relief. He was still sleeping. Finn tiptoed to his bag and pulled out a pair of boxers, slipping them on before sliding under the covers of the opposite bed. He shivered, the sheets cold against his heated flesh.
Finn stared at the lump in the next bed, stomach churning, pulse racing, wondering what Evin would have done, what he would have thought or said had he woken and caught him and Ritchie. There was a part of him that was curious to know, but a bigger part of him that was relieved he hadn’t found out.
I N THE dark, silent hotel room, Evin lay completely still, scarcely breathing, long after the murmuring from the other bed ceased and Finn finally fell into sleep. The remnants of what Evin had witnessed in the bathroom were cold and dry on his hand and cock.
Ritchie and Finn sharing passionate kisses with hands roaming was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. That was until they dropped their pants, exposing their hard cocks and rubbing off on each other. That sent the hotness factor off the fucking charts.
Evin should have given them their privacy, but he simply couldn’t force his feet to move nor could he look away. Instead, he’d taken himself in hand, pulling and tugging in time to their thrusting hips. He’d come in his pants like a goddamn teenager as the two shot their loads on each other.
Had the two not gotten in the shower, Evin no doubt would have experienced the most embarrassing moment of his life—caught with his dick in his hand and a handful of spunk. However, as he lay there with the events of the evening playing over and over in his mind, he couldn’t help but wish he’d made his presence known. What if they would have invited him to join them? Jesus, had he just blown an opportunity of a lifetime to get his hands on Finn’s gorgeous body? To feel his hard cock against his own?
Evin’s dick twitched, making a gallant effort to harden once again. He strained to hear any sounds that would indicate Finn was still awake but only heard small snuffling sounds. And Ritchie had left the room long ago. Silently Evin slipped from the bed. He didn’t turn on the bathroom light till the door was closed behind him.
“You are a fool, Kevin Rene,” he whispered to his reflection. He shook his head and turned on the tap, letting it run till it was warm, then washed his hands. He grabbed a washcloth, wet it, lathered it up, and washed his dick. A thought occurred to him and he snapped his head up, meeting his own wide-eyed gaze in the mirror. Holy fuck, Finn and Ritchie are gay.
From the conversation it didn’t sound as if they were a couple, nor had he seen anything between the two that would suggest a relationship—and he’d damn sure been watching Finn. Excitement surged through Evin. Maybe he wasn’t pining after some straight guy after all, but actually had a chance with Finn.
He’d have to be careful and leave a few discreet hints. Goal settled, he flipped off the light and flopped into bed to try and get some sleep before the other guys got up.
It took two hours and another trip to the bathroom to jerk off before Evin finally fell into a fitful sleep. Images of Finn and Ritchie following him into slumber assured that, when he woke at daybreak, he once again had a raging hard-on. But Miah’s chipper greeting had him deflating immediately.
“Good morning. Good morning. We’re all in our places with bright shiny faces. Good morning,” Miah sang as he came through the door sounding way too fucking happy. Evin wouldn’t have put it past Miah to find some ancient fucking ritual where he ate the morning sunshine for love and light, or some such shit. But after his night of unrest, Miah’s sheer joy was irritating as hell. Evin groaned and rolled over, burying his head beneath his pillow. But Miah whipped the pillow away.
“Go away,” Finn mumbled from below his mound of blankets. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”
“No can do,” Miah retorted. “We’ve got breakfast
Finn stared at the lump in the next bed, stomach churning, pulse racing, wondering what Evin would have done, what he would have thought or said had he woken and caught him and Ritchie. There was a part of him that was curious to know, but a bigger part of him that was relieved he hadn’t found out.
I N THE dark, silent hotel room, Evin lay completely still, scarcely breathing, long after the murmuring from the other bed ceased and Finn finally fell into sleep. The remnants of what Evin had witnessed in the bathroom were cold and dry on his hand and cock.
Ritchie and Finn sharing passionate kisses with hands roaming was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. That was until they dropped their pants, exposing their hard cocks and rubbing off on each other. That sent the hotness factor off the fucking charts.
Evin should have given them their privacy, but he simply couldn’t force his feet to move nor could he look away. Instead, he’d taken himself in hand, pulling and tugging in time to their thrusting hips. He’d come in his pants like a goddamn teenager as the two shot their loads on each other.
Had the two not gotten in the shower, Evin no doubt would have experienced the most embarrassing moment of his life—caught with his dick in his hand and a handful of spunk. However, as he lay there with the events of the evening playing over and over in his mind, he couldn’t help but wish he’d made his presence known. What if they would have invited him to join them? Jesus, had he just blown an opportunity of a lifetime to get his hands on Finn’s gorgeous body? To feel his hard cock against his own?
Evin’s dick twitched, making a gallant effort to harden once again. He strained to hear any sounds that would indicate Finn was still awake but only heard small snuffling sounds. And Ritchie had left the room long ago. Silently Evin slipped from the bed. He didn’t turn on the bathroom light till the door was closed behind him.
“You are a fool, Kevin Rene,” he whispered to his reflection. He shook his head and turned on the tap, letting it run till it was warm, then washed his hands. He grabbed a washcloth, wet it, lathered it up, and washed his dick. A thought occurred to him and he snapped his head up, meeting his own wide-eyed gaze in the mirror. Holy fuck, Finn and Ritchie are gay.
From the conversation it didn’t sound as if they were a couple, nor had he seen anything between the two that would suggest a relationship—and he’d damn sure been watching Finn. Excitement surged through Evin. Maybe he wasn’t pining after some straight guy after all, but actually had a chance with Finn.
He’d have to be careful and leave a few discreet hints. Goal settled, he flipped off the light and flopped into bed to try and get some sleep before the other guys got up.
It took two hours and another trip to the bathroom to jerk off before Evin finally fell into a fitful sleep. Images of Finn and Ritchie following him into slumber assured that, when he woke at daybreak, he once again had a raging hard-on. But Miah’s chipper greeting had him deflating immediately.
“Good morning. Good morning. We’re all in our places with bright shiny faces. Good morning,” Miah sang as he came through the door sounding way too fucking happy. Evin wouldn’t have put it past Miah to find some ancient fucking ritual where he ate the morning sunshine for love and light, or some such shit. But after his night of unrest, Miah’s sheer joy was irritating as hell. Evin groaned and rolled over, burying his head beneath his pillow. But Miah whipped the pillow away.
“Go away,” Finn mumbled from below his mound of blankets. “Some of us are trying to sleep.”
“No can do,” Miah retorted. “We’ve got breakfast
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