2. Jaime
Chapter 2
Jaime
THREE DAYS UNTIL HALLOWEEN
O ver the next few days, Finn and Jaime discussed his fantasy thoroughly.
To Jaime’s utter delight, the day after their conversation Finn had looked up primal play while at work, texting him a few articles highlighting the various aspects they would need to discuss before they acted on their plan. Along with several emojis that conveyed how hot and bothered he was by everything he read.
Finn wasn't willing to leave anything ambiguous on the table, given how new it was for them both, Jaime’s PTSD, and the fact that Finn wouldn’t be playing a predator—he actually was one. Lines could accidentally be crossed in a high-intensity situation like that, and he was focused on making sure everything would be safe and fun for them both, especially this first time.
Jaime loved him so fucking much for it.
He felt silly afterwards for the hot sting of embarrassment and hurt that had been his knee-jerk reaction when Finn hadn’t immediately jumped on him after he voiced the idea. He’d been nervous to bring up something so different, something that would require a level of trust and rawness he hadn’t shared with anyone else, ever. And he hadn’t wanted Finn to think that their everyday sex life wasn’t spectacular—because it absolutely fucking was—or that Jaime thought of him as a wild animal.
He’d worried about a lot of things, really, and he’d taken Finn’s checking in on him as rejection, rather than consideration for his needs and safety.
But if he was worried that discussing their boundaries with each other would cool him off of wanting to try primal play with Finn, or sterilize the act by setting guidelines for each other, he was sorely mistaken. Because after discussing the few things they didn’t want to do together, they moved to the things they did want to do, and it quickly became clear to Jaime just how much Finn wanted this with him, heightening his anticipation even more.
“First, we need a color system,” Finn said a couple of nights after they’d first discussed it. They’d curled up on the couch together, content and full after eating homemade fettuccine Alfredo, while Finn flipped through the articles he’d read on primal play.
“A color system? Like a safe word?” Jaime asked.
“Sort of. If we do a color system, like traffic lights, we can check in on each other. Green for all good, yellow for pause and discuss, and red for stop.”
Jaime ran his fingers up Finn’s forearm. “You’re sexy when you study.”
Finn snickered. “Do those colors work for you?”
Jaime nodded, tucking further into Finn’s side. “Yeah, those sound good. I like that we can pause that way, instead of just stopping altogether.”
They talked through some of the more common aspects of primal play, and Finn asked Jaime what parts he’d enjoyed most from the books he’d read. Jaime blushed, but slowly explained that it was the chase, the rawness of leaning into their roles of “predator” and “prey,” paired with the lack of control, and the inevitability of surrender to Finn, and only Finn, that he found almost… healing.
Intoxicating and sexy, yes, but knowing it was Finn chasing him, Finn catching him, Finn holding him down, that nothing would stop Finn from finding him and giving him pleasure beyond anything he thought possible, that soothed his frayed edges.
When Jaime finished explaining, Finn looked at him as softly as he ever had, and kissed his temple. “Is that something you want to do more, outside of primal play? Like, some kind of Dom and sub dynamic, in our regular sex lives?”
Jaime squirmed. “Um, maybe? I actually think it could be fun to try being the more dominant one, every now and then. If that’s something you would want? Sometimes, when I’m blowing you, or licking your fangs, you get sort of… melty. You’re all big, and soft, and you make this whimpering noise that makes me want to tell you what to do to me.”
The imprint of Finn’s cock lengthened down the leg of his joggers as Jaime spoke. “Yes, Jaime. Yes, we can definitely try that,” he choked through his descended canines.
Jaime turned his head to kiss Finn’s cheek. “Thank you. But, that’s a discussion for another day. For now—I don’t want to be tied up. I don’t think I’d handle that very well, all things considered, and you’re more than strong enough to hold me down already. Also, don’t pee on me. Or in me. No peeing, please. And don’t spit directly into my mouth.”
Finn blinked. “Noted. No peeing, no spitting. Ah, well, what about prep? Lube is a hard line for me, and I know how much you enjoy the stretch, but I really don’t want to risk knotting you without making sure you’re ready.”
Jaime nodded. “I’ve thought about that. I think I want to prep myself beforehand, and then I can wear a plug. I like the idea of you not caring whether I’m ready or not, but I don’t actually want you to knot me without some help,” he finished, chuckling.
“I agree,” Finn nodded. “And no intentional pain. Or blood, or anything like that, either. I don’t want to worry about hurting you too much. It would take me out of it, and that’s not a line I want to brush up against.”
That was just fine with Jaime. He wasn't into intentional pain; he loved Finn's intensity and how overwhelming sex with him could be, and he wanted to see him truly let go, to act on his unmitigated need, but not to cause pain for pain's sake.
Finn said he would have to run several patrols around their home before they started, to make sure they were alone in the woods, and then they decided that Halloween night after they got home from Silas and Sam’s would be the night they tried.
“And if you’re not totally feeling it, we can wait, baby. I don’t want to push it,” Finn said, voice gentle.
