18. Finn
Chapter 18
“Finn! Don’t drop me!”
Jaime clung to him as he carried him up the stairs, thrown over one shoulder.
Finn chuckled. “As if I’d ever drop you. I’m very strong, Jaime. But you should stop squirming if you want us to make it to the bed before I fuck you.”
Finn lightly smacked his ass to emphasize his point.
Jaime squawked, “Hey!”
It lacked real heat, though, and Finn could smell that carrying him up to their loft cave-man style and bouncing him on the heavily blanketed bed turned him on.
Somehow, even after being face-fucked, tossed over Finn's shoulder, and then dropped onto the bed only in his jeans, Jaime managed to land gracefully.
His hair was all askew, and his eyes were still watery and hooded, limbs sprawling and stretched out, and Finn couldn’t look away from him. He needed to study him. Thoroughly. Right now.
He’d never been able to look away from Jaime. How had he gotten so lucky? His mate was perfect.
Jaime smirked up at him. “You’re staring again.”
Finn chuffed and crawled his way up until he was hovering over Jaime, eyes dancing over long limbs and the expansive freckled planes of skin below him. “You’re beautiful. I told you. It’s going to take some time for me to get used to being able to look at you like you’re mine.”
Jaime’s smile softened, soothing Finn in ways he didn’t know he needed soothed. “I am yours.”
Jaime hooked his hands around Finn and yanked him down so that his full weight was pressed into him. “Now I want you to fuck me like I’m yours.”
Finn shuddered and growled into Jaime’s neck, lapping kisses and nips there, tasting his freckled collarbone, and felt a pulse and throb at the base of his cock intensify. His knot.
Fuck.
When had he forgotten that he was shifted? How was it possible that he was already so comfortable like this around Jaime?
The sight of his mate gripping his knot tight with both hands while he slurped down his cockhead, taking everything Finn gave him until he was pumping his load down his throat, will be seared into his memory forever. And his knot… he would never get used to the pulsing need for intense pressure and heat, the overwhelming urge to push his way in, and down, to stuff his cock so far into Jaime’s belly and press while came.
Jaime had utterly destroyed him with that blowjob, and he didn’t think he had the strength to hold himself back again today.
“Yes. Yes. But I need to shift back, first.”
Jaime released his grip on Finn’s shoulders, allowing him to sit up a bit. He squirmed beneath him and gave an over-exaggerated pout. “But I like the purring.”
Finn chuckled, but said with gravity, “We’ll work up to it, baby. I do not want to hurt you. Let’s leave the knotting for another day.” As he said it, he shifted into his human form and settled back into the cradle of Jaime’s hips, adjusting to their far more normal height difference.
Jaime smirked and drifted his hands down from Finn’s shoulders to grab his ass. “I don’t think working up to it is going to be a hardship.”
Finn gave him a wolfish grin, still hard even after that earth-shattering climax he had downstairs, and rocked his hips. He dropped his voice low, the way he knew that Jaime liked. “I’ll do my best. Now, turn over.”
Jaime scrambled to obey, a tiny whimper escaping him and that soft, hooded look back in place with Finn’s command. Thankfully his jeans had been unbuttoned at some point, so all he had to do was hook his fingers and pull, taking his boxer briefs off too.
Finn shucked them all the way down and tossed them off the bed before leaning back over Jaime, sucking in a breath at all the beautiful, exposed skin presented to him.
Jaime’s back was one long, graceful line down to his narrow hips, freckled constellations guiding Finn to the dimples sitting just above his soft cheeks that were begging to have his thumbs pressed into them.
So he did just that, tipping Jaime’s ass up for a better view.
Ruined.
He was absolutely ruined by the sight of Jaime’s round, freckled cheeks, all cream and cinnamon-dusted, his dusky hole begging to be fucked. Finn’s cock thickened fully and throbbed at the sight. Canines still fully descended, he leaned down and placed light, reverent kisses to each of those dimples, thumbs digging into the meat of Jaime’s thighs to hold him in place as he shivered beneath him.
“Finn, please. Don’t tease me,” Jaime begged.
Peering up at all that skin he hadn’t tasted yet, Jaime’s head propped on his crossed arms and turned to the side so he could watch, Finn debated it.
Taste all of him later.
Take him, now.
He needed to reel himself in. “Ok, baby. Ok. I’ll give you what you want.”
He reached a hand up to lace his fingers through Jaime’s while he continued to pepper kisses all along his lower back, watching him twitch and squirm as soft, involuntary mmph noises slipped out. He must be ticklish.
