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“I…maybe,” Finn said, reaching over Brad’s back to place the other four candies down so they didn’t melt in his hand.
Brad watched him, his eyes hungry—and definitely not for anything maple flavored.
“I would give my left nut to see you in those.”
“Brad!” he gasped, clutching at his bare neck. How convenient that he’d left his pearls at home but had brought his lacy panties.
“Please, sweetheart?” Brad begged, wrapping Finn up in his arms in a way that was completely unfair. “You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable, but I would genuinely love to see them. I don’t know how long it will be until we can have another fun, sexy sleepover, and I want to take advantage of every little thing we can.”
Finn rubbed his hand down Brad’s chest, savoring every tiny ridge and bump. He didn’t know if he could let himself believe there was going to be a next time outside of the reunion.
“Well…we have tomorrow night, too,” Finn said. “And we’re not leaving until Monday.”
“Neither am I! So, we have at least two more nights.”
Finn burrowed deeper into Brad’s arms. “I’ll wear my sexy panties for you tomorrow night. It can be a special prom night treat.”
Finn felt more than heard Brad’s breath catch. “That…sounds really nice, actually.”
“You’re absurd,” Finn said, as his eyes began to shut.
“No one else has ever called me that,” Brad whispered as he pulled the blankets tighter around them.
“Well, maybe no one has ever seen you the way I do.”
Peaceful silence settled over them, and before Finn could consider going to get his toothbrush or even a pair of sleeping boxers, he drifted off to sleep.
7
BRAD
A knockat the door brought Brad to semi-consciousness. His chest felt heavy but also pleasantly warm. Warmer than he’d felt in years. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d shared a bed with someone for a whole night.
Grumbling near Brad’s ear woke him up a bit more. “Mmmm, five more minutes,” Finn said, snuggling deeper into Brad’s arms.
All things considered, Brad wouldn’t mind waking up like this every morning—minus the knocking.
He did a quick assessment, noting the sheets pooled around their waists and the blanket, which one of them must have kicked off during the night, tangled at the bottom of the bed. They were both very naked, and Finn had his leg thrown over Brad’s hip.
Another knock sounded, this time accompanied by a way too chipper voice. “Good morning, boys!” Chloe didn’t just sound awake; she sounded like she was enjoying this. “It’s almost eight, and I’m sure you’ll want some coffee and cinnamon rolls before we start the day at Mom’s!”
Finn shifted again, this time mumbling something that could either have been “chuck your coffee and cinnamon rolls” or “fuck” them. Honestly, both were valid.
There was an even louder knock, and Brad wished there was something in the vicinity he could throw at the door. His aim had deteriorated since high school, but he could still hit a three-foot by seven-foot rectangle, right?
“I’ll be in the lobby,” Chloe called out, “and I expect to see you both in fifteen minutes, or I’ll have the very nice front desk man call your room on repeat.”
Finn lifted his head, his eyes still mostly closed. “Why?” he called, his voice breaking and crackling like a bad radio frequency.
“Because I love you both and want to spend as much time with you as I can!”
Brad’s heart attempted to leap out of his chest, and he tightened his grip around Finn’s back. “You don’t like to play fair, do you?”
“No, never!” she sang, tapping on the door twice in quick succession before presumably skipping off to the elevators. At least, that’s how Brad pictured her—always so full of life and mischief.
Finn slowly lifted his head, revealing a bit of drool pooled in the corner of his lip. Brad wiped it away with his thumb, and Finn gifted him the sleepiest, sweetest smile.
“I’m going to need real coffee,” Finn grumbled as his eyes slowly closed and he flopped his head back onto Brad’s chest.
