22
Nolan woke with Finn in bed beside him, his heart swelling as he looked over his face in the morning light, relaxed and worry-free in sleep.
He could still hardly believe that Finn wanted to be here, and wanted to be with him.
Especially since he was staying over to save Nolan from having to go to Gavin’s birthday party by himself. That deserved a reward, Nolan thought.
Besides, it was way more fun to wake up hard when there was someone else around. That was definitely one of the more fun parts of having a boyfriend.
Nolan still couldn’t stop himself grinning every time he thought of Finn as his boyfriend.
“Finn,” he said softly, not wanting to actually wake him if he wasn’t almost awake anyway. Finn worked hard, and he needed to rest. Probably more than most people.
“Hmm?” Finn started, opening his eyes and blinking at Nolan for a moment before a smile spread over his face. “Morning, gorgeous.”
Warmth bloomed in the pit of Nolan’s stomach, the low-level arousal he’d woken up to kicking up a notch as Finn looked him over.
“Fuck me,” Nolan said, proud of himself for getting the words out without stuttering.
He could barely handle how much he wanted Finn at the best of times. When they were both naked in bed together, it was amazing to him that he didn’t turn into a gibbering mess every time Finn so much as looked at him.
“Nope,” Finn murmured in response, yawning widely.
“No?” Nolan’s stomach tightened with fear. Fear that he’d done something wrong, that Finn didn’t want him anymore, that for whatever reason this was all crashing down.
Before panic at the thought could overwhelm him, Finn surged forward and kissed him, hard and demanding. Relief flooded Nolan as he realized Finn had been joking.
It was just that everything between them still felt so new and fragile, and Nolan was waiting for the moment when Finn looked at him and saw a boring nerd who couldn’t even stand up for himself against his cousin.
And decided that he could do better.
Which he could, and Nolan couldn’t quite get that thought out of his head.
“You’re sore,” Finn murmured against Nolan’s lips.
He wasn’t wrong—they’d gone two rounds last night and Nolan could definitely feel it this morning—but discomfort never killed anyone.
“Maybe a little,” Nolan admitted.
Finn made a sympathetic noise, leaning in for another kiss. Nolan hummed into it, letting himself melt against Finn. He reached out to touch him, resting a hand on his side and then trailing it down, tickling Finn’s sensitive skin and savoring the soft hitch of his breath when he found a sensitive spot.
Feeling brave, he ran his palm down the center of Finn’s chest, skimming it over his stomach and then wrapping his fingers around Finn’s hard cock. Another jolt of arousal coursed through him as Finn made a low, rumbling sound in his chest, the closest thing to a purr a human could manage.
Nolan was getting better at this whole sex thing. It was only right that Finn got the benefit of that, since he’d been so kind and patient.
“Roll over,” Finn murmured, already short of breath.
Nolan laughed, not surprised that he was about to get his way. Finn had been good to him, but he liked sex as much as the next person. Or at least, as much as Nolan did.
He rolled over eagerly, stomach tightening in anticipation of what was about to come next.
Finn threw an arm over his chest, warm and solid, pulling him close enough to feel his erection pressing into the small of his back, hot and insistent. It was so good to know Finn wanted this as much as he did.
“Still got the lube?” Nolan asked, rocking his hips back against Finn to make it clear that he was ready for this, sore or not.
“Don’t need it,” Finn said.
Nolan’s eyes widened. He couldn’t possibly want to…?
“Told you, I’m not gonna risk hurting you,” Finn said, sliding the hand on Nolan’s chest down his belly, brushing past his cock without pausing. He finally stopped halfway down Nolan’s thighs, shoving his hand between them and gripping firmly, tight enough to be right on the edge of painful.
But not enough to hurt. Finn was clearly serious about that.
Nolan gasped as Finn’s cock slipped between his thighs, catching against the delicate skin there, just barely brushing against his hole. He pushed back automatically, a shock of pleasure hitting him everywhere Finn made contact, a low moan escaping his throat.
Finn chuckled, hooking his chin over Nolan’s shoulder. There was barely an inch of space between them anywhere, Finn’s cock nestled firmly between Nolan’s legs, the head just barely nudging the back of his balls and pressing against the sensitive spot behind them.
“Oh,” Nolan said, pulse pounding in his ears at how unexpectedly hot this was. Finn’s hand shifted on his thigh, his grip loosening so he could stroke up and down, almost high enough to touch Nolan’s balls, but not quite.
Teasing him again.
He loved it when Finn teased him. He loved the tension and the back-and-forth, the way Finn kept everything between them light and fun, only denying Nolan something long enough to make it even better when he did finally get it.
“Touch yourself,” Finn murmured in Nolan’s ear, hot breath ghosting over the back of his neck, making the short hairs there stand on end. “I wanna watch.”
Nolan nodded, eager to obey. He didn’t bother teasing himself at all, reaching down and wrapping his fingers around his cock, squeezing just the way he liked.
“That’s the way,” Finn said, rocking his hips in a slow, shallow circle, his cock shifting between Nolan’s thighs, skimming across the oversensitive skin of his hole. It was almost too much, and he was secretly glad now Finn had refused to fuck him.
Not that it stopped him pushing his hips back, trying to catch the head against his ass, hissing as he managed it.
He could wait. If nothing else, he’d had a ton of practice waiting.
“You don’t give up easy, huh?”
“You’ve seen my toy collection,” Nolan said. “I’m into having things shoved up my ass.”
Finn snorted, letting the hand on Nolan’s thigh slide up just high enough for his knuckles to brush against Nolan’s balls, sending a tingle of pleasure right to the base of his cock.
