#sinnamonfox

It was Finn's birthday and Sean was planning to surprise him when he'd come home from work. He was not at all sure about some.. more intimate parts of the plan, being shy in general but he ended up doing it, figuring Finn would like what he sees. Somehow, that boy seemed to kiss the ground he walked on but still, Sean didn't want to fuck up..

For starters, he took a vacation day to decorate the apartment with a 'Happy Birthday' banner on the living room wall and a few helium balloons here and there, nothing too fancy. He made Finn some pure chocolate brownies and spaghetti just the way he liked it, put his neatly wrapped present on the coffee table.. well, at least one of them.

To lead the way to the other one, Sean lit some pine scented candles, guiding the punk towards the bedroom. He pulled in the curtains, darkening the room so the candles provided dim light. Sean put on some romantic music from his phone and cleared the bed of all stuffed toys so he could sprawl out on it in a pair of brand new black jockstrap. The younger chose to lie on his stomach so Finn would get a nice view when he enters the room. Sean was nervous, not used to putting himself on display quite like this, nor the way he's planning to after the initial surprise.

When Finn arrived home, he kicked off his shoes and grinned widely, not having expected the great lengths Sean went for him by decorating and cooking his favorite dishes. However, he quickly set those aside when he spotted the candles and heard the smooth music. Sure enough, he was breathless when he saw Sean all spread out on bed, his tan boyfriend's blush evident even in the poor light conditions.

"Holy shit, Sean." Finn was excited, went to put his hands all over him, wanting to worship his love, until Sean stopped him.

"I was thinking about trying something else today just.. sit down."

Finn was not allowed to touch, only watch him. Finn took off his own tshirt in a hurry, the room suddenly too hot to bear. Sean gave him a nice little show, situated himself in front of him, legs spread out. He took the lube from the nightstand to finger himself for Finn, becoming a moaning, writhing mess soon enough.

Sean found out he gets off on the way Finn's looking at him like he's a masterpiece. Finn didn't skip the opportunity to give Sean encouraging words, going completely crazy from the view. "Fuck yeah, Sweetie.. That's it, look so pretty fuckin' yourself on your fingers.."

Sean fished out his cock from beneath the restraining fabric and stroked it rapidly with slick fingers, precum dripping on his belly. He had three fingers buried inside of his ass, thighs pulled up nearly to his chest. Sean was a beautiful, moaning mess by the time he released over his firm stomach, crying Finn's name, his hole visibly twitching around his long digits, eagerly swallowing them up.

Finn was getting antsy, his own sizeable erection aching in his pants. He needed to touch, couldn't take it anymore so he crawled over his lover and kissed him deep, his mind fully clouded by lust. "I'm not done, yet.." Sean told him, flipped them over and sat on Finn's cock. They only managed to pull down his fly and get his jeans halfway down his thighs along with his boxers, when Sean slicked his long arousal and sank down on its entirety, throwing his head back in a high-pitched moan."Fuck.." He rode Finn sensually, putting on a show as he circled his hips and slammed his ass back on his cock. Finn went nuts, touching him all over, hands greedy, fingertips digging into his flesh wherever they rested for the moment.

"Holy shit, Darlin."

"Such a goddamn work of art riding my cock.. You like it too, baby? Yeah, I can tell."

"Lemme hear ya, Sweetheart, dontchu dare hold back those sweet noises.."

"Good boy.."

"Doin' so well, could watch you ride me all day.." His mouth didn't shut up for a second, spewing out praises and dirty words, except for when he moved to kissing Sean's soft neck and slightly hairy chest.

For Sean, it became increasingly really difficult holding himself back from his orgasm. He was shaking, movements becoming sloppy. His cock was neglected but only needed a few more long tugs to set off. Finn sensed that Sean was close and was right there himself, so he took Sean by the hips and started fucking up into him ruthlessly. Sean saw literal stars, his prostate was getting pounded repeatedly and it sent him right over the edge untouched. With his cock freed from the fabric he shot his hot release on both of them as he was bounced along, screaming out carelessly from the intense pleasure. Finn didn't need more than that. With Sean's tight walls spasming around his cock, he spilled his hot seed inside of Sean, moaning his name loudly and filling him up generously with his load.

