Watching Finn let go and enjoy himself was incredible.
He put his everything into dancing. He closed his eyes, a blissed-out little smile on his lips as he moved along with the rhythm.
He’d looked good between those two guys, their bigger bodies surrounding his leaner one.
It was weird, but watching him dance with those guys had gotten me a bit hot. I didn’t know what to do with that.
Maybe it was how happy Finn had looked that had done it for me. Or maybe it was getting to see him experience something new.
One of my kinks was watching people enjoy themselves, and I loved listening to people as they spoke about their passions. And it didn’t matter if they were a man or a woman. I got the same feeling from listening to a friend tell me all about their newest passion as I did when a girlfriend or a girl I was interested in did.
Someone bumped my arm, and I jerked back to reality, tearing my eyes from Finn’s dancing form.
Hopefully, no one had noticed I’d been staring at him.
A small hand on my back gave me a gentle push. Mina gestured to the center of the circle, which was currently unoccupied.
Why the fuck not?
I jumped into the circle and broke out my cheesiest dance moves. I did the robot, tried my hand at a moonwalk, and managed a rather impressive floss.
The crowd cheered and clapped.
A blur of skin and black jeans stumbled into the circle. Finn pitched forward, and I grabbed his shoulders and steadied him.
“Okay?” I shouted.
He nodded, glancing over his shoulder.
Had someone pushed him? Or maybe he’d gotten bumped? It was crowded as fuck, so it was entirely possible it had been an accident.
I bowed dramatically, then backed away to give Finn a chance in the center.
I squeezed between Mina and a girl with bright pink hair, but Finn stood there, frozen.
He flicked his eyes to mine, and I smiled encouragingly.
After a moment, Finn lifted his arms and dabbed.
The move was so unexpected I let out a bark of laughter.
Finn proceeded to do a series of random dance moves, including the sprinkler, the running man, and the twist. He finished his set off by doing the fishing pole and “reeling” Cora into the circle to take his place.
Two songs later, the music melted into another ballad.
The group around us coupled off. A short, redheaded guy grabbed my arm and gave me a questioning look. I smiled politely and shook my head.
He shrugged and turned to Mina, who smiled and folded herself into his arms. Good. She was a nice girl, and I considered her a friend, but I didn’t feel like dancing with her again.
Where was Finn? If he hadn’t found a dance partner, we could get another drink.
A huge guy stood behind him, both arms wrapped around Finn’s middle, caging him in. His eyes were wide, wild, and he was pulling at the guy’s arms.
I clenched my fists and stalked toward them in two long strides.
“Fuck off,” the big guy sneered at me.
“Let him go.”
The guy had at least three inches and about fifteen pounds on me, but I glared right back, injecting as much anger as I could.
Finn stomped on the guy’s foot, digging his heel in for good measure.
The guy yelped and pushed Finn away.
He stumbled, and I caught him, hauling him against my body. The guy limped away, flipping us the bird.
“Are you okay?” I asked, my lips next to his ear so I didn’t have to shout.
“Yeah.” He let out a shuddery breath. “Thanks.”
I shifted him so he was in front of me and put my hands on his hips.
“Humor me.”
He relaxed, laid his hands on my shoulders, and moved fluidly to the beat of the music.
The scent of clean sweat with an undertone of apples and spice tickled my nose as we danced together.
How Finn could smell so good after spending hours dancing in a packed club was beyond me. I subtly drew in another lungful.
Finn shifted a bit closer and let out a soft sigh. A tingle spread through my chest, then down my spine and to my lower back.
Jesus.
My dick was half hard. Thank fuck we had enough space between us he couldn’t feel it.
How the fuck could I explain popping wood because I liked the way he smelled?
Another guy came to stand behind Finn, matching his pace with our movements, but I shook my head. No way was he dancing with Finn. Finn was mine.
He shrugged and wandered over to another couple a few feet away.
Shit.
I was being an asshole.
It wasn’t my place to decide who Finn could and couldn’t dance with.
A hot body pressed against my back, and a hard cock dug into my ass. I stiffened.
Finn stopped dancing and narrowed his eyes at the person behind me, something dark flashing across his face. He shook his head.
The body behind me disappeared, and I relaxed.
“You okay?” he asked.
“Yeah. Just wasn’t expecting that.”
“That’s one of the hazards of dancing at a queer event. Most people will assume you’re queer too.”
“It’s not being hit on or whatever. I don’t care about that. I just don’t like being grabbed, especially when they decide I need to feel their giant dicks against my ass.”
Finn snickered. “You know, under any other circumstances, I’d love to have a hot guy’s giant dick against my ass.”
I chuckled. I’d opened the door for that one.
“But yeah, I get it. Getting grabbed when I’m not expecting it puts me on edge too.” He draped over my shoulders.
“Are you having fun?” I asked. I needed a distraction. I’d never been as aware of Finn as I was at that moment.
He was gorgeous.
Little sparks of electricity flickered under my skin everywhere we touched as if my entire being was laser focused on him. Every sway of his hips ignited a little pulse of desire deep in my belly, and his intoxicating scent filled my senses.
