Page 21 of The Finding Series: Vol. 1

Rhys moaned at the feel of a slick tongue traveling up his cock before sucking gently on the flared head. He folded one arm under the back of his head so he could watch Finn go to town on his aching dick. Waking up with a very hot man wrapped around your body was one thing, but to have him worshipping your dick was a hundred times better. Even in his inexperience, Finn gave it his all. Just like last night.

Rhys had been fucked more times than he could count, had been the one doing the fucking even more often. But he’d never had something like last night happen. He’d never been in a place where sex became more than just a cock buried inside of him seeking release.

But last night had been a first because Finn hadn’t held anything back, especially from his eyes. He doubted Finn even realized that his eyes were a window to every emotion the other man experienced. Last night Rhys had seen the whole range including fear, curiosity, confidence, power and awe. But it was seeing himself through Finn’s eyes that had messed with his head and kept him up most of the night even as Finn lay wrapped around him, one leg thrown over Rhys’ leg, another arm draped across his chest.

Finn had taken something as simple as sex and turned it into something more. For the first time in his life, Rhys had felt precious, wanted…needed. It was something Rhys couldn’t imagine going without ever again, but that was exactly what would happen. He needed to remember that whatever he’d seen in Finn last night had been because it was his first time and he’d been overcome with the new sensations bombarding his body, not because he was feeling something for Rhys that he’d only felt for one other man - continued to feel for that man, Rhys reminded himself. Knowing that had been the only thing that kept Rhys from being the first man to have the pleasure of burying himself deep inside Finn’s perfect body. It was something Finn should give to the man he loved, not the man who was a convenient placeholder.

Rhys pushed all thoughts from his head when Finn stopped torturing him and finally sucked him deep into his mouth. The younger man immediately gagged and pulled off, then gave Rhys a sheepish smile as he tried again. God, he really was beautiful, Rhys thought to himself as he let his fingers brush over Finn’s soft hair. Finn increased the pressure of his sucking as he worked his mouth up and down Rhys’ length and Rhys fought the urge to thrust into his mouth.

Finn had pushed the comforter completely aside when he sought out Rhys’ dick so Rhys had an unobstructed view of the tight, smooth ass that was humping into the bedsheets. In fact, it was close enough to reach so Rhys took his hand from Finn’s hair and stroked it over the soft skin, allowing the tip of his finger to disappear into the crease.

Finn moaned and Rhys grunted at the sensation that assaulted his dick. This time he couldn’t stop himself from fucking into Finn’s mouth and he felt Finn relax his jaw and throat so he could take him deeper.

Rhys used his own saliva to coat the tip of his finger before sliding it back between the globes of Finn’s ass and finding his opening. Another moan from Finn as he began sucking Rhys in earnest. Finn’s hand disappeared under his own hips to stroke himself as he pumped up against Rhys’ finger and Rhys eventually gave him what he wanted and pushed the tip inside. It was enough to finish Finn and Rhys at nearly the same time.

Rhys watched as his come spilled from Finn’s lips as he tried to swallow it all down. Rhys dragged him up for a kiss and licked the fluid from around his mouth before plunging his tongue inside. As their orgasms subsided and their bodies melted together, Finn pulled back and said with a cheeky smile, “You taste better.”

* * *

Callan felt cold seep through his body as he watched Finn and Rhys laugh over something and then Rhys was spraying Finn with the water hose. He’d guessed the men had been out checking on the herd and were in the process of rinsing the sweat off their horses when they got into their little water fight. From their position, they couldn’t see Callan through the barn so he had an unfettered view of their interaction and knew instantly that things had changed between the two men who’d been ready to come to blows just yesterday. They weren’t being obviously overt, but a stolen touch, a sly smile, a heated stare – gestures only two people who’d been intimate with one another would share when they thought no one was watching.

He’d known it would happen at some point, but he still wasn’t prepared for the keening loss that went through him. And the worst part was because he felt the loss of both men, not just one. Finn leaving him and moving on had been a foregone conclusion, but the man who gave Finn what he needed, deserved, was always some faceless individual in a world that didn’t exist beyond Callan’s bleak future. But to have that man be Rhys, a man he himself was feeling some invisible pull towards, was a cruel twist of fate. Karma he supposed – punishment for all the lies he’d told so he wouldn’t have to spend the rest of his life watching Finn move on without him. And fucking hell if that wasn’t exactly what was happening now.

