing much to hide how excited he already was, and keeping them on would be uncomfortable soon enough.
Decision made, he climbed off Finn with a sigh and unbuttoned them, pausing for just the barest second before pushing them down and letting them pool around his ankles.
A wolf-whistle from Finn made him blush.
Finn wiggled his eyebrows when Nolan looked up, having settled himself in the middle of the bed now, propped up on one elbow. He’d kicked his jeans off, too.
“Show me your butt,” he said, making the universal turn around gesture with one finger.
The back of Nolan’s neck burned, but he stepped out of his jeans, kicked them aside, and turned around so he was facing away from Finn.
“Nice,” Finn enthused behind him. “Always thought it would be.”
Nolan shifted his weight, blushing even harder. Then, with a surge of confidence, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pushed them down, too.
Behind him, Finn’s breath hitched.
Smirking, he bent down to pull his socks off one at a time. The position made him feel impossibly exposed, and he knew Finn could see everything from this angle, but…
He trusted Finn. And this was a lot easier to do without having to look him in the eyes at the same time.
When he turned back around, Finn was staring at him with darkened eyes, a ring of green just visible around blown pupils, his lips just barely parted.
“Am I, uh… okay?” Nolan asked, sure that Finn approved but needing to hear it out loud all the same.
“You’re perfect,” Finn responded, swallowing as his voice broke on the last syllable.
“I’ll take perfect,” Nolan murmured, looking down at his own bare toes.
“Good, because I haven’t got a better word,” Finn said. “Come over here?” he asked, patting the space beside him on the bed.
Nolan had imagined walking into his bedroom and seeing a man like Finn stretched out on his mattress, inviting him to join him a thousand times.
Now it was real.
He climbed onto the bed, moving to lie beside Finn, close enough to reach out and touch.
Finn smiled another one of his kind smiles, laying a hand on Nolan’s waist. His thumb stroked tiny circles on the soft skin there, and for the first time, Nolan realized that he was nervous, too.
That made all this a lot easier.
“I don’t bite, either,” Nolan said, remembering their first conversation on the day they’d met.
“Not even if I ask nicely?” Finn teased, grinning broadly at him.
“Well, maybe,” Nolan shrugged. “I don’t actually know if I bite. I can probably do whatever makes you happiest.”
“Without trying to sound like a broken record… kiss me again?” Finn asked, licking his lips nervously. As though he thought it was possible Nolan might refuse.
Nolan laughed as he surged forward, closing the gap between them on the bed and moaning happily as their lips met, pressing his bare skin up against Finn’s for the first time.
His head spun at the sensation, heat rushing south as he curled a hand around Finn’s shoulder from behind, holding him close. The soft, delicate skin of his belly brushed against Finn’s, sparks of pleasure going off between them and making him gasp for air.
Feeling brave, Nolan hooked one leg over Finn’s hip, bringing them together and gasping as he felt Finn’s cock brush against his own through the single layer of fabric separating them now.
This felt so good Nolan could have burst with it. The feeling welled up inside him, excitement and joy and relief that this was okay, that it was happening and he wasn’t freaking out washing over him like waves at high tide.
He wouldn’t so much have minded drowning in Finn.
“Feels good, right?” Finn asked breathlessly between kisses, rocking his hips against Nolan’s, angling them just right so both of their half-hard cocks skimmed against each other.
Nolan wasn’t going to stay half hard for long, not with the familiar heat and pressure of blood filling his cock. He could feel Finn getting hotter and thicker in his underwear, too, and dammit, he needed to see and feel and touch.
“Can I?” he murmured, sliding his free hand down between them, ghosting over Finn’s stomach and down to his underwear, teasing the waistband with the tips of his fingers.
Finn nodded eagerly, his eyes wide. A rush of lust and confidence spurred Nolan on, his fingers slipping past the last barrier between them, pushing it out of the way until Finn’s cock sprang free and he could wrap his fingers around it, feel the warmth and weight of it in his hand.
Nothing in the shoebox under his bed felt so alive.
“Oh, wow,” Nolan said as he stroked the length, feeling it get harder in his grip.
“Big fan of that reaction,” Finn murmured, rocking his hips just a little into Nolan’s hand, looking for more friction.
“I could get really into this,” Nolan responded, twisting his hand and grinning when Finn moaned, bucking his hips.
“Oh yeah,” Finn hissed, pushing his underwear down further, past the curve of his ass to tangle around his knees.
Nolan paused to drag them the rest of the way off, leaving Finn to kick them aside and off the bed.
With a surge of bravery, he rolled on top of Finn, pinning him to the mattress and straddling his thighs again. Finn’s chest heaved, his eyes glazed and his lips kiss-swollen as he looked up at Nolan with awe written all over his face.
