Page 23 of Brad & Finn (Gomillion High Reunion #3)

Finn held up the lube, and Brad took it with sure fingers. Usually, he would invite Finn to lie back, spread his legs, and Brad would take care of the rest. He liked the back-to-front position they were currently in, though, and it seemed Finn did as well.

He gripped Finn’s hip with one hand and guided him onto the bed with the other. After a bit of knee-walking and adjusting, he ended up with his back resting against the old wooden headboard with Finn settled between his legs, his back against Brad’s chest.

Finn was still clutching the dildo for dear life, but when Brad gently nudged the inside of Finn’s thigh, his knees fell open to rest against Brad’s spread legs.

“Alright, sweetheart,” he said, loving the way the word made his chest rumble against Finn’s back.

Finn pressed against his chest, also seeming to love the new endearment.

While Brad had been lucky with that word choice, he didn’t want to take a chance on this next part.

“Where does this go, and what would you like me to call it?”

Finn’s breathing had sped up, and Brad soothed a hand down the outside of Finn’s thigh.

“It’s called a strapless strap-on,” Finn said slowly. “Sorry, I should’ve said upfront, but I like to call my parts my dick, front hole, and back hole. This goes in my front hole, and if I can get it right, it sits against what I like to call my prostate, which…”

Finn’s voice tapered off, and Brad rushed to fill in what he’d heard on one of the videos. “Which I may have heard other AFAB folk call something else?”

“Exactly,” Finn said as his spine relaxed and he tilted his hips up, giving Brad a perfect view between his legs.

“Thank you for telling me,” Brad said, tracing soft patterns into the side of Finn’s thigh.

Finn opened his legs wider, and Brad’s hand slid across the top of his leg until it was resting a few inches away from his dick.

Finn made a sweet, needy noise in the back of his throat, and Brad had to stifle an affectionate chuckle.

He would never have guessed Finn would be a needy lover, but even from their few kisses at the bar, Brad had picked up on a deep well of desire behind his carefully crafted facade of aloofness.

“You ready?” Brad asked.

Finn took the lube from his hand, clicked it open, and drizzled a generous amount on Brad’s fingers.

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

Finn huffed a soft laugh that immediately turned into a whine as Brad ran his fingers over the folds protecting Finn’s front hole. He did this three times before Finn pressed his legs open a little further, and his hole opened around Brad’s fingers.

He couldn’t really see what he was doing once his first finger went in, so he focused on following the natural curve of Finn’s body with one, then two, then, slowly, three fingers.

Finn made a lot of soft noises, panting as Brad explored his body, whimpering when he scissored his fingers, and crying out when Brad hooked his fingers up towards the ceiling and pressed.

“Right here?” Brad asked as he hooked his fingers again.

“Fuck!” Finn cried, and Brad felt wetness begin to run down his hand to his wrist.

The videos had talked a little about the need to be careful and stay thoroughly lubricated when having sex with a trans man who was taking testosterone.

Finn had mentioned T earlier, so Brad was doing his best to take care.

After only another minute of gentle exploration, though, Finn began rocking his hips, forcing Brad in deeper and harder.

“I’m going to take a guess that you want me to go a bit faster?” Brad asked.

He only barely held back a laugh when Finn actually growled at him.

“You don’t have to be so gentle. I’m going to put this thing inside me and then fuck you with it. I think I can take a little rough fingering.”

Brad nearly choked on his next breath. Wow, Finn had said that with his full chest.

“You’re going to fuck me, huh?” Brad asked, aiming for a joke, when in reality, part of him wanted to roll over and beg Finn to fuck him.

He was a little busy, though, and to show he was listening, he curled his fingers and pressed up, hard. Finn cried out and scrabbled at Brad’s arms, fingernails digging in once he was able to get purchase.

“I’d kind of like to ride you,” Brad admitted, swiping his thumb purposefully over Finn’s dick.

“Fuck! Brad!” Finn shouted, arching his back and completely dislodging Brad’s hand.

“Okay, gorgeous. Message received, let’s move on to you showing me how this thing works,” Brad said, grabbing the dildo from where Finn had dropped it on the bed next to them.

“You put it in, and then you ride me,” Finn said, attempting to turn around in Brad’s arms.

“Uh-uh,” Brad said with a laugh. “I asked you to show me how you use it on your own first.”

At Finn’s creative use of curse words, Brad used his clean hand to turn Finn’s chin to the side and kiss him. Finn immediately stilled, tipping his head back to deepen the kiss.

“I’m being serious, Finn,” Brad whispered, brushing his lips softly over Finn’s. “I want to know how it works for you and what you like.”

Finn captured his mouth in another aching kiss, then he turned around with a put-upon sigh. “Okay. Do you want me to put it in, or–”

“I’d like to, if that’s okay,” Brad said, hanging on tight to his newly acquired toy.

“The long end and the base are both adjustable. I think for now it can be like this, sort of an acute angle, but we’ll want it to be more of a right angle later.”

Brad grabbed the lube and added more to the bulbous end as he planted soft kisses along Finn’s neck. “Oooh, yes, talk geometry to me.”

“You’re absurd,” Finn laughed.

Brad sucked in a sharp breath, the phrase landing like a blow to his chest. Finn had said that to him more times than he could count—at the lunch table, on the football field, and even at the beginning of the spin-the-bottle game.

Brad had purposefully sat on the other side of the circle from Finn, claiming out loud that he was pretty sure the bottle was more likely to stop at precisely 180 degrees from the person who spun it.

He’d been talking shit since he wasn’t good at geometry, even back then, and yet somehow, his luck had panned out.

