He grabs my face with more command and pushes his hands under my shirt. Trying to rediscover one another. Gay sex “Absolutely. “I mean come on. “Fucking–” I grunt. Check in once or twice a week until summer training ends, and then I train you.”His voice doesn’t rise nor does it push. “If you wanted,” he traces the rubber tip of his shoe against the grout line in the tile. He does the same, lacing his fingers against the nape of my neck and lifting me into the air until his body supports all of my weight. So he practically springs behind his brother and I follow. Carter returns with his hat, swinging it around his pointer finger. It sticks to me instead.He glances over, slowing pace and then stopping altogether.“You think I’ve been playing you,” he says, not a question in his voice.I don’t respond immediately, and he sighs. I do the same. His gaze warps down the map of veins on Carter’s forearms. Carter bumps him on the shoulder and smiles. Carter’s advantage evaporates the moment Finn decides to take it from him. He sits on an old swing covered in moss, and I sit beside him.
