Best Friends, Tennessee (Hard Spot Saloon #1)

10. Finn

10

FINN

Purely physical.

Good thing I’m damn good at that.

I felt like I’d just won a prize.

No doubt my fingers were shaking, just a little, as I undid Ori’s zipper. But it was pure anticipation. No hesitation, whatsoever.

I was tired of hesitating. All the time, for all of my life.

Ori was going to get it. He was mouthy, hard to get, and stubborn as all hell, and I loved every goddamn part of it. Seeing him here on the bay window, pushed down, eyes blown wide, only made me more sure of that. The liquor in my system just gave me the go-ahead to do exactly what I wanted—to be more direct and completely fucking shameless.

“Tell me you want it,” I told Ori as I slid his pants downward, revealing his soft, black boxer briefs, and good God , why did that turn me on so much?

Could we have been doing this all along? Was this option available to us, and I’d just been too stupid to try?

“Already told you,” he said.

I ran my palm over the cotton, feeling the outline of his cock more closely than ever.

“Yeah, and I want you to tell me again,” I murmured, giving his cock a little squeeze.

“For fuck’s sake, Finn,” Ori said, brushing aside a lock of his hair as he looked down at me. “Fine. I want you to suck my cock. Really badly.”

I knew how hard that must have been for him to admit, and that only made it more important to me. He still thought I was a timid straight guy, but I was tired of questioning why I wanted some of the things I did.

I latched my fingertips under the waistband of his underwear and pulled them down like I was unwrapping a gift.

Ori liked to say I had a huge ego, or that he was going to somehow feed my ego—but normally, that wasn’t true at all.

Right now, though?

Right now I had a pretty big fucking ego.

Ori didn't have to have to like me to enjoy getting his dick sucked, but I definitely liked seeing how hard he was.

The hardwood floor bit against my knees as I shifted, pulling his boxer briefs off. His cock came free and I let myself really look at it, for the first time. My mouth was practically watering over another man’s cock. His tip was pink and glistening, and he was even bigger than I’d thought he’d be, not that I’d really had any clue what his cock might look like.

It was his , though. That was what I liked most about it.

I wrapped my fist around his base, getting a feel for his thickness. It was similar and different from mine, and I let myself really look at it, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip.

Ori moaned, almost inaudibly, as my lips touched the head of his cock. I let my tongue come out, lapping along the underside, and I got another moan out of him.

God, yes.

Please stay here with me .

I wasn’t going to waste any time. I knew I wanted this. Maybe for longer than I’d even admitted it.

I sank down onto his entire length, letting my mouth slide around him until I’d taken him all the way to the hilt.

“Christ, Finn,” Ori gasped, his hips bucking just slightly under me. “It’s your first time, you don’t have to take me right into your fucking throat— fuck, that feels so good—”

I pushed as far down as I could until he really did hit the back of my throat, and a string of whispered curses came out of his mouth. I lapped along him a couple of times, letting my lips get slicked with spit, feeling every ridge of him. He was moving against me now too, reaching to grip my shoulder, my hair, anything he could grab.

I hummed as I let my hand roam, cupping his balls and making him groan and arch his back. The less hesitation I had, the more Ori seemed to let himself relax.

I pulled off for a moment, keeping my fist around his cock and pumping slow, steady strokes as I looked up at Ori.

“Should have let me do this earlier.”

“For fuck’s sake, Finn, if I’d known you were so cock-hungry maybe I would have.”

Wish I’d known, too.

Wish I’d let myself want it .

With the pad of my tongue on the base of his cock, I gave him a slow, wet stripe all the way up to his tip. I loved what it did to his expression, as if he was in more and more agony with every move I made.

“Goddamn, Ori,” I muttered as I got to the top. “You mind if I…?”

I gestured to my own pants. He nodded quickly.

“If you want,” he said.

I reached down to undo my own belt and the top of my jeans. I shoved them down along with my underwear until they rested above my knees, giving myself access to grip my own cock at the same time.

Seeing Ori’s gaze land on my dick felt forbidden. I was used to hiding myself from other guys, and even when I’d changed clothes in the same room as Ori, I’d always turned the other way.

I held my cock as I looked at him, and a bead of precum slowly came out of my tip. Ori’s hand was on the edge of the bay window seat, his knuckles a little white as he gripped the edge, watching me.

