Page 74 of Brad & Finn
“Finn!” Brad shouted as he arched his back into the touch.
As a matter of fact, Finn was pretty sure he had a complete set of restraints, a dumb purchase he’d made in the back of a Spencer’s with Kendall in his mid-twenties. He’d made several dumb purchases that day.
“It’s probably with the ‘monster brand’ dildo,” he mused, curling his fingers in quotation marks inside Brad, just to watch him squirm. “I bought the tentacle one.”
Brad’s entire body was shaking, and Finn’s attention snapped to Brad’s dick as it quivered and jerked, leaking a shiny bead of precum onto his trembling abs.
“Finn…sweetheart…” Brad grunted.
He waited for Finn to look up at him before he pointed two fingers at his eyes and then one down at the dildo.
A flash fire of emotions ripped through Finn’s chest: affection and appreciation for this amazing man who wanted tobe with him, yearning to try anything andeverythingwith him in bed—and out—as well as a vulnerable tenderness Finn wasn’t sure what to do with. He decided being a little shit was the only way to quell the tide, so he scissored his fingers, creating a sort of runway, and pressed the dildo in alongside them.
Brad screamed, and Finn grabbed onto the sound and locked it tight in his memory. He would for sure be replaying that on lonely nights in his Indianapolis condo.
As he slowly thrust the dildo in and out, he drank in every sound and twitch, tried to catalogue the looks of awe and pleasure crossing Brad’s handsome face, and forced his brain to memorize the shape Brad’s spine made when he was in ecstasy.
Far too soon, Finn found himself suddenly on his back, Brad looming over him. He could just barely see the flared bulb of the dildo hanging down between Brad’s legs.
“You…are…absurd,” Brad panted.
Finn smirked up at him. “Takes one to know one.”
In an impressively coordinated maneuver, especially given how hard Brad was still shaking, he slid his arms under Finn, angled his hips just right, and slid into Finn with one hard stroke.
They both cried out, and Finn made a desperate, needy noise when Brad tilted his hips and rubbed his pelvic bone against Finn’s dick.
“Oh, god?—”
“Yes,” Brad growled. He snapped his hips, causing a shiver to run down Finn’s spine. “Oh, fuck, yes.”
Finn’s mind tried desperately to hang onto something, like the way Brad’s beard raked along Finn’s neck or how the wings of Brad’s shoulder blades were the exact size of Finn’s hands. He held onto them like handles as Brad shoved his body slowly up the bed. Unfortunately, he wasn’t able to hold onto any of these thoughts for long. For several minutes, he lost himself entirelyin the drag and grind of their bodies. It was far too sappy to say they were made for each other, but Brad’s dick did feel pretty perfect. It stretched him and reached deep inside him, rubbing and pressing against all the right places. Brad’s body, heavy and sweaty above him, also felt perfect. His weight kept Finn from completely floating away with his thoughts, and his firm grip on Finn’s shoulders made him feel taken care of.
A flash of the purple dildo caught Finn’s attention, and he wrapped his legs around Brad’s back, using his heel to press the dildo deeper into Brad’s hole.
Brad moaned, one long, disjointed but continuous sound, and he began pistoning in and out of Finn. It was glorious and rough and sweaty and quite loud, and Finn got lost again. He heard Brad’s cry of pleasure as he came and just barely registered his own climax. Mostly, he was adrift in the musky scent of their love and the warm, strong arms of his lover.
They took their time washing each other off in the shower, and Finn launched into a much more detailed explanation of every one of his toys, including several he’d forgotten about until he began going through his mental catalogue.
Brad humored him for the entire shower, and at least fifteen minutes in bed, until he finally grabbed Finn and maneuvered them into a sideways sixty-nine shape so he could effectively shut him up with his dick. Still intrigued by his earlier idea, Finn tried to maneuver Brad’s dick and balls out of the way so he could lick his ass, but the angle was all wrong, and once Brad sucked Finn’s dick into his mouth, he gave up.
Their second orgasms wiped them out, and they managed to scoot and shift until Finn was curled up on Brad’s chest. He glanced at the clock and saw they had at least four hours. He poked at Brad’s side until he used his generous wingspan to grab Finn’s cell phone. He shot Chloe a quick text saying they wouldmeet her on the path leading up to the football field, then he set an alarm and flopped down on Brad’s chest.
Brad was quiet, but not the sleeping kind of quiet. He idly drew patterns into Finn’s back until Finn fell into a light doze, occasionally disturbed by Brad shifting around underneath him. He thought he caught whispered words like “gorgeous,” “unbelievable,” and maybe even “lucky.” Finally, Brad fell still, and Finn dropped off to sleep.
He woke up to the incredibly rude sound of his phone alarm going off. Disoriented and uncertain about where he was, he tried to reach out and grab it, but his hand landed on a hairy arm instead. To say he gracefully handled this revelation would be a colossal lie. He jerked upright in surprise and managed to topple off Brad—and off the bed. Thankfully, all the blankets, sheets, and pillows they’d discarded broke his fall, and he ended up with his feet resting on the bed and his back on the floor.
Brad poked his head over the edge, and a slow, very feline-like smile spread across his face. Finn was completely naked, his legs splayed wide open.
“No,” Finn said firmly, like he was talking to Teddy, his dog.
Brad’s lips spread, and he gave a toothy grin that was much more reminiscent of Chloe and Christian’s bratty dog, Shadow.
“Brad, no?—”
“Hi, gorgeous,” Brad all but purred. He ignored Finn and rolled towards the edge of the bed, like he was going to climb down onto the ground with him.
Finn scrambled into a somewhat more dignified sitting position and threw his hand out between them. “We have to go!”
