Chapter 6He woke in the morning with Finn’s hand tracing his stomach, casually but with flirtatious intent. Wes yawned, focused hastily, discovered big blue-green eyes gazing at him, all mock-innocence. The April thunderstorms thundered, having returned in a low pleased background purr. Their bedroom lay tucked inside the sound, an oasis of striped sheets and dark wood furniture and books on nightstands. Even Finn’s crutches fit, within reach, providing security. Belonging.
“Good morning,” Finn offered. His fingers were playing with Wes’s pajama pants now. “So I was thinking about you and sex.”
“Were you?” He could see as much: the line of Finn’s c**k was mostly hard under loose pants. He told himself not to ask whether this would be okay; he trusted Finn, and he needed to show that. Ins
