18
Nolan hummed happily as Finn kissed him, the heat of arousal curling low in his gut. Having Finn pin him down to the mattress and kiss him breathless wasn’t going to get old anytime soon.
“Love the sounds you make,” Finn murmured, brushing the tip of his nose against Nolan’s.
“Are you sure you wanna…?” he asked, sliding his fingers up the inside of Nolan’s thigh, pausing as they grazed his balls. The gentle tease made Nolan squirm, his oversensitive skin tingling under Finn’s touch.
“I’m sure,” he said, already panting at the thought of having Finn inside him. Finn had kissed him until his cock strained against his stomach, leaving Nolan hard and wanting with no way of getting any relief.
Of course he wanted Finn to fuck him. He couldn’t think of anything he wanted more right now.
Finn laughed, claiming his lips again and trailing his fingers up further, just barely teasing his hole.
Nolan spread his legs wider to give Finn better access, his thigh brushing against Finn’s hard cock. The feel of it against him made him shiver, knowing that Finn was hard because of him making joy and excitement flood his gut.
Aside from being so turned on he couldn’t see straight, Nolan was happy. He was happy his first time had been with Finn, and he was thrilled that Finn was going to be the first man he’d had inside him.
He’d never met anyone he wanted to share this with more. Finn was perfect.
Eager to get started, Nolan grabbed the lube he’d gotten out earlier and pressed it into Finn’s free hand.
Finn chuckled again, pressing harder against his lips for a moment before breaking off and leaning back, rolling onto his side to uncap the lube.
“Demanding,” he said with a smile so wide that Nolan couldn’t help smiling back.
He wasn’t nervous about this part. Not at all. He knew what it felt like, he knew how to relax, he knew how hard he got off from doing it.
Having Finn with him and getting him to do all the hard work seemed like the best deal he was ever going to get.
“I know what I want.” Nolan shrugged. “I’ve been waiting a long time.”
“For what, exactly?” Finn raised an eyebrow as he coated his fingers, warming the lube up between them.
“You, I think,” Nolan responded. And it was too much, too soon, but he didn’t care. Finn had changed his life in the space of a month.
It wouldn’t have been honest to pretend otherwise.
Finn wet his lips, a blush creeping up his neck. “I think you’re pretty awesome too. For the record.”
Nolan laughed. “Thanks. You could show your appreciation by shoving a couple of fingers up my ass, if you want,” he said, lifting one knee and gripping the back of his thigh to hold it there in anticipation.
“You don’t wanna roll over?” Finn asked.
“And miss watching you? No,” Nolan said. “I’m happy here. I’ve done this before.”
“Not like this you haven’t,” Finn said, hauling himself to his knees and settling between Nolan’s legs with surprising grace for a guy as big as he was.
Finn probably spent a lot of time climbing trees to rescue animals in distress, which would have explained that.
“If I’m sore in the morning you can say you told me so,” Nolan said, knowing he would be. He also knew that Finn would take care of him, because that was the kind of person he was.
Finn snorted, shifting his weight and running the fingers of his clean hand up and down the inside of Nolan’s thigh in long, soothing strokes. “I won’t,” he promised, just like Nolan had predicted.
“I know,” Nolan murmured, shifting his hips to make it clear that he wanted Finn to get the hell on with it. “Now come on. I’d like to do this before I turn thirty.”
“You can wait two minutes,” Finn said, and then glanced over at Nolan’s alarm clock.
“You’re gonna make me wait two minutes?” Nolan asked, eyes wide.
“I am now.” Finn grinned down at him, letting his fingers slip just a little lower on this stroke as Nolan groaned in dismay.
Impatience had long been one of his greatest failings, and now he was paying for it.
Finn moved his other hand under Nolan’s body. He’d been kidding. He wasn’t really going to make Nolan wait, after all.
Nolan closed his eyes, a tiny, needy sound escaping him as Finn’s fingers circled his hole. He took a breath to relax, waiting for Finn to breach him for the first time…
Nothing.
Finn kept stroking, adding just a little more pressure, but nowhere near enough to slip inside.
