Page 24 of Brad & Finn (Gomillion High Reunion #3)

FINN

“Oh, fuck, yes…right there,” Brad groaned as Finn crooked three fingers inside him.

Brad was lying on his back, an arm thrown over his forehead and his legs splayed open in a diamond shape. Finn was kneeling between his legs, his strapless strap bobbing up and down with every thrust of his fingers.

He didn’t usually have sex with other people using this particular strap.

The few times he’d tried had been overwhelming, trying to focus on keeping his muscles clenched while also thrusting and pleasuring his partner.

On top of that, if he managed to get the placement of it right, the grind and drag against his prostate was beyond distracting.

Finn preferred to be in control, and a strap-on harness allowed him to still seek a bit of pleasure by grinding his dick against the base when he wanted to.

He’d never had anyone ride him using the strapless strap.

The idea sank into his bone marrow, aching and pulling on him until he felt like a puppet, hands moving through the motions of prepping Brad’s impressively well-groomed hole.

He wondered if maybe that was what Brad had meant about “cleaning up” before Finn came over.

Although the room was also suspiciously clutter-free, and if Finn remembered correctly, Brad’s childhood bedroom had been a war zone.

“Finn,” Brad whimpered, and Finn forced his attention back to the situation, quite literally, at hand.

Sex was one of the few times he was usually able to focus his meandering and looping thoughts.

Outside of sex, it was anyone’s guess where his thoughts and attention would go.

His therapist said his tendency to trail off and lose track of what he was saying was a stress response, coupled with his Inattentive ADHD.

Finn, like many AFAB folk, wasn’t diagnosed when he was a kid.

His teachers were too distracted managing crowded classrooms, and his dad had been far too busy in his own head to deal with Finn’s struggles with his.

It hadn’t been until he’d come out as trans and begun speaking with the college counselor that he understood he’d been masking ADHD his whole life.

She’d helped him unpack why he’d struggled more in classes he wasn’t interested in and why he would stop speaking when he was stressed or overwhelmed, preferring to stay quiet and observe or pass the time daydreaming.

Aside from his gender presentation, it was one of the most significant differences between his high school self and now.

Brad didn’t seem to mind, though. If anything, he’d been actively picking up sentences Finn lost track of and had even helped initiate their little show-and-tell session with Finn’s toys.

“Sweetheart?” Brad called, grabbing his wrist to stop his thrusting.

Finn glanced up—and immediately got lost again in the sweet expression on Brad’s face. He traced the lines around Brad’s mouth, wondering if Brad would mind if he kissed each one, documenting and studying all the time that had passed since they’d last seen each other.

Brad laughed, and Finn met his gaze.

“You with me?” Brad asked.

Finn nodded and pulled his hand back, rubbing the extra wetness on his dildo.

“Yes, sorry, I’m…kind of excited and also a little overwhelmed, so I…

” He held his clean hand up next to his head and wiggled his fingers in the air.

He knew that wasn’t much of an explanation, but there was no way he was going to discuss diagnoses and neurodivergence right now.

They’d never get back on track if he did.

The left side of Brad’s mouth curved up a little higher than the right when he grinned. This was Brad’s genuine smile, not the showy quarterback smile he gave for his team and the school. That one was perfectly symmetrical, and Finn didn’t like it anywhere near as much.

“That’s okay. I’m pretty excited, too,” Brad said. “And very prepped and ready…if you are?”

Finn nodded, and they got in position with Finn lying down in the warm spot Brad had just vacated.

It was a little damp after Finn’s earlier climax and Brad’s added sweat, but Finn wasn’t focused on that.

He was too busy watching the way Brad’s muscles flexed under his skin as he climbed on top of Finn.

There was still so much of him Finn wanted to explore. But that could wait. “Do you need more lube?” Finn asked.

Brad reached for the bottle and squeezed a generous amount onto his hand. He stroked the dildo, and Finn whimpered as it shifted and pressed inside him.

Brad’s hand stilled, and he tilted his head so he could squint down at the base. “You said it’s adjustable? Can I do that while it’s inside you?”

“Hm, probably should have done it before you got it all slippery, but yeah, let me?—”

Finn reached between his legs to grab the base and the shaft, pushing it away from his body as he held the base in place. This worked, somewhat, but ended up grinding the bulbous head into his prostate several times before he was able to click the shaft into an upright position.

“F-fuck,” he breathed as he collapsed backwards onto the pillow.

