Five Minutes Longer

by Five Minutes Longer [Dreamspinner MM] (retail) (epub)

  Talon’s shoes appeared, and he felt a finger raise his chin. “You must have got the shit kicked out of you at school for that.”

  Finn swallowed but didn’t answer. He was too busy gazing at pink lips again. He closed his eyes on barely a whimper as Talon brushed a thumb up his jawline.

  “You turned Drew down,” he said flatly. “Was it because you’re not gay?”

  Finn shook his head, just a little.

  “Was it because of work?”

  Finn barely shook his head again.

  Talon slid his thumb to Finn’s neck. “I can feel your heart pounding. Do I scare you?”

  Finn’s eyes shot open to deny any such thing, but the words stuck in his throat. Talon was so close. So fucking close, he could almost taste him. Finn inhaled slowly, filling his lungs with whatever fresh scent Talon was wearing. Like leather—a deep, almost buttery smell. Fuck, he didn’t know what it was, but it was so Talon. Finn could feel his dick grow heavy in his shorts.

  “Not scared?” Talon mused to himself as he repeated the question.

  “No,” Finn whispered.

  Talon took another half step closer until they were touching. “You ought to be.”

  Finn closed his eyes as soon as Talon crossed an invisible line and made the decision to kiss him. He almost braced himself for the onslaught like before, but the soft, ghostlike brush of Talon’s lips went straight to Finn’s knees, more shocking because of its gentleness than if he’d been wrestled to the ground.

  Finn heard a sound, a groan, but couldn’t have said whether he or Talon made it. He raised his leaden arms around Talon’s neck, silently begging to be closer. Talon slid his arms around Finn’s waist, and he deepened the kiss a little but still kept it light. He drew back, and Finn’s heart jumped, hard. Would Talon leave him again?

  “I can’t have this affect work.” Talon gazed down at him. “If we’re going to do this, it has to stay separate.”

  Finn nodded eagerly, desperate to feel those lips once more.

  Talon pulled back again. “I mean it. This can’t affect work ever.”

  Finn sighed. “I understand,” he said solemnly. He nearly crossed his heart.

  “Shall we go in there?” Talon held his hand and glanced toward the bedroom.

  Finn’s heart was beating so fast, he was worried it was gonna stop. Would Talon want everything? What if he wanted to top? Should he ask? Shit, what did he say?

  Talon looked back at Finn when he didn’t get an answer and narrowed his eyes a little. “Am I reading this wrong?”

  He paused, but Finn walked past him purposefully. “No, no, absolutely not.” Shit, now he was talking too much. He was such a dork. What on earth was Talon doing here? Why would he want to be here with him?

  Finn walked into the bedroom and stopped. Now what? Did he get undressed? Did Talon undress him? Crap. Sweat broke out along his top lip, and he yanked at his T-shirt.

  “Hey.” Finn paused as Talon closed a hand over his own. Talon was looking at him, mildly puzzled. He gave out a short sigh. “I think we’re maybe getting ahead of ourselves. I don’t want you thinking….” Talon pulled Finn close to him sharply. “Finn, please, God, don’t tell me you think refusing this will ruin your chances on the team.” Talon dropped Finn’s hand as if it had burned him. “Fuck,” he spat. “I knew this was a bad idea.”

  “No!” Finn exclaimed.

  Talon backed away. “I am so sorry. This has no bearing on the team.”

  “Will you listen?” Finn said in exasperation. “I….” He felt his face flame again. “I’ve never done this before.” That was it. At that moment in time, Finn would have been quite happy to die. Maybe have a heart attack. His face was so hot, he felt like he was going to spontaneously combust anyway.

  Talon just looked at him blankly. “You mean with a guy? You’re bi?”

  Finn dropped to the bed and buried his face in his hands. Maybe terrorists would level the building. Of course, they’d have to get everyone out first, but still, where was a gas explosion when you needed one?

  He felt a hand on his, and Talon hunkered down in front of him, pulling his hands away. “Look at me,” Talon asked quietly. “Finn?”

  Finn allowed Talon to pry his hands from his hot face, and he looked into Talon’s gorgeous eyes. Funny, they didn’t seem as cold as they usually were.

  “You mean you haven’t done this with anyone, period. Don’t you?”

  Finn closed his eyes. He couldn’t bear to see the derision he knew would be there.

