Page 49 of A Hard Fit

When Rory went to the washroom—damn, that ass though—Finn texted Luka.

Hey, everything okay with Thomas?

Luka replied right away.Yeah, why?

He seemed pissed off this morning. Did something happen with him and Morgan?

The next reply was short.Don’t know, none of my business.

It seemed Thomas wasn’t the only pissy one. Luka never missed an opportunity to bitch about Morgan. But if he didn’t want to talk about it…

All right, man. Good luck with your shoot tomorrow.

Thanks.

He forgot about Luka’s shortness when Rory slipped back into their chair and returned their hand to his thigh, sliding it a little higher than before and adding a squeeze for good measure.

“Maybe don’t do that in front of HR,” Finn rumbled, lifting Rory’s other hand to kiss their knuckles. “Otherwise, never stop.”

It was slightly awkward discussing their burgeoning relationship with the suits in Human Resources, but the training mostly consisted of several online modules and a stack of forms to sign. Finn didn’t mind if it meant he got to be with Rory. He’d do those courses and sign that paperwork every day for the rest of his life if he had to.

“Big day for us,” Rory said on their way out of the office. “First date, first pledge against sexual harassment… What’s next?”

Finn laughed. “First takeout? You like Chinese?”

Rory didn’t kiss him this time, but the smile was enough. “Sounds perfect.”

* * * *

Finn pulled Rory in after him, slamming the kitchen door shut while their bags cascaded to the ground. Their clothes followed on their way to Finn’s bedroom.

“Oh my God”—Finn ripped his shirt off then went for Rory’s—“I’ve been dreaming about undressing you all day.”

Rory’s gaze drifted over Finn’s shoulders and torso as they undid his belt. “Same.”

Fucking Rory only got better each time, as they each learned the other’s body, shared whispered requests and check-ins, sighs and moans noted and filed away for future use.

As Finn pressed inside Rory, the words ‘I love you’ gathered on his tongue, but he bit them back. Too early. Rory would think he was insane. So instead—“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, brushing his lips against Rory’s eyelids. “So beautiful.”

Rory said nothing, just kissed him again as their bodies moved together in the shadows.

* * * *

Finn handed Rory a pair of chopsticks and flopped next to them on the couch. “You know what dropped tonight?”

“Season three ofGodstrike!” Rory squealed. “Do we dare?”

“We can’t stop now.” Finn picked up his plate. “Is Ophy back from the dead? Will the snake get its revenge? How many times will Colios’ wig change? We need to know!”

Rory laughed. “It can’t be any worse than season two, right?”

It was worse, but in a glorious, delicious, satisfying way. The producers had clearly listened to feedback, and had leaned right into the absurdity. The costumes were skimpier, the snake was bigger and Ophy was indeed back from the dead—something about how the wildebeest hooves had only made her stronger. It didn’t really matter.

They laughed and cheered, rolled their eyes and crunched on egg rolls, and it was the most perfect night of Finn’s life.

* * * *

They fell into an easy rhythm, cooking dinner at Finn’s house together most nights, watching an episode ofGodstrikebefore giving each other a mind-blowing orgasm or two, then curling up for the night in a cocoon of bliss. But that wasn’t all—he still got to look forward to waking up with Rory, having breakfast with them and leaving for work hand in hand. Rory spent the odd night at their own place, to swap clothes, pick up a warmer winter coat, collect their mail and water their plants, et cetera. Finn missed them terribly when they weren’t there.

---