6. Finn
6
FINN
Well, well, well. Cowboys ain’t so bad after all, are they, Ori?
A slow satisfaction spread over my entire body when I looked down and saw that Ori had the fucking Eiffel Tower in his pants.
God fucking damn , I had him. Right here.
For years, it had felt like Ori was trying to slip out of my grasp—like it was hard to maintain our friendship, and our closeness. Intimacy, for lack of a better word.
I felt like I didn’t have any effect on him at all sometimes.
But there it was, right there and totally obvious: I’d had at least some effect on him, and he probably liked something I’d done.
I didn’t care if I was straight or not. I fucking liked that I could do that to him.
I could tell Ori was turning beet red, too, even in the low light.
That was almost as satisfying as his cock being hard.
“It’s just a random physical reaction,” he told me. “I know your brain is already in the process of getting a gigantic fucking ego about this, so you can go ahead and nip that one in the bud.”
He squirmed in my arms, and I only held him tighter. “You’re hard ,” I repeated, relishing every moment of this. “Do you need to come, Ori? Am I making you need to come?”
“Fuck. You.”
I hummed, relenting for a moment. “Do you want me to stop touching you?”
“Finn, I don’t care. The hard-on is nothing. You don’t have to stop touching me, if it’s helping you.”
“Helping me what? ”
He gave me a look. “I don’t know. Sure seems like it’s distracting you from your nightmare.”
“Quit fucking around and just give me a real answer,” I said. “I’ll stop.”
He flipped around in my arms, giving me a defiant look. “I just don’t want you to be freaked out by my random hard-on and think it’s going to make everything weird between us.”
I lifted my eyebrow. “Like everything isn’t already weird between us?”
The air between us was like a live wire.
It always got like that when I addressed the giant elephant that had been in the room all week—for years , really.
But now it was out there in the open. Kind of similar to how it felt when I had him pinned up against the wall in the saloon.
“Fine,” he said. “So things are weird between us.”
“I like that I made you hard, Ori,” I said, squeezing my arms a little around him. “You know I’m not weirded out stuff like that.”
“So what?”
“So?” I pressed. “Sometimes I just feel like you don’t give two fucks about anything I do.”
He groaned, arching his back. I liked the way his body felt in between my arms. A bit smaller than mine, in a good way.
There was something graceful about how he moved.
“That’s the problem,” he said. “I know you like it.”
“How is that an issue?”
He looked adorable all flustered like this, his eyes wide.
“Now you’re going to go around thinking you can just turn me on whenever you want,” he admitted.
“No I won’t.”
“I’ve seen you do it with girls, Finn,” he said. “The moment you sense any girl getting turned on by you, you lay it on thick . Because you like the attention.”
“ They like it, too, though,” I said. “That’s the point. I never do anything people don’t want.”
He ran a hand through his dark hair.
“Fair enough,” he finally said.
I hummed, running one of my palms along the front of his chest, just a little, testing the waters. “And I didn’t know you liked it when I touch you. Does it feel good?”
I saw his cock bounce just a little under the sweatpants, right as I was touching him.
“It feels good,” he admitted. “And I’m also two seconds away from punching you in the face, just so you’re aware.”
That made me smile. “Good. We can fight, too, if you want to.”
Ori reached one of his hands down, pushing down on his cock. I recognized it instantly, because it was something I did sometimes, too. It meant he was really aching. Really hard. He was pushing on it because if he didn’t, it was only going to get worse.
My own cock hardened as I saw him do it.
Holy fuck.
This is turning me on .
When I saw how much he was aching, I couldn’t help but get hard, too.
I pulled my arms off of him and settled back on the blanket, feeling like I’d just stepped off a roller coaster.
It was dizzying. We were close to one another, our arms touching, but both of us were looking up at the sky now, lying back on the blanket.
“Goddamn,” I murmured.
The fire popped beside us.
It was all catching up with me. Until now, it had all felt like we were just fucking around, but…
I also wanted to come, now.
I cleared my throat. “So,” I said. “Uh. How about this weather?”
Ori laughed softly.
“Finn, I’m telling you, don’t think too much about it,” he said. “Just a natural occurrence, like I said.”
My head was spinning. It was like I’d discovered a secret passageway in a house. Like something that had always been there, but that I’d never known was even a possibility .
I let my eyes glance over his body, looking at him in a way I never had before. I felt like I was drunk, even though I hadn’t had any liquor.
When I looked at him, especially at his eyes in the glow of the fire, I was getting the same little urges I got when I really wanted to kiss a pretty girl.
His features were delicate like that. His lips were plush, in the same way I liked on girls, but I’d never really registered that fact. His skin looked so soft.
