Best Friends, Tennessee (Hard Spot Saloon #1)

13. Ori

13

ORI

Turns out there’s only one thing that could make me love being back in Bestens.

And I really, really love it.

Finn had done a lot of things throughout our lives, but one thing he rarely did was surprise me.

Since I’d been back in town, he’d made it his fucking mission to surprise me, on levels deeper than I ever thought he’d go, every time we were together.

In the backyard, he’d broken me.

In the shower, he’d fucking broken me even more.

And I wasn’t a person that normally let myself break.

Even coming back into Bestens with my tail between my legs, feeling like a fraud and a failure and like I was back at square zero , I hadn’t let myself break. I came in steadfast, knowing my plan. Knowing I was going to leave this place as quick as I could after I’d gotten on my feet, and knowing that my sister and family and Finn had moved on with their lives long ago.

But it turned out that Finn hadn’t moved on.

What was buried underneath layers and layers inside him was something so raw and vulnerable that I felt like I was with a new version of him entirely.

All of the best parts of him, but more… real.

Like he had nothing left to lose.

After our shower I was fascinated and so lust-drunk for him that when I stepped into the bedroom to find him naked on his cream-white sheets, his towel tossed away, I knew I wasn’t going to hold back.

“Going to put my fingers inside you first,” I told him, skipping any small talk. I sat down between his legs on the mattress. “Want to see how much you can take.”

His cock jumped, and he swallowed, nodding down at me. He looked more like a Greek statue than ever, his skin bronze against the white of the sheets.

I liked the doe-eyed look on his face. Like seeing a god suddenly become mortal.

“Good. Should I, uh, get on my stomach?” he asked.

“Stay like this,” I said, running a palm across the front of his smooth chest. I let my hand roam lower, trailing down from his abs to the hair on his lower stomach, then to his balls, which made him hum. I moved my hand to the edge of his ass pressed against the bed. I could see him tense up, just a little, in anticipation, as if he expected me to shove inside him right away.

God, I fucking loved this.

No more walls up.

I hummed, watching as his eyes changed. I hitched an arm beneath his legs, gently spreading his legs a little further open. His cock was harder than ever, standing up against his lower belly as I stroked anywhere other than his cock.

I was teasing him.

But I also knew he was going to like that.

“You still with me?” I murmured as I traced down to the cleft of his ass, brushing against his hole.

“Very much,” he said in a low voice. “I’m very with you.”

I leaned over him, dipping to catch his mouth in a kiss. Every part of him felt warmer than the last. My fingers were still dry, just brushing up against his hole and not even going inside. But I could tell Finn didn’t know what was coming next, and my heart squeezed, feeling every bit of his nervous anticipation.

I’d felt a lot of different things for Finn over the course of my life, but never this .

A certain power over him. A power I wanted to respect and care for, because I knew exactly how vulnerable he was in this moment.

“I’m going to take it slow,” I murmured against his lips. I still hadn’t touched his cock, and I felt it throb against me, pressed between my stomach and his, rutting between us and capitalizing on the friction. He started to gently buck his hips as if he was being tortured.

“How slow are we talkin’?” he asked, his voice a little ragged.

“Enough to make you want it.”

“Trust me. I want it,” he told me, moving his hips so that he was shoving downward a little against my finger, like he was already pleading for me to push it inside him.

“You’re something else, Finn,” I said.

I pulled up a little, looking down at his eyes for a moment. He had a smoldering look, like the nervous feeling had now given way to a hypnotized lust.

I knew those eyes so well. For a moment I stopped there, just letting myself watch him, weighing how much had changed. For so long, those eyes had meant only one thing to me: friendship.

Friendship like I’d never had with anyone else.

And then, as we got older, everything had deepened, become more complex. Those eyes made me feel about a thousand emotions at once, not all of them purely calm.

Now, being this close to him, looking into his eyes felt simple again, even with all of the things that were different.

I was letting myself show him how much I cared.

No matter how terrifying that was.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to,” Finn said, and I almost laughed as he broke me from my thoughts, bringing me back to the present.

“I’m supposed to be the one who has to say that,” I murmured. “Not you.”

“Why, because I’ve never gotten fucked before?”

“I mean, yes,” I said.

He smiled up at me. “But I know you don’t like… attachments.”

“I think you and I are attached for life,” I said. “No matter what we do or don’t do with each other.”

