“I’m pretty sure the word shit was not in that song,” Finn replied as his hold on my hand tightened. I smirked and looked at my pocket like I could see through the cotton material to see my keys within, a la Clark Kent, to find Finn staring at our hands.
“Hey.” I gave his hand a shake. His gaze flew to my face. “You okay?”
“Yes, of course. Just a little tired.” He plastered on a smile that didn’t quite reach those pretty eyes of his, but I let it go. Isuspected he was feeling his feels about a possible call-up to New York. I’d opted out of that worry for now. Just shoved it aside. Either the Vipers would call me back or they wouldn’t. There was nothing I could do either way. I wasn’t going to fight being called back to the pros. That was the end goal after all. Or it had been when I’d gotten here. Still was. Wasn’t it? Shit. I didn’t even know anymore. No need to borrow worry as Dr. Quackers liked to toss out over funky tea and goatee strokes.
“When we get to your place, I’ll rub your feet.” I kissed him on his furrowed brow and opened the car door for him. I was a gentleman after all. And if anyone said otherwise, I would punch them in the face. Mentally. Mental face punches were allowed. Possibly. Maybe not. I’d have to talk to Doc Quackers about that…
“That sounds perfect.” He rose up onto his toes to kiss me on the lips. Just a little peck, but it held a lot of hidden promise.
We rode along in comfortable companionship. Finn made conversation about the weather, the meal, and our siblings, anything but the big old elephant in the back seat.
That was fine with me. Once we were inside his place, he barely had his shoes off before he launched himself at me. With one arm in my coat, and the other out, I hurried to throw my arms around him as he locked his legs around my waist. His mouth slammed over mine. I took a step back to find the wall as his fingers carded into my hair, his tongue sliding into my mouth. He was rock hard against my belly. Wobbling slightly, I cupped his pert ass as I met his kiss with equal hunger.
“Take me to bed,” he panted when we broke for air.
“Sure, yeah,” I mumbled, hoisting him higher and carrying him to his bedroom. He sucked on my throat the entire way to his bed, nipping lightly, then suckling hard. Marking me, I was sure. It was more than a little hot. We fell into his bed. He pushed me onto my back, rolling over to straddle me as hepawed at the buttons on my shirt. One flew across the room. I lay back; my hands linked behind my head and let him have his way. He had me stripped down in no time, his lips moving over me, leaving hot, moist trails as he tried to taste every damn inch of me before he gave the head of my cock a hot kiss.
“Finn, honey, that is amazing,” I groaned out. He took just the fat head between his lips. Next, he rolled my balls around in his warm palm. I fisted the sheets as he blew me. Just when the sensations were getting to be too much, he pulled off, lips pink and wet, pupils blown, and sat back on his heels still fully dressed.
“Can I ride you?”
As if any sane man would refuse that request. “Yeah, but are you sure you don’t want to?—”
“I want you inside me now.” He yanked his clothes off as if we were racing a clock. Maybe inside his head we were. “I’m negative and on PrEP.” My eyes moved down to his lovely cock as he spoke while fumbling about on the nightstand. I longed to take it into my mouth, but it seemed the world’s best teacher had other plans for it. Maybe later. This was fully Finn’s moment to direct. He produced a tube of lube and flicked the lid with one brow raised. Oh right. I had to make words now. Talking was hard with this wiry, wonderful man sitting on my thighs stark naked. He was perfection. Slim but tone, with subtle wisps of hair on his chest and thighs.
“Same, shit… ” I grunted when he poured a generous amount of lube on my cock. “Shit… Finn baby… shit.” His hand circled my cock, working the lube to coat my length before he reached around to press some slick into his hole. “Next round, you sit on my face, okay?” I needed to taste his tight-furled opening. Only it wouldn’t be tight when he was done bouncing up and down on my dick. It would be loose and wet with my cum, which was not at all a turnoff of any kind.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he panted as he fingered himself. My cock was oozing precum, my breath hitching up as I watched him ready himself for me. With a small shudder, he removed his fingers, splayed his palms on my pecs, and gazed down at me with hot, black eyes. No hazel remained now. “Hold your dick in place.”
I shoved my hand down to fist my cock. He moved up on his knees an inch or so, then sat down on my prick. One slow, tight, warm inch at a time, he lowered himself downward. His fingers bit into my chest, nails digging into the flesh. I couldn’t have cared less. He was free to peel me out of my skin as long as he kept his tight ass around my dick.
“Oh my God… ” His words were ground out as his body stretched around me.
“Fucking hell… so tight,” I coughed out. I wanted desperately to thrust up, but I was not the man in charge. Finn was. When he was ready, he would move. That took a moment, and then his hips began to roll. His head fell back. His mouth opened. And he clenched. “Fuck!” I’d not be able to bite back my orgasm if he kept doing that.
“You like it when my ass hugs your cock?”
“Jesus, baby, who knew teachers talked so dirty?” I gave my ass muscles a little flex. My cock moved up just a wee bit. His eyes flared.
“We have… lots of words… do that again. Harder. I want to feel you for days,” he growled down at me, nostrils flared and brow dotted with sweat.
“You sure?”
He lowered his lips to mine and ravaged my mouth. The kiss was all teeth and tongue, primal, wet and sloppy and fucking divine. I dug my heels into the mattress, then pushed up into an ugly bridge pose. Finn lost his shit. He arched like a cat, yowled like one too, and began to bounce up and down with vigor. All Icould do was hold on to his hips, so he didn’t fling himself off my dick to the floor, and enjoy myself. Which I did and then some. He fucked me hard, his tiny ass smacking down on my thighs over and over until my balls drew up.
“Here it comes,” I ground out, pushing up higher, driving my cock into him. His eyes rolled back when I grabbed his bouncing dick to stroke it. Cum flew out of him, strings of hot white pearls that dotted my chest and chin. My dick pulsed with my release, filling him as his body milked mine. He rose and fell for another solid minute, his prick oozing cum with each slap of skin to skin.
“Good… that’s sooo good,” he gasped. I released his dick, and he fell on top of me, his nose buried in my throat, my cock nestled sweetly in his ass. I massaged his glutes, pressing them together then spreading them wide, imagining my spunk oozing out of his ass. A shiver ran over him, so I released his cheeks and turned my head to kiss his damp hair.
“Okay, baby?” I asked as I gently tried to ease him off me to the side. We both moaned when my soft dick slipped out of him, my cock leaving a wet streak on his taint. He was an overcooked noodle at that point, so he simply lay where he landed on the bedding, face in a pillow, arms at his sides.
“So okay.” He sighed into the pillow. I smiled proudly. Sure, he had done all the work, but my dick had reduced him to linguine.
“Excellent. Rest. I’m going to get us a cloth,” I whispered and kissed his shoulder.
A sigh was his reply. I rolled out of the tangled bedding to make my way into the tiny bathroom. I washed up and re-wet and wrung out a dark green washcloth before pattering back to my lover. He hadn’t moved an inch. His shoulders rose and fell with a slow, steady motion that made me think he was asleep. When I knelt on the bed, he stirred.
“Going to clean you up,” I whispered, and he spread his legs a little wider. I gently rubbed the cloth over his tender hole as he mumbled something into the pillow. “You want some water or something to eat?”
