Page 60 of Cosy & Chill
Transformation
“Finn!” Leo’s shout echoed through the house, and it sounded urgent. Finn slammed the oven door and raced up the stairs.
“What?”
“Just…” Leo sounded strangled. “Come look.”
The moment he set foot into his bedroom, he understood. Roisin, in her top-down approach to decorating, had reached the third floor, and she hadn’t pulled her punches. The once nearly empty bedroom now held a huge sleigh bed, two massive chests of drawers, and two bedside cabinets. To complement the dark oak furniture, Roisin had painted the walls in warm gold, and chosen cream and beige rugs to cover the wooden floors.
As bedrooms went, it was so warm and cosy it eased Leo’s shivers and relaxed his stiff shoulders.
It also made Finn spitting mad.
“This is insane!” he sputtered. “I was out for maybe an hour this afternoon. Bringing in and setting up all this furniture must take longer than that. And she painted the whole room and cleaned the windows in that time as well? If I didn't know better, I’d think I’m going mad. Maybe I’m not actually awake? Maybe I’ve been hit by a car and I’m in a coma and dreaming. Because in what world does any of that—”
Leo’s arms, wrapping tightly around his waist, stopped his rant and returned him to the here and now.
“Oh rats! I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—”
“Shh. It’s fine. I grant that it all feels rather insane,” Leo rumbled in his ear. “But does that mean you don't want to share this fabulous bed with me tonight?”
Finn felt a wave of heat from his hairline all the way to his toes, and the shiver following in its wake was delicious. “We might wake up on the floor when it strikes midnight,” he quipped even as he laced his fingers through Leo’s, where they lay over his stomach, and gripped him tight. “Or in the basement.”
“Maybe. I was never one for looking a gift horse in the mouth. I’m all for making the most of what lands in my lap.” He tightened his arms and nuzzled under Finn's jaw, chuckling softly when Finn shivered. “Yeah, that.”
The low register of his voice vibrated over Finn’s skin. He tore himself out of Leo’s hold, so he wouldn't drag him to the bed right there and then. Leo needed to thaw out and they were both hungry, but after that…
“I’ll go check on the stew,” Finn said, not looking at Leo. “You came up to have a bath, remember? And before you ask, no, I won’t join you. Because letting a fabulous stew go to waste is just wrong.” He clung to that, even though he’d forgotten why, and escaped down the stairs to the kitchen.
They would eat and relax, and when they went upstairs to try out that bed maybe he'd be brave enough to ask Leo to fuck him.
The big bed was on Leo’s mind in a way their shared sleeping bag hadn’t ever been. Despite feeling thoroughly chilled after a day spent outside, he hadn’t lingered in the bath. Neither had he done anything about his straining erection. He could wait until he had Finn naked between those soft sheets.
They’d traded hand jobs and blowjobs so far, content with learning each other. Judging by Finn's hasty retreat from the bedroom, and the blush that wasn't fading, maybe they’d go further tonight. Leo was grateful that he'd stocked up on lube and condoms. Because if Finn was ready to play, he wouldn't say no.
They shared the beef stew and mash, but their minds were not on their dinner. Even Finn’s worry about Roisin's uncanny talents was taking a backseat to desire, and Leo didn't argue.
They didn’t linger over the food, but they washed the dishes before finishing their wine in front of the fire. Leo had touched Finn as they ate, gentle explorations with fingertips. Now Finn returned the favour with bolder caresses, and when he shifted to straddle Leo's lap, Leo just managed to set down his wineglass before it went flying.
“Someone's eager.”
Finns slid close and rubbed his erection against Leo's belly. “You can always say no.”
“Do I look stupid? I've enjoyed everything we've done sleeping on the narrow airbed. Imagine how much more I'm going to enjoy myself on the mattress-covered playground upstairs.”
Finn stilled in his arms. “I’ve not done that before,” he reminded Leo. “Have sex like that, I mean. I want—”
Leo slid his palms down Finn’s back to clutch his arse and draw him closer. “Tell me.”
“I want to know what it's like. I've only used fingers and toys. That's only so much fun if you're trying to be quiet and listen for footsteps on the stairs.”
“Not something you need to worry about here. You can make all the noise you want. We can even start by you doing me if you'd rather.”
“You'd like that?” Finn leaned back to see his face.
Leo grinned. “I like it both ways,” he said. “And all the other ways, too.”
“Then what are we still doing down here?”