The lustful look returned to his eye as his gaze danced from my chest to my lips and then back to my eyes. “And that’s why you should quit hesitating and get inside me.”

I hummed. “Oh, I’m not hesitating,” I told him, reaching over to the nightstand for the bottle of lube. “Just—”

“Taking it slow,” he said.

“But I think you can take it.”

I loved the look on his face—his pupils blown wide, his skin already flushed despite the fact that we’d barely done anything yet.

I snapped open the bottle of lube and slicked my fingers, reaching back down.

“You look so fucking good,” Finn said. I knew how much those simple words meant. Nothing was off the table now. There was no question of if we both wanted this. Finn had enough precum at the tip of his cock for me to know damn well how he felt.

I got to be the one to show Finn how good this could feel, if I did it right. He was opening himself up to new things for the first time, and I was going to make damn sure I made it good.

I could come just from looking at him like this.

“You want it?” I said, letting my slicked finger trace over his hole.

“Fuck yes.”

I pressed inside him, so slowly that there was zero room for surprise. Infuriatingly slowly, really, because Finn felt so tight and warm and inviting it almost seemed unreal.

His expression changed in a moment. He hummed at the new sensation, processing, keeping his eyes trained on mine as I drew out the motion as slowly as possible.

But he didn’t seem put off by it. If anything, he seemed impatient, nodding at me, his face increasingly flushed.

God, the sight of him was too much.

I kept my eyes on his chest, watching the way his nipples hardened every time he broke out in goosebumps.

“How’s that?” I murmured.

“Not bad,” he said.

Even if it felt like the strangest intrusion he’d ever experienced, I was certain he wouldn’t let me in on that right now. He was playing the part of a good student. But I kept easing myself in. Steadily and gently.

I could feel when he finally relaxed. I let him settle around me, relaxing his whole body down onto the bed. He started to move against me, seemingly unable to help himself from pushing down further onto my finger, like his body was asking for more before his mind could catch up.

I let my free hand roam to his cock, gripping and putting some lazy strokes onto his base as I let my finger slide all the way inside him.

He groaned as I just grazed a spot he really seemed to like.

“Really fucking good, Ori,” he uttered. His eyes were half-lidded again now, the surprise melted away from his expression.

He wasn’t ready for a second one. I knew he wasn’t, but I also knew he wanted it, and if I could work him into a relaxed enough state, he could take me sooner than I’d have thought. I slid my finger out and slicked two at once, going back to just slightly start to push two inside him.

I didn’t know what to expect, but it definitely wasn’t what I got from him.

His eyes rolled back and he moaned even more deeply, relaxing around me right away this time.

Quick learner.

He was still tighter than a fucking vise, but he relaxed around me as much as he could, sucking in air as I pushed two fingers into him.

“God fucking damn,” he uttered, his voice hoarse and low.

He already sounded like he was being fucked. If he was this hot already, how the hell was I going to handle it when I was actually pushing my cock into him?

“You can take more than I thought,” I murmured, still sliding in slowly.

“I didn't think it would feel this good,” he said. “Give me more.”

I obliged, giving him a little quick push, just a couple more millimeters. But I knew it would feel like a lot after how gentle I’d been. He hitched his breath, pulling in a quick breath of air at the stretch.

“Relax,” I reminded him, and I heard his breathing get slower and more even again.

I kept up my strokes along his cock as I let him settle around the fingers inside him. His pupils were blown wide again as he watched me, focused on nothing other than trying to relax.

I breathed deep, watching his eyes in the low glow of his bedside lamp.

This was what I enjoyed. Being with him knowing that neither of us were thinking about anything else right now. It was immediate and physical. Just how we both liked it.

He was starting to fuck against my finger in earnest now, twisting and tightening on me. I let him do it, setting his own pace, watching as he started to sink into a deep, satisfied place.

“Need you inside me,” he said in a low, almost commanding tone.

I pushed my fingers in him as deep as they’d go. I had to know he was ready. He responded by reaching forward, gripping my cock, and giving it a tight squeeze.

Finn wanted me. It hit me like a speeding train, knowing I could never have imagined my life turning out like this.

Seeing my best friend reaching for my cock because I wouldn’t fuck him quickly enough?

That was a world I never knew I’d be in.

