Page 26 of Brad & Finn (Gomillion High Reunion #3)

Brad grunted and muttered soft curses, tracing idle patterns up and down Finn’s back.

Exhaustion was settling in around them, but Brad’s hips were chasing Finn’s hand with each stroke, and he wanted to make Brad feel as good as he’d made Finn feel all night.

He twisted his wrist on the upstroke, teasing the soft tip with his middle finger.

Brad laughed and pressed his palm into the middle of Finn’s back. “Stroking motion…with a squeeze and twist at the end?”

Finn did the twisting motion again, and Brad yelped. He did it a third time, then reached down lower with his other hand, gently rolling his balls between his fingers.

“Oh, shit?—”

Finn sucked on his collarbone, where he knew a shirt would fully cover any hickeys left behind, and Brad’s body tensed.

“Finn!”

Finn jerked his hand in three quick strokes, and Brad came with a choked cry, wrapping himself around Finn like a giant octopus.

A new stillness fell over the room as they sank into the lumpy mattress. Finn was rapidly becoming aware of how sticky they were, but he wanted to snuggle for a few more minutes before making a mad dash for the shower.

Brad didn’t seem like he was in any hurry, either. He made a few snuffling noises and buried his face in Finn’s hair.

“There is no way I smell nice,” Finn said.

Brad sniffed loudly, and Finn was tempted to tickle his sides, but he’d done that once on a long bus ride and had gotten a black eye from it. Brad had apologized for almost two weeks straight, swearing up and down he hadn’t meant to flail his arm out like that; he just couldn’t help it.

There would be no way to explain away a black eye at the reunion tomorrow, so Finn opted for gently biting his shoulder instead. Brad grunted but didn’t remove his nose from Finn’s hair.

“You know what I bet smells good?”

Brad groaned. “You can have all of the maple candy, gorgeous. I don’t want them.”

Finn hummed happily, and Brad went back to nuzzling his face against Finn’s head.

After a few minutes of this, Finn sighed loudly. “What are you doing?”

“Your hair is soft and keeps catching on my beard. It feels nice,” Brad said, rubbing his face aggressively against Finn’s head.

“Okay, we’re getting up,” Finn said, dragging himself up and yanking roughly on Brad’s arm until he creaked into an upright position. He looked a little like a disgruntled puppy, and Finn placed a soft kiss on his nose before manhandling him into the bathroom.

He’d planned on taking a quick shower and then seeing if he could sneak the maple candy—and himself—into the other clean bed with Brad as a meat blanket, but the warm water of the shower couldn’t be rushed.

They took turns rubbing shampoo that reminded Finn of potpourri into each other’s hair and followed it up with balsa wood scented body wash.

The two smells were an odd combination, and Finn felt a scowl carving a permanent shape into his face until Brad picked him up and carried him out of the shower.

“Why are you the most absurd person on the planet!” Finn cried, kicking his feet in the air, but secretly rather enjoying the caveman show of strength.

Brad carried him back into the bedroom and, a bit clumsily, dropped him onto the clean bed.

Finn wanted to glare up at him, but he also had an agenda, so instead, he gave him the sweetest smile he could muster. “Can I?—”

“Yes, sweetheart, you can have the fucking maple candies,” Brad grouched as he walked over to the dresser.

Finn couldn’t wipe the eager grin off his face, and when Brad turned around to face him, he rolled his eyes so hard that his entire head rolled with them.

Because he enjoyed making Brad smile almost as much as he enjoyed maple-flavored treats, he held out his hand and made “gimme” gestures until Brad begrudgingly walked over and set them in his palms.

Finn unabashedly dove under the covers and popped the first candy in his mouth. The buttery maple exploded on his tongue, and he moaned, dragging the blanket up and over his head so he could enjoy his candy without judgment.

A minute later, a still very naked and quite damp Brad joined him under the covers.

“Are we sleeping naked?” Finn asked around the second candy in his mouth. There were six in total, and if he bided his time, he could probably make them last at least ten more minutes.

“Did you want to go grab pajamas? And undies?” Brad asked as he wrapped his arms around Finn’s back.

Absolutely aghast, Finn shoved against Brad’s chest. “I’m sorry, who the hell calls them—oh my god, I can’t even say it. That’s so horrible.”

Brad gave him an unamused look. “I’m sorry, what am I supposed to call what you were wearing? Panties?”

Finn gasped so hard, he almost swallowed one of the candies whole. “They are not panties!”

“They were sexy, cupped your junk, and framed your ass.”

“It’s called a jock strap! I own panties—they’re lacy and tastefully cover half my ass–” Finn slammed his mouth closed, realizing what he’d just admitted to.

Brad propped himself up on his elbow to look down at him. “Did you bring them?”

“No!” Finn said, his cheeks flaring red as he savored one last bite and swallowed both of the candies. They seemed to be posing more of a choking hazard than anything else at the moment. “Why would I bring them on a besties trip back to our hometown?”

Brad squinted down at him and pulled out that pout again. “Did you really not bring them?”

Finn had, in fact, brought them, but it was entirely by accident. They’d been knotted up with his jock strap, which he needed to bring to wear on whatever day Chloe forced him to wear the tight jeans she’d bought for him.

“I…maybe,” Finn said, reaching over Brad’s back to place the other four candies down so they didn’t melt in his hand.

Brad watched him, his eyes hungry—and definitely not for anything maple flavored.

“I would give my left nut to see you in those.”

“Brad!” he gasped, clutching at his bare neck. How convenient that he’d left his pearls at home but had brought his lacy panties.

“Please, sweetheart?” Brad begged, wrapping Finn up in his arms in a way that was completely unfair.

“You don’t have to if you’re uncomfortable, but I would genuinely love to see them.

I don’t know how long it will be until we can have another fun, sexy sleepover, and I want to take advantage of every little thing we can. ”

Finn rubbed his hand down Brad’s chest, savoring every tiny ridge and bump. He didn’t know if he could let himself believe there was going to be a next time outside of the reunion.

“Well…we have tomorrow night, too,” Finn said. “And we’re not leaving until Monday.”

“Neither am I! So, we have at least two more nights.”

Finn burrowed deeper into Brad’s arms. “I’ll wear my sexy panties for you tomorrow night. It can be a special prom night treat.”

Finn felt more than heard Brad’s breath catch. “That…sounds really nice, actually.”

“You’re absurd,” Finn said, as his eyes began to shut.

“No one else has ever called me that,” Brad whispered as he pulled the blankets tighter around them.

“Well, maybe no one has ever seen you the way I do.”

Peaceful silence settled over them, and before Finn could consider going to get his toothbrush or even a pair of sleeping boxers, he drifted off to sleep.