14. Percy
CHAPTER 14
Percy
Finn kissed me.
It was the millionth kiss that day and each one felt as surreal as the one that had preceded it.
After our breakfast in Zeus’ field, I took Finn up the marble stairs to the residential heart of the village. We explored all morning, stealing kisses in secluded corners, sitting on marble benches, and tasting wines in hilltop taverns once the clock struck noon. We reached the peak for breathtaking views of the mountain ranges, aptly named after Zeus. “Not the donkey, sadly, but the god. When he was born, his father wanted to eat him like he’d eaten all his children, afraid of the prophecy that a son of his would dethrone him as the god of gods. To prevent the loss of another child, Zeus’ mother hid him in these mountains. She gave her husband, Chronos, a bundled rock to eat instead, and he’d done it with such zeal that he never noticed it wasn’t his son. There’s a cave, just over there, where soldiers were stationed with swords and shields to protect the baby. Every time Zeus cried in his cot, the soldiers clanged their swords against their shields to mask the sound. Later, Zeus would grow up to fulfill the prophecy and dethrone his father, freeing his brothers from his father’s stomach and rising against all the Titans. Through a bit of trickery, Zeus, the youngest of the sons, split the universe with his brothers so that Poseidon ruled the seas, Hades ruled the underworld, and Zeus sat on Mount Olympus to preside over all.”
“He got away with trickery and rock swapping,” Finn mused. “That’s the level of responsibility dodging I can only dream of.”
“Says the man hiding on a mythical island from a powerful foe,” I teased. If Naxos had served Zeus well enough as a hiding place, I was confident I could keep Finn safe from anyone wanting to find him.
“Hiding here just got infinitely better,” Finn pointed out, then turned to me fully, rose on his toes, and pressed his soft lips against mine.
My heart fluttered each time he did this. My stomach filled with butterflies like I was eighteen all over again, my fingertips tingled whenever I touched him, and my body filled with a burning desire to lift Finn off his feet and carry him away.
“Show me Apollo’s Lantern, Percy,” he whispered over my lips. If I had imagined the tingles running through my body were at their maximum, their intensity just doubled.
The waning sunshine turned to the lovely colors of aged gold by the time we descended the hill and found our tavern.
Neither of us was hungry, although the evening was drawing close. We moved through the quaint tavern with its brick and wood interior design, climbed upstairs to a spacious suite, and Finn kissed me again once the doors closed. “I can’t believe I get to do this,” he whispered.
I cupped his cheek and looked into his warm, brown eyes. “I should have made things clear much sooner,” I said.
“Plenty of chances to make up for the lost time,” Finn said as he hovered his lips near mine, then denied me the pleasure of kissing him. With the corners of his lips curling up in a sneaky smile, he disappeared into the bathroom.
I left him to shower and returned downstairs to the tavern, ordering us a carafe of red wine and a large plate of fruit. I carried them back once Anamaria, who ran the tavern, had arranged them and found Finn in the bed. He lay on his front, propped up on his elbows, and rested his wrist in his hand, watching the bracelet. Flaming beams of sunlight fell on him, kissing his bare back, and I let my gaze travel down the length of his body. He wore only a pair of briefs and their seams were high on his round ass. The tight fabric hugged his butt lovingly.
If I were a talented painter, this would have been my masterpiece. But since I was the furthest thing from a painter, I only let my breath be drained away from me in awe of his exquisite appearance.
Finn turned his head gently over his shoulder. His gaze met mine and he cocked a corner of his lips into a smile. “Join me.”
I didn’t need to be told twice. I placed our fruit and wine on an antique dresser by the door and crossed the room to the large bed with many pillows, an elegant throw, a silk canopy, and a delicious man on it. As I knelt on the near side of the bed, it looked like the small of Finn’s bare back arched inward.
Air hitched in my throat. “You are so beautiful,” I said in a low, deep voice.
Finn closed his eyes and lifted his head high.
My fists sank into the mattress on either side of Finn’s broad shoulders. As I leaned in, I said, “All these days, I’ve been trying not to look at you. And I’ve failed every time.”
A soft chuckle escaped him. “And yesterday morning?”
