“I’m not throwing you out of your seat, Finn.”
“You’re not. You sit and I’ll sit on your knee. I mean, look at this arse.” I ran my hands over the curve of my cheeks. “Not too bony. You’ll barely know I’m there.” His Adam’s apple moved slowly as he swallowed, his eyes widening. “Come on, Professor. I don’t bite.”
He looked at the seat and then at me. “Fine. But only until somewhere else frees up.”
I laughed as that wasn’t happening anytime soon. “Anything you need to tell yourself.”
JASPER
I knewit was a bad idea, and the universe confirmed it when Finn sat on my knee and wriggled until he was comfy. My cock woke up instantly as his firm arse pressed against it.
He twisted a little, so he was almost sitting side on, his arm around my shoulder to hold himself in place.
“See, perfect fit,” he joked, but my body agreed that he did feel perfect sitting there, my heart rate rising as his warmth spread through me.
He made small talk to which I nodded and hoped I was making the right noises in reply, but really, I was focused on how he felt in my lap. I liked the weight of him. He wasn’t heavy, but I could feel his muscle, and it felt so different to a woman’s body. He felt solid. I closed my eyes, the image of Finn bent over and me driving into his arse flashed through my mind, catching me by surprise and sending a loud groan from my lips as thoughts about how tight he’d be sent waves of pleasure through my core, my cock standing to attention at the sensation.
“Oh,” Finn mumbled.
I dropped my head to his chest, unable to look at him. “Sorry,” I replied quietly.
“Don’t. I have a very fine arse. I did warn you. It’s hard to resist.”
He pressed his fingertips under my chin and tipped my head back so I was forced to look at him. The place was busy and noisy, but since we’d sat down, I’d not noticed anyone but Finn.
“It’s okay. All these revelations you’re having, you’re going to have a lot of feelings and a lot of reactions. It’s totally normal. And actually, they boost my ego. I mean, who wouldn’t be happy that the UK Aquaman is sitting here getting hard from the feel of my beautiful bubble butt?”
Shaking my head, I narrowed my eyes. “You’re incorrigible.”
He lowered his voice to a whisper. “And you’re hard, so shush and enjoy the moment.”
We sat there in silence for a few minutes, Finn apparently having way too much fun tormenting me by wriggling about in my lap, until my cock was so hard it hurt. At some point, he shifted so his back pressed against my chest, and my hands fisted at his hips. I told myself that I was keeping him still, but in reality, I was pulling him onto me harder, so my cock edged the seam of his jeans, the added pressure providing a delicious, painful addition to the situation we found ourselves in. It was only when the waitress came with our food that Finn shifted again so we could both reach our plates.
“Good?” he asked as I brought my pizza to my mouth.
“Yeap.” My voice sounded breathy and raw.
“You know, if you have questions, I’d be happy to answer them. If you feel comfortable talking to me about this.”
I pursed my lips, lifting a brow. “Really? You’re sitting on my knee while I’mahem,” I coughed and rolled my hips so my erection pushed against him, “like this, so I think I feel comfortable around you, little one.”
His expression softened, as if my admission or the nickname I’d accidentally called him meant a lot, but he didn’t say anything else, turning his attention back to his food.
I was hungry, but I seemed to have lost my appetite because my mind was swirling with questions.
“Did you always know you were gay?”
He nodded, covering his mouth with those long fingers I was officially obsessed with, as he swallowed down the mouthful of food he was chewing.
“Pretty much. I think I was about ten when I realised I liked looking at boys more than girls, but I came from a small town and it wasn’t the done thing, so I didn’t mention it… Danny was the first person I’d ever kissed, the first person I ever fooled about with, and well, after everything that happened, it was a few years before I trusted anyone, and the people I met didn’t exactly like my scars.” He shrugged. “I found myself doing anything for the attention I craved.” He stared at his plate. “Let’s just say, my love life has always been messy.”
I hated that anyone had ever hurt him.
“I’m sorry.”
He shook his head as if he were shaking off the ghosts of the past. “It’s done, and I’m more aware of myself these days. I know I’m a nightmare, and I try to rein it in. People don’t want the needy bottom who craves affection, but then wants to be a bossy top the next day, so I make sure I keep that side of myself well hidden.”
He huffed out a laugh, but it sounded almost painful. I wasn’t sure what to say, so instead, I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him into me. He buried his face in my neck, letting out a soft groan that went straight to my already needy cock.
