30. Finn
Chapter 30
Finn
Epilogue
February - Another Two Months Later
I stayed home tonight, reading a book on the couch and sipping on some Cabernet Sauvignon while Father and Ryder worked at the club. But I was bored. After working so long and so much as a model, sitting at home doing nothing for the past several months except for reading was dull. I could’ve gone to the club, but I did that a lot already. Sometimes, I wished I had made more friends or put in more of an effort to have them.
My agent tried to get me back to modeling again, even after having to pay to get out of my contract, so my career hadn’t been in the total shitter. Regardless, I didn’t want to go back, despite missing it. That last moment with Marc Laurent had ruined it for me, so he could go fuck himself. I also didn’t trust anyone.
Maybe I could find some different work, but what? I’d been so focused on modeling that any other interest in something different never once cropped into my mind.
The doorbell rang, and my heart hammered at the sudden sound, not expecting anyone. I opened the security app on my phone to look at the camera instead of getting off the couch and answering the door.
Casey stood there looking unkempt, his waves now unruly curls, which wasn’t like him. He fidgeted with the zipper of his parka and looked around as if someone was about to sneak up and attack him.
I sighed, not happy to see him after that shit show with Marc Laurent. I tried to help Casey, and all he could do was bitch at me. I’d risked my career for him. That wasn’t fair. Marc Laurent was at fault for that. Still, I tried to protect Casey, and then I tried to give him money to help, but he refused to take my calls. So, fuck him.
After bookmarking the page I was reading, I set the book on the sofa before standing and taking my time to answer the door.
When I answered it, a freezing gust of cold air hit me, sending a chill through my body.
“What?” I said, not bothering to hide my contempt.
“Can I come in?”
“No.”
His eyes watered and begged me. “Please.”
I sighed again and stepped to the side to allow him in. “I suppose.”
After shutting the door, I walked over to the living room and cranked up the gas fireplace, then went to the small bar to pour myself another glass of wine. I rarely drank while I’d been modeling. Now I wasn’t as careful about it, freer with my diet. In fact, I’d put on a few extra pounds.
“Can I get you a drink?”
I shouldn’t have bothered asking, but my mother made sure I had some sort of manners as I grew up.
“Do you have any bourbon? Neat please.”
I didn’t reply as I pulled out a tumbler from the cabinet and poured him some liquor. When I returned to him, I handed him the glass. He set it down, removed his coat, and laid it on the armrest of the sofa before sitting and taking a sip.
“Why are you here, Casey?”
I sat, crossed my leg over my knee, and took a sip of wine.
He was hunched over, holding the tumbler between two hands. Casey was no longer the elegant, arrogant, and poised man I’d come to know.
“I finally found my balls and came to apologize to you,” he said, not looking at me. “It was my fault. I pressured you into the nude photos we did, and I got so wrapped up in Marc. He made promises to me. He told me he loved me and that I would go far in my career.”
He sighed and took a small sip of his drink, and I sat there waiting him out. “I’m not a fucking idiot, though. I know he didn’t really love me, but… I wanted him to. I thought if… Anyway, I’d been angry you ruined that for me. It took me a while to realize that maybe I was stupid after all. God, what an idiot I was… am. He just used me, and you… I hated that he fucking touched you, too… out of jealousy and guilt.” He sighed again and ran a hand through his hair before taking another sip of the bourbon. “You tried to protect me. You risked everything for me, and I was an ungrateful prick.”
When he looked at me finally, his dark eyes were watering before a tear spilled. “You’re a good friend, Finn. Better than I ever was. We don’t really have ‘ friends ’ in this industry, but you were just that, and I’m so fucking sorry. I let my desperation for money and my career rule me, and in the end, it ruined me. I’m not making excuses… just know that I was in a messed-up place.”
“I could use something stronger myself,” I said, chugging back my wine and standing to pour myself some bourbon, too.
“Please forgive me. I would like to be friends again… or try to be a better one.”
“Why now? Why’d you wait so long?”
I sat back down and turned to face him as I sipped my drink.
“Fear that you’d refuse me. That you hated me. I wouldn’t have blamed you. Mom put me through some therapy, too, after I told her what had happened. We’re broke, but she’s got insurance for work, at least. I can use it until I’m twenty-six. God, the look of terror on her face… The fucking guilt of what I went through to help make ends meet. She got a second job, so I didn’t have to go through that again. I also got a job. It doesn’t pay as well, but we’re getting by. I’m also taking some classes… got some student loans. I… want to do some social work… create some sort of advocacy for men like us. Do something useful with my fucking pathetic life.”
He tossed back the rest of his bourbon, set the glass on the table, and stood. “I should go. It’s clear you’re still upset with me. I’m so fucking sorry, Finn,” he said again. “Truly. You’re a better man than I will ever be.”
“Wait,” I called out as he turned to go, and I stood. “I forgive you, and I also understand why you reacted the way you did. Yeah, it hurt, and I was angry with you, but it’s not all your fault. He manipulated you, and we are so easily manipulated and gaslighted in this damn industry. The competition is ridiculous.”
I gathered him in my arms, and he hugged me back. “Thank you for coming and telling me that. Believe it or not, I’m proud of you for the direction you’re taking with your life. If you need any help, I’ll be there. Call me sometime, okay?”
Casey held me tighter and rested his face on my shoulder. A hot wetness soaked through my sweater as his body shook. “I will. Thank you, Finn.”
He let me go and quickly left, closing the door behind him.
I smiled, suddenly feeling better. It must have been hard for him to come here with his tail tucked between his legs. He truly seemed sorry and was bettering his life in an amazing way. I hoped he would succeed.
