I give him a few minutes, as much as I just want to chase him down and pin him to the nearest wall. That shit's on me and my laundry list of mental issues right now, and I don't want to put it on him. Especially not when he's agreed to indulge me, despite what he said.

But every step I take from the gym to the house sends a jolt of electricity streaming from the balls of my feet all the way up my body. It's like I'm getting charged up, and the closer I come to Finn, the more that charge pushes away the thoughts I've been having about my dad. Right now, it doesn't matter that I'll never be good enough for him. I can be good enough for this. I can be fucking amazing, so long as I meet all of Finn's needs as well as my own.

I try not to run up the stairs. It's late enough that most people are doing their own thing, but I don't really want to test how much someone is or isn't paying attention. So I walk casually--or as casually as I can with a hard-on--and find myself standing in front of Finn's door. My conscience flickers on for a brief second, but I turn it off just as quickly. There's no place for it right now. So long as Finn still wants this, it's going to happen.

Trying the door, I find it unlocked. I fix that quickly, even as my eyes seek out Finn. He's standing by his bedside table, shoes already off, only in his undershirt and briefs. My gaze roves downward and my dick twitches as I see he's just as hard as I am. I want so badly to just drop to my knees in front of him and get that beautiful cock in my mouth, but I force myself to take in the whole picture first.

He has a box of condoms in his hand, stopped dead in the middle of taking out a strip. I can't help but smirk.

"Somebody's eager."

Finn rolls his eyes, but the hint of a smile blossoms on his lips. "If you don't plan on fucking me, I can always put them back--"

I cross the room in a few long strides, ending up in front of him. We're almost chest to chest, and I can feel his quick, labored breathing. He looks up at me as my hands slide over his shoulders, up to either side of his neck.

"Don't you fucking dare," I growl, before crushing my mouth to his in a savage kiss. He yields to me at first, letting me push him back against the bedside table. The lamp rattles on its base but doesn't fall over, thankfully. It's the only responsible thought I have as I ravage his mouth, kissing him hard, demanding as much from him as he'll give.

And he gives a hell of a lot.

He pushes back against me, lips and body grinding on mine, pressing to the length of me. My hands move down to his ass and I get a good grip, squeezing the pliant flesh and reveling in the moan he lets out as I do it. I would have pulled him to me, to feel his hard erection against mine, but he moves his own hand between us and grabs my dick, squeezing through my pants and underwear.

"God. you're already hard," he murmurs against my lips.

I let out a husky chuckle, my teeth lightly nipping at his bottom lip. "You say that like you're surprised. You know damn well I've been jacking it to thoughts of you since the con."

The sharp intake of breath tells me he maybe didn't know that--either that or he's surprised I'm willing to come out and admit it. But I've got nothing to hide. Finn is like my drug, and all I care about is getting another fix.

I flex my hips, pushing my cock against his hand and kissing him again, my tongue meeting his. My fingers slide under the fabric of his briefs and I get a handful of his warm flesh, a growl rumbling in my throat as I massage and squeeze. Not content with how much clothing still exists between us, I ditch my shirt and start to undo my pants. Finn tugs them off my hips, and I step out of them while still kissing him--and still trying to think clearly as he goes right back to stroking my dick, this time through my boxers.

Dipping my fingers into the waistband of his briefs, I slide them past that beautiful ass of his and get my hands around his cheeks one last time before I caress his thighs and pull his briefs down enough to free his straining dick. I wrap my hand around it and stroke vigorously, loving the way he squirms against me, and how stuttered his own movements become.

We stand there for a few moments, kissing and jacking each other, his fingers deftly undoing the snap at the front of my boxers before he wraps them around my dick, his palm pressing firmly to the hot flesh.

Unable to take the wait any longer, I drop to my knees without any warning, my hands gripping his hips for leverage as I immediately take him into my mouth, all the way to the root.

"Jesus," he moans, his fingers burying themselves in my hair.

I take that as a plea to keep going, and my eyes cast up to watch him as I move up and down his shaft. I focus on the head first, my tongue swirling around the crown before I swallow him, lips pressed tight to his rigid flesh. He shudders, his hips bucking involuntarily, forcing him deeper into my mouth, and something inside of me responds. The muscles in my thighs flex as I imagine him going balls deep inside of me, skin to skin.