He was going to make Nolan wait.
Nolan whined, meeting Finn’s eyes to plead silently with him. Surely his kind, beautiful, perfect Finn wasn’t going to be this cruel?
In response, Finn smirked.
“It’s been less than one minute,” he said, rubbing back and forth over Nolan’s hole, leaving him squirming for more pressure, more friction, for the barest taste of Finn inside him.
He wanted this, and two minutes might as well have been a lifetime.
“You’re so mean,” Nolan complained. “You’re supposed to be the compassionate animal rescue guy. I’m suffering,” he said, nodding to the bead of precome welling up at the tip of his cock.
Finn chuckled. “This is for your benefit,” he said. “I’m giving you some time to think about how bad you want it. How good it’s gonna feel to have someone else’s fingers inside you, how you’re just waiting for a nice thick cock to fill you up and you can’t think about anything else.”
Nolan’s breath hitched, his stomach clenching with a sudden rush of arousal. Finn’s voice had always been hot, but when he was describing exactly how desperate Nolan was, and why, and what he wanted…
Damn. Nolan could barely breathe past the heavy weight of lust welling up inside him, his hips tight as he tried to stop himself from rocking helplessly against Finn’s fingers, knowing his two minutes wasn’t up yet.
For whatever reason, he’d expected Finn to be a little shy in bed. Maybe even awkward.
But now that they were getting to know each other, he clearly didn’t mind murmuring all kinds of dirty things in the interest of torturing Nolan.
“Tell me what you want,” Finn purred. “Might make the minute you’ve got left go a little faster.”
Nolan gasped as he pressed the tip of his finger firmly against him, almost enough pressure to slip inside, but not quite. He screwed his eyes closed and held his breath in the hopes that maybe Finn would have mercy on him, but the finger didn’t so much as twitch.
The feeling of being so close and yet so far was almost unbearable.
Finn was going to make him spell out what he wanted, and Nolan’s cheeks were burning at the thought, hot arousal swirling in his gut.
Obviously, this was the point of a second person. Nolan would never doubt that sex with someone else had its merits again.
“I want…” Nolan began, breathless, the possibilities whirling around in his head too fast to grab onto just one of them. He wanted everything. Everything Finn would give him.
“You,” he gritted out, forcing himself to take a deep breath, squirming as Finn’s fingers resumed the teasing circles around where he really wanted them.
“Dammit, okay,” he panted. “I want to be sore in the morning, I wanna feel you inside me, I want your heat and your warmth and I want to share those few perfect moments after, when the whole world melts away and there’s nothing to worry about with you.”
He opened his eyes when Finn neither laughed nor responded any other way to find the other man staring at him, his lips slightly parted and his eyes wide. Finn swallowed while he was watching, and then nodded.
“Yeah, okay,” he murmured, and finally, finally, Nolan’s breath caught in his throat as he slipped inside him, a low, rumbling groan sounding in his chest at the first hot stretch of Finn’s fingers—two, as promised, because Nolan did know what he was doing, and Finn believed him.
It was nice to have someone listen for once, aside from everything else that was nice about Finn.
Stars burst in front of Nolan’s eyes, his vision unfocused as he adjusted to Finn’s fingers—the heat of them, the different angle, the way his hands were just that much bigger than Nolan’s, callused and a little rough. Nolan let his eyes fall closed again and sighed happily, rocking his hips in time with the slow, careful thrusts Finn was treating him to.
Making up for torturing him, he decided.
“Oh yeah,” Nolan gasped, a satisfied hum vibrating in the back of his throat. “Damn you’re good. I thought you weren’t an expert.”
“I’m not,” Finn said. “But I’ve picked up a few things. And you just told me what you wanted. I’m a good listener.”
“Want me to keep telling you?” Nolan offered, thrilled with the results of speaking his thoughts out loud so far.
Finn shifted positions, the sheets rustling under him as he did so. “If you can keep control of your tongue for that long,” he said. “Any and all pointers welcome.”
