Page 32 of Brad & Finn
“So are you. God, your muscles,” Finn groaned as he dug his fingers into the meat of Brad’s lower back.
He thrust his hips forward in response, catching Finn on the side of the stomach.
“I want you,” Brad said, scratching his nails gently down Finn’s back.
Finn glanced at the dresser. “I, uh…brought what I have with me. It’s not much, since I didn’t envision myself having sex on this trip, but…”
Brad nodded his head in the other direction, towards the nightstand. “I have condoms and lube?”
Finn gasped, and Brad jerked back in surprise. Finn’s face was a chaotic mix of shock and something else that didn’t look happy.
“Damn, I’ve been out of the game for a while, but still, we probably should have done this first,” Finn said, diving for his discarded pants and rooting around until he unearthed his phone. He sprang back to his feet, and Brad tried not to get distracted by the way Finn’s ass flexed against the black straps of his underwear.
“I have test results,” Finn said, jerking Brad’s attention back. “They’re…well, a bit old, but still up to date.” He flicked through his phone, his scowl growing more pronounced as he seemed to scroll quite far back.
Brad shook his head, dispelling the initial shock from Finn’s outburst, and fetched his phone from where it was charging on the nightstand. He opened the folder where he kept all hismedical information and scrolled until he found the right one, which was quite a way back. “There’s no shame in that. Mine are from last year, at least.”
He walked back to Finn’s side and handed him his phone. After letting out a triumphant “ha!” Finn handed Brad his phone as well. Finn’s results were dated only a few months before Brad’s. He scanned through the results, noting everything was negative, before handing it back.
He noticed goosebumps forming on Finn’s arms, and he wished he’d thought to crank up the heat. He hadn’t anticipated having a prolonged conversation in only their underwear, but it seemed they were both a little out of practice.
“I had HPV when I was in my twenties,” Finn said, taking back his phone and tossing it haphazardly on the bed.
Brad paused with his phone still in his hand. “That’s the really common one, right?”
Finn nodded and crossed his arms over his chest, rubbing them absently. “Yeah, I was lucky our health clinic on campus was able to give me the vaccine, so I don’t think I got the more dangerous variant, but… I was also unlucky because I got it on my very first time.”
The a/c unit under the window chugged to life, belting out lukewarm air and that burning smell most units had when they first turned on. Finn’s shoulders sagged as warm air began churning through the room, and Brad took a chance. He grabbed one of Finn’s arms and pulled until he unfurled them and allowed Brad to hold his hand. “I’m really sorry that happened, Finn.”
Finn huffed and shifted from one foot to the other, a faraway look on his face. “Thanks…it was this whole thing. I didn’t end up having sex until I was two years on T, and I wasn’t great about getting pap smears back then. They’re stressful enough to begin with, and while transitioning, it was all a bit too much forme. After I had sex, though, Chloe convinced me to get one, and the positive test sort of set me back on track. I had positive pap smears for a few years after that, and then it thankfully cleared up. I still get tested every few years, and that report should have my most recent negative test result, but I just wanted to… Well, I don’t really know why I wanted to tell you that, but there you go.”
He fidgeted, his free hand rubbing absently across his ribs, a few inches below one of his top surgery scars. Brad tossed his phone down next to Finn’s and pulled him into a hug.
“I appreciate you telling me, sweetheart. I’m happy to hear anything and everything about you.” Brad leaned down to kiss him, but realized maybe he should clarify. “I mean–not that it was necessarily a happy story, but I…I want to hear all your stories, happy or otherwise.”
Finn gazed up at him, but a cloud seemed to be graying out his beautiful eyes, and Brad worried he’d said the wrong thing or that Finn regretted sharing something so personal with him. Brad appreciated more than he could express that Finn was being so open with him and wasn’t holding pieces of himself or his transness back. It made everything that was happening between them feel more real.
“A bunch of football players got scabies from sharing towels in the locker room sophomore year of college,” Brad blurted out. He hadn’t intended to share that, but as Finn’s eyes brightened in surprise, Brad realized it had been the right thing to say. It was a piece of his history he could share, something to show Finn he wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable, too. “I’ll never forget getting marched from the coaches’ office down to the health clinic as a team and being lectured by this five-foot-nothing nurse who always seemed to be kinda angry.”
A laugh that was closer to a giggle escaped Finn’s lips, and he buried his face in Brad’s chest. “I’d be angry, too, since you all obviously didn’t watch those videos on proper hygiene!”
“They were so boring!” Brad joked, ghosting the tips of his fingers down Finn’s spine.
Finn shivered at the touch, and his hands, which were gripping Brad’s hip bones, trembled.
“If you’re okay with changing the subject?” Brad asked, nuzzling his nose into the hair at Finn’s temple. He waited until Finn nodded before saying, “I think you were about to tell me about what you brought?”
Finn stiffened before slowly peeling his fingers off of Brad’s hips to retrieve his bag. There was something achingly familiar about the soft noise his feet made on the faded brown carpet. It reminded Brad of football practice, when Finn would walk by his side onto the lush, grassy field, only to break away to meet Chloe or Kendall.
It was just them now, though. Finn, in his achingly sexy jock strap, his hips swinging with every step as he returned to Brad’s side with his bag. Brad couldn’t help but plant one more solid kiss on his lips before gesturing for him to unpack the bag.
Finn wasted no time upending three items onto the ugly duvet. The first was a bottle of lube with a brand name Brad didn’t recognize. It looked nice, though, much better than the drug store brand Brad usually bought. The second was some sort of toy that Brad could only think to describe as an air horn. The handle was curved to fit in someone’s hand, with four buttons on it, and the “horn” part of the toy had a textured hole in it. The last item looked like a silicone dildo on one end with a curved, bulbous shape on the other.
Now, Brad would never claim to be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he could put two and two together and mostly figureout what the two mystery items were for; he just didn’t know how Finn would want to use them.
“I have to admit, I don’t have a lot of experience with either of these,” Brad said, gesturing at the two toys.
“That’s okay. Again, I originally brought them for my own—uhm, fun, but I thought maybe we could get some use out of them together? If you’re not interested, though, you could just fuck me.”
