Page 53 of Midnight Sun
They sit on a rock and look down at the beach. The crashing of the waves and the screams of the skuas are soothing in their familiarity. Finn’s fingers brush over Jamie’s side and dip under his shirt to caress his warm skin. They can hear Dagur and Björk working somewhere behind them, searching the church and making calls.
“Do you think it’s over now?” Jamie asks, his gaze focused on the foam and the waves.
“The police will be able to tell us if there was someone else involved. They can compare the fingerprints, and they’ll analyze Edmonton’s electronic devices, too.”
“How will your brother explain to his colleagues how he died? He can’t tell them he was killed by a demon.”
“I’ve no idea. I think Björk might have an inkling about the existence of the otherworld, but otherwise? Maybe they’ll say it was the world’s weirdest accident?”
Jamie chuckles. He stays silent for a few breaths. “If I ask Hrafna to give Edmonton’s role to you, will you accept it?”
“I’m not an actor.”
“You don’t need to act. Just behave like you do around your elf friends. Please, I can’t work with anyone else. They’ll remind me of Edmonton. And I won’t be able to take them seriously. I’ll only think about how much they suck at pretending to be you.”
“You realize I’m not an actual Viking, don’t you?”
“I’m not sure about that.” Jamie smirks. “Now, will you consider it?”
Finn kisses him softly, making Jamie all but melt against him. “Fine,sæti,” he relents. “We can talk to Hrafna about it. But we won’t pressure her, if she refuses.”
“Deal.” Jamie grins, already certain of his victory. Finn kisses him again.
Chapter 13
Jamie
Hestraightenshisdressshirt and watches his reflection in Finn’s bedroom mirror. Normally, after the strain of a long shoot, he would feel burned out and in desperate need of a vacation. But even after three months of filming in Iceland, there are neither the usual dark circles around his eyes nor the perpetual crankiness that brought him the reputation of being difficult to work with. Working with Finn gave Jamie back the fun he had early in his career.
Jamie listens to the constant rushing of water from the bathroom. The filming is almost done, and Hrafna invited the crew to a party in Reykjavík as a reward. And because Finn went for a last minute jog to tire Snjór for the evening, they’re running a little late. Jamie savors being the punctual one for once.
He picks up the suit he selected for Finn, a smooth black thing with a matching black dress shirt and tie. Jamie can’t wait to see Finn wearing it. He steps into the bathroom and takes some moments to admire the expanse of Finn’s shoulders and his tall, lean frame. Finn glances over and smirks.
“Like what you see?”
Jamie snorts. “The sight of you is pleasant enough not to make me want to claw my eyes out.”
“Always so charming.” Finn turns off the water and steps out of the shower. He rubs at his wet hair with a towel, his pale skin covered in goosebumps. The lunatic likes to take cold showers. Seeing Finn leave wet drops on the bathroom floor makes Jamie’s mouth water and his cock twitch.
“Here.” Jamie places the suit on a hook. “We’re running late.”
“Are we?”
Finn is suddenly standing right behind him. Jamie can feel the coldness of his skin through the thin fabric of his shirt. He shudders as Finn brushes his hands down Jamie’s sides and loosens his shirt where it’s tucked into Jamie’s dress pants to reach his skin. Cold fingers close around his waist and Finn pulls him back against his chest.
“Hey, you’re getting my shirt wet,” Jamie complains even as he leans into Finn.
“And?”
Jamie’s head falls back against Finn’s shoulder, allowing him to nibble at his exposed throat.
“Hrafna will be pissed if we’re running late.”
“Hrafna expects nothing less from us.” Finn walks backward, tugging Jamie with him. He stops in front of the chair they usually pile their discarded clothes on. Out of the corner of his eye, Jamie can see that it’s suspiciously empty.
“I don’t feel like I can go to an official event like this,” Finn rasps into his ear, grinding the hard length of his cock against Jamie’s arse. “Do you want to suck me off?”
Jamie’s eyes flutter shut. He usually would prefer to lie back and let Finn do the work, one of the perks of subbing for him, because there conveniently isn’t much Jamie can do when he’s tied up. But the thought of kneeling for Finn and getting his suit rumpled in the process is inexplicably hot. Jamie doesn’t want to miss out on the opportunity.