Nolan chuckled. “Well, you can keep this up,” he murmured, relaxing into the easy rhythm of it as the familiar tightness of arousal built in his gut. It wasn’t even close to urgent yet, but Nolan got the feeling that’d all change the moment he had Finn’s cock inside him.
Any way Finn wanted to touch him was great, but the thought of going all the way—even though that was kind of silly as an idea—was what really excited him about this. Everything he’d said to Finn was true, but he also just wanted to be rid of the virgin label Gavin had been giving him crap over for the past decade.
Especially if he got to do it with Finn. It was hard to imagine a better first time than with someone who Nolan was sure cared about him. Who’d definitely call in the morning.
Well, he’d text. But the effect was the same.
A burst of pleasure exploded inside Nolan as Finn grazed his prostate, leaving him gasping for air and arching his hips for more pressure.
Finn smirked like he knew exactly what he was doing. “Like that, huh?”
Nolan wanted to respond, but the moment he opened his mouth, Finn did it again.
He whimpered instead, helpless under Finn’s touch.
Not knowing what to expect was incredible. All of Nolan’s nerve endings were thrumming in time with his pulse, waiting for the next brush of Finn’s hand. Tension like he’d never felt before coiled in his gut, winding tighter and tighter with every move Finn made.
“You’re a million miles away,” Finn said, bringing Nolan’s attention back to him in an instant.
“Honestly? I’m thinking about how good this is.”
Finn snorted. “Quit thinking about it and just enjoy it,” he said, running his free hand down the back of Nolan’s thigh in one long stroke and shoving it under his ass, squeezing firmly. Nolan gasped at the bright spike of pleasure, moaning lowly as Finn turned it into a counter-rhythm with his fingers.
If the plan had been to stop Nolan thinking so much, it’d worked. Everything but the urge for more left his head, his hips rocking of their own accord, pushing back greedily against both of Finn’s hands.
Having Finn’s cock inside him was going to be incredible.
“That’s the way,” Finn murmured, twisting his wrist just right and sending a shower of sparks skittering up Nolan’s spine, leaving the base of his skull tingling.
Finn laughed again, squeezing his ass and bending down to kiss his raised knee. “Getting impatient?”
Nolan nodded, deciding it was too hard to explain that he was way past impatient.
He was desperate, and he wanted to feel Finn inside him, filling him to his limits and then fucking him just like this, slow and patient at first, then harder, faster. Losing control as they moved together. Coming so hard they were in danger of passing out.
“You weren’t kidding when you said you knew what you were doing,” Finn continued, rocking his fingers in and out of Nolan’s body, fucking him slowly now instead of making any attempt to prepare him.
“I know what I like,” Nolan said, impressed with how even his voice was. Finn was still skimming against exactly the right spot with every thrust, and Nolan’s gut ached with need by now, the constant wave after wave of pleasure leaving him oversensitive.
He wanted Finn’s cock so badly he was almost willing to beg for it. Another few seconds, and he would beg.
Before Nolan quite finished that thought, Finn withdrew his fingers with a final twist.
Gasping as they slipped out of his body, Nolan forced himself to focus on Finn’s face, meeting his eyes to make sure he was about to get what he wanted.
“I hope you like this as much as you think you’re gonna,” Finn teased, one hand on each of Nolan’s thighs as he shifted into place, his warmth seeping into Nolan’s body already.
The first touch of the tip of Finn’s cock against Nolan’s hole made his head spin, knowledge that he was so damned close to getting what he wanted leaving Nolan needy and desperate. Maybe it was the warmth, or his own nerves, but Finn felt huge against him compared to any toy.
Nolan held his breath as he waited for Finn to push against him, his heart pounding in his ears as he watched Finn concentrating, looking down between them to make sure he was in place, one hand sliding the rest of the way down Nolan’s thigh to guide his cock.
Stars burst in front of Nolan’s eyes as Finn finally pushed forward, the heat and pressure washing over Nolan in a wave of sensation, overwhelming at first. Nolan heard himself groan as Finn slid inside him, slow and easy so Nolan could feel every inch of his cock as it filled him and stretched him.
