Serving Mr. Right (2 page)

"Yeah, he's a nice guy, so it was a shame." Tony took a drink. "Worked out well for me, though."

"Did it?" He hadn't been so sure of that.

"Yeah. I had the best meal of my life."

Finn felt his cheeks heat, the words pleasing him, bone deep.

"And I got something I never dreamed I would. Ever."

"What's that?" What food did he make that Tony had loved?

"An apology from you."

Oh. He ducked his head, then picked his chin up. "You deserved it." He'd been insufferable and busy and young.

"I did. And I went home and realized that you'd changed in some important ways."

"It's been ten years. I hope I have."

"You have. And I thought the man you've become deserved a second chance."

Finn wasn't sure if he should be mad or flattered. He wasn't sure about anything right this second.

"And that I deserved a second chance." Tony snorted. "That sounds pretty fucking pretentious, doesn't it?"

"A little bit, yeah." He chuckled, and that laughter just grew.

By the time their food came, they'd had a good hard laugh at themselves.

The burger was delicious, as always, and they didn't chat much while they noshed.

"Fuck, if that isn't the best burger I've ever eaten." Tony looked impressed. Not as impressed as he'd looked the night before, though.

"I told you!" Finn chuckled. "This place is the best secret."

"I won't tell anyone."

"I trust you." He'd always trusted Tony, with the most perverse things.

Tony's lips quirked into a sideways smile. "Good."

His cheeks heated and he tried not to think about all the wicked, naughty things they'd gotten up to. That grin turned shit-eating and told him Tony knew exactly what he was thinking.

"What?"
Stop it
.

"Just remembering..."

"No remembering anything. I was young and horny."

"You're not old yet and I bet you're still horny." Tony leaned in. "In fact I know you are. I know your looks."

"I may have all new looks." Oh fuck, yes.

"Maybe you do. Maybe I'd like a chance to get to know them."

"Really?" The word escaped him, popped out of his mouth.

Tony snorted. "Does it seem that impossible?"

"It seems like a dream, kind of. I mean, no. Yes. Fuck."
Shut up, Finn
.

As if he'd heard Finn's thoughts, Tony leaned right in and shut him up--mouth landing on his.

Finn's eyes went wide, the chemistry between them not faded a bit. Tony held his gaze as he deepened the kiss.

They were at Miguel's. They were...
Oh, God. That was so fucking hot.

His mouth was invaded, Tony's tongue pushing in, demanding entrance. He moaned, hands planted on the table. It was almost as shocking when the kiss was over as it had been when it began.

He sat back, cock like a club in his jeans. Christ. Christ, he was going to have to jack off in the bathroom.

"Come home with me." That was so like Tony, just putting it out there like that.

"Are you sure?" Finn was into it.

Tony grinned. "Have you ever known me not to be?"

"No." He had to smile. "No, I haven't."

"Come on, then." Tony pulled some bills out of his pocket and left them on the table.

"Where are you now?" He added his cash to the pile and waved at Rick.

"Over near the lake, on West Main." It was a very ritzy neighborhood.

"Spiffy. I have an apartment off Green. Nothing fancy, but nice."

"We'll go to your place next time." Tony gave him a wink.

"I have a twin bed, man. It would be tight."

"It's not the bed I'm hoping is tight."

Finn chuckled. "You mean you don't hope that I'm spending every night fucking myself with the biggest plugs known to man?"

Tony laughed for him. "I don't know, that I might want to see."

"You can't have it both ways, you know."

"I know, I know. Come on. We'll go to my place and see which way I'm going to have it."

They got out onto the street and Tony loaded him into a gorgeous sports car, the leather interior sensual as fuck. The man looked like a proud father. "She's nice, isn't she?"

"Stunning." Finn slid his hands over the seats. "Erotic."

"Yeah. You still get off on the smell of leather?" Tony started her up, the engine purring.

"Who doesn't? It's the best smell ever."

"Especially when it's mixed with hot man."

"You know it. Are you... You're not seeing anyone are you?"

Tony glanced at him. "I'm not a cheater, Finn. You know that."

"No. I know, but I had to ask. I mean, if I'm going to make a play for you, I want you available."

This time, Tony's glance included a wickedly hot smile. "I'm available."

"I am, too. I've had a couple of one-nighters, a couple who couldn't stay faithful and one guy who I hoped would turn into something, but it didn't."

