The place smells faintly of cedar and faded citrus, like a candle that burned out hours ago and forgotten. Finn steps inside, taking in the space without much reaction. It’s the kind of place that doesn’t beg to be looked at. Lived in, but not in a way that leaves traces.
Alec is leaning against the counter, rolling a joint between his fingers, his movements lazy, absent-minded. His long hair falls around his face, a lion’s mane over a tight white tank, and the strap of his jock sneaks above the waistband of his low-hanging jeans.
Finn takes his time kicking off his shoes, not looking at Alec but feeling the weight of him across the room. There’s tension here, but it’s not the kind that snaps, it coils in the air between them.
Alec licks the edge of the paper, smooths it, then pulls a lighter from his pocket and sparks up. The flame flares, the paper glows, and he inhales deep. Holds it for a moment, head tipping back slightly, exhaling a slow curl of smoke toward the ceiling. He doesn’t pass it immediately. Just lets the quiet stretch.
Finn watches him, leaning his weight against the counter opposite.
“You smoke?” Alec finally asks, voice low, hazy.
“I do.” Finn grins.
Alec huffs a soft breath of amusement, then holds out the joint. Finn steps forward, fingers brushing Alec’s as he takes it. He lifts it to his lips, inhales slow, deep. When he exhales, the smoke drifts between them, thinning into the space.
“So,” Finn says after a while, passing the joint back. “You get all your hookups high?”
Alec smirks around the filter, takes another hit. Exhales slow. “If they’re lucky.”
“I feel lucky.”
Alec huffs out a quiet laugh, stepping away from the counter. He moves like someone who doesn’t need to fill space, like he’s comfortable in his body in a way that isn’t performative. But Finn doesn’t get pulled into things easily. He’s not the kind of man who rushes and reacts just because he’s expected to.
Alec passes him the joint again, this time standing closer. Their bodies don’t quite touch, but the heat is there. Finn inhales, lets the smoke curl against his tongue, lets the moment stretch before answering.
“I bet you like being looked at,” he says.
Alec tilts his head, tongue pressing against the inside of his cheek. “Maybe.” A pause. Then, “That a problem?”
Finn flicks the ash into the tray on the counter, eyes still steady. “Nope.”
Alec doesn’t say anything. If this guy wasn’t so fucking hot, he’d be annoying. He exhales smoke through his nose, flicks the joint into the ashtray, and peels his tank top off in one slow movement.
Finn watches, his gaze traveling over Alec’s body. It’s one of those stealth bodies, the kind you can’t quite measure under loose fabric. He’s not oversized, not bulky like a bodybuilder, but cut in a way that suggests discipline.
Wide shoulders that taper down to a lean waist, his stomach tight but not overdefined. He’s built for movement, not just aesthetics. The light catches on old scars, faint lines across his ribs, a hint of something lived-in beneath the polish. His arms are strong but deceptively lean.
Finn doesn’t react, not outwardly. His expression stays level, but there’s something behind his eyes considering. He takes another drag, exhales slow, then tilts his head slightly.
“Alright,” Finn says, voice low, easy. “I see you.”
“Yeah?” Alec asks, voice just slightly rough. “What do you see?”
Alec doesn’t blink, just stands there, bare-chested, smoke from the joint curling above his shoulder. Finn watches him, eyes tracing over the lines of his body, the way his stomach tightens just slightly when he breathes, the subtle flex in his arms, like he’s bracing for something that isn’t coming.
“I see a very, very sexy boy,” Finn says, voice even, easy, like he’s just stating a fact.
The words hit somewhere deeper than Alec expects. He’s been called hot before. Been called sexy. But this lands differently.
Alec licks his lips, then reaches for the joint Finn is still holding, plucking it from his fingers. Doesn’t break eye contact as he takes a hit, holds it, exhales slow.
“Yeah?” Alec finally says, smoke slipping past his lips. “That’s what you see?”
Finn doesn’t say anything right away. Just watches him. Then, just the smallest nod.
“It is,” Finn says. “And I’m not mad about it.”
And for the first time all night, Alec just laughs out loud, passing the joint back to Finn.
“You’re so stupid,” Alec smiles at him.
They pass the joint back and forth, their fingers brushing just slightly in the exchange, but neither of them moves to close the space. Alec takes a hit, tilts his head back, exhales toward the ceiling.
