~ ~ Finn ~ ~

Spraying on deodorant, I tossed the can on the bed and reached for my jeans. Pulling them on, I fastened and lifted my tee-shirt but stopped short of putting it on.

Nah, I wouldn't bother. I was still warm from my training with Mike and then the shower. Leaving my chest bare, along with my feet, I looked at my hand. Having unwrapped the bandages when I got out of the shower. The cut was healing nicely. Although I would still need to keep it dry. Grabbing the bag I'd brought home from the hospital from the side dresser, I tipped out the contents. They'd given me a few larger strip plasters. Awkwardly, I applied one. Not ideal, but at least I could now wiggle and use my fingers. Give it another week and everything should be back to normal, as long as I stayed away from plant-pots... "Fucking idiot," I mumbled to myself.

My phone pinged, and I scooped it up. It was a message from Trix. She would call when she could. I smiled and quickly fired one back, telling her everything was good between me and Cam and I missed her and not to worry and to take care of Ivy.

Cam

A flash of last night steam-rolled right on through my head. Something had most definitely shifted... and for the better, as if he'd finally opened his eyes. And this morning when I'd woken to an unfamiliar weight pressing on my chest, I'd felt intoxicated, almost high because I knew who was pinning me down and I was reluctant to move as his warm breath skimmed across my nipple teasing and yet reminding me of what we'd shared the night before.

And there was also the fun fact that we'd spent the night in the same bed—just me and him. And at some point he'd tucked himself into me, his arm draping over my chest and his hair tickled my chin. There would be no moving my stupid grin. And just as good was when I finally lifted him a little and eased from under him, his hand automatically reached out as if searching whilst he mumbled in his sleep.

Fucking cute. Not that I'd tell him.

My stomach grumbled. Time to eat. Heading to the kitchen, I rummaged through the fridge. Cam wasn't here, but he'd left a scribbled note saying he wouldn't be gone long.

Head stuck in the fridge, I didn't hear the front door or him come through to the kitchen.

"Christ, Finn! Don't tell me you got your hand wet?"

Grabbing a carton of eggs. "Nu-uh, just took off the bandages and stuck this on. Makes life easier." I turned, closing the door with the back of my foot. Half expecting him to look pissed, instead his eyes were slowly making their way down my chest...abs...lower.

A flush rose in his cheeks. He was checking me out for sure.

And didn't my body react in a big way, now glad I was wearing jeans as they did a much better job at hiding my concealed weapon!

Concealed weapon?! I had to stop myself from snickering.

Get a grip Finn.

But, if he could take a day-trip—then so could I as my eyes tripped over him...he was wearing jeans too and a slightly crumpled dark blue tee, stretched tight across his pecs.

Yum. Fucking. Yum. His hair was messy and damp, probably from the shower but with the addition of a full on days stubble as he hadn't shaved for over a day now... and didn't that look hot as fuck.

Our eyes finally met as I popped the eggs on the side, forgotten, and my brows nudged together. "What's in the bag?" Flicking my chin up.

He lifted the paper bag, giving it a little shake. "Oh, I nipped out to that deli you love."

Boom! Was that my heart exploding? "Yeah? Honestly—for me?"

He half smiled, shrugging, "No big deal. Don't go acting like a chick and start gushing all over me."

"Nah, you're safe." Smirking. "...but if you fancy doing my laundry, then have at it." I winked.

He shook his head, pulling out a chair. "Prick!"

"So...sweetheart, what did you get me?" I wiggled my eyebrows, and a smile tugged at the edge of his mouth.

"Sit your arse down," he insisted as he slid the bag across the table. Opening, my eyes spied my favourite roll. Salmon with Avocado with shaved Parmesan cheese. Jesus, my mouth watered.

Underneath mine sat Cam's. A boring ham and cheese roll. I handed it over before making quick work of the wrapping on mine, taking my first bite. "Christ.." I part moaned, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

Cam watched me, head tilted, a baffled look had me second guessing if he was okay.

"What?" I asked, still chewing.

"You—" He unwrapped his roll. "You're making the same noises that you did last night when I sucked you off."

I spluttered a cough almost spitting a chunk of Avocado.

He added, "I'm thinking I definitely need to work on my technique."