Tony nodded and pulled up at a very nice looking place. "No one's ever lived up to the one that got away."

Yeah. Yeah, exactly.

Tony got out and came around, ever the gentleman. He took Tony's arm and stood, holding on, the feel of that solid arm erotic as fuck.

Tony smiled down at him and his belly tightened. "Come on into my parlor."

"Are you the spider or the fly?"

"Oh, baby, you know I'm the spider."

Baby. Oh, God. That was still so hot. So good.
"Yeah, yeah, I know."

Tony led him in. "We're skipping the tour. You can see the place tomorrow."

"Works for me." He could explore on his own.

They went upstairs and into a large bedroom that boasted a king-sized bed. It was leather and navy, masculine and solid.

Tony didn't give him a whole lot of time to look, the man kissing him just like that. He stepped into the curve of Tony's body, moaning at the firm pressure. Tony was as solid as he remembered, maybe more so, and the man could kiss like no one he'd ever known.

One strong, square hand cupped the back of his head, tilting him back. Tony's other hand drifted down his back to cup his ass. His hips rocked back, pushed into that touch.

"Eager man."

"It's been a while, Tony. Years."

"It wasn't a complaint, baby."

"Oh." Finn chuckled. He was more nervous than he'd thought he'd be.

Tony kissed him again, then stepped back far enough to start undressing him. He wasn't as thin as he'd been back then, wasn't waifish anymore. He'd grown up, filled out. Hopefully, Tony liked it.

Tony got his shirt off and the big hands lingered on his skin. "Mmm. Looking good, Finn."

Oh. Oh, thank God.

Tony's fingers brushed across his nipples. The rings were gone, but the memory of the games they'd played made him moan.

"Someone's looking awfully bare."

"Hmm? The rings? I had a boyfriend who thought they were tacky."

"What a small-minded jackass."

Finn cackled, clapped his hands. "Yes! Yes, I think that might have been the last thing I ever called him."

Grinning, Tony flicked both his nipples together, thumbs firm, the nails managing to just catch them.

"Fuck." His teeth snapped together, his hips rocked forward. Oh, Tony remembered.

"Some things never change," Tony murmured.

"Can't help it. It's still hot."

"You're still hot. You make me need, make me want to do things to you to make you scream."

The words made Finn's entire body ache. Oh, fuck. That was one hell of a promise.

Tony's lips pressed against his, storming his mouth, and he opened, wanting everything Tony was willing to give.

His jeans were opened, pushed down his hips, Tony's hands rough, eager. His cock was aching, full, the ring at the tip wet. Growling, Tony got him naked, then touched his jewelry.

"He didn't think this one was tacky?" Tony asked.

"He hated it. I took it out while we dated. You know how it gets me off."

"He really was a jackass, baby. You deserve someone better than that."

"He was and I totally did. We didn't last long."

"Doesn't matter anyway. Because he's not here tonight and I am." Tony wrapped his lips around Finn's throat, sucking up a mark.

He let his head fall back, gaving Tony access. Tony's teeth scraped across the spot, sending lightning through his body.

"Fuck, yes." Finn went up on his tiptoes, rubbing all along Tony's body.

"Get me naked so I can fuck you, baby."

"Mmmhmm." He started unbuttoning little buttons.

He could see the prominent bulge in Tony's slacks, trying to get his attention as he worked on his lover's shirt. He unfastened Tony's slacks next, eager to touch that heavy cock.

"Want your mouth, baby."

"Uh-huh." His mouth was watering.

The pants slid down off Tony's hips and that fat prick pushed out toward him. Finn knelt down, lips open, eager for the taste of Tony's cock. Tony rubbed the tip of his prick against Finn's lips, teasing him. Grabbing the thick, muscular thighs, Finn dragged Tony into his lips.

"Fuck!" The word was crude and hot in Tony's mouth, raining down on him like praise.

He chuckled and starting sucking, slapping Tony's cock with his tongue.

"Damn. No one sucks like you."

No one loved it like he did.

Tony's fingers slid through his hair, twisting and tugging. His eyes crossed, and he sucked hard, his cock hard as nails.

"That's it, baby. Do it. Suck me. Give you my fucking come."

He'd almost forgotten the way Tony would encourage him, praise him, during sex.