I stayed up late, waiting for my guys, making sure to shower and clean myself out. I needed them tonight, even if it was nearly three in the morning.
Right before Father and Ryder got home, I got comfortable on the couch, completely naked, and lifted my book to pretend to read.
The lock jiggled, and the door opened. In walked the two people most precious to me. Ryder’s brow shot straight to his hairline as Father smirked.
“Someone needy?” he asked.
“Very much so, Daddy. I need my guys tonight.”
“Did something happen?” Ryder asked.
“Yes, but nothing bad. I’m sure you’re tired, but can you…”
Knox rushed to me, with Ryder close behind, and sat on the edge of the sofa. “We’ve got you, Precious. What do you need?”
“Both of you.”
“How about some double penetration? No better way to have us at the same time than that.”
“God, to be stretched and filled by you both? Yes, please.” I was going to ask for that, but I loved how Father knew exactly what I needed. It showed how strong our connection was.
“How about it, Sweet Boy?” Knox asked Ryder.
“I’ve never done it before, but it sounds fun. Whatever Finn needs, we should give it to him.”
Father smiled back at me. “My sentiments exactly. But we’ll need to work him open for a while. Taking both of us will be a lot, and we don’t want to hurt him.”
“Uhm, Daddy?”
“Yes, my precious boy.”
I lifted my legs and pointed at my ass.
He shoved them back further to find a plug in my ass already. It was the largest one we had, which took a while to work in, but once it was there, it would be perfect to have me ready for them.
“So how do we do this, sir?” Ryder asked, unbuttoning his shirt and stripping out of his slacks.
“Finn, please grab the sheet—”
“Already on it, Daddy,” I said, reaching around the other side of the couch to grab the folded cloth. Then I spread it out over the rug.
“Good boy. Ryder, you will finish getting undressed and lie on your back. Finn will ride you. Once he’s nice and loose, I’ll come from behind and enter him.”
“God, Rye-baby, you’re going to love it when Daddy rubs his cock against yours in my tight hole.”
He visibly trembled, and his now-exposed cock beaded pre-cum. “He likes that image, Daddy.”
Father chuckled and looked between Ryder’s legs. “Indeed, he does.”
Once Father was naked, Ryder laid down, and I straddled him. Since I was already well-prepped, I shoved his cock inside me and sunk down on him. His pretty hazel eyes rolled in his head, and then they closed.
“Thrust in me, Rye-baby.” I leaned forward, took his lips between mine, and kissed him as he began sliding in and out of me. His hands wrapped around me and spread my ass cheeks apart, pistoning his hips as we continued to suck face with tongue.
The lube bottle cap snapped open. Father would definitely need more lube, as would I, if he wanted to fit snugly inside without injuring me.
Father’s fingers spread my ass more. “Keep him wide open for me, Sweet Boy. I’m ready to enter him. And no thrusting until I’m inside. In fact, you won’t have to do much moving at all. Let me do most of the work.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ryder held my ass as wide as he could as Father lined up the head of his cock. While he guessed what I wanted, this was the first time for either of us doing double penetration. Father wasn’t small, so I worried whether he would fit, but with a lot of lube and slowly working himself in, he, hopefully, could do it.
My ass stretched, almost impossibly. It burned, too, but I’d expected it.
It took an excruciatingly long time to get fully seated in me, but Father did it. He actually did it.
Ryder was panting from the tightness, and his eyes had slammed shut. Hell, I was panting, too, never having felt so full in my life. I loved every fucking second of it. This was perfect. Both of my gorgeous men, deep inside me.
Being sandwiched between two men, all I could do was lie there, rest my head on Ryder’s shoulder as he held me, and let Father do all the work. He thrust in and out, dragging his cock over Ryder’s, who groaned each time, Father’s piercing no doubt grazing over it.
“Jesus,” Father rasped. “So fucking tight, and feeling our sweet boy’s cock against mine… We’re going to have to do this again sometime. God, Precious. Your hole was made for both of us. We fit inside you so perfectly.”
All I could do was nod, so hot and so out of breath. It was a lot… almost too much, but I was at home. I belonged right here, right now. We became one hot, steamy, sweaty sandwich.
My prostate was so stimulated I could barely contain myself while leaking all over poor Ryder. The pressure was building and building. All I had to do was let go. To let it just happen.
Then the pressure exploded, and I suddenly came all over Ryder without my cock being touched, other than gliding a little over his abs.
When I cried out and clenched down on my guys, Ryder and Father grunted at the same time.
“Holy fuck… that’s tight. You’re strangling my cock, baby,” Ryder hissed.
“Jesus… fuck… I can’t hold back…”
Father was the first to come, which was a first in general since he was so good at holding back and controlling his body. His fingers dug into my hips as he sputtered and thrust out of sync. Then it was Ryder’s turn. His eyes closed, and his mouth opened in a silent cry before he went limp.
Father fell on top of me, slipping out of my hole, and Ryder’s cock slid out of me, followed by their mingled cum. I felt so empty inside but so full of their love and passion as we lay there like a pile of overcooked, limp noodles.
“We’re so doing that again,” Father rasped, which put a huge smile on my face.
“I’m not sure my cock can take a second time,” Ryder whined. “But fuck me, that was… that felt so damn good, I think my brain shorted out.”
That made me laugh.
“Thank you for that,” I said, my eyes shut, resting my head on Ryder’s shoulder as my heart still beat too fast. “You’re both my everything.”
That led to my guys peppering me all over with kisses.