The afternoon thrummed, peaceful. The air, rich with s*x and release and love, lay over them like a blanket. Wes’s body felt peaceful too—not given his own release, not yet, but serene in the unrealized throb of it. Rightness laced his bones, written in the weight of Finn in his arms.
Finn opened his eyes after a minute or two—he’d tucked his face into Wes’s chest, but Wes’s skin knew the flutter of his eyelashes—and said, “Can we do that again?”
“What, right now?”
“Completely no. I can’t even move. But soon.”
“Yep.”
“You have the best ideas.”
“I know.”
“Can I buy you more ties? This one’s staying here.”
“I’ll figure out something better. If you liked that.”
Finn tipped his head up. Found Wes’s eyes with his. “Like is so not the word.”
“Good.”
“But…” Finn wiggled against him, cl
