8. Cayson

CAYSON

We stayed beside Dylan until he was fully asleep and then slipped out of his bedroom. In the family room, Finn and I stalled for a moment, not sure what to do next.

"I kinda feel like we should stay a while." I looked at Finn for agreement. "Or is that wrong?"

He nodded and picked up a stuffed penguin from one of the baskets. "I think it's smart. Just to make sure he's really down for the night."

I sat on the sofa as Finn circled the room, taking stock of everything Dylan had out in the open.

"Fuck." He pulled the corner of a yellow piece of paper out from under a book and read it.

"What is that?" From where I was sitting, I couldn't see much, but it looked like a photocopy of a document.

Finn shook his head, visibly upset. "An incident report. Looks like Dylan was given a date rape drug when he was out with some friends recently." He continued to read and then flipped the page over. "Sounds like he was fine, but one of his friends wasn't so lucky."

"Shit. No wonder he was so quick to regress after tonight."

"Poor kid." Finn snapped a picture of the report with his phone and then came to sit on the other side of the couch. "So, this kind of thing happen to you often?" He looked at me as he relaxed into the cushions.

"I was gonna ask you the same thing. But no, I've never been involved in a police incident before, but…if it had to happen, I'm glad it was with the two of you."

The air seemed to get thicker, and I could feel the heat building between us. "Yeah, ditto. I'm not sure I would've been able to handle Dylan as well as you did. I haven't done much age play."

I stretched my arm across the back of the sofa, letting it rest close to him but leaving any kind of contact in Finn's court. "I used to be more involved in the kink community before I moved back home, but mostly for scenes. Diapers and spankings for a night at the club. Nothing…in the wild like this."

"I've been to Primal a few times on duty, but in my line of work, I'm not generally welcome in places like that." Finn licked his lower lip, and I could feel him staring at my mouth as he nodded. "Communities that are meant to be a safe space for unorthodox activities generally don't encourage law enforcement to hang out among them."

So he was admitting to…something. But what? "If you were to go, what would you be looking for? A boy?"

"A partner, I guess." He took my earlier invitation and slipped his hand over mine, clasping it between us on the back of the sofa. "Maybe a sub. But yeah, a boy like Dylan would be a fantasy come true."

"A fantasy, indeed." I stared at Finn, leaning closer to him without even realizing I was doing it. "A partner sounds nice too."

His palm closed around mine, and he leaned forward too. "Dylan was right."

"About what?" I scooted closer so my knee was touching his, and the impressive cock pressed to his thigh was getting bigger by the second.

Finn closed the distance between us, lifting onto his knee and pausing just a breath away from my lips. "You do smell fucking delicious." Then he pressed forward and kissed me, pushing all the tension of the night right into me.

I pulled him to my chest and leaned back so he was lying on top of me with my legs bracketing him in place. My hands gripped his ass and tugged him tighter to me as our mouths danced together to release all the stress and tension that had been building up for hours. "Fuck, Finn. We shouldn't be doing this."

"I know." He kissed along my jaw as his fingers slipped beneath my shirt and traced my abs. "We should stop."

Instead of pushing him off me, I scooted lower, lying fully under Finn so his cock was aligned with mine as he rubbed on me.

His mouth was back on mine, tongues thrashing and teeth gnashing, and we let the moment escalate from zero to sixty. "Fuck, Daddy." He spit out the word like it was a game. But he was playing a game that would only end in losers if we weren't careful. "I can see why Dylan looks at you like you hung the fucking moon."

"Don't tease me, Finn." I pushed my pelvis up and into his, riding the friction between our clothed dicks as I replayed the way that word sounded on his tongue. "Or should I call you sir?"

"Fuck." His fingers slid up to my nipple, and he pinched me hard as he ground his cock over mine. "I'm gonna have an accident right here." His mouth covered mine, but it was softer now, more gentle than before. "Maybe you just do that to us, Cayson."

"I liked it better when you called me Daddy." I locked his thighs in place with my ankles, pulling him tighter to my body. "But if you'd rather come in my mouth than your pants, just say the word."

His forehead dropped to my shoulder as he panted harder, digging his fingers into my flesh as he thrust against me and came in his pants. To my surprise, his mouth opened, and Finn bit down on my shoulder, shocking me with the burst of pain and making me come too.

Damn, that was a sneaker shot. And as he panted against my ear, I just kept on shooting.

What the fuck was going on with me?

Finn and I lay there on Dylan's sofa for another thirty minutes before finally finding the energy and motivation to get up.

"We probably should get out of here before we wake him up." I slipped my fingertips under Finn's waistband, wishing it was looser so I could reach all the way down to his hole.

"Yeah. We're definitely past the line of appropriate behavior." Finn looked at me with a guilty expression, and I burst out laughing.

"Um, yeah, I think that ship sailed a long time ago."

Finn got up and pulled me with him, smirking at the wet spot soaking through the front of my jeans.

I slipped my hand inside my pants and rearranged my sticky cock. "See, maybe you're the problem here, sir. Not me."

He slipped his arms around my neck and pulled me against his chest with one hand on the back of my neck, firmly gripping it. "Say it again." His gaze was locked with mine as his lips brushed mine with every word.

"What?" I closed my arms around him, nipping at his lower lip. "Sir?"

His hand slipped down the inside of my jeans and cupped my ass, apparently having the same idea I did. "Mmm-hm…"

I shivered as I licked along the shell of his ear, teasing it with my hot breath. "You know I'm not a subbie, right?"

His eyes drifted shut as he kissed me again, only pulling off when we needed to take a breath. "I know I like how that sounds on your lips. Just as much as I'd like to hear it on Dylan's."