Chapter 9
Chapter Nine
Finn
FINN BARELY WAITED until they made it into their tent.
They crawled in first, and the moment Jude followed, they grabbed at his shirt and dragged him in. The tent flaps hung open, but Finn didn’t care. They knelt on one of the sleeping pads and yanked Jude forward until his lips crashed against theirs.
Jude’s hands went to their shoulders, bracing from apparent surprise. He didn’t pull away, however, and Finn groaned against that warm, familiar mouth they’d been craving all night. He tasted like bitter beer and smoky campfire. Finn skimmed their hands up his chest, wishing they could tear away his T-shirt, then settled them on his shoulders.
Jude blinked when they parted, his mouth caught between a giddy smile and flickering surprise.
“What was all that for?” he said.
Finn chewed on their bottom lip, eyes eating up as much of Jude as they could see from this close. “That game. All those stories. It got me thinking.”
Jude’s eyebrows rose. He shot a look at the open tent flaps, but when his gaze returned to Finn, who was swiping their tongue along their lips, that concern seemed to vanish. He reached behind himself, hastily zipping up the tent.
“Uh, yeah,” Jude said. “Me too. Lots of thinking. Thinking so much.”
Finn bit back a laugh. Even after this much time, Jude still flustered so easily. Everything still felt new with him, despite how ravenous they were every time they got to spend a few days together. Foolishly, Finn had believed a camping trip might be different. It had only been a day, but they already had dirt just about everywhere. “Showering” via some baby wipes got the worst of it, but it was no substitute for a real shower.
Well, it was only going to get worse. The dirt and smell would keep on accumulating. The way Finn figured it, this was as clean as they’d be for several days, so they might as well take advantage of it.
With that encouragement driving them, Finn threw aside their shirt. They dragged Jude’s shirt off as well before pulling him back to their mouth. They eased down onto the sleeping pad beneath them while sucking on Jude’s bottom lip.
The pad was small and narrow, and they’d already mussed things around enough that Finn could feel hard ground beneath them in some places. They didn’t care. The need that had gathered like raindrops coalescing into a puddle sat warm in their belly, and Jude’s weight atop them only made it worse. His bare chest was warm. He slotted between Finn’s legs, his body fitting against theirs like they were halves of a locket sliding into place.
Jude’s hand snuck to its customary place in Finn’s hair. No matter how they did this, he always tried tangling his fingers in the long, silky locks. This wasn’t the greatest position for it, especially with most of Finn’s hair trapped under them, but Jude found a way to squirm his fingers in and hold tight.
Finn swayed into it, hips coming up off the ground. The motion revealed their mutual excitement. Jude ground his hips down, pressing his hard cock against Finn. He moaned, and Finn dove into his mouth with their tongue, licking him open, prying out his little whimpers of agonizing desire.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he panted. “Need you so bad now.”
Finn smiled to themself. They would never get tired of hearing that. At first, Finn had worried this would be a phase for Jude, a shameful episode he buried and tried to forget. But even after several months of this, he was no less overcome and excited every time they did this, no less eager for every experience, no less open to anything new Finn might suggest. He didn’t just wear some rainbow leggings once in a while; Jude embraced what he’d learned about himself with fearless exuberance, and it made everything feel new and exhilarating for Finn, as well.
Jude pushed up onto his elbows to look down at Finn, but left his hips, and his hard cock, pressed against them. It was dark and quiet all around them, but the heat sloughing off Jude lapped at Finn’s bare skin.
“How are we doing this?” Jude said. “Is … is the whole camping thing going to make it difficult? I really need you.”
Finn could feel how much he needed them, and they reveled in that information. “No, it’ll be fine. Get on your side behind me.”
Jude obeyed immediately, even though he likely had no idea exactly what Finn had planned. Finn hadn’t really had a plan until a moment ago either, but there were plenty of ways to do this even with the constraints of sleeping pads and tents and slumbering campgrounds.
Jude settled on his side, a sleeping pad creaking under him. The inflated pads barely kept them off the ground, and they were going to really test the devices tonight. But one night of rougher sleep was not nearly enough to stop Finn now that they were riled up and aching for Jude. It was funny that someone so new to gay sex got Finn hotter than any other partner they’d ever had, but Jude was a quick learner, always eager to please, to follow direction, to obey the instructions laid out by Finn’s every moan.
Finn got on their side as well, then shimmied backward until they felt Jude against their ass and thighs. He’d already taken his pants off, but he didn’t do more than set a shaky hand on Finn’s hip for the moment.
“The lube is in my backpack,” Finn said. “The little pocket in the front.”
Jude needed nothing further. Finn heard him scrambling around in the dark, cursing softly as he bumbled. Finn used the interruption to get their own clothing out of the way. They barely managed it before Jude was back, the lid of the lube opening with a pop that seemed to ring through the sleepy darkness. If anyone was still awake, they were definitely about to hear some things, but Finn really didn’t care. Hadn’t they all just sat around the campfire sharing their most salacious anecdotes? What difference did a little late-night moaning make?
“Thighs,” Finn said.
Finn was fully prepared to explain that this was not the right time or place for more, but Jude didn’t ask. He simply shuffled close, his hand sliding between Finn’s thighs from behind and smearing lube on them.
