Page 5 of Midnight Sun

“Okay.” Finn fumbles a pen and a wrinkled piece of paper out of his pocket and scribbles something down. “Here. If you ever change your mind, you can call me.”

“What’s this?”

“My phone number.”

“Scribbled on a piece of junk?”

Finn laughs. “It’s a receipt. I didn’t want to appear even more creepy by asking for your phone to type it in. Plus, now you can see if you approve of my choice for dinner.”

Jamie’s phone starts to buzz. It’s Peter’s number again, but Jamie is pretty sure it’s Moira, his driver, calling. She has no qualms about complaining when he makes her wait somewhere she isn’t allowed to park, and Jamie likes her for it.

“I have to be on my way. My driver is going to have my head if I let her wait any longer.”

“We can’t have that.”

Is it Jamie’s imagination or does Finn seem a little unwilling to see him go?

“Yeah, well, bye.” Jamie turns to leave, still feeling a bit reluctant to part ways.

“Wait a second!” Finn touches his elbow, leaning into his personal space, and for one heady second, Jamie thinks he’s going to kiss him. But all he does is sniff him like some kind of overgrown dog before he retreats again.

“What was that about?” Jamie grumbles, irritated and, to his utter mortification, a little turned on.

“Just wanted to make sure you aren’t too drunk to get back to your car.”

“I said I have a driver waiting for me. Why on earth would you think I’m too drunk to get to her?”

“Yeah, I noticed that. But posh gits can fall onto their pretty faces too when drunk enough and I don’t want you to get hurt.”

The genuine concern in Finn’s voice makes Jamie’s chest feel tight.

“Well, you’ve nothing to worry about. I’m perfectly sober.”

“Good.” Finn opens the door for him, so Jamie has to brush by close to him one last time. The proximity makes his breathing go shallow and the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. Jamie hurries to get past him.

“Bye,” he mumbles, taking one last gaze over his shoulder. He has avoided acknowledging it till now, but Finn is rather good-looking with his dark brown hair, sharp features, and athletic build. The image of him leaning in the open doorway, looking after Jamie like it matters to him if he gets home safely is burned into his retina.

“Bye,sæti,” Finn says.

The room around him is shrouded in darkness, but Jamie can sense someone is watching him. He’s floating, suspended in the air, and he feels a little drunk on the weightlessness and the press of the ropes against his overheated skin. He’s wearing only the fitted shorts he sometimes sleeps in when Bev complains too much that he’s strutting around naked all the time. They leave nothing to the imagination, so he very well might be naked.

“I knew you would look good tied up,” Finn’s soft voice says from darkness. It sends shivers down Jamie’s spine and makes his cock twitch. He wants to make a snide remark, but only a muffled groan passes his lips. Only now does he realize that he’s gagged. It’s embarrassing how the inability to speak turns him on even more.

But this isn’t him. He doesn’t get off on being helpless, and he hates being kept quiet. He has to stop this. Jamie struggles against the ropes, panting into the piece of fabric stuffed into his mouth. But all he achieves is rocking his body in the grip of the ropes, making their press against his skin even more pronounced. He’s painfully aroused, but without the barest touch to his cock he won’t be able to come.

“What do you want?” Finn’s voice purrs.

Touch me, please, Jamie thinks, but he can only moan around the gag.

“Do you want my hands on you? My mouth even?”

Yesyesyes, Jamie thinks feverishly. Give me everything, anything.

“Then I’ll give you what you crave.”

Jamie’s arousal climbs with every one of Finn’s words. He feels his composure slipping. He’s ready to offer himself to Finn like a cheap whore if it gets him his release. Let him do whatever he wants, submit to him even. Jamie feels his shorts sticking to his body, wet with precome.

Touch me already, he thinks.