~ ~ Finn ~ ~

Two weeks later. My dreams gave way to a warm, happy, almost serene feeling as my eyes slowly opened and adjusted. Today was Cam's birthday.

Blinking, I could see Trix was already up. Lifting my head slightly, I heard the shower running.

Cam was spooning me with his morning wood wakening, and a smile stretched across my lips.

"Morning," he croaked.

My smile widened. "How's the birthday boy?" Pressing my arse onto his erection in a not-so-subtle invitation and my cock jerked.

Cam chuckled. "Depends... on what I'm getting for breakfast." He pushed his nose into hair and inhaled deeply.

I remembered Trix said she was going to make him his favourite: pancakes with strawberries. "Trix is still in the shower. Do you want it now? It will only take me ten minutes."

"Oh, it's not food I want, Finn," he hummed, nibbling on my ear. "I want you."

Someone's frisky this morning.

To emphasise his point, he grinds himself against me, bringing a hand around, lifting his head and twisting mine toward him. Our lips connected.

There was a desperation to his kiss, lips parting, tongue dipping in and out. Cam's teeth were sharp as he grazed across my lower lip, leaving me a little breathless when he eased back. "I want you. I want you so badly." His hand went down and gripped my dick, stroking up and down with the heel of his palm.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Finn?"

He had to ask?  "Fuck, yea."

"Lift and hold your leg up."

He shifted and turned, opening the drawer to grab lube and flipping the cap open. He returned and his cold, slick finger pressed inside... and then another rubbing over my prostate a good few times before he pulled them out and I felt dick press against my arse and I arched my back slightly, giving him easier access.

He eased in and then moved to grip my hip. "Fuck I love your arse..." he started fucking me at a slow pace but all I focused on was the words—he loved my arse.

Not me...my arse.

"You feel so good. So tight, I won't take long..." His grip on my hip tightened.

Lowering my leg, reaching back, my fingers pulled on Cam's arse to bring him closer, to encourage his thrusts. "Fuck. Harder Cam."

Grunts. Moans and the slapping of skin drowned out the quiet. Cam's breath heated the back of my neck as he fucked me just how I wanted, needed.  Feeling him everywhere.

Thrust after thrust my relief was close as Cam's hand reached around front, grabbing my cock stroking in time with his thrusts. I groaned, my balls pulling up tight. "...Fuck, Cam."

Cam moaned, his pace now erratic and fierce. He cursed out, his hand stalled, but I closed my hand around his and guided the motion until I went over the edge first and emptied all over the sheets.

"So, fucking close." He leaned over, and I craned my neck around to kiss him hard. "Fuck... Finn." He grunted, fetching his hand up to latch around my throat, and I wanted to tell him I loved him. Tell him I'm his. It was on the tip of my tongue, but his hand tightened and I lost the words.

Seconds later, I felt his dick swell and twitch as he moaned into my mouth. Panting, he loosened the grip around my throat and came in a hard, jerky action.

I caught my breath, and with no hesitation or thought, I told him I loved him.

He didn't say it back. He never does.

I'm not sure he ever will.

The bed dipped and Trix leaned across and kissed me. Hair wet, cheeks pink from the shower, she was a fucking vision to see, and I knew she would have watched us. She gets off on it. "Bet you two thought you were quiet?" she hummed, amused, but she couldn't mask the sadness, or rather pity.

I hated it when she looked at me that way, but I knew why.

Cam shifted from behind me. Leaning over, he kissed her. "Happy birthday, lover," she whispered, and the sadness lightened.

"I was hoping you would shower with me," he said.

"Later... I have a birthday bash I need to organise."

"Don't stress Bea, and thank you," he said, stroking a finger down her cheek.

"For what?" she asked.

"Because it will be perfect."

Trix smiled.

Cam shifted from the bed and I lifted my head and watched his sexy arse walk to the bathroom, shutting the door. He never asked if I wanted to shower with him. The awkward I love you had spooked him again. It was the reason I'd not said it for months now.

Trix climbed on the bed but flipped the sheet over where I'd just emptied a boat load of cum. "Another change of sheets!" she grinned, lying next to me.

"Ah-hu," I absently replied.

Her grin dropped. "You okay?" She moved to her side and gripped my chin between her finger and thumb. "I know he loves you, Finn."

She could read me like a book.

But thinking it and hearing it were very different things. And I wasn't sure why it was important that I heard him say it - but it was.