Sean fell right next to Finn on the bed, exhausted, Finn's release leaking steadily out of his puffy entrance. They were both panting, finding each other's gaze soon enough. Finn shuffled out of his pants the rest of the way and smiled, hovering over his boyfriend's athletic frame to kiss him sweetly, lovingly. They took their time like that, sharing gentle kisses, eventually coming down from their high.

"That was one helluva present, Sweetie." Finn chuckled, pressing kisses down Sean's jawline. "You're gorgeous, Darlin'.. couldn't take my eyes off of ya, I swear."

Sean was playing with his soft hair and hummed in agreement. "It turned out even better than I thought- Ooh." The younger man moaned breathily when Finn began sucking on his nipple and tugged on it with his teeth. "W-what are you doing?"

A devilish smirk made its way onto Finn's lips. He pulled back and spread Sean's quivering legs, gaze directly on the hot mess between between his thighs, licking his lips seductively. "Not finished with ya, Pretty Boy.."

The Humboldt Crew has become a relatively famous alternative band among teens in Seattle's area in the last 6 years. The members are all teenage runaways, highschool drop-outs who met and connected through their same goal in life; making music (and getting high also helped in bonding). They play punk music with a hint of some softer vibes here and there. Cassidy's the lead singer, with the occasional acoustic guitar, Hannah, the eldest of them's behind the drums. Penny plays the bass while Finn, the youngest, shreds the electric guitar. 

Finn's 24, got his dreads in a ponytail with all sorts of beads in it, his left arm is covered in wristbands, has different kinds of metal rings, covering parts of his 'free piza' tattoo which isn't his only ink by any means. He's got the triangles, the vertical line on his chin, the few other lines and nonsense scattered all over his body which he got while being wasted or just because he could. He even has a full-sleeve on his left arm, it's a mix of 'cool, abstract shit' as he’d said it.

Finn's easy going, very sweet and chill with their fans, more often than not hooking up with some of them but he's got a steady fuck buddy thing going on with Hannah if neither of them get a date by the end of the night after a gig. Finn loves to fuck, just like his tattoo suggests, the post-concert adrenaline mixed with the marijuana making those strangers all the more appealing. Deep down he knows he’s missing something. The feel of belonging romantically to someone else and having a meaningful connection is something he wishes he had but doesn’t feel like he deserves it. 

Sean's a band geek, currently a senior in college at the age of 22. He's studying art, already making money out of it due to his luck, talent and having a best friend who majors in marketing. Lyla manages the advertisement, finds clients for him and is basically doing everything important accounting work for her childhood best friend, so naturally they share the income. It's a working deal between the two, helped them find a small but nice little apartment. They get graphic design commissions from small and medium-sized businesses to have their logo made, the style of their website, menus for restaurants and so on.

Sean's love life is dull, to put it bluntly. They go to college parties with Lyla and different concerts in the city so he's sort of trying to have fun, meeting new people along the way. He's bisexual and not a virgin in any sense. Had three girlfriends in the past and a boyfriend but none of them ended too well. Sean feels like he didn't find common ground with any of them, not in a classical romantic sense and not between the sheets either so they weren't long-lasting relationships. Sean was longing to finally find someone like that so Lyla, the Love Witch was on the lookout for him, 'advertising' not only his art but her best friend too whenever she had the chance, even though Sean asked her not to, multiple times.

Sean knows The Humboldt Crew's music, been a fan with Lyla since around the beginning. They get a commission from them to make different designs for their merch and their third album cover. Needless to say, he's excited to be working on that and as a friendly gesture, they even receive V.I.P. tickets to one of their shows. They get to rock out in the front row, singing along to the lyrics they both know so well with a plastic cup of beer in their hands and whoa, that guitarist is kinda hot?

Finn's a star, but one of those who don't even realize how good they are. Finn goes with the flow, he's confident and isn't afraid to be himself on stage, he enjoys the music immensely and it's showing in his behavour. He's jumping around with Penny and Cassidy, sharing grins and joyful looks, even takes off his tank top halfway through the concert to the crowd's amazement. Lyla notices Sean's interest and tells him how she's heard that he was pansexual so he's got a chance but Sean brushes it off, not believing that for a second.

