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I cross the room in a few strides, sinking to my knees in front of him. “Finn, I need to talk to you. I need you to understand something.”

He reaches out, gently touching the cut on my cheek. “Are you okay?”

“I am now,” I say, taking his hand in mine.

“Finn, I’ve been so blind, so afraid to face the truth.

But tonight, I realized something. I’m gay, Finn.

I know what we’ve said to each other before, how we care about each other, and love each other.

But there’s something I wasn’t acknowledging before now…

something much deeper. I now realize what true love is, how it feels.

And I’m in love with you. I always have been.

I’m sorry it took me so long to see it, to admit it to myself. But I’m done hiding.”

Finn’s eyes widen, and for a moment, he looks like he doesn’t know what to say.

Then, slowly, a smile spreads across his face, and he pulls me into a tight embrace.

“I love you too, Wyatt. I’ve been hoping that what we shared in the cave hadn’t been just a passing of time or feelings that would never become permanent. ”

The relief and joy that wash over me are overwhelming. I hold him close, feeling the steady beat of his heart against mine. We sit like that for a long moment, wrapped in each other, the weight of unspoken feelings lifting.

We pull back just enough to look into each other’s eyes, the intensity of our emotions mirrored in our gazes.

Finn leans in, and our lips meet in a kiss that’s slow and tender at first, then deepens with a hunger that’s been building between us.

Every touch, every kiss, is a promise, a demonstration of our love for each other.

Despite our intimacy and kissing in the cave, this feels like the first time we’ve been together, and considering how we now feel, maybe it is somehow.

We tear off our clothes, barely able to breathe around our kisses. Standing, we move around the bed, our bodies coming together with a fervor that’s both desperate and reverent. The connection between us is electric, every touch sending shivers down my spine.

My cock presses hard against Finn’s belly and I moan into his mouth. “I want you to fuck me,” I say.

Finn pulls away and looks desperately up into my eyes, “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure in my life.”

I quickly lie back on the bed and put my legs up into the air, slowly stroking my cock as I watch Finn’s hungry eyes roving my body, the intensity in his gaze so focused I can feel him as if his fingers were doing the touching.

I pull my ass cheeks apart and make sure my ass is at the edge of the bed.

Our height difference will be best dealt with in this position since I won’t be on my knees.

Finn steps close to me and runs a tentative finger along my taint, stopping momentarily at my tight hole. He looks me in the eyes and smiles. My heart races with anticipation and I try my best to relax for easier access on his part.

He uses his spit to moisten the hole and says, “Do you have a condom?”

I shake my head. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

“I trust you,” he moans.

After getting to know him more and more, I know I can trust him too. “Me too.”

He strokes his cock until he’s hard and ready to enter. “I love you Wyatt.”

I grab his arms and pull him on top of me, kissing his lips hard, my breathing quick and my heart racing. “I love you too.”

Finn straightens and pushes the head of his cock against my hole, first softly and then with a little more force, pushing inside. “Oh,” I moan. “Fuck, baby.”

“Does it feel good?” he asks as he slides deeper inside me. “Do you like this?”

I nod and pull my ass cheeks a little farther apart and then push against him, allowing him all the way… balls deep. “Fuck me, Finn.”

We move together, a perfect rhythm. He moves quicker and quicker as I can feel his shaft growing thicker with each passing second. It won’t be long before he’s filling me with his cum. “Oh, fuck, Wyatt. I’m going to cum, baby.”

“Cum inside me,” I moan as I continue to stroke my cock. Faster and harder, I slide my palm over the sensitive underbelly of my cockhead. “Damn, I’m close too.”

Soon, I’m feeling that point of no return. A tightening of my balls, a sinking in my belly as cum rushes to escape my shaft. “Fuck,” I say, through gritted teeth. “Oh, my god, yes.”

Just as hot ropes of cum erupt from me and onto my belly and chest, I feel Finn jerk not once but twice, as he throws his head back in pleasure. “Oh, baby. I’m cumming inside you.”

Never have I fucking been so turned on in my life. I wish I could hold his thickness inside of me forever. As quickly as it all started, we both finished—Finn falling atop me into my arms and between my legs.

We lie tangled in each other’s arms, our breathing heavy, our hearts full. The problems with the lodge, the threat from the banker—they’re still there, but right now, in this moment, they feel surmountable. We have each other, and that’s more powerful than any external force.

“We’ll save Wildwood,” I whisper, my fingers tracing patterns on Finn’s skin, running circles around his nipples. “Together.”

Finn nods, his eyes shining with determination. “For the long haul, Wyatt. Together.”

We hold each other close, the promise of our future burning brightly in the dark. Whatever comes, we’ll face it side by side, with love as our guide.

Lying in Finn’s arms, the weight of our confession and the passion that followed settles into a comforting certainty.

The room is dim, the only light coming from the moon filtering through the curtains.

It casts a soft glow over us, highlighting the exhaustion and contentment on Finn’s face.

I brush a lock of hair from his forehead, my heart swelling with love and determination.

Finn stirs, his eyes opening slowly, a sleepy smile playing on his lips. “Hey,” he murmurs, his voice husky.

“Hey,” I reply, my hand resting firmly on his chest. “We need to talk about everything. The lodge, the banker…our future.”

He nods, his expression turning serious. “I know. But tonight felt like a fresh start, you know? Like we’re finally on the same page.”

“We are,” I say firmly. “And whatever comes, we’re facing it together. Wildwood is our home, Finn. It’s where we’ve built our life. We can’t let anyone take that from us.”

Finn’s eyes soften, and he squeezes my hand. “I’ve been so scared, Wyatt. Scared of losing this place, scared of losing you. But now…now I feel like we can handle anything.”

“We can,” I agree, leaning in to kiss him gently. “We’ve got each other. That’s more powerful than any banker or financial threat.”

Finn shifts, propping himself up on his elbow to look down at me. “There’s more to the story that you don’t know. Something I learned from Mr. Oliver when you weren’t in the room. Wyatt, it’s not good. We… all of us, are in danger.”

My heart races. What could he possibly mean? Danger? Sure, the bank can repossess the property, effectively making us homeless. But, danger? “You need to explain, Finn. You’re scaring me.”

He swallows hard and he averts his gaze.

Something is really bothering him. His entire posture has changed, his breathing has increased and there’re beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

“Can I lie here with you for just a few more moments? I want to enjoy the way you feel pressed up against me, I feel safe for the first time in a long time.”

I nod and try and offer a smile too, but my mind is racing with possibilities and none of them are good.

Despite my inner thoughts running wild, we lie there, holding each other, our resolve solidifying like concrete setting in the foundation of a house. A home, like Wildwood.