Page 71 of Brad & Finn
“Going to fuck?” Finn asked, glancing over his shoulder. “I sure hope so, or I amdefinitelyembarrassing myself right now.”
Brad grabbed him by the hips because he couldn’t resist any longer, but he ran one hand around to his sternum and pulled him upright. Finn squirmed against him, pressing and arching until his back was perfectly aligned with Brad’s chest.
“No—I mean, yes! Absolutely, one hundred percent yes, we’re gonna fuck, but I meant what…are we? To each other?” Brad asked.
Finn froze and tilted his head up. “We’re…lovers…right?”
Brad pressed his lips against Finn’s fluttering pulse. “We are. And…maybe one day…boyfriends?”
Finn hummed and grabbed Brad’s hand, moving it up and to the left until it came to rest on his beating heart. “I think after a few more conversations and maybe a couple of actual dates…yeah. I’d like that.”
Brad captured Finn’s mouth in a kiss and let his hands wander across the intricate lace. It was a bit scratchy across his thighs, with his leg hair sticking through the lace in some places, but it was a little softer over top of Finn’s bulge. He stroked it a couple of times, and Finn let out a quiet giggle.
“Christian sewed in the pouch to hold my packer.”
Brad laughed quietly, kissing Finn’s forehead. “It has pockets.”
“It has pockets!” Finn crowed, and he turned around and pressed up on his toes, catching Brad’s grinning lips in a kiss.
Brad took advantage of the position to grope Finn’s beautifully lace-covered ass. Then he slid both hands between Finn’s legs and hefted him up.
“Bradley!” he called, and Brad shook his head. “You are so absurd!”
Brad couldn’t help but notice that, despite his complaining, Finn locked his legs tightly around Brad’s hips.
“I think the urge to pick up and lightly throw around my lover is quite normal and not at all absurd,” he said as he carried Finn over to the slightly cleaner bed.
Instead of answering, Finn took advantage of the fact that he was now taller than Brad and grabbed his face, tilting his head up so he could seal their lips together. Brad reveled in the surprisingly delicious flavor of maple and Finn’s warm, eager mouth. He traced Finn’s lips with the tip of his tongue, and Finn groaned, tipping Brad’s head even further back so he could plunge his tongue into Brad’s mouth.
“Sweetheart,” he groaned, and Finn rocked his hips against Brad’s chest.
Brad tried his best to be gentle, but he’d reached his limit of teasing and playing, and he half-laid, half-tossed Finn down on the bed. He crawled on top of him, kicking off his pants at Finn’s insistence.
Their skin-on-skin contact felt almost decadent after Brad had spent so many hours worrying he’d never get to hug Finn again, let alone have him writhing under him in bed. Finn’s hands danced up and down his spine, causing goosebumps to erupt across his neck and shoulders.
“You’re so sexy,” Brad whispered, pressing an open-mouth kiss to his shoulder.
“So are you,” Finn said, arching up and shoving his packer against Brad’s stomach. It rolled to the side and then jerked back into position with every thrust of Finn’s hips.
“Do you want to keep these on?” Brad asked, brushing his fingers over the side of the panties.
“No…and I want yours off, too,”
Brad gave another very dignified-sounding squeak as Finn used his sock-clad toes to grip the top of Brad’s boxers and push them down his hips. Finn wasn’t able to get them entirely off, but Brad enjoyed watching Finn’s gorgeous body squirm and contort as he tried.
“Brad,” Finn grumbled, finally reaching down to desperately push at the other side of Brad’s boxers.
“Yes, sweetheart? What would you like? Aside from candy and a nap,” Brad teased as he pushed up onto his hands.
Finn’s eyes were the color of absinthe, and just as intoxicating, as he watched Brad slide down his body. “I need—ahhh!” Finn cried, his head falling back as Brad sucked his left nipple into his mouth. He’d noticed that Finn barely reacted when his right one was touched, but made the most delicious sounds for the left one.
“Tell me,” Brad murmured, flicking his tongue lightly against the pebbled bud.
“Brad!” Finn arched his back, but Brad grabbed his hips and pressed them into the mattress.
“Come on, sweetheart…what do you need?”
Finn moaned and dropped his arms out to the side. “You,” he said.