I shook my head, like I was trying to shake myself from sleep.
No.
Fuck no.
I wasn’t going to do this anymore.
I was done pretending like this wasn’t Ori , right next to me.
I was just going to be real with him.
“Okay,” I said, breaking the tension. “Do you think it’ll be less awkward if we both just come?”
I looked over at him at the same moment he looked at me.
“You’re out of your fuckin’ mind,” Ori said. “You know that?”
“Might be,” I said. “Don’t care.”
He swallowed. “Finn,” he said, a question in his tone.
“It doesn’t have to be weird. I won’t look over, if you don’t want me to. But you know how it kind of feels freeing when you go take a piss in the forest? Maybe it’ll be like that.”
“You want us to jerk off next to each other and you think it’ll be like pissing in the wilderness while camping?” Ori asked. “Damn. Night Camp has really changed a lot since we were kids.”
I laughed, reaching down to feel the outline of my cock through my shorts. “You know what? I don’t give a fuck if it’s weird. I’m down to do it if you are.”
God, please say yes?
My heart was pounding hard in my chest. I did kind of feel crazy, honestly, but the weird thing about Ori was that I always felt like I could say anything to him. My most outlandish thoughts and ideas.
“You won’t do it,” Ori said.
“Pretty sure I will.”
He was giving me the most doubtful look I’ve ever seen. “There’s no shot in hell you’re actually down to come, right next to me.”
I wanted to say one thing to him: wanna fuckin’ bet? But I held back.
“I’ll do it right now,” I told him. “Like I said, as long as you’re not uncomfortable. I want to come, you want to come…”
“And you won’t tease me with this forever, saying you got me hard and being all egotistical about it?”
I shrugged a shoulder. “I don’t know. I might.”
Ori let out a long breath.
I let the moment hang in the air. I wasn’t going to do a damned thing if he didn’t want to, but I could tell that Ori was glad I wasn’t wigged out by the situation anymore.
I’d been trying to defuse the tension, but…
God, I also wanted to have fun, too. There was no reason why we couldn’t do whatever the hell we wanted to do.
And then I felt it.
Ori was reaching down toward his own cock, and I could feel the gentle movement of the edge of his arm pressed up near my side. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my promise to him that I wouldn’t look down. I heard the faint sound of fabric brushing against his skin, and a moment later, felt the gentle motion of his arm.
He was tugging on his cock.
Right fucking here next to me. My own cock throbbed at the prospect, an electric thrill moving through my body. What the fuckin’ fuck?
He stopped moving as soon as he’d started, though, letting the weight of his arm drop down.
“You finally backing out?” Ori said softly.
I swallowed, willing myself to turn my head to the side and look him in the eye. The moment I did, my cock jumped again beneath my shorts.
“I think you’re the one who’s afraid,” I said, raising the bar. “You think I’m going to chicken out and say oh no, we have to stop , but I’m not going to do that, Ori.”
His eyes widened, just a little.
“No?”
I reached down before I could overthink it, freeing my cock and pulling it above the waistband of my shorts. The night air was refreshing.
I really am fuckin’ crazy .
But God, it felt good to finally grip my cock. It had gotten to the point where it was aching, too, and now I just wanted to quit thinking and get some relief.
I kept my eyes locked on Ori’s as I started touching myself, like I was challenging him in a fight.
“Tell me to stop and I will,” I uttered, my voice low.
“I’m not going to,” he challenged me.
“I’m already halfway there.”
But I was hiding a waver in my voice.
He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment. But I could feel him reach back down and grip his cock. “This is such a bad idea.”
“Maybe.”
But whether it was a massively bad idea or not, I was too far gone now to care. I was delirious from a lack of good sleep. I’d felt strange ever since Ori had gotten to my house, being flooded with memories from our past.
I just needed a release.
And some part of me liked that I could do this here, next to him.
Like we didn’t have to have any secrets. Like we could do anything together, just like back in the day.
Finally , just for this moment, we were close again.
“Ori,” I said, my breath hitching as I pumped along the ridge of my cockhead.
“What?” he said back, his voice just as strained as mine was.
“I’m glad you’re back,” I admitted.
I’d been afraid to say it, knowing that the feeling probably wasn’t going to go both ways.
“I’m right here, Finn,” he told me, and I felt the press of the side of his body move just a little closer against me.
His skin felt hot on mine.
Oh, God.
His voice.
And when he looked at me like that—
It was going to happen. Way faster than it should.