Interesting… Finn could?—
Later.
Right. Later. Squeezing Jaime’s hand before letting go, Finn trailed his kisses and nips down the meat of one cheek, using both hands to angle his ass up just right. “Stop me if there’s anything you don’t like.”
Jaime made a petulant huff. “I will. But if you do not put your fingers inside of me soon, I swear I will—Ooh Finn!” he sobbed, effectively cutting off his threat.
It wasn’t his fingers, not yet, but Finn’s taste of Jaime last night had been far too brief. He decided to rectify that.
Finn had never actually done this before with anyone—the act was far too intimate—but some instinctual part of him that had woken up when he found Jaime demanded it.
Finn needed to taste him everywhere.
Dragging his tongue from Jaime’s balls to his hole, Finn tasted the heart of his mate’s scent and unraveled—surrendering to him completely. He felt Jaime unraveling too, shuddering and moaning beneath him as he softened and fluttered while Finn lapped there, readying Jaime for his fingers and fat cock.
Coming up for air, Finn gasped down at the sight beneath him. Jaime was sprawled out, wrecked, ass and thighs red from where he’d been holding too tightly. Leaning over him, Finn ran two fingers along his plush lips. “Open up for me.”
Jaime’s eyes were so hooded and hazy that he wasn’t sure he was even really seeing anything, but his sweet boy obeyed, and wrapped his lips around Finn’s fingers, sucking. “Get them nice and slick for me, baby. Good boy. There you go.”
Jaime keened when Finn pulled out of his mouth and slid back down his body, angling his ass up with one hand. Making sure his claws were safely sheathed, he massaged over Jaime’s hole, relaxing it further. Using his opposite thumb to pull one cheek aside, Finn eased a finger into the first knuckle, slowing when he met resistance.
Jaime made a breathy ah noise and twitched in his hold, but Finn felt him flex and then relax around his finger nearly immediately. “Shh, look at you, baby. You’re taking my finger so well, already.”
His balls tightened at the sight of Jaime’s rim fluttering around his thick digit, and Finn tried thinking of deeply unsexy things to back himself off of that ledge he was already dangerously close to.
Like taxes. Or Silas’s dirty laundry.
Slowly, so slowly, Finn opened him up with one, then two, and then three fingers, all the while trying desperately not to come or shift at the sight of Jaime, his Jaime, soft and pliant beneath him, listening to his pleasured cries and moans for more, more, more!
“S’enough, Finn. Please. M’ready.” Jaime was all liquid, sleek planes of freckles beneath Finn.
Panting heavily, he ground out, “Lube?”
Jaime raised a shaky hand, gesturing somewhere near the loft stairs before it fell back on the bed. “Bag,” was all he managed to hiccup out.
Swiping at the duffle with one hand, loath to leave Jaime even for a second, Finn dug until he found the bottle. Leaning back over him, Finn pressed kisses up Jaime’s spine, into his shoulder blades, nipping and sucking at that soft spot on his neck.
Helping him along, because Finn was fairly certain Jaime was all fluffy cumulus clouds by now, he whispered into his ear, “Turn back over for me, baby.”
After some shuffling and adjusting of long sleek limbs and his own thick, hairy ones, and many heated kisses between them, Finn had Jaime straddling his lap while he was sitting up, supported by the headboard at his back.
They were both breathing heavily, and a sheen of sweat coated Jaime’s brow, a flush spreading down his shoulders and chest. His cheeks were red, too, but his eyes were bright with wonder and anticipation. And maybe a little trepidation.
“Finn. I don’t know, like this. I mean—I don’t know how?—”
“Shh, Jaime. My Jaime. We’ll go slow. At your pace. Whatever you like, whatever feels good, yeah?”
Jaime bobbed his head, features softening again.
Uncapping the lube, Finn drizzled a generous amount onto his cock, slicking himself up with a few pumps. “Lift up for me baby, there you go.”
Jaime braced a hand on Finn’s shoulder and the other on the headboard. Finn used the leftover lube on his fingers to coat his hole, sliding two inside and hooking them just so…
Jaime keened. “Finn! Now. Now, I need you now.”
Pulling out, Finn hastily wiped his fingers on the sheets and grabbed Jaime’s hips to steady him.
To steady them both.
Finn’s voice shook. “Ok, baby. I’ve got you.”
Jaime, one hand still braced on Finn’s shoulder, reached down between his spread thighs and held Finn’s cock steady as he slowly lowered himself down, snugging the fat tip right up to his rim. Pink mouth open on a silent gasp, eyes wide and locked on Finn’s, he sank down just enough for the crown to enter with a catch and pop they both felt.