The breath he’d been holding escaped in a rush as Finn bottomed out, their hips pressed up against each other, Finn as far inside Nolan’s body as he could be at this angle.
“Okay?” Finn asked, his voice strained, and when Nolan managed to focus on him again, his chest was heaving with every breath.
Nolan nodded, taking in the way Finn was flushed and panting, the way his eyes had gone dark, the slight part of his lips as he breathed in and out, trying to keep himself under control.
He liked this, too. He wasn’t just doing it for Nolan’s sake.
Some stupid, insecure part of him had worried that he was. But not now. Not now that Nolan could feel Finn’s arousal inside him, clench his muscles around it, and watch pleasure twist his pretty features as he did it.
Grinning to himself, he clenched harder this time, hard enough to make himself moan at how full he felt, how perfectly Finn fitted inside him.
“I like this,” Nolan said through harsh breaths. “Way more than I thought I was gonna.”
Finn chuckled, reaching out to curl his hand around Nolan’s shoulder. The hold was strong enough to keep him in place, pin him down so he couldn’t squirm and buck and push back like his body was telling him to, but it was a relief as well.
Finn would take care of him. Nolan knew that like he knew the sun would rise tomorrow.
“Feeling okay?” Finn asked, his voice strained, breaths still coming hard and fast as he shifted to adjust, the tiny movement making Nolan groan low in the back of his throat.
“Perfect,” Nolan gritted out, gasping for air now. A bead of precome dripped down his cock, tickling the hot, sensitive skin and making him whimper at the sensation.
He wasn’t going to last long like this. Not with Finn looking down at him like he was the most important thing in the world, barely stopping himself from pounding into Nolan like he so clearly wanted to, lust and need written all over his face.
Nolan shifted one leg, hooking it over Finn’s hip. One day, he would have liked to hook it over his shoulder, but he’d need some practice for that.
“Okay,” Finn gasped, tightening his grip on Nolan’s shoulder and giving one slow, experimental thrust. Nolan groaned at the feeling of Finn shifting inside him, impossibly hot and just the right size to put pressure on every sensitive spot he had at once.
This was going to ruin him for his toy collection.
Not that he minded if he got to swap them out for a hot veterinarian who made him feel wanted and valued and like he was desirable for the first time in his life.
Nolan moaned happily as Finn bent down to kiss him, as if he’d read his mind and wanted to reassure him that he was right, that Finn wanted him, specifically, that he wasn’t just a warm body after a long dry spell.
His cock shifted again, and as Nolan closed his eyes and curled his hand around the back of Finn’s neck to keep him in place, he could almost convince himself that he could feel Finn’s pulse inside him, sense his cock throbbing with the beat of his heart.
This was as intimate as it got, and Nolan’s heart soared at the thought as Finn kissed him again, hard and deep as he started to rock his hips, shallow thrusts at first, just enough for both of them to get used to each other’s bodies.
Just when Nolan thought it couldn’t get any better, Finn’s warm, broad hand wrapped around his cock, gripping him firmly and jerking him off in time with each thrust.
His hips rocked without his permission, pushing up into Finn’s hand just as hard as he pushed down onto his cock, wanting everything at once.
Nolan shoved his fingers deep into Finn’s hair, gripping it tight to keep him in place, parting his lips to give Finn access to his mouth. His stomach bottomed out at the first brush of Finn’s tongue against his own, the feeling of being as connected as two people could be overwhelming for a moment.
Damn.
If he’d known sex was this good, he might have tried a little harder to get laid sooner.
But no. No, Nolan was glad this was happening with Finn. With someone he genuinely liked, and trusted, and who seemed to want him. Really want him, judging by the harsh panting and soft, needy noises he was making now.
Eager for more, Nolan wrapped both of his legs around Finn’s waist, whining as his cock shifted, hitting just that much deeper inside him now. He bucked his hips against Finn’s, encouraging him to go harder, faster, and Finn obliged with every thrust, speeding up steadily until they were both out of breath all over again.
