Chapter SEVENTEEN
HOLY FUCK!
If it weren’t for the flex of the muscles under his palms, Mitch would have thought he was dreaming. A nearly naked Finn was like the vision in his dream come true. A dream had woken him from a disturbed night’s sleep, where he’d been up periodically to check on Finn. A dream where Finn came to him. And now he was in Mitch’s arms. Nearly.
I should let go.I should push past.
He should follow through with his original plan to escape to the bathroom and take care of the raging hard-on he’d woken up with, but God help him, he could hardly bring himself to breathe, let alone move.
He was lost in the bright blue eyes that turned darker even as he watched, the pupils swallowing the irises. Finn blinked, and Mitch’s gaze roamed from Finn’s eyes to hislips, his freshly shaved jaw, then to his throat. Finn swallowed heavily, and his Adam’s apple held Mitch’s attention. Mitch wanted to lean in and feel the movement with his mouth, to suck at Finn’s throat where he could see his pulse ticking. Mitch couldn’t help himself, not after so many weeks of longing and the couple of days spent in such close quarters. He took a step back but didn’t let goof Finn’s arms, wanting,needingto make sure Finn didn’t move.
The small amount of space allowed his gaze to wander farther down Finn’s body, taking in the smooth torso with golden skin and the tattoos that adorned his flesh. Angel wings stretched from shoulder to shoulder under his clavicles and took up most of his chest. His arms were inked from his biceps to his wrists. Finn was like a walkingwork of art, but that wasn’t what took the last of Mitch’s breath away. What sucked all the air from Mitch’s lungs was Finn’s obvious arousal, the towel wrapped tightly around his hips unable to hide his erection. Mitch’s gaze roamed slowly upward over Finn’s taut stomach, past his mouthwatering chest and that sexy-as-hell tattoo, past the lips he wanted to lean in and taste, until he finallymet Finn’s eyes. What he saw there stunned him.
The desire being radiated back was undeniable.
Finn trembled under Mitch’s touch—or maybe that was his own hands shaking—as time stood still. Head full of jumbled thoughts—should I, shouldn’t I?—then the tiniest movement made up his mind. Finn leaned forward. The motion was hardly discernible but left no doubt and caused Mitch’s heart to race.Finnwantedhim, and that was all Mitch needed to know. He wouldn’t have been able to hold back now, even if he wanted to.
Finn tilted his head back and groaned as he fell into Mitch’s hold, the sound amping up Mitch’s desire. He pulled him close, wrapping his arms around Finn’s hard body and kissing him as if his life depended on it. The kiss sent his pulse thundering. Hot and wet and deep.It was all open mouths and tongues, and Finn gave back as good as he got.
Finn filled Mitch’s senses. The minty freshness of his mouth, the scent of whatever-the-fuck bathroom products he’d been using, and the warmth of the skin beneath his hands. Finn pushed forward, shoving them backward but never breaking the kiss. He grasped Mitch’s biceps, holding the two of them close. Mitch’s back hitthe wall with a thud, and with nowhere else to go, he was anchored, but that didn’t stop Finn pushing, ensuring there was no space between them. Mitch kissed harder, pulled harder, and groaned as Finn ground against him. Heat pooled in his belly, and his cock throbbed. Mitch undulated his hips as he thrust against the hard planes of Finn’s stomach. His body was on fire.
Oh my God.
ReluctantlyMitch tore his mouth from Finn’s and sucked in much-needed air. Finn looked shell-shocked, his eyes glazed, his lips red and swollen, the skin around his mouth pink from the scrape of Mitch’s stubble. For a moment Mitch worried Finn was going to come to his senses and realize this was all a mistake, that they shouldn’t have revealed their cards to each other, that they shouldn’t be together likethis, but instead Finn put a hand behind Mitch’s head and pulled him down so their lips met again.
The sounds Finn made were hot as hell. He panted and moaned into the kiss. Mitch ran his hands down the silky skin of Finn’s back until he encountered the towel. Moving past the fabric, he reached under it. Finn’s thighs were firm, the hair that dusted his skin surprisingly soft to touch. His arsewas rounded and smooth, the muscles flexing as Finn pressed himself to Mitch in a move so reminiscent of fucking that Mitch’s knees nearly buckled. Thank God for the wall.
