Page 11 of Midnight Sun
“Not so fast. I still want to see your passport and the conversation with your client.”
“Dude, really? But he said–”
“Now.”
The boy reluctantly hands over his phone and passport, and Finn takes photos of both, making sure to catch the would-be kidnapper’s number. It probably isn’t worth much, but he doesn’t want to miss any opportunities. He allows the boy to drive off then, taking a picture of the license plate, too. James is silent beside him.
“Do you know who's behind this?”
James shakes his head. “Doesn’t matter. You heard the boy: it's only a harmless prank.”
“I wouldn’t call an almost abduction a harmless prank. Or do you have friends who would do something like this?” Finn asks.
James only shrugs. His disregard for his own safety makes Finn livid.
“My brother is a policeman,” Finn tries again. “We can call him and see what he finds out.”
James glares at him. “No. You won’t call your brother and you won’t talk about this to anyone. It’s none of your business.”
Finn can understand why subs are attracted to James. He appears so aloof, so self-confident. But Finn doesn’t buy it and part of him wants to push until James’ facade cracks and he can get a look at the real person behind.
“That’s stupid. And if I want to talk to my brother about this, then I’ll do that.”
“If you won’t let this go, I’ll ask Hrafna to assign me another trainer,” James counters.
Finn nearly laughs at his attempt to bully him into doing what he wants. Do others let him get away with this behavior?
“You can try,” Finn says, unimpressed. He knows that Hrafna won’t fire him, but James is shocked speechless by his disregard.
“Come now. You drive with Halldór and me.” Finn has already taken a few steps back to the terminal when he realizes he subconsciously used the same voice with James he adopts when playing.
And James is following him.
Chapter 3
Jamie
Hestepsoutofthe shower in the beautiful hotel room Hrafna’s assistant booked for him on short notice. Jamie rubs his face. His eyes are burning and a headache is forming behind his temples. He’s absolutely sure that they planned his training to start this week. Hadn’t he talked to Hrafna a few months ago and told Peter to book the flight to Reykjavík right after? He can even remember that Peter asked to follow him a day later back then, because he wanted to attend his mother's 60th birthday party, the little loser. So, why is he a week early? And how did this stalker know about it? It can be only them who hired the boy to pick him up at the airport. Jamie recognized the twisted features of the ram immediately. He has seen them on many messages he found in his mail saying things like:You're so pretty, You belong to me,andI'm always watching you.
Jamie stares unseeingly over the rooftops of the city. Reykjavík is glowing in the strange yellow light of the midnight sun, but Jamie can’t appreciate its otherworldly beauty. His thoughts are moving in circles around the same questions: Does he need to up his cybersecurity? Or is he losing his mind? Has he switched up the dates? He can’t remember.
It seems like hours have passed before he decides to retreat to bed. He needs to be level-headed when he’s talking about the training plans with Hrafna and Finn tomorrow. He checks twice if the door's locked.
Jamie can’t bring himself to switch off the bedside lamp as he curls up in the sheets. He’s tired, but at the same time his mind is still racing. He doesn’t want to go down this particular rabbit hole, but his head is swimming with images of Finn as soon as he closes his eyes. Jamie fights them, trying to focus on something else, but as the minutes stretch and he can’t find any sleep, he gives up and lets his mind wander. He imagines Finn running after him, how he tucked him in on the plane, how his long fingers curled around his wrist. Jamie sighs and presses his face into the cushions. He’s agitated and suddenly aroused. Maybe he just needs to release some steam.
He pushes his hand into his shorts and strokes himself idly. He can’t stop thinking about Finn still, so he unlocks his mobile to find some porn to distract him. But instead, he browses for Finn’s name. He finds the YouTube channel the boy talked about and scrolls through the videos. The thumbnails mostly show Finn in dark training clothes holding various weapons. Jamie’s cock hardens further, precome pooling at the tip. A surprised little moan escapes his lips. Jamie tries not to dwell on it. He’s exhausted, and he needs to get off. He switches on a video filmed on an open field, the sea shimmering blue in the background. It’s summer and Finn has taken his shirt off. Jamie’s eyes trail over his pale chest greedily. He isn’t Hollywood-star-pretty, his muscles surely not trained with the goal to look good on camera. But his movements are smooth, and he possesses a lethal elegance.
Jamie shudders. His fantasy starts with Finn sucking him off, Jamie’s hands buried in his hair. But watching the video, the mental picture won’t stay, and Jamie ends up imagining Finn pressing the blade of his sword to Jamie’s throat.
“Touch yourself,” the Finn of his imagination says in the same commanding voice he ordered Jamie to come with him today. The same voice Jamie found himself unable to disobey. He pumps himself faster, imagining Finn kneeling over him, watching him with his icy-bright eyes.
“Now finger yourself. Show me how you open yourself for me.”
Jamie doesn’t bottom, he categorically doesn’t. But fantasizing about it has the allure of the forbidden. He sucks on his index and middle finger and pushes them between his cheeks, probing at his hole. He gasps as the first finger slips inside. The angle is awkward and it burns faintly, but his cock is rock hard and his muscles start to clench in mounting pleasure.
“Another finger. Do it,sæti.”
Jamie obeys. He pushes the second finger inside without finesse, but the unexpected pressure along with the exhilaration of letting go of his carefully crafted persona of the unshakable dominant push him over the edge. He comes with a muffled shout over his belly.