Sinful Remedies

04.

Finn's face is still bright red, the shock of everything still hitting him hard. He sits up against the bathroom door waiting for Salem to be done and listening to the sound of the running water.

His mind is running through every second in the hot tub, replaying every movement achingly slow. His hand moves over his hip, remembering how good it felt when salem touched him. He bit his lip, watching the bulge in his swim shorts grow. Fuck. He gently stroked himself over the shorts before moving under them. 'Fuck' His breathing heavies and his back arches slightly, pushing himself further against the door. He touches himself, remembering the soft sounds that left Salem's mouth earlier. His eyes shot open as he listened in, Salem was breathing heavily also and he wondered if he was touching himself too. A soft groan left his mouth that confirmed it and Finn stood up, knocking.

"Salem.. can I.. join you?" The words left his mouth before he even had time to stop them.

There was a brief pause before finn could hear the shower curtain slide open. "The door is unlocked." Salem says.

He opens the door slowly, his face looking flushed. Salem looks him up and down drinking him in and biting his lip.

Finn strips down to nothing, Salem still watching him. The moment he steps into the shower Salem pins him against the wall.

"Please tell me when to stop." He whispers against his ear before kissing him.

Finn pushes up against him, melting into the kiss. As Salem kisses him he reaches down, desperate to touch himself. "Fuck.. you make me so horny." He whines in between kisses.

"Can I touch you?" Salem asks, pulling back to meet his gaze. Finn nods, getting desperate.

Salems hand moves down his body and then to his dick, stroking him gently while not breaking eye contact. Finn leans back into the wall, his back arching as Salem finds a good pace. He's breathing rapidly and unsteadily, desperately pleading with his eyes while watching Salem.

Salem grins, drowning in Finn's heavy breathing and soft moans. Every sound that left his mouth, sending a wave of pleasure throughout his entire body.

Finn moans lowly. He'd gotten lots of handjobs from women before, but nothing could compare to the way Salem made him feel. Even the way he looked, no women or man could ever compare. He was a work of art. Salem was how he imagined gods or angels looked. Sculpted to perfection.

"God you're so pretty and helpless." Salem breathed against his neck, speeding up his pace. Finn was sent over the edge at the sound of his voice. He finishes panting hard, a sharp moan leaving his lips as his body shutters.

Salem watches him and a soft smirk falls over his lips as he brushes Finn's dark hair away from his face. Once Finn finds a steady breathing pace again he kisses him, then pulls away. "I want to make you feel good too... I've just never done it like this before to someone else." He pauses, wondering if he might die of embarrassment. "Can you help me?" He asks timidly.

Salem gives him a reassuring smile. "Of course. And if you're not ready to, we don't ha-"

Finn cut him off. "I want to."

Salem nods, guiding Finn's hand to his cock. He moved his hand over his, helping Finn stroke him. A wave of heat washes over him again as butterflies swarm in his stomach.

Finn finds a good pace and Salems head tilts back his breathing becoming rough and ragged. Finn flips them around so now Salem was leaning up against the wall, unraveling at his touch. "Oh god.." He moans, getting more and more closer each second. Finn speeds up a little and Salem whimpers. "Just like that.. don't... don't stop."

Finn was living for the sense of control he felt, heat flooding his entire body at the sounds of pleasure that left Salem's mouth. He couldn't seem to get enough. He watches Salem intently, noticing each time he'd squirm slightly as he got closer to finishing. "Fuck.." He whined, biting his lip. Salem always had more of a dominant personality but watching him now, unraveling at his touch, gave him a new sense of thrill he never thought possible.

Salems body trembles as he finishes. He whimpers again, his breathing heavier then ever and he bites down on his lip to stifle his moans.

A new sense of accomplishment washes over him and he kisses Salem. Salem pulls back to catch his breath, giving him a soft smile. "You did so good," he whispers, still out of breath.

Finn gives him a warm smile, kissing him on the cheek.

After they get cleaned up and dried off Finn sprawls out on the bed wearing nothing but a pair of clean boxers.

Salem crawls over him, pinning his shoulders to the bed and then shaking his wet hair on him just like they would do when they were kids. Finn laughs, pushing him off of him and tickling him until he surrendered. They both then lay side by side, staring into each others eyes.

"I can't believe this is happening." Salem breathed.

"I can't either." Finn runs a hand anxiously through his hair. "How long have you known you liked men?" He asks.

Salem pauses to think, looking up at the ceiling before answering. "Probably since I was eleven..."

"What made you realize..?"

Salem laughs softly, reminiscing. "Katherine Baker kissed you for the first time.. I remember being so angry and then later that day when we were arguing and started wrestling..."

Finns mouth fell open. It all made sense now. "I always thought you were mad because you liked her first... i never realized..."

"When did you realize...? Or I guess start to question?" Salem asks.

Finn blushes. "I guess there were a lot of signs looking back, but I've always been too scared to question anything until recently."

"Is it because of your family?"

He nods reluctantly. "I don't think they'd ever see me the same if they knew. Does your mom know?"

"Yes." He smiles softly. "I think she knew before I did."

"How many guys have you been with before?" Finn asks timidly.

"A couple." He admits. "What about you? Was this your first time being with a man?"

Finn turns bright red again."Yes.."

Salem reaches out for his hand. "Are you sure you're ok with all of this? Like you're not going to regret it later or anything...?"

Finn takes his hand, holding it to his chest. "Of course."