Ruin Porn by SJD Peterson, S.A. McAuley

how far Ritchie was going to allow it to go. It didn’t take long. Ritchie groaned and thrust hard against Finn before diving in for another hungry kiss.
    They rutted and kissed until Finn’s cock began to throb, the rough denim of his jeans beginning to chafe. He reached between their bodies and popped the button on Ritchie’s jeans, unzipped, tried to push them down, but they were too tight. The fact that Ritchie was swaying and thrusting against Finn didn’t help.
    “Get these off,” Finn growled.
    “Lower your fucking voice.” Ritchie shoved his pants down, exposing his long slender cock. He was hard, the flared head a deep purplish red.
    “Yeah, yeah,” Finn grumbled, but lowered his voice. He undid his own pants and pushed them down to his thighs. “Now get back over here.” He grabbed Ritchie’s ass cheek with one hand, swatted blindly at the door in an attempt to close it with the other. The instant their cocks made contact, Finn grabbed Ritchie’s other ass cheek, blunt fingers digging in the warm, taut flesh, and fucked against him in earnest.
    “Fuck yeah,” Ritchie groaned against Finn’s neck. He licked and nipped the tender skin, sending a tingling sensation racing down Finn’s spine.
    The steam in the room rolled around them, giving everything a dreamlike quality, and Finn was aware this was a bad idea but his alcohol-addled brain didn’t care about anything but now and the need to get off. The friction of cockhead sliding over cockhead, the intensity of Ritchie’s mouth against his neck, the heat, and desire was all a green light to just fucking go. Finn gyrated his hips, a knot forming at the base of his spine, and he shuddered.
    “Come on me,” Finn groaned.
    Ritchie tipped his head back, his mouth open in a silent scream as he came, shooting a wet blast of heat over Finn’s dick. Finn kept rocking, grasped Ritchie in a tight embrace, and buried his face in Ritchie’s neck to muffle the screams the powerful orgasm demanded.
    Finn held on to Ritchie for a moment longer, until his legs stopped shaking and his panting breath slowed. When his brain started clicking everything back into place, ticking off the boxes of how many contract clauses they’d just broken in five minutes, he had to laugh. Fuck it. If Miah got his rocks off every night, then he and Ritchie deserved the same outlet.
    He playfully shoved Ritchie back. “Dude, you slimed me. Shower time!”
    Ritchie caught himself before he could fall back into the tub. He ran a hand through the mess on his belly, stared at it for a moment, then slowly looked up at Finn with a teasing smile.
    “Don’t you even fucking think about it,” Finn warned. Keeping a wary eye on Ritchie, he stepped out of his jeans. He pointed toward the shower. “Get your ass in there and wash that shit off.”
    “You gonna wash my back?” Ritchie asked, waggling his brows as he got rid of his shoes and jeans.
    “Wash your own damn back.” Finn stepped past Ritchie and into the warm spray.
    “What about a cuddle?” Ritchie moved in behind Finn and reached up, adjusting the showerhead away from Finn, nudging him out of the way.
    “Fuck no, and I ain’t going to respect you in the morning neither,” Finn griped and wrestled Ritchie for a spot beneath the flow of the water. Ritchie just laughed in response. “And find your own way back to your room. I’m crashing after this.”
    Finn cleaned up quickly, then tossed the washcloth to Ritchie before he stepped out of the shower and grabbed the towel Ritchie had set out for him. He dried off as he headed out of the bathroom. The orgasmic high wore off fast, and his drunken state crept back in, leaving him exhausted.
    He stopped short near the bed. A figure lay still beneath the covers, his back to Finn. Oh shit. He’d forgotten in his horny haze that Evin hadn’t gone out with them and had been in their room all night. He watched the slow, even rise and fall of Evin’s breathing and sighed in