“A blast.” He smoothed his hands down my back and put his chin on my shoulder.
My body tightened, and I had to fight to keep my breathing even.
Memories swirled around me as our chests brushed, his hot skin sliding over mine.
Holding him felt good, too good.
And it wasn’t the first time I’d felt like this.
Far from it.
I’d never slow danced with a guy before, and Finn fit perfectly against me, our bodies slotting together.
He let out another happy-sounding sigh, and this time I didn’t bother shifting away as my cock went from half-hard to fully erect.
Finn let out a little gasp but didn’t move away.
I had no idea what the fuck I was doing or why.
Whatever it was, I didn’t want to stop touching him, and he didn’t seem to want me to stop either.
The last notes of the ballad melted away and were replaced by another dance tune.
Finn pulled far enough away he could look up at me, his eyes full of questions I didn’t have answers to.
I was done fighting my urges. The better part of the last hour, I’d been hyperaware of every move Finn made. Every time he smiled at someone or someone flirted with him, I’d had to tamp down flares of jealousy.
Finn was my friend. I had zero claims on him or his time.
I’d brought him here to meet people. He’d told me he was having fun. That should be enough. I should be happy for him. Instead, I was jealous.
So fucking jealous.
I turned Finn so his back was to my front and wrapped one arm around his stomach, anchoring him against me.
He melted in my arms. He put one hand on my hip, holding me in place. As if he didn’t want to let go of me either.
My dick was hard and so fucking sensitive nestled against Finn’s ass. He gave a tentative little swirl of his hips, and I saw stars.
I couldn’t stop the groan that escaped my throat, which seemed to give Finn a little extra courage, and he did it again.
I held his hips, circling his hot skin with my hands, and kept him flush against me.
We swayed and ground together to the beat of the music, oblivious to everything and everyone around us.
Every little roll and grind of Finn’s hips rubbed my cock in the most delicious way, and I buried my face in his sweaty neck. He laid his hand against my nape, holding me tight.
The song blended into another, then another.
The more we danced, the more my body reacted. My dick was so hard it ached, and my nipples were tight buds. Little pings of pleasure shot through me as they rubbed against Finn’s skin.
No one had ever played with my nipples before. I’d had no idea they were such a hot spot.
His hands massaged my body, squeezing and gripping as he held me as tight as I was holding him.
All around us, people moved sinuously to the music, and I lost myself in the moment.
In him.
Finn’s hand slid from my hip to my ass, his touch tentative as he rested it on one of my cheeks.
I groaned against his neck, needing more of his touch.
He squeezed the globe hard, and I jerked against him as nerves deep in my body reacted.
Holy shit.
Finn let his head fall back on my shoulder, his body boneless.
I slid one hand from his hip to his stomach and sifted my fingers through the soft hairs of his happy trail.
He felt good under my hand. Solid and warm. Nothing about him was feminine or reminded me of being with a woman. He was all man, and I fucking loved it.
Feeling greedy, I trailed my hand over his stomach, toying with his skin and mapping the dips and ridges of his muscles.
He drew in a shuddering breath as I continued to explore his torso, running my hand over his stomach and chest. He jerked when I brushed my fingertips over his nipples. I did it again, deliberately this time.
He moaned and wiggled his ass against my cock, the friction sending pulses of need and desire through me.
The music played around us, but I didn’t notice anything more than the beat. The club and dancers faded away as my world narrowed down to the man in my arms.
I settled my hand on his pec, enjoying the feel and shape of it against my palm.
Needing more, I slid my other hand from his hip, along his sides, over his collarbone, to his throat. I gently circled his hot skin, holding him tight against my body.
Finn let out a strangled groan, tightening his hand on my ass to the point of pain.
Feeling bold, I gently squeezed his throat. Not enough to affect his airflow or breathing but with just enough pressure to tease.
He let go of the back of my neck and grabbed my hand, which lay on his pecs. He laced our fingers together, holding it in place, and pressed his throat against my hand.
“Fuck,” I rasped against his skin and tightened my grip the slightest bit more.
Finn gasped, his body jerking as though he’d been electrocuted.
I loosened my hold. Had I gone too far? But Finn shook his head.
“More.”
That one word was nearly my undoing, and I circled his slender neck with my hand again, holding tight enough he had to put some effort behind each breath.
I lost track of how long we danced like this, lost in our own world as the songs blended together.
“All right, folks. It’s time to bring things down a notch.”
The deep voice startled us, and I was jolted back to reality.
“Stairway to Heaven,” the universal last song of clubs everywhere, blared from the speakers.
Blinking, I let go of Finn. He dropped his hands and stepped away from me.
Slowly, he turned, a mix of confusion and arousal on his gorgeous face.
“Beck?”
I didn’t hear his whispered word over the music, but I could read it.
“I don’t know.”
He bit his lower lip, then scraped his teeth over it as he lowered his eyes to my mouth.
“Fuck it.”
I took his hand, lacing our fingers together.
He blinked up at me, and the look of hopeful anticipation that crossed over his features was my undoing.
