Finn chuffed and pressed harder.
“Ok, yes, I get it.” He began scratching, using both hands to rub the base of Finn’s ears. Jaime could feel the tension leaving his heavily-muscled shoulders, and Finn’s eyes started drooping.
Jaime smiled, and softly asked, “How could I ever be afraid of you?”
Finn pulled his head back to look at Jaime fully, his brown eyes the same, still loving and earnest. He whined, and without warning lapped his tongue up the side of Jaime’s face in one great big kiss.
Laughing, Jaime shrieked when Finn did it again and again, batting at him as he fell back into the couch.
Eventually, Finn relented and padded back, a large tremor going through him before he was standing back on two legs, staring at Jaime in wide-eyed adoration.
Wiping at his face, Jaime groused, “Ugh, great. Now I need to go and wash off again.”
Finn tackled him back into the couch and began landing wet, smacking kisses all over him while Jaime cackled.
The next twodays were some of the best of Jaime’s life, even with the looming threat of the trial, Jeffrey Dugan and the Salt Creek pack, and Jaime’s argument with Sam hanging over him.
Yes, he was still terrified that he would panic and be unable to give his testimony in front of everyone, and yes, a part of him did wonder what Sam could have possibly said to explain his actions this past year, but it was hard to focus too much on either when he was so fucking happy.
Andsafe.
They were out in the middle of nowhere, completely untraceable, hidden from the Salt Creek wolves. Even though he was terrified to testify and to face the possibility of losing Sam forever, he knew those were his battles to fight—his fears to confront. And he was so damn grateful that he had Finn to help with the rest, to protect him from the threats he couldn’t face alone.
Like giant, vengeful wolves.
Also, Finn was a sex god, wringing climax after climax out of Jaime until he was all cotton candy soft thoughts and loose limbs draped over Finn. He always had a look of pure male satisfaction and smugness on his face after he fucked Jaime so good he couldn’t move, and Jaime would have teased him about it, but, well, he usually wasn’t even able to say his own name, let alone form whole sentences.
They’d fucked all over the cabin. In the loft, obviously, on the couch, out on the porch while watching the sunset, and once they’d even tried to shower together in the tiny stall, Finn pressing Jaime up against the wall and grunting filthy praise into his ear as he fucked him in short, deep thrusts that ground against his prostate every time, making his balls tighten right from the start.
Jaime came in record time, panting open mouthed kisses along Finn’s chest and shoulders, cock untouched except for the hot slide and grind between them.
The sex had been incredible, but seeing as Finn had to step out once Jaime’s knees stopped trembling so he had room to actually clean himself off before trading places, they’d kept their showers short and solo, purely for washing after that.
Jaime’s favorite, though, was when he’d stumbled down the loft steps, having just swallowed Finn’s cock until his knotpopped in Jaime’s tight hold and he poured his hot release down his throat with a broken whine.
Finn had stepped back inside the cabin after using the outhouse, took one look at Jaime where he stood, naked and flushed, gulping down a glass of water, and crowded him back against the counter, spun him around by the hips, and urged him to bend over with a hand on his back.
“Hold on to something, baby.”
Doing as he was told, Jaime stayed bent over and gripped the edge of the counter as he heard thesnickof the lube bottle from somewhere behind him, then the lewd, wet noises of Finn slicking himself up.
Jaime was still prepped from that morning, and they had discovered together that hereallyliked how the initial stretch felt—the near too-much edge just as pain tipped into pleasure. So, two fingers to slick up his insides was the only prep that Finn gave him before he stuffed his cock inside, the blunt head catching on Jaime’s rim before bottoming out in one thrust.
They both gasped, Finn bracing himself over Jaime, anchoring him down, and then he fucked him harder and deeper than ever before.
Jaime cried out his name, sobbing and hiccuping in pleasure at the sheer ecstasy of it, hands scrabbling for purchase as Finn punched his thick cock up into Jaime’s belly relentlessly, driving him up onto his tip-toes every time.
It was never ending. Finn took Jaime higher and higher and higher with his praise and gentle commands, telling him that he was such a good boy, he was so good at this, he felt divine.
Finn told Jaime to take it as he heaved him back against his chest and held him tight around his belly and shoulders with firm, claw-tipped hands, pressing them together as Finn ground up into him while Jaime mewled. He knew he’d have new marksfrom this, cherished the proof of Finn’s want written all over him, reminding him of the pleasure they took in each other.
Jaime’s orgasm was a tidal wave—he saw it building long before it hit him full on, and yet he was still unprepared.
Voice cracking and pitching high, all Jaime could do was hold on, unable to support his own weight anymore as he took himself in hand and shouted Finn’s name over and over while he came, cum spilling all over the counter, all over his own belly and hand.
Finn’s arms banded even tighter. He grunted and thrust up into Jaime twice more before he came too, cock throbbing and jerking as he shoved himself deep inside and held tight, shouting his own climax.
Finn held Jaime up for a long while until their breathing slowed, nose buried in his hair as he softened inside of him.
