Romance Fan Fiction / Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Three's Company ❯ Finn's Story Part 2 ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

DISCLAIMERS:

Once again, the characters in this story I made up. I wish some of these things happened to me, but they didn't. Boo.

Lifetime â„¢ is Owned by Lifetime Entertainment Services is mentioned in the section. As I've tried to make obvious by using the “trademark” logo, which apparently doesn't show up I've been told. Anyway, their company has nothing to do with me. I make no money from them and they make none for me…but they do make money for Walt Disney and the Hearst Corp and whoever is a part of those companies. In this chapter, I don't refer to any manga, so I'm covered there.

This chapter deals with what the United States and Canada refer to as children having sex with what the United States and Canada term as adults. This aforementioned act is illegal in some countries, but then so is underage drinking and underage smoking and so on and so forth. Then again, in some countries, some of these things are legal. Again, I'm not going to get into a debate of right and wrong—my only responsibility is to warn you, which I've done. Get used to it.

So, what the hell took me so long you ask? Well other than the interfering of my `real life' I have outside of MediaMiner which, by the way, has utterly sucked lately, this story has completely gone out of control! I had no idea this new character was going to be in my story. Plus, the story wanted to skip this part and get to another part of my story that I really, REALLY didn't plan on happening. All of that made writing this part rather difficult, so if it doesn't run smoothly, suck it up! I tried.

That said, the other chapters will probably come faster.

WARNINGS:

If you are a HOMOPHOBE, DO NOT CONTINUE!

If you are a MONOGAMIST, DO NOT CONTINUE!

THIS IS YOUR FINAL WARNING—EXPICIT AND/OR OFFENSIVE SCENES WILL FOLLOW (see above comments).

Thank you again for reading and enjoy!

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Finn had come to the conclusion that if kissing a guy was hot, sex had to be hotter. With that in mind, he'd started hunting Stephen in earnest. His mantra was Stephen's last words to him and when Stephen was anywhere in the vicinity, he'd deliberately search him out, no matter how flimsy the reason or excuse. It was like a strange game of hide-and-seek.

But as determined as Finn may have been to catch Stephen alone, Stephen was just as determined that it not happen; and he was better at the game. Finn said as much to Lola during one of their sessions.

“I don't blame him. You're jailbait and if you choose to, you could make life extremely difficult for him,” she observed.

“You know I wouldn't do that!” He protested.

“He doesn't know that. Would it even matter if he did? You're a teenager—you're emotionally unstable, in his mind anyway.” She rolled over and let her hand trail down to his cock. He hadn't been as…enthused since his obsession with Stephen began and it was beginning to worry her. She felt like an older sister…well, maybe not sister, but she was concerned about where he was going with this thing. “Finn, tell me truthfully. Do you think you're gay?”

Finn had been asking himself that same question for the last year since he'd begun chasing after Stephen. It wasn't normal that a guy would get so obsessed with another guy. Was it? “I don't know,” he said, “I still like girls, but I'd really like to get with Stephen to find out for sure, once and for all.” He let out a loud sigh. “My Dad will freak if I really am gay.”

“Your dad IS a freak,” she muttered under her breath.

“What?”

“Trust me when I say your dad has no right to `freak' if you're gay.” She gave him a considering look, “You know, I could set up a meet with a guy I know if you want. Set it up just like you and me. Interested?” He mulled it over and dismissed it.

“Nah. It'd be too weird. I mean, what if he didn't turn me on? Not every dude does it for me, just like not every chick gets me hard.”

“I beg your pardon? I am not a baby hen and `dudes' are what city folks are called by ranchers and such.” He chuckled and rolled over pinning her to the bed. He was nearly 15 now and had seemed to skip that awkward, gawky stage that most teenage boys go through. He was also quite strong. Lola pushed against his hands and body and didn't budge him. “So what now—are you developing an interest in bondage?” She saw his eyes change even as she said it. “Forget it! You're not tying me up!”

“We'll see,” was all he said.

He might have won the battle of bondage with Lola, but he got nowhere in the stalking of Stephen. Nearly two years had passed since the kiss and Stephen had barely gotten close enough to shake hands since then. How freakin' pathetic am I? He asked himself as he made his way into his house after school. I bet he doesn't even remember it, and it's in my top five most memorable moments. Shit.

He let himself into the house and had almost made it to the stairs in his ongoing efforts to avoid his father.

“Finley, come in here. I need to talk to you for a minute.” Finn's gut clenched. He hated talks with his father as he always came away feeling less than whatever it was his father expected of him. He walked into the office where his father spent most of his time if and when he came home. He forced his gaze up and his heart stuttered as he met Stephen's cool, chocolate gaze. It was a moment before he realized his father was speaking to him.

“I'm going out of town on an extended business trip. I'm going to need Stephen to be here working out of my office so he can fax, e-mail or whatever anything I need.”

“What? Stephen's staying here?” He forced down his excitement and played the disgruntled teenager as hard as he could. “Why does he have to stay here? Can't he do whatever it is that you need him to do at your office downtown?” His father shot him an irritated look.

“No he can't do `whatever I need him to do downtown' because so much of this information is sensitive and I keep it here at home for added safety.”

“Dad, I don't need a babysitter, damn it, I'm 15 years old! I can stay here alone!”

“Only just 15 and he's not here as a damn babysitter! He's here as my aide working out of my home office! And if he checks on you, it's because I've asked him to.” The anger Finn had pretended to feel was starting to become real.

“Why, Dad? You think I'm going to throw a house party while you're gone? Get my friends over and smoke some pot? `Cause you know, I'm always bringing people over doing some kind of crazy shit,” he said snidely. Actually he did just the opposite.

