wanted was a kiss. That would be a good
test—a man couldn’t always get where he wanted with pretty words and declarations of
need. Finn had to show Max.
Lifting their joined hands, he tugged Max’s until they lay still entwined on the pillow
next to Finn’s head. The subtle shift meant Max was pulled forward and his body rested
slightly on Finn’s chest. With his other hand Finn reached up and curled the fingers into
Max’s short blond hair and with a gentle tug he encouraged Max to lean further. There was
no resistance and Max allowed himself to be guided to where Finn wanted him—into a kiss. When their lips touched it was like match to paper—incendiary and immediate. The
taste of Max was every bit as good as Finn remembered and he took his fill.
Max deepened the kiss and Finn was lost. Max removed Finn’s hand from his hair,
pushing it to next to Finn’s head. Pinned to the bed by Max’s hands and the firm weight of
him, Finn was seriously close to soiling hospital sheets without a single touch to his dick. Max shifted and deepened the kiss, and there was desperation in the action. Finn suddenly felt lightheaded and he whimpered low in his throat.
Max immediately released the kiss and looked a little abashed.
“Sorry,” he said. “Got carried away.”
Finn wasn’t letting him away without a fight and he chased the kiss. Max chuckled—
the bastard—and continued the heated embrace.
“Well, this is new,” a voice filled with laughter said behind them. “I don’t remember
getting this service when I had my appendix removed.”
Finn groaned and Max pulled back. Not a quick jerk away, but slow, with a hint of
resignation. He dropped a final, gentle kiss on Finn’s lips then finally released his hold of
Finn’s hands.
Finn felt immediately bereft and having Kieran at the door, with— fuck —Daniel right
behind him, didn’t stop him wanting Max right back against him.
“Kieran Dexter,” Kieran introduced himself. He held out a hand to shake Max’s. “And
you must be the tall, blond and gorgeous fireman.”
Finn groaned. Please stop now. “Kieran—”
“I normally just answer to Max,” Max said with a smile.
“Daniel Skylar.”
God. Daniel . Max was going to take one look at the ex-Marine quarterback, all-round
bad-boy and that was it, Finn was so out of the picture.
“Was just visiting my man here,” Max said simply.
Finn blinked at the words. And even Kieran was quiet. Kieran I-have-words-for-everyoccasion Dexter was quiet. Would wonders never cease?
“Is he okay?” Daniel finally said. He approached the bed and, for some reason only
known to Daniel, he poked at the bandages.
The meds must have been wearing off as Finn definitely felt the poke.
“Fuck, Daniel,” Finn rasped.
“Stop poking the patient,” Kieran admonished. He pulled up a chair.
“You don’t need to stay,” Finn said instantly. He was aware he was sounding rude, but
the first rule of the Fridays was that if a member was with a man then they were left the hell
alone. Of course, in the six months they had been meeting, Finn was the first to actually be
trying the whole proposition of having a man out.
“What happened?” Daniel asked seriously.
Finn knew that tone well. It was ex-Marine speak for ‘Who do I kill?’. He’d only heard it
once before when some young kid from town had taken Daniel’s mom’s car on a joyride up
and down the mountain. The scared-as-shit teenager wasn’t likely to ever do anything
similar to this again. Not with the threat of Daniel-I’m-bad-Skylar on his tail. “Someone cut his brake line,” Max responded, matching Daniel’s serious tone. Finn waited for the reaction from Daniel and Kieran. He didn’t have to wait long.
Kieran was all what the fuck and Daniel had slipped well and truly into kill mode. Great. So
much for quiet time and some more of that toe-curling kissing.
“Guys?” Finn tried to interrupt the discussion that ranged from killing people—
Daniel—to a
test—a man couldn’t always get where he wanted with pretty words and declarations of
need. Finn had to show Max.
Lifting their joined hands, he tugged Max’s until they lay still entwined on the pillow
next to Finn’s head. The subtle shift meant Max was pulled forward and his body rested
slightly on Finn’s chest. With his other hand Finn reached up and curled the fingers into
Max’s short blond hair and with a gentle tug he encouraged Max to lean further. There was
no resistance and Max allowed himself to be guided to where Finn wanted him—into a kiss. When their lips touched it was like match to paper—incendiary and immediate. The
taste of Max was every bit as good as Finn remembered and he took his fill.
Max deepened the kiss and Finn was lost. Max removed Finn’s hand from his hair,
pushing it to next to Finn’s head. Pinned to the bed by Max’s hands and the firm weight of
him, Finn was seriously close to soiling hospital sheets without a single touch to his dick. Max shifted and deepened the kiss, and there was desperation in the action. Finn suddenly felt lightheaded and he whimpered low in his throat.
Max immediately released the kiss and looked a little abashed.
“Sorry,” he said. “Got carried away.”
Finn wasn’t letting him away without a fight and he chased the kiss. Max chuckled—
the bastard—and continued the heated embrace.
“Well, this is new,” a voice filled with laughter said behind them. “I don’t remember
getting this service when I had my appendix removed.”
Finn groaned and Max pulled back. Not a quick jerk away, but slow, with a hint of
resignation. He dropped a final, gentle kiss on Finn’s lips then finally released his hold of
Finn’s hands.
Finn felt immediately bereft and having Kieran at the door, with— fuck —Daniel right
behind him, didn’t stop him wanting Max right back against him.
“Kieran Dexter,” Kieran introduced himself. He held out a hand to shake Max’s. “And
you must be the tall, blond and gorgeous fireman.”
Finn groaned. Please stop now. “Kieran—”
“I normally just answer to Max,” Max said with a smile.
“Daniel Skylar.”
God. Daniel . Max was going to take one look at the ex-Marine quarterback, all-round
bad-boy and that was it, Finn was so out of the picture.
“Was just visiting my man here,” Max said simply.
Finn blinked at the words. And even Kieran was quiet. Kieran I-have-words-for-everyoccasion Dexter was quiet. Would wonders never cease?
“Is he okay?” Daniel finally said. He approached the bed and, for some reason only
known to Daniel, he poked at the bandages.
The meds must have been wearing off as Finn definitely felt the poke.
“Fuck, Daniel,” Finn rasped.
“Stop poking the patient,” Kieran admonished. He pulled up a chair.
“You don’t need to stay,” Finn said instantly. He was aware he was sounding rude, but
the first rule of the Fridays was that if a member was with a man then they were left the hell
alone. Of course, in the six months they had been meeting, Finn was the first to actually be
trying the whole proposition of having a man out.
“What happened?” Daniel asked seriously.
Finn knew that tone well. It was ex-Marine speak for ‘Who do I kill?’. He’d only heard it
once before when some young kid from town had taken Daniel’s mom’s car on a joyride up
and down the mountain. The scared-as-shit teenager wasn’t likely to ever do anything
similar to this again. Not with the threat of Daniel-I’m-bad-Skylar on his tail. “Someone cut his brake line,” Max responded, matching Daniel’s serious tone. Finn waited for the reaction from Daniel and Kieran. He didn’t have to wait long.
Kieran was all what the fuck and Daniel had slipped well and truly into kill mode. Great. So
much for quiet time and some more of that toe-curling kissing.
“Guys?” Finn tried to interrupt the discussion that ranged from killing people—
Daniel—to a
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