Finn watches him through the haze, watches the slow way Alec’s chest rises and falls, the looseness creeping into his shoulders, the way his tongue flicks against his bottom lip like he’s tasting something he’s not sure how to name.
Neither of them says anything for a while. The only sound is the faint hum of the city outside, the occasional creak of the old floors as Alec shifts his weight.
Finn takes the joint back, breathes deep, then exhales as he nods toward the couch.
“You wanna chill over there for a bit?”
Alec exhales slow, rolls his neck, glances over at the couch like he’s just now realizing it exists. Then nods, easy.
“Yeah, cool.”
Finn watches the way Alec moves as he crosses the loft, that slow, natural prowl, the way his back muscles shift under his skin, the slight sway in his hips that’s too effortless to be intentional.
Alec drops onto the couch, legs spread wide, head tipped back, eyes hooded as he exhales the last of the joint’s burn. He looks loose now, but not open. Still holding something back.
Finn walks over, slower, unrushed. sits right next to Alec, their thighs pressed together, the heat between them subtle but constant. There’s no hesitation when Finn slings an arm around Alec’s shoulders, his fingers resting lightly against his bare skin, casual like they’ve done this a hundred times before.
Alec tenses for half a second, not out of discomfort, not really, just because he doesn’t know what this is yet. The casualness of it, the easy familiarity when they’ve barely met.
Finn doesn’t say anything about the way Alec goes still, just leans back against the couch, getting comfortable like the space belongs to him now too. He nudges Alec slightly with his chin.
“You wanna watch something stupid?”
Alec snorts, a short, surprised laugh escaping before he can stop it. He glances over, sees the way Finn is watching him, something just a little amused in his expression.
“Like what?” Alec asks, shifting a little under Finn’s arm but not pulling away.
“You choose.”
Alec hesitates, then grabs the remote, flipping through his watchlist before landing on something ridiculous from his childhood, something loud and dumb and nostalgic in a way he never admits. Finn just nods when it starts, still not moving his arm, still not making a big deal out of it.
And so, they sit watching. Letting the weed settle into their bones, the warmth of Finn’s arm steady around Alec’s shoulders, the easy weight of another body against his. Alec isn’t sure how to take it at first. The contact, the way Finn doesn’t push, doesn’t try to turn it into something else.
But after a few minutes, he exhales, slow and measured, and shrugs into it, letting himself settle. The movie rolls on, dumb and comforting, the laughter coming easy, low and relaxed between them.
And that’s when Alec catches it. A shift in the air, subtle at first, but then suddenly, there. A sharp, masculine scent cutting through the haze of weed smoke and whatever soap Finn used earlier.
Finn’s pits. Something earthy, clean but unmistakably him, sweat-tinged but not unpleasant, something that sinks into Alec’s lungs before he even realizes he’s inhaling deeper. It’s not overwhelming, but it’s intimate in a way that makes Alec hyper-aware of just how close Finn is.
But now he can’t stop noticing it. The warmth of Finn’s body, the slow rise and fall of his breathing, the way his scent lingers, filling up Alec’s head in a way that feels too easy, too natural. And for the first time tonight, Alec feels like he’s the one being pulled into something.
Finn notices it. The way Alec breathes just a little deeper, like he’s not even aware he’s doing it. The way his body goes looser, but not in a way that means he’s pulling away, just adjusting to the weight of Finn’s arm like it belongs there.
And then, just the faintest shift. A slow, unconscious press of Alec’s shoulder into Finn’s side, the smallest nudge of his temple against Finn’s bicep, like something inside him is responding before his mind catches up.
Finn hides his smirk, but he feels it, that moment, the unspoken confirmation that Alec likes this. That he’s soaking it in, even if he’s not about to admit it. The rubbing is subtle, barely more than a shift, but Finn recognizes it for what it is.
Finn doesn’t say anything, doesn’t move too much, just lets his fingers brush once, light and casual, against Alec’s shoulder. He feels the warmth of his skin, the way it’s a little flushed from the weed, from the heat between them.
It’s a good look on him, relaxed, mouth a little slack, eyes hooded in the flickering light of the TV.
Finn watches the way Alec’s throat moves when he swallows, the way his fingers twitch slightly where they rest on his thigh. He tilts his head slightly, voice low and easy.
