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torture when Finn came downstairs in sweatpants and a t-shirt. It could have only been worse if Finn had been naked. The t-shirt clung to Finn’s shoulders and pecs and depending on how Finn moved, Saint caught a glimpse of washboard abs and a thin trail of hair disappearing beneath the waist of Finn’s pants. And when Finn turned around, that thick grey cotton hugged the firm, round cheeks of Finn’s ass. And he had nice thighs. Saint could tell by the way the fabric stretched around them when he sat. They weren’t thin and not too thick and there was enough definition to show through the heavy material. At first, the beer had taken the edge off. By the end of the second bottle, the music and the fact that Finn was lounging and reading just feet away, had Saint grinding his teeth and picturing Gladys naked. Even Gladys hadn’t been enough to kill Saint’s hard-on. His body shook as he quickly straightened up his mess and fled Finn’s house.
    As soon as Saint got home, he jumped in the shower and jerked off as he pictured Finn on his knees with those gorgeous lips wrapped around Saint’s cock. He imagined running his fingers along the chiseled cheek and jaw bones and sweeping his thumbs over Finn’s thick, long eyelashes and staring into brilliant blue depths as his cock pushed deep into Finn’s throat. When Saint came, it was the most intense orgasm he’d had in years. He actually cried as he pressed his face against the tile and stared at his erection as it softened in his hand. He’d gone so long without missing the taste, smell, heat and touch of another man and suddenly, his body was raging with need and he’d never felt so alone. And there was nothing Saint could do. Finn was completely off limits. Just getting caught looking at Finn strange was dangerous.
    “I like Finn!” Harry said loudly and Saint jumped and fumbled the magazine he was pretending to read.
    “What?” Saint asked as he looked toward the register. Harry smiled and cocked his head toward the window. Saint followed Harry’s gaze and watched as Finn got into his truck.
    “He’s the new teacher at the school. He teaches history,” Harry explained and Saint nodded as he went to the counter.
    “Is he?” Saint asked as he grabbed a pack of orange Tic-Tacs and set them on the counter so he could pull out his wallet. Harry nodded as he punched buttons.
    “He comes in a lot and he’s really nice. He talks to me,” Harry explained as he took the $5 Saint handed him. “He doesn’t talk to me like most people do. He listens and doesn’t talk like I’m a child or he wants me to shut up. He’s nice like you, Saint,” he said and Saint smiled. He had a soft spot for Harry. And anyone that was kind to Harry, if the warmth in Saint’s crotch was any indication. “Can you be his friend?” Harry asked and Saint’s brows rose.
    “What do you mean?” He asked and Harry leaned on the counter.
    “You know how you’re my friend and you don’t let anyone be mean to me?” Harry asked and Saint nodded slowly.
    “Can you be Finn’s friend and make sure no one is mean to him?” He asked and Saint laughed as he pushed his wallet back into his pocket.
    “If he’s your friend and he’s nice to you, then I’m sure we’ll be friends and I’ll make sure no one’s mean to him,” Saint promised and Harry’s smile was brilliant.
    “Thank you, Saint!” Harry said and Saint gripped his arm and patted it.
    “No problem. I’m going to grab some dinner. Can I get you anything?” He asked and Harry shook his head.
    “Nah. I already ate dinner,” Harry said and Saint cocked his head as he backed out of the door.
    “Alright. I’ll see you later. Have a good night, Harry,” Saint said before he let the door close. Harry waved and Saint nodded before he turned and jogged across the street to the diner.
    Saint paused when he opened the door. Finn had been the last one out and Saint could still smell his unmistakable scent. Saint cursed