She drags him backstage after the concert to meet the band. They're just as chill as they seem from afar, a very interesting crew with different personalities that somehow still found a way to work together. Sean can tell they're like a family from how they act around each other. The second Finn lays eyes on Sean from across the room, he just knows he needs to get to him so he walks up and introduces himself charmingly, flirting from the get go which instantly has Sean's cheeks go red because holy shit, this guy.

Finn picks up on it, knows he's got a chance and makes it his mission to seduce Sean because he's fucking smitten with the shy artist. Sean stammers, feeling like and idiot, especially since Finn's still half-naked with his sexy tattoos out in the open and are those nipple piercings? Lyla sees Sean's face and doesn’t need more, she scores them an invite to the band's house, where the private afterparty is held.

Of course, they get high. Finn chose to sit next to Sean, pressed to his side and is doing everything to mercilessly tease the younger to the point where he has to excuse himself and go out for some fresh air. It's not even that he's nervous, the weed and buzz from the alcohol has him in a good mood but Finn gets him so ridiculously turned on, like never before and he doesn't know what to do with it. The nonchalant touches on his thigh, his hot breath on his ear telling him he wants to see his skillful artist hands in action sometime, those pet names that make him melt and want to climb in his lap right there. This isn't like him, not at all. Sean never had a one night stand before but he was actually considering it because the guitarist is downright irresistible.

He smokes a cigarette out there in the dimly lit backyard, alone with his thoughts, at least for a while. Finn gets worried, thinking he came on too strong or he misunderstood the signs. Sean's startled out of his train of thought when Finn joins him on the wooden bench outside. He goes to apologize when Sean frowns and stops him. "No, no! Shit dude- I'm totally into it, it's just.." He lets out a frustrated sound, the words not coming to him as he gestures helplessly with his hands as if that'd help his case. "Never done something like this, I just met you and you're hot as hell, feeling me up and- Fuck, maybe I'll just shut up." Finn's easy laughter makes him smile too because somehow, it doesnt feel like he's laughing at him. 

"Damn sweetie, ever been told you're real cute when you get all blushy?" Finn teases which just makes it worse. Tells Sean he doesn't have to do anything he's not 100% sure about and he won't make him either. Finn’s starting to really like Sean. Interacting with him feels so real, no lies and pretending. The artist doesn’t treat him differently just because he’s semi-famous. Meanwhile, Sean's touched by his patience and thanks him for being so cool, also shuffles closer to the tattooed punk because he does want it, tells him so. 

"Then what are you afraid of?" The question breezes out of Finn’s mouth, the corners quirking up from finding Sean adorable.

"Nothing." Sean whispers back before closing the distance between them and it's one of those legendary, movie-like kisses that neither of them had before, with fireworks going off in the background. One that shakes you to the core and leaves you trembling, sucks the breath right out of your lungs. Sparks fly and it turns extremely heated with Sean swinging his leg over Finn's lap, Finn's calloused guitarist fingers travel up his tshirt at the back and pull the artist closer in desperation. Finn’s tongue tests the waters, asking permission into Sean’s mouth and he gains it almost immediately. After a few minutes of making out, they're both so stupidly hard, grinding mindlessly against each other while exchanging the sloppy kisses that fill up the night air with wet smacking sounds and occasional moans from the both of them. Finn's the one to initiate continuing it in his room, ready to back out if needed but as Sean's lustfilled eyes find his, telling him to lead the way, he’s sure about what comes next.

They sneak by the others and up the stairs but they're not even fully on the second level before Finn presses Sean against the wall and their lips collide in burning passion. Sean's making needy sounds and Finn's so drunk on it, pining his wrists to the wall and massaging their tongue’s together, taking charge of the situation. Sean absolutely loves it.

Somehow, the two men find themselves in the messy room with Sean on his back on a beat-up mattress. It's a miracle they managed to get that far. Not even five minutes later they're both fully naked and Finn's sucking off the younger eagerly, his mouth proving to be just as skillful working on his cock as it was spewing out filth, his fingers are opening up the tan male thoroughly. When Sean can't take it any longer, he pulls him up by his dreads and flips them over to Finn's surprise. 

