“Face it. We’re a big deal.”
I smile down at him, and he smiles up at me, and suddenly we are caught in one of those heated stares.
Finn scrunches his lips in an adorable manner, and I wonder if I can kiss him. I want to kiss him. Finn’s lips swerve up, and his eyes have a mischievous look. He looks both ways, then drags me into a massage room.
NOAH
The door clicks behind me, and I stare at the large massage table, the rows of battery powered candles, the still smoking incense stick.
“Why are we in here?” I ask.
“Because, my sweet puck, Fernando takes his lunch break now.”
“He does?” My heartbeat quickens. Maybe Finn will kiss me.
He stalks toward me, smirk firmly in place. “I happen to know he has a hot date. I don’t expect him to rush back.”
“How do you know that?” My eyes soften. “You had a massage today. How are you feeling?”
“I’m fine.”
I nod, but fine means something else for athletes. Fine means aching with pain, covered in bruises. Fine means you only sometimes remember the operations you had. Fine is not good enough for Finn.
“I can massage you later tonight,” I promise.
“Okay.” He grins. “If that means I can massage you right now.”
“You want...” My eyes widen, and my heartbeat quickens. I glance at the massage table, glance at the locked door. “I don’t think that’s proper.”
“Nope.” Finn leans closer to me, and his voice drops. “We’ll also have to keep it a secret from your second-grade teacher.”
“We might have to write “I’m sorry” ten times.”
“Silly Noah. With what I want to do with you, we might have to write it a thousand times.” Finn lifts me onto the massage table, then climbs on after me. I spread my legs, and he moves in between them. My cock rises to meet his, and he grins when he feels it.
“My sweet puck,” he drawls, his eyes dancing.
“You need to come up with a better name for me.”
“Not when this one is so perfect.” Finn slides down my sweatpants, then moves his own down.
“People are outside,” I whisper.
“Then you better be quiet, My Stiff Stick.”
I roll my eyes, because of course I’ll be quiet. No way would I not be quiet when people might overhear us.
Then his lips fall on mine, and I remember this might be more difficult than I think. When his cock presses against mine, I’m truly in trouble. My nerve endings zing, and it so doesn’t help when Finn uses his hand to jerk us off. Pre-cum spills from us both easily, merging and gliding down our shafts. Finn’s hand speeds, and I watch our cocks disappearing and appearing with his steady strokes.
This is so hot.
God, how did I ever think I was straight? Breasts have never had the same fascination for me. But this... I could watch Finn do this all day.
Except I’m going to come now.
My breath quickens, and Finn smirks.
“Quiet, sweetheart.” He stares into my eyes. I’ve never noticed how beautiful his own eyes are. I wonder if I’m supposed to praise him for choosing a different nickname ortease him and tell this one is just as over the top... but I don’t. I can’t.
