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carter

My siblings were the easy part, and even though I feel a massive weight lifted now that my siblings know, I still have one last hurdle to get over. Especially now that I know our parents knew each other—at least in some aspect—in college.

I take the stairs two at a time, knocking quickly on my parents’ front door before walking in.

They’ve always had an open-door policy, even for our friends growing up, and if one of my mom’s kids knocked and waited for her to come, she would “make them wait until they leave.” She’s been the best mom, and I know that coming out to them isn’t going to be cause for concern.

The kicker will be with who I’m in love with if they remember who Finn’s dad is, like he remembers them.

“Dad? Mom? Your favorite son is here!”

“Dallas, is that you?” my mom’s voice rings out from where she’s working on a puzzle with my dad at the kitchen table.

“Funny. You know we all think he’s your favorite, right? I should text them all and let them know you just admitted your preference, but I don’t want it to go to Dallas’ head. ”

“Oh stop it, right now! I don’t have favorites. You walked right into that one by calling yourself it.”

“Sure, sure, Mom, sure.”

“Have a seat, my boy. Any update on your worries? Sawyer said all has been quiet.”

“Kinda wanted to talk to you about that. We don’t have to worry about anything. I was overly paranoid, but I had my reasons.”

“That’s great! But that’s not Carter-visit worthy, so what else is going on?”

My dad sits back in his chair, crosses his arms, and raises a brow, waiting for my news.

“I’m bisexual.”

My dad just kind of looks at me, but my mom stands up out of her chair and grabs my face, forcing me to look at her.

“I love you, my boy. I’m proud of you for telling us, and it makes me so happy that you know you can come to us about anything.”

“Thanks, Mom.”

“Your mom is right. I love you and I’m proud of you. No matter who you love, man or woman, as long as you’re capable of feeling the emotion and giving it in return. It’s life-changing.”

“Thanks, Dad. On that same note, I met someone. He’s the reason I even realized that I was bisexual in the first place.”

“Oh, honey! I never thought I would see the day! When do we get to meet him?” my mom gushes.

“Well, before you get too excited. It’s more complicated than that.

The writer at the Northwest Explorer I was telling you about who I was freaking out over?

That’s who I’m in love with. I was grasping onto everything that could give me an out because I didn’t want to accept that I had fallen in love with someone.

He would never do anything to hurt me or anyone else. ”

“What’s his name, son?” my dad asks, his tone a little more firm. My blood starts to go cold as my cheeks heat, but I shake my hands out, willing myself to stay calm.

“The man I fell in love with is Finn Nash. His dad is Griffin Nash.”

If my mom’s reaction is any indication of how this revelation would be received, my panic is warranted. She gasps softly, covering her mouth with her hand before looking at my dad.

“Well, isn’t that a turn of events, huh?” my dad says with a laugh. I go from panic to confusion in about one point two seconds.

“Finn and I know there’s something up. Will you please explain it to me?

I love our family so much, but I also love Finn, and I want to spend the rest of my life with him.

We need to understand what’s going on. Look, his dad controlled every aspect of Finn’s life and held what he loved most over his head to get him to fall in line.

He forbade him from speaking with us, which is why he was being sketchy about meeting me for the interview.

When I say his dad lost his mind when he found out we were together, I’m not exaggerating.

You two clearly know their last name. Please, explain it to me. ”

“We know who Griffin Nash is, son. We aren’t denying that. But maybe this is a conversation to be had when Finn is here also. We’ll explain everything.”

I settle further into my chair and take a deep breath. I don’t want to wait any longer to understand this, but I can handle it, and Finn will want to hear it with me.

“Thank you. It’s important to me that you all accept him. He no longer has a relationship with his family, he gave up his job at the magazine—I’m all he has, and I want to share my family with him. I hope that you both can be open to that someday.”

“We’re looking forward to meeting him, honey.”

Finn is waiting for me when I get back from my parents’ house and it feels so good.

I never thought I would want to share my space with another person.

In fact, I purposefully put boundaries in place to keep it from ever happening.

But having Finn here at the end of my day is fucking bliss.

We still need to take the time to pack up the majority of his things from his mini-mansion, but all of the things that matter are already here.

