Nolan’s breath hitched as he let himself sink deeper into the fantasy, imagining the brush of Finn’s breath against his neck, the sound of his heartbeat racing in his chest. He groaned, low and needy, as he twisted his handjustthe right way and imagined Finn doing the same.
Dammit, Finn could have been sogood. Everything about him was perfect.
Gut tight with need, Nolan sped up his strokes, eager to come now. He skipped ahead in his fantasy, right up to the part where Finn would gently whispercome for meright in his ear, and then…
Ah.
Oh.
Yes.
Nolan gasped as his orgasm hit, hips arching off the bed. A rolling wave of pleasure shuddered through him and he stroked himself through it, breath hitching as the aftershocks hit. For a few moments, the whole world stilled, Nolan’s ears filled with white noise and the sound of his own harsh breathing, coming back down over the most satisfying orgasm he’d had in a long time.
All because of Finn.
He smiled at the thought of him, unable to top the rush of warmth as his muscles relaxed and he lay there, spent and exhausted, to enjoy the few moments of perfect peace he always liked after.
In his head, all he could imagine was turning around and kissing Finn, sealing their lips together and pressing up against him while he came down, wanted and supported and hell, while he was fantasizing, maybe evenloved.
Nolan rolled out of bed with a groan, thoughts of Finn snuggling up next to him dancing in his head as he cleaned himself up on autopilot. Getting off hadn’t helped how much he was thinking about it atall.
Which was fine. He had almost a whole week tostopthinking about it, and it wasn’t as though Finn could read his mind, anyway.
Everything would be fine.