I’d never seen his eyes like this, either. Half-lidded, like he was the one who was whiskey-drunk, backed up against the alcove with his skin all flushed. I leaned in again, tracing swirls along his cock with my tongue. I could grip my own cock at the same time now, squeezing hard when he gave me a good reaction. I built up a steady rhythm again, keeping him pinned down and taking him deep.

The sheer newness of everything was exciting enough on its own. But it also wasn’t just anyone’s cock in my mouth. There was Ori’s familiar vanilla-spiced scent. His voice. Even the little scar on his thigh that he’d gotten while playing in the street one day when we were both kids.

The breeze blew in from the open pane on the window behind us, and the scent of the flowers in my backyard came in with it.

I took Ori in deep again, and for a split second I gagged just a little, trying to push it too far too fast.

“God, that is hot,” Ori murmured, his breath hitching. “Since when are you really fucking hot?”

That was high praise. My cock jumped in my own hand, and I squeezed around myself tighter, laying steadier strokes onto him with my mouth.

It felt like a challenge. Just like our fights. It was time to take him to the edge, pressure him.

I gripped one hand around the base of his cock hard as I sucked him off, doing everything I’d want done to myself. I kept my other hand on my own dick because if I didn’t, I was pretty certain I’d explode.

Ori had never been a particularly loud person, but there was one thing that was true about him: when he was overwhelmed, the man could let out a string of curse words that was unrivaled.

I found out that I could have that effect on him, too. I quickened my pace on him, letting my tongue lap along the underside of his tip every time I came up, and Ori groaned, swearing like a sailor.

“ Fuck you,” he whispered at the end, which only made laugh with satisfaction around his cock. “Fuck you, Finn, you’re going to make me come—”

I groaned around him now, my own cock aching at the prospect of having Ori come undone in my mouth. His breathing was erratic and broken, and I wanted more of that.

Give it to me then, I thought, not daring to take my mouth off of him now. One of his hands came down onto my head, his fingers gripping my hair as I bobbed up and down on him.

“Just like that,” he was saying under his breath.

I knew I was going to come, too. I didn’t care what it took—I was going to prove to Ori that I was game for anything. I’d be down to do whatever he wanted, physically, any fucking time he wanted.

He could toy with any guy he wanted to.

Go ahead and toy with me.

I felt a heat below my stomach, quickly traveling down to my cock and pushing me past the point of no return. I hadn’t taken my mouth off his cock for a moment, and right now I felt like I belonged to him. He was letting himself belong to me, too.

Nothing could compare to what I had with him.

And I really wanted to come for him.

I moaned around his cock, feeling myself tense up. I couldn’t stop it now. The moment I started to come, I knew it would shoot onto him again, and I couldn’t control that. I’d been so embarrassed last time it happened, but now there was something in me that wanted it.

I wanted to come on him.

Mark him as mine.

To know that we’d shared everything together, and remind him of just how much I was willing to do with him.

It happened slower than I expected, the wave building inside me before unraveling all at once. From my place on my knees in front of him, I shot all over my own hand and up onto his legs, some of it getting up onto his inner thigh.

“Oh, God, Finn, that’s going to make me come—”

I hummed deeply around his cock, giving him everything with my tongue. I was so far beyond gone already, and Ori tensed, bucking his hips up with one steady motion as he started to come in my mouth.

Give it to me .

I could feel his cock pulse on my tongue. I knew how hard he was coming, and the way he gripped my hair was so hot I swore I could probably get off again just from that.

Right then, he was mine.

There was no question.

Was this all I had wanted, for so long?

“You…” Ori said, not completing his sentence as he broke off into heavy breaths.

I couldn’t form very many words right now, either. I slowly pulled off his cock, swallowing everything.

“You’re mine,” I said, my voice low.

“Ego,” he whispered, but one corner of his mouth was quirked into a grin.

“Mine,” I repeated, dragging one hand down his naked thigh.

I was pretty sure he’d just changed my entire fucking world, but I was too hazy right now to form those words.

“You’re the one who just came only from sucking my cock,” he murmured, his eyes still half-lidded, his pupils wide.

“You’re the one with the ego. And you came because I covered you in my cum,” I pointed out.

He groaned, arching his head backward. “Can’t stand you.”

I hummed. “Pretty sure you can.”

I bit down on my lower lip, watching him for a moment. I got off my knees, leaning over him, and gently kissed him.

“Not bad for a straight guy,” Ori said under his breath, and I puffed out a laugh.

