Page 37 of Something Unforgettable

Finn flung his arms around Xavier’s neck with a relieved whimper and clung to him. Xavier cleaned his hand on his discarded shirt and a moment later Finn was lifted, carried, the cast bumping against Xavier’s back until they reached the bed and Xavier laid him down against the sheets.

Finn was still squirmy with embarrassment, but the arousal was already coming back, just from the expression on Xavier’s face. He caught his lip between his teeth and lifted a hand to hide his flushed face, peeking out at Xavier from between his fingers.

Xavier’s hands were on his belt—and who knew that could be so sexy? The leather slid through his belt loops before he dropped it to the floor. Then he flicked open the button and lowered the zipper, giving Finn a glimpse of bare skin and the spot where his trimmed happy trail broadened at the base of his cock.

Finn licked his lips, his legs shifting restlessly against the sheets. He couldn’t look away from the view Xavier was teasing him with. His fingers twitched with the need to reach out as Xavier bent to remove his socks one at a time.

He must have made a sound, because Xavier looked up with a corner of his mouth curling up. “Something you want, sweetheart?” he teased.

Finn wrinkled his nose and narrowed his eyes. “Yes.” His voice came out steadier than he expected, and he dropped his hand so he could prop himself up on his elbows.

“Careful with your arm,” Xavier reminded him. Then he pushed his pants down and off, the thick, hard length of his cock springing free and slapping against his defined abs.

Finn stared, his body buzzing again. He wanted…well, he really wanted to touch. To wrap his fingers around Xavier and feel how big he was. And hewasbig. Much, much bigger than Finn—who was perfectly proportionate, thank you Ev and the one time Finn had had the drunken confidence to ask.

It took him a full minute to realize Xavier was standing still, letting Finn look his fill. That made him blush and drag his eyes back to Xavier’s face.

“Hi,” he said.

Xavier smiled. “Hi.” He held his arms away from his body, palms up. “Do I pass?”

Finn snickered. “Yeah. And then some.” He flopped back to the mattress and reached for Xavier, who crawled up along his body until he was braced over him, their legs touching but nowhere else. Finn stretched up for a kiss and Xavier obliged him. As he lost himself in it, Xavier lowered his body until they were pressed together from chest to ankle. Xavier’s weight felt good on top of him. Solid and real. Like Xavier was keeping him grounded in the moment.

Finn touched his sides, his back, exploring all the skin he could reach—well, above the belt anyway. He wasn’t brave enough to dip any lower. Xavier’s skin was smooth, his muscles taut with so much restrained power that it would be intimidating if it was anyone else.

Xavier ended the kiss. “You okay?”

Finn nodded. “So okay.”

Xavier smile turned a little wicked. “Hold tight then.”

Finn didn’t have time to ask why before Xavier rolled them, flipping their positions. Finn yelped at the sudden movement, then laughed at his own surprise. He was on top now, his knees spread wide as he straddled Xavier’s waist.

Xavier looked exceptionally smug as he dragged a pillow under his head.

“What are you thinking about, baby boy?” he asked as he settled with his hands on Finn’s thighs.

Finn’s eyes roamed Xavier’s face for a clue as to what the answer should be.

“I think, um. You’re really big.”

Xavier chuckled. “You’re right. I am.” He slid his hand down Finn’s arm until he reached his hand, then aligned their palms. Finn’s fingers were nearly two joints shorter than Xavier’s. Xavi curled them, emphasizing the difference. “I’m big in a lot of places.”

Finn licked his lips, wanting another glimpse of Xavier’s cock, but it was behind him.

Xavier was watching his face. “Does that scare you?”

Finn shook his head. “No,” he said. “I like it.” He ducked his head, but there was no hiding at this angle.

Xavier’s eyes crinkled at the corners. “I like it, too. But I also know that certain things are easier after some practice.” He palmed Finn’s cheek. “I want to take things slow with you. Just to be safe.”

Finn frowned, lost as to what Xavier was getting at. Then he figured it out and looked at their hands again. Xavier’s dwarfed his, both in length and breadth. He swallowed. Xavier was worried that Finn was going to be too small, too tight for— He squirmed and tried to take his hand back, but Xavier wouldn’t let him. Instead, he caught his fingers and twined them with his own. At the same time his other hand slid down Finn’s back, then lower. Fingers brushed his crease and Finn jumped with a startled gasp.

“One day soon, though,” Xavier said, voice gone low and rumbly again. “Daddy will stretch this pretty little hole open, won’t he?”

Finn was already nodding as his thoughts went hazy and desperate. God, yes. He wanted that. Needed it. Right now.

“Not tonight,” Xavier reminded him. “Tonight, I’m going to take my time with you—taste every single inch of your sweet body.” His fingers dipped again and brushed right over Finn’s hole, making his breath hitch as he flushed hot from the tips of his ears all the way down his chest. “Even.” Xavier brushed again. “Right.” And again. “Here.” He tapped.

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