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FINN

Finn was officially spoiled for life because he’d captured an incubus. One who’d ridden him with lascivious confidence, putting him in a trance so deep that he’d never want another. At this point, he’d been edged with terrifying skill and his dick was so hard that it could dent steel, and since Ollie had given him the green light, all he wanted was to see them both come.

“You ready for more?” The finger he’d run along Ollie’s cheek dropped to his lips, tracing them, enjoying how plump the bottom one was. Leaning in, Finn chased the finger with his tongue and Ollie whined, clutching at Finn’s shoulders. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

Ollie’s jerky nod brushed against Finn’s cheek right before he pulled away. Sitting back, he grasped one of Ollie’s ankles, looking for any signs of discomfort as he slowly raised the leg, but Ollie remained blissed out. Finn had seen him laugh, joke around with Liam, blush from compliments, and shine like a star online; however, joy never fully reached his eyes, and pieces of his fear always lurked.

But right now his gaze held only happiness, starting a fire in Finn’s heart, and the burn spread throughout, making his skin ache and his soul yearn. He’d do whatever he could to keep Ollie like this, starting with a mind-altering orgasm.

Placing Ollie’s leg on his shoulder, Finn picked up the lube, adding more to himself and being extra diligent with Ollie, smearing it around until he began to squirm. “Finn. Stop teasing…”

Smiling fiendishly, Finn gazed down, taking pride in Ollie’s wrecked curls and his swollen, puffy lips. A mark bloomed on his collarbone, and his shirt was stretched and stained, still covering him, but only from the waist up, having rolled up as his leg was shifted, leaving him open and exposed.

Tossing the lube aside, Finn kissed Ollie’s ankle. “Did you know that I’ve had sex dreams about you?” he said casually, as if he wasn’t just pressing the tip of his cock against Ollie’s entrance.

“Mmmm, wh-what?” Ollie cutely wrinkled his forehead, blinking up at Finn.

“After we met, again. I dreamed about you riding my lap. I guess dreams do come true.” His voice was steadier than he expected, just a tad rough and raw.

“Really?” Ollie giggled but it changed into a groan as the head pushed inside.

“Really,” Finn whispered, watching Ollie’s features, taking in every bit of pleasure and joy that flitted across them. Sinking in a few more inches, he halted as soon as Ollie’s eyebrows pinched. “You all right, Sunshine?”

With hands fisted in the sheets beside him, Ollie blew out a long breath. “Did you grow in the last few minutes?”

“Maybe? But if it’s bigger, then you’re the one to blame.” As if he were being pulled, Finn slid another inch further, loving how Ollie’s hot tunnel squeezed him. He was already way too close; this wasn’t going to last long but he vowed to make Ollie reach the finish line first.

Continuing his sweet invasion, Finn continued to study Ollie as he gasped and twisted, bewitching Finn all over again. Once he was fully seated, he took a moment to catch his breath and met Ollie’s eyes, falling into them. He could see his reflection, as if he were Ollie’s entire world, and it touched him so deeply that he unconsciously started thrusting, wanting to merge with Ollie, be absorbed into his skin, so the two of them could live as one.

Acting on that impulse, Finn dropped Ollie’s leg until it splayed out on the mattress, put a hand on either side of Ollie’s head, and leaned in. There weren’t any words, just their connection, both of them starstruck as Finn began to slowly glide in and out.

As the pace picked up, Ollie let go of the bedding to wrap his arms and legs around Finn, tilting his hips up and clinging to him. They writhed together as a single entity, chasing oblivion in perfect sync, so Finn could easily tell when Ollie started to climb the peak. Raising his hips, he reached down, grasping Ollie’s dripping cock, the combination of slick and sweat making his fist fly.

