14. Finn
Chapter 14
Jaime was taking the revelation that supernatural beings exist so remarkably well that Finn was certain he was still in some prolonged state of shock.
Surely, he should take him to the hospital for a check-up? No one could handle what had happened in the past eight hours as well as Jaime was.
However, another very insistent part of Finn was begging him to take the man upstairs to his bed and claim him, to bite him and fuck him and come deep inside of him so that the world would know that Jaime was his.
“You’re staring again.” Jaime said it like an observation, not a complaint.
“I’m sorry. I keep wondering if maybe you’re still in shock and I should take you somewhere. I just, uh, never expected you, or anyone really, to be so casual about learning all of this. Also you’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, and it’s going to take me quite a while to get used to being in the same room as you.”
The last part sort of fell out, but, well. They were being honest, right?
Jaime blinked, mossy green eyes processing. He cocked his head at Finn. “How many people have you told? About, you know.” He waved his hands at him in the gesture he made when he was referring to Finn’s wolf.
“My shift.”
“Huh?”
Finn gave him a half smile. “We call it a shift. I’m a wolf shifter. So are Silas and Sheppard. We have a partial shift, the one you saw today, and a full one, where we look like very large wolves. But there are other shifters like us who take other forms. Foxes, bears, deer. Some other things. So, we call it a shift.”
Now it was Jaime’s turn to stare. Finn took a step toward him, bringing their chests close enough to meet with each inhale. “And, to answer your first question—no one, Jaime. I’ve told no one, because there’s never been anyone I wanted to tell. Not until you.”
“Oh.”
Finn felt Jaime’s exhale puff against his neck, and he fought to hide the canines that had refused to go away since dinner, when he’d had to rein himself in from growling at Silas to get out before bending Jaime over the kitchen counter. “Oh?”
Jaime narrowed his eyes in playful exasperation. “Yes. Oh.”
Finn laughed, but Jaime’s blink of surprise at his exposed canines had Finn snapping his mouth shut and stepping back.
But a cool, freckled hand cupped his face and halted his retreat. Jaime’s eyes were soft like new grass, and he did not look away. “Will you show me again? Your shift?”
“Jaime, you don’t have to?—”
“You don’t need to take me to the hospital, Finn. I’m not in shock. I’m not sure I have the words to explain why, or how, but I feel free. I feel like I can see things more clearly now, like I understand more of what I have found myself involved in, and that makes me feel better. I feel more like myself than I have in a very long time.”
He shuffled closer, closing the distance between them—a long line of warmth where they were pressed chest to chest and hip to hip. “Yes, I was scared today. But not of you. I’ve never been scared of you. And yes, I am overwhelmed, but you are helping to make that better. Whatever you have to tell me, or show me, it’s not going to scare me off. I want you, I want to see?—”
Finn kissed him.
It was hard and all consuming, his entire world centering on the softness of Jaime’s lips and the press of him everywhere, everywhere.
He cupped the nape of Jaime’s neck and leaned in, tilting the shorter man’s head back and angling his jaw, devouring his soft gasp of surprise. Finn’s lips parted, tongue searching until Jaime opened up for him. At first, he tried to keep his teeth restrained so he didn’t frighten him, not now that they were here, but then Jaime was cupping his face in return, and darted his tongue out to lap at the tip of one of Finn’s canines.
He nearly came in his pants.
The groan that left him was not human, and Jaime’s responding moan had him harder than he’d ever been in his life. Keeping his hand wrapped around the soft skin at Jaime’s nape, tongues still searching and claiming and Jaime’s hands dancing up and down Finn’s back and chest like he didn’t know where he wanted to feel, to hold, Finn grabbed Jaime by the hip and walked him backwards until he was pressed up against the wall, caged in.
Finn ground his hips into Jaime’s, rocking their hard lengths together until Jaime broke the kiss with a gasp, head thrown back. He loosed himself upon the freckled planes of exposed skin, nipping and sucking, reveling in the slightly salty tang of Jaime’s sweat mixed with his lemon and vanilla taste as he made his way down his long neck.