Swallowing, lowering my roll. I had to blink...twice before I could throw out a reply. "You should take it as a compliment." Fully grinning. "This is fucking good."

We both laughed it off and this was progress! The flirty banter between us was easy, relaxed, and I was almost tempted to lean over and drag his lips to mine...but I didn't, baby steps and all that.

Cam put down his roll, pushing out his chair. "You want a drink? Juice? Water?"

I nodded. "There's still some raspberry and banana smoothie I made yesterday in there."

He grabbed the jug from the fridge and two glasses and split it between us.

As he sat back down, I pushed my luck. See how far we could go with this easy banter. "You know, in the interest of fairness. A like for like comparison." I raised my eyebrows, bemused. "You could always blow me whilst I eat?" I hid my smirk behind my roll.

He didn't even flinch, but wiped a hand across his mouth. "Yea," he shrugged. "S'pose I could."

Fuck-ing-hell!

My jaw dropped and my dick stiffened... painfully.

Cam full out laughed. "Your face." Shaking his head. "Ain't happenin' sunshine, keep dreaming." He paused. "Anyway, dick doesn't go with ham and cheese."

I reached for my smoothie, gulping down a healthy mouthful.

He laughed again. Wind up merchant!

But I watched him shift in his chair and adjust himself. Seems he wasn't as immune to my idea as he made out.

Humming, I said, "hundred quid says you're harder than cement right now."

He didn't reply, only raised one eyebrow and took another bite of his food. I pressed my elbows into the table and leaned over, glancing over the edge of the table to look down at his groin. Yep, he was sporting a sizeable hard-on.

"Finish your dinner," he instructed but a smirk was plastered across his stupidity beautiful mouth.

Urgh. Fine...

We finished eating, and I tidied the packaging away as Cam rinsed out our glasses. Leaning up against the counter. I wondered if he had anything planned. "So, what do you feel like doing today?" This was his first day of being unemployed and I didn't want him stuck inside his head, worrying.

"This," he said and two strides he pressed himself up against me, the counter digging into my lower back and...

Hello...

His erection grazed mine.

He used his weight to keep me there. Our bodies flush and our chests rising and falling in sync and our lips barely an inch apart. We'd gone from kissing when only sex was involved to flirting and now him making moves on me. He slanted his mouth over mine and his tongue demanded access.

"Your bedroom or mine?" he said into my mouth, or at least that's what I thought he said before he moved onto the sensitive skin where my shoulder and neck met and his hand shifted, closing over my cock through my jeans and I had to stop myself from humping into his hand.

Christ, this felt like drowning, only I didn't want to come up for air.

"Finn?"

Oh yeah. "Yours...your bedroom." We'd done nothing in his bedroom. Cam's room was normally off limits.

"Want to get you out of these," he hummed, "and pick up from last night."

My brain was popping neurons all over the damn place. Last night we'd explored with my fingers and mouth whilst I sucked him to a happy climax... his first climax through stimulation of that sweet gland... orgasm heaven.

Was he willing to take it a step further? Was he ready?

"You mean...." I let it hang.

"Ah-hu. I want you—everything." His hand squeezed my dick.

And then he was off me and heading out the kitchen as I stood there for a second, the cool air washing across my chest before I shook my head and was hot on his heels.

Fuck, we were really going to do this.

I followed him through to his bedroom. And I would admit I was equal parts nervous and fucking excited, but I'd let him lead. Show me what he wants.

The bedroom door wasn't even closed before Cam had me pinned to it, his hands all over me, touching and squeezing with feral hunger. He dropped down in front of me. His tongue slightly poking out as he made light work of my belt, button and zipper, before hooking his fingers around the waistband of my boxers and pulling them down, happily freeing my relieved dick.

He hummed as he greedily gobbled me down and I shuddered, letting my head press against the door as he sucked me off at an unapologetic rhythm.

"Fuck." I sucked in a sharp breath. "Slow down Cam." I wanted it to last more than two minutes.

He actually growled, deep and low as the vibration travelled through my swollen dick and forced my eyes closed with pleasure.

Nope, he wasn't listening as I forced my eyes open and grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling him off me. "Easy tiger. I don't want to blow my load in your fucking mouth." No, I wanted his arse.

