Page 31 of Jinn

Pulling out, Finn turned Ajax around and took his mouth as he peeled off the condom. He jacked himself until his orgasm slammed through him and he splashed his release on Ajax’s stomach.

He didn’t stop kissing Ajax as he rode the pleasure out. It seemed to be endless, and he shot another small load just as his legs started to shake. He leaned into Ajax, who wrapped strong, firm arms around him.

“Christ, Finn, we’re fucking good at this.”

“Mmm…” Words weren’t happening, not with his brain this scrambled and complete satiation warming his limbs. He let Ajax hold him up until he felt he could move, then pulled back to stare at him, at that beautiful face he wanted to look at forever.

He’d been right to worry. Ajax was going to break his heart.

Ajax

Ajax woke with Finn plastered to his back, but he could tell by the way he breathed that he wasn’t asleep. “Something on your mind?” he whispered.

Thick arms tightened around him. “I know we’ve been together every night, but I’m still not used to sleeping with anyone.”

Ajax wasn’t sure how to take that, his skin prickling at the thought of Finn not liking this as much as he did. He started to pull away.

“No.” Finn held him even closer. “That wasn’t a complaint,” he said softly. “I was actually lying here and thinking about how much I like this. That it feels right.”

“It does to me, too.”

“I’ve never wanted to hold anyone like this. It’s new. But it’s…good.” He gave a sort of strangled chuckle. “And I was really thinking about how much I like the fact you smell like me.”

“I smell like sex. The whole room probably does with the way we went at each other last night.”

“I was rough.”

There was a hint of apology in his words.

“I liked it.”

“You’re human and I could have hurt you.”

“I’m tough, Finn.” He turned in Finn’s arms until they faced each other. “I want you to feel like you can be yourself with me. Please don’t worry about losing yourself to passion like that. Sometimes sex is rough. When it’s good. And believe me, that was beyond good.”

“It was.” Finn stroked a finger over his lips. “Soft can be good, too.”

Ajax shivered at the thought of having that with Finn. He wanted all the kinds. He was in love. Real love. Not the affection he’d held for Alan and other past lovers. This felt all encompassing, like he needed Finn to keep breathing.

He slid his thigh between Finn’s, loving the rasp of hair. “Yeah,” he finally said, still whispering. “Soft is good, too.”

“But not right now. You have to be sore.”

“I am, but it’s a good reminder. I like sex, but that felt different. Intense.” He was quiet a couple of moments, breathing in their combined scents. “There was a time when I didn’t think I liked sex. Took me a long time to realize that I only felt attraction when I grew to care for a person.”

“You’re demisexual?”

“Probably. Though I was attracted to you faster than my usual.”

Finn didn’t say anything for a moment before he spoke, “There could be a reason for that.”

Ajax lifted his head but couldn’t see Finn in the darkness of the bedroom. “What reason?”

“For preternaturals, this sort of intense attraction can mean something pretty big. We can have soulmates. Until recently, I didn’t know that humans could be that to us.”

Ajax held his breath, his heart skipping a beat. Of course he knew about the lore of soulmates. Two souls destined for each other. Perfectly matches pieces of a whole. It permeated both literature and music, a dream lore that appealed to anyone who believed in true love. “Are you saying what I think you’re saying? Wait.” He extracted his leg from between Finn’s, sat up and flipped the bedside lamp onto the lowest setting, though he still blinked at the abrupt addition of light to the room. “I need to see you.”

Finn sat up, too, his expression serious.

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