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FINN

“Where are we going?” Ollie looked around, bright-eyed and ruddy-cheeked, perfectly matching the bouquet of sunflowers that sat in his lap.

“I told you, I am only the transporter.” Eyes on the road, Finn reached out, patting Ollie’s thigh. “And I’ve been sworn to secrecy.”

“By who?”

“Don’t you mean by whomst?” The distraction worked because Finn could hear the eyebrow raise in Ollie’s tone.

“Whomst?” he giggled, pushing at Finn’s shoulder. “Sometimes you’re a meme.”

“Which one?” Giving him a quick smile, Finn double-checked the dashboard map, making sure their turn was still coming up.

“It’s probably on my phone somewhere but…” Ollie shrugged, waving a hand at his luggage on the backseat. Finn had brought Ollie his cell, as requested, but Ollie had barely wanted to touch it and ended up stuffing the thing in one of his bags.

“You don’t have to bother with it until you’re ready. You just graduated a few minutes ago, enjoy it.”

Ollie snorted. “I didn’t graduate. It’s not school.”

“You’ve worked hard though, overcome a lot, and I’m proud of you.” Finn patted Ollie’s leg again. He’d never forget the look of relief and pride on Ollie’s face the moment he’d signed his release papers, more than ready to take the next step, return to his life, and start a better future.

“Stahp,” Ollie grasped his arm, giving it a quick hug before Finn had to use it to make a right. “Wait, where are we going?”

“You already know the answer to that, Sunshine.” It wasn’t much farther and Finn’s anxiety rose the closer he got.

When his phone rang a few weeks ago, the last thing he expected was a call from Ollie’s parents. Once the panic had subsided, they had a rational conversation; apparently, his daily visits hadn’t gone unnoticed. Finn had avoided stopping by when they were at the facility, giving them space to see their son without his dating history making things worse. At the time, Ollie’s treatment had been a priority and Finn had intended to sit down with them, apologize, and talk about his very serious feelings for their son once Ollie had a release date, but they’d ended up beating him to the punch.

It turned out that Ellie was indeed a strange sort of hypewoman, and considering that she liked so few people, The Clarks explained that they’d taken her opinions to heart, especially when Finn’s consistent devotion had proved her right. It made them want to include Finn in their party plans for Ollie’s release day, and he’d been given the important role of transporter, which he took very seriously, only asking if he could add a few guests.

One of his greatest worries had been his relationship with Ollie’s family, and while he’d put off thinking about it, doubts still crept through his mind at night. All of that vanished after speaking to The Clarks, replaced by relief and a tiny bit of apprehension that grew as he readied himself to meet all of Ollie’s family again, normally and not in the whirlwind of chaos.

A small green and white sign pointed to their destination and Ollie squealed delightedly, clapping his hands as Finn turned up a winding road that led to the parking lot.

“Oh my god, I love this place! I haven’t been here since I was a kid. There’s tennis courts and these huge concrete mushrooms that have picnic tables under them and hiking trails…” Ollie poked him in the side. “You didn’t randomly pick this park. I smell shenanigans, did-” He gasped as Finn pulled into a spot, both hands covering his mouth. “Oh my god again.”

Out of all the odd structural mushrooms, the purple one was the largest, and Ollie’s family and friends were gathered under it, excitedly waiting. Lilac tablecloths and balloons donned the surroundings, and Ollie’s parents held a small banner that said Congratulations! in shiny golden script. Uncle Joe sat in a lounge chair off to the side, Owen and Liam next to him, all three waving at the car. Ellie gave them both the metal sign, snarling happily, but Finn barely noticed because the person standing next to her had a familiar head of magenta hair.

“Is that…” Finn squinted.

“Quinn? From the restaurant?” Ollie’s voice dripped with disbelief. “She’s the girlfriend?”

“I think so?” Raising his eyebrows, Finn gestured toward the mushroom. “Why don’t we go find out? Everyone is here for you today, Sunshine. We’re all so proud.”

“No, no, don’t say that, I’m gonna cry!” Ollie waved a hand in front of his face, trying to dry his shimmering eyes. “I can’t believe this, it’s amazing - wait.” His tears suddenly forgotten, Ollie made a face that had Finn choking back laughter. “How did you know about everything? Did my parents contact you?”