“Callan?” he heard his aunt call from behind him. Her voice was high and filled with fear. He swung around and saw her hurrying down the barn aisle towards him, her hands twisting around each other.

“Are you all right?” he asked when he reached her. He heard footsteps and hooves behind him.

“It’s your father – I can’t find him,” she cried. “He was taking a nap and I went to sit outside on the porch for just a few minutes and I must have nodded off,” she said shakily.

He felt Finn’s presence at his elbow and knew Rhys was likely close too.

“I woke up and went to check on him and he wasn’t in bed. I can’t find him anywhere!”

“It’s okay, we’ll find him,” he said as he pulled her into his arms.

He turned to see that Finn and Rhys were already re-saddling their mounts. He turned back to Dolly and said, “Can you go back to the house and wait for him in case he gets back. Call my cell if he does. You have Finn’s number too, right?” he asked.

She nodded, tears welling in her eyes. “It’s so hot already, Callan. He wouldn’t have thought to take any water with him,” she said in a strangled voice.

Fear went through Callan and he forced himself to stay calm as he ushered Dolly back towards the house. By the time he got back to the barn, Finn and Rhys had their horses saddled and Finn was pulling Callan’s black gelding from the stall.

“Finn, you take the south pasture. Rhys, can you check around the lake? He and my mother liked to go there and he doesn’t remember that it’s been filled in. I’ll head up towards the woods on the north side of the house,” he said as he tightened his horse’s girth.

“Got it,” Finn said. “He’ll be okay, Cal,” Finn reassured him and then the man was pulling him into his arms for a swift hug. Callan’s anxiety overrode his common sense and he wrapped one arm around Finn’s shoulders, the other around his waist and buried his face into the man’s shoulder. It lasted only a few seconds, but when he looked up, he saw Rhys watching him from where he stood next to his own horse and West. The knowing, piteous look in his eyes had Callan releasing Finn and grabbing his horse’s bridle and leading him from the barn without another word.

* * *

Callan held back the bile that rose in his throat as he checked his watch again. Forty-five minutes. His father had disappeared less than an hour ago, but it felt like a lifetime. The heat was sweltering and the terrain was rough and unforgiving and Callan knew that one wrong step could cost his father his life. Rattlesnakes weren’t unheard of in the area and he’d even seen bear scat earlier this week near the tree line that bordered the valley the herd spent most of their time in. Guilt gnawed at Callan for the many times he’d wished he didn’t have to deal with his father and the illness that was stealing him away piece by piece. The man he knew was disappearing before his very eyes, but every once in a while he got a glimpse of the proud, strong man who had taught him the value of a hard day’s work when he was a little boy. The one who’d shown him how to stand up to the bigger kids that picked on him and even stick up for the ones who couldn’t fight for themselves.

Tears stung Callan’s eyes and he reached for his phone, ready to dial the police. He knew no one from town would help put together a search party, but he had a friend who worked for the State Patrol. It would take time to get more bodies out to help, but it was something. As he went to dial, his phone rang and a knot of fear went through him at the sight of Rhys’ number.

“I got him Callan,” he heard Rhys say the second he answered. “He’s okay,” he quickly added and Callan pulled his horse to a stop and clapped a hand over his eyes to stem the grateful tears that threatened to fall.

“Where are you?” he managed to ask

“Other side of the lake,” he said. “He’s pretty confused and he won’t get up on the horse with me so I’m gonna find a place in the shade for us to wait near the access road. You think your aunt can get the truck down here? She’s probably closest and the sooner we get him out of the heat, the better.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll call her,” Callan said quickly. “Thank you, Rhys,” he managed to get out. “Thank you.” He ended the call before Rhys could hear the sob that had been stuck in his throat erupt. He managed to turn his horse around and head back towards the ranch. It took him a while to get his emotions under control, but he finally succeeded in getting his aunt on the phone and gave the relieved woman instructions on where to meet Rhys. He phoned Finn next, though he kept his words brief and clipped so that Finn wouldn’t pick up on the distress that was coursing through him.

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