Finn brought it up like it was nothing.
“You ever been to a jjimjilbang?”
Alec squinted at him, the word landing sharp in his ears. “A what?”
Finn grinned, lazy and easy. He had spent time as a kid in South Korea when his father was stationed there. He only remembered the food and bathhouses. He leaned back in his chair, stretching his arms over his head.
“Korean spa. Hot pools, saunas, good for recovery. Feels great after a workout.”
The words hung there. Alec hesitated, just a flicker, but Finn caught it. He’d never liked spas, always skipped them even though he knew they were good for you. When someone mentioned spa, all he heard was locker room.
But Finn said it like it was nothing, like it was just another part of his routine, a thing men did without thinking about it. Alec shrugged, trying to sound easy.
“Yeah, sure. Sounds good.” He could handle a fucking spa.
The place was bright, clean, tiled in white and gray. A faint scent of cedar and minerals hung in the air, humidity wrapping around Alec the second they stepped inside. It was filled with naked men. Just walking around, dicks swinging free in the open air, like tying your shoes. No hesitation. No thought.
Finn, of course, didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward like he belonged here, pulling his shirt off in one fluid motion, tossing it into a locker. Jeans unzipped, shoved down, kicked off. And then he was just standing there in his briefs, the thick shape of him obvious.
Alec exhaled slowly, forcing himself to match the rhythm. He pulled off his shirt, folded it neatly. Jeans next. Folded those, too. Small acts of control. A way to keep himself steady.
Finn glanced at him once, just a flick. No lifelines. No outs. Alec had to do this himself. He exhaled once more, hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his briefs, and pushed them down. Standing there, skin bare, air thick against his body, Alec didn’t know if Finn was looking.
Finn said nothing. He just grabbed his towel and walked toward the baths, as if this had never been a big deal. As if Alec hadn’t just stripped himself bare in more ways than one.
The bathing area was thick with the sound of running water, murmured conversation, bodies moving through the pools. Everything was warm, fluid. As Alec walked into the wet area, he noticed that the men were looking. There were no mirrors here, no distraction. They were looking at each other. Subtly, on the sly. Some were cruisy, some were curious, some were just staring.
Finn didn’t hesitate. He stepped into the hottest pool, sinking in, arms stretching along the edge, his body draped over the surface like he was built for it. Alec followed, slower. He slid into the water and thank god for the water.
The heat curled around him, shielding him under the slight distortion of the surface. Finn let out a long sigh, stretching fully. The muscles of his shoulders flexed as he sprawled, his cock resting naturally in the water, unbothered, part of him. Alec stayed contained. Not tense. Just aware.
Finn didn’t just sit in one spot. He moved through the pools, shifting, standing, stretching. Letting himself be seen. Everything about him hung easy, natural. When he walked, his soft cock flopped naturally, heavy, thick, full. He was utterly unselfconscious. And Alec looked at him.
“Gonna hit the heat for a bit,” Finn said, running a hand through his damp hair before walking toward the steam room.
Alec stayed where he was. He could follow. But he didn’t. Finn didn’t push him to come. He just disappeared into the steam, leaving Alec alone with his thoughts.
When Finn came back out, his skin was flushed, sweat beading down his chest, hair damp and curling. He looked solid, easy. Alec was still in the water, just a head floating on the surface. Alec looked up as Finn walked up to him; all he could see were those big hairy balls.
“Wanna go in the cold plunge?” Finn smiled. There was something in his eyes that Alec couldn’t quite name.
They sat next to each other on the bench. Here in the freezing cold water, even here, Finn’s big dick still looked big. Just a little less big.
The locker room was humid, thick with damp towels, warm tile, sweat. Water dripped in the showers. Locker doors slammed shut. Conversations moved in and out of Korean and English, a murmur that barely registered in Alec’s ears.
He moved carefully, dressing methodically, each step measured. His towel stayed wrapped around his waist as long as possible, his movements precise, practiced. He felt like a teenager again, like every glance in the locker room might mean something, like his body might betray him in ways he couldn’t control.
Finn, of course, was already halfway dressed, pulling his cut-off tee over his head, his scent still thick, still fresh from the steam. He was completely unbothered, rolling his shoulders, shaking out his hair, adjusting his jeans like nothing about the last hour had been notable. Like none of it had mattered.