Jaime knocked his forehead into Finn’s. “That goes both ways, you know. You’ve been so concerned about whether I feel safe, but if you don’t feel right about something, or aren’t enjoying it, just say the word, and it’s done. It won’t hurt my feelings. I promise. I only want this if you do, too.”
Finn smiled softly. “Thank you.”
Grinning, Jaime said, “No matter how Halloween night ends, I’m looking forward to spending it with you, Mr. Swoony Broad Shoulders.”
Finn guffawed. “ Mr. Swoony Broad Shoulders ? What is that?”
“It’s what I called you in my head before we met, when we were still talking through the app. It was the shoulders that did it for me, really,” Jaime said, sighing wistfully.
Finn’s eyes twinkled. “Is that so? Well, how do they hold up in reality? Are they swoony enough for you?”
Jaime turned in his arms, straddling Finn’s lap on their oversized, man-eating couch. He sat back against Finn’s knees, cocking an eyebrow as he assessed the broad shoulders in question. “Hmm… I’m not sure. I think I’ll need a closer look. Or maybe just a different viewing angle…”
Finn twisted so he was laying back against the armrest with Jaime straddling him from above. Taking his mouth in a searing kiss, Finn guided Jaime’s hips to grind down against his own, making Jaime’s head go fuzzy from the friction.
Breaking the kiss, Jaime palmed Finn’s chest and shoulders. “This is a little better, but I’m still not sure,” he teased.
Finn growled and nipped at Jaime’s fingertips, before he heaved him further up his chest, working his sweatpants down so that Jaime was straddling Finn’s face, his cock bobbing heavily. “How about you just take a seat on these shoulders while you think it through, and I’ll make myself busy until you’ve made your decision.”
Jaime wasn’t capable of making any more jokes or decisions for a while after that.
HALLOWEEN MORNING
“How does that look?” Jaime asked, turning toward Sam.
His brother was standing out on the sidewalk in front of Silas' house, arms crossed against the chilly breeze and head slightly tilted. “It's crooked.”
Jaime looked at where Finn and Silas were each holding up the end of a banner that read, “Trick-or-Treat!” in large, block letters. “Go up a little on the left.”
Finn reached further, the banner pulling tight as he angled it higher up the porch awning. “There?” he huffed, out of breath from how long they’d been standing with their arms stretched above their heads.
“Still crooked, you need to go over a little more on the right,” Sam said, motioning to the end Silas was holding.
He grumbled something under his breath, but shifted the banner further out. Both wolves had refused to use a ladder, claiming it wouldn’t be too hard to hang, but the spot Jaime had picked out just above the porch steps was proving more difficult to align than they’d thought.
That, or Sam was just fucking with them. Which was entirely possible.
“Now?” Silas asked, voice strained, the bottom of his shirt pulling up from the stretch of his arms over his head.
Jaime took a step back to peer up at where they were holding it in place. It looked straight to him, so he turned to Sam for confirmation from his vantage point on the sidewalk, only to find his brother's gaze wasn't fixed on the banner at all, but on Silas' exposed midriff.
Ugh.
"Seriously?" he asked, trying not to grin. "You've got a bit of drool, just there." Jaime mimed wiping his chin, and Sam snapped out of his daze, narrowing his eyes in warning.
"It looks fine,” he sniped, chin raised. “Now, I’m cold. I’m going inside to carve another pumpkin.” Sam stomped up the porch and through the front door, passing under the banner that was definitely straight, and probably had been for the last few minutes while he ogled Silas.
Jaime rolled his eyes and turned just in time to catch the shit-eating grin Silas shot Sam as he walked by, like he knew exactly what he’d been up to the entire time, and played along anyway.
And they complain Finn and I are bad.
Silas and Finn finished securing the banner in place while Jaime tore open a bag of faux spider web material and began stringing it up along the porch railings.
Last night they’d gathered all the decorations Jaime wanted to bring to Silas and Sam’s, and on their way over this morning he and Finn had stopped off at the Silver Dollar, the general store they had wandered around in on their very first “date,” to grab some pumpkins to carve for this evening.
Jaime had even scrounged together a few things to pass as costumes for him and Sam to wear, if he was up for it. It had been a rough few weeks for them all, Sam especially, and Jaime thought that forgetting about everything for an evening and having a little fun would do them good.
Other than messing with Silas and Finn in a clear attempt to stare at Silas without anyone noticing, Sam had been more reserved than usual, today. Not in the same way he’d been last year—no, he was still present, in the sense that he answered Jaime’s questions, and volunteered to be the designated pumpkin carver when Jaime and Finn had hauled in half a dozen of them this morning, and seemed genuinely happy that he and Finn were there.
But there was still something off, something missing in his countenance. Almost as though he was watching them all through a window; like the three of them were inside, decorating and laughing and making the most of this lull in the hellscape their lives had become lately, while Sam watched from outside, staying just long enough to soak it in before he turned and left.
Jaime shuddered at the comparison. No. Sam wasn’t leaving—he was right there, with them. He’d been through some tough shit, and just needed more time to recover.
Lost in thought, Jaime made his way along the side of the house where the porch wrapped around, and finished stringing the spiderwebs all over the railing. He felt Finn come up behind him, and turned just in time to intercept the kiss he’d meant for his cheek.