My heart stumbled hard. “It was stronger than me,” I said, carefully lowering my body against his. My cock was hard, and when I let it press against Finn’s peachy butt, he sucked in a shallow breath of air. “I saw you like this,” I whispered. “Nearly naked, still wet, and so, so sexy. I couldn’t hold it anymore.”
“I like it when a man loses control like that,” Finn teased.
My chest was excruciatingly tight as I let all my weight sink down on him. Gold twinkled in the sunlight and I wrapped my hands around his wrists, lowering myself to my elbows for support. My front rested on his back, my hips dragged slowly back and forth so my cock could rub his ass. The layers of clothes still between us drove me crazy.
“I fantasized about walking back into the room. You sat on the edge of the bed and I walked up to you, looking into your eyes. I pressed my hand against your chest until you lay flat on your back.” My teeth closed around the soft part of his ear. Finn shivered hard enough that I felt it.
I began to drag myself down the length of his body, releasing his ear and pressing my lips against the back of his neck. Inch by inch, I moved down, kissing his back along his spine, feeling his heated, smooth skin under my lips and tongue. As I went lower, I turned his arms around, crossed them on the middle of his back, and locked his wrists in one hand, using the other one to feel his thighs.
Finn no longer spoke. Instead, a moan rose from his lips and he sank into the mattress.
I continued to kiss his back until my lips found the edge of his underwear. Then, without thinking about what would happen next, I followed my deepest desires and most passionate instincts. They were the things you kept away from the world. They were not to be advertised and flaunted but awarded to those you wanted the most.
My teeth closed around the bottom seam of his indigo briefs. Holding it firmly, I dragged the left seam between his cheeks, then did the same to the right. I could feel the prickles rising on his skin under my lips, so I kissed him. I kissed the warm, soft flesh of his ass, moving higher and lower and higher again. His underwear remained wedged between his cheeks, his wrists trapped in my hand, and his breaths shallow and quick.
My lips explored the length of his thighs while my hand cupped his right cheek and massaged him gently, my thumb moving nearer and nearer to the middle, feeling the tight fabric of his underwear where it still covered him. And when I slipped my hand under him, his hard cock throbbed in my hand.
“Percy, please,” he huffed. “Fuck, you’re killing me.” And for the first time, he moved to release his hands.
My grip tightened and Finn let out a small gasp. I could feel the tension running through him. He balled his fists and shivered as I dragged my tongue from his thigh to his ass, biting his cheek playfully and making him moan.
A moment later, he croaked again, “Please, fuck, I can’t…” A moan cut off his words, his cock throbbing in my tightening fist. His underwear was too tight to hold him comfortably when he was this hard. The mere thought of it made me ten degrees hotter.
I pulled my hand from under him, hooked my fingers inside the waistband of his underwear, and slowly peeled them over his ass, revealing more and more of his beautiful flesh. And when they were just under his cheeks, the front side pulling down his hard cock without releasing it, Finn cried out a lust-filled moan.
He thrust his hips back, lifting his cock off the mattress in the hope it would help relieve some pressure, but he positioned himself perfectly for me as he moved.
My mouth and nose pressed hard against the middle of his ass, buried between his cheeks and in the warmth of his body that radiated the lavender scent of the shower gel. As my tongue ventured out and met Finn’s warm flesh, his body convulsed, his head lifted, and a strangled cry dragged from his tight throat.
My left hand tightened around his increasingly restless wrists and he directed the motions into his hips. He thrust his ass back, pressing himself against my face. As I leaned into him, my clothes grew tight on me, my breaths seemed too shallow, and my mind refused to accept that this was really happening. He was mine. He really was.
I licked him and kissed him, my hand kneading his firm cheek and his moans filling my ears like the sweetest melody.
When I relaxed my grip on his wrists, he freed his hands at once. His right grabbed the bedsheet with desperate ferocity, and his left pressed hard against the back of my head, slamming us together and producing a whimper from his shuddering chest. “Oh, fuck, Percy,” he whispered, lifting his ass higher against my face.
Finn tightened his fist around the locks of my hair from the top of my head, rubbed himself shortly against me, cried out, and pulled away from me. He rolled over, his hard cock still tangled in his briefs. There was a circle of darker fabric where Finn’s cock stretched his briefs the thinnest, and my lips went there immediately. Soaked with precum, his briefs carried a strong scent of a familiar fabric softener and a trace of Finn’s musk.
