Rated M for some sexuality. :)


"You know," said Russell, letting go of Finn's mouth long enough to pant out the words. "When I said 'let's get out of here', I thought maybe a hotel room, not a broom closet."

Finn took the opportunity to open the collar at Russell's throat and plant several kisses there, laughing at the vibrations when Russell groaned. "What's the difference? Personally, I think broom closets are more..."

Whatever broom closets were, Finn never told, because Russell's hand roamed over his backside and he lost all train of thought.

"I am," said Russell, speaking haltingly as they kissed. "Over seven feet tall. Broom closets...aren't exactly...my thing."

Finn started to unbutton Russell's shirt, but he was stopped when the hand left his backside and reached up to stop him.

"My shirt stays on," said Russell, his voice low against Finn's ear. "Please."

"No problem," said Finn, somewhat disappointed.

He redirected his hands to the back of Russell's neck, pulling him in for another deep, thorough kiss that had Finn leaning up on his toes for more.

"I'll give you a blow-job," said Russell, running his hand through Finn's hair, fingering the gold ribbon. "And if you want, you can give me a hand-job. I can't go farther than that."

"I don't get it," murmured Finn. "But I'll respect it."

And enjoy it, it turned out, as Russell turned out to be an expert in the things he was willing to do.

Finn leaned against the musty wall of the closet, breathing hard as Russell tried to maneuver his large body back to his feet in the limited space.

Russell hesitated before kissing him, but Finn didn't care where he'd just had his mouth, he tugged him in for another kiss and let his hand wander down under Russell's pants.

"Mmm," was what Russell had to say about that, followed by several breathless moans.

Afterwards, Russell pulled out an un-embroidered white handkerchief out of his now-rumpled suit and cleaned Finn's hand with it, his face an adorable shade of pink that clashed horribly with his auburn hair.

"If you want," said Finn, who had just enjoyed himself immensely both during the sex and the earlier conversation (when he hadn't been making a fool of himself). "I can call you, just give me your number."

Russell, displaying none of the sarcastic charm of earlier or the impassioned lover of a few moments ago, turned a deeper shade of red and mumbled, "I'm not really- I'm not boyfriend material. I'm good for a good time in a closet, but long-term, I'm full of problems."

Finn's heart when out to him, so he kissed Russell on the cheek and said, "You didn't say that you don't want a relationship, though. How about this; I'll give you my number, and you can decide whether or not you want to call me, okay?"

Russell shrugged, his expression unreadable. "Sure."

Finn opened the closet door and let light stream in so he could retrieve a pen form somewhere in his pockets and said, "You don't mind if I write on the handkerchief, do you?"

"No, it's fine," Russell assured him.

"Good," said Finn, and his scribbled down his name and number.

In the light of the outside hallways, Russell looked more assured and like his earlier self as he quickly pulled his discarded glover over his hand with his teeth. "Maybe I'll call you then, Finn Fingolfin."

"One more thing," called Finn after him. "No one is only good for a good time in a closet."

"If you say so," said Russell as he walked away, but Finn thought he was smiling.

When Finn returned to the party, he approached his sister, who glared at him.

"Don't smile at me like that," she said. "With your disheveled suit and your big eyes! I know where you've been. Takes you an hour to land a man, while I've been here all night and still can't find someone."

"What about the waiter from earlier?"

"He turned out to be a real creep," huffed Artemis. "Cute on the outside, but twisted on the inside. Told me he could tell we were meant to get married, and that our kids would be really smart."

"What did you do?"

"Threw a glass of wine in his face and gave him the finger."

"Good," said Finn approvingly. "I, on the other hand, had a wonderful time."

"I know," she grumbled. "So shut up."

"Love you, sis."