I glanced over at him and then lost control. I stroked myself hard as I came, quicker than I thought, shooting up onto the blanket and up to my chest. I looked over and saw that I’d shot a streak onto Ori’s forearm, and instantly I felt my cheeks flush hot.
I fucking came all over him.
“Jesus,” I muttered. “Sorry—fuck—”
Ori glanced down and saw the streak of white on his arm, his eyes widening. He hummed, giving me another quick look. “Going to come, Finn,” he said in a low whisper.
I nodded, trying to… what? Encourage him? Spur him on?
I acted on instinct. I moved one hand up to his arm, swiping my thumb through the streak I’d left there.
And then I brought it up to his mouth.
I pressed my thumb against his lips like I was in a trance. Ori groaned softly, watching me with a burning gaze.
Take it , I thought.
It was like he could read my mind.
I watched as he opened his mouth to me. I pushed my thumb past his lips and against the pad of his tongue, hot and slick and waiting for me.
He sucked my finger clean. I heard him moan as his lips tightened around me, and his whole body tensed up.
Holy fucking fuck.
Ori was going to come, too. I kept my thumb firmly in his mouth as he breathed heavy, his eyes fluttering shut as his head leaned back onto the blanket. His neck arched, and I couldn’t help but watch it, willing myself not to look down at him stroking his cock even though my curiosity was burning hotter than ever.
My heart was pounding. I watched the muscles of his neck relax. His mouth loosened around my thumb and I pulled it out, gently brushing my fingertip against his slick lower lip.
So hot.
So fucking hot it was kind of shattering my brain, right now.
The night air was chilly on the wet skin. My heart was still beating so hard I swore he might be able to hear it. He kept breathing deeply next to me, both of us hanging in the moment.
He looked up at me, seemingly just as half-lidded and delirious as I was.
I kept searching his face for a sign.
“Good,” I finally said gently, nodding and praising him because I didn’t know what else to say. “Very good.”
I swallowed past my dry throat.
A few minutes ago, I hadn’t cared if this was a bad idea.
Now? I was increasingly certain that it had probably been a pretty terrible one.
Not that I regretted a second of it.
I just felt weird. Like everything I’d known was just flipped on its side.
But more importantly, I had to convince Ori that I didn’t feel weird. Because I never wanted him to think I was grossed out by what we’d done. It was hot as fuck, and the last thing I felt was grossed out.
“Damn,” he said softly, looking up at the sky.
“That was so fun,” I said, knowing my voice sounded awkward and overeager. “So much fun.”
When he looked over at me, he searched my face.
“You’re totally freaked out.”
“Fuck, no,” I said. “I’ll jerk off next to anybody, and you know it.”
Shit.
Did that make it sound worse? Like Ori was just anybody?
Thoughts raced through my mind all at once. I thanked the stars above when Ori stood up from the blanket and pulled in a breath, walking back toward the house.
“Need to clean off. You want a towel?”
“I’ll, uh, put out the fire. Be back inside in a minute,” I told him.
A moment later he disappeared inside. I was left with nothing but my own thoughts and the sound of the crickets, which sounded louder now, as if they were laughing at me.
Life had never felt easy for me, exactly, but one thing was certain: I’d always known who I was. I knew what my role was. What I was supposed to do.
First off, I was a Tennessee boy, born and raised.
I liked football, horses, country music, and intelligent women. I was going to try to have a good career, and a few hobbies.
And beyond that, one day, I would marry a fierce Tennessee country gal, show her love, and have a couple of kids. I was supposed to fix all of the things my parents hadn’t given me, and I’d vowed to live my life with a plan , with goals, on a clear path.
Ori had just tossed a fucking lit match onto my mental “life list,” though.
Get really turned on by your best friend was never on the list.
Scratch that.
Make yourself come next to your former best friend, who’s now sort of your rival, and also the only person you’ve ever felt truly comfortable around.
I’d checked that one off with flying colors.
Bonus points: shoot your load onto his arm.
Make him suck it off.
Holy lord above.
As I was gathering up the blanket a few minutes later, I heard the sound of the back door swinging open again.
“Get the fuck inside, Cumshot King,” Ori said, calling out toward me. “I put on British Baking so we can crash out on the couch. Also, we’re never doing that again, okay?”
My heart flooded with relief all at once, like a dam had broken inside me.
God fucking bless.
He’d acknowledged the weirdness, made a joke, and agreed that we would never do it again, all in one fell swoop.
Ori Adams, my hero. No filter, no hesitation. I knew he’d been my best friend for a reason.
“I’ll be in soon,” I said.
But a twinge of disappointment crept in as I made my way back inside, glancing back out at the extinguished fire pit.
Never again .
But it still felt really good, didn’t it?