He shuddered all over when my lips closed around the tip of his packed cock, and he grabbed my head with both hands, holding it between his legs for a few heartbeats before pushing me away. He panted and looked into my eyes. “You’re such a devil,” he said in a crackling voice.
“I’m only just warming up,” I said, my voice dropping a little lower, my eyes blazing with desire.
Finn’s stomach was chiseled, smooth skin tight over the hills and valleys of his abs and his rounded pecs. His dark nipples were hard under my fingertips once I’d dragged my hands over his torso and pinched him playfully.
His hands covered mine and led me slowly to his neck, where I closed them together and held him without squeezing. His eyes widened, and he nodded. “I want you, Percy.”
I want you, too , I thought.
“I want to look at you,” he said.
I released him and knelt up, undoing the buttons of my shirt with swift, deliberate moves. I shrugged it off and unbuckled my belt, then pulled my shorts down.
Finn sat up quickly, wrapped his arms around my body, and spun us around. I toppled onto my back with him on top of me, his heated lips pressing against the middle of my chest. He covered me with thirsty kisses, pressing his lips harder as he moved down as if to say, “I’m on top now.” His hands worked quickly to move my shorts all the way down my legs and his fingers soon hooked under the waistband of my boxer briefs. Pulling the elastic waistband over my hard cock, he clearly held his breath, his teeth closing around his lower lip.
I lifted my hips high enough so he could pull my underwear down and then lay on the bed and waited for him.
Finn inched down until both my shorts and underwear were on the floor behind his back. Then, he hastily pulled his briefs down and joined me in bed again. His hand found my cock and held it firmly while his lips covered my abdomen.
His hot breath covered my skin as he exhaled, his lips dragging down a thin happy trail to the cropped hair around my cock. And then, making my eyes roll back in my skull, Finn took me in his mouth and sucked me deep into his throat.
The flow of air cut off in my throat. My toes curled as I clutched the bedsheet. Feeling the warm, wet inside of his mouth all over my cock sent these fiery sensations through all of my body.
I let one hand run over the back of his head. The thick, dark locks of hair tangled with my fingers, and I lifted my hips, sliding my cock deeper into his mouth. Huffing, exhaling, and inhaling in short bursts, Finn swallowed me as much as he could, taking two-thirds of my length before a choking sound tore free from his throat, and he pulled his head back. Teary-eyed, he licked his lips, heaved a lungful of air, and quickly returned to his work.
The tingling that spread from my groin to the rest of me intensified with each second that ticked away. The pressure and impatience took over me. What little control I’d had over my body was gone, and I gripped a fistful of his hair harder, pushing myself into him until my heart thundered in my ears and Finn’s moans filled the room.
And when it felt so good that I was on the edge of my orgasm, I pushed his head away. I moved as if to swap positions, to return the favor, but Finn spread his wet lips into a mischievous grin. “No.” His hands pressed my chest abruptly, pinning me against the bed and kicking a huff out of me. “You just lie there.”
Crawling higher along the bed, Finn knelt on each side of my hips and slowly lowered his butt on my cock. He sat on me with his entire weight and swung his hips back and forth, his taint and balls rubbing the length of my dick just enough to tease me desperately but nowhere near enough to help me reach my climax.
“I want you inside me, Percy,” he said softly, riding me in slow and deliberate motions. “I want to feel you all the way in. I want to look at your face when you come. I want to feel you throb.”
A strangled moan ripped free from my throat.
“I want to look into your eyes when you lose control,” he whispered seductively, his voice no longer so high and pained but husky and teasing.
Finn allowed me enough room to move so I could reach the nightstand and the condoms and lube in the drawer. But as soon as I had them, Finn pinned me down again and took them into his hand instead. Slipping the condom out of the wrapper, he inched away from me enough to reveal my hard cock standing at full mast and rolled the rubber down. Squeezing lube out of the small package, he slicked my cock with gentle moves of his fist.
I watched the locks of hair fall over his brow and eyes. His cheeks were alight and his brow slightly sweaty. The shine of perspiration on his body made him glow as the last of the sunlight slanted through the west-facing window.