Groaning together, the resistance gave way to the most delicious tight heat Finn had ever known.
Both hands now scrabbling along the headboard, Jaime whined, “Finn—nnngh!”
Trembling, Finn held tight to his hips and fought the urge to thrust up and come immediately from the snug, hot hold of Jaime’s ass around him. “I've got you, I’ve got you, I’ve got you baby… go nice and s-slow…. So slow for me… there we go.”
Jaime began shifting his hips back and forth slowly, slowly, taking a little more of Finn inside him each time. Unable to concentrate enough to actually kiss him, Finn just pressed his forehead against Jaime’s as he moved, looking down between their bodies to watch where they were joined, entranced at the sight of his cock disappearing into Jaime’s pink hole.
“Baby, my Jaime. Look at you, look at us. Such a good-d boy—Guhh!”
All at once, Jaime sank down, taking him to the root, his ass nestled in Finn’s lap. He tore his eyes up to Jaime’s, who’s brows were pinched together, mouth forming a soft oh.
Finn nearly scrambled to lift him off before Jaime placed a hand on his shoulder, shifting back and forth. “Just—give me a minute, ah!”
So Finn did his best to hold still, aside from his trembling, fighting the urge to punch up into Jaime as he felt his ass clench around his cock. He petted up and down Jaime’s arms and back, whispering sweet praise into his ear as he adjusted to Finn’s girth.
Slowly, Jaime began rocking forward and back again, and then he was riding Finn properly, his flushed and pink tip dragging along Finn’s stomach, creating wet trails of precum. “Finn—hiccup—Ooh, so g-good. This is—hiccup—good!”
Being fully seated inside of Jaime stripped Finn bare, leaving nothing but the parts of him that now belonged to Jaime, irrevocably. It was a good thing he’d already come once today while shifted, had already knotted in Jaime’s hands, because Finn wasn’t sure he’d be able to hold his shift back right now otherwise.
He leaned forward and slanted their mouths together, tongue seeking refuge and connection, needing them to be fully one everywhere, everywhere, everywhere.
Jaime was lost in pleasure, whining as his rhythm faltered. “Finn, please. I can’t—I need—please!”
Finn knew what he needed.
Gathering his strength, he gripped Jaime’s hips hard enough to bruise, already having left angry red prints all over his ass and thighs, and began lifting him and dropping him back down on his cock, hard, while he simultaneously thrust up into his downward motions.
Jaime broke their kiss with a gasp and sobbed, throwing his head back and locking his arms around Finn’s shoulders. He wrapped his legs around Finn’s waist tightly and pressed his face into Finn’s neck, surrendering completely to his hold.
They were both beyond words at this point, and Finn lost himself in the steady rhythm of his cock tunneling through Jaime’s tight heat and the breathy uh, uh, uh, sounds he made with each of Finn’s thrusts up as he pulled Jaime down. That, paired with feeling his mate pressed everywhere, sweat-slick skin hot and his scent rich and drugging, had him throbbing for release.
Nails dragging along Finn’s back, Jaime latched onto his shoulder with blunt human teeth, right where he ached to bite him in return, and Finn lost himself.
Barely aware of the rumbling growl coming from him, Finn hastily pulled Jaime off his cock and tipped him backward. Rising up over him and hooking his arms under Jaime’s knees to fold him nearly in half, he sank back inside that perfect pink hole, as deep as he could in one go.
Jaime cried out, his voice breaking and hitching higher with each thrust.
Finn began to pound into Jaime, grinding on each press inside, seeking that spot that would drive him through the roof by angling his cock up, up, up into Jaime’s belly with each pump.
“Ooh—F-Finnnnggh. What—what is—hiccup. So deep. Deep. It’s—it’s—there! Don’t—stop!”
There it is.
Continuing his merciless pounding, Finn ran his teeth along Jaime’s neck, teasing right where he wanted to bite. Pulling back, he licked and sucked his way up to Jaime’s ear, and tugged on the tip.
“Tell—me. Tell me. What does my—fuck—my cock f-feel like inside you, hmm? How does it feel—feel?”
Hands scrabbling along his back, yanking Finn impossibly closer as his feet tipped up and gave him even more room to pound him into the mattress, Jaime caught his breath enough to answer. “S’good—good. I’m s-so full. Finn. I’m full. Please!”