Alec pulled on his briefs fast. Then his jeans. Then his shirt. He moved too efficiently, a little too tight, and he knew Finn noticed. But Finn didn’t say a word.
They walked out into the thick summer night, sticky with the scent of pavement and street food. Finn stretched his arms up, inhaling deep. He exhaled slow, like the night air felt good in his lungs.
“Damn, I needed that.”
Alec just nodded. They headed to Finn’s car. He drove casual, one hand on the wheel, cut-off tee damp with leftover sweat. His scent filled the car immediately, deep, earthy, something rich from the steam and soap.
The radio hummed low, something ambient, forgettable. Alec stared out the window, his mind running through the past hour on a loop, like picking at a scab. Finn glanced at him.
“You good?”
Alec blinked, pulling himself back. He shrugged, voice easy.
“Yeah, totally.”
They pulled up to a sleek, high-tech gym. The parking lot was mostly empty at this hour, just a few cars scattered near the entrance. Alec stared out the windshield.
“Are we working out?”
Finn laughed, unbuckling his seatbelt.
“Haha, no.” He tilted his head toward the entrance. “This is my gym. I own it. I live upstairs.”
Finn stretched, cracking his neck, pulling his gym bag from the backseat.
“Come on. Let’s go smoke weed.”
The loft is massive. Exposed brick, high ceilings, heavy furniture. It smells like Finn—sweat, cedar, something sharp underneath. Alec doesn’t head toward him. He drifts, barefoot, dragging his fingers across the counter, testing the mats near the gym setup. There’s something wild humming under his skin. Like a jungle. Like a dare.
Finn takes his time. Rolls a joint. Spots the trail of clothes—Alec’s jeans, tank, socks—dropped one by one, like a challenge. He smirks.
“You lost in my jungle, Jungle Boy?”
Before the words settle, Alec moves—fast, sharp, body streaking from behind the couch. Finn tracks him, lets him slip past. Watches his thighs flex, his jock riding up with each step.
Alec circles, testing range, launching off a pillar near the weights. He dives for Finn’s wrist. Finn slips free. They’re both sweating now, barefoot on concrete, light catching on muscle. Finn fakes right. Alec bites. Misses.
Finn lets him chase, lets him burn himself out.
Alec hits the mat, rolls, springs up breathing hard. Finn finally moves. He peels off his shirt slow, muscles rolling beneath slick skin. He tosses it aside. Sweat clings to him. His jeans ride low. His briefs already show a thick outline. This shit makes him horny.
Alec doesn’t flinch, but Finn sees the shift in his eyes. That flicker.
They collide. Bare chests, sweat-slick skin, bodies grappling. Alec claws, digs, pulls. Finn gives just enough. Then offers an opening. A fake stumble. Alec lunges. Misses. He crashes to the floor.
Finn steps out of his jeans, slow. He shakes out his big thighs, the quad muscles jiggling, shiny with sweat. Now it’s skin on skin.
Alec’s still fighting, but the precision is gone. His body moves on instinct. His muscles are burning. His breath ragged.
Finn waits. Tracks. Finds the moment—the desperate lunge, the wild, unthinking reach.
He moves. Fast. Catches Alec mid-motion, pivots, slams him to the mat.
Alec snarls. Thrashes. Hips bucking. Chest heaving. His jock twisted high, framing the thick curves of his ass. Finn pins him. Doesn’t force. Just holds.
“Done yet?” he murmurs.
Alec grits his teeth, pushes back. Still trying.
Finn doesn’t push. Doesn’t taunt. He just waits, letting Alec feel it, the no-way-out. His cock is full now, pressed hot against the curve of Alec’s back, not moving, just there.
Alec burns. But the fight shifts. His hips twitch—not to escape. Just reacting. His breathing changes.
Without a word, Finn flips him onto his back. No warning. No hesitation. Alec gasps, arms pinned, body flushed, muscles twitching under Finn’s weight. Their hips grind. Finn’s cock drags slow across Alec’s belly through damp cotton. His voice low, mouth against Alec’s throat:
“Breathe, Jungle Boy.”
And Alec does.