I pulled him to his feet, my hand snaking around his neck, pulling his lips to mine. I let my other hand slip under his tee to run along the ridges of his ribcage as his tongue owned my mouth.

My cock flinched as I pressed it into him. I wanted him to feel what he did to me and to want it as much as he wants his next breath. It always that way for me – with him. And when he groaned into my mouth, I celebrated inwardly. He's feeling it. He nibbled along my jaw as I pinched his nipple, forcing his hip to buck into me. "Fuck Cam. I want you, fucking need you, and unless you tell me to fuck off or stop, then we're doing this."

He pulled back, his eyes gripping mine as he lifted a finger to run along my jaw and up across my lips.

"We're doing this," he repeated my words but didn't smile, but it was distinctly there, whispering across his features.

Fuck yeah...

His mouth slammed into mine as I eased my hand between us rubbing his dick through his jeans as he pushed into it. I drew my mouth away, enough to talk. "Tell me what you want, Cam."

"Christ, I don't know. Touch me, anything."

Anything eh?

"You want my hand or my mouth first? I undid his button and slid my hand inside.

He seemed to have trouble breathing, and it ratcheted up my excitement knowing its the same for us both. His pupils were practically blown. I'd seen this before – this reaction, but only ever with Trix, so I knew what he was giving me here was all him. It's genuine. He wants me and the energy, electricity or whatever the fuck you want to call it was real. We're on the same fucking page.

"Mouth," he hissed out.

I pushed off my jeans, which were still around my ankles, and dropped down, taking his jeans and boxers with me. I kept my eyes up as I licked across his swollen head and his eyelids lowered half-mast.

"Fuck Finn," he sucked in air and I wrapped my lips around him before taking him deep. "Fuck, yeah." He pumped his hips as his hands shifted to hold my head, knotting his fingers in my damp hair to control me.

I worked him over, humming, knowing the vibrations would affect him just as much as sucking him to the back of throat. My hands reached around to grip his arse, and even the pain from my sore hand didn't bother or restrict me now.

"Need more, Finn...fingers...use your fingers." He shifted his legs and the truth behind the husky timbre of his voice flamed across my skin.

Hell yeah!

I slowed my sucks, easing back to dip my finger in my mouth before slipping it under and up to his to hole, testing, teasing then pressing inside, easily, to hear him sigh and curse at the same time. My dick was leaking all over the damn place, knowing it would be the next thing to go up his arse...if I did this right.

Pulling off, he groaned. "I want you on your bed, on your back." I said.

"On my back?"

"Yeah, wank off me while I grab what we need." I took a breath, rising from the floor. I watched him for a second before nipping to my room and grabbed the lube and a condom just in case.

Back in his room, I drank in the sight of him. Legs splayed, fingers gripping his rock-hard dick, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, eyes bright with a mix of excitement and maybe a little fear.

Pressing a knee on the bed, I dropped the lube and condom close to hand as I climbed over him. "I'm gonna give you everything you want—you just need to relax and take everything I give." I lowered, capturing his mouth with mine as his hands grabbed my face and his tongue surged between my lips.

"Want you—want this."

The promise in his words had my heart ricocheting against my ribs.

"There's not a single inch I don't want to kiss, lick, eat...and fuck!"

"Christ, Finn."

I rolled my hips against him, our cocks rubbing each other off. "Feel how hard you make me?"

I slid my lips across his jaw, down his throat. Letting my hand wander across his chest, I plucked his nipple to hear him gasp and tense before I soothed it with my tongue, sucking, licking, teasing. Taking my sweet arsed time just like I'd done in my head hundreds of times. My hand carried on its journey south till I wrapped my fingers around his dick, stroking as I sucked his nipple.

"Fuck, I think I'm gonna come already," he gasped out.

"Not till my dick's inside your hot, tight arse." I whispered and wondered if actually hearing the words might spell out the reality for him of what was finally happening between us.

Nope—not a word. So I kept kissing, licking across his skin, loving the sweet-salty taste of him following the dark trail of hair till I held my hand still and sucked the crown into my mouth, letting my tongue taste his pre-cum.

Lips parted he muttered my name over my name as I flicked my eyes up to see his closed and then he crooked his elbow and he lowered it to cover his eyes.

"Fuck Fin." he tried to push more of his cock into my mouth but I wasn't letting him control this—any of it. His pleasure was going to be all mine.