I slid my fingers out in one quick motion, reaching for the condom. I rolled it over my cock and covered it in lube, giving myself a couple of quick strokes.

With my other arm I lifted Finn up a bit further from the mattress, positioning him so that I could fuck him like this—while he was still on his back, looking up at me.

I started to push the slick tip of my cock into his tight ring of muscle, giving him what he’d been begging for. He knew to relax again, and I watched as his mouth opened, clearly in pleasure and not pain.

At first I thought it must be an act. It was going to hurt him, at least a bit, to get used to the feeling.

“Fuck yes,” he uttered through a broken breath. “More.”

As I pushed the tip in further, I finally saw it, though.

“Hurts?” I uttered, trying to ignore the cascading warmth flooding my body from how fucking good it already felt to have his tight ass wrapped around me.

“Hurts a little,” he said.

Good. He was being honest, not trying to act like it was all fine for his ego.

“Ease onto me,” I told him.

He nodded before leaning his head back onto the pillow, closing his eyes for a moment as he breathed deep. “Holy fuck.”

I swallowed hard. “Yeah,” I said.

It was a tight fit and we both knew it. I took it even slower than I had with my fingers, despite the fact that I wanted to shove my cock into him so hard I’d break him.

The thing about fucking Finn was that I’d never even let myself fantasize about it once, back in the day. I swore I thought filthy sexual things about just about every other guy in school—Finn’s teammates, other guys in my classes, even some teachers. There was even a dark time where I got off to the idea of fucking one of my worst bullies, even though in reality I’d rather have never seen his face again.

But I’d never let myself fantasize about Finn.

And consequently, it felt like I was breaking every rule by starting to push into him now. Like it was some dark, hidden secret that I was doing this at all, despite the fact that he was right here with me, and that all of this had been his idea.

“Forbidden” didn’t even begin to describe it.

It felt impossible .

“More,” he whispered, letting his eyes flutter back open again. His cock jumped as I pushed into him a little more.

“How are you doing?” I murmured, finding it harder and harder to string together coherent sentences.

“It hurts and I also want more,” he said. “Can’t explain it.”

I nodded once. “I understand.”

My body was hot all over, now, too, probably just as flushed as his. I let my open palm rest on his thigh as I pushed past the head of my cock into him, knowing it was going to be the most difficult part. Once it was inside, he sank down further on me, quicker and quicker.

He was hungry for it now. I moaned as I felt him push himself down over another inch of me, taking more than I knew he could.

“Fuck me.”

“Chill out,” I murmured at him, but I knew he must feel my cock pulse inside him when he talked to me like that.

His hair was wild against the pillow. I’d never seen him look so messed up in the best way, and I knew I could get addicted to seeing him like that.

“I’ll try,” I said, pushing firmly deeper inside him, slowly daring to go all the way to the base of my cock. And then, by some miracle, it had happened. I was all the way in, filling him up and bending over the front of him, unable to hide how fucking good it felt.

“That’s all I wanted, Ori,” he muttered, his voice low and almost teasing.

How is it possible that you want this?

That you could want any of this, with me?

I was swirling with disbelief and pleasure and sheer lust, holding myself back from pulling out and pounding into him all over again. I leaned upward, gazing down at his body again, trying to commit the image to memory in my mind.

“You look good taking my cock,” I said.

Just uttering the words made me throb inside him, and he took it like a cue to squeeze his tight hole all around me.

“Was that so difficult?” he said, now teasing me beyond a shadow of a doubt.

I hummed, unable to keep a small smile from my face. “You’re unbelievable. You know that?”

“Maybe I do know that. Now fuck me harder.”

I bit down hard on my lower lip and decided to rise to his challenge. I pulled out a few inches and then gave him a hard push back inside. He gasped at the intrusion but then moaned a sound so goddamn hot that I knew the memory of that sound would take up a shining, permanent spot in my mind for the hottest things I’ve ever heard .

“Fuck, Ori,” he said under his breath. He looked up at me with a pleading glance, and there was no doubt now that he was begging for it with his eyes.

I pulled out almost all of the way before sliding back in, enjoying the string of incoherent mumbling that it elicited from Finn.

“You’re perfect,” I murmured.

“Didn’t know it could feel like this—” he said, his words breaking off as he gasped, taking my cock to the hilt again. “It’s really good. Wanted this. Wanted you—”

He started to work against me in earnest now, thrusting hard onto me as I pushed into him with equal measure.

