Page 27 of Brad & Finn (Gomillion High Reunion #3)

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A knock at the door brought Brad to semi-consciousness. His chest felt heavy but also pleasantly warm. Warmer than he’d felt in years. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’d shared a bed with someone for a whole night.

Grumbling near Brad’s ear woke him up a bit more. “Mmmm, five more minutes,” Finn said, snuggling deeper into Brad’s arms.

All things considered, Brad wouldn’t mind waking up like this every morning—minus the knocking.

He did a quick assessment, noting the sheets pooled around their waists and the blanket, which one of them must have kicked off during the night, tangled at the bottom of the bed. They were both very naked, and Finn had his leg thrown over Brad’s hip.

Another knock sounded, this time accompanied by a way too chipper voice. “Good morning, boys!” Chloe didn’t just sound awake; she sounded like she was enjoying this. “It’s almost eight, and I’m sure you’ll want some coffee and cinnamon rolls before we start the day at Mom’s!”

Finn shifted again, this time mumbling something that could either have been “chuck your coffee and cinnamon rolls” or “fuck” them. Honestly, both were valid.

There was an even louder knock, and Brad wished there was something in the vicinity he could throw at the door. His aim had deteriorated since high school, but he could still hit a three-foot by seven-foot rectangle, right?

“I’ll be in the lobby,” Chloe called out, “and I expect to see you both in fifteen minutes, or I’ll have the very nice front desk man call your room on repeat.”

Finn lifted his head, his eyes still mostly closed. “Why?” he called, his voice breaking and crackling like a bad radio frequency.

“Because I love you both and want to spend as much time with you as I can!”

Brad’s heart attempted to leap out of his chest, and he tightened his grip around Finn’s back. “You don’t like to play fair, do you?”

“No, never!” she sang, tapping on the door twice in quick succession before presumably skipping off to the elevators. At least, that’s how Brad pictured her—always so full of life and mischief.

Finn slowly lifted his head, revealing a bit of drool pooled in the corner of his lip. Brad wiped it away with his thumb, and Finn gifted him the sleepiest, sweetest smile.

“I’m going to need real coffee,” Finn grumbled as his eyes slowly closed and he flopped his head back onto Brad’s chest.

Brad was the kind of person who woke up wide awake but would rapidly go downhill over the next few hours.

Consciousness seemed to drag Finn kicking and screaming into its clutches.

He remembered Finn’s flat, grey eyes staring at him unblinking in first period history.

He didn’t seem to become a human being until at least second period, if not later.

“Miles told me there’s a new coffee shop across town. It’s a fair bit out of the way, but?—"

“Need it,” Finn groaned, tightening all of his limbs around Brad.

Brad’s dick, which had thus far been placidly enjoying being nestled against Finn’s thigh, took notice of his words, but clearly not the context. Finn pressed against Brad’s crotch and slowly tipped his head up again, a sparkle of life in his forest green eyes.

“Sweetheart, I don’t think we have time,” Brad said, even as he reached for Finn’s hips.

Finn pushed into a halfway seated position, and Brad rolled onto his back, allowing Finn to scramble—with impressive speed—onto his lap.

“We can be quick,” Finn said, grabbing Brad’s rapidly filling cock and giving it a few purposeful strokes.

“Mmmm…what will get you off fast?” Brad asked, thrusting up into Finn’s hand as he did that delicious twist at the top.

Finn glanced over at the other bed and then swooped down, kissing Brad on the lips before grabbing his hand and handing him his own dick.

“What—"

“Keep going!” Finn said as he scrambled off the bed and dove onto the other one. He shuffled around for a second, giving Brad a lovely view of his wiggling ass, before sitting up with his stroker in hand. Brad shook his head because how was he the absurd one in this relationship?

His hand stuttered over his next stroke.

Were they in a relationship now? They were certainly friends again, if not well on their way to best friends.

Best friends with benefits? The idea—which even yesterday morning would have seemed perfect—didn’t hold the same appeal after he’d spent an entire night with Finn in his arms.

Finn managed to trip over himself on the way back to bed and landed sprawled out across Brad’s chest. To avoid most of Chloe’s wrath, Brad decided it was best if he took over.

He rolled them so he was the one straddling Finn’s thighs.

Taking the stroker in one hand and himself in the other, he turned the device to its highest setting.

“Think we can finish in five minutes, rinse off, get dressed, and be downstairs seven minutes after that?” Brad asked.