“They did,” Finn mirrored Ollie’s expression, “and I almost had a stroke but we’re good now.”

“…you’re good now?” Ollie blinked like it wasn’t sinking in.

“Yep! They think I treat you well.” Getting out, Finn opened the passenger door, lending Ollie his hand.

“Oh!” A flirty grin spread across Ollie’s face. “Well, you most certainly do, Mr. Cooper.” His drawl accompanied an exaggerated grasp of the offered hand, which Ollie continued to hold as they headed toward the picnic tables. “My parents saw that you’re my knight.”

“I think you’re capable of defending yourself now, though,” Finn pointed out.

“True.” Ollie slightly bumped Finn. “But it’s nice to have you around.”

Giving Ollie’s hand a squeeze, Finn smiled broadly, lighting up inside. “I know.”

Ollie rolled his eyes. “Why are you such an arrogant-”

“Will you two lovebirds get over here already? We only rented this thing for four hours!” Tommy called out as Liam met them halfway, grabbing Ollie in a hug.

“One Hundred Percent Ollie-y!” he exclaimed, planting a kiss on Ollie’s cheek. “You know you’re valedictorian, right?”

“I guess we have matching ribbons now, Li Li!” Ollie giggled. “Do you get a ribbon for valedictorian?”

“I think you just make a speech?” The last word got mangled as Liam laughed along with Ollie, the two of them leaning on each other, and Finn couldn’t help but chuckle along with them as they made their way to the party. Breaking away from Liam, Ollie beelined right to his parents, hugging them with fervent thanks. Excitedly tearful, his mother forgot to let go of the banner, and it ended up wrapped around Ollie, complimenting his short-sleeved turquoise jumpsuit and leaving Finn in stitches again.

“I guess Mom really wanted to congratulate you!” Ellie approached next, grabbing Ollie once he was freed. “And so do I. You kicked treatment’s ass! But I knew you would.”

“Biz…” Ollie clung to her, and they whispered back and forth. A flash of magenta appeared in Finn’s peripheral vision and he turned, confirming that Quinn, their favorite waitress, was indeed Ellie’s new girlfriend. What a strange small word they all lived in.

He held out his hand. “It’s nice to officially meet you. I’m Finn.”

“I know who you are, bacon double cheeseburger.” Her voice and energy were sharp enough to cut, only dulled by the curl of her smirk, and once they shook her grip was almost as tight as his. “You’re aware that there are other things on the menu, right?”

“I am, but I like what I like,” he grinned, glancing at Ollie. Quinn followed suit, but her eyes were on Ellie, who wore a stylish black flowy dress and knee-high boots despite the hot temperatures, her matching inky hair shaved on the sides and bundled up into a faux hawk.

“I hear you on that,” she murmured as the dynamic duo finished their chat, looked over with wicked grins, and returned to them. Ellie nodded at Finn and he touched two fingers to his forehead, giving her a quick salute. Although their past relationship had torn through him and Ollie, she’d done more than enough to help repair something that was no one’s fault, singing Finn’s praises to her entire family. Finn was a part of this celebration because of her efforts.

But he’d have to thank her later because Ollie’s parents jumped back in, this time with Tommy, and Sophie quickly followed. Since Ollie didn’t want to touch his phone, Finn offered to take pictures with his device, snapping a few of the family together, and sending them to everyone.

It turned out that all his worries were for nothing; of course, he’d wanted to make a good impression after their disastrous first meeting, but The Clarks seemed to have a short memory and were nothing but open and welcoming, like Ollie. Only Sophie seemed more reserved but once Finn mentioned tennis, she lit up in such a way that Ollie eventually sauntered over, arching an eyebrow in surprise.

“Did she challenge you to a match yet? Don’t do it, it’s a trap! She’s much better than me.” Latching onto Finn’s arm, Ollie practically glowed. To be honest, Finn had worried that a party might be too much for Ollie, but that radiant smile made him happy to be wrong.

“Not yet,” Finn kissed Ollie’s temple. “But if she’s as good as you say I’m going to have to pass, I don’t need another trouncing.”