In a heartbeat, Finn was kneeling around my hips again, and his left hand was behind him, holding my cock in a firmer grip. His right hand opened, and he pressed his palm against my stomach as he lowered himself softly against my cock.
I throbbed in his hand the moment I felt his warm hole touch the tip of my dick.
After a few false starts that made my breathing grow shallower, Finn held his breath mid-moan and lowered himself again, impaling himself on my cock and shuddering visibly. He exhaled shakily, his muscles trembling as he let me enter him. His right hand pressed harder against my abs, fingers curling just enough to sink softly into my muscles.
He was tense as fuck as he swung his hips forward and pushed himself down again, his hole clenching hard around my cock and making me grunt with pain and pleasure.
The flames that had consumed me separately from Finn now merged with the fire that burned inside him. Together, we were like the core of the Sun. He relaxed, either by force of his will or the pleasure of our act, and I felt myself sliding deeper into him. His cock, straight as a spear and hard as marble, was slick with precum, throbbing simultaneously as his hole tightened and relaxed. In a matter of heartbeats, Finn’s breathing became more regular and he moved smoothly and with a sense of purpose. His abs flexed as he worked his way back and forth, sinking lower on me and rising higher. His balls, smooth and heavy, pressed hard against my lower abdomen every time he sat on me. His moans rose higher and louder when I gripped his hips and dragged him down on my cock.
He rode me, his pace increasing so much that I began to hyperventilate, heat consuming my face and sweat breaking out over my body.
We locked in a passionate embrace, connecting our bodies and our souls in a moment so brilliant that it outshined the Sun.
Finn lifted his ass a little higher, giving me room to work, and I dug my heels into the mattress before turning up the pace. I probed him, filled him so deep that breaths loudly caught in his throat, and let my dick slide relentlessly against his prostate.
Precum trickled down the underside of his upright cock. It glistened and made my mouth water. I wanted to hold him, yet I knew that if I touched him, he would finish. He was close anyway, but so was I.
“Fuck me harder,” he huffed, taking my hands off his hips and dragging them all the way up his torso. I felt his tense muscles under my fingers and the heat of his body as it rose madly. And when he placed my hands around his neck again, I did squeeze it, pulling him down on myself just as I thrust my hips up and filled him enough to make his moans louder.
We made love without any shame or discrimination. It was passionate and sweaty and loud, the sounds mixing and merging in my ears as our bodies slapped wetly together and our grunts and moans lost all their edges. We fucked like it was our last chance in this life, grappling and touching.
When I sat up, pulling him all the way down on myself, his cock and balls were trapped between us, but I wrapped my arms around his upper torso and kept pulling him down and lifting him up. The friction of our bodies moving around his dick and the perpetual stimulation of his prostate culminated in an explosive moment when Finn grabbed fistfuls of my hair and cried out. His own voice choked him as warmth spilled in long, uncontrolled splashes of his cum between us.
His hole pulsed quickly around me as I yanked him down, filling him balls-deep. Even as Finn still rode the high waves of his orgasm, I lost control and buried my head in the crook of his neck, my cock throbbing hard and spilling cum into the condom.
Finn pulled my head away and gazed into my eyes. His lips were parted, his breaths shaky and shallow, and his face glowing with heat and sweat. He watched me as I spent myself completely, finishing in one magnificent final crescendo and holding my breath as everything in me buzzed and trembled.
And when we were both finished, he inhaled a lungful of air, brought his head down, and pressed his lips hard against mine.
Breathless and exhausted, I surrendered to his sweet, healing kisses.
We lay on the bed, Finn on top of me, and kissed. Our kisses grew lazy, our breaths normal, but our embrace was just as firm as it had been before. We said nothing, but he held onto me just like I did onto him. And when he buried his head in my neck, I savored the warmth of his body against mine.
Naked, tired, and so ridiculously happy that I couldn’t imagine dozing off, I ran my fingers through Finn’s hair and wondered what tomorrow might bring. But before that could happen, we had a long night before us. Even as we regained our breaths, the coals in me burned hotter, and I wanted him again.
I don’t think I’ll ever stop wanting you , I thought. I don’t think that’s possible.
But for now, I simply held him. My hands could speak with a richer vocabulary than my mouth. My fingers ran through his hair, and my palms felt his body later, and they could tell him things I couldn’t put into words.