Chapter 8
eight
“Do you trust me?” Finn asked, sliding his hands up Teddy’s shirt again, this time around to the skin at his lower back.
Teddy pressed into the promising touch. He’d had his medication. He’d had a few drinks. Maybe the combination was what kept him in that warm, fuzzy place that felt like anything was possible. But he still knew he couldn’t straddle Finn’s hips and rock with abandon without pain.
Who better to guide him through this unscathed?
“With my whole body, Doc,” Teddy said, “and that’s saying a lot.”
The smile that spread across Finn’s face was sweet and roguish at once.
He leaned forward to kiss Teddy, then whispered, “I’m not always used to taking full control, but I’ll need to if this is going to work.
Is that okay? No, um… reservations?” He let one hand trail down over the crease of Teddy’s pants, low between his cheeks.
Teddy got the message and had no problem with Finn leading. “I remain in your capable hands.”
“Good.” Finn bit his lip, and Teddy wet his in expectation. “Guess the one taking direction tonight is you.” The hand that had slid down Teddy’s ass came up again, snuck beneath his waistband, and squeezed a naked handful.
Then he retreated and pushed at Teddy’s chest.
“First order, I’m going to need you to strip, but better lead me to the bedroom, or I might get lost in this place.”
“Yes, sir,” Teddy said, slowly backing up before turning and starting to unbutton his shirt away from Finn’s view.
Finn had always been bold, but this Teddy could get used to, even if he still planned to tease him a little.
Once he reached the bedroom, he peeked over his shoulder to see Finn right behind him, stopping to lean against the doorframe. This wasn’t new territory for them, but they hadn’t seen each other completely naked yet.
Again, Teddy thought of his love handles starting to thicken and hesitated as he was about to drop his shirt.
“Are you worried about the scar?” Finn asked with a patient smile.
On his hip, he meant, but no, Teddy hadn’t thought of that, and Finn had already seen it multiple times. “More so my age showing. And if you say anything about ‘fine wine,’ we’re through.”
Finn laughed as Teddy let the shirt fall to the floor. “Plenty of other things age well. Whiskey. Cheese. Harrison Ford.”
Now Teddy laughed, fumbling with the zipper on his pants.
“Keep going,” Finn said in a husky tone, pushing from the doorframe.
He had an added confidence in his strut that made Teddy shudder—and quickly finish removing his pants.
“You’re older than me, that’s fact. The problem is you thinking that makes you less desirable, less interesting, less… everything I want or would ask for.”
As Finn reached him, Teddy pulled the elastic of his underwear over his erection and let them drop down his legs.
Finn bit his lip again, eyes drifting downward. “And I know this might not change how you see yourself, but trust me, you are seriously hot.”
For the first time in a long time, Teddy believed that. “It helps.”
Giggling again, Finn stared warmly back at Teddy until their eyes fell to each other’s lips.
The kiss in the other room had felt hurried in its eruption, but as Finn reached for Teddy’s jaw to capture another one, he moved slower, his thumb stroking at Teddy’s skin with each coil of his tongue.
He shifted closer, his other hand pressing to Teddy’s chest and drifting down with light fingertips tickling him.
They grazed the pudge of Teddy’s middle, the groove of his hip—near his scar—and down into coarse hair where they found him weeping and wrapped tight.
Teddy gasped out of their lip-lock, and Finn playfully flicked his tongue at Teddy’s lips as he started to stroke him. Shaking from the attention, despite his earlier release, Teddy sought an anchor by twisting his hands in Finn’s shirt.
Finn had such long fingers, lazily pumping Teddy to full hardness. His mouth had felt amazing, but this was wonderful, too, and had Teddy panting in moments as he struggled to undo the last few buttons of Finn’s shirt.
Once he had it open, he went for Finn’s pants, tugging on them to draw him closer. Finn squeezed Teddy tighter in response, slipping his tongue back between Teddy’s lips and shifting them toward the bed.
Teddy wanted Finn’s hands and mouth on every part of him.
“Don’t fall backward,” Finn said just as Teddy’s legs hit the mattress. “Scooting up from the end of the bed will rotate your hip too much.”
“So then…?”
“Come on.” Finn pulled away to guide Teddy around the side of the bed, kissing his lips affectionately once more before he sat him on the edge. “Pivot like I taught you when going to sleep each night,” he said, backing up and shrugging the shirt from his shoulders.
His toned physique was something to be envious of, but Teddy didn’t feel like that when he knew he was about to possess that body in other ways.
