15. Jaime
Chapter 15
Jaime was physically and emotionally exhausted from everything that had already happened that day, but he kept himself awake while Finn showered by snooping through his room and then moving his clothes to the dryer. He threw on a pair of his old, ratty sweats, and when he stepped back into the room, Finn was already dressed in a soft t-shirt and white boxer briefs.
Yum.
The apprehensive look on Finn’s face pulled him from marveling that he’d felt that prominent bulge in Finn’s underwear come all over him just an hour or so ago, and he pushed aside thoughts of heated touches and slick tongues so that they could talk.
Ugh, fine.
He took Finn’s hand as they settled back onto the king-sized bed and sat cross-legged, knee to knee, while Finn filled him in on, well, everything.
Ok, not everything.
He hadn’t explained what he was implying about them being together together, yet. But what he had told Jaime was quite enough to process, for now, thank you very much. It was still true, though, that he felt better after knowing the full scope of the mess he’d found himself in, that he felt more grounded and present than he had in a very long time.
And not all of that was due to Finn tugging his soul out through his dick a few hours ago.
Fuck, that had been the absolute hottest thing he’d ever experienced in his life, and he’d read enough smut and experimented with enough sex toys to know a thing or two about intense orgasms, even if they had been at his own hand. Or his own vibrating dildo.
The way they had come together was completely overwhelming, leaving Jaime feeling spent and unmoored until he looked into Finn’s eyes and swore he felt a warm pull snap between them, tethering him.
And Finn hadn’t let him flounder.
No, he’d held him through it all, and then opened up to Jaime about his past sex life in a way that made Jaime feel like he could talk about his, or the lack thereof, in a way that wasn’t embarrassing. It had been perfect, and Jaime very much wanted to do it again. He wanted more.
But right now, he needed to process the fact that a very large and powerful wolf pack was actively trying to kill him because of the vague possibility that he had incriminating information on one of their high ranking members.
“If they are this intense over someone who might be able to cause trouble for them, what do they do to someone who is actually a threat?”
Finn reached out and took hold of one of his hands, stopping him from fiddling with the hem of his t-shirt. Finn’s t-shirt. That had been a spontaneous moment of bravery, and Jaime was very glad he’d ridden the wave of confidence, because walking out of the bathroom and seeing the lust glaze Finn’s eyes had been very fun.
“They kill them.”
Jaime whipped his head up. “Wait, are you saying you think Vera was a threat to them? And that’s why they killed her?”
Finn shrugged. “I don’t know. The part I told you about before is true; if I had to bet, she died so that Jeffrey has control over the Novikov fortune. But, maybe she was.”
“Then what were you referring to?”
Finn continued to stroke his thumb over Jaime’s knuckles. “Silas’s family used to be a part of the Salt Creek pack. His family fled in the dead of night when he was just a boy because the alpha threatened to kill him. That’s when he started going to the same school that I did in Monroe.”
“The alpha threatened to kill a child? Why?” Jaime couldn’t mask the disgust in his voice.
Finn shook his head. “I don’t know. Silas has never told me the reasons they fled, just that it had something to do with him and an ultimatum the alpha made. I’m not even sure he knows the full story, his parents were always very tight-lipped about it. They said it was for his safety.”
Finn shifted, their knees bumping as the mattress bounced them against each other. “We left for the military right out of high school and moved to Silver Rapids when we got out. The people there, paranormals, don’t like the Salt Creek pack. Their violent and old-school reputation draws too much attention, and paranormals move to Silver Rapids to get away, not to have the police showing up on their doorstep every other week. But that means we’ve never really had to interact with them until now.”
Jaime cocked his head. “Old-school?”
Finn waved a hand. “Traditional pack way of living. It’s very hierarchical, they all live together in compounds and what the alpha says is law and all that. If an investigative reporter discovered their home den without the paranormal context, I’m sure they would think it was some ultra-conservative cult or something.”
Jaime shuddered, flipping Finn’s hand to trace patterns along his palm. “So that’s why you were the one to stay with me in the beginning, and not Silas—because he didn’t want to be on Salt Creek’s radar.”
Finn closed his hand around Jaime’s. “It’s the reason we all agreed for it to be that way, yes. But it was not my first reason, Jaime. I told you, I couldn’t stay away after I heard about the leak. I was planning to find you on my own, before I found out about the contract. My being here was inevitable—I just had the lucky excuse of your brother hiring us to make it official.”
