Page 142 of On Thin Ice

“God,” Finn murmured into his ear. “I love you too. So fucking much.”

Jacob had hoped, but when he heard Finn, everything inside him settled, wildly happy and painfully content.

“Yeah,” Jacob said roughly into Finn’s hair. He kissed Finn’s perfect shoulder.

Finn pulled back. “I wanted to tell you before, but I didn’t want to freak you out, especially not before . . .” He gestured at the sheet of paper that had fallen, forgotten, to the comforter.

It was so thoughtful and soFinnJacob could only kiss him.

The kiss got hot and heavy immediately, Finn’s tongue stroking into his mouth and his thigh rubbing alongside Jacob’s like he couldn’t get close enough.

Jacob buried his hands in Finn’s hair and just hung on.

But just when he thought Finn might be edging them closer to round two, he pulled back. “Don’t think you’re getting off that easily,” Finn teased. He resettled himself next to Jacob and grabbed the paper.

“You want me to answer the questionnow?” Jacob glanced down at his mostly hard dick, which had really believed they’d been about to go for round two. “I’m not sure how good I’ll be at this now.”

But Finn only grinned and patted him on the thigh—a little too close to where he really wanted Finn’s touch, and his cocktwitched—then said, “You’re going to be distracted tomorrow, too. This is good practice.”

He cleared his throat and changed to a very formal, officious tone, which didn’t sound anything like Neal Fisher, but that was okay. Jacob got it. “Let’s talk more about your decision to start a foundation aiming to help LGBTQ kids play sports?”

Jacob had thought about this a lot so it wasn’t like it was hard to answer. Maybe hard to voice. “I decided to do it, because I thought, what if I’d had this kind of organization backing me, when I was a kid? Helping me understand that I wasn’t alone?”

Finn kept his “Neal Fisher” voice going to ask the next question on the paper. “Do you want to talk specifically about what kind of support you might have wanted or needed?”

Sophie had told him this interview was not a time to be vague, and Jacobhadalready decided he would just go for it, like ripping off a Band-Aid. “I’m gay, and I had the support of my parents and my friends, always. My coaches always knew, and a lot of teammates, and they were mostly supportive—”

“Mostly?” Finn asked this question in his own voice, raising an eyebrow and looking like he wanted to interrogate Jacob on just which teammateshadn’tbeen supportive and exact slow, painful revenge.

“Nothing’s ever perfect,” Jacob said with a shrug. “It’s stupid to assume it would be.”

Finn harrumphed in annoyance and gestured for Jacob to keep going.

“But even when the support was strong from people in my corner, I think it would have gone a long way to knowing how much the wider world would be supportive. That’s the aim of the foundation. To build support systems for those kids, like me. Like you. And liaise with the wider sports community to build awareness and understanding.”

Finn didn’t say anything at first. Just set down the paper and stared at Jacob, gaze warm and affectionate. He reached up and cupped Jacob’s cheek and then leaned in and kissed him. It was hot and soft and sweet, and Jacob, still half-aroused, groaned in the back of his throat as Finn’s tongue brushed his.

He pulled back a little, even though he didn’t want to. “So,” he said breathlessly, “that was good?”

“It was goddamn perfect,” Finn said and went back to kissing him.

Jacob knew he was turning into a total sap, but it wasFinnwho was perfection. The way his skin felt under his hands, the softness and the muscle rippling under it, so full of power and control. It was such a turn-on, and he was done pretending that it wasn’t.

His hand slid down Finn’s bare back, glorying in the feel and the closeness of him, and dug his fingertips into an ass cheek, making Finn moan.

“Yeah, you want more?” Jacob murmured into Finn’s mouth and he nodded, eyes bright and pupils dilated.

Grabbing the lube from where he’d tossed it earlier, he slicked up his fingers and crooked his wrist, sliding one in experimentally.

Finn moaned harder. “Come on,” he begged, cheeks flushed now. “I’m good.”

“But I like this so much.” He did. It was entrancing, watching Finn fall apart on his hand, grinding down, trying to get his finger deeper. He added a second and found that spot that made Finn squirm.

“God, yes,” Finn groaned. “Feels so fucking good.” He slid a hand down and wrapped it around Jacob’s cock.

Pleasure spiked inside him but he didn’t want just Finn’s hand. He wanted Finn hot and tight around his dick as he fell apart.

“More?” Jacob murmured, pressing his mouth against Finn’s lips, red and wet from his.

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