Page 7 of Unwanted

I was still tightly entwined with Finn, who was asleep. We were lying on our sides, his arms wrapped around me, and his lips rested against the nape of my neck. But what was most noticeable was how our bodies were pressed together. He was hard, and I was hard. Heat surged through me again as I felt the size of him against me.

Without thinking, I instinctively pushed my hips back even more, brushing against his hardness. Finn stirred slightly andopened his eyes. He pulled away quickly, releasing me from his arms, his face full of embarrassment, as if he felt guilty about how we'd ended up tangled together that night.

"Oh, it’s already 10 am. I rarely sleep this late on a Saturday," he muttered, clearing his throat, clearly not planning to comment on what had just happened. "Everything okay?" he asked in a soft, yet slightly strained voice.

"Yeah," I mumbled.

He slid out of bed on the other side, carefully keeping his crotch out of my view as he left the room and headed for the bathroom.

My mind was hazy for a moment, trying to make sense of what happened.

I sat on his bed for a while, figuring out how to explain last night. How could I justify my presence in his bedroom, when there really wasn’t any good excuse, other than that I was just horny and desperate.

A miserable, messed-up kid, hopelessly in love with his middle school crush, now pulling some high-school rebound stunt on him. Did my actions look like that to Finn? He actually had a serious career and accomplishments, was stable, and had his life together. Didn't need my mess.

I finally left his room while he was still in the bathroom. I went upstairs and noticed Finn had left out a spare T-shirt and some shorts for me to change into. I waited until he finished his shower, then grabbed the clothes and a towel and went back downstairs.

Finn wasn't inside. I spotted him through the window, searching for something in his car.

Seizing the opportunity, I went into the bathroom and locked the door. It was a cozy space, tastefully decorated. As I stepped into the shower, I realized that I might need to release some tension.

Under the warm water, I tilted my head back and let my hand wander down to my stiff dick. I envisioned myself pressed against Finn, our bodies frotting together. Just the memory of us lying in bed, feeling his closeness, his embrace, and knowing he was hard for me, made me orgasm embarrassingly fast. I released onto the shower floor, letting out a raspy sigh.

For so long, my hand and dildos had been my only lovers, but could that finally change? The thought brought me out of the post-orgasmic frenzy and I finished my shower, determined to keep a clear head and act more responsibly, so as not to jeopardize my chance.

If only it were so simple!

Emerging from the shower, I felt some of the stress melt away. Dressed and refreshed (and hopeful!), I made my way to the living room.

Finn was in the kitchen, preparing breakfast.

He smiled at me calmly, as if nothing had happened—as if I hadn’t slobbered all over his neck a few hours ago in the middle of the night.

Still, I had to bring it up. I didn’t want some weird awkwardness hanging between us.

I shook myself out of shyness and blurted in one breath, "Sorry for what happened last night. I couldn’t sleep, and I was feeling more and more desperate and down about how my life’s been going. When I’m in a mood like that, I tend to do impulsive things."

Finn immediately turned toward me and took a few quick steps in my direction, his gray eyes locked on my face. Then, he slowly raised his hands and placed them on my shoulders, sending a pleasant shiver through my body. "You don’t have to explain yourself, Liam. It’s no big deal. If anything, I take it as a compliment. It’s all good. What’s most important to me is that you feel relaxed and welcome here."

One of his hands moved gently up to caress the side of my face, sending another shiver down my spine. I could barely breathe. Why did he affect me so much? I realized I was tilting my head slightly into his hand. Finn stared at my cheek, now pressed against his palm, and I saw him take a deep breath. Then he smiled again and slowly pulled his hand back, stepping away.

"So, what do you think? Hungry? I made a big breakfast. We need to get some meat back on those bones," he said with a wide smile, taking another step back and motioning to the table.

I nodded, trying to deal with the growing tightness in my pants. This chemistry between us was unreal. It reminded me of what Soren said about his chemistry with Skye. And for a brief moment, a wild thought crossed my mind, so unbelievable that I immediately pushed it away.

I sat down at the table, and Finn handed me a plate of delicious pancakes with fruit. I stared at them. I used to make breakfasts like this for Soren, and now someone made them for me. It was a nice change.

"On a diet like this, my ass will be back to its usual size in no time," I mumbled, half-aware of what I was saying. Yep, I said that out loud. I don’t even know why, but I wanted to bring up a less serious topic—maybe even something a bit flirtatious.

Finn froze for a second, and a blush crept over his cheeks—a surprising sight for someone his age. It made me wonder if he had already checked out my ass, the only part of my body I was always proud of. I had lumbar lordosis, which meant my pelvis tilted forward, making my butt stick out. Even though I was pretty skinny right now, it was still the one part of my body that remained fairly… solid.

On one hand, Finn seemed shocked by what I’d said, but on the other, he looked like he wanted to say something. I could see him struggling with it. Finally, he blurted out, "Could it look even better? I don’t think that’s possible."

This time, I froze. Without a doubt, Finn had already been checking out my ass! I just got proof of it!

"Thanks. But yeah, two months ago, when I weighed twenty pounds more, it was even more… filled out."

It was crazy that we were even talking about my behind. Damn, I’d never even talked about my ass with Soren, who avoided looking at my body like it was a heinous crime.

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