Page 35 of Brad & Finn
“I’m being serious, Finn,” Brad whispered, brushing his lips softly over Finn’s. “I want to know how it works for you and what you like.”
Finn captured his mouth in another aching kiss, then he turned around with a put-upon sigh. “Okay. Do you want me to put it in, or–”
“I’d like to, if that’s okay,” Brad said, hanging on tight to his newly acquired toy.
“The long end and the base are both adjustable. I think for now it can be like this, sort of an acute angle, but we’ll want it to be more of a right angle later.”
Brad grabbed the lube and added more to the bulbous end as he planted soft kisses along Finn’s neck. “Oooh, yes, talk geometry to me.”
“You’re absurd,” Finn laughed.
Brad sucked in a sharp breath, the phrase landing like a blow to his chest. Finn had said that to him more times than he could count—at the lunch table, on the football field, and even at the beginning of the spin-the-bottle game. Brad had purposefully sat on the other side of the circle from Finn, claiming out loud that he was pretty sure the bottle was more likely to stop at precisely 180 degrees from the person who spun it. He’d been talking shit since he wasn’t good at geometry, even back then, and yet somehow, his luck had panned out. Finn had called him absurd, and then he’d uttered it a second time when Brad’s plan actually worked.
Brad closed his eyes against the onslaught of memories. “Finn, do…do you remember…”
He wasn’t able to finish his question. There were so many moments he could ask about, so much shared history they couldparse through and analyze. Had it always been leading to this moment? To Brad, holding Finn in his arms, unwilling to ever let go?
Brad was brought back to the present when Finn leaned the side of his head against Brad’s. “Yeah…I remember everything about that night.”
Both of Brad’s hands were sticky now, but he shifted around until he could kiss Finn again, unconcerned about what this would probably do to his back in the morning—or Finn’s, since he had an old injury to contend with.
When he ended the kiss, a string of saliva connected their mouths. He felt like his heart was experiencing the same kind of tether, reaching out of his chest and into Finn’s back, bypassing bones and cartilage until it connected to Finn’s heart.
In that moment, he vowed to do his best not to let it snap whenever they inevitably had to pull back.
“Brad,” Finn pleaded, “I’m ready. Please.”
Finn canted his hips up towards the dildo Brad was still holding uselessly in his hand.
He double checked that it was still wet with lube before bringing it between Finn’s legs. The angle wasn’t as easy as it would have been if he was facing Finn, but then he wouldn’t get to feel the way Finn’s body rose off the bed as the bulbous tip pressed inside him.
“Ahhh!” Finn cried as Brad wiggled it back and forth, allowing it to slide deeper into him. “So close…you’re so—there!”
Brad levered his hand down, forcing the dildo to press up exactly where Finn asked for it. Finn convulsed, his shoulders curving in as his legs tried to close around the toy.
“Uh-uh,” Brad said, dropping the dildo in favor of gripping Finn’s legs, forcing them to stay open.
“Fuck! I–I need–” Finn whimpered.
Brad bit into the soft shell of Finn’s ear. “Do what you need, gorgeous. I want to see.”
Finn grasped the long end of the dildo and began stroking it up and down, like Brad had been stroking his dick before.
“I…like to…to stroke it…while I either stroke myself or use that,” Finn panted, tipping his head towards the nightstand.
Brad grabbed the device and brought it into Finn’s line of sight.
“It’s aptly named a ‘stroker,’ and I put it right on top of my dick.”
There was an on/off switch, as well as an up and down button on the handle. He switched it on, and it started making a soft chugging noise. Without stopping to consider the consequences, Brad pressed the hole of the toy against the outside of his thigh, only realizing too late that if the chugging noise was suctioning, it was going to leave a wild-looking hickey on his leg. Fortunately, the toy seemed to be blowing air out instead of sucking it in.
He clicked the up button, causing it to pulse faster, and with little fanfare and no warning, he placed the ridged hole on the head of Finn’s dick and pressed down.
Finn’s shout was so loud, Brad covered his mouth on instinct. He winced when he noticed there was still some lube on his hand from the toy. Finn didn’t seem to care, shoving his mouth against Brad’s palm and shouting again as his hand blurred along the dildo.
“That’s it, show me exactly what you do,” Brad urged. “Wanna watch you come apart in my arms, then I can ride you and make you come again.”
Finn cried out, and Brad’s dick throbbed painfully against his back. Next time, he could prep Finn’s back hole—assuming he was okay with that—and Finn could be writhing and bucking on his dick instead of between Brad’s legs.