Brad smirked down at him as he got into position. “Having fun, sweetheart?”

God, Finn never wanted Brad to stop calling him that. It slithered around his insides, sometimes brushing against his heart and sometimes going straight down to his dick.

“Yeah,” Finn said.

He hadn’t meant it to come out in a shaking breath, but it had, and the earnestness settled heavy between them.

Brad leaned forward, placing his hands on either side of Finn’s head so he could bend down and catch Finn’s mouth in a kiss.

Finn cupped his jaw, stroking the fuzzy strands of his beard as he tried to memorize the way their lips rubbed and caressed.

He wanted to remember this night for the rest of his life; that way, if he never got to do this again, at least he’d have this memory.

With a grin, Brad said, “I’m having fun, too. I don’t think I can remember the last time I had this much fun.”

He tried to sit back up, but Finn grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him down for another kiss. He loved Brad’s substantial weight on his hips and the juxtaposition between how large his hands were and yet how gentle they were in Finn’s hair.

Finn shifted his hips, angling up until he was able to rub the head of the dildo between Brad’s slick cheeks.

“Finn…please…I need you.”

Finn dropped his hands to Brad’s hips, guiding him to tilt his ass up and shift down towards Finn’s feet. It wasn’t a particularly graceful process, but once they got the dildo in place, Brad sank onto it, grunting and moaning as it slowly breached his entrance.

“If I’d known…we were going to be in this position…I would have kept it tilted at an angle,” Finn grunted.

A pathetic whimper escaped as Brad pressed his hips farther down, shoving the base against Finn’s dick.

“Yeah, guess I should have–ahhhh—guessed that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands off you.”

Brad straightened his back, lining up with the sharper angle, and the length slowly slid all the way in. When he finally bottomed out, he bent forward, bracing his hands on Finn’s shoulders. “This what you wanted, sweetheart? Me, bouncing on your big, pretty dick?”

Finn was never all that partial to calling his packer or dildo his dick. He’d joked about it falling out of his pants earlier, but for the most part, he was happy with his T-dick. The way that word sounded in Brad’s deep voice, though, had Finn moaning a breathy, “fuck yes.”

“Yeah?” Brad asked, laughter and joy practically dripping from his voice. “You like the sound of that?”

Brad started cautiously moving up and down, and Finn’s eyes rolled back in his head, and he lost the ability to make any noise at all.

“How does it look?” Brad asked, his voice a little strained as he slowly began bouncing up and down.

Finn pried his eyes open and gazed down the length of his chest to where the purple shaft was disappearing over and over inside Brad’s impressive body. His dick was hard and leaking, a drizzle of precum falling onto Finn’s belly each time Brad moved up and down.

“Oh god, babe…it’s so good…looks so good…feels so good,” Finn babbled as his head fell back against the pillow.

He’d never used that endearment before, but Brad really was an absolute babe. His muscled legs strained to set the pace as sweat glistened across his pecs, collected in the hollow of his throat, and slowly dripped down his soft, hairy belly.

“God, your dick feels so good inside me…Finn!” Brad’s voice cracked, and he let out an actual whimper when Finn tilted his hips up and began meeting Brad on every bounce.

“Yes! Fuck—right there!”

Finn wrapped his fingers around Brad’s dick and made a fist, letting Brad thrust into it with a series of increasingly filthy moans.

“Shit…I’m getting close…call me ‘babe’ again,” Brad said.

Finn was so surprised, he opened his hand, and Brad’s dick returned to bouncing in front of him. Finn’s mind went completely blank, and he didn’t know what else to do, so he laughed. When Brad pouted, he laughed again.

“What?” Brad said, his lip jutting out. “You like it when I call you ‘sweetheart,’ right? That’s why I kept calling you that after blurting it out the first time.”

Finn shook his head in mirth but then quickly switched to nodding because, yes, dammit, he loved it, and he didn’t want Brad to stop.

“Well,” Brad said, his pout moving into his voice as he continued to rock his hips, “I liked it when you called me ‘babe.’”

What was Finn going to do with this absolutely absurd man?

Give him anything he wanted, that’s what.

“Come on, babe, work those hips for me,” Finn said.

He threw out his hand and fisted the edge of the other pillow, tossing it behind his head and shoulders so he could sit up. Now he was able to grab Brad’s hip in one hand and his dick in the other.

“Oh, fuck?—”