I pulled her toward me and kissed her. "Love you," I whispered.

"Love you more," she answered, as easy as breathing.

The day went by in a blur as me and Cam headed out to watch a football match. I got us fantastic seats in a box thanks to one of my clients. After it ended, we called in at the pub for a couple of drinks before returning home to find the house decked out with birthday decorations.

Our girl had gone a little crazy with the banners and balloons. You'd have thought he was turning twelve, not thirty-three. But neither Cam nor I would complain. Trix had said she'd hated missing his last four birthdays and wanted to indulge him, or maybe it was herself.

She waved to us from the sitting room. She was on a Skype chat with Ivy.

"Happy Birthday Clarke," Ivy called out when Cam walked over and kissed the top of Trix's head.

"Looking good, Ivy," he told her.

"You too, birthday boy."

He followed me into the kitchen and Trix and wandered through not long after. I popped the cap on a bottled beer and passed it to Cam. "Drink?" I asked Trix.

"White wine, please."

"You look beautiful," I told her as I poured her a glass.

"Thank you!" She twirled, showing off her new dress. How the fuck did I get so lucky? She kissed me before taking her glass of white. "Hmm, you smell good too."

The doorbell rang. "Party starts here," she squealed.

The next hour flew by. Music played, and our family and friends surrounded us, including my gran, who had strangely brought baby pictures of me to show to Trix. I think my gran wants to become a great-gran sooner rather than later.  But none of us were in a rush to have kids, but we'd all agreed they would be part of our future.

Being the social butterfly that I was, I chatted and mingled until I'd had enough and made my way to the garden to find Trix and Cam making out on the wooden swing chair.  I leaned up against the door-frame, watching them. "You're the man of the hour, you're supposed to be mingling, entertaining."

"Pfft." he humphs out. "It's my birthday, and I'd much rather be out here." His cheeks were a little red with the alcohol, but he looked happy.

The doorbell rang again. "Expecting anyone else?" I asked Trix. I'd seen everyone who was on the guest list.

Trix wiggled her eyebrows. There's mischief in those blues staring back. "Go find out."

Shaking my head, walking toward the door, it rang out another two times.  "Hand on...hold your horses," I called out as I opened the door with a beer in my hand. My mouth opened, then closed. Cam's parents were standing on the doorstep. And his sisters, too, who were grinning at me.

Fucking hell.

"Hello Finn," said his dad, offering out his hand. I stared down at it before giving my head a little wobble and shaking it. His firm grip tightened on mine, but not uncomfortably. "Beatrix invited us," he said to explain their appearance.

Cam's mum smiled. "Lovely to see you, Finn." She moved past her husband and kissed my cheek.

What the fuck?  I nodded. "Yeah, you too." I blinked. "Cam's gonna be chuffed you came." I knew this would make his day. Hell, year.

"Brilliant... you came." Trix was behind me, taking my bottled beer from me and sliding her hand in mine. I'll be having words with her later—a warning would have been nice. "Shift out the way Finn, let them in." She tugged my hand, and I moved aside.

"Sorry, yeah. Come in."

We all followed Trix through to the kitchen, where Cam was sharing a joke with Mike and another friend, Ryan.

He turned and his eyes nearly bugged out when he saw his family, but there was also something else there. Its relief.

Mike and Ryan scarpered, and I got drinks for everyone. We filled the next ten minutes with niceties and then Cam's dad asked if he could speak with him.

Cam put his drink down and nodded, leading his mum and dad out of the kitchen. "Do you want me there?" I asked him on the way past.

"No, I'm good, thanks."

Trix's name was called out from the front room, and she squeezed my arm on the way past. "He'll be fine Finn, don't worry."

I got a fresh beer, but my curiosity got the better of me. Knowing he would have taken them into the home office, I plodded down the hall and stood outside the room. The door was slightly ajar and I could hear them chatting about our business. My chest filled with pride as Cam talked them through the changes I'd made since we went live with the software and how we'd just signed up our fourth company thanks to Trix and Olivia Peterson, our not so silent partner. Although in hindsight, Trix was right to make her the offer. The contacts and funding helped us get there faster,  and we were about to employ our first two actual employees.

Satisfied that his family seemed genuinely interested and happy for him, I was about to step away when the conversation shifted. My jaw dropped when his dad apologised for that day he walked in on us kissing. I stepped closer, angling my head so I could hear him talking.