“Are you sure? I could always use the practice.” There was a gleam in her eyes that confirmed she was a beast on the court, and Finn quickly shook his head. She gave him a good-natured huff, turning to Ollie and looking him up and down, the purse of her lips emitting approval. “I’m so happy that you’re doing well, Ollie.”

“Thanks, I’m super happy about it too,” Ollie beamed. “Next is the day program, which is about three or four hours in the mornings.” And Finn would be driving him there and back if needed, helping whenever possible.

“Are you going back to The Pointe?” Sophie’s stoic nature kept the questions casual, not invasive.

“Mmhmm,” Ollie nodded eagerly. “Once I settle in at Finn’s, I’ll do part time. It’s the middle of wedding season and Dylan is trying as my replacement, but he’s um…”

“Whenever he does a Live he forgets to shut it off and he either smokes a joint outside or uses the bathroom.” Finn enjoyed the horror that flickered across Sophie’s face.

“He also posted a few pictures of his guitar collection.” Ollie bit his lip, raising his eyebrows.

“And his car,” Finn added.

Ollie stroked his chin, looking at the sky. “He does have a nice car.”

“You two should take that act on the road,” Sophie deadpanned, causing Ollie to burst out laughing, and he dragged Finn right down with him.

Once he regained his breath, Finn excused himself, wanting to speak with his uncle, who looked very comfortable reclined in one of the shaded lounge chairs. As promised, Uncle Joe had stopped drinking, gotten a bit fitter, and moved to edibles, which eased Finn’s soul. Like he’d said to Ollie, tomorrow wasn’t guaranteed, but Finn would take every single moment he could with his uncledad, which was easier to do now that he lived closer.

“I thought you’d forgotten about me, Nephewson.” Joe toasted with his ginger ale as Finn strolled over.

“Who are you, again?” Smirking, Finn sat in the chair beside him, glancing around. “Where did Owen and Liam go?”

“To grab some food.” He pointed at one of the far tables, where a healthy selection of fruit, bread, and cheeses had been laid out, a cooler of waters and light sodas perched on either end. Honestly, The Clarks had thought of the perfect place, something reminiscent of Ollie’s childhood without the pressure of a meal, or driving the hour south to his childhood home, and Ollie appeared delighted by the choice, energetic and joyful, a bright living flower that constantly drew Finn’s attention.

“He looks a ton better than when I met him.” Joe had followed Finn’s gaze. “You did good, Finn. He’s a strong man. After I got out of the hospital, Ron called, complaining about him, saying he was aggressive and had somehow turned you gay and some other pig-headed bullshit.”

“I’m sorry, Uncle Joe, but he had it coming-” Finn went silent as Joe held up a hand.

“And you know what I told him?” He sat up, far more easily than he had in the past, his eyes intense. “I told him to go fuck himself.”

“You…what?” Finn pulled back a little, impressed. “You did what?”

“I told him to go fuck himself and to never bother me or you again.” Joe nodded once, his expression stern and serious, so unlike his usual self that it took a moment for what he said to sink in.

And when it did, Finn laughed like a lunatic, not caring that everyone looked over. “That is the best thing ever. You are the best thing ever, well, next to Ollie. What did he say after that?”

“I don’t know,” Joe shrugged, showing off his shiny new spine. “Because I hung up on him.”

“You’re my hero.” Finally free of his awful excuse for a bio dad, Finn shot out of his seat, giving his uncle a hug.

“What’s going on?” Owen appeared, holding a full plate, Liam right behind him. “The tennis court’s over there if you’re going to make a racket.”

“Oh, I forgot you were like this.” Joe’s sarcastic tone balanced out Liam’s giggles.

“We were discussing family stuff.” Finn gave them each a fist bump as they settled on the picnic bench next to him, sharing the plate like lovebirds, of course. “By the way, thanks again for helping me move Ollie in.”

“I owed you one.” Owen sampled some of the cantaloupe. “Have you unpacked anything?”

