Don't Read in the Closet volume one (27 page)

He peered over
Tucker’s shoulder and confirmed his suspicion.

“Mmm Hmm.”
Tucker mumbled against Finnegan’s lips, taking one gentle kiss after another
before finally licking his way to Finnegan’s ear and sucking on the lobe. “So
how much time do we have before we need to meet everyone downstairs to drive to
the chapel?”

Finnegan
shuddered. Damn but did that man ever do it for him. Tucker could take him from
flaccid to about-to-go-off-in-my-pants with nothing more than a heated look. It
hadn’t always been that way. Sure, Finnegan had always found Tucker attractive.
Who wouldn’t? Six feet tall with chocolate eyes and black hair, a prominent,
masculine nose, that beauty mark that begged to be licked, and that firm,
delicious ass.

So, yeah,
Tucker was hot. But during two dozen years of friendship when Finnegan had
thought there could never be anything more between them, he’d managed to keep
Tucker’s hotness as something theoretical in his mind so he wouldn’t be
drooling over his best friend. Well, that ship had sailed the first time he’d
kissed Tucker and, to his surprise, the man hadn’t pushed him away.

“I’d say we
have at least an hour. What do you have in mind?”

The hardness
pressing against his lower stomach gave Finnegan a really good clue about what
his partner had in mind.
Partner
. Almost two years together and Finnegan
still felt like he was living in a dream. How else could he explain a
relationship with the man who’d been his best friend since preschool? The man
he hadn’t even dared to hope he could ever have.

“You and me
naked.” Tucker said huskily,
then
made quick work of
unfastening Finnegan’s pants, shoving a big hand down the front of Finnegan's
briefs, and wrapping it around his hard cock. “With this big pole so deep
inside me I can taste it.”

Finnegan
couldn’t hold back a whimper. Sweet hell, the way that man talked to him it was
no wonder he was in a constant state of arousal. Tucker cupped the back of his
hair and pulled him in for a scorching kiss. It was all tongues and teeth,
sucking and biting at each other’s mouths while their hips humped and their hands
tore at clothes.

They had to
take a short break so Tucker could peel off his own T-shirt and then help
Finnegan with his polo because Finnegan had been a little over eager and tried
to take it off without unbuttoning it, but eventually they got it sorted. And
then they were blessedly naked and falling on top of the bed in a tangle of
limbs.

“Christ, you
feel so good, Finn. I swear, whenever I touch your dick, mine gets hard. Well,
harder
, because even knowing my hand is heading in that direction is enough
to get me
going.
” Tucker stroked him as he murmured
against Finnegan’s neck, the words interspersed with gasps.

Finnegan rolled
them so he was lying on top. He gentled the intensity of their kisses,
eventually pulling his tongue out of Tucker’s mouth and pressing a soft chase
kiss onto those full, slick lips. He peppered kisses down his friend’s neck,
licked his way across that firm sternum, and sucked a dark nipple into his
mouth, smiling when Tucker made the familiar hissing sound.

“Turn over, TJ.”

“I wanna see
your face.” Tucker replied.

“I wanna eat
your ass.”

That ended the
debate. Tucker wiggled onto his stomach, folded his knees underneath his torso,
and spread them as far as he could. Finnegan couldn’t hold back his grin.
Tucker in bed was like Tucker in all other aspects of life – eager, open,
engaged, and enthusiastic. The same traits that had wowed the partners at one
of the most prestigious boutique law firms in town worked their magic on
Finnegan too.

He kissed the
back of his lover’s neck, dragged his tongue across a shoulder blade and down
the spinal column, then grasped those muscular cheeks and spread them apart and
finished his journey. Tucker writhed and moaned as Finnegan licked up and down
his cleft, swiping circles over his rosebud and eventually pointing his tongue
and pushing it inside that hot, velvety channel.

“Finn! Oh God.
Oh God. Oh God.”

Tucker was
thrusting back and forth, lost in the sensation of Finnegan’s mouth and tongue
working his ass. When a finger joined the game, Tucker buried his face in the
pillow and cried out a litany of curses and prayers. No man had ever reacted
that way to Finnegan in bed.

Tucker made him
feel like he was the most amazing person alive, like nobody else could ever
match up, which shouldn’t have been a surprise, because that’s pretty much how
Tucker had always made Finnegan feel about everything. A hiking companion: “You
always find the most amazing views, Finn. I love coming out here with you.” A
basketball partner when they played two-on-two with their buddies: “I want Finn
on my team. He’ll run circles around both of you.” A student: “Let’s study for
the Con Law final together. You’re the best at figuring out what deranged
situation these profs will come up with for an essay question.” Even a
roommate: “I know we’re both earning enough that we can afford our own places
after graduation, but let’s keep living together, yeah? Why come home to an
empty apartment at the end of the day when we have so much fun hanging out with
each other?”

The taste and
feel of Tucker, combined with the man’s constant stream of moans and whimpers,
made Finnegan realize that if he didn’t get his cock into that hot body soon,
he’d shoot his load onto the sheets. He took a final long, slow swipe of his
friend’s cleft and then nudged him to flip onto his back. That put Tucker’s
cock right in front of Finnegan’s face so he took a detour and bent down,
enjoying a couple of long sucks before reluctantly pulling off so he could give
them what they both wanted.

Tucker must
have realized they were moving on to the main event because he blindly reached
his hand to the nightstand, knocking the alarm clock to the ground but managing
to grasp the lube, which he shoved at Finnegan with a grunt. Finnegan smirked,
slicked his fingers, and then pushed two into that welcoming passage in fast
succession. It didn’t take long for Tucker to bend his knees, plant his feet
flat on the bed, and start riding Finnegan’s fingers. The man’s eyes were
closed, his tongue was licking his top lip, and his hands were grasping
Finnegan’s shoulders hard enough to leave finger-shaped bruises.

