Chapter 4Back in Finn’s trailer, Wes tried to kiss his boyfriend and touch his boyfriend everywhere and explain that Finn was wonderful, all at once; Finn laughed, shoved the door shut behind them, caught Wes for another deeper kiss. Still flavored like mint and lip balm. Urgent and pounding, tongue and teeth and mouth taking Wes’s.
Wes found himself clinging to Finn. To buckles and straps and leather. He wanted to feel it all.
“Absolutely yes,” Finn said, and Wes realized he’d said that out loud, and he didn’t even care. He yanked Finn closer, shameless. Arousal burned through his veins, electric.
“So much yes,” Finn said again, laughing more. His hands slid up under Wes’s sweater, fingertips and fingerless gloves against Wes’s skin. And then down: finding the zipper of Wes’s jeans, to