We’ve easily made space for him in my—our—bedroom, and sharing space just feels natural.

We’re fully aware of the speed at which we’ve taken this, but when a love like this comes along, you grab it and hold on to it for dear life.

“Hey, baby! I’m home!”

I find Finn sitting in front of his laptop, bare feet resting on the coffee table in front of him, wearing nothing but a pair of navy blue boxer briefs.

His glasses have fallen down the bridge of his nose, his hair is tousled, and he looks so fucking sexy my mouth waters at the sight.

His runner’s legs are muscular in all the right places, his toned abs and chest looking so good I’m practically salivating.

“I want to ask you how it went with your parents, but the look you’re giving me right now is making me want to ask you to get on your knees instead.”

“Oh, baby, you don’t have to ask. Take that cock out for me,” I tell him as I pull my shirt over my head and push my pants down.

“You want it, Hayes? Come and get it.”

Quicker than I’m expecting him to, Finn drops his laptop on the couch and jumps up, taking off toward the other end of the house. I respond quickly, running after him. He jukes my first attempt at grabbing him, quickly moving to the side as he hits the threshold of our bedroom.

With the bed in front of him, I tackle him, launching both of us tumbling onto the mattress. We bounce twice as I grab at the waistband of his briefs, yanking them down his legs.

“You gonna be a good boy for me, baby?”

“Are you gonna be a good boy for me , lover?”

I toss the briefs behind me, looking down at my man spread out on our bed. His thick, uncut cock rests heavy against his pelvis and just as he moves his hand up to reach for it, I bat him away. “Mine,” I growl, making him laugh.

“C’mere, I want you in my mouth.”

“Nu-uh, I want to suck yours until you blow for me.”

He arches his eyebrow at me, giving me that devilish smirk that I love so much, when it registers exactly what he wants.

Flipping around, I scoot up to him on my side, Finn lying on his, as I feed my cock into his waiting mouth.

Grabbing his length, I pump him twice before sticking my tongue into the hood around his dick and swirling it around.

His moans vibrate through my shaft, turning me on further.

Matching his rhythm, I suck him fully into my mouth, loving the way his dick feels against my tongue.

His hips buck forward, pressing him to the back of my throat, forcing me to gag around his length.

His tongue is doing crazy things to my cock at this angle and it’s making my head spin. Why the hell haven’t we done this until now? Every new experience Finn gives me blows my ever-loving mind, always leaving me boneless and out of breath.

Wanting to make him blow first, I double down, gripping his hip and forcing him to the back of my throat.

When I pull back, I hollow out my cheeks and suck him hard.

His moans are gurgled around me as his thighs start to shake.

I continue to suck him hard, rolling my finger in the built-up saliva and his base before slipping it around to his hole.

I swirl my finger around the spot for a moment before slowly pressing in as Finn pops off of me.

“Oh fuuuuuuck,” he yells as I breach the tight rim of his ass.

“You like that, baby? You like it when I play with your ass with your cock in my mouth?” I rasp as I heave air into my lungs.

I dip my head back down, sucking his dick like I need to survive while fingering his ass. I know I’ve found his sweet spot when he’s no longer able to focus on blowing me, and that is more than okay with me.

“Fuck me, fuck me, Carter, please.” His sweet whines go straight to my throbbing cock, and I wouldn’t deny him anything he begs for. I release his dick from my mouth, letting it smack hard against his abdomen.

“You want my cock in your ass, baby? Tell me exactly what you want.”

“Fuck my ass, Hayes. Fuck me hard.”

I stay where I am for a few more moments, working his hole open so that I can slide in without hurting him. Finn languidly laps at my dick, kissing and licking up my length, nuzzling his face into my pelvis. It’s so fucking erotic and I almost can’t take anymore.

Once he’s good and open for me, I sit up, spinning around and positioning myself between his legs. Finn spreads open for me and I grab his legs, hooking his knees over my forearms and opening his ass up wide for me.

“You ready, baby?”

“Fuck me.”

I use his body to position him where I need him, lining up my hard cock and pressing in slowly just as he’s pushing out. I slip right in, and my mind turns to fucking mush .

“Your ass is sucking me, so fucking greedy to be fucked, baby.”

“Gah, yes!”