Page 45 of Brad & Finn (Gomillion High Reunion #3)

Brad slid his hand around to the back of Finn’s neck and pulled him in, leaning forward himself until their foreheads met with a gentle tap.

He wanted to tilt his head and kiss Finn, but they were in a busy coffee shop, and they’d only just reconciled.

Brad maintained their position until the end of the soft pop song playing over the speakers.

“Did Chloe say you guys were meeting up later?” Brad asked, keeping Finn’s hand in his but taking up a more relaxed posture in his chair.

Finn also got a bit more comfortable, crossing his leg over his knee at the ankle, but his cheeks grew strangely pink. “Yeah, later tonight we’re doing something with Naomi and Mariana. I…was hoping you’d want to come?”

Brad’s mouth turned up into a lopsided grin. “Absolutely! I really like them both, and I want to make it up to Chloe.”

Finn played with the cardboard sleeve on his coffee cup. “Yeah, she’s done a lot this weekend for her mom—and for us. I hope she has a fun night,” he said, and there was still something a little off about his tone.

Brad decided to ignore it for now, figuring if there were something else Finn wanted to talk about, they would. Instead, he asked how prom went, and Finn groaned. They discussed overly sweet drinks, hangovers, and catered banquet foods, and Brad enjoyed every second of it.

They finished their coffees, but Finn made no move to get a refill or any more food. Finally, Brad squeezed his hand. “What do you say about heading back to our rooms for a bit?”

Finn’s smile dimmed. “Oh…yeah, sorry, you look exhausted. If you want to take a nap, maybe I’ll?—”

“Together,” Brad interrupted.

Finn ran his left canine over his bottom lip. “Together?”

“What do you say to heading back to one of our rooms, together ?”

Finn stood up so fast he knocked into the table, sending both of their empty cups flying. “Oh gosh,” he said as he quickly scrambled around the table collecting their trash.

“Really? I’m the absurd one?” Brad gasped through his laughter.

Finn glared at him, but his bottom lip stuck out in the most adorable pout, and suddenly, Brad was overcome with warmth. It spread from the tips of his ears down his chest.

“Fuck, Finn?—”

He pulled Finn towards him, and he came all too willingly, a confused but happy look on his face. Brad wrapped his arms tightly around Finn’s back and buried his face in his soft neck.

“I…” he tried to say, but Finn’s oaky scent and the feel of him back in Brad’s arms was overwhelming.

“I know,” Finn whispered.

Brad huffed. “You know a lot of things, huh?”

Finn laughed, and it fluttered pleasantly against Brad’s chest. “God, I wish, but…I think I do know how you’re feeling right now.”

Brad pulled back until their faces were only an inch or so apart. “That I love you. As a friend, yeah, but…I think already a bit more than that.”

Finn surged forward and pressed his lips to Brad’s, right there in the corner of the shop. The reunion was over, and thus far, Brad had inadvertently outed himself to several of the townspeople, and nothing bad had happened.

Still, he wasn’t willing to risk it. He pulled back but then tipped his head until his mouth was right next to Finn’s ear. “Hotel?”

Finn slotted his hand in Brad’s and pulled him out the door.

They managed to remain relatively respectable on the walk back, and they even made it through the lobby. The instant the elevator doors creaked shut, Finn practically climbed on top of him.

“Finn—mmmm…which room?” he mumbled against Finn’s needy lips.

“Yours. Think I left my stuff?—”

“You did,” Brad said, and he tried not to remember the wretched feeling he’d had looking at the discarded toys the previous night. “Okay, let me get my key—” He let out a very undignified squeak as Finn slid his hand down the back of Brad’s joggers. “Sweetheart, it’s not in there, I promise.”

Finn growled against his throat and squeezed his ass again.

Brad laughed and turned to press him into the wall, causing the elevator to make a very concerning noise.

He took advantage of Finn’s momentary distraction to pull his wallet out of his pocket.

Finn snatched it from him, and as soon as the elevator doors opened, he took off down the hall.

