They had to get out of there before they were fucking on the dance floor.
Ajax ripped his mouth from Finn’s, their eyes locking. He nodded toward the door, and the slow grin that stretched Finn’s mouth made him shiver. He glanced around, noting that some were staring. He’d been recognized. But no one approached them as they made their way toward the exit and left.
Ajax hurried toward Finn’s truck, and he climbed inside then kept going as Finn settled inside, wrapping his hand around Finn’s neck and plastering his mouth to his. Finn speared his fingers into Ajax’s hair, holding his head tight as he thrust his tongue deeply into Ajax’s mouth.
“I don’t know if I can wait until we get back,” Ajax said against his lips. “Fuck, want you so much.”