“Even if I’ve been straight my whole life, I’m starting to think that doesn’t apply to you,” I said.

Ori looked dubious, and I couldn’t blame him. “And what does that mean, exactly?”

“I don’t know. I think it means I’ll suck you off any time you want.”

“Wow.”

I held up my hands, standing up straight again. “I know the deal,” I said. “You don’t want anything serious, and that’s fine. I just want to have fun. God, I missed having fun with you, Ori.”

His gaze was gentle as he looked at me, still melting into the bay window alcove. The words hung in the air for a while, and it felt like the most vulnerable moment of the night, which was saying quite a lot.

It was so hard to tell him how much I missed him.

The night outside the bar had been a fleeting moment of honesty, but right now I was calm. I didn’t feel out of control of my emotions.

I knew I was being vulnerable, and I wasn’t stopping myself.

Nothing felt more precarious than that.

“Well, there’s nothing wrong with having a little fun,” he finally said. “You want me to return the favor at some point?”

I held up my hands. “I know you. I know you start to dislike anything the moment you feel you need to go tit-for-tat. So this isn’t that. I’m satisfied. So I’m going to go to sleep now, and I’ll let you do the same.”

Ori gave me a little smile. “So if I come into your bedroom and find you jerking off again in a few hours, you won’t even want me to hop in and help suck you off?”

“You wouldn’t,” I said. “You’ll be sleeping like a baby anyway.”

“Fine. I won’t come in,” he said, brushing his hair back with his fingers.

I could watch him like this forever. In a relaxed haze after he’d just come, looking like for once, he didn’t have a worry in the world.

“You’re always welcome to,” I said. “You didn’t let me loan you even a thousand bucks to help with your moving costs. So please, consider the blow job a favor.”

“It was good,” he said simply. I could tell he was running out of steam. Not knowing what to say, and probably very sleepy after he’d come.

As I walked to the hallway, I paused to look back at him for a moment. “You know, I’ve always been curious what it might be like to have a friend with benefits, too,” I told him. “So don’t sweat it, okay? Night.”

I made it to my bedroom, shut the door behind me, and took a deep breath before the enormity of the evening hit me all at once.

“Holy fucking hell,” I said under my breath.

Everything caught up with me. The alcohol. The things I’d said.

The way everything had just changed.

All at once I felt elated, like I had just jumped off of a cliff I’d been afraid of all my life—a jump that part of me thought might kill me.

But another part of me knew that the cliff had water at the bottom. That if I took the plunge and fell, I might fall in and find something beautiful.

It was still dark when I woke to the sound of my bedroom door gently opening.

“ Mmm ,” I hummed, looking over to see Ori’s silhouette in the low light.

“Hi,” he said, padding over to the opposite side of the bed. He pulled back the covers and slid underneath, getting cozy right away.

“Hello,” I replied, shifting in bed, still in a half-sleepy state. All at once a sharp cold hit my arm and I winced. “Fuck. Fuck, Ori, your hands are so fucking cold—”

He laughed softly, squeezing my arm with his ice-cold fingers once before pulling back. “Sorry. I need to heat up.”

“Damn right you do,” I said.

I turned toward him and felt for his hands under the covers. When I found the little blocks of ice, I clasped my hands around them, rubbing quickly and warming him up.

“My personal heater.”

“Is that what you’re using me for, after all?”

“Yup,” he said. “Our whole friendship has been a ruse so that I can get you to warm my limbs up whenever I want.”

I chuckled, giving him a little shove. His hands were approaching a normal temperature now, and I pulled back, taking a deep breath.

I felt that gentle tug throughout my whole body as I smelled Ori in bed next to me.

Goddamn, it felt good having him in here with me.

“You said you wouldn’t end up in my bed.”

He hummed, and a moment later I felt his fingers on my back, gently scratching it. It was a slice of fucking heaven.

“Yeah,” he murmured. “I lied.”

Well you can lie to me all you want, if it feels this good.

I was sinking back into sleep quickly, relaxed by his touch and the weight of him next to me in bed.

I liked sleeping next to somebody.

More than I liked to admit.

He warmed up next to me, and the same feeling from earlier flooded me.

I’m so fucking lucky.

But another thought came right on its heels, orbiting like a soft warning inside me.

Or you’re totally screwed, because none of this is going to last.

At some point, Ori would slip away again. From this bed or from Bestens entirely. But tonight, he was here with me. And I knew that was going to be addictive.