“I hope that means you naked,” Wes said. They had the elevator to themselves, and a few floors to go; he put down his bag, stepped in closer, put a hand in Finn’s hair. “Because that’s what I want.”
“Oh, well,” Finn said, “you can have that whenever—”
Wes kissed him. Not roughly, not pulling them off-balance; but deep, profound, enough that the blood pounded in his own ears.
Kissing Finn Ransom in a hotel elevator, in a world of history and passion and love. The taste of Finn’s mouth, lightly mint-flavored lip balm and sweet coffee and heat. The softness of Finn’s hair tangled into Wes’s hand, and the way Finn’s eyes slid shut, savoring each sensation, as Wes’s tongue delved into his mouth.
It was all wonderful. Full of wonder. Like the man in his arms.
Finn always kissed with wholehe
