“Yeah?”
His cheeks reddened, but he laughed. “No offense, but she loves gay guys.”
I laughed hard, almost spraying him with beer. “She does?”
His face got redder. “Yeah. My best friend since kindergarten is gay, and she stole him from me. Nowadays, I hang out with his husband more than him.”
How did we spend all that time in Miami together without him mentioning that someone so close to him was gay? Maybe Jason knew bringing him up without a legitimate reason would be shitty? It wouldn’t have been the first time someone told me about other gays they knew once they found out I was.
I was still laughing when my brother dropped his arms around Jason’s and my shoulders. “Look at this! A bachelor party reunion!”
He and Finn had found us at the bar. The anger and hurt could’ve boiled to the surface, but it didn’t. There was nothing. Tyler asked if he had a drink, and when Miles said no, the three of them went to get him one, leaving Jason, Finn, and me.
Jason looked at us, smiled, and sipped his beer. Finn missed it, but I was almost sure he thought something was up between us.
Finn said, “Hey, can I talk to you real quick?”
His eyes were wild. “Yeah,” I said. Then, once we were out of earshot, “Everything okay?”
His eyes were no less wild, but his smirk betrayed him. “No. Not okay at all.”
I didn’t know where he was leading me, but I followed him out of the main bar area, past the crowded beer pong tables and thronging dance floor. “Did something happen with Miles?”
“No. Well, his, uh, your cousins bought us shots.”
We were in a hallway lined with office-looking doors. “How many shots? Are you drunk?”
“Nah, fuck that. Buzzed at best,” he said, and I believed him. “You remember when this place used to do birthday parties?”
“Yeah, used to be epic. Do they still do that?”
“No idea.” He grabbed my wrist to pull me through one of the open doors. It was empty, except for several stacks of chairs off to one corner. It smelled disused, that mix of dust and neglect. “Miles reminded me of something, and I wanted to repeat it.”
I didn’t have time to ask what he meant before he shoved me against the wall. His mouth was on mine, and his hands were all over my body. If he was looking to get an arousal response, he succeeded. It didn’t take long for him to find the hardening cock in my pants.
His lips moved to my neck while he fondled me to full length. I couldn’t help but laugh. “Youaredrunk.”
“Nope. Just horny for my boyfriend.”
That was… I didn’t have words. His aggression was a massive turn on, but that he was so turned on for me, hisboyfriend…yeah, that would always feel good as fuck.
He let go of my cock to undo my belt, but I caught his wrists. “Whoa, what are you doing?!”
“Miles reminded me of the time I got head back here when we were in college.” He freed his hands from my grip. “It was hot as fuck, and I want to relive it, only this time do the sucking.”
“Are you crazy? Someone can walk in! We’re not even supposed to be back here,” I whisper-yelled, covering my denim-clad boner with my hands.
“We’re good. People hook up back here all the time,” he said, falling to his knees.
“Fuck, Finn.” He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes, and I wanted nothing more than to shove my cock down his throat and coat the walls with my load. “We could get caught.”
“Then you better come quick, ‘cause I’m not leaving this room without your load in my belly.”
My cock throbbed. There was no way we were getting out of there without fulfilling his wish.
“Fuck, Finn.” I dropped my hands, giving him access to my crotch. “I swear to god if you have to come out to those guys because we get caught, you’re not blaming me.”
His eyes glowed brighter than his smile. “Fucking worth it,” he said, unceremoniously opening my pants and shoving them down my thighs.