Part of his physical therapy had been training for simple tasks like getting in and out of bed. Sit, scoot back slightly, lift his body around without rotating his hip, and shift over slowly to get into the center of the mattress.
It didn’t feel like a simple task with Finn’s eyes on him, though, as he removed his pants, then his underwear, all with Teddy stroking himself through the wetness Finn had evoked.
But when Finn came forward again, Teddy realized, “I didn’t think I was getting lucky this weekend. I don’t have….” He gestured helplessly with his free hand.
“I, uhh”—Finn blushed darkly—“came prepared.” Holding up a finger, he strode back out the bedroom door to where he’d left his bag, giving Teddy a hell of a view from behind. Finn’s tan lines along his hips were even more enticing with all of him bare.
After Teddy had shoved the sheets and comforter down to spread out more comfortably, Finn came back with the needed supplies, eyes hungry and erection bobbing proudly with his strides.
When he crawled up from the foot of the bed, all tan graceful limbs, Teddy was reminded of the first day they met and how, even more than Finn’s body, he’d been envious of the ease of his motion.
He still was. He still missed the freedom of not having to second-guess his next step or crouch.
But even if there were hard days, and he knew there would be, he was grateful for what he had.
And right now, he had Finn, naked and nudging between his legs.
“I think I need to start with a little body worship,” Finn said, setting the supplies aside to run his hands up Teddy’s thighs, “because every single inch of you deserves it.”
“Even the extra inches?” Teddy half-jokingly patted his stomach.
“Absolutely,” Finn said, bending to press a kiss right beneath Teddy’s navel. He kissed lower, still petting Teddy’s thighs—lower and around to the side to trail down one leg with a kiss, kiss, bite.
Teddy gulped in a breath. Finn gave each leg equal attention, the parts of Teddy that had been his tools, his assets, his pride, for most of his life.
Then he kissed and nipped up his stomach, hands following in a lazy trail, chest slithering up to graze its skin along Teddy’s shaft.
When Finn got to his neck, he bit a little harder, sucking soothingly in the aftermath, and moved to seal the attention on Teddy’s lips.
Already trembling, Teddy thought that might be it for the body worship, eager to thrust up against the friction of Finn’s cock aligning with his, but Finn shifted away to continue down his arms with the same pattern.
He suckled each finger, eyes locked on Teddy’s, twirling his tongue slow and lewdly, and then moving to another.
Teddy was visibly shaking now and leaking liberal amounts of precome when Finn finally granted mercy with the return of his strong fingers around Teddy’s length.
Having been denied direct touch through all those kisses and grazes of teeth, Teddy bucked into Finn’s strokes, flushed and desperately close, barely able to keep from moving his hips in a way that would hurt.
“Come up here,” Teddy said when Finn didn’t seem to understand that he could come any moment and wouldn’t be able to bounce back as easily as, well, Finn might, not after already coming once.
“Give me a breather before I burst. Climb up and let me give a little back finally.” Teddy grinned, waving Finn toward his face in a way he hoped conveyed that he did not just mean for a kiss.
With a curious grin of his own, Finn obeyed, shifting to straddle Teddy’s shoulders so that all Teddy had to do was open wide when Finn lowered himself to his lips.
Teddy grabbed Finn’s ass to hold him steady, causing an obscene whine to sound from Finn’s throat at the first hard suck and deep-throated hum.
Clutching at the curve of the headboard to balance himself and keep from literally sitting on Teddy’s face, Finn dropped his head back, displaying the lovely length of his neck.
He rocked down into Teddy’s mouth, gently but getting more wound up the longer Teddy swallowed him down, squeezing his ass possessively through it all.
Teddy barely remembered the stitches in his hand, slowly healing, since his mouth was doing the heavy lifting.
“O-o-o-kay,” Finn stuttered with a matching stutter of his hips. “I won’t last much longer if you keep that up.”
“I’m keeping everything up.” Teddy swatted friskily at Finn’s rear, buzzed on feeling and affection for this man more than anything he’d drunk that night. “Better continue taking advantage, Doc, while that’s still true.”
Finn giggled again, hiding his face as he climbed off Teddy to snatch up the supplies, as if the teasing was more to flail over than how Teddy had just been sucking his cock. “You make it sound so dirty.”
“It is.” Teddy looked at Finn adoringly, still keyed up and ready, though grateful he’d had the break to temper down his orgasm. “The naughty nurse who seduced me.”