After taking care of protection and applying lube, Sean sinks down on Finn's impressive length with a long, drawn-out moan that's rivaled by Finn's sounds of pleasure and his praises. His strong thighs flex as he begins bouncing. He’s clawing at the flat, pale stomach in ecstasy because this is perfect, Finn’s length is just perfect, hitting his sweet spots without needing to be guided. Sean wants to keep it down but when Finn starts fucking up right into his prostate, he loses all sense of control and let's go of his high-pitched moans. Finn takes the opportunity to take over again and pushes Sean on his back to pummel into him wildly, his dreads bouncing with his movements, both of them sweating. Sean can't think of anything else, he only feels the way Finn's sliding in and out of him, angling his hips with such expertise, it drives him crazy.

When Sean comes, it's with a scream of Finn's name that he paints his stomach, one hand jacking himself off, the fingers on the other digging into Finn's back, holding on for dear life. He clenches around Finn's dick which sends the other over the edge as well, spilling in the condom with a loud grunt and chanting of his partner's name. Sean's heart is thumping in his ears as he feels Finn breathe raggedly into his neck in the aftermath. He also has a lazy smile on his face when the older kisses him again. They're both sort of surprised at what just happened so no wonder they're grinning like idiots. Finn chuckles into the brief, sensual kiss before gently pulling out and taking care of the mess they've made with the help of Sean.

They're exhausted, it was a long night. Finn tells Sean he should stay if he wanted to, the arm he throws over Sean's sweaty torso is nice and despite their messiness, the artist burrows closer, welcoming the hug and agreeing to the plan. They fall asleep that way, wrapped up in each other, strangers who just met a few hours ago yet it’s already had such a huge impact on both of them. The next morning, Sean wakes up earlier and yesterday’s events come back to him, making him blush. He's hugging the musician's naked body from the back which just feels so natural, as if it wasn't the first time it happened and he's known him for longer than just one night. As Sean begins overthinking, it hits him; was this really a casual hook up? Are all of them so damn hard to walk away from? He feels somewhat stupid for having those feelings but.. this man beside him seems so full of love. The way he treated his crew, how he made sure Sean was feeling comfortable with the situation, his eyes going soft whenever Sean stuttered in embarrassment of right when he released.

When those piercing blue eyes take him in after waking up, Finn starts the morning with a groggy, „Good mornin’, beautiful.” Sean’s heart skips a beat and in the next second soft lips are on his again, movements so different to the night prior. More languid and sweet, as if Finn was bittersweetly memorizing the curve of Sean’s lips before he disappears, like he’s just used to people leaving him after they get what they want. Sean kisses back with the same intensity, no rushing in the slightest. They share a lazy smile, Sean’s face is flushed and connects their lips once again, letting Finn know he has no intentions leaving just yet. 

It's set maybe two or three years after crossing the border and Finn joined Sean not long after. Both of them gain some muscle from working in the garage since they've opened it. Sean teaches Finn Spanish and, although slowly, he's learning. Sean sometimes doesn't even realize he's using Spanish more during everyday stuff like washing dishes and explaining something to his lover, until he turns and sees Finn's confused face, trying to follow what he's saying. Finn loves it whenever Sean subconsciously switches from English, he thinks it's beautiful and stupidly sexy how the Spanish words roll off his tongue so fluently. More often than not, he can't control himself (not that he wanted to) and Sean deliberately drops a few dirty Spanish words here and there in bed. 

Those, Finn quickly learns.

One time, when he hears Sean heatedly argue with a client in the garage, he stops by the door that leads to the backroom. Finn’s watching the scene unfold with interest and caution at the same time, in case anything bad were to happen. Sean's irritated because the guy who brought the car is a dick, although Finn can't make out why.

So after he's gone, Sean's venting to Finn in the backroom while tidying up their workspace. Finn's nodding along even though Sean can't see that. Sneaks up behind Sean, rough palms slipping under his loose black tshirt to feel him up and Sean's breath hitches. Finn starts kissing and biting at his soft, naturally tan skin in order to divert his attention. It works, Sean cranes his neck and he's gripping the edge of the table for purchase. Finn tells him how sexy he was yelling at that guy in Spanish and that it put dirty ideas into his head.