“Good movie?”
Alec blinks like he’d forgotten they were even watching something, then scoffs, shifting again, but not away.
“Shut up,” he mutters, but there’s no bite to it.
Finn just grins, squeezes Alec’s shoulder lightly, and keeps watching. The movie rolls on, half-forgotten, flickering across their faces, but neither of them is really watching anymore.
Alec shifts slightly, turning just enough to look at Finn, to see the relaxed way he’s sitting, the half-lidded gaze that flicks toward him in return. Finn’s arm tightens just slightly, not pulling Alec in but steadying him there, like he’s keeping him in place just in case.
Then, without thinking, Alec tilts his chin up. Finn meets him in the middle, their lips brushing first, just lightly, just a breath between them before the kiss settles into something deeper.
It’s intense, but sweet. Finn kisses like he means it, like he’s paying attention, like he’s letting Alec set the pace without needing to prove anything. His lips are soft, the heat of him warm, grounding. Alec isn’t used to this. It’s just good.
Alec makes a quiet sound against Finn’s mouth, something surprised, something he wouldn’t normally let slip, but Finn swallows it down, deepening the kiss just enough to make Alec feel it everywhere. His fingers slide up, curl lightly at the back of Finn’s neck, and Finn makes a noise in return, something low, something pleased.
They don’t pull apart quickly. It slows down naturally, lips parting, but they stay close, foreheads nearly touching, neither of them speaking. Alec’s breath is a little uneven, Finn’s eyes just slightly darker. But neither of them moves to start something else.
Finally, Alec exhales, pressing back into the couch, into Finn’s side, rubbing at his face like he’s shaking off whatever that just was.
“Shit,” Alec mutters, voice rough.
Finn huffs a quiet laugh, reaching for the joint they’d left in the ashtray. “Yeah.”
They smoke, slow and easy, the warmth settling deeper in their limbs. The couch feels better than moving. And at some point, the movie ends, but neither of them turns it off. Neither of them moves at all.
They both pass out eventually, warm and loose-limbed against each other, the weight of the night pressing down in a way that makes movement feel impossible. Finn’s arm stays draped around Alec, his breath slow and steady against Alec’s hair. Alec doesn’t think about what it means. He doesn’t think about anything at all.
The city hums outside, cars rolling past, distant voices on the street below. Somewhere in all of that, Alec drifts, warmth all around him, the scent of Finn’s skin still lingering in his head.
The morning comes slow, pale blue light filtering through the loft windows. Alec shifts first, groggy and half-aware, stretching slightly before realizing how warm he still is.
And then he registers it. The weight in his palm. The solid heat of it. His fingers are resting in Finn’s lap. And Finn is hard.
Not just half-hard, not some lazy morning wood that will disappear in a few minutes. No. Finn is rock fucking solid, thick and straining against his jeans, the shape of him obvious even through the fabric. Alec can feel it, the sheer weight of it, the tension in Finn’s body even though he’s still mostly asleep.
For a second, Alec stays frozen, his breath locked tight in his throat, staring down at the way Finn’s cock presses hard against the seam of his jeans. Big. It’s big.
Alec likes to think he’s above that. He likes to think size doesn’t matter to him. That he’s too cool for that, that he doesn’t get caught up in the specifics, that he’s got too much self-respect to be one of those guys.
But fuck. He swallows, eyes flicking up to Finn’s face, but Finn hasn’t moved, still resting, his breath slow, his expression unreadable in the soft morning light. Alec’s fingers twitch slightly, just barely, and he stops himself before he does anything stupid.
His body wants to. Wants to. But Alec’s brain catches up. Slowly, carefully, he pulls his hand away. He doesn’t move far, doesn’t want to, but he lets himself breathe, lets himself sit with the knowledge of it. He doesn’t know what the fuck they’re doing. But he knows that Finn is big. And he knows that it’s already fucking with him.
The air in Alec’s loft sat heavy, thick with the heat of a summer night. The A/C had gone out hours ago, leaving everything damp, walls sweating, the floor warm underfoot. He could feel it on his skin, sinking into him. He shifted, ran a hand through his hair, exhaled. Then he just sat there, waiting.
