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He didn’t stop to wonder if there would ever be a next time. Instead, he nipped at the place where Finn’s neck met his shoulders. At Finn’s happy-sounding noise, he bit down.
Finn moaned against his hand, much quieter than before, and Brad took a chance and pulled his hand away.
“Yes, sweethea–”
“So close!” Finn gasped, grabbing Brad’s hand holding the stroker and tipping his wrist down. This caused the head of the stroker to press on Finn’s dick and push some of the foreskin back. “Oh god!”
Finn’s legs squeezed shut, his shoulders curled in, and his abs clenched against Brad’s arm as he bent in half. Brad wished his fingers were still inside him, so he could feel the rush of wetness as opposed to just watching it drip out around the dildo.
“Brad!” Finn choked out, and he yanked Brad’s hand to the side, sending the stroker skittering across the bed.
The sound of Finn’s labored breath filled the room, along with the warm smell of Finn’s release. Brad hadn’t thought through the consequences of having sex in his room, but now he was going to have to—or, maybe, get to?—sleep in a room reeking of Finn and sweat and pleasure.
Finn slowly unfurled himself, leaning back into Brad’s arms and closing his eyes. The dildo was still sticking up between his legs, and it twitched every few seconds, much like Brad’s dick was twitching against Finn’s damp lower back.
“I need…a few minutes…then you'd better make good on your promise.”
“Oh, you mean the maple candies?” Brad teased. “Sure, sweetheart, I’d be happy to grab them for you.”
He wasn’t sure where this playful side of himself had come from. Most of his hookups were so fast, clothes being ripped off only to be replaced an hour or so later, that he never got to have fun like this. Tonight, he was filled with a bubbly joy that keptcoming out as jokes and teasing. Thank god Finn kept humoring him.
Finn tilted sideways, so only one shoulder was balanced on Brad’s chest, and he craned his neck to look up at Brad’s face. “If you leave this bed, I will chase you, catch you, bend you over, and fuck you senseless.”
Brad’s heart launched itself off a cliff, entering a free fall that felt a little like flying.
He lowered his head until he could speak the words directly into Finn’s ear. “And I’d let you catch me every time, gorgeous.”
6
FINN
If someone had toldFinn 48 hours ago that he would be knuckle-deep in Brad Willson, the heat of their combined pleasure warming the stuffy hotel room around them, he would have asked them what planet they were living on.
“Oh, fuck, yes…right there,” Brad groaned as Finn crooked three fingers inside him.
Brad was lying on his back, an arm thrown over his forehead and his legs splayed open in a diamond shape. Finn was kneeling between his legs, his strapless strap bobbing up and down with every thrust of his fingers.
He didn’t usually have sex with other people using this particular strap. The few times he’d tried had been overwhelming, trying to focus on keeping his muscles clenched while also thrusting and pleasuring his partner. On top of that, if he managed to get the placement of it right, the grind and drag against his prostate was beyond distracting. Finn preferred to be in control, and a strap-on harness allowed him to still seek a bit of pleasure by grinding his dick against the base when he wanted to.
He’d never had anyone ride him using the strapless strap. The idea sank into his bone marrow, aching and pulling on him until he felt like a puppet, hands moving through the motions of prepping Brad’s impressively well-groomed hole. He wondered if maybe that was what Brad had meant about “cleaning up” before Finn came over. Although the room was also suspiciously clutter-free, and if Finn remembered correctly, Brad’s childhood bedroom had been a war zone.
“Finn,” Brad whimpered, and Finn forced his attention back to the situation, quite literally, at hand.
Sex was one of the few times he wasusuallyable to focus his meandering and looping thoughts. Outside of sex, it was anyone’s guess where his thoughts and attention would go. His therapist said his tendency to trail off and lose track of what he was saying was a stress response, coupled with his Inattentive ADHD.
Finn, like many AFAB folk, wasn’t diagnosed when he was a kid. His teachers were too distracted managing crowded classrooms, and his dad had been far too busy in his own head to deal with Finn’s struggles with his. It hadn’t been until he’d come out as trans and begun speaking with the college counselor that he understood he’d been masking ADHD his whole life. She’d helped him unpack why he’d struggled more in classes he wasn’t interested in and why he would stop speaking when he was stressed or overwhelmed, preferring to stay quiet and observe or pass the time daydreaming.
Aside from his gender presentation, it was one of the most significant differences between his high school self and now. Brad didn’t seem to mind, though. If anything, he’d been actively picking up sentences Finn lost track of and had even helped initiate their little show-and-tell session with Finn’s toys.
“Sweetheart?” Brad called, grabbing his wrist to stop his thrusting.
Finn glanced up—and immediately got lost again in the sweet expression on Brad’s face. He traced the lines around Brad’s mouth, wondering if Brad would mind if he kissed each one, documenting and studying all the time that had passed since they’d last seen each other.
Brad laughed, and Finn met his gaze.
“You with me?” Brad asked.
Finn nodded and pulled his hand back, rubbing the extra wetness on his dildo. “Yes, sorry, I’m…kind of excited and also a little overwhelmed, so I…” He held his clean hand up next to his head and wiggled his fingers in the air. He knew that wasn’t much of an explanation, but there was no way he was going to discuss diagnoses and neurodivergence right now. They’d never get back on track if he did.
