“Keep going,” Finn said in a husky tone, pushing from the doorframe. He had an added confidence in his strut that made Teddy shudder—and quickly finish removing his pants. “You’re older than me, that’s fact. The problem is you thinking thatmakes you less desirable, less interesting, less… everything I want or would ask for.”
As Finn reached him, Teddy pulled the elastic of his underwear over his erection and let them drop down his legs.
Finn bit his lip again, eyes drifting downward. “And I know this might not change how you see yourself, but trust me, you are seriously hot.”
For the first time in a long time, Teddy believed that. “It helps.”
Giggling again, Finn stared warmly back at Teddy until their eyes fell to each other’s lips.
The kiss in the other room had felt hurried in its eruption, but as Finn reached for Teddy’s jaw to capture another one, he moved slower, his thumb stroking at Teddy’s skin with each coil of his tongue. He shifted closer, his other hand pressing to Teddy’s chest and drifting down with light fingertips tickling him.
They grazed the pudge of Teddy’s middle, the groove of his hip—near his scar—and down into coarse hair where they found him weeping and wrapped tight.
Teddy gasped out of their lip-lock, and Finn playfully flicked his tongue at Teddy’s lips as he started to stroke him. Shaking from the attention, despite his earlier release, Teddy sought an anchor by twisting his hands in Finn’s shirt.
Finn had such long fingers, lazily pumping Teddy to full hardness. His mouth had felt amazing, but this was wonderful, too, and had Teddy panting in moments as he struggled to undo the last few buttons of Finn’s shirt.
Once he had it open, he went for Finn’s pants, tugging on them to draw him closer. Finn squeezed Teddy tighter in response, slipping his tongue back between Teddy’s lips and shifting them toward the bed.
Teddy wanted Finn’s hands and mouth on every part of him.
“Don’t fall backward,” Finn said just as Teddy’s legs hit the mattress. “Scooting up from the end of the bed will rotate your hip too much.”
“So then…?”
“Come on.” Finn pulled away to guide Teddy around the side of the bed, kissing his lips affectionately once more before he sat him on the edge. “Pivot like I taught you when going to sleep each night,” he said, backing up and shrugging the shirt from his shoulders.
His toned physique was something to be envious of, but Teddy didn’t feel like that when he knew he was about to possess that body in other ways.
Part of his physical therapy had been training for simple tasks like getting in and out of bed. Sit, scoot back slightly, lift his body around without rotating his hip, and shift over slowly to get into the center of the mattress.
It didn’t feel like a simple task with Finn’s eyes on him, though, as he removed his pants, then his underwear, all with Teddy stroking himself through the wetness Finn had evoked.
But when Finn came forward again, Teddy realized, “I didn’t think I was getting lucky this weekend. I don’t have….” He gestured helplessly with his free hand.
“I, uhh”—Finn blushed darkly—“came prepared.” Holding up a finger, he strode back out the bedroom door to where he’d left his bag, giving Teddy a hell of a view from behind. Finn’s tan lines along his hips were even more enticing with all of him bare.
After Teddy had shoved the sheets and comforter down to spread out more comfortably, Finn came back with the needed supplies, eyes hungry and erection bobbing proudly with his strides.
When he crawled up from the foot of the bed, all tan graceful limbs, Teddy was reminded of the first day they met and how, even more than Finn’s body, he’d been envious of the ease of hismotion. He still was. He still missed the freedom of not having to second-guess his next step or crouch. But even if there were hard days, and he knew there would be, he was grateful for what he had.
And right now, he had Finn, naked and nudging between his legs.
“I think I need to start with a little body worship,” Finn said, setting the supplies aside to run his hands up Teddy’s thighs, “because every single inch of you deserves it.”
“Even the extra inches?” Teddy half-jokingly patted his stomach.
“Absolutely,” Finn said, bending to press a kiss right beneath Teddy’s navel. He kissed lower, still petting Teddy’s thighs—lower and around to the side to trail down one leg with a kiss, kiss,bite.
Teddy gulped in a breath. Finn gave each leg equal attention, the parts of Teddy that had been his tools, his assets, his pride, for most of his life. Then he kissed and nipped up his stomach, hands following in a lazy trail, chest slithering up to graze its skin along Teddy’s shaft. When Finn got to his neck, he bit a little harder, sucking soothingly in the aftermath, and moved to seal the attention on Teddy’s lips.
Already trembling, Teddy thought that might be it for the body worship, eager to thrust up against the friction of Finn’s cock aligning with his, but Finn shifted away to continue down his arms with the same pattern. He suckled each finger, eyes locked on Teddy’s, twirling his tongue slow and lewdly, and then moving to another.
Teddy was visibly shaking now and leaking liberal amounts of precome when Finn finally granted mercy with the return of his strong fingers around Teddy’s length. Having been denied direct touch through all those kisses and grazes of teeth, Teddy buckedinto Finn’s strokes, flushed and desperately close, barely able to keep from moving his hips in a way that would hurt.
“Come up here,” Teddy said when Finn didn’t seem to understand that he could come any moment and wouldn’t be able to bounce back as easily as, well, Finn might, not after already coming once. “Give me a breather before I burst. Climb up and let me give a little back finally.” Teddy grinned, waving Finn toward his face in a way he hoped conveyed that he did not just mean for a kiss.
With a curious grin of his own, Finn obeyed, shifting to straddle Teddy’s shoulders so that all Teddy had to do was open wide when Finn lowered himself to his lips.
