Finn

by Catherine Lievens

  “Doc, can we have sex?”

  Jared stopped in his tracks and looked at him. “You’re not shy, huh?”

  “Come on, you’ve known me for twenty years, you know I’m not! I just want to be sure I won’t hurt Finn.”

  Jared chuckled. “I don’t see any problems for you to reaffirm your mating bond.” Bryce should have known Jared would have understood exactly what he was asking. His cougar was driving him crazy because they had let Finn slip out of their sight and he had gotten hurt. Bryce felt like a caveman for feeling that way, but his cougar wasn’t leaving him any choice. The need to mark Finn as his again was strong, especially because they could smell Karun’s scent on him, even after Finn had showered. It was probably all in Bryce’s mind, but still... “Just don’t be too rough, and it would be better if he was the one on top, just to be sure he won’t hurt his head on the pillow.”

  “Umm...” It wasn’t exactly what Bryce had in mind, but he would deal with it. He didn’t have problems with bottoming, but he wasn’t sure his cat would be okay with it.

  “I meant that he has to be on top, but not that he has to top.” With a wink Jared stepped in the hallway and walked away.

  Bryce let his cougar surface, knowing he needed it. He prowled toward the bedroom, taking in the sight of his mate spread on the comforter, shirtless, his pale skin a stark contrast with the dark fabric. Finn’s hair was unbound, creating a soft looking halo around his face. Bryce could literally feel himself becoming sappy as he thought his mate really looked like an angel, and damn if it didn’t feel good knowing he was the one debauching him.

  It took Bryce only a couple of long strides to get at the edge of the mattress, his clothes flying around the room as he walked. He stopped in front of his mate in his birthday suit and took his fill looking at him, letting Finn do the same. It was amazing that even with the amount of sex they’d had during the past weeks, Finn still blushed a little when Bryce was so blatant about his body, but the pink color looked so good on his mate that Bryce had started doing it on purpose. Not that he would ever admit it to Finn, of course.

  “Are you going to take those pants off?” he asked his mate, watching as the blush crept down Finn’s chest. Finn didn’t say anything as he complied, sliding the sweats down his legs. Once his mate was naked, Bryce got on the bed with him and helped his mate to lie down, careful of his injury. He decided his side would be the perfect position to start, but now that the doc had told him about it, he really wanted to watch Finn ride him.

  Sliding behind his mate, Bryce stroked Finn’s side, chuckling at the shiver that raked his body. Finn was so responsive, and he loved it! He pressed a kiss on Finn’s nape, moving his lips along his shoulders and reveling in the soft noises Finn was letting out. Each moan, each groan and whimper that Finn let out as his hand slid down Finn’s stomach seemed to have a direct effect on Bryce’s cock. The fact that Finn was pressing his ass hard against Bryce’s groin might also have had to do with how hard he was right now, though.

  Using only the tip of one finger, Bryce traced the thick vein that ran on the underside of Finn’s shaft before caressing the cap, spreading the pre-cum that was already leaking from it. It took so little to make his mate go out of his mind, and Finn was already begging for more.

  “Please, Bryce. More.”

  Sucking a mark on Finn’s neck, Bryce reached for the nightstand and snatched the lube from its drawer. Wetting his fingers, he tried to put some distance between them, but Finn was having none of it. He pushed back as if inviting Bryce to enter him, and Bryce couldn’t wait. He just had to be quick stretching Finn, since it was what they both wanted.

  Following Finn’s crease with his fingers, Bryce slipped one of them in, searching for the tight muscle and pushing the finger in when he found it. Finn wasn’t too tight, since they had made love that morning, so Bryce was able to add a second finger almost right away. Moving his fingers in and out, he continued to torture Finn with his mouth, nipping, licking and sucking his mate’s neck, shoulders and shoulder blades while his other hand was slowly stroking Finn’s cock. The triple sensations had Finn writhing and moaning next to Bryce and his cock hard as a rock. Bryce was going to come all over his mate’s back if he didn’t accelerate things.

  The third finger made Finn tense a bit, but he was soon squirming again, and Bryce knew it was time. He slid his fingers out, smiling at the whimper Finn let out, and let himself fall down on his back, tugging Finn to let him know he had to follow. His mate’s eyes were hooded and full of passion, but they also widened a bit when Bryce gestured for him to move on top of him.

  “I don’t know, Bryce. I’ve never done it that way before.”

  “Just do what feels good, love, just as always. I’m going to love anything you do because it’s you doing it.”

  Finn didn’t look so convinced, but he didn’t protest as Bryce guided him on top of him. He straddled Bryce’s waist and Bryce groaned as he felt his dick slide against the lubed entrance. Putting one hand on Finn’s hips, he used the other to keep his erection in the right position and guided Finn until he felt the head enter the tight hole. From there he left all the control to his mate, and Finn didn’t disappoint.

