Ollie laughed, the sound loosening something in Finn’s chest. “Well, it’s very…you. Organized but lived in. Everything has a place, but there are signs of actual humans existing here.” He nodded toward the refrigerator, covered in pictures of his family and school schedules. “I like it.”
The simple approval shouldn’t have meant so much, but Finn felt warmth spread through him anyway. He took another sip of his tea, buying time. This was uncharted territory—Ollie in his home, the entire night stretching before them with nothing but their own choices to guide what happened next.
“So,” Ollie said, setting his mug down carefully. “This is nice.”
“Which part?” Finn asked. He hated this feeling where both of them knew where tonight was headed, but neither seemed to know what to say. “The tea? The kitchen tour? Or the fact that we’re alone in my house after we finally got our shit together?”
The directness of his own words surprised him. Ollie’s eyes widened slightly, that flush deepening across his cheeks.
“All of it,” he said softly. “But especially that last part.”
Finn set his own mug down, suddenly needing his hands free. “I should warn you I’m clueless about where to go from here,” headmitted, his voice rougher than he intended. “You might have to push me out of my comfort zone.”
“You’re overthinking things. That’s my job,” Ollie said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper as he set his mug down and took a deliberate step closer. The kitchen suddenly felt smaller, the air between them charged with electricity. He reached out, fingers brushing lightly against Finn’s forearm, the touch featherlight but unmistakably intentional. “And I’d like to help push those boundaries. What did you imagine would happen when you invited me to come home with you tonight?”
Finn felt his cheeks flush and his heart race. “I’m honestly not sure. I just knew I wasn’t ready to say goodnight.”
“Tell me something…” Ollie stepped close enough that Finn could easily put his fingers through Ollie’s belt loops and pull him against his body. But he didn’t, not yet. His breath caught when Ollie rested a hand on his hip. “Have you been with a man before?”
Finn’s gaze dropped to the floor. He didn’t want to see Ollie’s reaction when he admitted to his inexperience. He shook his head.
Ollie crooked a finger under Finn’s chin, urging him to look up. He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth as he did, still unsure what he’d see. He wasn’t expecting the tender acceptance in Ollie’s gaze or his half-smile. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. We all start somewhere, and like you’ve said, you spent a lot of your adult life filling a role that didn’t allow for exploration. It’s okay.”
His fingers brushed against Finn’s wrist, a touch so light it might have been accidental if not for the intent in his eyes. “I’mnot going to rush you into anything you’re not ready for. I’m honored to be the one who gets to help you discover this side of yourself.”
Finn swallowed hard, acutely aware of every point where their bodies almost touched. “It feels like it shouldn’t be this easy.”
“If it wasn’t, that would say a lot about the person you’re with,” Ollie said simply. His thumb traced a small circle against Finn’s pulse point, sending a shiver up his arm. He slid his palm against Finn’s, interlacing their fingers. “I’m here because I like you, Finn. We said we were going to take tonight to get to know one another better, and if that’s something as simple as sitting on the couch talking, the evening will have been a success.”
“And if that leads to something involving less clothing?” Ollie’s assurances emboldened Finn. He tried to imagine himself as one of the characters in his books, thinking about what they’d do in this situation. Needing to feel Ollie’s body against his, he stuffed his hands into the back pockets of Ollie’s jeans, gasping when he felt the press of an erection against his own. “When I said I wanted you, I didn’t just mean for a chat.”
The air between them shifted, charged with lust. Ollie’s eyes darkened behind his glasses, and he swayed slightly closer. “Finn,” he said, his name barely more than a whisper.
“Yeah?” Finn swallowed hard as Ollie pressed against him. His heart pounded as he waited for Ollie to make the next move.
“I need to kiss you now,” Ollie said, his voice steady despite the flush spreading across his cheeks. “Kissing you in the park was sweet, but I couldn’t stop thinking about kissing you just like this. I want to find all the spots on your body that make you go weak in the knees.”
Finn slid his fingers into Ollie’s hair, cradling the back of his head, savoring the softness of the curls between his fingers. When their lips finally met, the contact sent a jolt of electricity through his entire body. This wasn’t the tentative exploration of their earlier kisses—this was deliberate, desire finally acknowledged after weeks of holding back.
He kissed Ollie thoroughly, attentively. When Ollie made a small, needy sound in the back of his throat, fingers clutching at Finn’s shirt, it took every ounce of his self-control not to push him against the counter.
“Been thinking about this,” Finn murmured against Ollie’s lips, “for weeks. Stolen kisses aren’t enough for me. I wantyou, Ollie. Whatever you’ll give me.”
“Me too,” Ollie admitted, his voice breathless in a way that made Finn’s cock twitch. “God, me too. Should we—” Ollie began, then gasped as Finn’s lips found the sensitive spot just below his ear. “Bedroom? Or couch? Or—honestly, I’m not picky right now.”
Finn laughed, feeling the vibration against Ollie’s throat. “Couch is closer,” he said, his voice rougher than usual, thick with want. “But I don’t want to rush this.”
“Who’s rushing?” Ollie countered, his fingers already working at the buttons of Finn’s shirt. “I’d call this a very reasonable pace considering how long we’ve been circling each other.”
Finn caught his hands, pressing a kiss to Ollie’s knuckles. The simple gesture felt strangely more intimate than the heated kisses they’d just shared. “Living room,” he decided, tugging Ollie gently out of the kitchen.
He barely gave Ollie time to look around before pulling him down onto the couch, arranging them so Ollie straddled his lap.The weight of him there, the pressure against his hardening cock, was almost too much.
“This okay?” Finn asked, his hands settling on Ollie’s hips, thumbs slipping beneath the hem of his sweater to brush against bare skin.
Ollie nodded, seemingly unable to form words as he looked down at Finn. The knowledge that he was the reason for Ollie’s speechlessness, for the darkening of his eyes behind those glasses, sent a surge of satisfaction through him.
“More than okay,” Ollie finally managed, leaning down to recapture Finn’s mouth.