Finn stopped when he reached the spot where Jaime’s shoulder and neck connected—where his scent concentrated, beckoning. Right where he’d bite and claim him.
And then I can knot him and he will be mine forever.
Soon.
Jaime mewled and squirmed beneath his lips and teeth, gasping his name in breathy exhales, his fingers tangled in Finn’s hair, tugging lightly. “Finn. Finn. Please, touch me. I want you. So long, I’ve wanted this for so long. Please.”
Jaime’s trembling hand took hold of Finn’s where it was pressing fingerprints into his hip and moved it to his front, grinding the hard bulge in his pants against Finn’s palm.
They both gasped. “Fuck, yes, Jaime. Yes. I’ll give you what you want, I’ll give it to you baby.”
Finn fumbled with Jaime’s zipper, pushing his pants and briefs down just enough to pull his hot, hard cock out and take him in hand. Halting the love bites he’d been nipping along Jaime’s collarbone, Finn panted and looked down to where he slowly pumped Jaime’s cock.
It fit perfectly in his hand, with the flushed head peeking out of his closed fist, leaking already. He wanted to taste it, to lap at Jaime’s precum and choke on his cockhead after lodging it down the back of his throat.
He wanted to swallow Jaime whole.
“Fuck, you’re perfect Jaime. Perfect.” Finn started to pull away, made to get on his knees, but Jaime’s grip in his hair and around his shoulders tightened, halting him.
“I want to feel you, Finn.” Jaime hooked a leg around his hip and thrust himself into the cradle of Finn’s hand, yanking him back in close and rocking against his prominent erection.
A broken groan left Finn as he began fumbling with his own zipper and dropping his pants just low enough for his cock to spring free.
“Fuck,” Jaime grunted, breaths heavy as they both looked down, foreheads pressed together and taking in the size difference between them. Finn wanted to howl with how perfect his mate was.
“Can I touch you?” Jaime asked.
Finn had never wanted anything more in his life than to feel Jaime’s hands on him in this moment, and couldn’t bring himself to be ashamed of the way his voice cracked when he begged, “Please, Jaime. Yes. Touch me, baby.”
He claimed Jaime’s mouth again, and the tentative, unsure touch ghosting up and down his shaft nearly sent him through the roof. Breaking the kiss but staying close, lips brushing up against each other as they moved, Finn released his hold on Jaime’s cock and gripped his hand instead, so that they were both wrapped around Finn.
“Like this,” he guided, and squeezed the younger man’s hand around his length, setting a hard, steady pace. Feeling Jaime’s soft, cool palm pumping him had him throbbing in pleasure, head dropping to rest on Jaime’s shoulder as his balls pulled tight in impending release.
Jaime began thrusting up against their knuckles and whining for more friction. “F-Finn. I’m going to come s-soon,” he hiccuped.
“Fuck, baby, me too. I’ve got you. I’ll get you there.”
Finn released his hold over Jaime’s fist and batted his hand away. Looking directly into his eyes, wide and hazy with pleasure, Finn ran his tongue several times along his palm. When it was slick enough, he reached back down and took both of their cocks in hand. He stroked them together in long, hard pulls that had Jaime mewling and gasping and clinging onto Finn’s shoulders like he couldn’t hold himself up anymore.
Jaime’s leg tightened around Finn’s waist, hips thrusting up into his fist where he pumped them in rhythmic slides that were driving them both mad with pleasure, Finn’s wolf surging up and wanting to take over.
He forced the shift back, not ready to deal with the particulars of that right now. But, Silas had been right. In the past, his wolf had been nearly dormant during his various hookups. Now, with Jaime, it was clawing for release.
His wolf grumbled, successfully tucked away for now, and Finn grasped the nape of Jaime’s neck again, fingers tangling in his hair as he held him close. Driving the most beautiful sounds from Jaime with each tug and flick of his wrist around their crowns, slipping against each other in their combined precum, he brought them both hurtling toward the edge. “Come, Jaime. Come for m-me.”