Ollie tried to form words but choked on the first vowel, digging his nails into Finn’s back. Soaring up to his own pinnacle, Finn pumped Ollie’s dick furiously, not wanting to fly alone. Lost in sensation, Finn tried to absorb it all, from the snug fit around him to the touch of Ollie’s fingers, the shivers that ran up his spine, and the all-encompassing connection that roared between them like Niagara Falls. It felt like, if Finn focused hard enough, he’d be able to see through Ollie’s eyes. Eyes that were pinned on him in shocked pleasure as Ollie jerked twice and cried out so loudly Finn was sure the cops would be on his doorstep. Or he’d get a congratulatory text from his neighbors.

Wetness dripped across Finn’s hand and he slowed his wrist but not his hips, because Ollie’s tunnel spasmed as he came, massaging Finn’s cock with a rippling squeeze, and he couldn’t get enough of it. If he died right now, he’d ascend to heaven as a happy man, and as fate would have it, he was about to die, just a little.

Usually, Finn had a lead-up to his orgasm but this one snuck up and punched him into the sky, and with a shout that rivaled Ollie’s, Finn came harder than he ever had in his life, sailing for so long that he felt like he’d become one of the stars he viewed from the lookout.

Once he landed, he had the presence of mind to carefully pull out, pleased to notice that Ollie didn’t flinch. Shifting to the side he flopped down on the bed, still breathing heavily, feeling like he’d left his body and then been shoved back in hastily, his vision still fuzzy along the edges.

A soft small noise trilled in Ollie’s throat and he stretched, turning to Finn with a dreamy smile on his face. “I don’t even know what to say. That was…”

Wiping sweat from his brow, Finn turned as well and they faced each other, bathing in the afterglow. “It was incredible.” Tilting his head, he leaned in and stole another kiss but this one was more chaste, a simple declaration of affection, and Ollie let loose another soft sound in return.

“You sure you’re okay?” Finn stroked Ollie’s cheekbone. “I wasn’t too rough, was I?”

Ollie shook his head, his tangled curls bouncing. “You were a perfect knight. And also a devil.”

“I think you were the devil.” Despite how wet and sticky they were, Finn gathered Ollie close, and he snuggled up to Finn with a sigh. “You were like some kind of incubus up there.”

“Thank you.” Ollie giggled, playing with the ring that hung around Finn’s neck. “You weren’t so bad yourself. That tongue of yours should send me a private message.”

Finn snorted, as Ollie yawned, snuggling even closer. They sorely needed to clean up and Finn also had to find his brains and scoop them back into his head but, for now, he wanted to stay like this, with Ollie drowsing in his arms and their hearts beating as one.

Pressing his nose to Ollie’s hair, Finn inhaled, and the scent of lilies washed over him, filling him with stability and hope.

Because, after all this time, he’d finally found love.

Finn woke to a bedroom bathed in sunlight. Blinking in the brightness, he turned to the left, hoping that Ollie might be next to him, but the rest of the bed was empty. Listening, he heard a few unfamiliar sounds that told him Ollie was puttering around somewhere, and it made him lie back with a grin.

He hadn’t even begun to process what had happened between them last night but, for now, he felt optimistic and boneless. He’d just about managed to clean them both up and change the sheets before collapsing into bed with Ollie tucked up under his arm, and he’d slept like he’d been hit with a shovel because he usually would’ve heard Ollie rise and creep about.

Stretching, he scratched at his plentiful scruff, wondering where his shirt went when the door creaked open and the scent of coffee wafted into the room. Standing there in a golden pool of sunlight, Ollie practically glowed, his shy, sincere smile beyond enchanting, and Finn couldn’t stop staring.

“Good morning, Just Finn. Nice of you to join me.” Sitting on the edge of the bed, Ollie handed Finn a warm mug and he gladly took it, inhaling the steam. It was made exactly the way he liked it, with a touch of milk, and the first sip was like nectar from the gods.

“Am I still dreaming? Because I think I’ve been visited by the sun itself.” He continued to stare. Ollie must have been up for a while, for he had his face on, his curls were tamed, and he was dressed in a fluffy magenta sweater and dark jeans. But his presence, the fact that he was in Finn’s bedroom with a cup of coffee, made Finn feel like he’d won the lottery.

