The moment stretched between them, weighted with possibility. Then Ollie reached up, sliding Finn’s shirt off his shoulders, and the spell broke. They moved together with increasing urgency, hands exploring newly revealed skin, lips tracing paths of discovery.
Finn found the sensitive spot where Ollie’s neck met his shoulder, and the way Ollie arched beneath him, the gasp that escaped his lips, sent a surge of heat through Finn’s body. Encouraged, he continued his exploration, trailing kisses down Ollie’s chest, pausing to pay special attention to each nipple until Ollie was writhing beneath him.
“Finn,” Ollie gasped, fingers tangling in Finn’s hair. “Please.”
Finn looked up, meeting Ollie’s gaze. “Please, what?” He needed to hear it, needed to know exactly what Ollie wanted.
“Touch me,” Ollie managed, his voice breaking slightly. “I need you to touch me.”
Finn’s hands moved to the button of Ollie’s jeans, hesitating for just a moment. “You’re sure?”
“So sure,” Ollie assured him, lifting his hips in encouragement. “I’ve been thinking about your hands on me for weeks.”
A groan escaped Finn at the admission. He made quick work of Ollie’s jeans, sliding them down his legs along with his briefs. When Ollie was finally naked beneath him, Finn sat back on his heels, taking in the sight of him—all lean lines and smooth skin, his cock hard and flushed against his stomach.
“You’re gorgeous,” Finn said, his voice rough with want. “Absolutely gorgeous.”
Before Ollie could respond, Finn wrapped his hand around Ollie’s cock, the first time he’d ever held another man like this. The moan that tore from Ollie’s throat was the most erotic sound Finn had ever heard, sending a jolt of desire straight to his own cock. Ollie’s hips bucked into his grip, and Finn marveled at the silkiness of Ollie’s skin, the hardness beneath.
“Like that?” Finn asked, his voice rough with want. His thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the precum gathered there, and Ollie’s entire body shivered in response.
“Yes,” Ollie gasped, his head falling back against the pillows, baring his throat. “God, yes.”
Finn found a rhythm, his hand stroking firmly, twisting slightly at the top, just the way he liked it. Ollie’s reactions guided him—every gasp, every clutch of the sheets, every small sound of pleasure that escaped Ollie’s lips drove him on. He leaned down, capturing Ollie’s mouth in a deep kiss, swallowing those sounds, feeling them vibrate against his lips.
“Finn,” Ollie warned, breaking the kiss. His eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with desire. “I’m close. Too close.”
“That’s the idea,” Finn murmured against his lips, his hand never faltering. He wanted to see Ollie come undone, wanted to be the one to give him that pleasure. “Let go, Ollie. I want to see you come apart for me.”
With a firm stroke and a twist of his wrist, Finn watched as Ollie thrashed beneath him. Ollie’s back arched off the bed, his cock pulsing in Finn’s hand as he came, Finn’s name a broken cry on his lips. It was the most beautiful thing Finn had ever seen—Ollie completely undone, completely vulnerable, completely his in that moment. Finn’s own cock throbbed with need, but he was utterly captivated by the sight of Ollie lost in pleasure.
As Ollie’s breathing began to steady, Finn couldn’t take his eyes off him—the flush on his cheeks, the slight sheen of sweat on his chest, the utter relaxation in his limbs. Ollie reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss that was messy and perfect.
“Your turn,” he murmured against Finn’s lips, his hands moving to the button of Finn’s jeans.
Finn caught his wrist gently. “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” Ollie interrupted, meeting Finn’s gaze steadily. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
A wave of vulnerability washed over Finn. This was uncharted territory for him, despite his confidence in other areas. He couldn’t explain why it felt so much easier to jerk off another man than accept pleasure in return. Ollie seemed to read something in his expression because his face softened with understanding.
“I’ll go as slow as you need,” Ollie said softly, his hand coming up to cup Finn’s cheek. “Or stop altogether. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Finn turned his head, pressing a kiss to Ollie’s palm. “I want this,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “I want you. I’m just…”
“Nervous?” Ollie suggested gently.
Finn nodded, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. “Ridiculous, right? At my age.”
“Not ridiculous at all,” Ollie assured him, sitting up to press a soft kiss to the corner of Finn’s mouth. “First times are always a little scary, no matter when they happen.”
The simple understanding eased something in Finn’s chest. He captured Ollie’s mouth in a kiss that quickly rekindled the heat between them, his hands roaming over Ollie’s body with renewed confidence. As they made out, Ollie hooked his leg around Finn’s, managing to flip their positions.
Ollie kissed the side of Finn’s neck, nipped his collarbone. Finn’s heart pounded as Ollie’s touch ignited trails of fire along his skin, each caress both a question and a promise. He felt Ollie’s lips press against his shoulder, then trail down to his chest, where they lingered, teasing each nipple until Finn was arching into the touch.
Ollie’s mouth was patient, thorough, as if every inch of Finn’s skin was a landscape to be explored and savored. Finn felt a shiver run through him. Ollie’s stubble against his skin added a layer of sensation that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through him.
Finn’s breath hitched as Ollie’s mouth trailed down past his navel, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Finn’s briefs, slowly pulling them down. Finn lifted his hips, helping Ollie remove the last barrier between them. The cool air against his heated skin was a stark contrast that made him acutely aware of his own nakedness.