  He slid down in one smooth thrust, his chute gripping at Bryce’s shaft, sucking it in and making him moan. The first movements of Finn’s hips were tentative, but he soon got the gist of it and started bouncing up and down. Bryce stroked the soft skin of Finn’s thighs, feeling the muscles move under his hands as his mate brought them both pleasure.

  The tingle in Bryce’s balls came way too soon, but he couldn’t slow things down, not with the way in which Finn was going wild on top of him, moving up and down and rotating his hips as he learned what felt good in this position. Reaching up, Bryce grabbed his mate’s nape and pulled him down for a frantic kiss, moving away only when he felt the first shot of cum explode from his dick. Finn tilted his head to the side, instinctively knowing what Bryce wanted, and he bit down, the taste of blood invading his mouth as Finn jerked above him, spurts of pearly fluid shooting all over Bryce’s chest and marking him in its own way. Bryce reached up as Finn shuddered through his orgasm, lightly touching their initials on his mate’s chest.

  Finn collapsed on top of him, and Bryce had never been so glad that his mate was so much smaller than him. Moving his arms, Bryce surrounded Finn, knowing he should get up and clean them both but unwilling to move just yet.

  “Don’t ever scare me like that again, Finn. Promise me, you won’t ever do that again.” Bryce knew he sounded desperate, but he really was, and he didn’t want to hide it from his mate.

  “I learned my lesson this time. I won’t do it again, don’t worry. I’ve had enough adventure for a life time.”

  Bryce laughed. “Yeah, but I’m only seventy two. That means you’ll still have a long time to misbehave.”

  Finn looked up, love and amusement shining in his eyes. “You’ll have to be really creative and find new ways to keep me safe in your bed, then.”

  Chapter Seven

  Finn knocked on the door but no one answered. He had been trying to talk with Oliver for weeks now, but the man refused to open his door. He was barely eating and refused to see the doctor. Finn couldn’t even begin to understand what he was living through, but it looked like Oliver was trying to disappear from this world, and Finn couldn’t let him do it. There was too much to live for.

  “He’s not opening?”

  Finn turned around and gave a sad smile to Sebastian. He didn’t know why, but the lion was really worried for Oliver, and he knew he came here every day to try and make Oliver open the damn door. Although, watching Sebastian and seeing how much he had changed in the past months, Finn could make a not so wild guess as to why he was trying to help Oliver. The lion had lost weight and the exhaustion practically poured out of him, his eyes red and dark bags under them. Finn knew Nate had had to take him off patrolling duty, but Sebastian refused to tell anyon
e what was wrong with him.

  Finn watched as the lion neared the door and took a deep breath, raising his hand until it was flat on the door, a longing so deep in his eyes that Finn knew he was right. He had seen enough mated couples to know what he was looking at. “Does he know it?” he asked softly.

  “I don’t know. I’ve been trying to talk to him, but I know he runs into the bathroom as soon as he knows I’m outside his door. I tried to tell him, but I don’t know if he listened.”

  Finn knew how much Bryce was worried for his friend. He knew Bryce, Sebastian and Ward were best friends, and that since Sebastian had started to withdraw, they had tried to find a solution, even not knowing what was going on.

  Finn hadn’t been sure he could do something for Oliver when Dominic had asked him to try and talk to him, but the heartbreak pouring out of Sebastian snapped something in him. He was usually calm and composed, even shy, but it seemed that in Oliver’s case it wouldn’t do. They had tried soft and understanding for months and it hadn’t worked. It was time to change their approach. Finn had to help those two men in any way he could.

  “Give me your hand.”

  Sebastian eyes widened but he didn’t move, so Finn grabbed it and concentrated.

  “No, wait, you can’t—” It was too late for protests. Finn had already shimmered them both into Oliver’s room.

  It was a shock to pass from the well illuminated hallway to the darkness of the room. All the blinds were tightly closed, the only light coming from one cloth covered lamp sitting on the nightstand. The room was clean and neat, but the bed was in disarray, a small pile of blankets bundled on one side of it.

  “Oliver...” Finn ran to the bed, trying to get to his friend. He was in the middle of the bundle, his eyes closed. Finn could hear him breathe, so he knew the man was only sleeping, but the paleness of his face and the way it was gaunt scared him to death. Peeling the covers back, he turned to Sebastian. “Go and get Jared. He’s been too long without anyone controlling how he was doing.” God knew what those scientists had done to him, and without regular check-ups no one could know what was happening in Oliver’s body.