Finn had called him absurd, and then he’d uttered it a second time when Brad’s plan actually worked.

Brad closed his eyes against the onslaught of memories. “Finn, do…do you remember…”

He wasn’t able to finish his question. There were so many moments he could ask about, so much shared history they could parse through and analyze. Had it always been leading to this moment? To Brad, holding Finn in his arms, unwilling to ever let go?

Brad was brought back to the present when Finn leaned the side of his head against Brad’s. “Yeah…I remember everything about that night.”

Both of Brad’s hands were sticky now, but he shifted around until he could kiss Finn again, unconcerned about what this would probably do to his back in the morning—or Finn’s, since he had an old injury to contend with.

When he ended the kiss, a string of saliva connected their mouths. He felt like his heart was experiencing the same kind of tether, reaching out of his chest and into Finn’s back, bypassing bones and cartilage until it connected to Finn’s heart.

In that moment, he vowed to do his best not to let it snap whenever they inevitably had to pull back.

“Brad,” Finn pleaded, “I’m ready. Please.”

Finn canted his hips up towards the dildo Brad was still holding uselessly in his hand.

He double checked that it was still wet with lube before bringing it between Finn’s legs. The angle wasn’t as easy as it would have been if he was facing Finn, but then he wouldn’t get to feel the way Finn’s body rose off the bed as the bulbous tip pressed inside him.

“Ahhh!” Finn cried as Brad wiggled it back and forth, allowing it to slide deeper into him. “So close…you’re so—there!”

Brad levered his hand down, forcing the dildo to press up exactly where Finn asked for it. Finn convulsed, his shoulders curving in as his legs tried to close around the toy.

“Uh-uh,” Brad said, dropping the dildo in favor of gripping Finn’s legs, forcing them to stay open.

“Fuck! I–I need–” Finn whimpered.

Brad bit into the soft shell of Finn’s ear. “Do what you need, gorgeous. I want to see.”

Finn grasped the long end of the dildo and began stroking it up and down, like Brad had been stroking his dick before.

“I…like to…to stroke it…while I either stroke myself or use that,” Finn panted, tipping his head towards the nightstand.

Brad grabbed the device and brought it into Finn’s line of sight.

“It’s aptly named a ‘stroker,’ and I put it right on top of my dick.”

There was an on/off switch, as well as an up and down button on the handle.

He switched it on, and it started making a soft chugging noise.

Without stopping to consider the consequences, Brad pressed the hole of the toy against the outside of his thigh, only realizing too late that if the chugging noise was suctioning, it was going to leave a wild-looking hickey on his leg.

Fortunately, the toy seemed to be blowing air out instead of sucking it in.

He clicked the up button, causing it to pulse faster, and with little fanfare and no warning, he placed the ridged hole on the head of Finn’s dick and pressed down.

Finn’s shout was so loud, Brad covered his mouth on instinct. He winced when he noticed there was still some lube on his hand from the toy. Finn didn’t seem to care, shoving his mouth against Brad’s palm and shouting again as his hand blurred along the dildo.

“That’s it, show me exactly what you do,” Brad urged. “Wanna watch you come apart in my arms, then I can ride you and make you come again.”

Finn cried out, and Brad’s dick throbbed painfully against his back. Next time, he could prep Finn’s back hole—assuming he was okay with that—and Finn could be writhing and bucking on his dick instead of between Brad’s legs.

He didn’t stop to wonder if there would ever be a next time. Instead, he nipped at the place where Finn’s neck met his shoulders. At Finn’s happy-sounding noise, he bit down.

Finn moaned against his hand, much quieter than before, and Brad took a chance and pulled his hand away.

“Yes, sweethea–”

“So close!” Finn gasped, grabbing Brad’s hand holding the stroker and tipping his wrist down. This caused the head of the stroker to press on Finn’s dick and push some of the foreskin back. “Oh god!”

Finn’s legs squeezed shut, his shoulders curled in, and his abs clenched against Brad’s arm as he bent in half. Brad wished his fingers were still inside him, so he could feel the rush of wetness as opposed to just watching it drip out around the dildo.

“Brad!” Finn choked out, and he yanked Brad’s hand to the side, sending the stroker skittering across the bed.

The sound of Finn’s labored breath filled the room, along with the warm smell of Finn’s release. Brad hadn’t thought through the consequences of having sex in his room, but now he was going to have to—or, maybe, get to?—sleep in a room reeking of Finn and sweat and pleasure.

Finn slowly unfurled himself, leaning back into Brad’s arms and closing his eyes. The dildo was still sticking up between his legs, and it twitched every few seconds, much like Brad’s dick was twitching against Finn’s damp lower back.

“I need…a few minutes…then you'd better make good on your promise.”

“Oh, you mean the maple candies?” Brad teased. “Sure, sweetheart, I’d be happy to grab them for you.”

He wasn’t sure where this playful side of himself had come from.

Most of his hookups were so fast, clothes being ripped off only to be replaced an hour or so later, that he never got to have fun like this.

Tonight, he was filled with a bubbly joy that kept coming out as jokes and teasing. Thank god Finn kept humoring him.

Finn tilted sideways, so only one shoulder was balanced on Brad’s chest, and he craned his neck to look up at Brad’s face. “If you leave this bed, I will chase you, catch you, bend you over, and fuck you senseless.”

Brad’s heart launched itself off a cliff, entering a free fall that felt a little like flying.

He lowered his head until he could speak the words directly into Finn’s ear. “And I’d let you catch me every time, gorgeous.”