Nolan wasn’t used to feeling sexy or desirable, but Finn had a way of making him. Something about the look on his face, Nolan thought.
Finn looked at him like he was the only person in the world.
“You look good on top,” Finn said, smiling a slow, sly smile. “Could get used to this.”
“View’s not bad from here, either,” Nolan responded, splaying his hand over Finn’s belly, avoiding his cock deliberately.
They had all night, after all.
“So…” Finn reached out, settling his hand on Nolan’s hip and then stroking down his thigh all the way to his knee. Nolan gasped as he trailed his fingers back up along the inside, tickling sensitive skin and pausing just short of Nolan’s hard cock.
A whimper escaped him as Finn’s fingers inched closer, giving him a taste of the torture he was putting Finn through by not touching him.
He was so damned close.
“Can I touch?” Finn asked, his eyes glittering as he smiled up at Nolan.
Nolan nodded eagerly, all thoughts of drawing this out leaving his head in a rush, his ears pounding in anticipation of what Finn was about to do.
Finn licked his palm, and then reached out, closing the distance between them with agonizing slowness. Nolan watched every inch it travelled, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as he waited for it to make contact.
His breath hitched as Finn finally brushed against his oversensitive cock, a surge of pleasure making his hips buck involuntarily. He splayed both hands on Finn’s stomach for balance, letting his eyes fall closed as Finn stroked up and down his length.
The touch was light, Finn’s fingers just barely closed around him, but it was almost too much anyway.
Within seconds Nolan was panting, tightening his grip on Finn just for the sake of having something to cling to while his head spun from all the newness.
He’d expected being touched by someone else to be different, but this was so much more than he’d imagined.
“You like that,” Finn purred, self-satisfaction rolling off him. “Let’s see what other sounds I can get you to make.”
Nolan cried out as Finn’s other hand trailed up his other thigh, still teasing delicate skin just as slowly and patiently as the first one, inching its way toward where Nolan really wanted it.
“Fuck,” Nolan gasped as Finn cupped his balls, rolling them back and forth in his palm, stroking his cock in time. He swiped a bead of precome away from the head with his thumb, tightening his grip just a little, and Nolan’s head spun all over again.
“This okay?” Finn asked, and dammit, how could he keep his voice so even while Nolan could barely get his lungs to work?
Nolan nodded anyway, not wanting Finn to even consider stopping, his hips rocking into Finn’s hand of their own accord. He should never have been worried about not knowing what he was doing. His body was happy to take the lead.
“Little further back?” Finn asked, extending one finger to press on the sensitive spot just behind Nolan’s balls, rubbing back and forth.
If he was expecting a verbal answer, he’d be disappointed. All Nolan could do was gasp and nod again, desperate for everything Finn was willing to give him.
His breath hitched as Finn’s finger slid back further, just barely circling the sensitive skin of his hole. It wasn’t as though he’d never touched himself there before, but having someone else do it was a whole new experience.
“Good?” Finn asked, and Nolan finally managed to force himself to open his eyes and meet Finn’s gaze again. He couldn’t do much more than focus on breathing and nodding, but it was good to see Finn’s pupils blown so wide that his bright green eyes were almost black.
Finn’s tongue darted out to wet his lips, and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. There was no mistaking how turned on he was by this.
“Just teasing,” Finn promised, rubbing his finger back and forth, drawing needy little sounds from Nolan with every touch. “Don’t worry.”
“Not worried,” Nolan gasped, shocked at his own ability to speak. But he wasn’t worried. Not at all.
Finn smiled at him again, the kind of smile that went straight to the pit of Nolan’s stomach, ramping the tension there up a notch.
“Relax,” Finn murmured, his voice low and soft.
Nolan let his eyes fall closed again, letting out a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. Finn’s grip on his cock tightened, making him bite down on his lip and breathe through his nose.
He forced himself to concentrate on the dual sensations of Finn stroking his cock and circling his hole, hips rocking between them.
The bedsprings creaked in time with Nolan’s breathing, a counterpoint to the pounding of his heart in his ears. This was so good.
“Finn,” he gasped, letting more of his weight settle on top of Finn’s hips, riding the hand under him, grinding down for more contact. More friction.
More Finn. Whatever he was willing to give, Nolan wanted it.
“Breathe,” Finn instructed, twisting his wrist to make Nolan whine even as he said it.
A broken laugh escaped him at the thought that he could be calm about this. There was no way. This was the best night of his life so far.
Heat and tension pooled in his gut as Finn kept stroking him, his thighs burning with the effort of holding his position. The urge to come settled like a lead weight in the pit of his stomach, making Nolan squirm at every touch, overwhelmed by how hot everything felt, his skin suddenly a size too small.
It was too much and not enough all at once, leaving Nolan panting for air as his hips rocked back and forth, speeding up as the need to come built and built.