“The important stuff, but I want Ollie’s opinion on a lot of it. It’s not my place anymore, it’s ours.” No longer was he a singular isolated entity, driving to the lookout and gazing at the stars in an attempt to feel connected; now he had actual friends, surprise siblings, and an extraordinary soulmate, someone to share his life with.

“Aww,” Liam shot him a sincere smile, “I’m so happy for the two of you.”

“Thanks, but I really should be thanking you for being such a good friend to Ollie. You visited him a lot too.” Finn had even used Liam as a messenger whenever work had made him late.

“I understood a lot of what he was going through. I mean, I was terrified doing a day program and Ollie stayed there for months. How could I let my best friend go through something like that alone? You know?” Determination flared in Liam’s eyes and Finn knew, right then and there, that he was going to make an amazing lawyer. “And in a way, I think things are harder for him. When someone at school offers me an Adderall, I can just walk away. But Ollie can’t avoid food. He has to maintain a relationship with something that troubles him.”

“Smart lad.” Joe gave Liam an approving nod and then shifted his gaze to Owen. “Keep him. You won’t get anyone better with that sense of humor.”

“You’re not wrong.” Owen’s fast agreement had Finn laughing again and it spread through the group until Joe put his finger up.

“Oh! I almost forgot.” Picking up a small cooler bag, he presented it to Finn. “I went up to the cabin yesterday to get a few things and guess where I stopped?”

Letting out a gasp, Finn snatched the bag, quickly unzipping it as his mouth watered. “The bakery? Carrot cake!” He pumped a fist in the air. “Nice! Thank you so much, Uncledad, I will treasure this forever, or for the next few minutes.” Finn pulled out the plastic container, marveling at the perfect slice of heaven. Walnuts dotted the sponge, which had a generous helping of cream cheese frosting, and the ring of crunch sprinkled around the top leveled up the taste.

“Can I have a bite?”

They all turned, and Finn smiled at Ollie, patting the lounge chair, for there was more than enough room for two. “I thought you didn’t like my vegetable cake.”

“Weeeell,” Ollie singsonged, accepting the invitation and getting cozy next to him. “According to Katrin, there are no good or bad foods. However, vegetable cake is still very sus.”

Grabbing the included fork and popping the lid on the plastic carton, Finn speared a piece, making sure it had the right balance of sponge to icing, and held it out for Ollie. “You can have the first bite.”

“Always such a gentleman.” Giving Finn a dangerously coy once-over, Ollie opened his mouth, closing it around the fork in a way that had Finn wishing they were home, rolling around in bed.

“Well?” he asked as Ollie chewed, his forget-me-not eyes on the clouds. He didn’t answer right away, waiting until he swallowed to speak, and by that time, Owen, Liam, and Uncle Joe were all invested.

“It’s kinda good?” Ollie seemed surprised but Finn took that as a spectacular win.

“Another for my side!” He punched the air again, taking a bite for himself and humming at the taste.

“Honestly, lad you’d have to be headless to hate anything from that place. It’s like they put unicorn farts in the batter.” Joe waved his hand around, his edibles obviously kicking in. Giggling, Ollie patted Finn’s back as he choked on the cake, while Liam laughed so hard that he almost fell off the bench.

The noise drew Ellie and Quinn, who hovered by Finn’s chair.

“Clearly, fun is being had here, so we decided to come over,” Ellie stated with a nod.

“And ruin it?” Ollie quipped, curling against Finn as she tried to smack him in the shoulder. “Help! I’m being attacked!”

Lifting the cake, Finn twisted his upper body away. “Sorry, Sunshine but I think you deserve that one.”

“You young ladies showed up just in time!” Joe declared, breaking up the fight as he reached for the tote slung over the back of his chair. “Here’s one of the things I picked up at the cabin. I believe Ollie asked me for this?”

Sitting up, Ollie shuffled down the chair toward Joe, and everyone, especially Finn, craned their necks as his uncle rifled through the bag, pulling out a photo album.

Finn sucked in air, cringing. Oh no.

Flipping a few pages, Joe turned the book, handing it to Ollie. “Here’s Finn in high school, playing bass in Death Beverage.”

Ollie’s pleased shriek could be heard for miles as he grabbed the album, staring at it and making a variety of further sounds. Owen and Liam practically bowled each other over as they rushed to see the pictures, while Ellie cackled. Even Quinn cracked a smile.