He was wearing only jeans, barefoot, the strap of his jock tight around his hips, cutting against his lower back in a way he liked. He wasn’t sure why he’d kept the jeans on this long. Maybe to prove something, maybe because he liked how the denim held against his thighs, maybe because it felt good to have the option of taking them off.
The door swung open, bringing no relief from the heat, only more of it. Finn stepped inside like he owned the place, cut-off tee hanging loose, jeans worn low enough to sit right. He was all confidence, something that made space for itself without ever asking permission. He kicked off his shoes, stretched long and slow.
The scent hit. Thick, strong, familiar, but something about the heat made it heavier, made it spread faster. Alec felt it before he even really smelled it. It moved ahead of Finn, curled into the warm air, sank into the walls. Sweat, skin, something deeper underneath. Something Alec had caught hints of before, but not like this.
Finn laughed again, easy, loud. He ran a hand through his damp hair, voice rough around the edges.
“It’s fucking hot in here.”
Alec barely heard him. He was already tracking something else, the scent, the way it pressed into his chest, the way it curled at the edges of his brain.
“Did you just come from the gym?”
Finn smirked, already knowing.
“Naw, I went earlier.”
Alec nodded, like that was the answer he’d been looking for, but Finn knew the real question. And Finn knew Alec knew it too.
Finn moved to the couch, legs spread wide like the heat didn’t touch him. He nodded toward the cushion next to him. Alec rolled his eyes, but he sat down anyway. He told himself it was nothing. Just the couch, just a seat, just a stupid art movie playing on the TV.
But it wasn’t nothing. The second Alec settled in, Finn’s scent surrounded him. Not just lingering, not just hanging in the air. The heat made it worse. The couch held it, the cushions soaked it in.
Alec tried to watch the movie. It was something strange and abstract, long moments of silence punctuated by bursts of color, music that didn’t quite match the images on the screen. Finn kind of liked it. Alec barely saw it.
He could feel the presence of Finn next to him, the weight of his thigh just inches away, the solid press of his body against the cushions. The longer they sat there, the more Alec felt it creeping into him, crawling into his lungs, into his stomach, under his skin.
He shifted. Once, then again. His breath came sharp, something hot moving under his ribs. Then it was instant.
One second, Finn was stretched out, relaxed, watching the movie. The next, Alec was on him. He lunged, hard and fast, shoving into Finn’s side, gripping, twisting, trying to throw him down. His muscles burned with the sudden motion, his breath sharp, teeth gritted in effort.
Finn let out a breathless, startled laugh. Not a nervous one. A delighted one. His arms came up immediately, catching Alec, gripping tight, holding him steady. He let Alec push, let him press against him, let him try. But Finn didn’t move.
Alec dug in, trying to shift his weight, using his knee against the couch for leverage. His arms wrapped around Finn’s shoulders, trying to force him down. Finn grinned, didn’t budge.
Then Finn moved. Quick. Sharp. A twist, a shift, then Alec was flying.
He hit the floor hard. The impact sent a shock up his spine, but he barely had time to process it before Finn was on top of him. For a second, Alec just stared up at him. They stayed like that for a long moment.
Then Finn sat up and maneuvered his knees to press against Alec’s wrists, pinning them down. He was still grinning, head tilted, shoulders loose, like he wasn’t even trying. He had Alec completely pinned, unable to move.
Then Alec noticed it. The bulge in Finn’s jeans. Finn was getting off on this. Good. Alec grinned, something mean curling in the edges of his mouth. Finn saw it.
“You ready to get up yet?”
Alec nodded. Waited. Finn let go. The second Finn’s weight lifted, Alec attacked again, twisting, aiming to take Finn down completely. He threw all his weight into it, his shoulder slamming against Finn’s chest, arms locking tight.
Finn shifted, dodged, stepping just out of reach. Alec snarled, turned, went for him again. Finn didn’t move this time. He let Alec hit. They collided, hot skin against hot skin, sweat mixing, breath sharp. Finn wrapped an arm around Alec’s waist, trying to lock him down, but Alec hooked a leg behind Finn’s knee, yanked.
Finn lost balance, for just a second, and Alec took advantage. They hit the floor again, rolling, slamming into the hardwood, tangling together. Alec got on top. Finn let him. Let him think he had it.
Then Finn moved. Fast. Sharp. One second, Alec was straddling him, gripping his wrists. The next, Finn had him completely pinned. Alec bucked, teeth gritted, but Finn held.