I hitched him up a little higher, letting myself get an even deeper thrust into him, and his eyes fluttered shut.

I was dangerously close to coming now. The angle was too good, and the way Finn looked, giving himself away with total abandon, was something I’d never seen from him before.

I wanted that forbidden fruit. I wanted to know I could fuck him hard and make him come, to know that no matter what happened, I would forever be his first time being fucked.

“I’m right here with you,” I uttered in a low tone, reaching my free hand to stroke along his neglected cock as I shoved into him.

“Oh, God ,” he said, feeling the twin sensation of my hand wrapped around his cock while I fucked him. “Ori, I can’t hold back—going to make me come—”

“I know,” I growled, staring, unrelenting, right into his eyes. They flashed wide, just for a moment, and I felt his cock pulse in my hand.

“Fuck,” he breathed, and as I quickened my thrusts inside him I felt his whole body tense up all at once. “Like that. Please—”

“Come for me,” I said, fucking him harder than before. “You’re all mine.”

I knew he was going to lose control and the way his ass tightened around me was enough to send me right up to that edge, too.

“God fucking damn it, I’ve always been yours,” he uttered, almost totally breathless. “ Fuck —”

I pushed deep into him and stroked his cock firmly as he started to come, shooting white so far up that some even got onto my chest.

His words from earlier flashed through my mind like a beacon.

He loved me.

Finn really loved me, after it all.

And for the first time ever, I really did feel like I belonged right here. Not a fucking shred of doubt in my mind.

“You are the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Finn whispered right as I was at the edge. I lost control, feeling heat bloom in my groin before it hit me like a tidal wave. I came, filling the condom inside him, pushing in deep as I collapsed over the front of him.

I was breathing so close to him and he leaned upward, catching me in a kiss right after I came.

I still felt like I was up above the atmosphere, floating somewhere above.

His lips brought me back to Earth. He kissed me more slowly and deeply than he ever had before.

Kissing me like he was sure of it.

God damn it, what the hell was I supposed to do with that feeling? With how good it felt?

I was still breathing heavy as I broke off from him. I was in a daze as I pulled out and discarded the condom.

I still wasn’t ready for any of it to be over. I didn’t want to break from this moment, to come too far back into reality and remember how things had been before.

I wanted to stay here. With him. With us , together like this. I lay back onto the bed beside him, looking up at the wood ceiling.

From my peripheral vision, I saw him lazily reach an arm over to his nightstand, grabbing a wad of clean tissues, he wiped my chest and stomach, cleaning up the streak he’d left on me before cleaning himself off, too.

We lay there in silence for a moment, breathing deep, the sides of our bodies pressed up against each other, our skin still hot.

“Next time I want to take it on my hands and knees,” he suddenly said, breaking the silence.

I couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, dazed.

“Here I was, worried you were having regrets, right about now,” I said, noticing a little drawl coming out in my own voice. “But you’re just thinking about how you want it again? ”

He turned his head toward me on the pillow, and when I met his eyes, they were bright.

“I bet you could get so fucking deep if I was on my knees,” he murmured. “Can you imagine?”

I hummed. “Yeah, I can imagine, and I could come to the thought of that if I hadn’t just done it inside you.”

“Wow,” he murmured, pulling in a breath. “Thank you.”

I kept waiting for the moment when things would start to feel weird or tense, but it didn’t come.

I was falling asleep before I could second-guess sleeping in his bed. After a moment I blinked my eyes open, realizing I’d nodded off.

I hummed, shifting in bed. Finn reached over to turn out the light on his table, and glorious darkness surrounded us. He moved and I felt the soft weight of the blanket come down over us.

My heart soared.

Being with him was too good. He was too good. Nothing could have felt better right now.

Don’t make me want to stay here.

I shouldn’t want this. Shouldn’t want to belong in Bestens, even if I do.

His arm was around me a moment later. He pulled me in close, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

“Finn,” I murmured, barely able to form words.

“Yeah?”

“I love you, too, you know.”

My words hung in the air.

It felt enormous, but also as simple as anything.

Truer than anything I’d ever said.

I felt him sigh against me. “I love you more than I even knew, Ori.”

I couldn’t stop myself from dozing off next to him. I slept more deeply than I had in a long time, dreamlessly and peacefully.