Kage manoeuvred them around until Finley’s legs were over his shoulders and he was licking the precome off Finley’s cockhead, a lube bottle on hand. He took the thick erection into his mouth halfway while prying Finley’s hole open with two lubed fingers.
The whimpery moans coming from Finley fuelled Kage even more, but the need to be inside his lover overrode his desire to draw out Finley’s orgasm. He nuzzled Finley’s balls, inhaling the musk of an aroused man, then kissed his thigh as he pulled away. Lubing his hard-on, he looked down at Finley, his cheeks flushed, his triceps bulging from how hard he was gripping the rails of the headboard. And a collar around his neck reflecting the dim light of their bedroom.
“Fuck me, Kage. I need you inside me or I’ll burst.”
“I won’t fuck you.” Kage circled the head of his cock over Finley’s rim and smirked at the look of betrayal Finley gave him. “But I’ll make love to you.”
The whimper Finley released turned into a gasp when Kage slid in halfway. He cried out as Finley welcomed him into his tight channel, angling his hips up to take more of Kage’s dick. They had evenings of raw fucking, of handjobs in the shower, and quickies in the kitchen after a day of not seeing each other.
But other evenings, they could take their time to enjoy a good old-fashioned missionary.
With shallow thrusts, Kage made his way deep into Finley, covered him with his body, and captured his lips. Their languid kiss matched the slow rhythm of Kage’s hips as they moaned together, inching towards climax. Once it washed over them, itwasn’t a tidal wave of ecstasy, but a warm blanket of pleasure filled with mutual trust and love.
They held each other, Kage stuck to Finley’s abs with come, his cock deflating but still inside his lover.
“Kage?” Finley wrapped his arms around him, keeping Kage in place. Kage would forever be in awe of how much bigger Finley was than he, yet chose to leave that physical strength at the door when he didn’t need it.
“Mmhmm?” Kage rested his cheek on Finley’s sweaty pec.
Finley took Kage’s hand, kissed it, then held it over his chest. Kage understood the gesture as the silentI love youit was.
“What do you say about a trip to Cornwall?”
“Sure. When?” He flicked his tongue over Finley’s nipple and grinned when his man sucked in a breath.
“This weekend. I found a nice inn to stay over on the way.”
“Then we better start packing.” Kage kissed Finley quickly, then slid down his body. “Now let me lick that cock clean so we can go to sleep.”
Chapter Twenty-Three
Finley
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Finley squeezed Kage’s hand as they stood on a grassy cliff’s edge facing the turquoise waters of Porthcurno Bay.
The waves climbed high before smoothing closer to the sandy beach. A surfer disappeared under the water, but popped out soon after, dragging his board by the string attached to his ankle. Two others paddled further out, then stood up on their boards. The beach was otherwise empty, the weather far too chilly for casual goers to endure.
“It is.” Kage smoothed his hair back, but the wind ruffled it again. His cheeks were flushed from the breeze and he huddled in his leather jacket, turning the collar up. “Did you ever surf?”
“Nah. Max tried to teach me, but I was shit at it. I was stressed enough watching him do it, even though he picked it up when he was eight and was pretty good early on.” The surfers in front of them packed up and headed out. Finley clutched the urn under his free arm, the same one that he’d been talking to for two years. “I brought Max and his two mates to surf here once. This is the spot I took that picture of him from the album. He said he felt alive and free when he was riding a wave, more than during anything else. I think he’d like to be a part of the waves now.” Finley’s chest constricted as he let go of Kage’s hand and opened the urn. He handed the lid to Kage to hold as he tipped the contents over the edge of the cliff.
“I thought I’d go into the waves with his ashes after I was sure his killers had been dealt with,” Finley said, and appreciated the soothing touch of Kage’s arm around his waist. “But now, I want him to surf alone a bit longer.” The wind carried the ashes further over the empty beach and towards the angry water. “Be free, Max,” Finley whispered through a lump in his throat. His tears felt hot over his cheeks, cooled by the wind that swept them away.
Knees weak, he knelt on the grass and took solace in the embrace of the man who’d been patient and understanding with him like no one had ever been before. He’d nursed Finley back to his feet after the shooting, gave him bollocking for leaving his socks on the floor, and supported him in taking small steps towards accepting Max’s passing.
Kage replaced the lid and covered Finley’s cold hands with his even colder ones. They sat like that until the sun turned the water red and the cool breeze chilled them to the bone.
When they stood up, Kage retrieved a box from his backpack. “So you can continue the album. Or get a new one.” He handed Finley the gift and offered a small smile.
Finley opened it and pulled Kage to his chest. “You got me a Polaroid?”
“They’re all the rage now and you like your pics on paper, so I thought—”
“Thank you.” He traced his fingers over the device similar to the one he used to have so many years ago. “You must have paid a fortune for it.”
Kage shrugged, but Finley saw his guiltily sneaky expression. “Nah. But even if I did, it would be worth the look on your face now.”
Finley turned to the sea and pointed the camera at the sunset. The sheet slid out and he waved it to develop, but the image was far from perfect. That was the beauty of it.