Brad jogged after him and caught up right as Finn pushed the door open. He cringed at the state of the place, but Finn barely batted an eye as he marched inside…straight over to the pile of maple candies.

“You little shit,” Brad muttered as Finn popped a candy in his mouth and moaned. “Can you be trusted alone?” Brad asked, making his way over to the bathroom. He needed a few minutes to get himself together, and Finn seemed like he was plenty capable of entertaining himself.

Finn grinned around the candy in his mouth and nodded. Brad shook his head before darting into the bathroom. Thankfully, the sandwich had done wonders in settling his stomach, and it took him only a few minutes to sort himself out before he emerged and offered Finn a turn in the bathroom.

The troublemaker sauntered by him, his cheeks full of candies.

Brad crossed his arms over his chest, aware of what it did to his biceps, and leaned against the dresser. Fine, two could play this game. He would stand here, cool as a cucumber, and wait for Finn.

His dick didn’t give a shit about his posturing, though, and started to press against the soft fabric of his pants as he remembered the way Finn’s moan had sounded a few minutes earlier.

It didn’t take long for Finn to emerge from the bathroom, his mouth empty, and a slight smirk on his lips. The smirk didn’t last long, though, as he took in Brad’s stance, his flexed arm muscles, and his tented pants.

“So…you wanted to take a nap?” Finn asked, slowly licking his bottom lip.

“We could,” Brad said, turning his wrist against his chest so his bicep popped even more.

“Do you always sleep naked, or…”

Brad tilted his hips forward, pressing his now straining erection against his pants. “Oh, yeah, definitely.”

Finn’s eyes, which were darkening by the second, said he knew Brad was lying, but he was also pretty sure Finn wasn’t genuinely offering to nap. “Well, I wouldn’t want to keep you from your nap.”

Finn hooked his fingers in the bottom of his sweatshirt and pulled it off over his head. His t-shirt came next, and Brad had to lock his knees so he didn’t dive at his…well, he still wasn’t quite sure what to call Finn.

“Your turn,” Finn said, repeating words that felt like they’d happened weeks ago, not days.

Brad yanked off his hoodie and t-shirt in one go. Finn sank his two front teeth into his bottom lip and reached for his jeans, but froze before he could get the button undone.

“Uhm…” he said, glancing up at Brad and then down at his pants. “I don’t know if this should be embarrassing to admit, but…I wasn’t very active at prom, or afterwards, so…I didn’t change underwear this morning.”

Well, that was not what he’d been expecting Finn to say. “That’s alright. I slept in that bed, in my running clothes, without showering, so…come to think of it, I guess we should probably use the other one.”

Finn’s brow furrowed, and he absently drummed his fingers against the waistband of his jeans. “Uh, sure, but…that’s not…” He closed his eyes and, with a sigh, undid and shoved down his jeans.

Brad did his absolute best to school his features, but he was pretty sure his jaw hit the floor before he could catch it.

Finn was wearing what Brad could say, with one hundred percent confidence, were red lacy panties. They hugged his soft belly and covered a few inches of his thighs. The front area had what looked like a red fabric pouch, which held Finn’s packer.

His cheeks were almost as red as the panties, but he wouldn’t meet Brad’s eyes. When they’d walked in, Finn had been playful and flirty, and now he looked almost shy, and Brad decided maybe calm, cool, and collected was the wrong approach.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” Brad whispered, and Finn’s shoulders lifted towards his ears, but his lips curved up. “Come here.”

When Finn raised his gaze to meet Brad’s, a bit of that playfulness was back. Instead of walking over to Brad, he took two steps forward and then turned around, bending over just enough that the frilled edges of the panties slid up, revealing the supple curves of his ass.

“Fuck,” Brad breathed, and he pushed off the dresser and stalked over to his… Okay, he had to ask. “Finn, are we…”

“Going to fuck?” Finn asked, glancing over his shoulder. “I sure hope so, or I am definitely embarrassing myself right now.”

Brad grabbed him by the hips because he couldn’t resist any longer, but he ran one hand around to his sternum and pulled him upright. Finn squirmed against him, pressing and arching until his back was perfectly aligned with Brad’s chest.

