“Give it a month, and your ribs will disappear. Two months, and you’ll have decent muscles. Okay, I’d better shut up before you decide I’m trying to remake you.”
“Nothing wrong with that, I think,” Luke replied. “Since it’s you doing it. But right now…” He ran his hands down Finn’s chest to the waistband of his jeans, flicking the snap open.
“You looking for something?” Finn asked, his gaze focused on Luke’s hands.
“Yeah. You, naked.” Luke pulled the zipper down then eased the jeans over Finn’s hips until they slid to the floor. “No underwear?”
“Not tonight. I had plans and figured maybe I wouldn’t need any. I guess I was right.” He put his hands on the waistband of Luke’s sweats, pushing them down over too thin hips. They hit the floor with a soft plop, followed seconds later by Luke’s briefs. “Very nice,” Finn said, stroking his hand up Luke’s hard cock.
Luke hissed in a needy breath. Looking into Finn’s eyes, he whispered, “Make love to me.”