SEVEN
Finley walked through the back door ten minutes late. He didn’t knock.
The living room looked sparse without a crowd of bodies.
Henry sat in the middle of one of the sofas, with Alex under his arm.
A man in jeans and a band t-shirt sat on Henry’s other side, space between them.
He had an angular face and dark, day-old scruff on his face.
Both Henry and the stranger looked bigger and stronger than Finley, and Finley felt like an imposter.
What was he doing here again? What exactly did he plan to contribute to this whole situation?
Henry and Alex smiled at him, and some of Finley’s anxiety melted. Henry squeezed Alex under his arm and Alex put his hand on Henry’s thigh.
“Glad you made it, there’s drinks in the fridge if you like,” Henry said.
Finley turned back towards the refrigerator.
He found an orange soda and popped the tab before returning to the living room.
The hardwood floor creaked loudly with every step as he crossed the room to sit with the dark-haired stranger.
“That’s Ben,” Henry gestured to the stranger. Ben lifted a couple of fingers. “Ben, that’s Finley.”
“Good to meet you,” Ben said. Finley sat down on the empty sofa and gripped his soda can.
“So how do you know Henry and Alex?” Ben asked. He rested his arm along the top of the sofa and stretched out his legs. He was wearing well-worn black boots.
“I, um, I’m in a stats class with Jason. One of the roommates?” Finley said.
“Alex sucked him off at the last party,” Henry answered, getting to the point.
“Nice,” Ben said. “He’s good, isn’t he?” Alex smiled a little at the compliment. Henry said something in Alex’s ear. Alex nodded and stood up and crossed the room to the sofa where Finley was sitting. He sat down next to Finley but left a few inches of space between their bodies.
Alex looked at Finley and Finley returned his gaze. He looked up at Finley in a way that seemed both vulnerable and practiced. Finley looked to Henry and Ben, but they were facing each other in conversation.
“Henry said you looked lonely sitting by yourself,” Alex said. Finley carefully set his soda can on the wood floor.
“It’s good to see you again,” Finley said.
“Can I sit on your lap?” Alex asked. Finley nodded.
Alex climbed onto Finley’s lap and straddled his thighs, facing Finley.
Finley’s hands fell to the waistband of Alex’s jeans.
Alex wrapped his arms around Finley’s shoulders, and in lifting his arms his shirt rode up enough that Finley could see a strip of bare skin.
Finley lifted his thumbs up to drag along the skin of Alex’s belly.
He remembered how Alex had looked, shirtless and red lipped when he had been on his knees during the party.
He pushed the fabric of Alex’s shirt up just enough to expose a few more inches.
Alex took the cue and lifted his shirt over his head and dropped it on the floor.
Finley’s hands drifted lower and he gripped Alex’s ass as Alex slotted his mouth again Finley’s.
Finley had never kissed a man before, and a bolt of fear struck him before it evaporated just as quickly as it had appeared.
Alex’s mouth was soft and sweet, and his kiss felt eager.
Finley kissed back, tongue pushing past Alex’s lips.
He licked at Alex’s tongue and Alex moaned softly and ground his hips against Finley’s.
Finley dug his fingers into the flesh of Alex’s ass, pulling him tighter against his pelvis.
He was hard in his jeans already, and Alex was grinding right onto his cock.
Finley moaned and tried to lift his hips to press their bodies tighter together.
The quiet conversation across the room stopped.
“Alex, what are you doing?” Henry admonished. Alex broke the kiss and pulled back, but he kept his eyes locked with Finley’s.
“You said he looked lonely,” Alex said, voice raised loud enough to carry across the room.
“I didn’t say hump his lap,” Henry said, teasing. Alex gave Finley a small smile and ground on him again.
“I’m just so horny,” Alex pouted. Finley’s heart flew in his chest.
“You made him hard, didn’t you?” Henry admonished. Alex gave Finley a look of fake guilt.
“Sorry, Finley,” Alex apologized. He didn’t sound sorry.
“Well, take care of it for him,” Henry said. Alex looked down between their bodies to where Finley’s cock was trapped in his jeans.
“Can I take care of that for you?” Alex asked, sweetly. Finley nodded, already speechless. Alex slid off Finley’s lap and onto the hardwood floor. He opened Finley’s jeans and helped Finley pull his cock out.
“You can push my head down,” Alex said. He opened his mouth and sunk down on Finley’s cock. Finley gripped Alex’s hair to steady himself, but he heard Alex moan softly in response.
“Fuck, fuck,” Finley cursed and tried to orient himself.
Alex wanted it rough. He could pull himself together enough to make it good for Alex.
He took a steading breath and on Alex’s next slide down, Finley pushed.
Alex’s mouth went further, and Finley felt the head of his cock push past the opening to Alex’s throat. His throat squeezed and swallowed.
Finley gritted his teeth to keep from cursing again. He wanted to maintain some illusion of control for Alex’s sake. He kept the rhythm of pushing down on Alex’s head and Alex sunk his mouth to press his nose into Finley’s open jeans.
Finley lifted his gaze from the back of Alex’s head and saw that both Henry and Ben were watching.
Henry gave Finley a thumbs-up, and Finley felt his face heat up.
It was so strange to be watched, especially by men.