  Lips barely grazed his own, and his eyes shot open. Talon’s eyes weren’t cold. They were warm. A lazy crinkle flashed at the side of each one as his lips pulled up into a soft smile.

  “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” Talon murmured, rubbing his jaw along Finn’s cheek.

  Finn shook. His cock was suddenly hard and pulsing. He moved his face a little to be closer to those lips, and Talon obliged. Finn felt the kiss down to his toes, and it certainly didn’t skip over more desperate, needy places. He pushed forward, heat thrumming through his veins, hyperaware of every sound, every brief touch.

  “Let’s get you undressed.” Talon gazed at Finn steadily, and Finn scrabbled eagerly at his shorts. Talon chuckled and swatted his hands away, then nodded to the bed. “Move up, but I’m gonna undress you.”

  Finn shuffled up the bed so quickly, it was likely he set a new land speed record. He was past anything other than a desperate need to feel Talon’s hands on his body. He couldn’t be cool or casual if his life depended on it.

  Talon stood, and in one move, lifted his shirt over his head. Finn’s mouth went completely dry. The muscles in his neck wanted to swallow, but he seemed to have lost the ability to do so. He stared in awe. Talon was gorgeous. Huge shoulders and powerful arms tapering to a flat, hard abdomen. Talon looked up and caught him staring, but Finn couldn’t look away. Talon smiled that slow, lazy smile again for him, and Finn clenched his ass as need swirled in his gut.

  Talon dropped his pants, and Finn might have actually whimpered. Talon had nothing on under them. Finn blinked, mildly alarmed at the size of him. His long, thick cock rose from a messy bunch of blond curls and slapped his belly as he stepped out of his pants.

  “Like what you see?”

  Finn’s lips curled upward. He might have lost all higher brain function, but his body seemed to know what to do.

  “LIFT.” TALON pulled a wrapper out of his pocket and tossed it on the bed. He knelt on the bed and grabbed Finn’s T-shirt. Finn obeyed the order instantly, and Talon felt the response as his cock thickened even more. In another ten seconds, he had Finn’s shorts off. He was wearing plain blue briefs, and Talon’s mouth watered at them barely holding in Finn’s lengthened cock.

  “What happened to Superman?” Talon teased, and Finn groaned and brought his hands to his face again. Talon chuckled as he pulled the briefs down, then Finn’s hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t tease.”

  He stroked the side of Finn’s jaw with his finger and dipped it down his throat, heading for a nipple. As soon as his nail scraped it, Finn shuddered and his eyes widened. Talon smiled to himself. Finn was sensitive there; good. He could play. Talon continued his downward trail until he brushed the dark hair around Finn’s balls. Finn gasped. His cock was jutting out proudly, beads of precum on the tip. Talon bent down, swallowing Finn’s whole length in one go. Finn yelled and stiffened, and Talon sucked purposely.

  “Talon!” Finn cried in desperation, but Talon didn’t even stop to smile at the sound of Finn falling apart.

  Talon scraped with his teeth and hollowed his cheeks as he sucked. It only took Talon a few minutes to get him off, and he swallowed in satisfaction.

  Finn’s harsh panting surrounded the room. “Oh God,” Finn groaned. “I can’t believe….”

  Talon lifted his head and let Finn’s cock slide gently from his lips. He didn’t know how sensitive he was afterward. “We have plenty of time.”

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nbsp; Finn groaned again and raised half-lidded eyes to Talon. “I. I can—”

  “Lie there and relax.” Talon finished the sentence for him and eased himself alongside. He grazed a finger over Finn’s other nipple, and Finn shivered. Talon smiled in satisfaction. He wanted Finn relaxed before he did anything else. “Have you got any lube?”

  “Uh-huh.” Finn pointed to the drawer.

  Talon was quite pleased that Finn didn’t seem to have regained the full power of speech.

  He nearly hadn’t come to Finn’s. He’d had one beer with the guys and then pleaded paperwork, which everyone knew was a lie. He was on his way over before he’d even realized it. Then he’d stood in the hallway and willed his feet to take him back to his truck, but the second he’d heard the crash, his heart had slammed so hard against his ribs, he thought they would break.

  Talon glanced up and looked at Finn. Really looked at him. Soft brown hair that was just long enough to run his fingers through. Green eyes, currently closed, but he’d seen them. Ridiculously long fair lashes. A smattering of freckles across his nose he would swear had multiplied since yesterday. His chest was rising sharply with each breath, nipples still erect and begging to be touched.