He wanted me, and I wanted him.
That was all I cared about.
I made a beeline for the little hallway with the bathrooms, dragging him along, but Finn kept pace with me.
The moment we were in the hallway, I yanked him in front of me and pushed him against the wall.
“Oh!”
He let out a surprised gasp, but he bumped his hips forward, showing me exactly how much he was enjoying this.
I pressed my body against his, my groan laced with both desire and pleasure.
He leaned forward, his lips parted as he closed his eyes.
I bypassed his kiss and let my lips hover next to his ear.
“Nuh-uh. We’re not rushing this,” I rasped.
He shuddered and lay limply under me, his head falling back against the wall.
Slowly, deliberately, I pressed a kiss against his neck, right under his ear, then traced my tongue over the spot I’d kissed.
Another shudder, followed by a moan.
He tasted salty with a hint of something musky. My mouth watered as I trailed a line of kisses across his throat, slowly making my way to his jaw. I dragged the tip of my nose over his jawline, his stubble tickling my skin.
“Beck,” he breathed, nearly vibrating under me.
“Yeah?” I kissed the corner of his mouth and slid one hand to his ass, squeezing the firm globe tight as I pushed him back against the wall, showing him exactly how much he was affecting me.
He let out a sexy-as-hell moan, and I kissed the other side of his mouth, then pulled back far enough so I could look into his eyes.
“Tease,” he choked out.
“Maybe a little.” I rubbed my nose against his. “You want more?”
Instead of answering, Finn grabbed the back of my head with one hand and dragged my mouth to his.
The show of force sent my arousal into a tailspin, and as our lips finally slotted together, it was me who shuddered.
It didn’t feel like a first kiss. No fumbling or awkwardness, no clanking teeth or trying to find the right angle.
We kissed like we’d always done it.
Like we should have been kissing this entire time.
He parted his lips, his tongue seeking entry. Hot breaths sawed out of him, ghosting against my cheeks.
I opened for him, and the first brush of his tongue against mine nearly sent me to my knees.
I wanted to keep the kiss soft and teasing, but I was so turned on I couldn’t stop myself and turned the kiss into something hot and hard and desperate.
The music ended, and the silence was both sudden and deafening.
I pulled away from the kiss.
As the lights around us flickered on, Finn’s blissed-out expression shifted to one of panic.
Club night was officially over. I pressed another kiss to his lips, then eased off him.
He blinked at me, confusion and questions written all over his face.
Welp, that made two of us.
The weirdest part about coming back to reality after dirty dancing with Finn and kissing him was that it wasn’t weird at all.
Shouldn’t I be freaking out? Instead, a deep sense of calm settled in me.
What had just happened answered so many questions I’d had over the years.
The bathroom door flew open, and a moment later, the hallway was full of people vying and jockeying to get in line to use the bathrooms.
“Beck?” Finn asked.
“We should go.”
Finn’s face fell.
I had so much I wanted to say, needed to say, but this wasn’t the place.
Instead of trying to explain. I took his hand but held him loosely to give him a chance to shake me off.
He didn’t.
“Let’s go home.”
He nodded, and together we headed toward the exit, fighting the crush of people like salmon swimming upstream.
The blast of cold air against my bare skin sent a shockwave of adrenaline through me.
“Shit!”
I grabbed my shirt from where it was still tucked into my pants and slipped it on as Finn did the same.
The thin cotton didn’t offer much protection against the September chill, but it was better than walking around half-naked.
“Come on.”
He fell into step beside me as I led him away from the club.
We walked for two blocks until we came up to a pub that was still open.
Finn didn’t say anything as I pulled out my phone to get us an Uber. Hopefully, being away from the crowd leaving Prism would cut down our wait time.
“About twenty minutes.” I tucked my phone into my pocket.
He wrapped his arms around his middle, his teeth chattering as he shivered.
Not giving a shit about where we were or who could see us, I opened my arms.
“Come here.”
He hesitated. Then he folded himself into my embrace.
I held him tight, rubbing my hands up and down his chilled arms, but he couldn’t stop shivering.
“Let’s go inside for a few minutes and get you warmed up.”
“Okay.”
We hurried into the pub.
“I have to use the… facilities.” Finn hooked his thumb toward the bathrooms.
I bit back a smile. “Meet me at the bar when you’re done.”
He spun on his heel and scurried away.
Heaving a sigh, I headed toward the bar so I could order a Coke.
Tonight had been a roller coaster of an evening.
I’d gone to the club with every intention of helping Finn broaden his horizons and meet some new people.
But that had devolved into us dirty dancing together and making out next to the bathrooms.
I scrubbed my hand down my face as little flashes of memories and questions cycled through my consciousness.
We needed to talk about this, but not yet.
I needed some time to process everything going on inside me. I didn’t regret what we’d done and hoped to fuck Finn didn’t think my weirdness had anything to do with him.
Nope, it was all me.
Tonight had answered some questions I’d had for a long time, but it also left about a dozen new ones floating around in my head.
I wasn’t straight.
I just hadn’t been able to admit it to myself until now.
