Page 36 of Lord of the Lock

The breath had been knocked out of me, and I laid looking up at the sky for a minute as I fought to get it back. I smiled despite it though. Playing rugby, getting roughed up…it was an exhilarating experience despite the aches and bruises. I’d paired up with Carl, the biggest guy there, because he had smiled shyly and said he’d never played rugby before so despite the size difference he seemed like the best option.

So when I finally realised what was going on around me, it was a shock to say the least. Finn was over me, his hands bunched up in Carl’s t-shirt, and he was shouting something at him.

“Woah, woah. What’s going on?” I asked. They both looked down at me like they’d forgotten I was there.

“He hurt you!” Finn said.

“And I told Carl to give me his all,” I said. “I just hadn’t realised how muchhis allwas. So back up, big boy.”

“Oh.” Finn’s hand loosened, and Carl took a step back. “Sorry…Carl.”

I held up a hand and Carl helped me up. “Sorry, mate,” he said.

“No harm, no foul,” I said. “Finn’s been toughening me up. In a couple of weeks, I’ll be able to do the same to you.”

Carl laughed and held his hand up for a high-five. It was odd how easy it was being around someone like him now. Finn had reminded me that not all big valleys men were utter bastards.

Finn looked between us like he didn’t know what to do, before turning to the group at large. “Right then boys, that’s us done for the day! I’ll clear up, you get clean.”

As one, everyone turned to walk over the field to the changing rooms. I hesitated for a second, then ran to get my training bag from the sidelines and followed them. “See you later?” I asked Finn. He nodded.

By the time I’d caught up with everyone, some people were already in the showers and others were stripping out of their training clothes. I had showered a couple of times with Finn now, and things weren’t so awkward any more. The laddish banter put me at ease more than it scared me now, so I stripped down and joined them in the shower.

“Sorry again,” said Carl. “I forgot how strong I was. My fiancé will kill me if she hears I got too rough in training.”

“Seriously mate, it was no issue. Don’t panic. Finn is just overprotective.”

“If someone knocked over my fiancé like that, I’d have him by the scruff of the neck too,” said Carl. “So I get it. Finn really loves you.”

“Oh,” was all I could think to say. I knew Finn was my best friend in Pontycae. But did heloveme or was he just so overprotective with all his friends? Then again, his friends for the most part were Carl’s size or bigger. Maybe he didn’t need to be.

I followed Carl out of the shower and to the benches and we kept talking as we changed. He told me how he’d proposed to his girlfriend over Christmas, their plans for the wedding in Pont’s church and how much they wanted two kids and three dogs. I hadn’t realised until I shoved my glasses over my nose that the rest of the changing room had cleared out.

“You coming back next week?” he asked.

“I think I will, yeah. If Finn hasn’t wrapped me up in cotton wool by then.”

Carl laughed as the door swung open, and Finn was stood in the doorway, Once again, his expression was completely inscrutable. “See you next week then,” said Carl, cuffing me on the shoulder before he left.

Finn stood in the doorway for a long moment, before sinking to his knees on the tiled floor in front of me. “Are you OK?” he asked. Hi hands roamed my body as if searching for wounds and I did my best not to blush as he touched my skin.

“I’mfine,Finn. You don’t have to go all caveman. Remember, you’ve wanted me to be able to stand up for myself. I’m doing that. If I ever want you to stand in a fight for me, I’ll ask.”

“You’re right,” he said. “And I am so, so proud of you.”

“As you should be,” I winked. Seized by the impulse, I leaned forward to kiss him. I coasted fingers through his close-cropped hair. He kissed me back fervently, his hands finding their way under my shirt.

I hadn’t buckled my belt yet so Finn fumbled with my zipper. “No one should be coming in any time soon,” he said. “Is this OK?”

“Yeah,” I said, leaning in to kiss him again as his hand brushed over my boxers and my hardening cock straining against them. Finn’s big hand fumbled with my waistband before pulling my cock free. Already on his knees, he dipped his head down and licked a strip up the length. I shuddered, laying back against the cold tiled wall. Finn took the head of my cock in between warm lips and then sank down its length in one quick motion. It felt amazing, having his lips on me and to be the focus of an act I’d always been expected to do myself.

And then the doubt started to set in. Were the moans Finn was making at the back of his throat pleasure, or some kind of performative obligation like I’d done so many time? Surely he didn’tlikeservicing me with nothing in return, I’d never liked all that. And what if someone did walk in? Fuck, Finn would lose his job. And I’d-

“Hey, sweetie. Where’d you go?” Finn was still on his knees in front of me, hands rubbing my thighs and lips withdrawn from my slightly softening cock.

“Nothing, uh, nowhere. Just…” I reached for Finn’s face and he rose to meet me for a gentle kiss. With shaking hands, I fumbled for his belt. If I couldn’t stay hard for him then I could at least return the favour, make the effort worthwhile for him.

“Woah, woah.” Finn pulled back from the kiss. “I can see your mind went elsewhere, you’re not in the mood for this.”

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