Joel’s mouth, which only served to speed up Joel’s heartbeat.
They were dancing so fucking close.
It could have been the sheer volume of guys pressing in around them, but it wasn’t. At least, that was what Joel hoped. He wanted to put his hands on Finn’s waist, or around his neck, but he didn’t dare.
He wasn’t about to dare, not until Finn spelled it out in words that even an idiot could understand. Because in that moment, that was how Joel felt—a hapless idiot, out of his depth, wanting something with every fiber of his being, but not possessing enough courage to reach out and take it.
Because it didn’t matter what Carrie said, or Megan, or Seb…
What mattered was Finn—who was looking at him with widened eyes. And then Joel’s heart almost burst with joy when Finn cupped Joel’s nape, and pulled Joel to him to claim his lips in a kiss that left Joel in no doubt at all that Finn wanted him as much as he wanted Finn.
Chapter Seventeen
Joel crushed his lips against Finn’s, tasting rum and coke and pure Finn. And when Finn slid his tongue inside, desire poured through him in a torrent. He grabbed Finn’s hips, pulling him closer until the solid heat of Finn’s crotch met his own.
Finn stopped the kiss with a gasp, and they parted. “Jesus.”
Joel fought to catch his breath. “If you knew how much I’ve wanted to do that…”
Finn was a little breathless too. “I think I get the idea.”
Then the music changed, and the spell was broken. Kacey Musgraves was gone, and in her place Shania Twain sang about feeling like a woman.
Joel grinned. “Can’t say I feel the same right now.” When Finn gave him a perplexed stare, he forced a laugh. “Feel like a woman. Actually, I feel like a complete horndog.”
Finn expelled a breath. “You sure haven’t forgotten how to kiss.”
Joel strove to keep a lid on the urge to drag Finn to a dark corner so they could make out like teenagers. “It’s been a while.”
“Well, why don’t we dance some more, and then I’ll take you home.” Finn’s eyes gleamed in the lights. “So you can show me what else you remember.” When Joel caught his breath, Finn stilled. “That’s if you want to.”
A boldness Joel had never experienced before seized him, and he grabbed Finn’s hand, dragging it to his crotch. “What does that tell you?”
Finn shuddered. “Fuck.” Joel had to stifle a moan as Finn cupped his solid shaft and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“My thoughts exactly.” Joel wasn’t sure how long he could keep dancing when all he could think about was Finn naked in his bed, in his arms.
Finn appeared to feel the same way. “Okay, we have three options. One, we leave now.”
Talk about being torn.
“We just got here.” Joel glanced around them at the guys dancing together. “And while I do want to get you out of here, I want to enjoy this a little longer. Because so far I’m loving it.” Not to mention part of him wanted to hold onto that fluttery feeling in his stomach, the tingling all over his body, the delicious sensations that accompanied anticipation. I’ve waited this long. I can wait a little longer.
Not too much longer though.
And then there was the exhilarating feeling of being in a crowd of gay men, of being accepted.
Of being out.
Christ, that was heady as fuck.
“I kinda feel the same.” Finn took a deep breath. “Option two. I take you to the restroom and… relieve some of this pressure.” Another gentle squeeze of his dick. “Although… it wouldn’t be my first choice because while the restrooms here are clean and well-lit, they’re also a little on the cramped side.” His smile sent a tingle all the way to Joel’s balls. “I’m all for a quickie when you positively can’t wait a second longer, but gimme comfort any day.”
Joel had not waited twenty years to get sucked off in a restroom. “So option three is we stay a while?”
Finn nodded. He grinned. “Think of it as extended foreplay.”
Joel bit his lip. “Not too much foreplay, okay? I’m liable to cream my jeans if you touch me again.”
Finn’s lips parted, his tongue darting out to lick his lips. “We can’t have that, right?” Then he laughed. “Don’t turn around. Seb is grinning like a Cheshire cat and making obscene gestures with his hands.”
Joel shifted a little closer, finally getting his hands where he wanted them, on Finn’s waist. “He