Page 38 of Brad & Finn
“God, your dick feels so good inside me…Finn!” Brad’s voice cracked, and he let out an actual whimper when Finn tilted his hips up and began meeting Brad on every bounce.
“Yes! Fuck—right there!”
Finn wrapped his fingers around Brad’s dick and made a fist, letting Brad thrust into it with a series of increasingly filthy moans.
“Shit…I’m getting close…call me ‘babe’ again,” Brad said.
Finn was so surprised, he opened his hand, and Brad’s dick returned to bouncing in front of him. Finn’s mind went completely blank, and he didn’t know what else to do, so he laughed. When Brad pouted, he laughed again.
“What?” Brad said, his lip jutting out. “You like it when I call you ‘sweetheart,’ right? That’s why I kept calling you that after blurting it out the first time.”
Finn shook his head in mirth but then quickly switched to nodding because, yes, dammit, he loved it, and he didn’t want Brad to stop.
“Well,” Brad said, his pout moving into his voice as he continued to rock his hips, “I liked it when you called me ‘babe.’”
What was Finn going to do with this absolutely absurd man?
Give him anything he wanted, that’s what.
“Come on, babe, work those hips for me,” Finn said.
He threw out his hand and fisted the edge of the other pillow, tossing it behind his head and shoulders so he could sit up. Now he was able to grab Brad’s hip in one hand and his dick in the other.
“Oh, fuck?—”
“That’s it,” Finn said, his brain finally getting with the program and completely locking in. “Look at you taking my dick so well. A little more, babe, you can do it. You’re so close; I can feel it.”
He thrust his hips up, hitting resistance as Brad tightened around the dildo.
“Finn,” he cried, and his movements became erratic as he desperately thrust his hips into Finn’s hand and rocked back down on Finn’s length.
“You’re so perfect…so sexy… Come for me, babe,” Finn whispered, repeating Brad’s words from before.
Brad jerked forward, bending the dildo until it clicked into a lower position. He wrapped his hands underneath Finn’s shoulders and used him as leverage to rock his hips faster, thrusting into the channel created between Finn’s fist and his belly.
“Missed you…so much,” Brad whimpered, and then he was coming, his fingers digging in painfully as his hips jerked and wetness splattered across Finn’s chest.
He dragged Brad into a kiss, swallowing down his moans and any more achingly sweet words he might try to say. The first kiss was sloppy and a bit disjointed, but as their lips bumped and rubbed, the next kiss turned syrupy sweet, and Brad tangled his fingers in Finn’s hair.
Between kisses, Finn whispered, “I missed you, too.” For some reason, it felt more intimate than anything else they’d done that night.
After a few more kisses, Brad gave a guttural groan and flopped off of Finn, landing on his back with a sigh. “We can see each other again, right? Chicago isn’t that far from Indianapolis. I used to drive farther than that for a one-day recruiting visit, so I feel like a weekend trip would be easy.”
Finn smiled at the ceiling as he reached between his damp legs and removed the dildo. It made a lewd, wet noise, and he pushed himself up, readying his shaky legs to stand up and wash it off in the sink.
Brad stopped him by cupping Finn’s hip. He seemed to like doing that, holding parts of Finn in his hand, like treasure.
“If you give me ten, maybe fifteen minutes, I can get you again?” Brad offered.
“Oh, uh, maybe?” Finn said, trying to answer this new question as his mind was still swirling around weekend visits and sleepovers.
“If you’re interested...I’d really like to fuck you.”
Finn swallowed, and even though he knew only he would understand the significance, he nodded his head purposefully and answered both questions. “Yeah…yeah, okay. That sounds good.”
He hid away in the bathroom for a little over ten minutes, cleaning his toy and peeing twice, for good measure.
When he came out, Brad was slowly stroking himself, his dick semi-hard and slowly growing with each stroke. Finn wanted to offer to suck him to hardness, but his dick gave a wanton pulse, and he scrambled onto the bed, straddling Brad’s legs instead.