Surrounded, Finn couldn’t slink away so, he covered his face with his hands. “How could you do this to me? I thought you were my Uncledad!” he whined through his fingers.

“It’s Ollie’s day, how could I let him down? Besides, you were magnificent!” Joe gushed as always, continuously proud of Finn. “I mean, look at you kicking ass up there on stage!”

Slowly, Finn lowered his arms. Although he wasn’t a rock god, the pictures weren’t as bad as he thought.

“You had long hair!” Ollie gasped, putting a hand to his chest, looking back and forth between Finn and the photo with wide adoring eyes. “It’s kinda hot.”

“It is?” Finn blinked, waiting for Ollie to laugh at him.

“Yeah!” Ollie gave him a considering look and then turned to Joe. “Can I keep one of these?”

“Sure, help yourself.” Joe gestured at the album.

“Can I have one?” Owen asked, reaching over. Finn pushed his hand away.

“Do not give him a picture.” He pointed sternly at his uncle as Owen laughed. “I mean it.” His pocket began to buzz and he quickly checked his phone, smiling at a picture of a plate of greens with Jax’s middle finger taking up the entire left side.

Three people have sent this back tonight saying the broccoli is weird. IT’S brOCCOLINI. I hate it here.

“Is that Jax? Tell him I said hi.” Ollie looked over Finn’s shoulder, chuckling at the message. “He’s gonna throw a pan at somebody one day.”

“If he works in a kitchen he already has,” Liam stated as Owen nodded beside him.

Finn chuckled, typing away.

Ollie says hello, and maybe they think it’s a fancy broccoli? To be honest, Finn had no idea what broccolini was but Jax’s rants were always entertaining. At first, Finn had been cautious about his new siblings, even after he’d reached out to them, but once they’d met in person, he threw that caution right into the wind, taking his therapist’s advice and opening up.

He and Jax talked in the group chat nearly every day and since he lived an hour away, they’d hung out a few more times. However, Jax was the master of not revealing much about himself, and even though they’d had lengthy conversations, Finn still didn’t know if Jax was stiff because he hated his job or if that was his personality. Either way, he seemed to take a liking to Finn and had slowly become a more permanent fixture in his life.

Megan dropped in the chat a few times a week to say hi and send a cute photo, and she planned to fly in for another sibling lunch, this time with her daughter - Finn’s niece. All of a sudden, Finn had been promoted from Just Finn to Uncle Finn and he knew that he had big shoes to fill if he wanted to be anything like Joe. Of course, Ollie would be there too; he’d been promised the next meetup. However, he’d already met Jax on a video call via Finn’s phone, and they were now, according to Ollie, besties.

Finn wondered if that was dangerous.

Tell him I hellooooooo and trust me, they’re not thinking at all. Ugh, my break is over I have to get back to the dungeon. Jax’s reply had a GIF after it of a cat missing its jump and falling out a window.

Good luck. Finn sent him a thumbs up.

“By the way?” Ellie still hovered near the back of Finn’s chair, apparently reading his texts. “I saw your brother, he’s hot. Like, in a fighting demons in a post-apocalyptic world sort of way.”

“Wait, when did you see him?” Scrunching his eyebrows, Finn looked over his shoulder at her.

“During your family reunion at the restaurant. I stopped by to hang out with Quinn during her shift and ended up hiding in my car for an hour. You three took forever to eat.”

“You were there? Why didn’t you come in and say hi?”

Ellie rolled her eyes but Finn could tell she was a bit embarrassed. “I didn’t want to interrupt and have you blab about me and Quinn to everyone.”

“Hey!” Finn protested, indignant. “I don’t blab.” He made quotes in the air with his free hand and his cake.

One of her drawn-in diagonal eyebrows raised. “You’d tell Ollie and he’d tell Tommy. I wanted the element of surprise. Besides, I was comfortable watching your hot brother from the comfort of my air-conditioned car.”

“Biz is right, he is hot,” Ollie nodded.

Quinn tilted her head in thought. “I mean, I don’t like men but, if I did? I’d give him a nine.”

