Page 48 of Cosy & Chill
Finn flushed at the reminder. “We didn’t do anything.”
“Would you have wanted to? Do something, I mean.”
“What do you think?” Finn leaned, but a massive yawn derailed his attempt at another passionate kiss.
“Come on, bed.” Leo took his hand and towed him out of the kitchen. “If we zip our sleeping bags together, we can snuggle until we fall asleep. How about that?”
“Wait.” Finn stopped his progress. “We need to lock the doors.”
“Don’t worry. I did it before I came up. I’ve checked the store and made sure all the lights are off.”
“That’s not remotely sexy,” Finn grumbled as he made his way up the stairs. “Yawning my head off, worrying about locked doors…”
Leo caught him on the landing and pulled Finn’s back flush against his front. “You’re sexy whatever state you’re in,” he breathed against Finn’s cheek. “Apologies if I haven’t mentioned that before. It’s not easy to hide, though.” He leaned harder against Finn and felt his shiver. “See? Now come on. I don’t want you to fall asleep standing to attention.”
Finn spluttered, but he moved, just as eager as Leo to get to bed.
Moving Finn’s sleeping bag into Leo’s bedroom and zipping the two bags together was the work of moments.
“Why does it feel different from last night?” Leo wondered when they were both in the bag, trying to get comfortable and failing. He’d gone to bed in boxers and a T-shirt, reasoning they could take them off if they got that far. He’d not expected his fingers to itch with the need to touch Finn’s skin.
“No idea.” Finn yawned and slid a bit closer. “I’ve never jumped into bed with a guy. Maybe it’s because it was calculated rather than spontaneous?”
“Ooh, long words.” Leo didn’t comment on Finn’s admission. There was no reason for them to feel awkward with each other. “As long as it’s not because we’ve only known each other for—”
Finn’s lips came down on his, ending question time. He tasted of mint and mouthwash, and when Leo ran his tongue over Finn’s lower lip, he moaned softly and opened his mouth.
Leo buried one hand in Finn’s hair while the other stroked bare skin just under the edge of Finn’s T-shirt. Finn seemed just as eager, hands roaming and body rocking against Leo while they devoured each other’s mouths.
Leo had no thought of finesse, of drawing things out and making them last. He kissed a trail along Finn’s jaw and down his neck, while Finn’s tiny moans drove him out of his mind. Their rocking grew harder, more urgent. Finn gripped Leo’s hips hard enough to bruise. And when Leo found the hollow of Finn’s throat and licked—very gently—Finn arched with a groan and sticky warmth spread between their bodies.
The tiny bit of extra heat tipped Leo over the edge, too, and for a long while they clung to each other in the dark with their heavy breathing the only sound in the room.
It took effort for Leo to strip off his T-shirt to clean up the mess between them, but he let go of Finn long enough to accomplish it.
When they curled around each other afterwards and settled into sleep, all awkwardness between them had vanished.