“Later,” Finn murmured, nuzzling behind Nolan’s ear. “When we get back tonight, I’ll shove whatever you want up your ass.”
Nolan laughed as well, the sound welling up from the pit of his stomach and curling around his heart as it escaped him. The kind of laughter he’d always imagined during sex. Sex with someone he cared about.
And dammit, he cared about Finn. How could he not, after everything they’d been through together?
After everything Finn had done for him, and how kind he’d been.
“I want you,” Nolan said, his heart clenching at how much he meant it. He wanted Finn. Wanted every part of him.
Finn hummed his approval, pressing a kiss to Nolan’s neck and running his hand back down his thigh. His hips started rocking again, building a rhythm this time, dragging his cock between Nolan’s thighs exactly the same way he’d fucked him last night, slow and intense, as though he could have gone for hours and hours if he wanted to.
The delicate skin of his cock rasped against Nolan’s most sensitive spots, just barely enough precome slicking the way to make it comfortable. The feeling was intense, strange and new and definitely not something Nolan had ever tried before, but something he could really have gotten into.
He rocked his hips harder, trying to speed up the pace, add to the friction between his legs, but Finn held him still with one strong hand, keeping him firmly in place.
“Still gotta wait,” Finn murmured as he tightened his grip on Nolan’s thigh, jerking his hips against him so that the head of his cock nudged Nolan’s balls, making him gasp and squirm as eagerly as he had when Finn was actually inside him.
Nolan let his eyes fall closed, focusing on the warm weight of Finn’s cock against his skin and the touch of his own hand, biting his lip as he twisted his wrist the way he had a thousand times to bring himself closer to the edge. This felt like the kind of thing they could do all day sometime, but Nolan had woken up needy and didn’t plan on drawing this out too long. Just long enough to be satisfying.
“That’s the way,” Finn encouraged, his breath coming in short pants against Nolan’s neck. “Get yourself off. I wanna feel you come.”
A shudder ran down Nolan’s spine, pure heat and lust pooling in the pit of his stomach, making his balls ache. Finn somehow always knew exactly what to say.
He bit his lip as he thumbed precome away from the head of his cock, his hips rolling back against Finn’s, breath hitching every time Finn’s cock brushed against his hole, or nudged his balls, or scraped against the sensitive spot behind them.
A low moan welled up in his chest, tearing out of his throat as he felt the sticky slickness of Finn’s precome spreading between his legs, easing the way further. Finn’s thrusts sped up, soft grunts of effort echoing in Nolan’s ears as Finn’s other arm snaked under him, his hand splaying over Nolan’s belly and holding him closer.
“Come on,” Finn whispered. “Feels good, right?”
Nolan nodded, too busy biting down on his lip to think of a verbal response, his cock throbbing in his hand as he felt the first rush of pressure that told him he was getting close.
Having Finn inside him was incredible, but there was an intimacy to this that he loved, too. This felt so damned good.
“Close,” Finn gasped into Nolan’s ear, his hips jerking, jolting Nolan’s whole body and sending a wave of pleasure rushing through him, pushing him right up against the edge as well.
Blood pounded in Nolan’s ears as he stroked his cock, squeezing tighter, more than ready to come and eager to feel Finn do the same.
“I need…” he choked out, unsure what he needed. Something, anything. Just a little nudge to push him over the edge.
Finn’s teeth closing over his earlobe made him cry out. The sudden shock of sensation bordered on pain, breath catching in his lungs as the first wave of his orgasm rolled down his spine, welling up at the base of his cock for half a heartbeat before he was coming.
Finn gripped him tight as he spilled over his own stomach, hips jerking as shocks of pleasure hit deep in his gut, wringing him out. The room seemed to spin around Nolan’s head, forcing him to close his eyes as he rode out the waves.
Finn gasped as he started to come, too, rocking his hips back and forth in long strokes as he came all over the back of Nolan’s balls and between his legs, the force of it making Nolan squirm all over again, his oversensitive skin tingling at the rush of heat.
He shivered as a drop rolled down the back of his thigh, along the crease where it met his ass. Damn.
Yeah, okay. He was sold on this.
The thought made him laugh even as he struggled to catch his breath, and Finn nuzzling his neck made his heart swell. He still hadn’t figured out what he’d done to deserve being treated like this, but he was glad Finn was here.
“I thought you didn’t bite?” Nolan said once he had enough brain power back for full sentences.
Finn chuckled against his neck, pressing a soft kiss to the overheated skin there. Nolan could feel his smile without having to see it.
He loved the way Finn smiled.
He loved a lot of things about Finn.
“Thought I might try it just this once,” he murmured. “See how you like it.”
“I like it,” Nolan admitted.
A soft hum sounded in the back of Finn’s throat, making Nolan’s skin vibrate under his lips. “I could tell from the whole coming your brains out thing,” he said.
“That was hot. The whole thing, I mean.”
“I got a trick or two up my sleeve,” Finn said, stroking his thumb over Nolan’s belly softly.
They both definitely needed a shower, but neither of them seemed inclined to move just yet.
Nolan wasn’t. Not if Finn was planning on cuddling him indefinitely.
“You’ll have to show me,” Nolan said.
“Later,” Finn responded. “Patience is a virtue.”
Nolan snorted. Who needed virtues when he had a hot boyfriend to have sex with?
“Yeah, yeah,” Nolan said. “I’ll wait, but only because you want me to.”
Finn laughed, squeezing him just a little tighter.
He didn’t plan on letting Finn know yet, but Nolan would have done just about anything for him.