Page 13 of Always Him

Finn stiffens behind me, and I stretch out against him, my cock brushing against the sheets. A zing slips up my spine and a soft moan escapes my mouth.

“Would you mind if I just got myself off real quick?” I murmur.

Finn doesn’t answer right away, just lets silence permeate the room. I don’t think he’s even breathing.

It shouldn’t be a big deal. We’ve engaged in mutual jack-off sessions, he and I. Multiple times in high school, actually. It was never a big deal then and it shouldn’t be one now. Besides, getting up and putting on my prosthetic and then walking to the bathroom is such a chore. I’d rather just lie here and get it over with.

“Yeah, that’s cool,” he says and then I feel him reach back. A moment later, a wad of tissues is pressed into my hand.

I wiggle against him and he grunts, moving his lower half away from me.

“You can get off too, if you want.”

“Not happening,” he says, and I smile at the irritation in his voice.

“Whatever works,” I say, and shift in his arms, my hand brushing against Finn’s as I reach down and grasp onto my dick.

The minute my hand wraps around it, I gasp. God, I need to do this more often. It’s been way too long.

My hand slowly starts to pump my cock as Finn presses against me, his hand sliding against my stomach.

Fuck, I like that. I like being touched while I’m getting off. We’ve never done this before, but I really like it.

I lean my head back a little and Finn’s lips brush against the side of my neck. The tissues have been discarded in front of me. I don’t even care if I mess up the sheets. Don’t fucking care. All I care about is this…this….

A low groan is ripped out of me as I stroke myself faster. Finn’s fingers trace a trail from my stomach to my hip and then splay across my thigh. His breath is hot and heavy against my skin and my nerves are on fire.

“God, Finn,” I groan as his hand squeezes me tightly. “Fuck. I’m close.”

His body trembles a little behind me and I feel my body start to tighten, my balls drawing up against me and then I feel his hand against the tip of my cock, the tissues pressed against it, the skin of his palm pressed against a sliver of me.

And that’s all I need to unload.

My body shudders and convulses as stream after stream of my release is emptied into the tissues in Finn’s hand, and when it’s done and my body is liquid, Finn gently wipes me up and slips out of bed.

I turn to watch him go and let my eyelids flutter closed when he’s no longer in my line of vision.

Sometime later he returns to bed, pulling me back against him.

And I sleep like the dead.

four

LANDON

“Morning,”Finn’s deep voice says above me. I arch into him, last night coming back in vivid replay, and sigh. I kind of want to do it again. I liked the feel of someone behind me, of the warmth of naked skin against mine as I was coming. Hmm, or maybe I just want Finn touching me again. I always like him touching me, anyhow.

“Morning,” I croak.

His hand threads through my hair and tugs on it lightly, causing pleasure to ripple through my body. Goosebumps erupt on my skin and I bite back a groan.

“Coffee?” he asks and I let my hand slide up his chest, reveling in how his muscles ripple and bunch beneath my touch. He has so many of them. I want to spend the morning counting them.

“Hell yes.”

He chuckles. “Well, then we should get up then.”

“In a minute,” I say, burrowing further into him. I’m not ready to leave him yet, and, of course, he lets me tuck myself into his side.

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