“Stahp.” Ollie lightly pushed Finn’s shoulder and then placed a chaste kiss on his lips. “Last night was ridiculous, I hope you know. I won’t be able to walk for a week but it was sooo worth it.” He bit his lip.

“I’m honestly in shock. You were squeezing me so tightly I thought you were going to take my dick as a souvenir.” Finn toasted and then took a few more swallows from the mug as Ollie flushed and giggled, covering his mouth. “How long have you been up? You could’ve woken me.”

The giggling ended with a snort. “No, I don’t think so, you were out. It’s fine, I wanted to shower and take my time with my morning routine.”

“And you look incredible, as always. I want to wake up to your face more often.” Placing the coffee on his night table, he gathered Ollie into his arms. Today they needed to take action and that included calling doctors, which was probably another reason why Ollie had risen early. “How are you this morning?”

“A little nervous. I feel like…” Ollie leaned his forehead on Finn’s shoulder. “Like my world shifted yesterday and I haven’t caught up to it yet.” He lifted his head, meeting Finn’s gaze with a determined one. “But last night helped. It’s like your calm seeped into me.”

“I think a lot more than my calm seeped into you.” Finn waggled his eyebrows and Ollie play-smacked him. “Wait, my calm transfers to you?”

Ollie nodded. “Being around you dulls the fear.”

“And being around you destroys my loneliness, which means we’re perfect for each other.” Finn gave Ollie a squeeze and he smiled in return.

“I would usually argue with you but I can’t. Not after last night.” Ollie kissed the hollow of Finn’s neck and he knew right then and there that he was moonfaced.

He pressed his lips to Ollie’s soft curls. “How about I take a quick shower and then we figure out the least stressful breakfast for you. Okay?”

Ollie gave him a brave nod. “Okay. There’s been zero word from my parents so I guess Tommy’s kept his mouth shut.”

“Great! No news is good news.”

“Exactly.” Nodding again, Ollie scrambled off the bed, allowing Finn to get up. “I have to catch up on some posts so I’ll do that in your hammock because the deck is amazing.”

“I knew you’d love it.” Finn winked, stretching again and noticing how Ollie eyeballed him, so he dropped his pants and walked backward to the adjoining bathroom, enjoying how Ollie’s mouth fell open and how he didn’t look away until the door closed.

Showering as fast as possible, Finn dressed and cleaned up a bit, putting his sleep clothes in the hamper and making the bed. But as he straightened the blanket, his eye caught a strange glint on one of the pillows.

He moved closer, running his hand over the fabric. Squinting down at what he’d collected, his heart sank because several strands of Ollie’s hair lay across his palm. Last night’s afterglow had been nice but reality just tapped Finn on the shoulder, reminding him that Ollie had a serious problem.

There was fighting to be done, but first he had to make a phone call.

Once he was done, it didn’t take him long to track Ollie down for he was exactly where he said he’d be - in Finn’s hammock, tapping away on his phone as he swayed gently back and forth, bundled up in the quilt despite it being quite seasonable out. Finn made a note of that as well, remembering that Ollie had almost no insulation left, and reached back inside, turning the heat up a few degrees.

“The coffee was delicious, Sunshine, thank you again.” Finn leaned over Ollie, who immediately dropped his phone with a soft smile, tilting his head up for the offered kiss. “Making yourself at home, I see?”

“Of course. I love the window seat in my room but this is much better. And I knew you’d want caffeine after sleeping like the dead.”

Finn reclined on an outdoor couch. “Sorry about that, I guess I came so hard it put me in a coma.”

The hammock swung more violently as Ollie’s head whipped around, looking at the townhouses on either side of them. “Shh, don’t you have neighbors?”

Finn laughed, putting his hands behind his head, as he lounged back. “Sunshine, after the way you screamed last night? They already know.”

