Nolan wasn’t going to stayhalfhard for long, not with the familiar heat and pressure of blood filling his cock. He could feel Finn getting hotter and thicker in his underwear, too, and dammit, he needed to see and feel andtouch.
“Can I?” he murmured, sliding his free hand down between them, ghosting over Finn’s stomach and down to his underwear, teasing the waistband with the tips of his fingers.
Finn nodded eagerly, his eyes wide. A rush of lust and confidence spurred Nolan on, his fingers slipping past the last barrier between them, pushing it out of the way until Finn’s cock sprang free and he could wrap his fingers around it, feel the warmth and weight of it in his hand.
Nothing in the shoebox under his bed felt soalive.
“Oh, wow,” Nolan said as he stroked the length, feeling it get harder in his grip.
“Big fan ofthatreaction,” Finn murmured, rocking his hips just a little into Nolan’s hand, looking for more friction.
“I could getreallyinto this,” Nolan responded, twisting his hand and grinning when Finn moaned, bucking his hips.
“Ohyeah,” Finn hissed, pushing his underwear down further, past the curve of his ass to tangle around his knees.
Nolan paused to drag them the rest of the way off, leaving Finn to kick them aside and off the bed.
With a surge of bravery, he rolled on top of Finn, pinning him to the mattress and straddling his thighs again. Finn’s chest heaved, his eyes glazed and his lips kiss-swollen as he looked up at Nolan with awe written all over his face.
Nolan wasn’t used to feeling sexy or desirable, but Finn had a way of making him. Something about the look on his face, Nolan thought.
Finn looked at him like he was the only person in the world.
“You look good on top,” Finn said, smiling a slow, sly smile. “Could get used to this.”
“View’s not bad from here, either,” Nolan responded, splaying his hand over Finn’s belly, avoiding his cock deliberately.
They had all night, after all.
“So…” Finn reached out, settling his hand on Nolan’s hip and then stroking down his thigh all the way to his knee. Nolan gasped as he trailed his fingers back up along the inside, tickling sensitive skin and pausing just short of Nolan’s hard cock.
A whimper escaped him as Finn’s fingers inched closer, giving him a taste of the torture he was putting Finn through by not touching him.
He was so damnedclose.
“Can I touch?” Finn asked, his eyes glittering as he smiled up at Nolan.
Nolan nodded eagerly, all thoughts of drawing this out leaving his head in a rush, his ears pounding in anticipation of what Finn was about to do.
Finn licked his palm, and then reached out, closing the distance between them with agonizing slowness. Nolan watched every inch it travelled, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end as he waited for it to make contact.
His breath hitched as Finnfinallybrushed against his oversensitive cock, a surge of pleasure making his hips buck involuntarily. He splayed both hands on Finn’s stomach for balance, letting his eyes fall closed as Finn stroked up and down his length.
The touch was light, Finn’s fingers just barely closed around him, but it was almost too much anyway.
Within seconds Nolan was panting, tightening his grip on Finn just for the sake of having something to cling to while his head spun from all the newness.
He’d expected being touched by someone else to bedifferent, but this was so much more than he’d imagined.
“Youlikethat,” Finn purred, self-satisfaction rolling off him. “Let’s see what other sounds I can get you to make.”
Nolan cried out as Finn’s other hand trailed up his other thigh, still teasing delicate skin just as slowly and patiently as the first one, inching its way toward where Nolanreallywanted it.
“Fuck,” Nolan gasped as Finn cupped his balls, rolling them back and forth in his palm, stroking his cock in time. He swiped a bead of precome away from the head with his thumb, tightening his grip just a little, and Nolan’s head spun all over again.
“This okay?” Finn asked, and dammit, how could he keep his voice soevenwhile Nolan could barely get his lungs to work?
Nolan nodded anyway, not wanting Finn to evenconsiderstopping, his hips rocking into Finn’s hand of their own accord. He should never have been worried about not knowing what he was doing. His body was happy to take the lead.
