8
Nolan woke panting and sweating, his heart pounding in his chest at the half-remembered dream he’d just been in the middle of.
Finn.
His cheeks burned at the thought of what his brain had come up with.
Finn chasing him into his apartment, pinning him to the wall, kissing him hot and eager. Sliding his hands up under Nolan’s shirt. Laughing into his mouth, barely giving him a second to breathe. Broad hands splayed across his over-sensitive skin, possessive and gentle at the same time.
The rush of pleasure at being so obviously wanted, Finn’s heat seeping into his body, his breath tickling Nolan’s ear as he whispered promises into it.
Callused fingers working at his belt, his zipper, shoving his jeans out of the way and finally cupping him through his underwear. A surge of lust, his cock jumping into Finn’s hand, desperate to be touched.
All of it was so easy to picture in his mind, conjure up from the depths of his unconscious. It’d felt so real.
Nolan gasped as his own hand drifted down, skimming his rock-hard cock through the thin fabric of his boxer-briefs. He couldn’t do this. Finn was his friend.
But he was also really hot, and Nolan could barely remember being happier than when Finn had been holding him last night. The easy affection had flicked a switch in him, Finn’s gentle kindness leaving him squirming with barely-contained arousal that he’d been trying to pretend wasn’t there at all.
And the way Finn had kissed him…
He’d never been kissed like that before. Embarrassing as it was to admit, Nolan had only been on a handful of dates before giving up on the entire concept, and he’d never really gotten as far as the confident, eager kiss he’d shared with Finn.
His lips still tingled when he thought about it, the subtle scent of Finn’s aftershave filling his mind all over again, the rasp of his stubble against Nolan’s. The whole experience of being kissed, really kissed, by another man.
One he’d never really had before. One he couldn’t get out of his mind.
Finn would never have to know. Nolan wouldn’t have been the first person to jerk himself off while thinking of someone he probably shouldn’t have been.
A sharp pang of pleasure as his fingers brushed over his cock again made the decision for him. Nolan paused for a moment, thinking of the shoebox under his bed, debating leaning over and grabbing a vibrator, but that would have been… too much. Too much like he’d planned this, like it wasn’t just something that was happening.
He just needed to get off because he’d woken up from a sex dream in the middle of the night and there was no way he was getting to sleep again without coming first. Stopping to turn it into an event would have made it a big deal.
This wasn’t a big deal. He just happened to have had a sex dream about his new friend. Who was gorgeous, and gave him butterflies every time he smiled at him, and had felt amazing to lean against.
Nolan’s mind brought him right back to sitting between Finn’s lazily-spread legs, the way he’d felt small but protected with Finn’s arm wrapped around his waist. Finn wasn’t a huge guy, exactly, but Nolan definitely wasn’t a huge guy. Skinny and on the short side.
But he perfect fit against Finn. Exactly the right height to rest his head back against Finn’s shoulder, not too heavy for him to take his weight.
He hummed happily as he remembered how solid Finn had been under him, how warm and comforting. The way his hand had laid gently on his stomach, just a little possessive, was enough to leave Nolan’s head spinning.
It wasn’t hard to imagine leaning against him like that on the couch in the living room, watching one of the nature documentaries Finn apparently loved so much, his hand stroking over the top of Nolan’s t-shirt at first, then inching it up, teasing bare, sensitive skin as he nuzzled behind Nolan’s ear.
Maybe a couple of soft kisses, gentle, soothing humming letting Nolan know that everything was going to be all right. That Finn was there to take care of him. To guide him through his long-delayed first time with all the patience and kindness he showed in everything.
Nolan gasped as he followed the imagined path of Finn’s hand with his own, playing with the waistband of his underwear. He’d had plenty of time to learn how to tease himself, and he knew what felt good. He knew what he liked.
He could tell Finn. Finn would listen as he explained that he liked to palm himself through his clothes first, build up the tension until he couldn’t stand it anymore, until he needed skin-on-skin contact and the extra friction that came with it. Finn would listen, and pay attention, and then touch Nolan exactly how he wanted to be touched.
The thought of it was enough to make Nolan’s hips rock into his hand, his palm pressed flat against his erection, stroking up and down. Heat filled up the pit of his stomach, tension building there, making him whimper into the silence of his bedroom.
Fuck. Fuck.
Sooner than normal, Nolan shoved his hand into his underwear, pushing it roughly out of the way and wrapping his fingers around his cock, imagining them replaced with Finn’s bigger, stronger hand. He groaned as a spurt of precome escaped him, catching it to slick the way just a little, picturing himself squirming back against Finn’s body as he held Nolan in place and did this for him.
He could practically feel the heat of Finn’s thighs framing his hips, the pressure of his hard-on against the small of his back.
Blood rushed in Nolan’s ears as he fisted his cock roughly, too far gone now to take his time like he was sure Finn would have. Finn, with his infinite patience and constant insistence that sex was meant to be special, that there was no need to rush. He’d stroke and coax and shush, leaving Nolan squirming and panting and desperate to come.
Nolan’s breath hitched as he let himself sink deeper into the fantasy, imagining the brush of Finn’s breath against his neck, the sound of his heartbeat racing in his chest. He groaned, low and needy, as he twisted his hand just the right way and imagined Finn doing the same.
Dammit, Finn could have been so good. Everything about him was perfect.
Gut tight with need, Nolan sped up his strokes, eager to come now. He skipped ahead in his fantasy, right up to the part where Finn would gently whisper come for me right in his ear, and then…
Ah.
Oh.
Yes.
Nolan gasped as his orgasm hit, hips arching off the bed. A rolling wave of pleasure shuddered through him and he stroked himself through it, breath hitching as the aftershocks hit. For a few moments, the whole world stilled, Nolan’s ears filled with white noise and the sound of his own harsh breathing, coming back down over the most satisfying orgasm he’d had in a long time.
All because of Finn.
He smiled at the thought of him, unable to top the rush of warmth as his muscles relaxed and he lay there, spent and exhausted, to enjoy the few moments of perfect peace he always liked after.
In his head, all he could imagine was turning around and kissing Finn, sealing their lips together and pressing up against him while he came down, wanted and supported and hell, while he was fantasizing, maybe even loved.
Nolan rolled out of bed with a groan, thoughts of Finn snuggling up next to him dancing in his head as he cleaned himself up on autopilot. Getting off hadn’t helped how much he was thinking about it at all.
Which was fine. He had almost a whole week to stop thinking about it, and it wasn’t as though Finn could read his mind, anyway.
Everything would be fine.