His cock was heavy, aching, and every filthy word, every tug of his hair, every thrust into his lips made it worse. Or better. Depending on how you looked at it.

"Finn...baby." Tony's hands tightened, and he knew what that meant, knew Tony was close.

He groaned, took Tony to the root and swallowed hard. Shouting out, Tony bucked hard and came down his throat. He drank Tony in, pulling strongly, moaning around that fine cock.

"God, Finn. That's so good."

Of course it was. It was a blowjob.

"I know that mouth can keep me hard. So I can do you."

Finn hummed and nodded, using his tongue to encourage Tony's prick to stay stiff. Groaning, Tony stroked a hand through his hair.

He looked up, meeting Tony's eyes. Tony was flushed, eyes heated, needy. Fucking yes. Finn wanted all that and more.

"Gonna fuck you through my mattress, baby."

Fuck, yeah. Hard and deep until he screamed.

Tony helped him stand, only to push him down onto the bed. He sprawled, spread, jacking his cock once.

"That's mine," Tony informed him, voice more growl than speaking words.

"You sure?" So fucking hot. So fucking perfect, so he stroked again.

This time it was definitely a growl and Tony slapped his hand away. "I'm sure."

Oh, fuck. Yes. Hot.
He nodded, aching and arching.

Tony climbed onto the bed, moving between his spread legs. Finn bent one knee, sliding his leg along Tony's side. Tony moved slowly, eyes on his.

"Are you going to make me scream?" He wanted to need.

"You fucking know it."

He wanted to. He wanted to know it, bone deep.

Leaning over him, Tony pressed a kiss to his left shoulder, then his left nipple. His body responded predictably, nipple drawing up tight, lifting to that mouth. Tony nipped at it, the bite sharp.

"Harder." Finn snapped the word out.

"Pushy bastard."

"Uh-huh."

Laughing, Tony, pinched his right nipple. Hard. His hips pumped up, rubbing his needy cock into Tony's body. Tony shook his head, bit his nipple again, the sting so sharp this time.

"Fuck!" His teeth clacked together, eyes rolling back in his skull.

He could feel Tony's smile against his skin. His hands opened and closed, squeezing convulsively.

The next bite found his throat, Tony gnawing on him.

"T...toothy!" Fuck, yes.

"And you love it."

"I do." He wanted it. "I'm not into shame."

"Thank fucking God."

Tony moved to his other nipple, teeth still good and sharp. Finn panted and watched, breathless for the little bite. The bite he got was sharp and he arched. He felt Tony's fucking smile against his skin.

"Ass...asshole. Fuck." So hot.

That had Tony chuckling. "I should grab some clamps."

"Your teeth are better."

"Flatterer."

"Clamps don't know when to push. I try them a lot." He tried a lot of things, a lot of men.

Tony chuckled. "I definitely know when to push." Tony tweaked his left nipple.

Finn's eyes crossed and he jerked again, grabbing Tony's wrist instinctively. Tony's nail dug into the tender flesh of his nipple. His fucking eyes crossed again and he groaned, flying with it.

"Sweet fucking pain slut."

Finn nodded. Sue him. He totally was. "We going to fuck now?"

"Fuck, yes."

"Thank God." He was tired of waiting.

Tony pinched his other nipple before reaching up past him to grab lube. Then Tony's slick fingers teased his hole. Fucking
teased
. He jerked, ass cheeks squeezing.

"My pace, baby. You'll get it when you get it. When I say."

Oh, goddamn. He had missed this, the effortless way Tony make him soar.

Bending, Tony bit his right nipple, teeth worrying the hard bit of flesh as those slick fingers pushed at his hole again. Finn bore down, needing those fingers slamming inside him, spreading him, making him come.

The bastard didn't do that, though. No, Tony kept fucking teasing, fingers sliding over his hole, pressing against it, never pushing in.

"Tony! Goddamn it!"

Tony's laughter wasn't mean, it was evil.

He swatted Tony's hip, pushing, curious to see where their new limits would be, what had changed. Growling, Tony flipped him easily onto his stomach and swatted his ass.

"Bastard!"
Oh, fuck yes
. He arched, bucking up.

"You know it." Tony swatted him again.

"Asshole." Oh, please. More. He loved the burn.

"Just keep swearing, baby. My hand's been itching for a good workout."