Mitch forced a hand between them and tried to find the opening in the towel. Fuck it. He fumbled to find the tucked-in end and groaned in relief when he finally managed to rip the whole thing from Finn’s body and drop it tothe floor. Within seconds he had his hand firmly wrapped around Finn’s cock.
Finn gasped. He broke the kiss and lowered his head, burying his face against Mitch’s throat. His breath was hot, and the mewling noises he made did something funny to Mitch’s gut. He wanted to hear more, to see what other sounds he could elicit from Finn. Finn’s hands were still joined behind Mitch’s neck, and he wasnow sucking on Mitch’s pulse point, a pulse he could feel echoing in his own cock. He couldn’t remember the last time he was this turned on, if ever. Finn was rock-hard silk sliding through his fist, but suddenly it wasn’t enough.
Mitch hauled Finn up by his gorgeous arse, and as his feet came off the ground, Finn instinctively held tighter and wrapped his legs about Mitch’s hips, and Mitch carriedhim to the bedroom.
The bed was a mess of rumpled sheets. Mitch dumped Finn on his back and crawled onto the mattress after him, bringing their mouths together. Without breaking the kiss, he supported himself on one arm as he hovered over Finn and used the other to pull his boxer briefs down. Eventually he had to separate their mouths so he could wrestle the underwear off his legs. As soon ashe’d kicked them free, Finn pushed him onto his back and straddled his thighs.
They were both panting, and Mitch was sure he looked as debauched as Finn—breathless, kiss-swollen lips and glazed eyes. Finn’s grip on Mitch’s biceps was firm, his hold strong—he was all tight muscle and vibrating energy. Finn brought their mouths together, but the kiss was brief. Instead he kissed a trail down Mitch’sjaw, licking across his Adam’s apple, sucking at his clavicle, then pulling a nipple into his mouth.
Fuck!Mitch arched off the bed, the suck sending pulses straight to his dick. After giving the other nipple the same treatment, Finn moved lower. He dipped his tongue into Mitch’s belly button briefly before raising his head. Mitch’s cock throbbed impatiently against his belly, but he didn’t havelong to wait. He shuddered as Finn wrapped a hand around his cock, angling it upward and lowering his head.
“Oh fuck, yes,” Mitch groaned as hot, wet heat surrounded him. “Fuck yeah.”
Finn didn’t muck around. He forced more of Mitch’s cock into his mouth, not stopping until Mitch nudged the back of his throat. He set up a fast and strong rhythm that nearly drove Mitch out of his mind—mouth onhis dick, moving his hand to Mitch’s balls.“Oh God. So good.”His hands instinctively rose to grasp Finn’s head as he pumped in and out, Finn taking it all. The sight of Finn’s lips wrapped around his length as he thrust was the hottest thing Mitch had ever seen. And the sounds.Jesus.
Finn pulled off with a loud slurp, and Mitch’s cock bounced against his belly as Finn scrambled over his toreach the bedside table. He barely had time to register the cool air on his wet dick before Finn was back, kneeling between his thighs. A condom landed on Mitch’s chest, and his eyes widened at the sight of Finn pouring lube onto his hand. Finn ran his slick hand down his own cock and pulled it, once, twice before reaching behind himself.Damn, he looks good. So fucking hot.
“C’mon. What areyou waiting for?”
Finn indicated the condom, and Mitch fumbled for it. He tore it out of the packaging and rolled it on. Finn used more lube to slick him up before straddling Mitch’s hips and positioning Mitch at his opening. Their eyes locked, and Mitch grasped Finn’s thighs. He could feel the strain of Finn’s muscles as he lowered himself slowly.
“Jesus Christ. Fuck, Finn, that feels amazing.”
Finn bottomed out, then leaned forward for quick kiss, but he didn’t linger. He straightened, then rose, lifting himself until only the tip of Mitch’s dick was inside that tight heat. He slammed back down.Oh my God.
Finn’s muscles bunched under Mitch’s palms as he set up a hard and fast rhythm. It was such a turn-on to see Finn take what he wanted, and what he wanted wasn’t gentle. Perhaps itwas the built-up sexual tension because, if Finn felt anything like Mitch did, this was a long time coming. It hardly took any time for Mitch to be teetering on the edge of orgasm. Heat pooled in his belly, his balls tightened, and he was ready to explode.
“Holy shit, Finn. I’m close.”
“So fucking good.” Finn looked down at him, slowing the pace. “Love your cock in my arse.”