Finn’s balls tightened with his impending release, Jaime’s hiccuped words driving him even higher, so he canted his hips just enough to continue to hit that spot, again and again and again, making Jaime cry out and sob in pleasure, driving him right to the edge.
Finn’s climax was bearing down on him, and he was sure he wouldn’t last but another handful of thrusts. “Touch yourself, J-Jaime. Mmmph, grab that beautiful—oh, fuck—cock and make yourself come. Come, baby. You’re such a good—boy.”
Jaime keened, writhing beneath him as he slid one hand down and grabbed hold of his shaft, tugging hard and fast. Finn continued his frantic pace, thrusting in and angling Jaime’s hips just so, hitting his prostate as he continued to whisper filthy words until Jaime shouted his release, cum splattering all over himself.
Jaime’s other hand made its way into Finn’s hair, and between the pull of it as he came and watching his release splash all over his soft belly, Finn’s orgasm slammed into him. Punching his hips up into Jaime’s ass as deep as he possibly could, over and over and over with each kick, Finn roared his release.
Dropping his hold on Jaime’s legs, Finn tipped forward until he was laying over him, just the barest hint of his weight supported on his forearms to keep from squashing the boy completely.
Jaime didn’t seem to mind, because through Finn’s great heaving breaths he could hear Jaime’s soft, pleasure-shocked mewls and little ah’s as they shifted, arms banded tight around each other, both completely spent.
The aftershocks continued to move through them, causing Finn’s hips to jerk forward as his oversensitive shaft kicked a few final times before he gently pulled out. Finn caught the wince that Jaime tried to hide, and gathered him close to press gentle kisses all over his face, telling him how good he’d been, how well he’d done, how much he loved him, that he was his.
Only his.
Finn could scent the mess of cum and lube that dribbled out of Jaime’s loose hole, and told himself to get up and go find a washcloth to clean them both up, but he just couldn’t move yet.
There was some deeply rooted part of him that preened at the thought that Jaime smelled like him, now.
Keep him full. Make him smell like ours, always.
Well.
Finally feeling strong enough, he rolled off of Jaime and whispered that he’d be right back, extracting himself from Jaime’s grasping arms and adorable pout, stumbling down the stairs.
Apparently, his mate was clingy after sex.
Good.
He hastily cleaned himself off and wetted down a cloth, grabbing their water bottles before heading back up to the loft. Finn found Jaime just as he had left him; long, cinnamon-sprinkled limbs tangled in mussed sheets that smelled like sex and them.
He’d dreamed of this, and emotion swelled in him to find that the reality was even better.
Jaime opened one eye to peek up at him, and smirked. Blushing at being caught staring, again, Finn crawled back over him and gently cleaned Jaime off, nudging him this way and that until he was no longer sticky and back in Finn’s arms. Running his hands up and down Jaime’s back, he noted the sensitive skin of his soft thighs and ass was still red, and there were light finger-shaped bruises forming on his hips.
“Are you ok?” Finn asked, gently caressing over those areas. Jaime peered down at himself and flushed.
Looking back up at Finn, his eyes were clear. “That was perfect, Finn. So much more than I could have ever thought. You were perfect.” He took hold of Finn’s hand and placed it right back over where he’d held him firm enough to bruise.
Finn exhaled and breathed in the scent of Jaime’s hair.
“So, was it good for you, too?” Finn could tell that Jaime’s question was meant to be cheeky, but his voice came out softer, smaller.
Propping his head up so they could really see each other, Finn said, “Earth shatteringly good. Being inside of you and feeling you come on my cock…” he shuddered. “Every time we are together, I think I can’t possibly experience more pleasure than that, and yet, every time, I feel made new by you.”
Jaime hummed in agreement, tucking his nose into the soft bend in Finn’s arm. “We’ve got plenty of time to reach that peak.”
Finn traced the freckled constellations across Jaime’s nose and cheeks, scattered along the curve of his ear, and down his shoulders as the deepest sense of peace he’d ever known settled inside him.
“We have forever, if you want it?”
Finn heard the hope in his voice, the achingly tender love and devastating vulnerability offered in those words.
And when Jaime placed a hand on Finn’s heart, all of it was reflected back at him, shining so bright. “Forever. I want it.”
They were both exhausted from their emotional morning, the long drive, and their marathon sex, but it wasn’t late enough yet to go to bed. So, they laid there in each other’s arms, feet tangled in the sheets, and spoke of everything and nothing—filling in the details of things only briefly shared before they were split apart a year prior.