“No, no, that’s enough.” Finn waved a hand back and forth, the other one still holding his precious cake. “Subject change, please!”

Ollie let out a peal of laughter so full of joy that Finn forgot about the teasing. All he could do was stare, captivated once again by how radiant Ollie was under the sunlight. The entire time Finn had known him, Ollie had tried to shrink, to be less than who he was out of fear. But now he bravely took up space, allowing himself to exist while standing up to the unpredictable future, and that strength looked good on him.

The hours went by far too quickly, and after a series of hugs, thank yous, and goodbyes, Finn got to drive Ollie back to their place, to start the rest of their lives together. Although Ollie dozed in the car, he perked up once they pulled into the complex, vibrating with excitement as Finn parked in the garage.

“Thank you, again, for letting me live here. I mean it, I’m going to pay you rent-”

“Sunshine, we’re not talking about that now.” Finn pretended to snatch his nose. “We’re going inside and you can tell me if I set up your vanity right.”

“Okay.” Ollie bit his lip. “I still can’t believe that we’re living together.”

“It’s gonna be like a constant sleepover with your best friend!” Finn got out of the car and Ollie quickly followed.

“Yes!” He latched onto Finn’s back. While he hadn’t reached his eventual goal weight, he was getting to a good place because Finn happily pitched forward.

“I’m trying to get inside.” He wiggled a little as Ollie let out a snort.

“You’re supposed to say that later.”

Finally, the door swung open. “After you, brat.”

“Aren’t you supposed to carry me across the threshold?” Holding the bouquet of sunflowers, Ollie blinked his large hypnotizingly blue eyes at Finn and he crumbled.

“Of course.” Hiding his smirk, Finn stepped in, sweeping Ollie off his feet so quickly that he let out a whooping squeal.

“I love it!” Arms wrapped around Finn’s neck and Ollie’s warm lips pressed to his, leaving far too quickly. “And I love you.”

Finn would never tire of hearing that. “I love you too.”

Giving Ollie one more lingering kiss, Finn turned sideways, walking them into the entryway and kicking off his shoes. Placing Ollie down, Finn held him steady as he did the same.

“How about I give you a quick tour, tell you where I put some of the things I unpacked for you? I figured we’d do the rest together?” Finn held out his hand, and as always, his heart raced when Ollie took it, smiling softly.

“Okay.”

Ollie’s stuff didn’t take up much space, so the tour was mostly to reacquaint him with the layout of the townhouse since he’d only stayed over once a few months ago. But he seemed to remember where everything was, and when they made it to the bedroom, he sat on the mattress, studying the vanity in the corner and nodding appreciatively.

“You put it in the perfect place. Close enough to the window for natural light but not so close that I’m washed out. And I love that there’s room for more drawers on either side.”

“The offer of your own room still stands. For the makeup and the livestreams and everything.” Finn gestured toward the hallway, at the extra bedroom that he used to store his exercise bike and other miscellaneous items, including Ollie’s things; after he was fully unpacked it would be easy to have the space set up as a studio or a study.

“I’ll think about it,” Ollie yawned, pulling out his wallet. “I’m still going to do makeup because it’s fun, but I haven’t decided on the whole Olleelicious thing yet.”

“And you don’t have to.” Finn watched as Ollie reached into the little zippered pocket, carefully pulling out a dried sunflower petal.

“I know.” With just as much care, he placed the petal on the nightstand, nonchalantly touching Finn’s heart. “Is this my side?”

“Yes.” Leaning down, Finn kissed his nose this time, picking up the sunflowers that Ollie had laid beside him. “How about you get changed while I put these in water?”

“What should I change into Mr. Cooper?” Ollie drawled the words in a dangerously enticing voice, and Finn forgot that he was supposed to be finding a vase.

“Clothing is optional.” With a wicked grin, Finn snapped into motion as he remembered his mission, which he completed at lightning speed, and he quickly returned to the bedroom with a readied bouquet and his cock at half-mast.

Only to find Ollie lying back on the mattress, pants open, shirt half-off, fast asleep.

Finn found it more cute than frustrating. The day had been full of excitement, from leaving treatment to his party in the park, and Ollie wasn’t used to it. He needed rest.