He took his time with it, hand dipping between Finn’s legs, brushing their sack. A finger grazed all along their taint, skimming all the delicate places that made Finn shudder. Fuck, he was such a good boy. Even in the throes of his own need and with Finn offering themself to him, Jude never stopped thinking of their pleasure. The way he applied lube to both of them wasn’t some perfunctory exercise, a chore he had to perform before he got a treat in reward; it was part of the allure, part of the play.
They were both panting by the time Jude had them ready. Finn was on the verge of asking him to hurry up, but Jude knew just when to shift gears.
His hand retreated and he pressed up behind Finn. This time, he fed his cock between their thighs, sighing as he pushed forward until his hips met their ass.
“Fuck,” Jude sighed.
He wrapped an arm around Finn, hand resting on their chest so he could hold them tightly as he rocked his hips. His head lowered, his nose burrowing into their hair. He started moving his hips, his ragged breaths puffing against Finn’s back. His cock slid between their thighs and grazed their sack. Finn squeezed their legs more tightly together, holding him closer, soaking up the friction.
“Oh god,” Jude groaned. “That feels … that feels really, really good.”
He hugged them tighter against his chest, as though he couldn’t possibly get close enough. His hips worked in smooth strokes, the sleeping pad groaning under him.
Finn started swaying as well, shifting their body to enjoy Jude’s cock rubbing against them. They longed to have him inside them, but that would have to wait. Tonight, Finn would enjoy the beat of Jude’s hips against them, the slap of his body against theirs, the friction of his cock grazing against them.
Jude didn’t leave it at that. Of course he didn’t. Of course he was thinking about Finn even as his desperate moans cluttered their little tent. His hand snuck downward, groping blindly for Finn’s cock, presumably so he could stroke them. And god, yes, how Finn wanted that, how they wanted Jude’s sure hand touching them. But as soon as Jude stopped hugging them close, his thrusting lost power, and that wasn’t a sacrifice Finn was willing to make.
“I’ll do it,” Finn said, batting Jude’s hand away. “Just concentrate on fucking my thighs.”
Jude groaned, the surest “yes” Finn had ever heard. His hand settled on their hip rather than their chest, but that gave him all the leverage he needed to resume the slap-slap-slap of his body against Finn’s.
Finn fumbled for their own cock, relief and need flooding through them in equal proportion the moment they touched themself. They took themself firmly in hand, arching as soon as pressure wrapped around their cock and promised them release.
It wasn’t just their own hand. It was Jude. His pounding rhythm, his hand clutching at their hip, his fingers digging at their skin as pleasure overwhelmed him. It was Jude’s desire, his breath puffing hot against their back, his moans loud enough that everyone at their campsite likely knew what they were doing tonight.
Let them. Let them know. Let them hear. Finn could give a damn. Some piece of them reveled in it, in fact. There was something delicious in knowing everyone could hear just how desperately Jude wanted them.
“I-I’m getting close,” Jude said.
Finn squeezed their thighs together around him, welcoming the burn of his plunging cock. “Good,” they said. “Me too.”
They pumped themself harder and faster, trying to keep up. When Jude got this close, it never took long, but that was fine by Finn. They’d been sitting and squirming and wanting him the whole damn night.
Jude lowered his head against their shoulder, his strained moans brushing Finn’s flushed skin. His hand snaked back up their body to hold them close, like he would shatter if he didn’t hang onto them.
Finn arched more, pressing their ass back and squeezing around Jude. They stroked furiously, sensing Jude tipping toward the edge, knowing this couldn’t last much longer for either of them. The need burned between them, leaving the places where they touched hot and slick with sweat. The slap of their bodies was nearly as loud as Jude’s moaning, and Finn’s voice was rapidly rising to join his.
“Shit,” Jude groaned. “Oh, fuck. Fuck.”
He seemed incapable of anything but those breathy expletives, lost in desire. Finn wasn’t doing any better. They bucked into their own hand, aided by the slap of Jude’s hips against them. The edge rushed toward them, a welcome relief after a whole night of teasing.
Jude choked on his own breath an instant before he pressed up hard against Finn and held there. Warm spend splattered Finn’s thighs in a burst. Jude held them somehow tighter, groaning rapturously into their hair, scrabbling to get as close as he could.
Finn pumped hard, chasing after Jude, joining him only moments later as they spilled over their hand and added to the mess. More and more seemed to burst out of them, as though their body couldn’t stop, as though they’d just keep coming until there was nothing left in them.
Eventually, however, they sagged, panting in Jude’s arms. Cum cooled sticky on their thighs and in their hand, but neither Finn nor Jude made any attempt to move just yet. Their breathing scratched at the close, hot tent.
Jude held them, nestled against Finn’s back, his nose still in their hair and arm still around their chest. He kissed at their shoulder, fingers playing idly over their bare skin.
“Camping sex is really good,” Jude said eventually.
This time, Finn let the laughter emerge. Jude was always like this, always overwhelmed and amazed by every new experience. Everything they tried was always the best thing they’d ever tried, whether it was the first time Jude had had a cock inside him or a quick fuck inside a stuffy tent.
God, Finn adored this man.
They rolled over, ignoring the mess a moment longer to press a soothing, lingering kiss against Jude’s lips.
“I love you, you incredible dork,” Finn said.
Even in the dark, Jude’s smile felt somehow blinding. “Love you too, beautiful.”