“You came to me and told me how you feel, and I know that isn’t easy for you.” The way he gazes at me, practically glowing, I know he’s still processing it all, too. “You’re true to yourself,” he says. “I like that.”
I combine the two people I’ve known, Finn and MorningEnthusiast, into one. Everything I’ve learned over the past few years of messages, that’s all been Finn. Every opinion about a movie, every horny plot twist, every confession and joke. It’s all him.
“Galaxy Demons,” I say and can’t help but laugh. “Of course.”
“Rise of the Storm Goddess,” Finn says with a knowing nod.
“I can’t believe I didn’t see it earlier. Or maybe I did, but I was scared to admit it.”
“Now we know,” Finn says. He leans forward again. “Now I can kiss you and know exactly who I’m kissing.”
We meet in another embrace. This time, Finn crawls on top of me, moaning under his breath while I take his weight. I gasp his name, and he whispers mine back, our lips close and his breath warm on my skin.
“It’s you,” he says. “You’re the guy who always roots for the monsters in sci-fi movies.”
I blurt out a surprised laugh. “Not always,” I object. “I just think they’re misunderstood.”
Finn kisses me harder, rutting up against me. “You put sour candies in your popcorn at the movie theater,” he says, and the details I know about him come flooding back, too.
“You wake up early to clean on Sundays, and you like it.”
Now Finn laughs. “I love it,” he says, and kisses me deeper, pulling my shirt off. “When you go out drinking, you come home and stay up all night to read.”
I pull his shirt over his head. “And then I have to read it again the next morning to remember what happened. You wake up and read a chapter again, too, but just because you like it so much.”
Our eyes lock. We each smile, and I think to myself that this is a miracle. That I might have found something in Finn I never thought I’d really find.
“You tried to nice-fight me,” I tell him.
“I did. And you encouraged me to take a real stand.”
“I’m glad you followed the advice. I deserved it.”
Finn grinds against me, matching my rhythm. “You’re so good at writing descriptions of setting.”
I hitch him closer. “You’re basically my favorite writer at this point.”
We kiss again, our mouths exploring, no time for words. Finn and I roll from side to side as we undress each other, stripping down to our underwear. When he gets back on top, straddling me, I look up with a thudding heart.
“Do you want to fuck me?” I ask him.
Finn grins, his eyes lighting up. “Yes. Didn’t know if you’d be as vers as our characters.”
“Might not rip the dimensional divide open…” I palm up his erection, stiff in his boxer briefs. “But you never know.”
“Only one way to find out.” Finn kisses me again. “I’ve been tested. I think I remember you have, too?”
I nod eagerly. “Yes. And I want you inside me as soon as possible.”
Finn grins and reaches around to a table, where he pulls out a small bottle of lube as I pull my underwear off. Quickly, he’s spreading it on his fingers, warming it up as he looks at me. My dick twitches and aches, fat on my stomach, and my hole clenches in anticipation.
When Finn gets in position and plays with my rim, I start to shake. It’s been some time since I did this, and the sensation is electric. It rips me open, and I need Finn to fill the ache.
“This good?” he asks as he taps and teases my hole.
I groan under my breath. “Just like that, but do it with your dick.”
He crawls up on me. As our eyes lock, his face scrunches with an intoxicating flush of pleasure and desire. Finn strokes his dick against my hole, his wet crown rubbing and thrusting, and I throw my head back.