Placing the sunflowers on the dresser, Finn closed Ollie’s open shirt, took off his socks, and pulled the sheet over him. Central air kept the room comfortable but Finn laid a blanket at the foot of the bed just in case, and then sat beside him for a moment, watching him sleep, studying the peace on his face with a smile, and whispering, “I’m so glad you’re here now.”

“Either the sex was so great my mind went blank or I shamefully passed out on you,” Ollie said from the kitchen doorway, startling Finn, who dropped the spoon right into the pot he’d been stirring.

“Remind me to get a bell for your neck.” Fishing out the utensil, he tossed it in the sink, shutting off the food and drying his wet hand; thankfully, the water hadn’t started boiling. “And it’s fine. We have the rest of our lives to fool around so-” The rest of the sentence didn’t stand a chance as Ollie strolled into the room, wearing a long sheer purple shirt that left nothing to the imagination.

“But what if I want to fool around now?” Ollie took a few more steps, his bare feet making almost no noise as he glided toward Finn, who squeezed the towel he held, mesmerized, his cock immediately rising.

Not knowing where to touch, Finn hesitated for a few seconds, his gaze everywhere until Ollie closed the gap between them, reaching up to wrap his arms around Finn’s shoulders while tilting his head, asking for a kiss.

And of course, Finn had to oblige; he missed being able to kiss Ollie without anyone around. Dropping the towel, he delved deep, running his hands all over the shimmery fabric, swallowing Ollie’s moans. Within seconds, the T-shirt began to tent as Ollie pressed himself into Finn’s thigh, hot and needy, and Finn answered by grabbing Ollie’s ass, pushing him down on his leg while grinding his cock against Ollie’s stomach.

Clawing at each other while trying to circle their hips caused them both to stumble, and Finn broke away, tasting Ollie on his tongue. Without saying a word, he walked them back a few steps until Ollie’s butt connected with the table.

“W-What?” Glancing over his shoulder, Ollie bit his lip and shivered, spurring Finn on. The car session hadn’t been nearly enough and Ollie had just served himself up on a shiny purple platter.

Swiping yesterday’s mail and a pine cone centerpiece to the floor, Finn cradled the back of Ollie’s head and gently laid him back until he was sprawled out across the oak table, the shirt riding up, showing Finn only excitement. Ollie didn’t need makeup to look otherworldly for right now, with swollen lips and dilated pupils, his curls in a messy halo around his head, it was like he’d captured an elfin prince.

Whining, Ollie shifted, the purple sheen over him dancing under the light, igniting his skin and Finn’s libido. His nipples teased through the fabric and Finn dove for those first, leaning over Ollie and sucking one into his mouth, T-shirt and all.

Crying out, Ollie curled around him. “Finn! Aaaah! That’s-” Legs circled Finn’s waist as he released the morsel with a pop, studying the dark circle he’d made on the fabric and the hard nub protruding from its center. Moving across, he did the same to its twin, which begged for Finn’s tongue, standing proud and tall once he was done.

Standing up, Finn grabbed the hem of his shirt, making sure he had Ollie’s focus before pulling it over his head, his shorts and underwear quickly following. In response, Ollie made a deep guttural sound in the back of his throat, one of his hands reaching up, almost of its own accord, and then dropping to the table.

Coming back, Finn slid a hand up Ollie’s leg, stopping as soon as he reached fabric. “Can I touch you under here?”

Sitting up so fast that they almost knocked heads, Ollie yanked off his shirt, tossing it to the floor.

“Yes,” he said breathlessly, lying down again. But he averted his face, not looking at Finn, as if he expected judgment.

“You’re beautiful,” Finn murmured, putting all his sincerity and reverence into that loaded word, because Ollie needed to hear it, needed to know that he was lovely in every way and that he made Finn feel like the luckiest man on earth.

“What?” A cautious hope shone in Ollie’s eyes as he turned to look at Finn again, and since he seemed to trust Finn’s words, they bore repeating.

“I said, you’re beautiful.” Carefully, Finn stretched out next to Ollie on the table, gathering him close. “And I love you.”