Teddy wanted to tighten his muscles so badly, but that’s what would hurt. He had to relax like Finn had said and let him do the work.
And oh, what careful, wonderful work, one hand always at Teddy’s base or massaging his balls, the other petting his stomach or sliding around to more thoroughly massage his glutes again and down his thighs, healing him and pleasuring him in the same actions.
Over the weeks, Teddy had managed a few messy, furtive releases in the shower, but this was the first time in a long time he’d had a partner, especially someone with such a talented tongue.
Finn sucked and hollowed his cheeks, the scruff of his facial hair tickling Teddy’s skin, as he picked up the pace in time with Teddy’s breaths growing shorter. As a warning that he was getting close, Teddy dragged his fingers through Finn’s hair and tugged, prompting Finn to grin at him and switch to using his hand, pumping fast and slick andtight—
Teddy finished with a gasp and all-over shudder.
He had so needed that.
“Think you’ll be more relaxed for Friday now?” Finn said wickedly, using a napkin from dinner to clean his hand and Teddy’s stomach.
Teddy chuckled, a puddle on the cushions, content as a—he chuckled again—cat.
“Oh yes, but we’re not done. I need to return the favor.”
“There aren’t too many positions that’ll be nice for your hip,” Finn said, leaving the soiled napkin on the coffee table.
“I can think of one. I just need to sit.” Teddy did so, shimmying back into his shorts, but when Finn tried to settle onto the cushion beside him, he shook his head and nodded for Finn to stand. “And you need to work on your balance.”
Teddy wouldn’t have to move his hip at all in this position, with Finn standing in front of him, and all Finn had to do was hold on, which he did with parted, reddened lips and a hand lightly resting at the back of Teddy’s neck.
He moaned just as prettily as Teddy had imagined he would, legs quaking and cheeks growing flushed until he finished with a scratch of his nails up Teddy’s scalp.
Afterward, they started the movie over, since they had definitely not been paying attention.
seven
“Teddy!”Dan’scheerfulvoicewas the first thing Teddy heard as be came down the escalators into baggage claim.
The airport was busy most weekends but seemed especially flooded today. Not that it deterred Dan, all six feet two inches of him, incorrigible child in an Adonis’s body that he was.
He tackled Teddy with a hug, whereas Rick went with a briefer one-armed half hug that Teddy thought more appropriate when in public surrounded by strangers. Rick was large, too, nearly as tall as Dan but even more broad, the both of them like hired muscle or construction workers instead of a nerdy engineer and a writer.
“Why’d you even check a bag?” Rick grumbled as they waited at the carousel for Teddy’s suitcase. “You’re only staying the weekend.”
“I didn’t want to wrinkle my tux. Besides, I have cupcakes I couldn’t bring through security.“ Teddy grinned.
“Cupcakes?” Dan pouted. “You didn’t finish them?”
“Not yours. My new baker friend wanted me to give you some of his so you can tell him what he’s doing wrong. They’re gluten free, and they need work.”
Dan beamed all the way to the hotel, knowing a professional baker wanted tips from him. He’d always said that while baking would only ever be a hobby for him, it was very influential in his engineering and vice versa, because both endeavors required careful planning, precision, and experimentation.
Sitting stationary on the plane had admittedly left Teddy’s hip a bit sore, but it had been a short flight, and once he was out of the car and walking up to his hotel room, he already felt better.
Rick and Dan had offered to let him stay with them—Erina and their mother had offered the same—but Teddy wanted his own space. It was a nice room, too, complete with wet bar that Rick was taking advantage of while Teddy settled in.
“How’s the new play coming along?” he asked.
“Eh.” Rick shrugged as he mixed himself a drink. “Not feeling it yet. Can’t figure out what’s not clicking. Thought I’d wait to visit you at that beach house until after I finish, but I might need earlier inspiration. Or I just suck at romance.” He tossed in an ice cube a touch too harshly.
“Impossible.” Dan moved to his side to kiss him.
For once, Teddy didn’t mind their constant displays of affection and sat sprawled comfortably on the sofa. “Writer’s block?”
“He’s been out of sorts ever since this one bad review came in forHeatwaves,” Dan said as he sat in the other corner.
