Page 25 of Brad & Finn (Gomillion High Reunion #3)

“That’s it,” Finn said, his brain finally getting with the program and completely locking in. “Look at you taking my dick so well. A little more, babe, you can do it. You’re so close; I can feel it.”

He thrust his hips up, hitting resistance as Brad tightened around the dildo.

“Finn,” he cried, and his movements became erratic as he desperately thrust his hips into Finn’s hand and rocked back down on Finn’s length.

“You’re so perfect…so sexy… Come for me, babe,” Finn whispered, repeating Brad’s words from before.

Brad jerked forward, bending the dildo until it clicked into a lower position. He wrapped his hands underneath Finn’s shoulders and used him as leverage to rock his hips faster, thrusting into the channel created between Finn’s fist and his belly.

“Missed you…so much,” Brad whimpered, and then he was coming, his fingers digging in painfully as his hips jerked and wetness splattered across Finn’s chest.

He dragged Brad into a kiss, swallowing down his moans and any more achingly sweet words he might try to say. The first kiss was sloppy and a bit disjointed, but as their lips bumped and rubbed, the next kiss turned syrupy sweet, and Brad tangled his fingers in Finn’s hair.

Between kisses, Finn whispered, “I missed you, too.” For some reason, it felt more intimate than anything else they’d done that night.

After a few more kisses, Brad gave a guttural groan and flopped off of Finn, landing on his back with a sigh.

“We can see each other again, right? Chicago isn’t that far from Indianapolis.

I used to drive farther than that for a one-day recruiting visit, so I feel like a weekend trip would be easy. ”

Finn smiled at the ceiling as he reached between his damp legs and removed the dildo. It made a lewd, wet noise, and he pushed himself up, readying his shaky legs to stand up and wash it off in the sink.

Brad stopped him by cupping Finn’s hip. He seemed to like doing that, holding parts of Finn in his hand, like treasure.

“If you give me ten, maybe fifteen minutes, I can get you again?” Brad offered.

“Oh, uh, maybe?” Finn said, trying to answer this new question as his mind was still swirling around weekend visits and sleepovers.

“If you’re interested...I’d really like to fuck you.”

Finn swallowed, and even though he knew only he would understand the significance, he nodded his head purposefully and answered both questions. “Yeah…yeah, okay. That sounds good.”

He hid away in the bathroom for a little over ten minutes, cleaning his toy and peeing twice, for good measure.

When he came out, Brad was slowly stroking himself, his dick semi-hard and slowly growing with each stroke. Finn wanted to offer to suck him to hardness, but his dick gave a wanton pulse, and he scrambled onto the bed, straddling Brad’s legs instead.

“Hi, sweetheart,” Brad said, smoothly moving his fingers from himself to Finn’s hole.

“I have permanent birth control. So, it’s up to you if you want to use protection,” Finn volunteered, kicking himself for once again not having any of these conversations in the correct order.

Brad slid his fingers inside Finn and scissored, making him grunt and wrap his arms around Brad’s neck.

“I would love to fuck you bare—if you’re sure.”

“Yes, please,” Finn gasped.

Brad got him into position, pressing on his hips as he slowly slid into him. He made it a few inches in before burning pain shot through Finn.

Damn, he’d forgotten the other reason he didn’t usually fuck with the strapless strap. His walls had thinned from T, and he wasn’t used to doing this much work. He didn’t want to ruin the mood, though, so he stilled Brad with a hand on his chest.

“I’d really love it if you bent me over the bed.”

Brad’s eyes grew wide as saucers, but he quickly agreed, and soon Finn was bent in half, his arms resting across the top of the old bed frame. Brad slowly pressed into him, and it hurt for the first few inches and then slowly settled into an ache as Brad bottomed out.

“Might need it a little slower this time, babe,” Finn panted, gritting his teeth as Brad pulled out and shallowly thrust back in.

“Whatever you need,” Brad said, his voice tight as he pushed Finn’s hips forward on his backstroke and pulled him back on his thrust.

Finn rode the slow waves of pleasure, his body beginning to ache in other places, like his hips and back.

It felt good, though, so good that he didn’t want to stop.

He wanted to stay here, filled to the brim by Brad, his sweat dripping on Finn’s back as he learned all the beautiful sounds this big, strong man could make.

No more than a minute later, though, Brad pulled him up and back against his chest. “Mind if we try missionary?”

Finn agreed, wondering if it was for his or Brad’s benefit.

Unfortunately, he didn’t account for the fact that this time, when Brad pressed inside, he had a front row seat to the expression on Finn’s face—brow scrunched and mouth screwed into a frown as a much sharper pain shot through him.

“Finn!” Brad exclaimed, immediately pulling out.