I reach down and stroke my dick, my thumb collecting a bead of precum as I do. My mouth and tongue memorize his cock--the texture, the taste, the girth of it--before I move on to his sac, sucking his balls into my mouth and pressing my fingers to his perineum while I do it. I feel some silent satisfaction when his knees buckle, but still it's not enough.

Popping him free from my mouth, I say, "I want to feel you swallow my cock while I eat that ass," before I lose my boxers and climb onto the bed, lying on my back.

Finn shimmies out of his underwear then climbs up after me, swinging his body around so his knees are on either side of my shoulders. He immediately goes for my cock, taking the crown of it between his lips and sucking greedily. My hands splay over his ass, meanwhile, and I open him up for myself, getting a look at his hole before I dive in.

I lick and suck and bite, teasing around the entrance, then dipping my tongue inside. He moans and squirms, so distracted he can't suck me at the same time. I can't say I mind at all. I love making him forget everything else; making myself forget everything else in the process. Of course when he hits his stride and starts taking me into his mouth again, I have an even harder time thinking outside of this moment. I can't process anything past the way his tight hole feels around my tongue, or the way his lips slide over my dick.

At least... for a while. Eventually those negative thoughts creep in. Some part of me wonders if he's really enjoying this, or if he's just putting on a show. Which is fucking ridiculous. I can hear, see, and feel how much he's enjoying it. But still those thoughts creep in, and I let out a growl of frustration.

"I need to feel this tight ass around my dick," I tell him, giving one cheek a soft smack.

Finn takes me down to the root, making a humming sound in the back of his throat that vibrates straight through me. I have to bite down on a loud moan, my head falling back against the mattress.

"That's for being so fucking bossy," he says after drawing in a gasp of air.

He climbs off of me, though, and grabs one of the condoms, tearing it off of the strip. Foil crinkles, and soon he's rolling it over my dick and handing me the lube. I squirt a healthy amount in my palm and slather it over myself, giving him the bottle afterward. Then I roll to the edge of the bed and hang my legs over the side, making space in my lap for him, stroking my dick while I wait.

He climbs over on top of me, and I ruck his undershirt up, my hands sliding over his chest as he sinks down on my cock. I start to let out a moan, but he silences me with a kiss as his ass rests flush with my lap. He feels so fucking good, and finally my mind is completely blank. Pleasure is the only thing that exists for me, and I kiss him with something resembling gratitude. He must get the message, because his own kiss softens as he starts to move, lifting off my lap and slowly going back down.

"God, you feel so good," he murmurs against my lips.

"Yeah?" I duck my head and flick my tongue over the flat of one of his nipples, making him gasp.

His hands slide into my hair, fingers gripping the wild strands as he grinds on my dick, using me to hit exactly where he wants. I let him for a while, then I get my own hands around his thighs and lift him up just enough so that I can thrust into him, angling it so I'm able to hit his prostate. Finn lets out a short series of breathless moans and whimpers, and when they start getting too loud, I cover his mouth with mine again.

I fuck him that way until my thighs start to burn, then I get my hands under his ass and encourage him to wrap his legs around me. I seat myself deep inside of him before I stand, only pulling out to maneuver him.

"On your knees on the bed," I growl against his ear, turning him around and rolling my hips so my cock slides over the seam of his ass.

Finn pushes back against me defiantly, but climbs up onto the bed. He gets on his hands and knees, looking at me over his shoulder. "What's the matter, XO? Need to pace yourself?"

I laugh, positioning myself behind him, my hands gripping his thighs to pull him closer. Pressing the head of my cock right against his hole, I thrust deep into him in one smooth pump. That smug look of his disappears, morphing into bliss as he lets out a stuttered moan.

"You know damn well I've got no issues with pacing," I tell him.

Pushing his undershirt up again, I get my fingers under it and hook it over his neck so that it makes a nice little harness. Then I grab that with both hands and use it to pull him toward me as I pound him, thrusting hard and deep, my balls slapping against the backs of his thighs.

"Oh, God, yes. Fuck me," he whimpers, and I bring one hand around to cover his mouth.

"You want the other guys to get jealous?" I whisper, pumping my hips harder as he starts slamming back against me.