His teeth dug into his lower lip, a point of pain that only served to heighten the pleasure of Finn’s hands on him. Nolan’s thighs tightened around Finn’s hips, and it was so easy to imagine himself riding Finn’s cock eagerly, fucking himself hard and fast, and damn did he want that.
“Come for me,” Finn murmured, pressing down hard on the sensitive spot behind Nolan’s balls, the sudden shock of pleasure knocking the air out of Nolan’s lungs.
Even if he hadn’t wanted to come, he wouldn’t have had any other choice, a hot rush of pleasure and pressure racing down his spine and bursting right behind his balls. It felt as though his heart had stopped for a moment, a low groan tearing from his throat as he tumbled over the edge, the force of his orgasm making his hips surge forward. His fingers tightened on Finn’s chest, digging in deep as he bucked his hips and felt the all-consuming rush of coming harder than he could ever remember coming before.
He sobbed as his cock spilled over Finn’s hand, relief and pleasure washing over him as his hips rocked into it, his whole body throbbing as he finished, thrusting hard into the circle of Finn’s fingers.
Aftershocks made him gasp and moan, tapering off to tiny sparks of pleasure as he rode out the last few seconds of what felt like an impossibly long orgasm.
By the time Finn took his hand away, Nolan was panting and wrung out, utterly spent, his thighs trembling and his head still spinning.
All that just from Finn’s hand. What would the rest of it be like?
He glanced down at Finn’s cock, still hard and glistening with precome, and felt a tiny pang of guilt at having forgotten about him.
Exhausted as he was, Nolan reached out to touch, wanting Finn to enjoy himself, too.
Finn batted his hand away gently, wrapping his own fingers around the shaft instead.
“Just watch,” Finn murmured, gasping as he started to stroke himself.
Nolan obeyed, mesmerized by the movement of Finn’s hand and the way his cock pulsed in it, still leaking precome, the head dark with blood. The thought that it was because of him, that Finn was getting off on being with him made his head spin all over again.
The sound of Finn gasping and moaning as he worked his cock made Nolan’s stomach tense, arousal welling up despite the fact that he’d just come. Finn was impossibly gorgeous, and watching him touch himself was better than all the porn Nolan had watched in his life combined.
“Gonna,” Finn choked out as his orgasm hit, a thick spurt coating his hand and stomach as he came, back arching off the mattress and breath coming in short, sharp pants that made his chest heave.
Nolan couldn’t decide whether to watch Finn’s cock twitching in his hand or his face twisted with pleasure, looking between both of them so he didn’t miss anything, searing every image into his mind for later. Remembering the way Finn’s mouth fell open in a silent shout, the desperate little gasps escaping him, the way his eyes were screwed shut as he concentrated on the rush of pleasure.
He might never get to do this again, so he was determined to hang onto every detail. This was the kind of thing he could jerk off over for months. Everything about Finn pushed every one of Nolan’s buttons.
Finn could have left him needy and squirming with a look, having him come between his legs was enough to make Nolan want to do this again and again. If he hadn’t just come, he would have been hard already.
Once he was completely spent, Finn sank deeply into the mattress. It creaked under him as he let it take all of his weight, still breathing heavily.
“Wow,” Finn murmured after a moment. “Damn,” he added, clearly not ready for full sentences just yet.
Since Nolan wasn’t sure he could come up with anything better, he didn’t respond. Instead, he finally let himself climb off Finn, collapsing onto his side on the mattress and breathing a sigh of relief as the tension in his thighs eased off. He’d been holding the position so long that moving out of it was almost as good as coming all over again.
Feeling clingy, he shuffled over to rest his head on Finn’s shoulder, throwing one arm over his waist. Just for the sake of touching.
Finn made a soft, happy sound, and turned his head to nuzzle Nolan’s hair.
“Not bad,” he said, sounding just a little less out of breath. “Not bad at all. For a start.”
A start.
The thought that this was only the beginning made Nolan’s head hurt, but it also made something in his chest clench. Finn wanted more.
More of him.
Exciting didn’t even begin to cover it.
“A start?” Nolan asked out loud, wanting the reassurance.
“You can nap first,” Finn said. “But I’m a long way from done with you.”
Nolan’s breath hitched. He’d never get tired of hearing that Finn wanted him. This was new and amazing and he was happy to bask in it for as long as Finn would allow.
“That is, uh, assuming you’re still…?” Finn continued when Nolan didn’t respond immediately, uncertainty in his voice.
“Interested? Oh yeah,” Nolan responded, sighing a deep, exhausted sigh. “But I’m definitely gonna need that nap first.”
Finn chuckled. “I can wake you when I can get it up again,” he murmured, wrapping an arm around Nolan’s shoulders and stroking with his thumb, tiny circles like before.
“Please do,” Nolan said.
If Finn wanted more, then he wasn’t about to say no.