  Oliver stirred under Finn’s hands, slowly opening his eyes. Finn could tell the exact moment in which his friend realized he was not alone in his room anymore. His eyes widened and he jerked away, grabbing the blankets and holding them near as if he was using them to shield his body.

  “Wha...what are you doing here?” Oliver’s voice was low and hoarse, unused for so many months.

  “I’m trying to get some sense into you.” Finn sighed. “What are you doing, Oliver? I know we haven’t known each other for that long, but we survived the labs, and that created a bond between us. Why didn’t you come and talk to me or Jamie if things were so bad?”

  “I have nothing to talk about to any of you!” Oliver hissed, anger making its way through his body, making him tremble. “Why don’t you all leave me alone to die? I shouldn’t have followed you when you escaped. Maybe I wouldn’t be hurting anymore if I hadn’t!”

  Finn watched as Oliver’s fingers morphed into black claws, stunned at the demonstration that Oliver could shift, at least parts of his body. Maybe they could find a way to help him. He tried to hug his friend, but Oliver wouldn’t let him, ranting on and on about how it would have been better for him to die. Finn wasn’t sure what to do, so he slapped the guy. It had worked with Ani, after all. It did stop Oliver, his eyes wide at the idea that Finn had hit him, and Finn would have laughed if the situation had been different.

  “I’m sick of hearing how you would’ve rather died than be here, okay? Everyone has been treating you with kid gloves because of what you had to live through, but I’ve had enough! It’s obvious this isn’t working, and I won’t let you sink into depression anymore! You have friends, a mate who would do anything he can to help you deal with this, and instead you’re letting him slowly die with you! Do you hate us that much, do you hate Sebastian so much that you want him to die?”

  Oliver’s eyes were wide, so wide they seemed to eat his too-thin face. His mouth was open in shock, although Finn didn’t know if it was because he was acting different from his usual sweet self, for the words Finn had said or for the revelation that Sebastian was Oliver’s mate. Finn shouldn’t have told him, it should have been Sebastian’s job, but he didn’t know if the rest would have been enough to shock Oliver out of his self-imposed depression. Leaning in, Finn hugged his friend, nearly afraid to break him when he felt Oliver’s ribs under his hands. “God, Oliver, I’m so worried about you. Please, please, let us in. Please, let us help you.” He felt Oliver stiffen in his arms as someone entered the room behind him. Moving, Finn looked and saw Sebastian standing near the door, his hand so tight on the wood that it was white. He realized that as sick as Oliver was, Sebastian was still an unmated male, and his mate was in the arms of another man.

  “Sorry, Seb, you know there’s nothing more than friendship here.” Finn leaned away from Oliver anyway, and Sebastian let go of the door, a relieved sigh coming out of his lungs.

  “I know, it’s just...Jared will be here in a few minutes.”

  Finn nodded and moved from the bed as Sebastian neared it, his big frame moving hesitantly toward Oliver.

  “Is it true? That you’re my...my mate?” Oliver asked.

  Sebastian nodded. “Yes. I thought you knew.”

  Oliver shook his head, his now long hair moving wildly around him. “I didn’t. I couldn’t understand why I reacted like this to you, and I...I didn’t...I don’t know what it means. I just know I couldn’t stand it if you were hurt, even if I’m the one hurting you. I’m sorry.” Tears started falling from Oliver’s eyes and Sebastian crawled onto the bed, delicately moving his mate until Oliver was in his lap, Sebastian’s big arms surrounding him as he purred soft words in Oliver’s ears.

  Finn took that as his cue to go and find his own mate. He softly closed the door and started walking down the hallway, stopping when he saw Jared coming up the stairs in a hurry. “Hey, doc, do you think you can give Oliver and Sebastian a few minutes alone?”

  Jared hesitated, so Finn leaned him and whispered, “Oliver just found out that Sebastian is his mate.” Finn didn’t think anyone knew it since Sebastian hadn’t told anyone, but he knew Jared wouldn’t tell.

  The doctor nodded. “I’ll just wait in the hallway for a while. Thanks for telling me, and thanks for forcing this on Oliver.” He shook his head. “I wasn’t sure what else I could do to help him.”

  “Well, I hope that now that we made the first step he will come out of his shell.”

  With that Finn left and headed to his room, impatient to get into his mate’s arms and feel his love reassuring him that everything would be all right. He had to believe it, because he just couldn’t lose Oliver.

  About the Author

  Catherine lives in Italy, country of good food and hot men. She used to write fantasy as a child, but it was reading her first gay erotic romance novel that made her realize that that was what she really wanted to write.

  After graduating from college in English language and translation, she divides her day between writing, reading, taking care of her son and reading some more.

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  Email: lievens.catherine@gmail.com