His hand shifted and moved to my hair sifting through the roots and I sucked him deep but only for a second before pulling away altogether.

"Keep touching yourself—but no coming."

I reached for the lube, flipped the cap and covered my hand generously, then wrapped my hand around my dick, sliding easily up and down. Ready, I flicked my attention back up to Cam. "Turn over on all fours." It would be easier for both of us this way as my dick's patience was just about all out.

Cam rolled over and went up on his knees. Damn, his arse was fucking perfection.

Shifting forward, I settled over his back, leaving no space between us. As I licked and sucked his neck and along his collarbone, shifting my hips until my dick was nestled between his arse cheeks. I was leaking all over the place that there was most likely just as much pre-cum slicking his arse as there was lube.

He felt tense under me. "Relax, I'm gonna make you feel good."

Cam settled, his arms folded beneath him, supporting his head. Adding some space, I touched and ran my hands over his back, arms, arse but mostly focused on my dick brushing against his arse-hole letting him get used to it—not rushing this no matter how much my body wanted to inside him. Cam pressed back.

Reluctantly pulling my dick from his firm cheeks. He groaned, and I pried him apart and dipped, licking over his hole, stiffening my tongue to rim and tease. I heard him groan, as I now pressed my finger inside, to the knuckle, letting him adjust before adding a second. I was glad I put the time in last night getting him used to me being inside him.

"More, Finn."

I smirked. Someone's greedy.

I pressed in a third, slowly feeling him out, stretching, readying, and then...I went deeper, searching out that sweet spot with the tight bundle of nerves. The second I rubbed over his prostate, Cam let out a ragged shout and pushed up against my fingers. I managed not to plunge any deeper into him. As I began massaging him, he let out little grunts and groans.

"Fuck. Shit. I need... I need..." his words tailed off but I knew what he was feeling, thinking.

"I know what you need, Cam. I got you."

Pulling fingers, I moved up and over his back, whispering, praising as he turned his head and hungrily found my mouth. "God, you're so fucking beautiful." And mine, was on the tip of my tongue. "You know that, right?" He grunted. "You turn me inside out, Cam." And so much more.

I kissed him hard again, everything I'm taking from him still wasn't enough. It would never be enough.

I tried to ignore the niggling voice inside my head, but common sense won out. I had to make sure. I shifted my mouth to his ear, sucking the lobe "Tell me you still want this—want me." My words were breathless...needy.

"Hmm," he mumbled.

That wasn't enough for me. "I need to hear you say the words, Cam."

His head lifted and turned. "Yeah, I want this." He swallowed. "I'm ready Finn."

Relief settled over me and I eased off. "Do you want me to wear a rubber?"

Cam shook his head. "No, we're both clean. I want to feel you..."

My chest tightened. It's a first for us both. I'd never gone bare with a guy and at least that fucker who hurt Cam wore protection.

It got my dick's attention too, and I thought it was going to shoot off out of the starter gate. I gripped the base and squeezed, shutting my eyes tightly and willed it to calm the fuck down, steadying my breathing.

Keeping a firm hold, I nudged his hole. "I'm gonna need you to bare down for me, okay?"

As I pressed forward, adding pressure, he pushed back and let out a deep mumbled groan as my crown slipped past his outer muscles. I would give him a second. I shifted to move myself across his back, pressing my chest against him. The skin on skin helped and I swore I could feel his heart beating through his back pounding as fast as mine.

I slid more of myself inside.

"Jesus," he ground out.

"Breathe Cam." Fuck my eyes watered and I I knew what he would be feeling. "Hurt good, yeah?" His body would fight the intrusion but still want it, the burn, the stretch, even the pain. There's nothing fucking like it.

His head dropped slightly. "Yeah, good...need more Finn." His voice was tight.

The last few inches and I finally bottomed out inside him as he turned and I kissed him. "We're gonna take this slow, want to make this good for you."

Pulling up, I took my first full breath in what felt like days. Looking down to where we joined, I could have come right there. His tight hole stretched so fucking nicely around me it bordered on painful—but oh so good, "Christ, I wish you could see this."

He lifted his head, tilting it to the side..."What?"

"How fucking good my dick looks inside your arse. You were fucking made for it."

