Page 21 of Finding Finn
Ben missed. “Fuck… Why am I so bad?”
“My turn.” Jim grabbed his cue and walked over to the table. “You wanna show me how you…”
“Sure,” I agreed and walked behind him. He bent over, and I stifled the gasp as his ass pressed into me. I leaned over him and put my hands on his. An electrical current ran through me. His body stiffened for a second as if he felt it too, and then relaxed against me.
“So you want to keep this hand… You're holding the cue too tightly. Think of it as… Better, yeah. Keep it loose. Raise your thumb a little.”
“Like this?”
“Yeah, just like that. Now bring the cue back and…”
He shot and hit the ball. It bounced against the edge of the hole.
“Almost. Did you feel it?”
“Yeah,” he groaned. “I felt it.”
I stepped away, and the current ceased its flow between us.
“Wow… close, man,” Ben winked at me.
We continued playing for a bit, and when it was Jim’s turn, he looked at me and nodded. “I mean, I still haven’t gotten a ball in.”
I walked back to him and placed myself against him as I put my hands on top of his, trying to line the shot up for him. “Ready?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My brain was fuzzy, and my heart was racing.
“Ready.” He pulled back and imitated me. His shot was true, and the ball fell into the pocket.
“Good job.”
He turned, and our faces were just a few inches away from each other. “I had a good teacher.” He smirked.
“Alright, I think that’s gonna be it for me.” Tim groaned. “I have kids who are probably staying awake in their beds until I tuck them in.”
“Yeah, Percy is probably waiting up for me, too.” Ben nodded seriously. “We still need to talk about the resort, Finn. Maybe Jim can bring you over so I can give you a tour?”
“Later this week. We have to get ready for auditions.” Jim glanced at me.
“Alright, you boys have a good time,” Tim said as he threw his arm around Ben and led him away.
“I think my friends like you.”
“I like them too.”
“I think… I might like you, and that’s… I mean, is that ok?”
“I think I might… uh… like you, too. Is that ok?”
“I think we’re both a little drunk.”
“I also think we’re both a little…”
He stepped towards me and slowly slid his hand around my waist.
“Is that ok?”
“Please stop talking,” I sighed deeply.
His lips pressed against mine, and I melted against his very hard chest. He tasted of liquor, and his tongue slowly pressed against mine. My knees buckled, and I held onto his manly shoulders to keep my balance.