He squeezed Jaime’s hand again. “And if you had told me that you didn’t want to see me, that you didn’t want me in your life…”
Finn looked up, eyes nearly feral with intensity. “I would have stayed in the woods outside of your house in my wolf form every single night until I knew that you were safe again.”
Jaime blinked, mouth slightly open. Finn’s eyes were piercing, almost challenging him to look away, to turn away from him. “Does that scare you? Was that too much?”
Determined to rise to that challenge in Finn’s eyes, Jaime just shook his head and tugged on the hand in his until Finn was leaning over him, one hand supporting his weight at Jaime’s hip.
This close, Jaime’s gaze darted back and forth between Finn’s. “I asked you before. Will you show me your shift, again? The one from earlier?”
Finn exhaled hard and broke eye contact, as if surprised that Jaime did not shrink away from him. “It’s late, and you’ve had a very long day. We should get some sleep and we can talk about the rest in the morning, yeah?”
Jaime looked down, but nodded. He was disappointed that Finn had dodged his question a second time, but he was right. It was late, and it wouldn’t do to have any more serious conversations until they’d both had a good night’s rest.
“Um, so I’ll just go to the guest—oof.”
Suddenly finding himself flat on his back and staring up at Finn looming over him, goosebumps shot up his arms as Finn spoke. “You will not sleep in a bed that smells like another man, Jaime.”
Wide-eyed, Jaime nodded, but knew the second Finn felt the evidence of what that goddamn tone did to him, his already chubbed-up cock hardening and tenting his threadbare sweatpants.
A predatory gleam flashed in Finn’s eyes, and he shot him a wolfish grin as he pressed his own hardening erection down against Jaime’s. “Nngh. Finn, if you keep doing th-that, I'll have to go to the guest room just to get some sleep.”
Finn growled, and began rocking as he pressed, the pressure of his cock grinding into Jaime’s and making him go hazy and loose. “You’ll sleep here with me tonight.”
Jaime’s dick throbbed at his words, the glans catching on the fabric of his pants, tacky with precum. “Fuck!”
Finn chuckled, and the bass note rumbled low in his belly. “Do you like it when I tell you what to do, Jaime?”
He whined, but the fog of lust and desire made it easy to tell the truth. “Yes.”
Finn chuckled again, and began nipping his canines along Jaime’s neck and exposed collar bone. “I thought so, baby. I knew it wasn’t just those filthy romances you read that had you smelling like dessert all day. Like a goddamn four course meal, Jaime. Fuck. Do you have any idea how hard it was to resist you? Hmm?”
Instead of letting him answer, Finn pulled back from his nips and licks along his jawline and propped himself up on his forearms by Jaime’s head. He widened his knees, caging Jaime in and giving himself more leverage to press his hips down even more insistently, making Jaime cry out.
Finn continued like that, steadily rocking and grinding into him. “If just the scent of you was enough to drive me wild, I bet your taste will ruin me. Should we find out, Jaime? Would you like it if I use my mouth on you? If I suck you?”
By now the shirt Jaime was wearing had ridden halfway up his stomach, and Finn moved a hand to palm at his soft belly while staring at his stiff cock tenting his pants like it was indeed a delicacy. If what they had done earlier downstairs had been intense, Jaime thought that having Finn’s mouth around him would shake him to his core.
And fuck, his imagination of Finn using that commanding tone on him was nothing compared to the real thing. So he let himself slip further into that hazy place of pleasure, reveling in the press and grind of Finn’s body atop his. “Yes. Yes. Please, Finn. I want that.”
Finn growled in answer, yanking both of their shirts off, and slid down the length of Jaime’s body, kissing and nipping and sucking and licking as he went. He stopped and teased his tongue over one of Jaime’s nipples, and then the other, and that was certainly something they were going to investigate more later. But Finn seemed just as impatient as Jaime was, so he quickly continued his downward slide until he was propped between Jaime’s thighs.
Finn pulled Jaime’s pants down until his knees were free, gently guiding one foot out, and then the other, before hooking one leg over his shoulder, opening Jaime up in a way he’d never been before another. Finn watched Jaime’s cock bob against his stomach, eyes dark with lust, and then he looked up through sandy lashes.
“Are you sure?”
There was a hint of vulnerability there, and it settled Jaime’s nerves at being so exposed, making his heart ache to think that Finn thought he would reject him, that he thought Jaime could ever be frightened of him. So he propped himself up on his elbows, and did not look away.