I heard him groan as I steadied my hands on his hips, pulling out as we both groaned as I slid right back home.

I set a pace, wanting it to last for both of us, each stroke meant to tease and drive up his need.

"Yes..Finn, fuck there, yeah. That's—" he didn't finish. Instead he reached a hand back and grabbed my leg, squeezing. "Fuck, yes."

I smiled, knowing I didn't need to hold back any longer.

"Jerk off," I told him. "Want us to do this together."

I fucked him harder as we're both grunting, lost in the feelings, but I wouldn't come until he had...

"Fuck, Fuck,Fuck." he said low and hungry as I tried to focus on anything but how good he felt, the sweet friction doing crazy things to every single nerve end.

He started mumbling my name over and over as I gripped his hips. He tightened around my dick and I knew he's just about to unload.

Fuuuuuck. I was breathing so hard, sweat gathered on my forehead and trickled down my back.

Cam cried out my name and sagged slightly, heading dropping, giving a full body shudder as he came all over his bed.

I was close too as my balls slapped against his taint, and I felt my own climax barrel down my spine heading straight for my balls. My legs braced as my fingers dug deeper on his hips and I flung my head back and a string of curses and his name echoed as I emptied deep inside his arse.

Un-fucking-believable... fuuuuuk.

Panting. We came up for air as I slowed, totally wrung out.

I'd fucked guys before, but this connection I felt with Cam. It was like nothing before. I just hoped to Christ he wasn't gonna freak out as soon as we came up for air.

Pulling out, Cam collapsed down, rolling onto his back, his chest heaving, and I followed him down, lying side-by-side both of us still in our half-world of pleasure, orgasm drunk.

Not saying a word, he reached for my hand and squeezed... and that was the fucking cherry on top.

I couldn't tell you how long we both just lay there a sweaty mess, but I didn't care.

"You okay?" I finally asked.

"Yea," his voice was hoarse.

Was he? I lifted my head, reaching for his face, turning it my way. "What is it—did I hurt you?"

"No, I just—"

"Just what?" My voice rose.

Silence but for the sheer panic electrocuting my brain.

Spit it out man!

One heartbeat...then two.

"Bea...I was thinking about Bea. I miss her."

Air leaked from my lungs as my head fell back, eyes suddenly heavy. "I miss her too."

We lay there in a comfortable silence, and I was in no rush to move, although we both needed another shower as Cam's cum was sticky on my lower back from the bedding I was lying on top of.

"Can I ask you a question?" The seriousness of tone told me he was going to ask his question either way and often a question asking if they could ask question was more like a loaded weapon.

"Yeah, shoot." He kept me waiting a half a minute, prickling the hair on the back on my neck.

"If you had to choose between me and Bea... who would you choose?"

What? Jesus. It wasn't a loaded question, it was a fucking trip-wire on a bomb.

"Why do I have to choose?" Smart move, answer his question with my own.

He moved his hand from me, shifted onto his side and propped himself up on his elbow, his head angled toward me. A guarded look. "This... us. If its went tits up and the three of us weren't working—could you choose?"

I shouldn't have been surprised by his question. It was typical Cam, always planning ahead, worrying. Me, I preferred to just focus on the here and now. "If you asked me that a few months ago, it would have always been you." I was just being honest.

"But now?"

"Truthfully. I don't know. You both pull at something inside me. I wouldn't ever want to have to choose between the two people that make me feel whole in a way I didn't even realise was possible." I smiled, hopefully having dodged a bullet, before adding gently. "Each of you speaks to a different part of me."

"Fuck, Finn, that's deep."

I was under no illusion who he would choose. "It's just the truth, Cam." I hoped he would come to the same conclusion over time. "I won't give either of you up without fighting hard for us."

He rolled back and lay down flat and I had an idea. Yeah, crazy, but hey I'd throw it out there. "Your passport in date?"

"Yeah why?"

"Ever been to Canada?"

He sat up again, twisting toward me. "You Serious? Go see Bea? Like book something now? Today?"

"Yeah, I'm not picking up training with my clients till next week. And Mike wont mind missing a session and you're without a job—what's stopping us, lets go see our girl."

He didn't answer with words. Instead, he pressed his mouth to mine and I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss.

Hell, I could get used to this.