“This room, by the way, is insane,” Finn said, finally shuttered away together, alone, not even with pets to interrupt them. “How much money do you have from your dance career anyway?”
“Only interested in me for my money, Mr. Archer?”
“Obviously.”
Laughing heartily, Teddy kicked off his shoes and removed his suit coat to toss on a chair.
Finn tossed his coat there too.
“Let’s say I know how to temper myself and save and only indulge when it’s worthwhile. I thought I’d need the pick-me-up of overindulgence tonight.” Slowly, Teddy met Finn in the center of the living room of the large suite, Finn’s shoes kicked away now too, and their hands immediately going for each other’s waists. “Then a much better pick-me-up walked into that lobby.”
“I’m glad,” Finn said, the flush in his cheeks equal parts alcohol, exertion from walking, and expectation. “Really glad.”
They surged together, Finn’s lips never failing to make Teddy’s heart flutter—a catch of breath, a thrill of youthful want. Finn might be younger, but being with him didn’t make Teddy feel old. He didn’t feel useless or washed up. He didn’t feel alone.
Pawing at Teddy’s shirt, Finn started to tug it free from his pants, opening his mouth wider for a deeper connection, while long fingers slipped up beneath the fabric and sprawled acrossTeddy’s stomach. The pudge was still there, but if Finn liked it, Teddy wasn’t about to dwell.
He moved his hands in tandem, sliding up the front of Finn’s shirt to get at the buttons. Their kiss was turning more heated quickly, wet and ravenous. Finn even chased after Teddy’s lower lip with a mild bite when he tried to pull away.
“Tell me.” Teddy gasped to catch his breath. “What did you mean the other night when you said you have ideas to get around my hip?”
Releasing another mischievous chuckle, Finn grinned.
eight
“Doyoutrustme?”Finn asked, sliding his hands up Teddy’s shirt again, this time around to the skin at his lower back.
Teddy pressed into the promising touch. He’d had his medication. He’d had a few drinks. Maybe the combination was what kept him in that warm, fuzzy place that felt like anything was possible. But he still knew he couldn’t straddle Finn’s hips and rock with abandon without pain.
Who better to guide him through this unscathed?
“With my whole body, Doc,” Teddy said, “and that’s saying a lot.”
The smile that spread across Finn’s face was sweet and roguish at once. He leaned forward to kiss Teddy, then whispered, “I’m not always used to taking full control, but I’ll need to if this is going to work. Is that okay? No, um… reservations?” He let one hand trail down over the crease of Teddy’s pants, low between his cheeks.
Teddy got the message and had no problem with Finn leading. “I remain in your capable hands.”
“Good.” Finn bit his lip, and Teddy wet his in expectation. “Guess the one taking direction tonight is you.” The hand that had slid down Teddy’s ass came up again, snuck beneath his waistband, and squeezed a naked handful.
Then he retreated and pushed at Teddy’s chest.
“First order, I’m going to need you to strip, but better lead me to the bedroom, or I might get lost in this place.”
“Yes, sir,” Teddy said, slowly backing up before turning and starting to unbutton his shirt away from Finn’s view.
Finn had always been bold, but this Teddy could get used to, even if he still planned to tease him a little.
Once he reached the bedroom, he peeked over his shoulder to see Finn right behind him, stopping to lean against the doorframe. This wasn’t new territory for them, but they hadn’t seen each other completely naked yet.
Again, Teddy thought of his love handles starting to thicken and hesitated as he was about to drop his shirt.
“Are you worried about the scar?” Finn asked with a patient smile.
On his hip, he meant, but no, Teddy hadn’t thought of that, and Finn had already seen it multiple times. “More so my age showing. And if you say anything about ‘fine wine,’ we’re through.”
Finn laughed as Teddy let the shirt fall to the floor. “Plenty of other things age well. Whiskey. Cheese. Harrison Ford.”
Now Teddy laughed, fumbling with the zipper on his pants.
