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Nolan woke with Finn in bed beside him, his heart swelling as he looked over his face in the morning light, relaxed and worry-free in sleep.
He could still hardly believe that Finn wanted to be here, and wanted to be withhim.
Especially since he was staying over to save Nolan from having to go to Gavin’s birthday party by himself. That deserved a reward, Nolan thought.
Besides, it was way more fun to wake up hard when there was someone else around. That was definitely one of the more fun parts of having a boyfriend.
Nolan still couldn’t stop himself grinning every time he thought of Finn as hisboyfriend.
“Finn,” he said softly, not wanting to actually wake him if he wasn’t almost awake anyway. Finn worked hard, and he needed to rest. Probably more than most people.
“Hmm?” Finn started, opening his eyes and blinking at Nolan for a moment before a smile spread over his face. “Morning, gorgeous.”
Warmth bloomed in the pit of Nolan’s stomach, the low-level arousal he’d woken up to kicking up a notch as Finn looked him over.
“Fuck me,” Nolan said, proud of himself for getting the words out without stuttering.
He could barely handle how much he wanted Finn at the best of times. When they were both naked in bed together, it was amazing to him that he didn’t turn into a gibbering mess every time Finn so much as looked at him.
“Nope,” Finn murmured in response, yawning widely.
“No?” Nolan’s stomach tightened with fear. Fear that he’d done something wrong, that Finn didn’t want him anymore, that for whatever reason this was all crashing down.
Before panic at the thought could overwhelm him, Finn surged forward and kissed him, hard and demanding. Relief flooded Nolan as he realized Finn had been joking.
It was just that everything between them still felt so new and fragile, and Nolan was waiting for the moment when Finn looked at him and saw a boring nerd who couldn’t even stand up for himself against his cousin.
And decided that he could do better.
Which hecould, and Nolan couldn’t quite get that thought out of his head.
“You’re sore,” Finn murmured against Nolan’s lips.
He wasn’twrong—they’d gone two rounds last night and Nolan could definitely feel it this morning—but discomfort never killed anyone.
“Maybe a little,” Nolan admitted.
Finn made a sympathetic noise, leaning in for another kiss. Nolan hummed into it, letting himself melt against Finn. He reached out to touch him, resting a hand on his side and then trailing it down, tickling Finn’s sensitive skin and savoring the soft hitch of his breath when he found a sensitive spot.
Feeling brave, he ran his palm down the center of Finn’s chest, skimming it over his stomach and then wrapping his fingers around Finn’s hard cock. Another jolt of arousal coursed through him as Finn made a low, rumbling sound in his chest, the closest thing to a purr a human could manage.
Nolan was getting better at this whole sex thing. It was only right that Finn got the benefit of that, since he’d been so kind and patient.
“Roll over,” Finn murmured, already short of breath.
Nolan laughed, not surprised that he was about to get his way. Finn had been good to him, but he liked sex as much as the next person. Or at least, as much as Nolan did.
He rolled over eagerly, stomach tightening in anticipation of what was about to come next.
Finn threw an arm over his chest, warm and solid, pulling him close enough to feel his erection pressing into the small of his back, hot and insistent. It was sogoodto know Finn wanted this as much as he did.
“Still got the lube?” Nolan asked, rocking his hips back against Finn to make it clear that he was ready for this, sore or not.
“Don’t need it,” Finn said.
Nolan’s eyes widened. He couldn’t possibly want to…?