Both of the boys are mechanics in Seattle. They have their own, separate business in the same area, not too far from each other. Finn has been dealing with cars all his life and Sean's watched Esteban during work, often gave him a hand too. Now, that Esteban's been gone for a few years, Sean's taking over the garage with the occasional help of his little brother, although he wasn't so little either anymore, only turning 21.

As far as Sean can remember Esteban hated the McNamara Salon. Said they were no good troublemakers, knowing the owner from when Esteban started up his business here after freshly settling down in the country. He was suspecting that him and his sons were actually living off of illegal deals. Although the other man never explicitly said so, something was just.. off. Turned out, his dad was right.

Finn's own father isn't a good man, he's far from it. He's still in jail for drug dealing, car stealing, domestic violence and putting his minor sons up to his kind of work. Finn ended up in juvie but he's out now years later and he's running the garage all alone, under legal circumstances. It's a lot of work, especially after his father put a permanent mark on the garage's reputation, but he's doing his best to get by. Being a mechanic is the only thing he knows how to do anyway.

It's a warm summer night when they accidentally meet at a bar. Sean's taking Daniel out drinking for his 21th birthday with Lyla, Chris, Noah and some of Daniel's college buddies. Sean goes up to the bar to buy the first round of shots, leaning on the counter, waiting with his fingers tapping the surface.

Finn.. he's fucking smitten the minute he spots Sean. There's just something about him that stands out in the crowd. He's also kind of.. familiar. Sean has a slightly rugged look with a goatee. He's all lean muscle, broad shoulders in a plain white tshirt that compliments his natural tan skin so well, a long, black wolf medallion hanging by the middle of his chest. The veins on his arms are prominent from all the smoking and heavy lifting, and his legs.. well, fuck.

Finn doesn't hesitate for a second before sliding up to him, calling him sweetheart right off the bat.

Sean's considerably less shy than he was a years ago as a teen. He's still quiet, more brooding than he used to be but definitely more upfront as well. He flirts back because Finn's very attractive and it's flattering that someone like him is showing interest in Sean. With Finn's dreads put up in a bun his sharp features are fully visible, there's a septum hanging from his nose. His face tattoos are strangely endearing, he pulls them off by being so confident in his own skin.

They banter flirtily, there's no doubt about the attraction between the two. Finn notices the Diaz tattoo on Sean's wrist and it clicks where he's seen those brown doe eyes before. They met once because of their dads. He comments something about his looks and how he’s changed. Sean's confused at first. As it dawns on him, he starts acting more reluctant, recalling Esteban's warnings about the no-good McNamara family. Finn, despite sensing the shift in his behavior, doesn't give up.

When Sean gets his shots, he excuses himself back to Daniel's, but before he could go back Finn hands over his phone number, scribbled down quickly on a scrap of paper with a goofy smiley:

"*call me, Sweetie

xoxo ~ Finn*"

Finn gets back to his own crew but all he can do through the whole night is steal glances of Sean. Sean tries to focus on Daniel, it's his birthday after all. He's giving him the keys to his old car but playfully warns him not to give it a go tonight. Daniel's ecstatic, it's the first (official) time they're getting drunk together.

Still, even after finding out about who he was, Sean's eyes can't help wandering over to Finn.. the two men's gaze occasionally meet from across the room. Turns out, both Lyla and Daniel notice, they saw the two interact at the bar and what they're doing now is obvious. They tease Sean because of it. "Think you've got some drool on your face, man." Daniel knocks his elbow against his with a cheeky grin, Lyla has a similar expression on her face as she sushes Daniel. "Sssh, careful, dude. You're interrupting the eye-fucking."

Sean decides he needs a smoke. He downs his (third) shot before grabbing the lighter and cigarette pack from his coat then heads out alone. He can't resist checking on Finn one last time despite how his head is full of warnings. Finn catches it and follows not too far behind, ignoring his friends' perverted comments.