Alec struggled, twisting hard beneath him, trying to throw Finn off, but Finn’s grip was unshakable. Alec gritted his teeth, planting his feet, trying to bridge up and throw Finn’s weight forward.
Finn let him try, let him twist, let him buck, but he wasn’t going anywhere. Every time Alec shifted, Finn adjusted, staying planted, unmovable, letting Alec burn through himself.
Then Finn pressed his hips down, rolling into Alec’s stomach, letting him feel it, the thick press of his big dick, hard in his jeans, grinding slow. Alec let out a sharp breath, eyes flickering wide, shock flashing across his face before he masked it. Finn grinned.
“Look how hard you got me. This is fun.”
Alec snarled, the heat of it flashing up his spine. Then he threw himself into the fight again. Finn let it happen. Let Alec think, for just a second, that maybe this time he could overpower him.
And then, Finn let go. Just enough to let Alec surge up, to let him push them both off the floor. The second they were upright, Finn moved. A sharp, sure grip, fingers tangling into Alec’s ponytail.
He yanked, not cruel, just enough to make Alec freeze mid-motion. Alec’s breath caught, hands half-raised, body taut. Finn leaned in, voice rich with something final.
“I think you need to learn something tonight.”
Finn tugged a little bit more then let go. Released Alec’s ponytail. Uncurled his fingers from his wrists. Alec lost his balance and fell back on the ground. He stared up at Finn, lips parted, chest rising and falling, body tight with frustration, tight with something else he didn’t want to name.
Finn didn’t give him anything. He just reached into his pocket, pulled out another joint, flicked his lighter. The flame flared, catching the tip, cherry glowing bright in the dim room.
He took a slow drag. Exhaled. The smoke curled into the thick, hot air between them. Finn stared down at Alec. Waiting. Watching.
For a second, Alec just lay there. Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, he pushed himself up. His muscles flexed, stretched, coiled as he rose onto his feet. Finn watched him stand, still silent, still smoking. Alec met his gaze, dark and unreadable.
Then, Alec started to take off his jeans, slowly, deliberately, his fingers steady despite the way his pulse pounded against his ribs. The zipper slid down, the denim loosening. He pushed them down his hips, let them drop to the floor.
Just the jock now.
The fabric sat snug against him, the straps framing the curves of his bubbly muscle ass. Barefoot, sweat-slicked, breathing hard, Alec just stood there, letting Finn look.
Finn took one last drag from his joint. Didn’t move. Didn’t react. Just watched. And then, before Finn could even process his next move, Alec lunged.
Finn barely had time to react before Alec hit him, fast and ruthless. They slammed to the floor, hard, rough, the air between them thick and charged. Alec landed on top, straddling Finn’s waist, thighs locking him down.
His grip pressed into Finn’s shoulders. Then, without a word, Alec reached down, plucked the joint straight from Finn’s mouth, brought the joint to his lips, took a slow, steady hit.
Finn just stared up at him, dark behind his grin. Smoke curled from Alec’s mouth as he exhaled. Didn’t break eye contact. Didn’t flinch. Finn looked at him. Sweaty. Lean, ripped, muscles tight with exertion.
His ponytail hung loose around his face, strands of hair clinging to his forehead. His smooth chest and stomach gleamed under the low light, but his legs, thick, muscled, were furry.
And then Finn saw it. The pouch. Small. Maybe Alec didn’t get hard from this. Maybe he never did. Finn’s smirk deepened. Welp, time to move.
Before Alec could react, Finn grabbed his waist, twisted hard, threw him off. Alec landed with a grunt, rolling onto his side, but Finn was already getting to his feet. He reached for his lighter, flicked the flame, lit another joint. He let the smoke settle in his chest before exhaling slow.
Finn peeled off his soaked t-shirt. Shed his jeans quickly. Now, just in his black briefs, dick big, thick, hard, scent radiating off of him, filling the room. Finn let Alec see him.
Then, with a voice low, rough, amused:
“Come on. You wanted to fight. Get up.”
Finn paced slow, easy, rolling the joint between his fingers, letting the smoke curl up toward the ceiling. His briefs clung to his hips, fabric stretched taut over his cock, thick, tenting, impossible to ignore. Sweat still glistened on his skin, rolled slow from his hairline, catching in the dips of his muscles. He wasn’t in a hurry.