“Oh my god.” Ollie’s blush shone through the makeup.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” Finn laughed. “It’s okay, really. The soundproofing is great here. I’ve never heard anyone and these decks are surprisingly private.”

“Good,” Ollie sighed, less stricken than he was a few seconds ago. Silence lingered between them and before Finn attempted to broach the subject of food, Ollie pocketed his phone and smoothly rolled out of the quilt and hammock, landing on his feet. “I guess we should have breakfast? Or brunch since you decided to sleep in like the diva that you are.”

Since Ollie was trying for lightness, Finn would give him all the levity that he could. “Listen, I am not a diva.” He brushed imaginary lint off his shoulders, pouting. “It’s just that your cute little ass tried to crush my dick, anyone would sleep for a week after that.”

“Um.” Ollie acted like he was directing planes on the tarmac, straight arms at ninety degrees waving him toward the door. “We’re going inside.”

Laughing, Finn got to his feet and the two of them ended up in the living room again. Surprisingly, the brightness remained in Ollie’s gaze as he browsed the menu on a delivery app. Together, it didn’t take long at all for them to place an order and settle on the couch, this time with mugs of tea, where they combed through the bookmarks on Finn’s laptop, selecting the first few doctors to call.

Steeling his shoulders, Ollie courageously dove right in, but the first call almost drained his vitality. After a fifteen-minute hold, the receptionist was rude and disinterested and when tears welled in Ollie’s eyes, Finn grabbed the phone out of his hands and hung up.

“You don’t have to put up with that. There are other doctors out there and you want a place where the staff cares about you. It’s important,” Finn insisted, trying to keep Ollie calm.

Nodding, Ollie blinked a bunch of times, stifling his tears and steadying himself again. “You’re right. It is important because I’ll need to make appointments and maybe get prescriptions and if they’re mean all the time, it’ll make things harder.” He looked at the ceiling, taking a long breath. “I hope the next place is nicer.”

Thankfully, they were but the first available appointment was six weeks away. The third office was booking three months out, and the fourth bounced him around via automatic menu only to hang up on him after five minutes on hold, which caused Ollie to tear up again.

“Let me take that.” Finn removed the phone from his hands again, placed it on the table, and then hugged Ollie, slowly rocking him. “You did amazing, Sunshine. I know that was hard as hell.” Ollie nodded into his shirt, sniffling a little, and Finn rubbed his back, trying not to feel the bumps of his spine. “Why don’t you let me take over?”

Ollie pulled away and while his eyes were red, he wasn’t crying anymore. “You’re always such a knight.” His lips curved in a shallow grin as he reached up, sweeping his hand along Finn’s jaw. “But I have to do this myself.”

“We can take a break if you need to.”

“I’d rather get it done before breakfast if I can.” Ollie picked up the cell again and tried the fifth number, tapping his foot as he worked his way through the robot choices until he was once again on hold. A bright chipper voice picked up after a few minutes, and after answering the standard few questions and double-checking his insurance, there was a tense stretch while the schedule software opened and then Finn heard her voice again.

Ollie’s worry vanished, replaced by a relieved smile. “Yes, I’m available Friday morning.”

Finn punched the air and Ollie bit his lip, flapping his hand at him as he gave the receptionist more details, including his email, and then confirmed that he’d received their info packet, which needed to be filled out and brought with him.

“Great work, Sunshine!” Finn gathered Ollie into his arms once he hung up. “And I can help you with the paperwork. Don’t worry about that.”

Returning the hug, Ollie sighed into Finn’s shoulder, his breath warming the fabric. “Maybe I should call some therapists while I’m on a roll.”

“Don’t push yourself too hard, okay?” Finn wanted to tuck a curl behind Ollie’s ear but stopped himself, settling on stroking Ollie’s cheek instead.

Ollie leaned into the caress, blinking up at Finn with so much trust and affection that Finn’s pulse sped up. Slowly, he leaned down, wanting nothing more than to press their lips together.