Sean's leaning against the brickwall in the alley with his left leg bent when Finn joins him. "Ain't usually into smokers but damn, sweetheart. That's a good look on ya." Finn's accent is impossible to miss, his voice is smooth and so relaxing. The grey smoke cascades out of Sean's mouth as he exhales, disappearing into the dark night, his own cheeks slightly pink but the neon lights conceal it. His lips wrap around the cigarette one more time before they part softly, looking erotic even though it's not his intention. Finn follows the motion with his eyes, not at all hiding his interest.

At first, it's mostly Finn flirting, Sean's still undecided, his heart in a constant fight with his brain. They chat for long, their friends completely forgotten. They end up laughing together, a lot. Sean finds out Finn's got a way with words and Finn.. he learns that Sean doesn't really but it's okay because he gets him on a deeper level. Sean's eyes are more expressive than he is verbally but luckily Finn's excellent at reading people. The tan male finds himself liking this punk more and more.

The topic turns more serious. They connect. Neither of them knows how but they end up chatting about their families. Finn he reveals more than he normally would to strangers, Sean (sort of) knows his situation anyway. Sean talks about how he's alone with Daniel, the only family they have is each other and Finn can relate to that, his brothers are the only family he's got left.

As silence falls upon them once more, Sean realizes Finn's somehow drifted closer to him and he can feel Finn's breath on his face. There comes the moment which seems to be a turning point, somehow. Both of the guys are thinking the same. Finn's eyes flickering down to Sean's plump lips. Their heartbeats quickening, breathing turning faster. Finn makes the first step, bringing a calloused hand up to Sean's face, thumb swiping over his cheek, curiously awaiting his reaction.

Sean's heart wins. His lips part, he couldn't look away from Finn's piercing blue eyes and doesn't think before he closes the distance, their lips meeting in a sensual kiss that's excruciatingly slow and passionate. Sean feels like he's forgotten how to breathe, the wind's knocked right out of him. Finn's lips are massaging against Sean's for minutes, they're getting lost in the sensations. Sean's hands are now resting on Finn's hip, not wanting to pull back because it's so damn good.

When Finn goes to break away, Sean chases after him and tugs on the neck of his tshirt to pull him back which causes their bodies to collide accidentally.

Finn downright moans.

Pins Sean against the wall with his forearm by his head, which in turn makes the younger whimper into his mouth. Finn swallows up the sound, the make out session suddenly turns more heated. Sean’s long fingers slide up the front of Finn's tshirt, feeling up the flat of his stomach and it sets off something in the tattooed man, his tongue pushing into Sean's mouth to explore it eagerly. Finn grabs Sean's ass over those tight black jeans and they're both getting carried away, it's too much and Sean's stopped thinking..

Once inside in the dark, Finn jokes about Sean's face when the bottle pointed at him and says something about how much it sucks that all the cute boys are straight. Sean awkwardly points out how he hasn't said anything yet about his sexuality to Finn, who switches to hardcore flirting mode from then.

Sean finds out that it feels really nice to be flirted with and coming from another boy, it made his knees feel weak and wait- has Finn come closer or is it just the space getting smaller?

Either way, he has his back against the wall, feels Finn's hot breath on his lips, his fingers brush against his cheek. There's a metal ring on one of them. Finn reeks of weed and beer but so does Sean probably and dammit, he loves it nevertheless. His heart is hammering in his chest and he's sure Finn's aware of how nervous he is even though they can't see each other. „What’s it gonna be, sweetie?” Finn whispers teasingly and places a gentle hand on Sean's hip, his touch burning through the fabric.

To his surprise, it's Sean who closes the distance because he can't take the frustration anymore. They're making out heatedly in the dark, hands grabbing in places, especially Finn's but even Sean's palm works its way up the older's t-shirt, his heart singing from how good it feels to touch and be touched. Finn’s inked hand squeezes Sean’s butt, they knock over something in the proccess of moving around slightly but it’s like they don’t even care.

Thanks to the Humboldt crew, Sean gets reminded every day that he's actually a teenager and not just an older brother/father figure for Daniel. Cassidy flirts a lot and sure, it feels nice, he didn’t experience it back in Seattle. However, neither with boys and holy shit that's kinda nice too?