Alec was still on the floor, had barely moved since Finn had thrown him. Finn knew Alec was tracking his every step, the way he circled, the way he moved. Finn took another slow drag. His cock throbbed in his briefs, heavy and unbothered. He didn’t try to hide it.
Then, Alec shifted up onto all fours. Finn slowed to a stop. Alec stretched out, rounding then arching his back, rolling his neck, his tight muscle cheeks straining against the straps of his slick-wet jock. Alec shook his right thigh out, then the left.
Finn felt it hit him. The arch in Alec’s back, the spread of his knees, the way the jock curved snug over his ass, straps cutting firm into the thick muscle of his thighs. His back was slick with sweat, the light catching every ridge. And Alec let him look, let Finn take it all in.
Finn exhaled slow. Something inside him seethed with hunger. But he didn’t move. He just watched, caught almost in how fucking hot this boy was in front of him, Jesus Chri–
And that’s when Alec lunged. Fast. Hard. All teeth and muscle. His body collided into Finn’s, knocking them both to the ground. Alec let out a crazy howl that made Finn laugh out loud as they hit the floor hard, rolling, limbs tangled, breath sharp against each other’s skin. Finn grunted, twisting to reverse it, but Alec was already scrambling, already moving fast.
Alec got on top. Straddled him, thighs gripping tight against Finn’s waist. And then he pressed back. Ground his ass into Finn’s cock. Slow. Hard. For real. He looked down at Finn, sharp-eyed and feral.
Finn let out a sharp breath, as he noticed again that Alec still wasn’t hard, wait, maybe he was? Well Finn knew he was hard and that’s good enough.
Then, he grabbed Alec’s hips. Held them. Locked them down. No more running now. No more escaping. Finn had him. And Alec fucking knew it.
Finn’s grip on Alec’s hips was firm in a way that said: you’re not getting away. Alec knew it too. His body had stopped resisting in the way that mattered. He was breathing hard, but his weight had settled.
Finn could feel it. Alec’s thighs twitching, his knees pressing into the floor like he was trying to root himself. Could feel the way Alec’s ass was still pushing back, like he was liking this too but didn’t want to admit it. Finn smirked. That’s fine, Jungle Boy. I’ll get you there.
Finn shifted under him, putting both arms behind his head, exposing his pits, thick, dark hair damp with fresh sweat, the heat rolling off him, the scent kicking up fast. Alec froze. Finn saw it. Felt it. Saw the flicker of something raw and desperate in Alec’s eyes.
Then Finn reached up. Didn’t rush. Didn’t force it. Just ran his fingertips over Alec’s chest, over the sheen of sweat cooling there. He rolled Alec’s nipples between his fingers, pinched lightly, then tugged.
Alec shuddered. Not small. Not subtle. A full-body quake, like something inside him was short-circuiting. Finn grinned.
“Oh, babe.”
He did it again, slower this time, watching the way Alec’s body reacted. Alec jerked, sucked in a sharp breath, his hips twitching forward, away from Finn’s cock, but his chest pressed into Finn’s hands.
Finn let his arms fall back again, stretching wider this time. The scent hit Alec like a fucking freight train. Thicker now. Finn let it sink in, let it curl into Alec’s lungs. Then he moved.
A hand to the back of Alec’s neck. A firm grip. And then, a pull. Not rough. Just definite. Finn dragged Alec’s face into his pits. Alec struggled. Twisted, pressed against Finn’s grip, hands bracing against Finn’s chest like he might push away. Finn just held him there. Just kept him close.
Alec whined. Small. Sharp. Then he stopped. Then he breathed it in deep. Finn felt Alec’s whole body shift. The second breath wasn’t a mistake. The second breath was surrender. Then he felt Alec’s soft tongue lapping on his pits. That’s it.
Finn’s other hand slid down. Found the curve of Alec’s ass, cupped him through the jock, palmed the thick muscle. Alec didn’t move away. Didn’t even flinch. Finn gripped tighter, pulled Alec down beside him. Not a throw. Not a demand. Just a guide. Just a shift. Alec let it happen.
Finn tilted his head, watching Alec, tracking the way his breath still stuttered, the way his lips were parted, the way his pupils were blown wide. Then Finn hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs. Pushed them down. Kicked them off. His cock thick, dark at the tip, his bush full and wild, his balls hanging heavy, packed with seed.
