Page 64 of Outside the Veil
“Diego…” Finn arched into his attentions and spread his knees wider. “I don’t need as much time beforehand as you. I want you so.”
“Dangerously close to ‘take me now’,mi vida,” Diego said on a soft chuckle. He slipped the pad of his forefinger in all the same, unwilling to take Finn unprepared. The groan torn from Finn’s chest was passion soaked and achingly sweet.
With a last, heated kiss to the slick head of Finn’s member, he positioned himself with one hand and teased at the tight ring. He met only a moment’s resistance before he slipped inside.
“God…oh…Finn…” he gasped out. The sheath gripped him so tight, the channel so smooth and cool, like nothing he had ever felt before. All thoughts of why they were making love skittered away, chased off by the rising tide of pleasure.
He sank within slowly, hands on either side of Finn, then those long arms closed around him to pull him down. An odd, dizzy feeling of surrender washed over him.On top, yes, but not in control. And it’s so damn good this way.
Finn moved beneath him with gentle rolls of his hips, encouraging his thrusts, setting the rhythm. His body tightened with need within a few, short minutes.
“Finn…Finn…”
“That’s it. I love you, Diego. More than sun and rain. Ride me as if you rode the storm wind,” Finn murmured against his ear.
Diego gasped and thrust faster, plunging deep with each hard stroke. “Yes…dios…oh, yes…” His body compressed to a single need, a single, overwhelming, mounting pressure. Three short cries leapt from him as he hung on that almost-there moment of agonized pleasure. With a long groan, he buried his face against Finn’s shoulder and came in a rushing plunge, hips bucking hard through each forceful spasm.
Blue fire danced over Finn’s skin and shone through the hand he lifted to cup Diego’s face. “Forgive me, my love.” The whispered thought caressed his mind.
Finn’s body seemed consumed by the blue flames in the last instant before Diego’s vision burst into a hundred thousand exploding stars.
With a terrier-tenacious grip, Finn kept Diego with him as he slipped into the Dreaming. He had told Diego it was not a place. In a physical sense, this was true. A state of consciousness, yes, it was that, but his love had managed to knock on the door of his mind and wander in—well, he had never been much of a philosopher. Things were or they were not. One did better to adapt when a new thing occurred.
Chapter eighteen
Practice
The mind Finn embraced had touched his in more than one lifetime. The physical manifestation had been different the last time, the body larger, the personality more confident and carefree, but still the same shining soul. Even in his most awakened lifetime, though, Diego had not summoned lightning.
“My hero? Are you well?”
The mental image of Diego shook his head. “It’s so…strange. I feel like I’m really sitting here with you.”
“You are. In a way. Your thoughts nestled next to mine. I thought this would be a better way for you to begin. Rather than seeing your own body from outside.”
Diego shuddered. “Right. I might’ve thought I was dead.” He stared upward for a long moment. “Finn? What are all the stars? What do they mean?”
“They are merely stars.”
“You’re such a liar.”
“Yes.”
“I’d rather you told me it’s none of my business than have you fib to me.”
“Fib?”
“A small lie. One that doesn’t necessarily hurt anyone.”
Finn chuckled. “Ah, they come in degrees and types now. I like that.”
Even connected like this, Diego kept much of his mind closed off. Finn waited while he mulled something over behind his walls.
“Why doesn’t it hurt you when I seize?” he finally asked.
“I feel your lightning, love, it sparks and hisses. But you do not hurl it at me.”
“But why?”