Jaime inhaled sharply, and Finn couldn’t look away as the boy’s mouth dropped open in a silent scream. He felt the hot splash of cum coat his hand as he continued to pump them both through Jaime’s orgasm, who was trembling as his cock kicked in Finn’s fist, hands clutching and grappling on his shoulders.
It was the scent of Jaime’s release that punched Finn over the edge, too, and he continued to pump them both, now slick with Jaime’s cum, for a few more pulls until he cried out, shouting Jaime’s name and pressing him into the wall as Finn thrust and ground his release into the cradle of Jaime’s hips.
Cock throbbing and shooting long ribbons of cum between them, pleasure simmered at the base of Finn’s spine as he buried his face in Jaime’s hair and pulled his sex-heavy scent deep into his lungs.
For long moments they stood there, breathing each other in, with Finn’s weight holding Jaime up. Eventually, Jaime’s leg released its tight hold on his hip and slid down, and he committed to memory the breathy, hitched murmurs Jaime made while still floating in a post-climax state. Their soft, over-sensitive cocks hung nestled against each other, and both of their shirts were streaked with cum.
Some of Finn’s release had landed all the way up on Jaime’s chin, and he watched Jaime slowly uncurl his tight grip on Finn’s shoulder and swipe at it. Green eyes flicked up and met his, as if making sure Finn was watching, before the tip of Jaime’s pink tongue darted out from his swollen lips and lapped Finn’s spill off the pad of his thumb.
If he could come again so soon, he would have.
“Jaime.” Finn’s voice was low and gravelly, words thick between his still descended canines.
Jaime lifted a hand up to his cheek and ran the pad of his thumb along Finn’s lips, exposing the tip of a fang. “So that’s why you sometimes sound like you swallowed a bit.”
Finn stared, enthralled as he explored his sharp teeth like they weren’t dangerous, or frightening, or all of the other things that Finn feared he was.
Hand falling away, Jaime began to fidget with the hem of his t-shirt as he peeked up through cinnamon lashes and gave him a shy smile. “Um, so. That was… nice. Good. It was good. Was it good for you?”
The earnest hope and vulnerability shining in his eyes dashed any fears Finn had that Jaime would regret what they had done together. He nodded, and leaned back in for a slower, tender kiss. It was gentle in a way their kisses hadn’t been before, but still devastating. Finn wanted to luxuriate in Jaime’s lips and tongue forever.
Long moments later, Finn broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around Jaime in a tight hold, pressing sweet words into his hair. “I’ve never come so hard in my life.”
He exhaled, unable to find the words for how axis-shifting and revelatory it was to hold Jaime in his arms, to kiss him and hear his sounds of pleasure and know that he was the one responsible. All he could say was his name, over and over. “Jaime. My Jaime.”
Jaime shuddered in Finn’s arms, and he realized they were both still streaked with drying come, pants undone. So gently, he reached down and tucked Jaime away, righting his clothes, and then did the same for himself. Taking off his shirt, he swiped at the cum covering them both. “We should go clean up. I can give you a change of clothes, if you like.”
Finn pretended to forget that Jaime had brought his own overnight bag—he wanted him in his shirt.
Apparently, Jaime was also willing to pretend. “I’d like that.”
The moment still felt too tender for conversation, so Finn took Jaime’s hand and led him up the stairs to his bathroom. After finding an old t-shirt and a pair of sweats with a drawstring, he set them on the counter for Jaime to change into when he was done. “Leave your dirty clothes on the counter and I’ll put them in the wash. If you need anything, just holler.”
Jaime smiled and nodded, and Finn shut the door behind him before promptly face-planting onto his giant bed, star-fishing his legs and arms. He luxuriated in the sounds of Jaime padding around his bathroom and stepping into the shower.
Jaime knows that I turn into a giant animal, and he’s not afraid.
Jaime just came in my hand, pressed up against me, and he said it was good.
If this was a dream, he never wanted to wake up.
Still, there was a lot to be said between them. Finn needed to fill him in on the rest of the mess with Jeffrey Dugan, and before anything else happened between them he needed to tell Jaime everything about what it would mean for them to be together.
