Chapter 13 #3
With a firm stroke and a twist of his wrist, Finn watched as Ollie thrashed beneath him.
Ollie’s back arched off the bed, his cock pulsing in Finn’s hand as he came, Finn’s name a broken cry on his lips.
It was the most beautiful thing Finn had ever seen—Ollie completely undone, completely vulnerable, completely his in that moment.
Finn’s own cock throbbed with need, but he was utterly captivated by the sight of Ollie lost in pleasure.
As Ollie’s breathing began to steady, Finn couldn’t take his eyes off him—the flush on his cheeks, the slight sheen of sweat on his chest, the utter relaxation in his limbs. Ollie reached for him, pulling him down for a kiss that was messy and perfect.
“Your turn,” he murmured against Finn’s lips, his hands moving to the button of Finn’s jeans.
Finn caught his wrist gently. “You don’t have to—”
“I want to,” Ollie interrupted, meeting Finn’s gaze steadily. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”
A wave of vulnerability washed over Finn.
This was uncharted territory for him, despite his confidence in other areas.
He couldn’t explain why it felt so much easier to jerk off another man than accept pleasure in return.
Ollie seemed to read something in his expression because his face softened with understanding.
“I’ll go as slow as you need,” Ollie said softly, his hand coming up to cup Finn’s cheek. “Or stop altogether. Whatever you’re comfortable with.”
Finn turned his head, pressing a kiss to Ollie’s palm. “I want this,” he said, his voice rough with emotion. “I want you. I’m just…”
“Nervous?” Ollie suggested gently.
Finn nodded, a rueful smile tugging at his lips. “Ridiculous, right? At my age.”
“Not ridiculous at all,” Ollie assured him, sitting up to press a soft kiss to the corner of Finn’s mouth. “First times are always a little scary, no matter when they happen.”
The simple understanding eased something in Finn’s chest. He captured Ollie’s mouth in a kiss that quickly rekindled the heat between them, his hands roaming over Ollie’s body with renewed confidence. As they made out, Ollie hooked his leg around Finn’s, managing to flip their positions.
Ollie kissed the side of Finn’s neck, nipped his collarbone.
Finn’s heart pounded as Ollie’s touch ignited trails of fire along his skin, each caress both a question and a promise.
He felt Ollie’s lips press against his shoulder, then trail down to his chest, where they lingered, teasing each nipple until Finn was arching into the touch.
Ollie’s mouth was patient, thorough, as if every inch of Finn’s skin was a landscape to be explored and savored. Finn felt a shiver run through him. Ollie’s stubble against his skin added a layer of sensation that sent sparks of pleasure coursing through him.
Finn’s breath hitched as Ollie’s mouth trailed down past his navel, his fingers hooking into the waistband of Finn’s briefs, slowly pulling them down.
Finn lifted his hips, helping Ollie remove the last barrier between them.
The cool air against his heated skin was a stark contrast that made him acutely aware of his own nakedness.
Ollie shifted lower on the bed until he was between Finn’s knees, his hands gently pushing Finn’s thighs apart.
Finn felt a moment of vulnerability, a rush of uncertainty, but the look in Ollie’s eyes was one of reverence and desire.
It was enough to make him surrender, to let go of the fears that had held him back for so long.
Ollie’s fingers traced the lines of Finn’s inner thighs, his touch featherlight but intentional.
Finn’s breath caught as Ollie’s lips found the sensitive skin there, the sensation nearly undoing him.
He dropped his head back, overwhelmed by the feeling, by the sheer intensity of being touched this way by another man.
Every nerve ending seemed to come alive under Ollie’s touch, every sensation amplified.
Finn’s heart pounded as Ollie’s mouth moved higher, his breath hot against Finn’s skin. He could feel the anticipation building, the tension coiling in his body. When Ollie’s lips brushed against the base of his cock, Finn let out a low, desperate sound, his hands clutching at the sheets.
“Ollie,” he breathed, the name a prayer on his lips. “That feels— God, don’t stop.”
“Not planning to,” Ollie assured him, his breath hot against Finn’s skin.
His mouth moved higher, teasing, tasting, until Finn thought he might come undone right then.
When Ollie finally took Finn into his mouth, the sensation was unlike anything Finn had ever experienced.
He gasped, his hands finding their way into Ollie’s hair, holding on as pleasure coursed through him.
Ollie’s tongue traced a slow, deliberate path along the underside of Finn’s cock, from the base to the sensitive tip, drawing out a guttural moan from deep within Finn’s chest. There was no rush in Ollie’s movements, only a meticulous attention to detail as he explored every inch of Finn’s length.
When he reached the head, he took it into his mouth, sucking gently, his moans vibrating around Finn, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through him.
Finn’s fingers tangled in Ollie’s hair, not to guide or rush, but to anchor himself as he was consumed by the intense sensations.
Ollie’s mouth was hot and wet, his tongue swirling, teasing, as he took Finn deeper, inch by agonizing inch, until Finn was enveloped in a warmth that was almost unbearable in its intensity.
Finn felt his control slipping, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. Ollie quickened his pace, his grip firm, his eyes never leaving Finn’s face.
“Let go,” Ollie urged, echoing Finn’s earlier words. “I’ve got you.”
With those words, Finn surrendered completely. Pleasure crashed over him in waves as he came harder than he had in his life, Ollie’s name a broken sound on his lips. Ollie held him through it, murmuring encouragement, his eyes filled with something that looked remarkably like awe.
As the aftershocks subsided, Ollie collapsed beside Finn, pulling him close against his chest. They lay like that for a long moment, catching their breath, the silence between them comfortable and warm.
“That was…” Finn began, then trailed off, unable to find words adequate to describe what had just happened between them.
“Yeah,” Ollie agreed, pressing a kiss to Finn’s chest, right above his heart. “It really was.”
Finn’s arms tightened around Ollie, something settling in his chest—a certainty he hadn’t felt in longer than he could remember. Whatever complications lay ahead, this moment was perfect. This connection was real.
“Stay,” he murmured against Ollie’s hair, the word somewhere between a question and a plea.
Ollie lifted his head, meeting Finn’s gaze. The vulnerability there, the hope mixed with lingering uncertainty, made Finn’s chest ache with tenderness.
“Wild horses couldn’t drag me away,” Ollie promised, settling back against Finn’s chest. “But first, we need to clean up. Trust me, you’ll thank me in the morning.”
Ollie rolled out of bed, not bothering to get dressed as he headed for the door.
Finn should have been the one getting a rag to clean the cum from their skin, but he still wasn’t sure his legs would carry him.
He was almost asleep when Ollie returned.
He hummed quietly as Ollie took care of him. He could get used to this.
As sleep began to claim him, with Ollie warm and solid in his arms, Finn felt the last of his doubts slip away.
This wasn’t just attraction or compatibility.
This was the beginning of something profound, something worth fighting for, worth protecting, worth all the complications that might come with it.