His moans are muffled by my hand, and as I push myself to my limits, I can feel my body starting to tighten. I let go of Finn's shirt and stroke his dick, his leaking precum slick against my hand. But the closer I get to coming, the more I remember my thoughts from earlier; my desire to feel him inside of me.

"Have you ever topped before?" I ask breathlessly, taking my hand from his mouth.

"What?" he sounds like he's drugged, his voice distant and dreamy and strained with the effort not to moan.

"I want you to fuck me."

He whimpers when I pull out of him, but looks back at me, surprise in his features. It's quickly overtaken by a shot of lust that darkens his light eyes. "Are you sure?"

"That I want to come while you're balls deep inside of me? Yeah, I'm sure," I answer with a smirk, taking care of my own condom and grabbing another for Finn.

I'm generous with the lube, knowing this is going to take some getting used to. I've let other guys fuck me before, but it's been a long time. I trade places with him then, getting onto the bed and lying down on my back. Finn climbs on with me, his hands on my thighs, pushing them up so he can situate himself.

As soon as I feel the crown of his dick at my hole, I clench up involuntarily. Finn looks at me with concern and I wave him off.

"If you need me to take it easy--" he starts to offer.

"I need you to fuck me."

Some random hookup probably would've taken that as a free pass to thrust deep into my ass on the first go, no matter the resistance. But Finn pushes in slowly, which is both touching and infuriating. I hate that I'm clinging to this basic level of decency, but right now I need this little bit of care and consideration.

He pushes deeper, and I can feel him filling me, my body adjusting around him. His dick is curved in a way that it isn't long before he bumps against my prostate, and I gasp, my hand immediately going to my own dick. Finn bats it away.

"If I didn't get to touch myself that first time, neither do you." That smug smile is back, and it's sexy as hell to see him so confident while he's inside of me.

He slides in deeper, letting me adjust, and when I squeeze my muscles around him, he starts to move. Slow, shallow thrusts at first, each contact with my prostate sending a burst of pleasure firing through my synapses.

"Fuuuuck," I groan.

Finn is the one to shut me up this time, his hand clamping down over my mouth, fingers sliding past my lips. "You want to make the other guys jealous?" he asks, throwing my words back at me.

I laugh, and Finn picks up the pace, thrusting deeper; harder. The bed shakes and I can feel myself being moved across the mattress, so I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into his cheeks to keep him right where he is. Pumping away, face flushed, sweat rolling down his body, hair wet with it. He's fucking gorgeous, and my chest clenches with emotion I don't want to feel right now.

Sliding my fingers under the arm straps of his shirt, I pull him down to me and kiss him hungrily. His hands move to the mattress to hold himself up and his angle changes, drawing a needy moan from me.

"So fucking close," I gasp against his lips.

He redoubles his efforts then, and the bedsprings squeak even louder. It's not going to be a secret what's going on in here, but we're both beyond caring. My arms go around him, clutching him to me, my legs locked tight around his hips. He doesn't have enough room for hard, punishing strokes, but it doesn't matter. Every stroke feels fucking amazing, and I can't control my body as it tightens like a spring. One more thrust, the crown of his cock nudging my prostate, and that spring snaps.

I come hard, shooting between us, my cock jerking as my orgasm takes over, my loud moan just barely muffled by his mouth. Finn pumps his hips in short, fast thrusts, his moans turning to whimpers. I can tell he's close, and I focus what little energy I have on squeezing around his dick. He lets out a groan then and his body goes rigid above me. I can feel the warmth of him through the condom, and if I hadn't come already, I'd definitely be coming now.

"Fuck," he gasps, his dick still surging inside of me.

I wrap my legs tighter around him, wanting to feel every shudder before his orgasm finally relents. His arms shake, and he all but collapses on top of me. I think about teasing him; making some quip about his stamina. But I'm exhausted, too, fatigue setting in bone deep. And as I lie here beneath him, I can't help but think of how good it feels to have his weight resting on me; to feel his breath dusting my skin and to hold him inside of me even as he starts to soften.

That feeling of tightness comes back, a brief flutter beneath my breastbone. I know what it means, and I know I should be careful about that shit. The last thing I need to do is catch feelings for a guy who's been my rival for years. But right now, I can't seem to make myself care.