Chapter 15 #3
But Ollie didn’t want Finn to come like this. He wanted more. Knowing that Finn wanted to fuck him, he needed to slow down.
“Do you have supplies?” Ollie wished he’d known there was a chance of tonight leading them here.
Finn had admitted previously that it had been years since he’d had sex.
Combine that with the fact that sex with a man wasn’t the same as with a woman, and Ollie feared they were about to be cock-blocked.
“In the nightstand.” Even in the dim light, Ollie could see the adorable flush of Finn’s cheeks. “Wanted to be ready when I got you back in my room. Went to the store this afternoon.”
Ollie pulled back, his eyes meeting Finn’s as he reached for the nightstand, his fingers finding the supplies they needed. Finn watched him, his eyes dark with desire and trust, and Ollie knew that this was right. This was where he belonged.
While he could have easily prepped himself, he wanted them to take every step together. He wanted Finn to feel confident. He wrapped his fingers around Finn’s wrist, turning his palm up. Ollie’s hole clenched as he drizzled lube onto Finn’s fingers, knowing what was about to happen.
“Here,” Ollie whispered, taking Finn’s hand and guiding it between his legs. “Feel this?” He pressed Finn’s fingers against his entrance, circling gently, his breath hitching at the intimate touch. “That’s where I want you, Finn.”
Finn’s breath caught, his fingers trembling slightly as they brushed against Ollie’s sensitive skin. “Like this?” he asked, mimicking the motion, his touch tentative but eager, sending shivers of anticipation up Ollie’s spine.
“Just like that,” Ollie encouraged, his voice husky with desire. His heart pounded with excitement and need. “Now, go slow. Push one finger in, gently.”
Finn nodded, his concentration etched on his face as he followed Ollie’s instructions. His finger breached Ollie’s entrance, the sensation making Ollie gasp, his body clenching around the intrusion.
“That’s it, Finn. God, that feels good.” Ollie’s voice was a low moan, his eyes locked onto Finn’s, drawing him in, urging him to explore further. He hooked his arms under his legs, spreading himself wider, giving Finn free access to his body.
Emboldened, Finn began to move his finger, exploring Ollie’s body with a growing confidence. Ollie guided him, his breath hitching as Finn found the spot that made his body sing. “Right there, Finn. Don’t stop.”
Finn’s fingers were hesitant at first, but he learned quickly, his touch growing more confident as Ollie’s body responded to him. He added another finger, stretching Ollie, preparing him. Ollie’s moans filled the room, his body arching into Finn’s touch.
“You’re doing so good, Finn,” Ollie panted, his eyes locked onto Finn’s. “I’m ready for you. I want you inside me.”
Ollie’s heart pounded with anticipation as Finn’s fingers slowly withdrew, leaving him feeling empty and eager for more. He reached up, cupping Finn’s face, his thumb brushing against the rough stubble.
Finn’s eyes, dark with desire and a hint of nervousness, held Ollie’s gaze.
He nodded, his body shifting into position.
Ollie could feel his heat, the promise of what was to come, and he took a deep breath, preparing himself.
Ollie opened the condom, rolling it down Finn’s length before presenting himself again.
“Go slow,” Ollie murmured, his hands sliding down to Finn’s hips, guiding him. Finn nodded, his breath hitching as he began to push forward. Ollie gasped, his body stretching to accommodate Finn, the sensation intense and overwhelming.
Finn stilled, his eyes searching Ollie’s face, looking for any sign of discomfort. But Ollie just smiled, his hands reaching up to cup Finn’s face.
“I’m okay,” he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring. “I promise.”
When Finn finally pushed deeper inside him, Ollie gasped, his body stretching to accommodate him. Finn stilled, his eyes searching Ollie’s face, looking for any sign of discomfort. But Ollie just smiled, his hands reaching up to cup Finn’s face.
“I’m okay,” he whispered. “I promise.”
Finn nodded, his body beginning to move, his hips rocking in a slow, steady rhythm.
Ollie matched his movements, savoring the connection between them, the emotional depth that went beyond the physical, and he knew that this was more than just sex.
This was a promise, a commitment, a claiming of each other.
“Finn,” Ollie whispered, his voice ragged with desire and emotion. “You feel so good. It’s like your cock was made to fill me.”
Finn’s eyes met Ollie’s, his gaze intense and filled with a mix of vulnerability and hunger. “Same,” he agreed, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s like I’ve been waiting for this, for you, without even knowing it.”
Their breaths mingled, their bodies slick with sweat as they moved together, their hearts beating in sync.
Ollie could feel the pleasure building, his body tightening around Finn, drawing him deeper, closer.
Each thrust sent waves of sensation coursing through him, each touch a spark that ignited his nerves.
“God, Ollie,” Finn groaned, his hands gripping Ollie’s hips tighter, his movements becoming more urgent. “You feel so good. I can’t get enough of you.”
Ollie’s response was a soft moan, his body arching to meet Finn’s thrusts. “I’m close, Finn. So close.”
Their eyes locked, and in that moment, they were completely open to each other, their emotions laid bare.
And when they finally came, it was together, their bodies shuddering in release, their hearts pounding in unison.
Ollie clung to Finn, his body trembling with the force of their connection, the depth of their feelings.
It should’ve been too soon to think about being in love with Finn, but Ollie’s heart knew that’s where they were headed.
In the quiet aftermath, Ollie lay with his head on Finn’s chest, their legs tangled together beneath the sheets. The room was dark, save for the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains, casting long, intimate shadows.
Finn’s fingers traced lazy patterns on Ollie’s back, his touch gentle and soothing.
Ollie felt the steady rise and fall of Finn’s breath, the solid beat of his heart echoing in his ear.
There was a comfort in this, a sense of security that Ollie hadn’t felt in a long time.
His eyes drifted closed, allowing him to simply exist in the moment, to absorb the warmth and the quiet strength of Finn’s presence.
The evening had been a whirlwind of emotions, from the nervous anticipation of stepping into Finn’s home to the unexpected connection he’d found with Brooklyn.
He thought about her tentative smiles, her guarded vulnerability, and the way she’d slowly begun to open up to him.
It felt like a fragile trust, something precious and rare, and he was determined to nurture it, to be someone she could rely on.
And then there was Finn. Ollie thought about the way Finn had looked at him, the gratitude and warmth in his eyes, the unspoken promises that hung in the air between them.
He thought about the gentle touch of Finn’s hand on his cheek, the soft press of his lips, the way their bodies had moved together in a dance that was both new and familiar.
Ollie shifted slightly, his arm tightening around Finn’s waist. He felt the steady rhythm of Finn’s heartbeat, a comforting lullaby that seemed to echo the words Finn had whispered earlier: intimacies.
As he lay there, listening to the soft sounds of the night, Ollie thought about belonging.
About how sometimes, home wasn’t a place but a feeling—the sense that you were exactly where you were meant to be, with exactly the right people.
And in Finn’s arms, with the memory of Brooklyn’s reluctant acceptance beginning to bloom, Ollie felt a sense of peace wash over him.
A sense of rightness, of belonging, of finally finding his place.