“I’m sure. I want you, Finn. I want to feel your teeth on me. Don’t hold back. Please.”
Finn let out a broken whine, and he threw one arm across Jaime’s belly, his claw-tipped hand splayed wide to pin him down, while the other palmed the inside of the thigh not slung over his shoulder, spreading him open. Finn settled further into the cradle of his hips and nuzzled and nipped all around Jaime’s leaking cock, teasing the soft skin of his thighs.
It seemed like Finn was everywhere except for where Jaime needed him the most. He mewled, wriggling under the hand pinning his belly and hips to the bed. Propped up on his elbows, spread wide beneath Finn, Jaime watched as he finally took mercy on him, his kisses and nips circling in until he flashed predatory eyes up at Jaime and swallowed his length down in one go.
“Unnf!” Unable to form words, Jaime’s eyes rolled back as he felt himself tap the back of Finn’s throat. The sounds coming from Finn were fucking lurid as he swallowed through a gag, seating Jaime firmly in the hot slide of his throat.
“Oh God, oh God, Finn—” Jaime hiccuped a breath, hips involuntarily rocking up to bury himself further into the wet heat. “S-slow down, or I’m going to—going to come already,” he choked out, voice cracking.
Finn pulled his mouth from the base of him all the way to the sensitive head and lightly suckled there, tongue circling his slit and lapping up the steady stream of precum. He repeated the motion several times, and Jaime sobbed at the gentle pressure, which was somehow just as intense as being swallowed wholly.
Jaime peered down again to find Finn staring up at him, eyes focused and lips shiny. He pulled his mouth off Jaime’s cock before he could come, the wet pop sounding lewd in the quiet of the night between them.
“Keep looking at me, Jaime.” Finn’s words were gruff and thick through his descended canines, a strand of spit and precum connecting his mouth to Jaime’s dripping tip.
Seeing himself spread open and pinned, those fangs so close to the most vulnerable parts of him, made Jaime even harder, and his shaft bobbed as they stared at each other, each taking great heaving breaths.
Finn’s focus shifted from Jaime’s face back to his cock, head tilting like a fox who’d just pinned the rabbit—a predatory gleam in his eye as he watched even more precum slip out and create sticky trails along his stomach.
Without looking away from Jaime’s length, Finn said, “Watch me swallow you, baby. Do you like seeing my fangs around your cock? Do you like feeling them cradle you, knowing that you’ve surrendered yourself to me, that you’ve allowed me to bring you so much pleasure with something so dangerous?”
His warm breath puffed against Jaime’s shaft as he spoke.
“Please, Finn,” Jaime keened, adjusting his leg over Finn’s shoulder so he could thrust up, begging.
His wet tip tapped along Finn’s plush lips, and they widened in a feral grin. “Say it, baby. Say you love my fangs, and I’ll give you what you want. What you need.”
“Fuck,” Jaime ground out. “Yes. Please. Show me. I want to watch my cock disappear into your mouth. I want to see your fangs around me while you do it. I love it. I want to feel them. Please, Finn.”
Finn snarled, “Eyes on me, Jaime. Don’t look away.”
It was a command, and Jaime’s body responded accordingly—flushing even further and sinking into the mattress. But Jaime also heard the vulnerability in his voice. Finn needed Jaime to watch; he needed to know that Jaime saw all of him, and was not afraid.
He opened his mouth to voice his reassurance that he trusted Finn wholly—that there was never anyone or anything else he could look at when Finn was in the room— but all that came out was a shout as Finn adjusted his hold on Jaime’s thigh and stomach, anchoring him down, and opened his mouth.
The flat of his tongue cradled the underside of Jaime’s cock, wet and warm, and Finn closed his lips around his sensitive head and started that gentle suckling thing he did again, and— “Oh, oh, ooh, Finn—nnnngh!”
Finn’s canines sat flush on either side of his cock. Jaime had never seen or felt anything more erotic in his life, and his hands scrambled for purchase before finally landing on the back of Finn’s head and tangling in his hair. Not to guide, but to ground himself, needing the connection to keep from being completely lost to the pleasure of Finn’s mouth and teeth.
Finn began slow, sucking pulls up and down his cock. Jaime could feel his teeth bumping along his shaft, but they never hurt him, never pricked or pressed too hard. He couldn’t help the noises coming from him, plaintive cries and breathy hiccups as he lost himself in the steady rhythm of Finn’s teeth and tongue, hurtling closer and closer to a climax that he knew he’d never recover from.