“You’re so hot,
TJ.” He dropped a kiss on Tucker’s stomach. “I mean it. Like seriously hot.”

“Only cuz of
you. You make me feel hot, Finn.”

Yup, the most
amazing person alive. That’s how Tucker made Finn feel.

After several
minutes, he pulled his fingers out of that tight channel and lined up his cock,
nudging it in slowly and then pushing forward until he was all the way in, with
his balls pressed against Tucker’s ass. He looked up at Tucker and met an
adoring gaze. Tucker was smiling, his face full of bliss and lust. When Finnegan
gave a few quick pumps and dragged his cockhead over his friend’s gland, Tucker
cried out his name and began rolling his hips, meeting every thrust.

“Faster,
harder, oh God, right there.”

Finnegan
increased the depth of his strokes, pushing all the way into Tucker’s passage,
dragging his cock out slowly, and then pounding back in again. All the while he
gripped Tucker’s thigh with one hand and stroked his cock with the other,
knowing that neither of them would last much longer. Tucker was tossing his
head from side to side, panting and moaning.

“I’m almost
there, Finn. Almost there. Oh God, now!” Tucker shouted as pearly white release
painted his belly and chest.

Two more
thrusts and Finnegan held himself deep inside his friend as he shuddered and came.
His body was still twitching when he collapsed onto Tucker’s broader chest and
snuggled his face into his lover’s neck. Tucker wrapped his arms around him and
held him close as their hearts calmed and their breathing evened out.

*****

The ceremony
was beautiful, Karen looked like a princess, and Bradford’s family politely
pretended not to notice the embarrassing comments drunk Aunt Edna couldn’t
manage to hold back. Karen had rented limos to drive the bridal party from the
chapel back to the mansion where the reception was being held. It should have
been fun, but Finnegan had to paste on a fake smile to cover up the scowl that
wanted to come out in reaction to the parade of bridesmaids who couldn’t seem
to keep their hands off of Tucker. By the time they pulled into the winding,
brick-paved driveway, Finnegan was good and pissed.

“I need to get
a drink.” He mumbled without even looking at Tucker.

The last thing
he needed was to see where that blond had her hand now. It had already made an
appearance on Tucker’s knee, upper arm, and the back of his neck. Finnegan was
already several steps away from the limo when Tucker finally managed to squirm
out of the car.

“Finn! Hold up.
I’ll come with you.”

Finnegan looked
over his shoulder just in time to note that the blond was now draped over
Tucker’s back.

“That’s okay.
I’ll catch up with you in a bit.”

Thankfully,
they were some of the first guests to arrive, so there wasn’t a line at the
bar. He’d already downed one shot of Jager and was working on his second when
he heard a throat clearing behind him. Finnegan turned around and barely
restrained himself from rolling his eyes when he saw the man trying to get his
attention. How had the evening managed to get even more annoying?

Rick Fremont
wasn’t actually a bad guy. He’d gone to law school with Tucker and Finnegan,
but his relentless come-ons over the years had become so unbearable that
Finnegan had made concerted efforts to avoid him. He should have realized Rick
would be at the wedding. The Fremonts were tight with Bradford’s family.

“Hey, Rick.
How’s it going?”

“It’s going
better for me than it is for you, by the look of things.”

Now Finnegan
actually did roll his eyes.

“Things are
going fine for me, Rick. My family is thrilled about Karen’s wedding, I just
won my first trial as first chair, and Tucker and I bought a great condo
downtown.”

“So you’re
still with Tucker Jones, huh? I’m surprised it’s lasted this long.”

"What the
hell does that mean?" Finnegan forced himself to take a deep breath and
made an internal vow to lay off the alcohol. The last thing he wanted was to
get piss-drunk and cause a scene at his sister’s wedding.

"It means
you're not a woman. He might be willing to let you get him off for a while, but
he won't stay with you. Come on, Finnegan, everyone knows the guy's basically
straight."

"He isn't
straight, Rick.
Trust me.
A straight guy wouldn't have let me do what I
did in bed this afternoon."

As soon as the
words left his mouth, Finnegan winced.
Damn it.
He shouldn’t be standing
around talking about something that was between himself and his lover. Still,
the shocked expression on Rick’s face as he processed the implications of that
statement was very satisfying. Unfortunately, Rick recovered all too quickly.

"Just
because he likes having his ass filled, doesn't make him gay. Hell, he could
get that from a woman with a dildo. Even if he's slightly
bi
,
that doesn't change anything. Those types of guys always end up married to a
woman with two-point-five kids and a white picket fence. A little sex with you
isn't going to change that."

“Alright. Well,
it was good catching up with you, Rick. See you later.”

Of course it
wasn’t good and Finnegan had no desire to see the annoying man later, but it
seemed like the right thing to say as he was making a run for it. The
conversation with Rick on the heels of that frustrating limo ride made Finnegan
feel like he had ants crawling under his skin. He found a bench in a secluded
part of the yard and sat down.

During more
than twenty years of friendship, Tucker Jones had been many things – a class
clown, a popular jock, an honor student, a frat boy, a baby lawyer – the list
went on and on, but one trait that most definitely wasn’t on the list was gay.
Well, at least it hadn’t been before that kiss.

*****

Finnegan had
plans to meet some friends at a gay bar that night and Tucker, apparently on a
lark, decided to come along. They stumbled back to their apartment after
midnight, more because they were both laughing than because either of them had
had all that much to drink. And that’s what made it all the more surprising
when Tucker walked out of the kitchen, handed Finnegan a bottle of water, and
said, “Did you see those two guys making out in the corner all night? It was
pretty hot.”