Apparently Finn had answered Joker’s question satisfactorily because Joker deepened the kiss, exploring Finn’s mouth hungrily. He seemed totally absorbed in finding out how Finn liked to be kissed, so much so that he didn’t stop when the elevator chimed its arrival at the parking level.
“Well, damn,” a voice interrupted them. “Don’t y’all know this don’t count as a room?”
Finn drew back and shot an annoyed glare at Daryl “D-Day” Greer. “Haven’t you ever heard of priming the pump?”
“From the look of Joker, here, if you do any more priming, you’ll have a blowout before you get home.” D-Day’s smile was positively evil. “Pace yourself, dude.”
Joker snorted. “I knew about sex before you were born, pipsqueak,” he said, but he pulled back. “We were just on our way to that room you mentioned.” He glanced down at Finn. “Are you ready?”
“You bet I am.” Finn gave Joker’s ass one last grope before he exited the elevator and headed to his SUV.
All thoughts about chatting to pass the time during the drive fled once Joker started living up to his handle by teasing Finn mercilessly. Joker fondled Finn’s knee and stroked and squeezed his thigh while stopping just short of touching Finn’s cock. Finn squirmed in his seat and tried to hold back moans—and to avoid getting in a wreck. Somehow they made it to his apartment in one piece, and he practically dragged Joker up to the tenth floor.
Once they were inside with the door closed and locked behind them, Finn curled his fingers in the fabric of Joker’s shirt and tugged him close. His place was a wreck as usual with empty pizza boxes on the coffee table and several days’ worth of dishes stacked in the sink. He’d thought about hiring someone to come in and clean once a week, and Joe had dropped “subtle” hints about it often enough, but he’d never gotten around to setting anything up.
“I’ve got condoms and lube in the bedroom,” he said. “I’ve got a few toys, too, if you’re into that kind of thing. Conveniently enough, I’m such a slob that the bed is already unmade.”
Joker chuckled, his eyes gleaming with desire. “Toys might be for round two. I’m wound up enough that round one might be over awfully quick. Maybe even too quick for the bedroom, if you don’t hurry that perky little ass up and show me where it is.”
“Right this way.” Finn clasped Joker’s hand and led him down the hall.
The bedroom door was standing open, revealing Finn’s untidy bed and the clothes littering the floor. Finn went straight to the nightstand and yanked open the drawer, and he rummaged around until he found the open box of condoms and bottle of lube he kept stashed there. He held up both and waggled them enticingly.
“At Hercules Security, we’re like the Boy Scouts,” he said with a playful leer. “We believe in always being prepared.”
“It makes a fellow proud to be a soldier,” Joker said with a chuckle. He stalked toward Finn, his gait predatory, his hunger clear to see. “I already know you taste as good as you look, but I see a package that needs unwrapping.”
Finn put the condoms and lube aside and struck a pose with his hands on his hips. “Well, I guess you’d better get to it,” he said, watching Joker with a challenging stare.
“Mouthy, aren’t you?” Joker asked. He stepped into Finn’s space, his hands going to the hem of Finn’s black T-shirt. “I’m used to mercs pushing back. I know just how to handle ones like you.”
A smile tugged at the corners of Finn’s mouth even though he was trying to look tough and defiant. “How’s that?” he asked with a proud lift of his chin.
“Oh, that’s easy.”
Joker tugged at Finn’s shirt, pulling it half up, then, in a lightning fast move, he spun Finn around. Wrapping Finn’s arms in the shirt, he pushed at Finn’s shoulders, forcing him to bend at the waist. Snugging his hips up against Finn’s ass, Joker teased him with slow rolls of his hips. “Like that.”
Finn moaned and pushed his ass back, loving the feel of Joker grinding against him. He was familiar with this trick—he’d used it himself a time or two—and he didn’t bother fighting against his restraints. He liked them too much for that.
“Oh, you enjoy that, don’t you? Why am I not surprised you like it rough?” Joker tugged at the T-shirt, tightening it as Finn felt him tie a knot in the fabric. Joker reached around Finn’s waist, quickly unfastening and unzipping his camouflage pants. It took only a moment for Joker to pull down Finn’s pants and his boxer briefs, letting the fabric pool around Finn’s boots, leaving him bare-assed. Then a hard swat landed against one firm cheek. “How about that, Finn? Do you like that, too?”
Finn let out a startled yelp, and a hot flush washed over his body in the wake of the pleasurable sting. “Yes! I like it! I want more!”
Joker laughed, landing a blow on the other cheek before scraping his nails over Finn’s sensitized skin. “Such a pretty ass. Even prettier with my hand print on it. Your skin pinks up so beautifully.”
Finn’s answering moan was low and throaty, and he pushed his ass up as much as he could. “Oh yeah,” he said, peeking over his shoulder at Joker and giving him a mischievous smile. “My skin will show your marks so well.”
“Mmm.” Finn felt Joker’s warm hand as Joker ran it up his spine. “I see a few other marks, too. You’re a busy boy, Mr. Finnegan. But I’m here now, so you’ll only think of me, right?”
Memories of Joe rose up in Finn’s mind—specifically memories of how he’d gotten those fading marks in the first place. During their last night together, he’d asked Joe to bite and scratch him hard enough that the evidence would last a few days. He’d wanted to see and feel Joe’s marks on his body as a reminder for as long as possible. But Joe wasn’t here. Joker was. Finn was happy to lose himself in the moment.
“Right,” he said, his voice low and throaty with need. “Right now, I’m thinking only about you.”
“Good.” Joker scraped his nails down Finn’s back. “Now, let’s see, where were we? Oh yes. Your pretty ass.” Joker swatted Finn again, once on each side and then soothed the sting with gentle strokes. Then, Finn felt him lean to one side and heard the snap of the bottle of lube being opened. “I warned you this might be quick. I’d better get you ready before I get so wound up I end up humping you like a horny sixteen-year-old.”
“I don’t need a whole lot of prep,” Finn said, thinking about all the nights he’d fucked himself with a dildo, pretending it was Joe. Besides, his entire body ached with the need to be taken and filled, and he wanted Joker in himnow. “Just hurry up and fuck me senseless.”
Joker groaned, thrusting his hips hard against Finn’s ass. “You’re going to drive me out of my mind,” he panted. After a moment, he took a half step back, and then Finn felt hot, slick fingers pressing against his entrance. After a teasing circle, Joker slid them inside. “You seem as eager as I am.”