  Finn opened his eyes slowly and caught Talon staring. His eyes were unfocused, pupils wide.

  Talon grinned. He looked well-fucked now, and Talon hadn’t even gotten started. He was going to blow his mind.

  He reached over and got a tube of lube from the bedside drawer. He caught the flush on Finn’s face and then realized it had never been opened. He wanted to laugh, but he didn’t. It had probably taken all Finn’s courage to actually go and buy it. He clicked the top and wondered what Finn planned on thinking about as he jerked off. Talon’s cock pulsed. The thought of Finn jerking off to thoughts of Talon really did it for him.

  “It will probably be easier if you get on your knees the first time, but there’s no rush, so I’m just gonna play. Bend your knees and relax.”

  Finn cautiously bent his legs but held them closed.

  Talon smiled a little and reached underneath. “You ever played a little down there?” he asked softly as he lubed a finger and traced it under Finn’s balls.

  Finn swallowed. “Yeah.” He laughed. “Since I was about thirteen.”

  Talon’s smile widened. He hadn’t meant just jacking off. He slid his finger down Finn’s taint. “What about there?” he whispered. Finn moaned a little, and Talon eased his knees apart. He reached up and grabbed a pillow and put it under Finn’s ass, lifting him up a bit. Finn let Talon move him wherever he wanted.

  Talon had never been into inexperienced guys. He didn’t like someone cutting their teeth on him. He liked a guy who wanted a hard, fast fuck. No questions. No awkward promises.

  But teasing Finn? This was probably the most erotic thing he had ever done.

  Talon settled back down, stifling a groan as his own dick scraped the sheet. Fuck, he was so hard, it was damn painful, and no one had touched him yet.

  “Talon?”

  “Mmm?” He raised his gaze from where he had just been sliding his finger under Finn’s balls.

  “Do… do you like kissing?” Finn’s words rushed out. “Because I—”

  Talon sealed Finn’s lips with his own.

  “Mmff,” Finn moaned as Talon thrust his tongue inside, and Talon felt the action harden his belly. Whatever Finn lacked in experience, he made up for in enthusiasm, and Finn returned the kiss eagerly. Talon moved his fingers back down to Finn’s cock and gave it a hard tug.

  Finn whined in protest, and Talon did it again. There was no sound except a groan from the back of Finn’s throat, but he pressed further into Talon and deepened the kiss. Talon ignored the small insistent voice inside him wanting to analyze Finn’s reactions. Finn was getting off. Talon wasn’t a selfish lover, but this was purely a mutual fuck, and Talon didn’t need to start giving it any deeper meanings. He could feel Finn’s cock start to stiffen in response and gave it one or two more tugs before he went back to playing underneath. Talon gentled the kiss, cautious, and skimmed his finger over Finn’s hole.

  Finn shuddered.

  Beautiful. He did it again and broke the kiss. “You ever played there?”

  Finn’s whole body shook again, his head diving into Talon’s neck. Imagining the pink flush on Finn’s skin, Talon slowly inserted a finger up to the first knuckle. He heard the small gasp and desperately tried to ignore his growing satisfaction at Finn’s responses. Somehow he went from consideration that this was Finn’s first time to an almost possessive need to make every second blow his mind.

  “How’s that, beautiful? That good?” he murmured, bringing his finger out to get some more slick. Finn moaned a little as he did so. “Want more?” he whispered. Talon was mesmerized. What was Finn doing that Talon seemed to need validation from him? He never questioned. He never spoke during sex. Words were too powerful, too intimate.

  Finn had brought his head out of Talon’s neck and arched his neck on the bed as Talon inserted his finger again, playing around the rim of his hole. Finn gasped, and Talon inserted it past the second knuckle and curled his finger upward, searching for the small gland.

  “Oh my God,” Finn gasped and nearly jumped off the bed, and Talon grinned. Finn’s cock jerked and a little precum oozed around the slit. Talon’s mouth watered. He loved giving head, really loved it, but his macho image always seemed to make guys assume he always had to be on the receiving end.

  He wouldn’t go down on Finn again; he had other plans. Talon brushed Finn’s lips again, and Finn opened them eagerly. He shyly crept his smooth arms up Talon’s back as Talon leaned in, pressing his dick into Finn’s thigh and groaning in need.