Alec’s eyes lit up. Finn smiled big.
“That’s what you needed this whole time?”
Alec stared. Didn’t answer. Didn’t move away. Didn’t look anywhere else. Finn grinned.
“Go get it, Jungle Boy.”
Alec smiled goofy in a way that Finn had never seen. He crawled into Finn, nuzzling against his bush, pushing his nose between Finn’s big balls, dragging his tongue up the shaft, looking up at Finn, happy.
Finn could only smile back, as Alec drooled a river of spit down the big vein on the top of his boner. Alec’s tongue followed close behind, licking it up, and spreading it around. He pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses on the head, on the puffy slit, smearing Alec’s precum all over his lips.
“That’s it, Jungle Boy. Get sloppy with my big dick.”
Alec’s face was shiny with spit, rubbing his face on Finn’s boner, making a big mess of himself. Finn loved watching Alec just get stupid on his big fat dick. It was amazing to him how tame he gets around it, just letting go and losing himself in it.
Alec’s lips parted a bit and Finn softly pushed the head of his cock. Alec opened up and wrapped his lips around it, drooling more on it, letting it go in and out of his lips. Then he gets into it, and takes a little more, his lips stretching a bit more to take Finn’s big fat boner.
He kept eye contact with Finn, so proud of himself for taking more. In and out, Alec teased the head, the shaft.
Finn was watching him, waiting for the right moment when Alec opened up a little bit more and Finn went for it. He grabbed the back of Alec’s head and fucked his throat like he meant it. Deep. Hard. His cock slammed past Alec’s lips, pushing to the furthest Alec could take before pulling back, only to do it again. The wet choke of it, the slick mess, the sound of Alec trying to keep up, it was everything.
Finn could feel it, the way Alec was still there, still present, still trying, still taking every inch because he wanted to. Finn pressed deeper, testing, pushing, waiting for that first true break. And then, he saw it. Alec’s fingers flexed against Finn’s thighs, then loosened. His hips twitched forward instead of pulling away. His throat relaxed, opened.
That was it. Finn grinned, fucked his mouth even harder, forcing Alec to take it, to accept it, to let it happen. He kept Alec in place, kept him full, made him feel the weight of it, the heat, the demand of it.
Finn felt it coming. Felt the tight coil of it, the pressure rising, the need to mark him, to claim him, to fucking cover him. Finn pulled back at the last second. Alec gasped, sharp, breathless, then opened his mouth just in time.
Finn came hard, thick, hot. It splashed across Alec’s tongue, his lips, his chin. Alec was covered in it, and the scent was wild. Infinite Finn scent spinning Alec into space. Finn held Alec’s jaw, tilted his face up, made sure he saw it.
“Show me.”
And Alec did. Finn could see it, Alec’s lips parted, his tongue flicking out, the heat of it all still fresh, still slick, still dripping down his chin. His breath was shaky, uneven, his hands still gripping Finn’s thighs.
Alec opened his mouth wider, let Finn see it all. The wet gleam of it pooled on his tongue, thick and heavy. Finn groaned, watching as Alec shifted his jaw, let it slide.
“That’s it, Jungle Boy. Play with it for me. Show me you like that seed.”
And he played with it. Let his tongue roll against it, let it bubble just slightly, spreading the heat across his lips, pushing it against the roof of his mouth. Finn’s cock twitched. Hard. Alec tilted his head, smirking, just a little, just enough.
“Swallow.”
Still holding Finn’s gaze, he swallowed. All of it. Didn’t flinch. Didn’t look away. Just took it, let it go down slow, let Finn watch every second of it. And when it was gone, he opened his mouth again, just to show him. Finn grinned.
“Jungle Boy. You’re fucking perfect.”
Alec stayed right where he was. Didn’t move, didn’t break away. His breath was still deep. Finn watched as Alec pressed his face against his thigh, as his lips brushed against Finn’s still-sensitive cock like he wasn’t even thinking about it.
Finn ran his fingers through Alec’s hair, gripping at the roots, still feeling the heat radiating off him. He let his touch linger, tracing the shape of Alec’s jaw, the curve of his throat, the quiet tension still humming under his skin.
