Page 70 of Brad & Finn
Finn slotted his hand in Brad’s and pulled him out the door.
They managed to remain relatively respectable on the walk back, and they even made it through the lobby. The instant the elevator doors creaked shut, Finn practically climbed on top of him.
“Finn—mmmm…which room?” he mumbled against Finn’s needy lips.
“Yours. Think I left my stuff?—”
“You did,” Brad said, and he tried not to remember the wretched feeling he’d had looking at the discarded toys the previous night. “Okay, let me get my key—” He let out a very undignified squeak as Finn slid his hand down the back of Brad’s joggers. “Sweetheart, it’s not in there, I promise.”
Finn growled against his throat and squeezed his ass again. Brad laughed and turned to press him into the wall, causing the elevator to make a very concerning noise. He took advantage of Finn’s momentary distraction to pull his wallet out of his pocket. Finn snatched it from him, and as soon as the elevator doors opened, he took off down the hall.
Brad jogged after him and caught up right as Finn pushed the door open. He cringed at the state of the place, but Finn barely batted an eye as he marched inside…straight over to the pile of maple candies.
“You little shit,” Brad muttered as Finn popped a candy in his mouth and moaned. “Can you be trusted alone?” Brad asked, making his way over to the bathroom. He needed a few minutes to get himself together, and Finn seemed like he was plenty capable of entertaining himself.
Finn grinned around the candy in his mouth and nodded. Brad shook his head before darting into the bathroom. Thankfully, the sandwich had done wonders in settling his stomach, and it took him only a few minutes to sort himself out before he emerged and offered Finn a turn in the bathroom.
The troublemaker sauntered by him, his cheeks full of candies.
Brad crossed his arms over his chest, aware of what it did to his biceps, and leaned against the dresser. Fine, two could play this game. He would stand here, cool as a cucumber, and wait for Finn.
His dick didn’t give a shit about his posturing, though, and started to press against the soft fabric of his pants as he remembered the way Finn’s moan had sounded a few minutes earlier.
It didn’t take long for Finn to emerge from the bathroom, his mouth empty, and a slight smirk on his lips. The smirk didn’t last long, though, as he took in Brad’s stance, his flexed arm muscles, and his tented pants.
“So…you wanted to take a nap?” Finn asked, slowly licking his bottom lip.
“We could,” Brad said, turning his wrist against his chest so his bicep popped even more.
“Do you always sleep naked, or…”
Brad tilted his hips forward, pressing his now straining erection against his pants. “Oh, yeah, definitely.”
Finn’s eyes, which were darkening by the second, said he knew Brad was lying, but he was also pretty sure Finn wasn’tgenuinely offering to nap. “Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you from your nap.”
Finn hooked his fingers in the bottom of his sweatshirt and pulled it off over his head. His t-shirt came next, and Brad had to lock his knees so he didn’t dive at his…well, he still wasn’t quite sure what to call Finn.
“Your turn,” Finn said, repeating words that felt like they’d happened weeks ago, not days.
Brad yanked off his hoodie and t-shirt in one go. Finn sank his two front teeth into his bottom lip and reached for his jeans, but froze before he could get the button undone.
“Uhm…” he said, glancing up at Brad and then down at his pants. “I don’t know if this should be embarrassing to admit, but…I wasn’t very active at prom, or afterwards, so…I didn’t change underwear this morning.”
Well, that was not what he’d been expecting Finn to say. “That’s alright. I slept in that bed, in my running clothes, without showering, so…come to think of it, I guess we should probably use the other one.”
Finn’s brow furrowed, and he absently drummed his fingers against the waistband of his jeans. “Uh, sure, but…that’s not…” He closed his eyes and, with a sigh, undid and shoved down his jeans.
Brad did his absolute best to school his features, but he was pretty sure his jaw hit the floor before he could catch it.
Finn was wearing what Brad could say, with one hundred percent confidence, were red lacy panties. They hugged his soft belly and covered a few inches of his thighs. The front area had what looked like a red fabric pouch, which held Finn’s packer.
His cheeks were almost as red as the panties, but he wouldn’t meet Brad’s eyes. When they’d walked in, Finn had been playful and flirty, and now he looked almost shy, and Brad decided maybe calm, cool, and collected was the wrong approach.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Brad whispered, and Finn’s shoulders lifted towards his ears, but his lips curved up. “Come here.”
When Finn raised his gaze to meet Brad’s, a bit of that playfulness was back. Instead of walking over to Brad, he took two steps forward and then turned around, bending over just enough that the frilled edges of the panties slid up, revealing the supple curves of his ass.
“Fuck,” Brad breathed, and he pushed off the dresser and stalked over to his… Okay, he had to ask. “Finn, are we…”