“Are you alright, baby?” Finn whispered, raking his claws through Jaime’s hair.
Jaime smiled. His observant mate always sensed when his thoughts were weighing on him. “I’m fine. Just thinking. Pass me those spiders?”
The crease between Finn’s eyebrows appeared, but he handed over one of the plastic, fuzzy creatures anyway and watched as Jaime tucked it into the giant web. “Are you nervous about this evening?”
Jaime shook his head, grateful for the turn in his thoughts. He looked around to check that they were alone, before whispering, “No, I’m not nervous for this evening. I’m actually quite… ready, if you know what I mean. Very, very ready.”
He pressed up against Finn, and guided one of his overlarge hands around so that he was cupping Jaime’s ass. He saw the moment Finn felt the base of the plug through the denim; watched his nostrils flare, canines punching through his gums as he crowded Jaime back against the porch railing, nipping at the base of his throat.
“ Jaime. When did you put this in, hmm?”
“Just a few minutes ago, when I went to the bathroom while the three of you were busy hanging the lights,” he said with a smirk.
Finn huffed a laugh. “Sneaky, sneaky boy.”
A pulse of arousal shot down the length of Jaime’s cock, aided by the way Finn was pressing gently on the flared base of the plug, his hand hidden from sight by the porch railing.
“Are you going to tell me how naughty I’ve been?” Jaime asked, mostly to tease. He wanted to rile Finn up a bit before this evening. But when a smug, cocky smile stretched across his face, exposing more of one fang, Jaime had a feeling he was about to regret starting this little game.
“And why would I do that, when we both know how much you prefer it when I tell you what a good boy you are?” Finn angled his knee up between Jaime’s legs, grinding the meat of his thigh into Jaime’s cock while pressing harder on the base of the plug from behind.
Jaime’s breath caught in his throat, and he took hold of Finn’s shoulders to steady himself.
Leaning in, Finn whispered his next words right into Jaime’s ear. “Or what about when I tell you how good you are at swallowing my cock, hmm? Choking on it like you can’t breathe without the taste of me in your mouth, lips spit-messy and swollen.”
Jaime whimpered, both from Finn’s words and the way he was rocking Jaime back and forth between the plug stretching him open and the friction of his thigh.
“But the thing you do best,” Finn crooned, “is taking my knot deep into this tight ass, yeah? I barely even have to push it in, most nights, with how greedy your hole is to be filled by your mate’s cock. Isn’t that what makes you my best boy ?”
“ Fuck,” Jaime croaked, hazy with lust and wishing Finn would find some hidden alcove, shove him into it, and do all of the filthy things he’d just said.
“Answer me, baby,” Finn groaned, giving the meat of Jaime’s ass a firm squeeze.
“Yes. I’m your good boy. Just yours,” Jaime whispered, breathless.
Finn chuffed, and pressed his smile into Jaime’s hair. “See? Now, why would I call you naughty when it’s so much easier to take you apart with just a few words of praise?” He stepped back and released Jaime, who wobbled for a second, grasping onto the railing until he felt steadier on his feet.
Jaime glared up at Finn, and reached down to tuck his hardened cock into the waistband of his jeans. “That wasn’t fair.”
Finn winked, doing the same with his own erection. “Two can play the teasing game, baby.”
“Oh, you haven’t seen teasing yet,” Jaime mumbled.
Something predatory flashed in Finn’s eyes, but before he could retort, the front door opened and Silas hollered, “Are you two done now? We’re bringing out the pumpkins.”
Jaime cast one last haughty look at Finn, walking around him to where Silas and Sam were carrying out their jack-o'-lanterns to place on either side of the steps leading up the porch, freshly carved and ready to be lit. Finn grinned, and lightly smacked his ass as he passed by before turning to follow.
Silas and Sam rolled their eyes nearly in unison, almost like they’d planned it.
Sam and Jaime dropped several battery-operated tea lights into each pumpkin, making their wide, goofy grins and toothy scowls glow in the dim, cloudy afternoon. Meanwhile, Finn and Silas set the two life-sized skeletons they’d bought in rocking chairs on either side of the front door.
When the totes that Finn and Jaime had brought were finally empty, the four of them stepped back onto the sidewalk together, taking in their hard work.
Orange and purple twinkle lights were hung all along the awning at even intervals, wrapping around the porch and winding up the support beams, giving the whole yard a warm, welcoming glow. Finn had hung paper bats from the ceiling, and they gently swayed and danced in the light, autumn breeze. The pumpkins that Silas and Sam had carved looked amazing sitting on either side of the porch steps, all six of them made to look a little different, ranging from funny to menacing. The banner topped everything off, welcoming their soon-to-arrive trick-or-treaters.
"It's perfect," Jaime exclaimed, a wide grin on his face.
"This was fun," Sam added, almost shyly. Jaime slung an arm over his shoulder.
Silas clapped Finn on the back. “Right. So, where’s the candy?"
Finn paled. “I thought you said you two were going to get it?”
Together, Jaime and Sam rolled their eyes and said, “Oh, for crying out loud!”
Finn sighed. “I’ll go get my truck keys.”