“Yes.”
“As in Whitney, Nebraska?” And there it was again, that goddamn flicker of hope in his heart.
“Yes.”
“What’s in Whitney?”
“Not much,” Finn chuckled, and the stupid hope grew with every rise and dip in his voice. “But they have an opening at the outpatient center in town. And they let me do the interview remotely. But you see, that’s not even the best part.”
“No?”
“No. Not even close.” Finn’s eyes swam over, two rebellious tears dropping from the brown pools, making their way like rivers down his cheeks. “Ask me about the best part, please Hank.”
“What’s the best part, Finn?”
“The best part is that it’s close to home.”
Unable to contain himself, Hank reached out and placed his palm against Finn’s scruffy chin. “Don’t cry, Finn,” he begged. “Home?”
“Yeah. Home,” Finn whispered, leaning his entire weight against Hank’s palm.“Aren’t you gonna ask me where home is, Hank?” Pulling him flush against him, Hank closed his eyes as he rested his forehead against Finn’s. He didn’t have to ask. He already knew where home was. And still, he found himself asking, just to indulge this man that he loved so much.
“Where’s home, Finn? Tell me.”
“Home’s wherever my best friend is,” Finn breathed against his lips. “It’s wherever you are, Hank.” He brushed his lips lightly back and forth along Hank’s as he burrowed further into Hank’s palm.
“I’m your best friend?” Hank spoke, breathing in the sweetness that was Finn.
“The one and only.”
“Is that so?” Hank chuckled, finally succumbing to that overwhelming urge to pull Finn’s body flush against him.
“Damn straight,” Finn moaned into his mouth, the words reverberating through Hank’s body, their need battling with restraint in a fight that could only ever have one outcome.
“Jesus, kid, now you sound like a regular Nebraskan.” Hank buried his face below Finn’s ear, nuzzling his nose against the soft skin and the fine, downy hairs rising to meet him.
“Well… Ahhh, fuck,” Finn moaned, his hips thrusting forward to meet Hank’s, his pale neck bared to Hank. “I better start sounding like one if I’m gonna shack up with one.”Hank nodded furiously against his neck as he parted his lips and sucked Finn’s earlobe into his mouth, humming around it.
“Hmmm. I guess so,” he murmured around Finn’s earlobe.
“Shit, Hank,” Finn cursed, arching his back to meet him, his hardness drilling into Hank’s thigh. Good thing the closest neighbors were further down the road, the Kennedy home hidden behind some dunes. Although, he couldn’t be sure that Finn’s family wasn’t spying on them right this second. Placing a hand against Finn’s belly, he pushed carefully, putting some much-needed space between them. A dissatisfied whine fell from Finn’s lips as he chased Hank’s body like a heat-seeking missile. Hank’s own breath came out in clipped pants, his dick complaining, reminding him it had been days—weeks—since he’d been buried inside Finn. Shaking himself, he tried to focus on something that wouldn’t add more fuel to the fire.
“I figure you’ll need a ride then? After New Year’s.” Hank tried to adjust himself discreetly, his voice close to spilling over into full-on panting.
“I’d love one,” Finn smirked, a sedated expression on his face, his voice heavy with need. “But are you done seeing the world?”
“Yeah,” Hank nodded, burying both of his hands in Finn’s long hair, pulling his head back, forcing him to look into his eyes. “It wasn’t so much the world I was lookin’ for. I was just… I was just gettin’ tired of sittin’ around missin’ ya.” Finn’s eyes were blown wide, the small scattering of freckles above his brow playing peekaboo behind a wayward strand of straw-blond hair.
“You missed me?” he whimpered needily, tears still clinging to his eyelashes.
“I did. Very much. But it ain’t just that, you see. I realized somethin’ the other day. Somethin’ else.”
“What?”
“That Ineedyou.”
“I could’ve told you that from the very beginning, babe,” Finn teased.
“Babe?” Hank failed to hold back a deep laugh that originated all the way from his belly.