He needed to tell Jaime that he was Finn’s mate, and what that meant for them if they decided to make the bond, or reject it. It wasn’t fair to keep that from him any longer. So he got up, snagged Jaime’s dirty clothes from the bathroom counter, and threw them in the wash.
And he did not smell them. Even though he wanted to. Very much.
When Jaime stepped out from the bathroom Finn was again sitting on his bed, albeit with a little more dignity than before in preparation for this conversation.
However, upon noticing that Jaime was wearing Finn’s t-shirt, and only his t-shirt, all of Finn’s rational thoughts and plans were forgotten. While it covered the swell of his ass, landing somewhere mid-thigh, the sight of Jaime’s long, bare legs would have brought him to his knees if he weren’t already sitting.
All of those freckles leading up, up, up… he needed to follow them and bury his face in the soft swell of Jaime’s thighs—needed to know if they tasted as delicious as they looked, dusting him all over.
And then the fucking scent of him; he still smelled like Jaime, all lemony sweetness, but also like Finn’s soap and his shirt and the faint musk of his cum still lingering… devastating.
Absolutely devastating.
“Come here,” Finn rumbled, holding out a hand. He wondered if his teeth would ever look human again now that the taste and scent of Jaime was permanently branded on his senses.
Jaime, already pink and flushed from the hot water, shyly made his way over and braced his hands on Finn’s shoulders. He grabbed Jaime’s hips, hands spreading wide so that his pinky tips teased the bare skin of Jaime’s thighs as he slid them up, and down, up, and down.
Jaime made a throaty noise, eyes hooded, and stepped further into Finn’s hold. “Finn... Is it always like this?”
He looked into Jaime’s eyes, and saw the answer to a question he’d wondered about since he felt Jaime’s tentative, inexperienced touch on his cock downstairs. Still, he needed to hear Jaime say it. “No. Never. It’s never been like this for me with anyone else.”
Finn exhaled hard, and tugged Jaime down until he was curled up next to him, arms wrapped around each other. “I have had sex with other men, but it’s been a long time. There was never anyone I wanted to be serious with, and casual flings just made me feel tired.” At Jaime’s glance, he clarified. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with casual, it’s just not for me.”
Jaime tucked his chin back in, nuzzling further into Finn’s side. “So this isn’t casual, for you?”
“No. No Jaime, this is not casual. It never has been. This, what’s between you and I… there are things I still need to tell you about me, about what I am. It will help all of this make sense, why this feels so intense. But before we do that, I want to make sure you’re ok with what we did together downstairs.”
Jaime sat up and looked at him in surprise. “I—yes! That was amazing, Finn. I wanted that. I want you.” He blushed and pulled back, sitting up fully. “I’ve, um. I’ve never done that. With anyone. Ever.” He cast his eyes around, twisting the hem of Finn’s t-shirt so that it was riding even further up the soft swell of his thighs.
Focus.
Finn reached out and took Jaime’s hand in his, thumbs soothing along the tops of his knuckles. Jaime’s eyes found his again and some of the tension left his body. “I’ve exchanged exactly two handjobs with a guy I met in college, but it never went further before school got out for the summer and he moved back home. We hadn’t really been seeing each other, so when he left we just stopped talking, it wasn’t like a breakup or anything.”
Finn nodded, and Jaime continued. “So I’ve never, you know, had sex. Or, anything else. What we did, for me, was everything. It felt like everything.”
He pulled Jaime back into him. “It was everything for me, too. And I definitely want to do it again, and more, if that’s what you want. Soon. Very soon,” Finn growled. “But I really do need to tell you some things first, so that you know what being with me would entail.”
“I know. Thank you. And I do understand why you’ve kept this from me. It’s not exactly the kind of thing you can just go around telling people. I still think you should have told me about Jeffrey Dugan’s involvement from the start, but I understand why you kept this part from me,” Jaime said.
Finn palmed the back of his neck. “Right, about that… let me shower first, and then I’ll tell you everything.”
Jaime raised an eyebrow at him, but agreed. “Fine.”