Then his eyes dropped lower. He noticed Alec’s ass, the way he was still kneeling, still spread, still waiting. Finn smirked, voice low, amused.
“Show me your ass, Jungle Boy.”
And Alec obeyed. Immediately. Shifted onto all fours. Arched his back. Let Finn see. Finn exhaled slow. The way the jock strap hugged him, the way his muscled, furry cheeks flexed, the way sweat still glistened along the dip of his lower back–it was all perfect.
Finn let his fingers trail over the curve of it, tracing the lines He let his palm rest there, let his thumb press just slightly against the small of Alec’s back.
Then he stopped. Not yet. He let his hand drop, running a lazy touch down Alec’s spine instead. Alec didn’t even react. Just stayed there, still, waiting. Finn leaned back against the couch, ran a lazy hand over his stomach.
Not yet, Jungle Boy.
Alec turned his head just enough to glance back, his expression raw, frustrated, barely masking the need Finn could see all over him. His lips were still parted, wet, flushed from Finn’s cock, his chin slick with spit and seed. His pupils were blown wide, his body still riding the aftershocks of everything Finn had just done to him.
Finally, Finn leaned back, dragging Alec with him into the space beside him. Alec stiffened at first, his body still too caught up in the unfinished edge of it all. But Finn didn’t let go. He wrapped an arm around him, spooning him, letting the heat of his skin do the work.
He wasn’t used to this. Finn could feel it in the way Alec held himself at first, half-tense, half-unsure, like he didn’t know what to do with comfort. Like it wasn’t something he trusted. But Finn just kept his grip easy, kept his breathing steady, let Alec feel him there.
The frustration didn’t leave right away. Finn knew it wouldn’t. Alec’s head was still spinning. But his body started to understand. Little by little, Alec’s breathing slowed.
His head rested against Finn’s chest, blond hair damp with sweat, his pulse still a little fast but evening out. Finn pressed a slow, absentminded kiss to the top of Alec’s head. Alec didn’t pull away.
And eventually, despite his best efforts, the weight of Finn around him, the warmth, the steady rise and fall of his breath, it pulled Alec under. Sleep found him before he could fight it.
The next morning, Alec woke up feeling slow, heavy, half-drowned in warmth. The loft was quiet, still thick with the smell of sweat, sex, and weed, but the night had burned out, leaving only the smolder. Finn’s arms were still around him.
Alec blinked. His head felt full, thick, like he was coming down from something. He slipped out of Finn’s arms carefully. His muscles ached, but it was the kind of ache that sat deep, like it had been earned.
The coffee grinder whirred in the kitchen, cutting through the hush of the morning. Alec leaned against the counter, staring out the window, the city already moving below him, the heat of the new day crawling in.
Finn walked in a few minutes later, shirtless, wearing nothing but his briefs. Alec kept his eyes out the window.
“Enough for two?”
Alec turned around; Finn pointed to the coffee. Alec nodded. Finn poured himself a cup of coffee, sat at the table, waited. Alec didn’t move for a long time. Then, finally, he turned.
“Why’d you call me Jungle Boy?”
Finn smirked, taking a slow sip.
“Felt like it.”
Alec watched him for a beat. Then shrugged, glancing back toward the window.
“You don’t like it?” Finn asked.
Alec didn’t answer right away. Just shifted his weight, exhaled slow.
“Just curious.”
Finn thought for a second, rolling the words around in his mouth like they mattered.
Then, easy as ever, he said, “I mean, you pounced on me.”
Alec turned back to look at him. They both laughed. But something lingered under it. Finn set his coffee down, stretched, pushing his hands through his hair before standing up.
“I gotta get going.”
Alec nodded. Finn stood up and stepped towards Alec. He reached out, pulling him into a hug, one hand settling at the back of Alec’s head, pressing him into it.
And for a second, Alec didn’t react. But then, just before Finn was about to let go, Alec hugged him back. Finn felt it. The way Alec’s fingers curled lightly against his back, barely there, like he didn’t know he was doing it.
Finn let it sit for a second longer. Then he pulled back, grinning.
“Text me.”
Alec nodded again. Finn grabbed his things, pulled his shirt over his head, kicked his shoes on. There was a beat. A moment where they hovered, where something almost needed to be said.
Finn let it go. Then he left and Alec could feel the difference.