Finn shouted as Brad fit the stroker on his dick. He tried to squirm away, but Brad pressed his chest down.

“Four minutes, gorgeous.”

Finn writhed, his lithe body arching and bowing, making breathtaking shapes.

“Brad,” Finn whined, pressing up, then away, and then back up against the toy.

Brad’s dick pulsed, and he sped up, groaning at the dry friction, but there wasn’t time to grab the lube.

Finn’s whines increased in volume, and he grabbed for Brad’s hand.

Brad let go of his dick—something he never thought he’d do just for the privilege of getting to hold another guy’s hand.

He tried to thread their fingers together, unsure of what Finn was asking for, but Finn pushed his hand out of the way and gripped the top of Brad’s dick.

Finally getting with the program, Brad grabbed the bottom of his dick, and their hands bumped a few times before they got a steady rhythm going and Brad’s abs began to quiver.

He gazed down at Finn, appreciating the way his chest heaved and sweat glistened on his neck.

Every time Finn bucked and struggled, the soft hairs on his thighs rubbed against Brad’s balls.

It was such a small thing, but that tiny intimacy meant more to him than he could stop and think about right now.

He wanted to slow down and slowly drag his tender sack over the thatch of hair between Finn’s legs.

He wanted to tease Finn’s dick with the tip of his until he was begging for more.

Even though Brad was on top and ostensibly the one in control, he sort of felt like begging for more right now.

He wanted more mornings like this, where he got to wake up with Finn’s breath on his skin and taste on his lips.

He wanted more opportunities to make Finn look just like this.

Uninhibited and almost wild in his pleasure.

He gazed up at Brad with sparkling green eyes, not a hint of gray to be seen.

Brad swooped down and pressed a tender kiss to his lips, and Finn whined and bucked against him.

“Brad, please, more. Quick.”

Right, they were on a time crunch. Brad adjusted his grip on the stroker and tilted it up the way Finn had done the previous night.

Finn’s voice broke around a shout, and his back bowed forward, lifting him off the bed.

His free hand gripped desperately at Brad’s shoulder, and he only managed two more ragged breaths before he came with a soft cry.

It wasn’t quite as good as having Finn come in his mouth like he had the night before, but getting to feel his legs quiver and shake under his thighs had Brad coming a few seconds later.

His cum trickled down both their hands and onto Finn’s sweaty belly. They reached for each other at the same time, and their mouths joined in a stale tangle of tongues and teeth.

“Need to go back to my room for a toothbrush,” Finn mumbled against his lips.

“And clothes?” Brad teased, and Finn hummed noncommittally. “I mean, I’m fine with no clothes, but that would mean we’re not leaving anytime soon, and we’d get an earful from Chloe.”

Finn groaned dramatically and flopped back onto the bed. Remembering how much Finn had seemed to secretly enjoy it the night before, Brad hooked an arm under his legs and another around his shoulders and carried him to the shower.

They washed off as quickly as they could, and Brad checked the clock and saw that fourteen minutes had passed by the time Finn scurried across the hall in last night's pants and shirt. He was clutching his not-panties and his packer to his chest, but had decided to leave the candies and toys on Brad’s nightstand “for later.”

Brad threw on the first complete outfit he found in his suitcase and opted to take the stairs down to the lobby, giving Finn a few minutes to get himself together.

He found their far-too-chipper friend chatting animatedly with the man behind the desk. She turned right as he approached and threw her arms around his neck.

“Hi, bestie. How was your night?” she asked.

Brad buried his face in her fruity-smelling hair. She laughed and playfully shoved at his shoulder, but when he hugged her tighter, she immediately squeezed back.

Somewhere between Finn leaving and Brad arriving downstairs, that feeling of overwhelm from the bar that first night returned. He was, once again, sleep-deprived and felt like everything was moving alarmingly fast. The solid warmth of Chloe in his arms helped, though.

“That good, huh?” she murmured as she locked her arms behind his neck.

“Last night was…everything I ever could have asked for.”

“And this morning?” she pushed.

Brad swallowed. If she had been anyone else, a colleague, a casual friend, or even his mom, he would have lied.

But she was Chloe, one of his oldest friends, who he was trying to reconnect with.

“It feels a little overwhelming this morning. I think in a good way, like…there’s so much potential, and opportunity, but…

even good overwhelming is still overwhelming. ”