Page 49 of Lord of the Lock

“Actually…” Finn said, and I took an immediate step back. There was hesitation in that voice, and I knew what it was like to have my boundaries crossed, so the last thing I wanted to do was to disrespect his. “…I just want a shower before we start doing stuff properly. My junk is all sweaty and gross.”

He stripped off his boots, shirt and shorts with no hesitation and headed toward the shower. I followed just behind, still fully clothed. He was still hard and I wanted my hands on him as soon as he’d let me. Finn turned on the shower, dipped one hand in and splashed cold water all over me.

“You bastard!” I said.

“You should get out of those wet clothes,” he said, stepping under the shower.

“I’m going to stay in them now just to spite you,” I replied as Finn started to wash away all the mud and grime from the day. “Need help washing?”

“I could always use a pair of fucking good hands,” Finn said.

I took off my glasses, placed them carefully on the floor and stepped forward until I was close to him. I could feel droplets of water landing on my t-shirt and exposed skin as I reached for his cock again.

“I want to taste you,” I said.

Finn leaned down and captured my mouth in his again. “Do I taste good enough?” he asked between kisses, moving his mouth from mine and to my cheek, and then my neck.

“I want to taste your cock,” I whispered. The water that was cascading down Finn’s back, through his hair and neck was starting to soak through my t-shirt but I’d told him I wasn’t going to take my clothes off just to spite him.

“Taste it, then.” Finn commanded.

I lowered myself to my knees on the tile floor. I released my own cock from my shorts as I took the head of his in my mouth. I loved the taste of him on my tongue, and I coaxed out pre-cum from the tip. I thought I must look ridiculous kneeling on the floor with my clothes soaked through but Finn’s groans were like music to my ears and the warm water now dripping on to my shoulders made the whole experience even more sensual. I used my left hand to steady myself against the wall as I took more of his cock into my mouth and used my right to wank myself.

I worked my way onto Finn’s cock slowly. I had never been very good at deep-throating and especially with Finn’s monster cock it was going to be difficult. But every groan and whimper I managed to get out of him made me want to take him deeper, made me want to please him.

I pulled off his cock for a second. “Face fuck me, Finn,” I said.

“Sure?” he asked.

“Now,” I said, dipping my mouth back onto his cock-head. I moved my left hand from the wall to his furry arse cheek to pull him in, and I gripped on to it as he started to thrust — gently at first — into my mouth.

“Fuck,” said Finn, starting to move faster and deeper. When I gagged, I kept a grip on his arse to keep him going. My cock was twitching in my hand with every thrust into my throat. I was so close to finishing and all I wanted was for him to—

“Fuck, Nath, I’m close.” Finn said. It was a warning to move away if I wanted to. But I didn’t want to. I kept a grip on his arse as he thrust harder, faster, and then his knees were shaking as his cock jerked in my mouth and coated my tongue with his release. I gagged but swallowed as he kept pumping that release into my mouth, and then my orgasm came crashing through and I came all over the tiled floor between his feet.

Finn offered me a hand and I took it, my legs shaking as I tucked myself away into my wet shorts. He kissed me gently and I tangled my fingers through his coarse chest hair.

“I was going to suggest celebrating with the boys if they’re still out but…” Finn gestured at my soaked clothing. “I guess that’s not really an option.”

“Home, cuppa, nudity,Thrones of Blood?” I suggested. “ And hope no one sees us walking home and asks why I look like I’ve been stood out in the rain.”

“Sounds like my kind of night, real boyfriend.” Finn kissed me again and shut off the spray with one hand. He pulled on boxers over his wet legs and smiled at me. And I knew I wanted to do this over and over again, for as long as he’d have me. Finn was mine and I was his, and there was nothing fake about it.

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Chapter Twenty-Five - Finn

“Are you sure you can do this?” I asked Noel for what must’ve been the thousandth time because he groaned at the same time as Nathan.

“I can fucking do it,” he said. “It might be tough, but I’m made of stronger stuff than that now.”

He looked up at Nathan with such love in his eyes that it was hard to believe he’d ever been a right bastard to live with. But I knew it might take some time for Nathan to come round to this sudden change in attitude.

“Pete should be meeting us here,” I said. “Nice of him to invite us on a family hike but I’ve no idea why…”

I went round to the back of the car and grabbed Noel’s wheelchair. Together with Nathan I helped manoeuvre him from the seat into the wheelchair.

“When I said I’d help you up Everest, Dad, I did not realise you intended it to be so soon.”

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