Second finger. Evan worked them, spreading, feeling the heat and give of Finn’s body. Finn’s grip twisted in the sheets. Spine arched. Evan curled his fingers and found the spot that made Finn’s whole body jolt. Pressed. Finn’s cock jerked against his stomach and a noise tore out of him.
“Right there—fuck—right there—”
Evan pressed again. And again. Watched the flush deepen, chest heaving, sweat starting at Finn’s temples. He added a third finger and Finn groaned, legs spreading wider, heels digging into the mattress as he rocked down onto Evan’s hand.
“I want you.” Finn sounded wrecked. “Now. I’m ready.”
Evan slicked himself. Lined up. The head of his cock pressed against Finn and he held there, just the blunt pressure, looking down at him in the lamplight.
“Eyes open,” Evan said.
Finn held his gaze.
Evan pushed inside. Slow. Inch by inch. The tight heat giving way, deeper than any cramped space had ever allowed. Finn’s eyes widened. Spine arched. Nails bit into Evan’s shoulders.
“There.” Finn’s voice broke. “Right there. Don’t move yet.”
Evan held. Arms locked. Every muscle straining. Sweat sliding down his spine. Finn’s body clenched hot and perfect around him. The lamp caught every flicker across Finn’s face—the flush, the wet shine of his lips, the way his eyes softened as his body adjusted.
“Okay.” Finn’s grip eased. Legs shifted wider, heels hooking behind Evan’s thighs. “Okay, you can—”
Evan thrust.
Deep. Rolling. Angling for the spot his fingers had found. Finn gasped. Grip scrabbling at Evan’s back. Evan thrust again and Finn’s name left his own throat rough and unplanned. Finn answered with “yes” and “there” and “harder” and Evan gave him everything.
Finn’s legs locked around him. Hips rising to meet every thrust. Cock trapped between their stomachs, friction dragging broken sounds from his throat that filled the room. Evan braced on one arm and got his other hand between them, fist wrapping around Finn’s cock, stroking in time. Finn’s whole body bowed.
“Evan—fuck—I’m—”
“I know.” Evan thrust deep and ground there, fist moving fast and tight. “I know. Let me see you.”
Finn came with Evan’s name on his lips and his eyes locked on Evan’s face, cum streaking his own stomach and Evan’s fist. Evan followed two thrusts later, buried deep, face pressed to Finn’s temple, breathing sweat and warmth and this man, this room, this choice.
The thing behind Evan’s ribs opened. Not broke. Released.
“I love you,” he said against the damp skin of Finn’s throat. The words slipped out. He had not planned them. He did not want them back.
Finn’s fingers tightened in Evan’s hair, loosened, tightened again. His whole body moved through it before his voice caught up. He pulled Evan down and kissed him hard, teeth catching Evan’s lower lip. When they broke apart Finn’s eyes were wet and his face was stripped bare.
“I see you,” Finn said.
“I see you too.”
Evan rolled his hips again, slower now, Finn rising to meet him. Eyes open. Nothing hidden. Bedframe creaking beneath them.
* * *
Afterward, they lay tangled, sheets twisted around their hips, lamp still on. Finn’s head rested on Evan’s chest, hair drying indamp waves against Evan’s skin. Evan kept one palm threaded through Finn’s hair, fingers moving slow.
“She’s going to want to meet you,” Evan said.
Finn lifted his head. “Who?”
“Claire. My sister.”
“Oh.” Finn settled back down, cheek against Evan’s sternum. “Okay.”
“I talked to my father this morning before I left.” Evan’s fingers kept moving through Finn’s hair. “I told him about you. About us. I didn’t ask permission. I just told him.”