"Look Cam. I'm not sure if I'll ever be totally comfortable with you being with a man..." he cleared his throat.  "And Beatrix." His voice dipped. "But if you could not do that whole kissing and touching thing in front of me, then I'd appreciate it."

Cam was quiet, and I didn't think it was an unreasonable request, and it wasn't like we kissed in front of our friends or even outside the house.

I lifted my beer, taking a sip, and almost choked at Cam's reply.

"I know it's difficult for you, Dad. I get it. But these two people are it for me." He paused. "Finn doesn't know that I love him, but I do. I love him just as much as I love Bea. I'm in love with them both."

My heart was beating out of my chest. Hearing him say it out loud, my legs softened, and I stepped back, leaning against the wall. I didn't hear his dad reply, as my heart was roaring in my head.

He loved me. He told his parents he loved me.

"Pssst," I turned my head to see Trix crooking her finger, asking me to follow. I did, following her into the kitchen.

"You okay?" She looked concerned.

"Cam just told his dad he loves me."

Trix bounced on the balls of her feet before hugging me. "I told you," she whispered in my ear, and I hugged her back.

Half an hour later, Cam and his family returned to the kitchen, and we all ate, drank, and chatted comfortably. I smiled at Cam, but he said nothing about their conversation.

Just after midnight and the last guest left. I closed and locked the front door before heading back into the kitchen, where Trix was already tidying and collecting empty bottles. "Where's Cam?"

"I sent him up," she smiled at me. I walked toward her and took the bin-bag from her hand, dropping it on the floor. "This can wait till morning." I flicked my head. "Let's give Cam our last gift."

We headed upstairs, hand in hand. Cam came out of the bathroom and Trix headed in. "I can't stop peeing!" she giggled, but left the door open a little.

It left the two of us as I yanked my jumper off and threw on top of the linen basket, leaving me with a t-shirt on. I went to undo the belt on my jeans as Cam kicked off his shoes and socks. "Had a good time?" I asked him.

He said nothing, as I lifted my head to see if he was okay. He looked intense. "Cam?" Shaking his head, he ate up the space between us and grabbed my face in his big hands and his mouth slammed into mine. I moaned into his mouth as I wrapped my hands around his waist and tugged us closer.

He pulled back on a gasp. "I love you Finn. I'm sorry I've not said it before now—I'm a fucking idiot. But I do—love you."

My heart was fucking flying. "I love you." I said right back, smiling, feeling lighter.

The bathroom door opened, and Trix flicked off the light. "What?" she asked, her eyes flicking between us.

"Get over here. I love you too," said Cam.

Trix skipped, her smiling widening with each step. The three of us hugged.

"Hey, your gift." I remembered.

"I told you I wanted nothing else." Cam rolled his eyes. "The watch was enough."

"Pfft," grumbled Trix, breaking away, walking toward the large dresser, pulling open a drawer and reaching inside for an envelope. Her smile was coy as she returned to me and Cam. "Happy Birthday, Cam." She pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

"What's this?" He opened the envelope and goes quiet. "Beatrix Lael Harte," he read out loud, flipping to the next certificate. "Finnian Aaron Harte." He looked up at us both. "You both changed your names!?" He looked down at the certificates again, one in each hand.

"We know we can't officially get married, but I thought this would show everyone we're serious in the meantime...we belong to each other," she said.

"A-and you're both taking my name?" he stuttered.

He's in shock, I think?

"That's what I said." I chuckled. "I mean, c'mon, everyone would rather be a little wilder?"

Trix slapped my chest playfully before stepping closer to Cam and resting her hand on his cheek. "I've always known I wanted to marry you, and I would have taken your name, so until we can all get married—" His lips crashed into hers pulling her tight against him and then he was reaching out, gripping my t-shirt in his fists and yanking me closer, his mouth on mine.

"Thank you... this is.." His Adam's apple slowly bobbed as he swallowed and Trix wrapped an arm around his waist and he tucked her under his arm.

"It's the three of us... always," she said, reaching for my hand.

"I'm tied to you both—never to be untied," said Cam, knitting his fingers with mine.

"Forever... for life." I added, as my voice fluctuated with emotion.

Four years ago, I met the man who changed my world and eight months ago I found the woman of my dreams. Was I the luckiest fucker on the planet? Damn straight.

Would I change a thing?  Hell no.

The End...