He followed. Of course he followed. Even without the anchor of Finn’s hand on his neck he would have followed, desperate for another taste of those lips now that he’d had one.

He leaned over Finn, pressing the man down against the carpet, glad that he decided to land on the grass and not the bare rock, but less glad that he’d decided to come here rather than just immediately take Finn to his bedroom.

He was still fairly sure he made the right call, though.

He groaned softly against Finn’s mouth, his body leaning in far enough to press weight to Finn’s chest. His heart was going a mile a minute. He forced himself to break the kiss for a second, even though he couldn’t bring himself to pull away, murmuring words agains Finn’s lips instead.

“This is way better than hurried kisses in a maintenance closet..”