Still wired, still tense—but giving. Just enough. Finn pins him harder. Their bodies slick, tangled. Heat everywhere.
Then Finn moves again. Rolls Alec onto his stomach. Pins him flat. Chest to back. Sweat smearing between them.
“Good boy,” Finn says.
He hooks his fingers into the waistband of his briefs, yanks them down, and his heavy boner pops out.
Finn’s cock is slick, hot, and hard, dragging against Alec’s ass crack. His breath rolls over Alec’s damp skin, his weight pressing down, his cock sliding between Alec’s cheeks, pushing through sweat, grinding deep.
Alec ruts back instinctively. His hips twitch, flex, push into Finn’s boner like he can’t help himself. His breath catches in his throat, stuck between a growl and a gasp, his body moving on its own, pressing into Finn’s heat, searching for more.
Finn grins, knowing exactly what’s happening now. Alec isn’t just taking it, he’s fucking into it. Finn presses his mouth against Alec’s ear, voice thick and low, curling around the space between them like smoke.
“Yeah. That’s what you needed, huh?” His breath is slow, teasing, deliberate. He drags his cock through the slick heat between Alec’s cheeks again, slow, unhurried, just enough pressure to keep Alec on edge.
“You fought so hard. Got all worked up. But this is what you wanted.” Alec grits his teeth, his fingers flexing against the mat, but he doesn’t stop rutting back, doesn’t stop grinding against Finn’s cock, chasing friction.
Finn lets out a dark, pleased laugh, the sound vibrating against Alec’s skin.
“Go on, Jungle Boy. Show me how bad you want it.”
And Alec does. He’s lost in it now, body flushed, breath jagged, pushing his ass back into Finn’s cock without thinking. The loft is thick with sweat, musk, the heavy scent of exertion and heat, their bodies damp, skin slick.
Finn is still hot-dogging him, his cock sliding slow, teasing, dragging through the deep curve of Alec’s ass, keeping him right there, right on the edge. Alec’s moans are getting louder, breath shuddering, body restless, desperate.
Finn grins, his voice smooth, teasing but firm.
“You want this big dick, don’t you?” Alec groans, pushing back harder, grinding, chasing. Finn chuckles, pressing against him, not giving him what he wants.
“Looks like real bad, huh?” Alec is barely coherent, too far gone to think straight, he just ruts harder, lost in the need.
Finn pulls back, slow and easy, slipping his cock away and stepping back, standing up smooth, effortless. Alec is left on his hands and knees, still burning, still aching, still desperate, but suddenly empty. Finn stares down at him, taking in the sight, his wrecked, sweaty body, the way his jock is riding up, straps digging deep into his hips, his ass still lifted, waiting, caught between instinct and hesitation.
Finn lets it stretch. Lets Alec feel the absence. Then he delivers the final command.
“Come on, Jungle Boy. Beg for the big penis.”
Alec doesn’t move. His whole body is tight, caught between need and doubt. But Finn doesn’t let him sit in it.
Finn grabs Alec’s hair, firm but not rough, guiding him down, forcing his face deep into the thick sweat of his bush. His scent floods Alec’s senses, raw, masculine, overwhelming. For half a second, Alec resists.
Then he breathes in.
It’s sweat, musk, pheromones, nothing but Finn, thick and heady. Alec groans, lips parting, tongue dragging against Finn’s heavy, hairy balls, licking into the scent, mouth working slow, reverent, desperate. He sucks them into his mouth, rolling his tongue over them, heat surging through him like a second wave of instinct.
Finn smirks, feeling the exact second Alec stops thinking.
“That’s it, Jungle Boy. Get in there.”
Alec obeys, moaning into it, licking, taking Finn in like he’s starving. Finn groans low, deep in his chest, and lets out a pleased, rumbling laugh.
“Fuck, yeah. That’s more like it.”
Finn lets Alec sink into it, lets him lose himself completely, and then, just as Alec is getting lost in the heat, the rhythm, the scent, Finn pulls back.
The absence is immediate, sharp, leaving Alec’s mouth empty, his breath shuddering as he instinctively follows, chasing Finn’s balls with his tongue, trying to keep contact. Finn smirks and takes another step back, dragging the moment out, making Alec come after him.