“No—I mean, yes! Absolutely, one hundred percent yes, we’re gonna fuck, but I meant what…are we? To each other?” Brad asked.

Finn froze and tilted his head up. “We’re…lovers…right?”

Brad pressed his lips against Finn’s fluttering pulse. “We are. And…maybe one day…boyfriends?”

Finn hummed and grabbed Brad’s hand, moving it up and to the left until it came to rest on his beating heart. “I think after a few more conversations and maybe a couple of actual dates…yeah. I’d like that.”

Brad captured Finn’s mouth in a kiss and let his hands wander across the intricate lace.

It was a bit scratchy across his thighs, with his leg hair sticking through the lace in some places, but it was a little softer over top of Finn’s bulge.

He stroked it a couple of times, and Finn let out a quiet giggle.

“Christian sewed in the pouch to hold my packer.”

Brad laughed quietly, kissing Finn’s forehead. “It has pockets.”

“It has pockets!” Finn crowed, and he turned around and pressed up on his toes, catching Brad’s grinning lips in a kiss.

Brad took advantage of the position to grope Finn’s beautifully lace-covered ass. Then he slid both hands between Finn’s legs and hefted him up.

“Bradley!” he called, and Brad shook his head. “You are so absurd!”

Brad couldn’t help but notice that, despite his complaining, Finn locked his legs tightly around Brad’s hips.

“I think the urge to pick up and lightly throw around my lover is quite normal and not at all absurd,” he said as he carried Finn over to the slightly cleaner bed.

Instead of answering, Finn took advantage of the fact that he was now taller than Brad and grabbed his face, tilting his head up so he could seal their lips together.

Brad reveled in the surprisingly delicious flavor of maple and Finn’s warm, eager mouth.

He traced Finn’s lips with the tip of his tongue, and Finn groaned, tipping Brad’s head even further back so he could plunge his tongue into Brad’s mouth.

“Sweetheart,” he groaned, and Finn rocked his hips against Brad’s chest.

Brad tried his best to be gentle, but he’d reached his limit of teasing and playing, and he half-laid, half-tossed Finn down on the bed. He crawled on top of him, kicking off his pants at Finn’s insistence.

Their skin-on-skin contact felt almost decadent after Brad had spent so many hours worrying he’d never get to hug Finn again, let alone have him writhing under him in bed. Finn’s hands danced up and down his spine, causing goosebumps to erupt across his neck and shoulders.

“You’re so sexy,” Brad whispered, pressing an open-mouth kiss to his shoulder.

“So are you,” Finn said, arching up and shoving his packer against Brad’s stomach. It rolled to the side and then jerked back into position with every thrust of Finn’s hips.

“Do you want to keep these on?” Brad asked, brushing his fingers over the side of the panties.

“No…and I want yours off, too,”

Brad gave another very dignified-sounding squeak as Finn used his sock-clad toes to grip the top of Brad’s boxers and push them down his hips. Finn wasn’t able to get them entirely off, but Brad enjoyed watching Finn’s gorgeous body squirm and contort as he tried.

“Brad,” Finn grumbled, finally reaching down to desperately push at the other side of Brad’s boxers.

“Yes, sweetheart? What would you like? Aside from candy and a nap,” Brad teased as he pushed up onto his hands.

Finn’s eyes were the color of absinthe, and just as intoxicating, as he watched Brad slide down his body.

“I need—ahhh!” Finn cried, his head falling back as Brad sucked his left nipple into his mouth.

He’d noticed that Finn barely reacted when his right one was touched, but made the most delicious sounds for the left one.

“Tell me,” Brad murmured, flicking his tongue lightly against the pebbled bud.

“Brad!” Finn arched his back, but Brad grabbed his hips and pressed them into the mattress.

“Come on, sweetheart…what do you need?”

Finn moaned and dropped his arms out to the side. “You,” he said.

“You have me,” Brad said, pressing a soft kiss right above Finn’s heart. “For as long as you want me.”