Joe didn’t hesitate to do as Finn requested, biting down and worrying at his skin. At the same time he pressed two fingers slowly into Finn’s body, his eagerness to bury himself inside Finn making him begin to tremble. Finn rocked back as if trying to send Joe’s fingers deeper.
“I’m good,” he said, breathless. “Fuck me, Joe. I need younow.”
There was no way that Joe could resist Finn’s plea. He removed his fingers and then held them under the water for a moment to rinse them before reaching for the condom. “I need you, too,” he growled as he ripped open the packet. He rolled the condom on before picking up the lube again, wanting to make sure he didn’t hurt Finn. After coating himself, he dropped the bottle, not caring where it ended up, and grasped Finn’s hips. “Ready?”
“Yes!” Finn pushed back eagerly, offering himself up.
That was all the encouragement Joe needed. With a heartfelt groan he moved forward, claiming Finn’s body with one smooth, slow thrust. He buried himself deeply, enjoying the sensation of Finn’s body, hot and tight around him. “God, Finn. You feel so good, so perfect!”
Finn gave a soft cry as he threw his head back, his body pliant and welcoming. “Feels good to me, too,” he moaned.
Joe flexed his fingers on Finn’s hips. “Good. Because I don’t think I can hold out for long.” He pulled back slightly and then thrust in again, deep and hard. “Want you too much.”
“Don’t hold back.” Finn looked over his shoulder, and his green eyes blazed. “Fuck me as hard as you want. As hard as you need.”
With a soft moan, Joe did as Finn said, letting his need overwhelm him. He pulled back again, then rocked forward, and again, faster, harder, claiming Finn’s body with rough, pounding thrusts. Only Finn could make him feel like this, drive him to the point of desperation, but Joe loved it. He loved Finn—even if he couldn’t say the words out loud.
His need spiraled higher and higher, sweat slicking his skin as much as the steam of the shower. Finn made him feel primal, and he gave himself over to the moment, until with one final thrust, he came. Ecstasy coursed over him in a bright, hot wave. Finn’s fair skin was flushed, and his breathing was labored as he rocked with Joe, as if Joe’s pleasure was spilling over into him.
“Yes… yes… so good, Joe….”
“Yes.” Joe slowly melted against Finn’s back, breathing hard, and nuzzled Finn’s neck. He sighed gustily. “Give me a minute, then we can wash off and I’ll take you to bed and get you all messy again.”
Finn braced against the wall to support Joe securely, and Joe could feel as well as hear his satisfied hum. “Take your time,” he said. “I’m in no hurry.”
Joe wasn’t, either, and he pressed a kiss to Finn’s neck, closing his eyes and reveling in Finn’s beloved scent. He wasn’t looking forward to this mission, to being away from Finn for who knew how long. He was in for a long dry spell, but it wasn’t the sex he was going to miss most. It was Finn’s presence, his unquestioning loyalty, his support and acceptance. Even if Joe couldn’t speak of the love he felt, it was there, and every minute he was away from Finn was going to be torture. He wished he didn’t have to go, but this was a job that he needed to do, and this time Finn couldn’t accompany him.
Joe could only hope that the mission would be over quickly, so that he could come back home to the arms of the one person in the world with whom he felt complete.