But it didn’t feel wrong, or gross, just…
different. Hot, in a different way. Finley looked back down at Alex.
He wrapped his free hand around the back of Alex’s neck and squeezed.
Ben turned to Henry and said something. He adjusted himself in his own jeans and Henry laughed.
“You’re making our other guest hard, darling,” Henry said. “Don’t you think it’s rude to take care of one of our guests and not the other?” Alex moaned and sped up his pace. Spit spilled from his lips. Finley dropped his head back and gasped at the ceiling.
Ben and Henry continued their conversation about Alex while Finley’s orgasm built in his balls. He remembered that Alex liked it on his face and he was determined to pull him off in time.
“Ben wants to use your hole, are you going to be a good hole for him?” Henry asked.
Alex moaned and Finley couldn’t hold off any longer.
He pulled Alex up by his hair and took his cock in his hand.
Finley shot across the bridge of Alex’s nose, and then on his cheek.
Alex shuddered and moaned like he was coming with Finley.
“Did you just come, boy?” Henry asked, tone firm.
“No, oh fuck, almost,” Alex gasped, eyes closed, face still in an expression of bliss.
Henry turned and said something to Ben. Ben stood up and went to Alex, who had sat back on his heels on the floor. Ben hauled Alex up by his armpit and pulled him off in the direction of Henry’s bedroom. Alex went willingly, his gait unsteady but held upright by Ben’s tight grip on his arm.
Finley put his softening penis back in his pants and zipped up. He looked to Henry for what he was supposed to do now. Was he supposed to follow and watch? Give them privacy? He had seen Henry’s bedroom, and it wasn’t a large space.
Henry crossed the room to Finley and sat beside him.
He turned to Finley and bent his knee to lean casually against the back of the sofa.
Finley looked at him. Henry looked relaxed, like it was perfectly fine that Finley felt rudderless and confused.
Finley understood why Alex felt comfortable with Henry.
“Thanks for inviting me,” Finley said, breaking the silence. Henry smiled.
“We’re glad you decided to come. Alex liked you when he met you at the party.” When he met you was a funny way to describe when you stood in line to get your dick sucked.
“I’m not sure why, I have no idea what I’m doing,” Finley admitted.
“You pay attention to what he likes. You’re appreciative. He likes both of those things. And you’re selling yourself short, you’re a good-looking guy.” Finley rolled his eyes. He guessed he was good looking enough, but Henry and Ben shared a bad boy look that made Finley feel like an imposter.
“You’ve got a clean cut, straight guy look. Like you go to sports bars.” Finley laughed. Sports bars were the only bars he went to. “And you see a boy getting used and you just can’t help yourself, you know? That’s probably part of it.” Finley tilted his head and thought about it.
“That’s actually very close to the truth,” Finley admitted.
“Nice,” Henry said. He reached down and began to unlace his boots. Finley heard a moan and a bedframe creaking from the other room. He took Henry’s lead and toed off his shoes.
“Should we…” Finley wasn’t sure how to ask what they were supposed to do next. Henry shook his head.
“Not yet. Close, though.”
“How will you know?” Finley asked. He scooted his shoes around the side of the sofa to sit next to Alex’s shirt.
“It’ll get a lot louder. Alex gets real slutty,” Henry said, giving Finley a knowing smile. Finley remembered Alex on his knees with the word HOLE on his face. He felt the blood pooling in his soft cock. Yeah, he wanted to see it again.
Henry moved closer to Finley on the sofa. Their thighs touched and Henry angled his shin to press against Finley. Finley’s chest grew warm and he licked his lips.
“Okay?” Henry asked.
“Yeah,” Finley said, voice thick.
“Can I kiss you? No pressure,” Henry said. Finley, not sure what to say but knowing he wanted to at least try it, nodded.
Henry put his hand on the back of Finley’s neck and pulled him closer. He paused just before their lips met, and Finley inhaled Henry’s smell. It was intimate, and arousing, and Finley felt like he was melting under Henry’s grip. Finley moved first, closing the small gap between their parted lips.
Henry’s mouth was warm and soft, and he tasted faintly of mint. He felt Henry inhale through his nose and Finley pressed closer. Henry brought his free hand to Finley’s side and rucked up his t-shirt. Finley gripped Henry’s thigh through his jeans. It was good. It was really good.
Finley made a faint hitching sound in his throat when Henry pulled back just to reposition and kiss Finley again.
Finley’s whole body was reacting. He distantly wondered if he was going to be chill about this later, when he was alone to replay this moment in privacy.
Henry pressed closer like he meant to push Finley onto his back. Finley went slack.
A long, loud moan from deeper in the house cut through the relative silence. Henry drew back and looked at Finley with a playful expression.
“Show’s on,” Henry said. He untangled himself from Finley and stood up. Finley reached out and touched Henry on the arm to get his attention.
“Any advice?” Finley asked. Henry had texted a few rules but hadn’t given explicit instructions. Finley wanted to get it right.
“Nah, you’ll be great. Just be yourself, it works for you.” Henry squeezed Finley’s shoulder in encouragement. Finley nodded, still worried about his lack of instructions.
“He likes being used, and he likes it when people want him. Just be happy to be there.” Finley nodded. That was easy, he was happy to be here. The noises from the other room became more urgent. Henry took Finley’s hand and led him to his bedroom.