Page 22 of Brad & Finn (Gomillion High Reunion #3)

Finn huffed and shifted from one foot to the other, a faraway look on his face.

“Thanks…it was this whole thing. I didn’t end up having sex until I was two years on T, and I wasn’t great about getting pap smears back then.

They’re stressful enough to begin with, and while transitioning, it was all a bit too much for me.

After I had sex, though, Chloe convinced me to get one, and the positive test sort of set me back on track.

I had positive pap smears for a few years after that, and then it thankfully cleared up.

I still get tested every few years, and that report should have my most recent negative test result, but I just wanted to…

Well, I don’t really know why I wanted to tell you that, but there you go. ”

He fidgeted, his free hand rubbing absently across his ribs, a few inches below one of his top surgery scars. Brad tossed his phone down next to Finn’s and pulled him into a hug.

“I appreciate you telling me, sweetheart. I’m happy to hear anything and everything about you.” Brad leaned down to kiss him, but realized maybe he should clarify. “I mean–not that it was necessarily a happy story, but I…I want to hear all your stories, happy or otherwise.”

Finn gazed up at him, but a cloud seemed to be graying out his beautiful eyes, and Brad worried he’d said the wrong thing or that Finn regretted sharing something so personal with him.

Brad appreciated more than he could express that Finn was being so open with him and wasn’t holding pieces of himself or his transness back.

It made everything that was happening between them feel more real.

“A bunch of football players got scabies from sharing towels in the locker room sophomore year of college,” Brad blurted out.

He hadn’t intended to share that, but as Finn’s eyes brightened in surprise, Brad realized it had been the right thing to say.

It was a piece of his history he could share, something to show Finn he wasn’t afraid to be vulnerable, too.

“I’ll never forget getting marched from the coaches’ office down to the health clinic as a team and being lectured by this five-foot-nothing nurse who always seemed to be kinda angry. ”

A laugh that was closer to a giggle escaped Finn’s lips, and he buried his face in Brad’s chest. “I’d be angry, too, since you all obviously didn’t watch those videos on proper hygiene!”

“They were so boring!” Brad joked, ghosting the tips of his fingers down Finn’s spine.

Finn shivered at the touch, and his hands, which were gripping Brad’s hip bones, trembled.

“If you’re okay with changing the subject?” Brad asked, nuzzling his nose into the hair at Finn’s temple. He waited until Finn nodded before saying, “I think you were about to tell me about what you brought?”

Finn stiffened before slowly peeling his fingers off of Brad’s hips to retrieve his bag.

There was something achingly familiar about the soft noise his feet made on the faded brown carpet.

It reminded Brad of football practice, when Finn would walk by his side onto the lush, grassy field, only to break away to meet Chloe or Kendall.

It was just them now, though. Finn, in his achingly sexy jock strap, his hips swinging with every step as he returned to Brad’s side with his bag. Brad couldn’t help but plant one more solid kiss on his lips before gesturing for him to unpack the bag.

Finn wasted no time upending three items onto the ugly duvet.

The first was a bottle of lube with a brand name Brad didn’t recognize.

It looked nice, though, much better than the drug store brand Brad usually bought.

The second was some sort of toy that Brad could only think to describe as an air horn.

The handle was curved to fit in someone’s hand, with four buttons on it, and the “horn” part of the toy had a textured hole in it.

The last item looked like a silicone dildo on one end with a curved, bulbous shape on the other.

Now, Brad would never claim to be the sharpest tool in the shed, but he could put two and two together and mostly figure out what the two mystery items were for; he just didn’t know how Finn would want to use them.

“I have to admit, I don’t have a lot of experience with either of these,” Brad said, gesturing at the two toys.

“That’s okay. Again, I originally brought them for my own—uhm, fun, but I thought maybe we could get some use out of them together? If you’re not interested, though, you could just fuck me.”

Brad tried to keep his face neutral, but Finn’s words were wreaking havoc on him.

His stomach was now knotted so tight, he was pretty sure he wasn’t eating again until Monday.

His dick, which had taken a little rest during their more serious conversation, was halfway back to attention, and the muscles in his fingers and legs twitched to life, ready to be put to use.

“You like bottoming?” he asked.

Finn nodded, but something about it seemed hesitant.

“But you also like topping?” he pressed.

Finn nodded even slower this time.