The wet heat of Finn’s mouth disappeared, making him cry out in protest, but there was no time for Jaime to complain further as it was quickly replaced with a huge calloused fist closing around him, nearly engulfing his cock and leaving just the reddened tip exposed. Elongated claws extended from his thick fingers, but Finn held them carefully away as he began stroking Jaime in short, fast pulls.
“Do you want my tongue, Jaime? Do you want my tongue on you?”
Holy shit, Finn was actually going to kill him with that tongue. “Ye-es,” he whined, unable to stop himself from thrusting into Finn’s closed fist, hands back to grappling in the sheets. “Please, Finn!”
“Shh, I’ve got you baby.” He gently scraped his fangs along the meat of Jaime’s ass, soothing the sensitive flesh with a kiss afterwards. “My Jaime, I’ll give you what you need. I want to watch you come all over yourself.”
Finn’s hand abandoned Jaime’s cock, leaving him reeling, and gripped onto his ass, thumb pulling a cheek to the side. He swore, “Fucking beautiful,” before lapping the flat of his tongue over Jaime’s hole, over and over, dragging all the way up his taint and balls.
Jaime saw stars. “Fuck!” he sobbed, “I’m—Finn, I’m s-so c-close—close. Ah!”
Finn’s fist was tight on Jaime’s cock again, working him hard, before he fit his lips and tongue and teeth back over his tip, just peeking out from Finn’s grip, and sucked.
Jaime’s orgasm hit him like a freight train. He jerked under Finn’s heavy arm still pinning his belly to the bed as cum pulsed from him in steady spurts down Finn’s throat, mouth open in a silent, breathy shout.
He closed a trembling hand over Finn’s to halt the fast pulls on his sensitive shaft, showing him how he liked to be held through it with a steady, firm squeeze. Finn continued to nurse his crown, swallowing everything Jaime gave him.
Finally, Finn pulled off and peered up at him, face messy with cum and spit. “Fuck, Jaime, watching you fall apart is the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice was gruff and shaky, like he was barely holding himself back from devouring him entirely.
Jaime couldn’t manage more than a hiccup.
Finn released Jaime’s sensitive cock and swiped at the cum and spit covering him. Hand suitably slicked, he sat up, dropping Jaime’s knee off his shoulder, and moved his anchoring hold to Jaime’s inner thigh, pinning him open for Finn’s devouring gaze. Feasting on the sight of Jaime wrecked and hazy, he took hold of his own thick length and began tugging roughly.
Finn’s cock was a work of art. Jaime was unable to look away, and with piercing clarity, he knew he would paint this moment. His legs canted to the side, the meat of one thigh bunching in Finn’s clawed hold while the other hand worked himself over Jaime’s soft and spent cock, resting against his abdomen.
Yeah, he’d fucking frame this.
The shaft was a shade darker than the rest of him and the head was flushed a pinkish-red. It was truly large, girthier and longer than any of the dildos he’d ever used, with a fat head that Jaime wanted to wrap his lips around now.
He couldn’t wait to feel it pressed inside of him, stretching and making room in Jaime’s belly like Finn had in every other facet of his life.
Finn’s breathing grew labored, and his hard pulls fell out of rhythm before he shouted and jerked forward, still holding Jaime spread wide, and came all over his spent cock and belly. Jaime watched in rapt fascination as Finn kicked and pulsed through his orgasm, wishing he could feel that inside of him.
When the last of his cum dribbled down his fist, Finn tipped forward and sprawled on top of Jaime. He threw his arms around Finn’s shoulders, pulling him close and holding him through it as they both came down from the high.
When the rushing in his ears receded, Jaime could hear his own hiccuping breaths and soft mewls alongside Finn’s slow, deep inhales.
If someone had told Jaime yesterday that just the very next day he would have the two most intense orgasms of his life with Finn, pressed up against him with their hands and mouths on each other, he would have laughed in their face.
And yet here they were, chests synced and softly nuzzling each other’s hair in post-climax bliss. But even through the lingering fog of lust, it was the feeling of rightness, of complete comfort and safety that he’d been chasing for so long that had tears running down Jaime’s face.
When Finn looked up from where he cradled him and saw his tears, he scrambled back in a panic, hands reaching out to hover as if to check if he was hurt.
