Finn sighs. “Is Gabriella still in the hallway?”
“Maybe?”
“You should wait here.”
“Oh. Are you sure? You were...”
Finn’s cheeks redden. “I’ll survive.”
“I could...”
His eyes round. For a moment, scenarios from porn flit through my mind.
I could offer him a hand.
Or a mouth.
Or we could lie side by side and practice self-care in front of each other.
But Finn is straight, and so am I. I shouldn’t offer him either of those things. Yeah, he would think something is up. And not just his hard, large, throbbing, leaking cock.
My own cock rises.
I wonder how long his cock was. Was it seven inches? I think seven inches. Longer than one of those half foot rulers I used to carry around for years in my pencil bag, back when I needed to carry around a pencil bag for most of the day. And what was the width? Suddenly mathematics seems essential. It didn’t look skinny. But it wasn’t like it was so big you couldn’t ever contemplate it going...there.
Okay, I probably shouldn’t think about bending down for him. That thought is... Well, strictly thinking it’s not unpleasant. It’s...intriguing. But yeah, maybe I shouldn’t think about it too much.
I don’t want to see him in pain though. I don’t want him to ache...there. And I don’t want to destroy his morning.
“I could close my eyes,” I suggest finally. “And maybe...hum?”
Finn’s eyes widen, then he snorts. “Oh, God. No, let’s not do that.” He chuckles some more. “We could watch a movie?”
I blink. There’s no TV in the room. Does he want to want to watch one in the living room? With Gabriella cleaning around us?
Finn scrambles to his nightstand and opens the drawer. I see a bottle of lube and jerk my gaze away. Finn removes a remote control and presses a button. Then he throws the lube in the drawer, and his cheeks are a ruddy shade.
This is not awkward. This is not awkward. This is not awkward.
Something rumbles behind me, and I turn my head. Then a largeTV groans down.
“Nice.”
Finn smiles. “Sit down.”
I move toward the bed, then he frowns. “One moment.”
I hesitate, half-expecting him to tell me to leave. Then he ducks his head beneath his sheet, and the sheet bounces up and down.
Finally, he stops squirming. “Sorry. Just thought I should put on boxers.”
“Oh.” My mouth dries, and the image of a nude Finn surges through my mind all over again. I sit abruptly on the bed, because obviously joining a half-naked Finn in the bed will make me stop thinking about him naked.
I swear my brain is normally less fuzzy when I’m not around Finn.
I inhale, then realize I’m smelling Finn’s pre-cum.
“Why don’t you choose?” Finn passes me the remote control, and something zings through me as our fingers brush together.
