“There’s noseemingabout it,” Finn said, and he let out a deep groan at the feel of Joker’s fingers sliding deep, and he rocked back, trying to push them in even further. Joker obliged by turning his hand and curving his fingers a bit as he sought Finn’s sweet spot. Finn cried out when Joker found it, the electric jolts of pleasure sizzling along every nerve until his body was taut and quivering with need. “Please,” he groaned, rocking more in a vain attempt to relieve the aching tension building up. “Please….”
Joker removed his fingers, leaving Finn empty. Finn couldn’t see what Joker was doing, but he heard the condom packet being ripped open and a zipper being lowered. Maybe Joker had some special ability with condoms, or maybe he really was as desperate as he claimed, because it seemed like only a moment before Joker was entering him, his hard, thick cock stretching Finn and filling him with heat.
“Yes!” Finn threw his head back and clenched his fingers in the fabric of his shirt, his skin growing hot and dappled with sweat as his arousal built nearly to the breaking point. “Do it! Fuck me—hard as you want. I need it!”
“So do I!” Joker gasped and then pulled almost the whole way out before surging forward again, his movement hard enough to almost knock Finn flat onto the mattress. ThenJoker gripped one of Finn’s hips and began to fuck him, hard and deep, pounding Finn just as Finn had begged him to do.
The rough fucking felt so good—so right—that Finn willingly let go of rational thought and gave himself over to the pleasure, his pleas for more devolving into incoherent moans and cries. Joker was giving him exactly what he needed, and he wanted more. Then, Joker moved one hand, wrapped it around Finn’s cock, and began to stroke him. Joker bent partway over Finn’s body without losing his rhythm, and then Finn felt Joker’s teeth as Joker bit down near the base of his shoulder.
That bite was all Finn needed to send him over the edge, and he let out a wordless cry as he came hard, bucking against Joker’s hand. Finn’s pleasure was Joker’s undoing, because he surged deep one last time, his own cry echoing Finn’s. As the waves of pleasure ebbed, Finn collapsed on the bed, panting but blissfully sated.
“Mmm….” He wanted to say more and express how much he’d enjoyed such a fast and furious romp, but his brain was still jelly, and he didn’t feel up to forming complete words yet.
He heard footsteps receding, a brief pause, and then approaching again. Strong, gentle hands turned him over, and a warm, damp cloth glided over his skin, cleaning him up. Next, his boots were removed, his pants and underwear stripped away, and at last the shirt binding his arms was loosened. Finally he was nudged upward toward the pillows before a warm, naked body slid into the bed beside him, and he found himself pulled against Joker’s side.
“You still owe me that barbecue,” Joker murmured, his lips close to Finn’s ear. “I may be fast, but I’m not cheap.”
With a drowsy chuckle, Finn rolled onto his side, pillowed his head on Joker’s shoulder, and flung one arm across Joker’s waist. “After that, I’ll get you some barbecue, sides,anda sweet tea.”
“Well, it’s good to know I earned it,” Joker murmured. “Rest first. Then dinner. And I think we need to have a little talk.”
“About what?” Finn asked, nuzzling his cheek against the warm curve of Joker’s shoulder.
“Later.” Joker yawned, pulling Finn even closer against him. “You’ve worn this old man out for the moment.”
Nestling against Joker’s lanky body was different from cuddling up to Joe, who was broader if not taller, but Finn liked it. Something about Joker felt right. He’d never felt this comfortable and relaxed with anyone other than Joe before, especially not with someone he’d just met. He wasn’t sure why he felt this way, or what it meant, but for now, he was content to rest in Joker’s arms and enjoy the moment.