“Oh, you want it now?” Finn’s voice is low, teasing. He steps back again, keeping his cock just out of reach. “Come on, then. Crawl for it.”
Alec growls, a rough, desperate sound deep in his chest, and follows. He’s on all fours, prowling after Finn’s cock, panting, mouth open.
Finn keeps backing up, keeping the distance just wide enough, just frustrating enough. Alec lunges, Finn pulls away. Alec snarls, chases harder. Finn laughs, amused but firm.
“Gotta work harder than that, babe.”
The game repeats itself, six, seven times. Alec lunging, almost getting it, Finn pulling back, keeping him desperate. Every time, Alec falls deeper into it, his body strung tight, every muscle in him locked in the chase. Finn watches, drinking it in, until Alec is fully gone, eyes glazed.
Then Finn gives in. He stops moving.
Alec surges forward, his mouth wrapping around Finn’s cock like it’s the only thing he’s wanted all night. He moans as he takes it in, lips sealing around the head, tongue pressing against the underside, sucking deep like he’s starving. Finn groans, a rough, satisfied sound, and then, he takes control.
His grip tightens in Alec’s hair, fingers tangling in the ponytail before pulling him down, hard. There’s no more teasing now, this is what Finn has been waiting for.
His hips snap forward, cock driving deep, forcing Alec to take it. Alec gags, chokes, but he doesn’t pull back. He wants it, takes it, lets Finn fuck his mouth brutal and fast, no space to breathe, no room to think.
Finn watches Alec’s eyes roll back, drool spilling from the corners of his mouth, throat opening for Finn, taking him deeper, wetter. Finn groans, feeling Alec fully lost, his body no longer resisting anything. Finn thrusts harder, his breath rough, his body tightening, the heat unbearable.
And then, at the last second, he pulls back. Alec blinks up at him, lips wet, panting, ruined.
Finn strokes himself, slow at first, then faster, watching Alec’s face, watching how open he is. Finn groans deep as he lets go, thick ropes of seed spilling across Alec’s face, dripping down his cheekbones, his lips, his chin.
Alec stays still, blinking through the mess, his breath uneven, his body still trembling from everything.
For a few seconds, Alec is still deep in it. His chest rises and falls, his eyes dazed, his muscles loose and warm. Then, something shifts. A slow blink, like something is settling. The cum on his face cools against his skin. Finn watches, tracking the exact moment Alec starts pulling back into himself.
The silence stretches, slow and heavy, Alec’s hands flexing against the mat, Finn exhaling, letting the air settle around them. Then, finally, Finn moves, not with words, but with touch.
He kneels, close but not overwhelming. His thumb grazes under Alec’s eye, slow, deliberate, wiping away some of the cum. Another swipe, clearing the mess from around Alec’s nose. But he doesn’t take it all off. He leaves some. Alec watches him, something softer in his expression now, something almost searching.
Their eyes lock. Finn lets Alec look, lets him see whatever he needs to see. He doesn’t overthink it. He just leans in.
The kiss isn’t desperate. It isn’t wild. It’s slow, sweet, playful, almost lazy. Finn lets it happen, lets Alec press against him, lets the moment soften between them.
When they pull back, Finn’s cheek is smeared with cum. Alec smirks, just slightly. Finn blinks. Then he laughs.
“Well,” Finn grins, tilting his head. “Now you’re gonna have to lick it off.”
Alec huffs a laugh, leans in, tongue dragging slow across Finn’s skin, licking the mess away, cleaning him up, erasing the last traces of the night’s wreckage. Finn tilts his head, letting him, enjoying the ridiculousness of it, the shift from heat to something else.
When Alec finishes, he doesn’t move away. He just… collapses against Finn. No thinking, no second-guessing, just pressing into him, letting their sticky bodies mold together. Finn doesn’t push him off. He just lets Alec stay. They’re both warm, half-buzzed, still stinking of sweat and sex, but neither of them care.
There’s no rush to clean up. No need to explain anything. Just them, in the heat of it, the weight of the night settling around them. Finn lets out a slow breath, rubbing a hand through Alec’s damp hair. Alec presses in closer, already half-asleep. The room stinks.
And it’s perfect.