Every break in the kiss was punctuated by huge, gulping breaths, but Finn didn’t seem willing to give up kissing Nolan, and Nolan really didn’t want him to. He could live with his lungs burning for air, his thighs protesting the death grip he had on Finn’s waist, as long as Finn kept kissing him.
Just as he was thinking that, Finn’s hips jerked into him, a hard, sharp thrust that left him seeing stars and knocked the breath out of him.
“Fuck,” Nolan choked out, and Finn hesitated for a half-second. That was the last thing he wanted.
“More of that,” Nolan demanded. “More,” he added for emphasis, wanting to make sure Finn got the idea that it was good, that he wanted it, that if Finn wanted to fuck him into the mattress, he was fine with that.
Finn nodded, letting his head drop so he was breathing against the sensitive skin of Nolan’s throat, pressing soft kisses there as he thrust into him again, and again, hard enough to make the bed frame slam against the wall, the mattress springs squeaking in concert with Nolan’s happy, satisfied sighs as Finn fucked him like he meant it.
The white-hot pressure of his orgasm welled up in the pit of Nolan’s stomach, and he was so close to coming now that he could practically taste it in the back of his throat.
“More,” Nolan gasped, desperate to come. Desperate for Finn to make him come, and to feel Finn come inside him.
The next thrust made Nolan gasp, Finn’s hips slamming against his own hard enough to leave a bruise, his fingers tightening around Nolan’s shoulder to the point of pain, and damn did he want to look in the mirror in the morning and see the outlines of Finn’s fingertips there.
He wanted Finn to leave a visible mark to go with the invisible one, the subtle change that would make some part of Nolan his, forever, in a way neither of them could undo.
He’d always be Nolan’s first now.
Finn gasped into Nolan’s ear, grunts of effort escaping him with every thrust, a pained hiss as he reached his limit. Nolan could feel the tension in his body, tell he was ready to come, too, right on the edge and just waiting for a push over it.
“Come inside me,” Nolan murmured into his ear, feeling a rush of lust as he voiced what he wanted most in the world right now.
Finn’s breath hitched, his hips stilling for a moment, and even Nolan could feel the dam breaking inside him. A low moan rumbled in Finn’s chest, and their bodies were so close together that Nolan could feel it as well, a tiny vibration that shook all the way to his core as Finn started to come.
His hips rocked against Nolan’s again, riding out his orgasm with short, sharp strokes, tightening his grip on Nolan’s cock as he came inside him.
Nolan gasped at the sensation, blood rushing in his ears at how new and strange it was as his own orgasm hit, hard and fast, his cock spilling over Finn’s hand and both of their stomachs as he tightened his thighs around Finn’s waist, letting loose a low, needy moan as Finn fucked him through it.
Each new thrust pushed another wave of pleasure through him, drawing out Nolan’s orgasm in a way he’d never managed before, too distracted by coming to keep fucking himself the way Finn was.
He panted as the heavy pulses of pleasure turned into light, tingling aftershocks that made him squirm as they hit him. Finn slowed to a stop but stayed inside him, holding himself up on trembling arms and gasping for breath.
Damn.
The world spun around Nolan’s head as he started to come down, blood rushing in his ears. Everything between his navel and his knees ached with the effort of being fucked and coming so hard he’d seen stars, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way.
Nolan’s heart clenched at seeing Finn exhausted and vulnerable like this. He doubted just anyone got to see it.
Like Finn said, he actually hadn’t had a lot of experience, either. Nolan only knew about the one boyfriend, and he thought that was probably because there’d only been one. One serious one, anyway.
“I can take your weight,” Nolan murmured, running a hand along Finn’s bicep and feeling how tight it was. He was personally built like a collection of noodles, but he still knew what a tense muscle felt like.
And he cared for Finn. He cared so damned much for Finn that he was right on the verge of saying something that would almost certainly ruin everything.
Finn shook his head, groaning with effort as he pulled out gently and then rolled over, the mattress shaking as his weight hit it all at once.
Immediately missing the contact, Nolan followed him, rolling onto his side to curl up against Finn. Anything to keep the closeness he’d just felt.