“Sorry, I…I…”

“You’re sore? So I should stop stabbing you with my dick?” Brad said, using his no-nonsense voice, the one Finn had only heard a couple of times.

Finn’s cheeks colored, and he sat up, immediately becoming distracted by a bead of sweat rolling down Brad’s chest. He followed it with his fingertip, loving the way Brad’s muscles jumped at the soft contact.

“You weren’t stabbing,” Finn said absently. “You were stroking and rubbing and…”

“Making love? To my lover?”

Brad caught Finn’s hand and brought it up to his mouth so he could kiss each of his fingertips.

Finn’s blush carved a path down his chest, and he tucked his face into his shoulder.

Brad traced the blush, teasing Finn’s nipple with soft flicks of his fingers. “You know…I could make love to you in a different way.”

Finn kept his face turned to the side but hummed in question. Brad’s words were making his heart stutter in a new, kind of scary way. Like, maybe he was going to go into cardiac arrest, and he’d die never getting the chance to learn how Brad could make love to him.

“I’ve wanted to suck your dick since the moment I saw it,” Brad said. “And—only if you want—I’d love to finger your other hole, too.”

Finn’s head shot up, and he took in Brad’s sweet eyes and almost feral grin. Finn wrapped his legs around Brad’s back, sadly hindering him from doing any of those wonderful things, but it was worth it so he could drag him down into a kiss.

He loved the pillowy softness of Brad's lips and the way he nipped and teased until Finn shoved his tongue in his mouth, both of them grinning the entire time. He didn’t let Brad pull away the first time he tried, but the second time, he allowed Brad to slowly slide down Finn’s body.

Brad spent a few minutes dropping kisses and teasing licks on Finn’s nipples. His right one had never gotten all its sensitivity back after top surgery, but his left one tingled and ached as Brad nipped and sucked on it.

“Babe…quit teasing,” Finn whined.

His joints felt liquid, and he struggled to lift his hand and push Brad’s head in the direction of his crotch.

Brad’s laugh was low and scorching. “Your wish is my command, sweetheart.”

He swooped down and took Finn’s straining dick between his lips, and Finn had to slap a hand over his mouth. He swore he wasn’t usually a screamer, but the way Brad seemed to know exactly how to push his buttons was driving him crazy.

“Mmmm, so good,” Brad hummed, and the vibrations shook Finn down to his bones.

It only took a few minutes for Finn to start rocking his hips up into Brad’s mouth. Where he was struggling to get his words out just a few hours earlier, now he couldn’t seem to stop talking.

“Your mouth is so good,” he whined. “Please…please—oh god, I need your fingers, please!”

Once he got Brad’s fingers inside him, though, it only got worse.

“How are even your fingers so big! I’m so full…harder—please, babe, harder!”

Brad looked like he was living the dream. His lips were pink and swollen, and his beard was covered in wetness. Every time he lifted his head, he grinned that lopsided grin, and Finn melted farther into the bed.

When Brad slid his arms under Finn’s legs, hitching them up onto his shoulders so he could bend Finn in half, he thankfully lost the ability to speak. Instead, he “mmmm”ed, “nghhh”ed, and “ahhhh”ed like he was a one-man a cappella concert.

Finally, Brad pulled back the foreskin hood on Finn’s dick, and his entire being seemed to zero in on that tender, sensitive part of him.

It took only a minute for his orgasm to start. It began in his chest, in the form of a high-pitched keening noise, and he had to cover his mouth to stifle it. It flowed down through his belly and pooled in his groin.

Brad gave a final rough suck to his dick, and Finn came, arching his back and clamping his legs closed around Brad’s head.

Ever so gently, Brad lowered Finn’s legs back to the bed, and Finn reached for him, making grabby hands like he couldn’t control himself. Which, around Brad, was proving to be true.

“You taste good, sweetheart,” Brad whispered as he lay down on the other half of Finn’s pillow.

Finn huffed, not sure if he believed him. “You know what tastes good?” he asked, rolling onto his side so they were facing each other.

Brad smiled lazily, running his tongue along Finn’s bottom lip. “If you say maple?—”

“Maple candy,” Finn said loudly, clumsily tossing his leg up onto Brad’s hip.

Brad grabbed him roughly around the lower back and pressed their bodies together. It was possible he had intended it as a hug, but Brad was hard against Finn’s thigh, so Finn reached down between them and closed his fist around the head.

Brad’s breath shuddered out. “You don’t have to?—”

“Can I?”

“Y-yeah, I mean, of course.”

Finn’s lips were sore, beard burn having taken a pretty rough toll, so he pressed his face into Brad’s neck as he slowly stroked him up and down.