When the doorbell rang.

Letting out a sigh, Finn dropped his head as Ollie snorted. “I guess I should answer that.”

“You could leave it out there and finish what you started?” Ollie raised his eyebrows, tilting his head and Finn couldn’t resist, placing a few quick kisses on those pouty lips before fetching their meal.

Rekindling some of the levity from the deck, Finn kept breakfast light. Although it was clear that Ollie was struggling with his toast and fruit, he cleared sixty percent of it as well as a bite of Finn’s veggie omelet. It took over an hour but Finn patiently sat by his side, telling him various stories from how he met Owen to the day Uncle Joe gave him the Gibson, and once they were done with their meal, Ollie insisted on contacting at least three therapists.

“Are you sure about this, Sunshine?” Finn could feel the concern on his face but Ollie nodded, still determined, and Finn’s pride grew even larger, filling the room.

“Oh, I thought this was plugged in…” Frowning down at his phone, Ollie pushed the cable further in and the screen lit up, the battery flashing at twelve percent.

Finn reached into his pocket. “Here, use mine.”

“Thanks.” The two of them settled back on the couch as Ollie grabbed the laptop again, making a few selections.

Unlike the doctors’ offices, the first two therapists didn’t have receptionists, only voicemails that Ollie left hesitant messages on. The third place did have someone answering the phones but it turned out that his health insurance was no longer accepted. Gritting his teeth, Ollie went to dial a fourth but Finn called a time-out.

“You’ve gone above and beyond today.” Pulling Ollie closer, Finn nuzzled his cheek. “I’m incredibly impressed.”

“Thank you.” Something in Finn’s words helped Ollie unwind and he visibly relaxed, his shoulders dropping. “I want you to see that I’m taking this seriously.” He swallowed, quickly looking away and then meeting Finn’s gaze again. “That I’m taking us seriously.”

Finn grasped both of Ollie’s hands. “I can see it.”

“Yay!” Ollie gave him a genuine smile, doing a little dance in his seat. “It’s scary but I feel sort of…relieved?”

“That makes sense. You’re taking action to solve a problem. It should make you feel more secure and confident.” The doorbell rang again and this time Finn didn’t rise to get it; instead, he gestured toward the door. “Right on time. Why don’t you answer that?”

Ollie bit his lip, looking at Finn quizzically but getting up nonetheless. Moving to the door, he peered through the front window, then from side to side, but it wasn’t until he glanced down that he gasped, covering his mouth.

“Finn!” Tearing the door open, Ollie crouched, picking up a clear vase filled with sunflowers and donned with a matching yellow bow. “When did you-”

“After my shower. I wanted you to know how proud I am of you.” The surprise and genuine delight on Ollie’s face would feed Finn’s soul for years.

Returning to the couch, Ollie placed the flowers on the table and straddled Finn’s lap, pressing a soft but meaningful kiss to his lips. “Thank you. Your help makes everything a lot easier.”

“You’re more than welcome, Sunshine.” They rubbed noses and then Ollie was gone, pulling his phone from the charging cable and pocketing it, then walking around the room while holding the vase aloft in different lights. With a shake of his head, he went into the kitchen, placing them on the granite counter and shifting a few flowers, studying the white backsplash and nodding.

Pulling out his cell, Ollie bent and hovered, getting the bouquet from various angles as Finn watched in fascination.

Flipping through the photos, Ollie selected one, typed out something, and posted. “How about we do something fun?”

“Sure. What do you have in mind?” Finn shifted over to make room as Ollie came back, showing Finn his phone. On it was a gorgeous photo of the flowers with a dancing heart next to it and ‘This man goes above and beyond too!’ placedacross the top. “Isn’t that a self-portrait?” Finn winked, grabbing Ollie and kissing his cheek.

“Maybe,” Ollie giggled, ending on a smirk as mischief washed across his face. “Are you still up for that makeover?”