While Cass doesn't seem so bad at first, Finn just downright takes his breath away. He's bold, sweet and touches him every chance he gets. Sean wishes it lasted longer, that Finn didn't stop at just bro hugs, lingering pats and nonchalant flirting. He was like that with everyone. Surely Finn implied scars were sexy when Penny got a few during work or called Cassidy sweetheart. Right?

Sean rarely had time for himself without Daniel breathing down his neck. As a teen especially he had, um, needs to be taken cared of and with Finn slipping into his mind this need became a rather frequent one. He could hardly do anything in his shared tent with Daniel so his go-to spot was slightly away from the camp, in the shelter of a large redwood tree, secluded enough so he couldn't be heard or seen. Sean tried to make these trips as rare and quick as possible but sometimes he just couldn't take it anymore with Finn's suggestive smirk, his penetrative words and those fingers wrapping around his thigh like he didn't know the effect he had on Sean. It was intoxicating, Finn’s whole being and after everything that happened to him in the past months, a great distraction from his pathetic life. Finding out he was bi wasn't the wildest take as it would have been a year ago.

Sean’s raging hormones lead him away from the others that night, finding a quick excuse, saying that he had to pee. Finn was sitting pressed to him again, a lazy arm around his shoulders, his weed-induced breath tickling his ears and the onslaught of petnames filling up his ears as they kept passing the joint and trading stories. Sean needed to get away before making a fool of himself.

So there he is, standing behind the tree with his zipper pulled down, fully erect cock being jerked by his right hand rapidly. Sean's lips are hanging open, left arm pressed against the trunk of the tree, forehead resting on it. He was panting, hips fucking into the tight grip of his palm like he just can't help it. He wants Finn to touch him, wished it was the tattooed misfit's hand that he's thrusting into. Sean's trying to keep quiet but sometimes a small whine slips out because he's far away from the camp anyways, no one can hear him unless-

The sound of a branch breaking makes him stop abruptly and snap his head up, looking around with eyes wide open until his gaze lands on the very same man he's been fantasizing about. Sean’s just standing there shocked, not having the mind to put himself away so his throbbing, fat shaft is in plain sight.

Finn's the first to speak up. He doesn't say sorry for interrupting, no, he's handling the situation as confidently as it'd be expected from him. Tells Sean that it's okay, he was just worried because Sean was taking too long so he came looking for him and holy fuckin' shit that's so hot, if Sean wants to he can help with that. Sean nearly chokes on his own spit, because yes, please there's nothing he wanted more than that. Finn walks up to him smirking like he just won the jackpot, his fingers wrap around Sean's thick length, the ring slightly cold but God yes, Sean needs this and it feels so good.

Sean's back is against the tree and he hesitates only a little (not sure if it's allowed) before saying fuck it in his head. The younger kisses Finn passionately, moaning and whimpering like the mess he was made out to be in just a few seconds. He's in absolute Heaven, faintly wonders if it is just another incredible fantasy of his, Finn's tongue sliding over his own and his hand working him so skillfully, another hand resting on his hips to ground him. Finn pulls away to whisper praises, how beautiful and sexy Sean is, how much he's wanted to do this since the first time he saw him. Sean can barely talk or think, but when he feels Finn's hard length press through his pants and against his own thigh he wails and spills all over the inked fingers. Finn has to silence him by kissing him again, smiling into it because all he wanted to do was take care of Sean and it just makes him so happy like it was his own pleasure.

Sean can hardly process what happened but doesn't want to let go. His fingers tangle in Finn's dreads as they continue making out for much longer after he came. Despite his lack of experience, he wants Finn to feel good as well, so he makes a quick work to undo his pants. Finn tells him in all seriousness that he doesn't have to, but Sean won't have any of it. He palms Finn through his maroon boxers, feeling a wet spot already at the tip which makes him proud. It was him who got Finn so turned on. It doesn't take long after taking him in hand that Finn climaxes in spite of Sean’s fumbling. Finn moans his name low into Sean's neck, rocking his hips through his high. Their hearts are hammering, Sean could hear his own heartbeat thump in his ears and he honest to God whimpers when Finn licks his own release off his digits, one by one, while maintaning eyecontact, a mischievous glint in his eyes.