Jaime hated how endearing it was.
“No.” Finn cleared his throat, voice rough. He did that quite a lot. Maybe he was allergic to one of Jaime’s house plants?
“Um, I wondered if you would go with me. To Silver Rapids. To lunch. With me? I know it’s chilly, but it’s a beautiful day. It would be nice to get outside for a bit. You should bring your coat,though. Or I have one you could borrow,” Finn finished quickly, shuffling his feet.
Was he blushing?
“Oh.” Jaime had not been expecting that.
The crease appeared between Finn’s eyebrows. That, too, was irritatingly adorable. “Oh?”
“Yes, oh.” Jaime blinked a few times. “I mean, yes, I’ll go with you. If that’s what you want? I figured you needed to get away for a few hours, I understand needing a break.”
Finn was fully frowning at him now. “I don’t need to get away from you, Jaime.”
That stern timber of his voice made Jaime’s stomach swoop and sent a pulse of arousal down the length of his cock. He was wearing his oldest and rattiest pair of sweatpants, and they were so threadbare they were practically see-through. Which was exactly why he needed to rein in his train of thought now, before Finn saw just how affected Jaime was by that stern yet gentle tone.
With that tone, he could tell me to get on my knees like a good boy, feed me his cock, and I’d be the one thanking him afterwards.
He snapped shut the cover of his e-reader, and did his best to casually readjust his plumping cock while he sat up from his very comfortable, ego-destroying couch. Luckily, knowing that Finn was witnessing his struggle with the monstrosity helped settle his erection a little.
“Ok, then. If you don’t want to be by yourself, I’ll join you. Actually, I’ve never been to Silver Rapids, even though it’s only fifteen or so minutes from here. Is that weird?”
Finn made a noncommittal hum. “It’s not really on the tourist scene, it stays pretty quiet. But it’s going to be a nice day, I thought we could go out for a walk. You’ve been cooped up in here for too long.”
Jaime sighed, looking out toward the lupine meadow behind his house, on the cusp of blooming. “Yeah, I think I have. Let me go upstairs and get cleaned up and changed, I can be ready in a few minutes.”
Their arms brushed lightly as he passed by, headed for the stairs, and Finn sucked in a quiet breath, shoulders stiffening.
Oh God, do I smell bad? Is that why he’s always clearing his throat around me? I stink?
He hurried up the stairs and stripped his shirt off, taking a big whiff of the underarms before tossing it in the hamper. It just smelled like deodorant and fabric softener to him—he’d worn clean clothes and showered every day since Finn was there. He couldn’t really smell that bad, could he?
Jaime needed to get out of this house. He was reading way too much into every minute reaction that happened between them.
Speaking of… well, notminutereactions, more likeaveragereactions, thank you very much, Jaime stepped under the hot shower spray and took himself in hand to get rid of the semi he hadn’t quite been able to tame in his flight from the couch.
I read entirely too many romance novels.
He really did read too many romance novels. That was where nearly all of his sexual knowledge and fantasies came from, and had fueled many nights of self-exploration with various toys and dildos—but Jaime’s usual favorite scenes weren’t what he thought of as he stroked himself with a firm, steady hand, thumb catching on the crown of his cock, the tip leaking precum.
No, his imagination was filled with thoughts of Finn using that stern voice on him, telling him to get on his hands and knees on the bed, maybe to stretch out and grab the headboard…
You’re such a good boy for me, Jaime. Fuck, look at you. Are you going to let me inside of you, baby? Are you going to let me open you up with my thick fingers? Huh? Do you want to ridethem? That’s it, sit back on them and let me hear how much you fucking love how they feel inside of you…
Jaime’s hand was flying over his cock, squeezing hard as his hips thrust erratically, and he imagined that it was Finn’s calloused fist his length tunneled into, Finn’s arm banded around his middle, pinning him down, holding him tight as he made Jaime take all of him…
He came with a gasp, eyes flying open wide, his forearm braced on the shower wall trembling with his climax. Jaime painted the tile with his cum, and watched it slide down along with the hot water dripping from his hair and off the tip of his nose, forehead resting against his arm.
Fucking hell. He’d never come that hard or fast in his life. None of his tried and true spank bank favorites could do what imagining Finn’s voice had done. If that’s how he reacted to just his imagination of Finn, what would the real thing be like?
Hastily washing his hair and scrubbing himself down with body wash, Jaime finished the rest of his shower quickly. He sped through his routine on rote memory, still in a daze from the explosive orgasm he’d just had, and threw on a pair of his nicer jeans and a long-sleeve henley.
He hadn’t worn these jeans in a long time—definitely not since everything had happened last year. Turning in the mirror for a quick once-over, he noticed they still made his butt look good.
Would Finn look at his perky ass in these jeans?
Fuck, it’s going to be a long day.
