Page 117 of On Thin Ice

He’d thought once he’d stopped resisting that it would get easier. That the compulsion would feel less desperate.

But his hunger for Finn had only grown. He wanted to take him to bed and keep him there for a full fucking week.

He groaned as he finally let his own hand drift downwards, tucking it under the waistband of his boxer briefs, closing his eyes and imagining that he wasn’t experiencing his own touch, but Finn’s.

Finn’s sure, perfect hands.

“Your hand feels good,” Finn panted, breaking the charged silence. “But your mouth feels even better.”

Jacob groaned again as he worked his dick. He wanted to feel Finn’s cock, hard and twitching against his tongue, deep in his throat. Wanted to make his man moan. Wanted to tuck his fingers inside and fuck him until Finnscreamed.

“Tomorrow night,” Jacob promised, voice rough, desperate. “Tomorrow. Just you and me, my bed. No distractions.”

Finn’s breathing stuttered and he let out a low moan as he came. Only a second later, Jacob followed him.

“I love the sound of that,” Finn said sleepily. “It’s gonna get me through all of tomorrow’s bullshit.”

“Please don’t think about having sex with me when you’re with your dad,” Jacob said, but he couldn’t be really worked up about it, because his orgasm had reduced him to a boneless, contented mess.

“How about I just don’t tell you?” Finn teased.

“Did you guys have fun tonight?” Jacob finished cleaning up and changed the subject.

“It was good,” Finn said. “Missed you, though. Wished I’d bailed and gone to the zoo with you and Jackie and Krista.”

“It was fun, but you had plans. Important plans.”

Finn gave an exaggerated sigh. “So you keep telling me. When are plans withyouimportant?”

“Tomorrow night,” Jacob said, saying it like a prayer. “Don’t let Morgan fuck this one up.”

“There’s no way I’d let that happen,” Finn promised.

Jacob stewed for a second. Not because he thought Finn would let Morgan ruin their plans, but his mind had already gone back to what he’d been considering earlier. What Bryan had said to him.

“Do you ever feel like we’re just . . .wrong place, wrong time?” Jacob wondered. As soon as he said the words he wanted to snatch them back.

“No,” Finn said, sounding very sure.

“No?” Jacob wished he could borrow—maybe even keep—some of that certainty.

“I feel like you showed up right when I needed you, right when I was drowning,” Finn said softly.

“For hockey, yeah,” Jacob pointed out. Why was he even arguing about this?Just enjoy the afterglow, you stupid idiot.

“For hockey, yeah,” Finn repeated. “But everything else is like an extra super great cherry on top. Something I didn’t expect, but . . .but that makes it so much better. Makes everything better.” His voice hushed. “I didn’t think I wasunhappybefore, but you make me happy, Jacob.”

Jacob felt raw. Exposed. Because he was happy, too. Happy to be adjacent to the ice again. Happy to coach, even. And so fucking happy with Finn.

“You make me happy too.” He couldn’t keep the truth back. Didn’t even want to.

“Why do I feel like there’s abutthere?”

Jacob sighed. “It’s not abut.”

“Might be more fun if it was,” Finn joked. “My butt specifically.”

It would be more fun. Sex with Finn was more fun than it had ever been with anyone before. Jacob had never felt as free to explore, to justenjoy, the way he did with Finn. Was it because he was on the brink of coming out? Or was itjustFinn? He didn’t know.

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