  Finn’s kisses were getting sloppier and more uncoordinated as Talon added a second finger. He broke off. “Please,” he begged. “Please fuck me.”

  Talon groaned again. He would have to go slow, use every bit of his iron control. He withdrew both fingers slowly. “Turn over,” he said, pulling out the pillow and placing it so Finn could burrow his head in it. Finn eagerly rolled over.

  “Up,” he ordered and raised Finn to his knees, head down. Perfect. Finn’s ass was gorgeous. Talon wanted to take a bite out of it. Maybe next time. He also kneeled up behind Finn, quickly donned the condom, and slicked himself up real good. “It’ll hurt a little. I’ll try to go slow.”

  Finn moaned. “Just do it.” He even wiggled his ass a little, and Talon slapped it affectionately.

  “Who’s in charge here?” Talon chuckled, and then all humor fled his brain as he lined his cock up and brushed Finn’s hole with it. Fuck. He held Finn’s hips firm and pushed. “Push out a little.”

  Finn froze as if panicked, and Talon bit down on his lip and held himself completely still. He stroked a hand up and down Finn’s spine while he felt him relax slightly. He pushed a little until he felt the first ring of muscles give, and Finn groaned. Talon nearly swallowed his tongue trying to keep still when every muscle in him screamed at him to push deeper.

  “Are you okay, baby?” Talon asked before he could think. Before he could stop the endearment that spilled from his lips. Before he could remember that asking gave people the impression that he cared about the answer.

  “Mmm.” Finn’s reply was smothered in the pillow.

  Talon reached under Finn and fondled his balls gently, feeling them pucker and draw up into his hand. He pushed again and then he was in.

  Finn shuddered. “Oh fuck.”

  Talon smiled. It wasn’t a bad “oh fuck”—more an incredible acknowledgment. He stilled for a beat, then pulled back out gently, and Finn groaned. Talon let go and grasped his hips properly. “Jack yourself.”

  Finn didn’t need to be told twice. If Talon hadn’t been holding him up, he would have face-planted. His movements were jerky, but from the sounds coming from his throat, he was clearly getting the job done.

  Talon closed his eyes in utter bliss. Finn was completely perfect. A glori
ous wet heat surrounded his dick and gripped him tight. He was helpless to stop himself thrusting and could feel the pressure building in his spine and circling to his balls. “How close are you?” Talon ground the words out.

  “I’m—Ohhh….” Finn arched and shuddered.

  Thank fuck. Talon gasped and shot into the condom. He thrust once, twice. The rush started in his balls but nearly took the top of his head off.

  Talon just managed to hold Finn up while he withdrew, but then Finn collapsed on the bed as Talon let go to deal with the condom. He staggered to the bathroom to wash his sticky hands and to get rid of it. He walked back to the bed with a damp cloth and heard a soft groan from Finn. He sat down cautiously. “You okay?”

  Finn turned his head to face Talon. Sweat slicked his hair back. A pink sheen dusted his shoulders and neck. His pupils were dazed and his smile was lopsided. He was possibly the best thing Talon had ever fucking seen.

  Talon lay down on the bed, telling himself they would just take a minute to recover, and then they had to have another awkward talk about it not affecting work.

  Finn lay in his cum, and he’d need the cloth. Talon wouldn’t do it, though. Too personal. I need to go. Put a little distance between them. All the words, all the phrases he had used jumbled and echoed in his head. He took a breath as his heart sped up. Finn sighed and grabbed Talon’s wrist, heaving his arm up at the same time as he shuffled into Talon’s side.

  Talon reached for the cloth and wiped Finn without thinking. It was as if he could see himself doing shit even though he knew it was a bad idea. He needed to go, and he wasn’t going to analyze the fuck out of why he suddenly didn’t want to. Talon’s breath caught at the sound of Finn’s satisfied sigh, and he froze. Finn rubbed his head on Talon’s shoulder and promptly closed his eyes. Talon blinked in confusion as the lithe warm body snuggled into his side like it was meant to be there… which was dangerous, fucked-up in all sorts of ways Talon could list. Finn was a threat to the team. They had all sorts of secrets that couldn’t be trusted with a regular. He had to protect the team, and he couldn’t let his dick get in the way of that.