“I see you found my haven.”
“Yeah, it’s nice out here. Peaceful and quiet.” Jeff pushed off the railing with his hip.
“Aww man you have no idea.” Finn grabbed for the beer Jeff held out to him and took a long pull. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the music something fierce, but at the end of the day I’m grateful to have a quiet place to relax.”
Finn grabbed a seat in one of the lounge chairs and crossed his legs. He’d removed his shoes and there, relaxing with a beer, suited him to a T. Probably as much as singing on stage did.
“You seem to have found what in this world makes you happy. That’s quite an accomplishment.”
“Mmm, hmm.”
The light in Finn’s eyes shifted; instead of contentment he recognized longing. That shouldn’t have caught him off balance but it did as he set his beer down on the table and took a step toward him.
Another step forward and he stood at the end of Finn’s chair. “Are you done with your beer?”
“Yeah.” Finn passed it to him.
When their fingers brushed, the simmering arousal between them sparked, heat rushing to his groin. They’d been tiptoeing around each other since they left the pub and it was past time to up the game.
He placed the bottle on the table without breaking eye contact and sucked in a deep breath of air. Nothing was going to slow his pulse now.
Straddling the chair, Jeff bent and slid his fingers along the seam of his shirt. “As much as I like your house, I can’t get other things off my mind.”
“Such as?” Finn’s voice sounded harsh.
He freed one button from its hole and moved down to the next. “Touching you, kissing you, getting inside of you.” His fingers continued their path until the shirt hung loose. His hands pushed the edges apart and off his shoulders.
“I’ve been waiting for you all night.”
“Good.” Jeff leaned forward, his lips capturing Finn’s. He kissed him hard, his ability to be gentle fleeing fast. His tongue plunged inside the warm cavern of his mouth sweeping and touching everywhere he could. That husky voice when he sang made his dick pulse till he’d damn near crawled out of his skin.
Even better, the voice came with an entire package. Beautiful body, soulful eyes and a mouth he wanted wrapped around his cock as he fucked into him.
Finn moaned low and deep, the sound shooting through him, fanning the flames higher on his need. He stroked across flat, ridged abs sprinkled with a soft downy hair bumping up against the waistband of his jeans.
Finn wrenched his mouth free. “Too many clothes,” he whispered breathlessly as his fingers pulled open the buttons on his pants. |