“Jaime—Jaime—what, I mean, are you ok? Did I hurt you? Christ, I shouldn't have… I used my teeth, fuck, Jaime I’m so sorry!”
“Finn!” Jaime reached out to catch one of his hands, but Finn was still frantically scanning him up and down, looking for where he was hurt.
“I’m sorry Jaime, please let me help, I can?—”
Jaime sat up on his knees, braced his hands on Finn’s shoulders, and pushed him backwards until he was the one looming. Jaime caught his face between his palms. “Finn. Stop.”
Finn stilled, staring up at him with those wounded puppy dog eyes. “Tell me how to fix it, Jaime.”
Jaime’s tone was firm. “Stop freaking out, and listen to me.”
Finn just blinked wide, chocolate eyes at him.
It really should be illegal to look at someone like that.
“I am not hurt.” Finn opened his mouth to interrupt him, but Jaime pressed the tips of his fingers over his soft lips to stop him, feeling the catch of a canine. “I am not hurt, Finn. That was… I thought coming in your hand downstairs was intense. But what we just did was so much more. You make me feel whole, and seen, and wanted. And when we were done…” he huffed, searching for the words.
He lifted his fingers from Finn’s mouth and gently pressed the pad of his thumb against the tip of his right fang, a small noise coming from Finn. “You make me feel safe. Not managed, or controlled. Being here with you, feeling you on top of me—it feels right, Finn. And I’ve never felt that way before. It just hit me all at once.”
Pulling his thumb back, he leaned down and caught Finn’s lips in a soft kiss. Sliding his tongue along Finn’s mouth, he tentatively opened for him. It was so gentle, and somehow astonishing and new all over again.
It seemed that every time they came together, Jaime was pleasantly overwhelmed by just how much there was to learn and explore with Finn. Some of that was because it was new to Jaime, outside of his own touches, but mostly it was because he was sharing it with Finn.
And he wanted all of it to be with Finn, forever.
Finn broke the kiss first before coming back for heated, lingering brushes of their lips. But when he opened his mouth to deepen their kiss once again, Jaime flicked his tongue over the tip of his canine like he had before, since it seemed to drive Finn wild.
This time didn’t disappoint, because now it was Finn who was mewling and whining beneath Jaime.
He was such a beautiful paradox; capable of fierce protectiveness when Jaime was in danger, and steady dominance when Jaime asked for it, but beneath his exploring tongue and lips, Finn melted. They’d have to explore this version of him later, too.
Jaime would start a list of all the things he wanted to try.
Between gentle laps at each fang, Jaime spoke. “I love these. I love seeing them, and kissing them. I love feeling them on my skin and the way you used them while you sucked my cock.” He knew the tips of his ears were red from being so forward, but this was too important to hold back.
He pulled away enough so he could see Finn’s face. “I’ll tell you if there’s ever something I don’t like, but I wanted that. Your teeth, and… when you told me what to do.”
He fiddled with the sheets beside Finn’s head, squirming on top of him, and the worry finally lifted from his eyes, leaving only the soft pleasure from their kiss.
Finn’s mouth tipped up in a crooked grin. “You did, didn’t you?”
Jaime gave him a look. “You know I did.”
Finn smiled wide, fangs on full display. It made Jaime’s chest ache. He continued, only because he wanted to keep that smile on Finn’s face forever and ever, “I like when you take control. Like that.” Softer, he said, “It makes me feel like you want me.”
He let himself be flipped back around, legs coming up to cradle Finn’s hips as he hovered over Jaime and looked at him with such soft reverence, it nearly made him cry again. “You are safe with me. Always, Jaime.”
Finn shifted so they both lay on their sides facing each other, and pulled him further into the cradle of his arms. He kissed Jaime’s hair, and spoke softly into his ear. “And I will always want you. More than I’ve ever wanted anything.” His voice grew heated, “And I liked that too, what we did. There’s a lot I’d like to try with you, Jaime. If you want that.”
Jaime rubbed his cheek on Finn’s chest. “Yes, Finn. Always yes.”
Finn stood long enough to grab a wet cloth to clean them both up, before he lay back down, shifting them so that Jaime was comfortably spooned in front of him, both exhausted from the long and tumultuous day.
“Get some sleep, baby. We’ll need to head out early in the morning.”
Jaime shimmied deeper into Finn’s embrace, and let the worries and questions of what tomorrow might bring float away from him. For now, he felt cherished and warm in Finn’s arms, and drifted into a sleep better than he’d had in a very long time.