Finn told Jaime about his childhood; how he never knew his father, and that his mother’s disdain and slaps had made him hide his wolf from her as best he could, but that the time he’d spent with Silas’s family taught him to embrace the wildness inside of him. He told Jaime about following Silas into the military, and how grateful he was for the chance to fully be himself for the first time in his life with people who accepted him, but that he still grappled with the things they had seen and done. Finn told Jaime about his deep resentment for those in power, who had found two young shifters trying to find their place in the world and had used them for their own gain, before spitting them back out at their lowest.
Jaime told Finn about losing his mom to cancer when he was eight, and about his father’s drunken indifference after she passed and how Sam took care of him and moved them both out of Anchorage to a small apartment in Monroe right when he’d turned eighteen. He talked about how losing their childhood dog, Alfie, had prompted him to start painting pet memorials.
Softly, he told Finn about how much he wanted to be able to do that again, someday.
Tentatively, Jaime asked him about losing Renner. He explained that it had been their last mission, how Renner and Sheppard had split up from Finn and Silas, both pairs tasked with different objectives, but something had gone horribly wrong. Finn explained that Sheppard hadn’t ever fully talked about what had happened, but the three of them were discharged immediately afterwards. They were all put in therapy and then released into the civilian world again, where they joined Sheppard at the security firm.
Finn shuffled further into Jaime’s embrace, carding his talons through his hair. “Are you ok? I mean, after seeing Sam, and after the attack and everything?”
He ran the pad of his thumb lightly over the faint scratch mark on Jaime’s neck. He knew it was a stupid question—of course Jaime wasn’t ok. The entire course of his life was all thrown off the rails, and that fight this morning had been awful.
Jaime shrugged his shoulders. “Yes and no. I feel better, after finally telling Sam how I feel. How much his absence has hurt. How much I wish that all the other stuff hadn’t gotten in the way. And I feel safer with you, and Silas and Sheppard, than I have for the last year.”
Jaime sighed. “But the trial is less than a week away. I’m still so afraid that I’ll get up on the stand and freeze. I’m afraid that all of this is going to come boiling up at the exact wrong time and I’ll fall apart in front of everyone. I’m afraid that I won’t be able to do this, for Vera. I couldn’t do anything for her, before. I should at least be able to do this, now.”
Finn wrapped his arms around Jaime’s shoulders, holding him close and pressing his words into his hair. “You are so strong, Jaime. I have no doubt that you’ll get through it. But even if you don’t, even if you need help, there’s strength in that too. And I will always be here. You are never too much for me.”
Jaime sighed, and buried into Finn’s hold. “Thank you.”
Finn knew it didn’t fix Jaime’s pain, or set aside his fear. But it would be the honor of his life to stand beside him as he battled those things for himself.
Just as he was thinking it was time to head downstairs and feed the fire, maybe start dinner, Jaime asked another question. “If none of this had happened—Vera’s murder, Sam hiring you all… If you and I had been able to go on our date last year, what do you think would have happened?”
Finn shifted. “What do you mean?”
Entwining their fingers in the air between them, Jaime pulled Finn’s hand down to press a light kiss to the tip of each clawed finger. “Say our first date really happened. Would you have told me about your shift? Would we have gotten here?”
Finn sat with the question for a long time. Jaime let him, exchanging shared breaths. Finally, he said, “I don’t know. I still would have known right away that you are my mate. I think a part of me already knew, even before we met. But…” he sighed. “I truly don’t know if I would have had the courage to show you, without all of the other circumstances involved. Without needing to protect you.”
Jaime nodded, understanding. “I wouldn’t take it back, you know.”
At Finn’s cocked head, Jaime continued. “I hate that we lost a year that we otherwise could have had together. I wish that Vera hadn’t been murdered, and that you and Silas and Sheppard weren’t wrapped up in this mess with the Salt Creek pack. But I do not regret that this year of pain brought me back to you. That it gave us a second chance. And I’m so thankful that it landed you on my doorstep that day. I’m so thankful you found me, that you would have come for me, regardless of whether Sam had hired you.”
Finn found Jaime’s lips in a desperate kiss, salty and hot from his tears as he put every ounce of love he felt into the press of their mouths, and tried to convey how much he had needed to hear that. “Oh, my Jaime. Me too.”
After a long while of slow, tender kisses, Jaime pulled back and stretched, giving Finn a languid smile. He watched Jaime’s muscles bunch and contract with a predator’s focus, but blinked up in surprise at his next words.
“I’m hungry. Also, can’t you turn into a giant wolf? I’d like to see that, please.”