He made a soft, satisfied sound once he was comfortable, with one leg thrown over Finn’s and his head resting on Finn’s shoulder, hugging his arm.
Finn sighed a huge, satisfied sigh once Nolan settled, and it went straight to his heart.
Finn was happy. Nolan was happy, too.
Maybe they could both keep being happy together?
Nolan smiled at the thought. He really liked the idea of being together-together with Finn.
“So, feel any different?” Finn asked, his voice rough.
“Whole lot more tired than I was when we started,” Nolan murmured, snuggling a little closer.
“I mean about—”
“I know what you mean,” Nolan interrupted, grinning. If Finn could tease him, he could tease Finn. “Yes and no.”
“Don’t wanna talk about it?” Finn asked, curling his arm around Nolan’s shoulders. To let him know it was okay if he didn’t, Nolan realized.
“Don’t know how to talk about it, I think,” Nolan said. “I’m glad I did this with you. I realize that we did stuff before this that was definitely sex and I’ve probably fallen into the heteronormative trap of thinking that only penetration counts, but… it’s different, to me at least. But there’s no profound change or anything.”
“Got any more five-dollar words you wanna throw at me while I’m still catching my breath?” Finn asked, laughter in his voice.
It helped that he’d never been all that serious about this. That he’d always viewed sex as a fun thing two people who liked each other could do, but absolutely not a big deal as long as everyone was into it.
Everything had been so goddamn easy with Finn. It was impossible not to imagine a future of things continuing to be nice, and easy, and for Nolan to be genuinely happy for the first time since he realized he was gay and his parents wouldn’t like that.
“I’m glad this was with you,” Nolan repeated, since that was the important part anyway. Any internal struggles about how he—and everyone else—defined sex and virginity could probably remain internal.
“If you wanna talk social philosophy, I’m game,” Finn said, surprising him. “But later, maybe? When I’ve got the brainpower to breathe and think at the same time.”
“I definitely don’t want you to stop breathing,” Nolan murmured. “I’m getting up for a shower in a minute and I need you to scrub my back.”
Finn chuckled. “Anyone’d think I was your boyfriend, with demands like that.”
Nolan’s heart stopped.
Boyfriend.
Yes, yes, yes.
There was nothing he could think of that he wanted more.
It was just a label, and he knew that, but coming from Finn… it meant the world.
“I mean… if you wanted to be, I’d um… I think… we could—”
“I want to be,” Finn interrupted, raising his head to look at Nolan. “If that’s something you want?”
Nolan nodded, feeling that was safer than trying to get a complete sentence out right now.
“Good,” Finn flopped back, another happy sigh escaping him. “Figured I’d wait until after you were, uh, satisfied with my performance to ask.”
Nolan chuckled. “You picked the right moment. Definitely a world-rocking experience.”
“Glad to hear it,” Finn said, stroking up and down Nolan’s arm. A simple, affectionate gesture that made his heart swell in his chest.
He’d always known Finn would take care of him. In this and, he was beginning to think, in everything else, too.
“In a minute I’ll get up and start the shower for you,” Nolan said. “Gotta take care of my boyfriend.”
“You like that, huh?” Finn asked.
“You have no idea,” Nolan laughed. “Plus, I need you to be in a really good mood for something I have to ask you later.”
“I’m in a great mood now,” Finn sat up, looking down at Nolan. “Ask away.”
Nolan shook his head, forcing himself to sit up as well. He leaned in and pecked Finn on the lips. “You’ll see why I’m leaving it when I ask. It’s nothing horrible, it’s just… this is a nice moment,” he said. “I wanna keep it that way.”
“I’m gonna choose not to freak out about this,” Finn said sagely. “I trust you.”
“Good,” Nolan heaved himself out of the bed, a half-rolling maneuver that could easily have ended in him faceplanting on the floor, but he somehow pulled off anyway. “Shower,” he said. “Be there in two minutes.”
“Two minutes.” Finn nodded, grinning over at Nolan. “I can wait that long.”
Nolan laughed all the way to the bathroom.