Page 25 of Something Unforgettable

Finn snorted. “I’m really not. And since Pops is Mac, Corey was the only option left, I guess.” He fumbled to put the juice aside until Xavier reached out and took it from him, setting it on the floor. “I didn’t mind being Corey. It seemed to fit me well enough. But when I got to college, I wanted something different. I—I guess I was hoping I could be someone else. Someone braver and more outgoing. It was my roommate’s idea. He’s really smart, and I guess he was kind of a nerd in high school. He wanted to reinvent himself and he said Rett sounded like a dude-bro name, so he started going by Ev. He said I should pick a new name too, so I decided to be Finn. Because Finn is a lot braver than Corey. He’s not afraid to be openly gay, or make friends, or go to parties.” He sank down in the tub until his lips were level with the water. “It sounds kind of stupid now. I’m still the same person I’ve always been. A new name didn’t change anything.”

Xavier reached out and cupped Finn’s damp knee where it was poking out of the water. “Does being Finn make you happy?” Finn met Xavier’s eyes and nodded. “Then that’s all that matters.”

“I never really mind when Pops gets it wrong. I can be Corey for him.”

Xavier smiled and squeezed his knee before pulling his hand back. “What about the rest of your family. Do they still call you Corey?”

Finn shook his head. “My parents just went along with it. I don’t think they even asked why I was changing it.”

“Do you see them often? Your parents?” Xavier asked, his expression open and curious. Like the question wasn’t a potential grenade in the conversation.

“Not often.” He didn’t particularly want to talk or think about his parents when he was naked in the bath and his…whatever they were…was watching. “It’s hard to find the time.” He skimmed his hand over the surface of the water, watching it ripple.

“And Ev?” Xavier asked.

Finn grinned. “He’s still my best friend. We’re super close.”

“Where does he live?”

“Chicago. Near where we went to college. The weather sucks, but he still likes the city. I miss him. I know he’d be bored to tears here, though.”

“Did the two of you date?”

Finn laughed, amused that Xavier sounded like he might be jealous. “No. He was my first kiss though.”

One of Xavier’s dark eyebrows went up in surprise. “In college?”

Finn shrugged and returned his eyes on the water. “I was still really quiet, even once I decided to be Finn. I didn’t get out much. One night Ev and I got drunk and I told him I’d never—you know. So he kissed me.” Finn’s cheeks felt hot, and not from the water. “Just a little peck. I’m lucky. Not everyone gets to have a nice memory of their first kiss.”

Xavier chuckled. “Isn’t that the truth. My first kiss was great, but the ugly breakup a few days later really spoiled the memory.”

Finn nodded. “See? I’m right.” Xavier was giving him a soft look now, and it made Finn want to squirm. “I, uh—I haven’t had a lot of other firsts.” As soon as he said the words, he wanted to swallow them back. Stupid. Xavier was going to think he was a total child. The age difference was bad enough without Finn making a big deal of his inexperience.

Finn wasn’t sure what reaction he expected, but it wasn’t the way Xavier’s jaw tightened and his eyes darkened.

“And are there any particular firsts you’re looking forward to?” His voice sounded rougher, deeper.

It made Finn shiver. The cloth covering his lap was suddenly stealing his focus. He shifted his hand to make sure it was still in place. He managed to nod. The air was thick suddenly and it was getting harder to breathe. He felt like his gaze was glued to Xavier’s and he had no desire to look away.

“Will you tell me what you want, sweetheart?” Xavier’s voice was nearly a purr. Finn pressed the cloth more firmly in place, goosebumps breaking out across his exposed skin.

“I—” Finn whispered. He licked his lips, the words sticking in his throat. His thoughts were tripping over themselves, clamoring for attention. He didn’t know what to ask for first. “I want you to kiss me.” He shifted and the water sloshed around him.

“Gladly,” Xavier murmured. Then he was kneeling next to the tub, his hand cupping the back of Finn’s neck as he pressed their lips together. This kiss wasn’t like their others. It was deeper. Heavier. Hungry.

Within seconds, Xavier’s tongue was teasing at the seam of Finn’s lips, asking to be let in. Finn opened for him, then went lightheaded at the powerful invasion. Sparks raced across his skin and gathered farther south as Xavier’s tongue stroked along his, sending his senses into overdrive. He moaned, his body fully on board with the new sensations. Pressing the cloth down more firmly made his cock twitch. A helpless moan left Finn’s throat. He couldn’t remember ever being so desperate, even on nights he’d spent time with his favorite porn and his right hand.

Xavier’s grip was strong and solid on the back of his neck, easily tilting his head where he wanted it to go as he licked into Finn’s mouth. Finn did his best to mimic Xavier and got a low groan in return that made everything in him tighten.

After some amount of time—Finn couldn’t say how long—Xavier broke the kiss and rested their foreheads together. “You make me lose all of my restraint, little one,” he said, his breath ghosting over Finn’s tingling lips. “The things I want to do to you…”

Finn’s cock was ready to say yes to anything Xavier wanted. It pulsed eagerly. Despite Finn’s best effort to ignore how turned on he was from a simple kiss, he whimpered.

Xavier cursed and kissed him again, hard and fast. “Tell me what you need, sweetheart.”

What did he need? Other than for Xavier to keep kissing him? Well, orgasms were high on the list, but he wasn’t sure he was ready for that just yet. For one thing, he was pretty sure he would go off the second Xavier touched him, and that would be embarrassing.

“Do you want me to give you a minute alone?” Xavier asked when Finn hesitated too long.

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