Brad decided to try a different tactic. “Will you show me how you use these when you’re alone?”

Finn’s eyes went so wide that he looked almost like a cartoon character.

Brad held his hands up helplessly between them. “I’m happy to show you what I like, too!”

Finn’s eyes settled back to a normal size, and one eyebrow ticked up. “I’m assuming you like a stroking motion, maybe with a squeeze and twist at the end?”

“I like a couple fingers, too,” Brad said, and Finn’s other eyebrow shot up. Brad relished his surprise and couldn’t help teasing him, just a little. “Were you stereotyping me, sweetheart? Thought I only liked to top?”

A blush flared across Finn’s cheekbones, causing the stubble along his jaw to appear darker in contrast. Brad reached out a single finger to trace it before cupping his cheek.

“I’m sorry. I…guess I was,” Finn said.

Brad dipped down and gave him a soft, forgiving kiss.

“That’s okay. I do like topping, but I like bottoming as well, especially if it’s what my partner prefers.

” There went that eyebrow again, and Brad huffed.

“Okay, I know sometimes I can be a bit of a—what did Chloe say, a people pleaser?” Perhaps “a little bit” was an understatement; even he knew that much.

“I swear , though, I like bottoming. I have an entire drawer full of dildos at home that would attest to that.”

Finn sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, and his cheeks blazed against Brad’s palm.

He swiped his thumb over the warm skin as he continued.

“As my test results alluded to, it can be quite a while between folks.” Brad shrugged.

“And even then, most people look at me and assume exactly what you did. So, that means when I have the opportunity to bottom, I’m even more likely to take it. ”

The shift in Finn’s body was small, but Brad felt like he was becoming hyper-attuned to the smaller man. His shoulders rolled back, and his feet settled more firmly into the well-worn carpet.

“Okay, then yeah, I guess I can show you how these work,” Finn said.

He broke their connection to snatch up the three items and toss the now empty bag onto the floor. He placed the air horn device and lube on the nightstand before glancing at his underwear and then at Brad’s boxers.

Not needing to be asked twice, Brad dropped them to the floor.

He savored Finn’s look of shock, which morphed into pure lust as Brad dragged his hand up and down his dick a few times.

He’d been craving some sort of friction since he pushed Finn against the wall of the bar over an hour earlier, but his own hand was barely sufficient.

Finn’s hands tightened around the dildo, and his tongue slipped out to wet his bottom lip. Brad’s dick pulsed in his hand, but he reminded it, and himself, to be patient.

“I think it’s your turn,” Brad coaxed.

Finn hesitated briefly, but with one more glance at Brad’s rapidly hardening dick, he slid his thumbs under the black straps and shoved them down his legs.

He had to maneuver and twist a few times, and while he was at it, he kicked off his socks, too.

Suddenly, he was stark naked in Brad’s hotel room, and Brad’s hand stilled as he took in his former best friend and soon-to-be lover.

Finn was long and lean, with soft-looking skin running from his blush-mottled neck down to a fluff of dark hair at his crotch.

The pink head of his dick was peeking out, and Brad had the nearly overwhelming urge to drop to his knees and suck it.

He forced himself to continue his downward appraisal until he reached the few dark hairs scattered across his toes, and then he dragged his gaze back up to Finn’s hooded emerald eyes.

“So unbelievably gorgeous,” Brad said, and Finn shrugged one shoulder.

Brad was tempted to wax poetic about how god damn beautiful Finn was, but as he stepped around Brad to grab the lube, the muscles around Finn’s spine visibly bunched up. The heat chose that moment to cut out, and the room fell uncomfortably silent.

Brad was already growing accustomed to helping Finn get his words out when it seemed like he couldn’t find them in that gorgeous head of his. Maybe he needed to help get the ball rolling here as well.

He stepped up behind Finn, pressing his overheated torso to Finn’s slightly chilled back. “So, I’m assuming that this part—” Brad wrapped an arm around Finn so he could run his pointer finger over the curved, much smaller end of the dildo. “—goes inside you?”

Finn quivered in his arms. “Yes.”

“I’m going to go out on a limb here and say that you need lube to do that. Do you also need prep?”

Finn tilted back onto his heels until he was leaning a fair amount of his weight into Brad’s chest. “Yes,” he murmured.

Brad wrapped his other arm around Finn’s waist, so he didn’t risk falling over. “Can I help you with that?”