Page 33 of Brad & Finn
Brad tried to keep his face neutral, but Finn’s words were wreaking havoc on him. His stomach was now knotted so tight, he was pretty sure he wasn’t eating again until Monday. His dick, which had taken a little rest during their more serious conversation, was halfway back to attention, and the muscles in his fingers and legs twitched to life, ready to be put to use.
“You like bottoming?” he asked.
Finn nodded, but something about it seemed hesitant.
“But you also like topping?” he pressed.
Finn nodded even slower this time.
Brad decided to try a different tactic. “Will you show me how you use these when you’re alone?”
Finn’s eyes went so wide that he looked almost like a cartoon character.
Brad held his hands up helplessly between them. “I’m happy to show you what I like, too!”
Finn’s eyes settled back to a normal size, and one eyebrow ticked up. “I’m assuming you like a stroking motion, maybe with a squeeze and twist at the end?”
“I like a couple fingers, too,” Brad said, and Finn’s other eyebrow shot up. Brad relished his surprise and couldn’t help teasing him, just a little. “Were you stereotyping me, sweetheart? Thought I only liked to top?”
A blush flared across Finn’s cheekbones, causing the stubble along his jaw to appear darker in contrast. Brad reached out a single finger to trace it before cupping his cheek.
“I’m sorry. I…guess I was,” Finn said.
Brad dipped down and gave him a soft, forgiving kiss. “That’s okay. Idolike topping, but I like bottoming as well, especially if it’s what my partner prefers.” There went that eyebrow again, and Brad huffed. “Okay, I know sometimes I can be a bit of a—what did Chloe say, a people pleaser?” Perhaps “a little bit” was an understatement; even he knew that much. “Iswear, though, I like bottoming. I have an entire drawer full of dildos at home that would attest to that.”
Finn sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, and his cheeks blazed against Brad’s palm. He swiped his thumb over the warm skin as he continued. “As my test results alluded to, it can be quite a while between folks.” Brad shrugged. “And even then, most people look at me and assume exactly what you did. So, that means when I have the opportunity to bottom, I’m even more likely to take it.”
The shift in Finn’s body was small, but Brad felt like he was becoming hyper-attuned to the smaller man. His shoulders rolled back, and his feet settled more firmly into the well-worn carpet.
“Okay, then yeah, I guess I can show you how these work,” Finn said.
He broke their connection to snatch up the three items and toss the now empty bag onto the floor. He placed the air horn device and lube on the nightstand before glancing at his underwear and then at Brad’s boxers.
Not needing to be asked twice, Brad dropped them to the floor. He savored Finn’s look of shock, which morphed into pure lust as Brad dragged his hand up and down his dick a few times. He’d been craving some sort of friction since he pushed Finnagainst the wall of the bar over an hour earlier, but his own hand was barely sufficient.
Finn’s hands tightened around the dildo, and his tongue slipped out to wet his bottom lip. Brad’s dick pulsed in his hand, but he reminded it, and himself, to be patient.
“I think it’s your turn,” Brad coaxed.
Finn hesitated briefly, but with one more glance at Brad’s rapidly hardening dick, he slid his thumbs under the black straps and shoved them down his legs. He had to maneuver and twist a few times, and while he was at it, he kicked off his socks, too. Suddenly, he was stark naked in Brad’s hotel room, and Brad’s hand stilled as he took in his former best friend and soon-to-be lover.
Finn was long and lean, with soft-looking skin running from his blush-mottled neck down to a fluff of dark hair at his crotch. The pink head of his dick was peeking out, and Brad had the nearly overwhelming urge to drop to his knees and suck it. He forced himself to continue his downward appraisal until he reached the few dark hairs scattered across his toes, and then he dragged his gaze back up to Finn’s hooded emerald eyes.
“So unbelievably gorgeous,” Brad said, and Finn shrugged one shoulder.
Brad was tempted to wax poetic about how god damn beautiful Finn was, but as he stepped around Brad to grab the lube, the muscles around Finn’s spine visibly bunched up. The heat chose that moment to cut out, and the room fell uncomfortably silent.
Brad was already growing accustomed to helping Finn get his words out when it seemed like he couldn’t find them in that gorgeous head of his. Maybe he needed to help get the ball rolling here as well.
He stepped up behind Finn, pressing his overheated torso to Finn’s slightly chilled back. “So, I’m assuming that this part—”Brad wrapped an arm around Finn so he could run his pointer finger over the curved, much smaller end of the dildo. “—goes inside you?”
Finn quivered in his arms. “Yes.”
“I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that you need lube to do that. Do you also need prep?”
Finn tilted back onto his heels until he was leaning a fair amount of his weight into Brad’s chest. “Yes,” he murmured.
Brad wrapped his other arm around Finn’s waist, so he didn’t risk falling over. “Can I help you with that?”