He was rather popular at school, despite some of his anti-social attitudes. Whenever his friends wanted to crash somewhere, or the girls he hooked up with wanted to go somewhere to fuck, he had always able to convince them not to come to his house. Now that his Dad was going to be gone, he could've actually had some people over, but, no, he was leaving behind a babysitter. His glare left his father and blazed to Stephen who was looking on in mild amusement.

“Shit, Dad, do whatever the hell you want. You always do.” He turned and walked out, ignoring his name being called. He ran up the stairs and slammed his door shut and locked it for good measure. It took a minute for the anger to fade. However, his heart was still pounding, but this time in anticipation.

Stephen was going to be staying here. Finally! Stephen was within his reach!

Finn continued to give his father extra attitude up to the day he left. No need for him to know that he was happy with his choice of `babysitter'. So, whenever his father and Stephen were in the office at the house, he made sure doors slammed loudly, that his grumblings of discontent were loud enough to be heard and, for extra measure, he glared at them both every time he passed. You know, the stereotypical actions of a royally pissed of teenager. Apparently it worked because his father stormed out the house without any last minute rules, regulations or unwanted advice.

Stephen, however, seemed to take it all in stride. The only emotion he appeared to show was a vague amusement at his and his father's actions and Finn wasn't sure about how he felt about that. He didn't want to be an `amusing kid' to Stephen, he wanted… He felt his face heat up as he thought about what he wanted. This was his chance to find out if fucking guys was his gig or if he was going to stick-to-straight the rest of his life.

Finn had no idea what to expect once his father left and Stephen moved in. He'd done research (or his idea of research) on the gay lifestyle by means of gay porn. From that he figured either Stephen would have men over every night or be hot to jump him.

Instead, the house was quiet except for Stephen being on conference calls with his father and company, or if he himself turned the TV on in the main room. No men, no sexual confrontations in the bathroom or any other room. What he got was that same damn half amused smirk. He lasted three days like this.

Finally, one night, Finn plopped himself down in his father's office while Stephen was in there working on whatever. He watched him work sullenly without speaking. The silence stretched until Stephen took off his glasses with a sigh and carefully laid them on the desk before meeting Finn's baleful glare.

“And what can I do for you?” Finn narrowed his eyes in annoyance.

“You know what,” he wanted to snarl—snarling was cool—manly, but instead it came out slightly whiny.

“Ah, the kiss.” Stephen expression was amused tolerance. “Honestly, I can't believe you've been so wound up about a kiss—“

“It wasn't just a kiss, dammit, and you know it otherwise you wouldn't have remembered it!” Finn stood up abruptly causing the chair to scrape the floor a bit. Stephen's expression had gone blank.

“You're a child and I should never have even touched you. If you dad found out—“

“Fuck him! He doesn't give a good goddamn what I do as long as I stay the hell out of his way!” He saw the sympathy replace the blank expression and seethed, “I don't want your fucking sympathy! What I want is for you to just fuck me!” Stephen opened his mouth to protest, probably to say something about him being a `child' and Finn attacked him. He literally ran around the table and pressed his mouth against Stephen's just to keep him from speaking. It was a bumpy ride as first, but then Finn put everything he'd learned from Lola into the kiss.

He'd caught Stephen in mid-speak, so his mouth was open enough for him to slip his tongue through. He tasted of coffee and cigarettes and something else he couldn't identify. He delved deeper into his mouth wanting to taste as much of him as he could, nearly forgetting to use the finesse Lola taught him.

He slowed down and softened the kiss, and used his tongue to draw Stephen's into his mouth to suck it slightly and then nip it, before moving his mouth to Stephen's jawline, kissing and nipping as he went. He figured girls liked it, so would guys…right? Stephen pulled him until he was straddling his lap. Willing or no, Stephen's body was getting involved.

“You're definitely no novice at this are you?” He sounded slightly out of breath and his accent was thicker.

“I told you I wasn't,” Finn said somewhere in the vicinity of his left ear. Stephen hissed as Finn nipped his ear and Finn could now feel both their cocks rubbing against each other. “And you want me,” he deliberately pressed against Stephen, “So why are you fighting this—fighting me?” He his hands were active despite his very real confusion. “I'm older now—not so much a kid.” His hand made it to Stephen's nipple and twisted—not too hard. Stephen's gasp for air let him know the pressure was right on.

“I—I—Shit! Fuck!” Stephen continued to blabber something probably in Spanish. It was way to fast for Finn to keep up so he started working on the buttons of Stephen's shirt instead. He was starting on his pants when Stephen grabbed his hands and held them captive. Finn looked up into eyes so dark they were black…and blazing.

“You do move quickly don't you?”

“Yeah, but you're slowing me down,” he complained struggling against his grip, which only tightened. Finn was big for his age, but Stephen was older and stronger.

“I. Have. A. Lover!” Stephen got out between gritted teeth. Finn's struggling stopped. “He was here less than two hours ago. We sucked and fucked. You got down here twenty minutes after he left.” He stopped talking and just waited and watched. Finn was quiet because what he'd heard wasn't at all a turn off. Actually, he wished he'd seen them in the act and was in the process of imagining the scene, when something clicked.

“So that's what I was tasting,” he murmured and quickly leaned in, kissed him deeply, leaned back, licked his lips slowly. “So now,“ he said smiling a little, “I know what he tastes like. What does he look like?” Stephen stared at him.

“What the hell difference does it make what he looks like?” Finn tested Stephen's grip on his wrists. Yup, he wasn't letting go, so…

“I know what he tastes like,” he said pressing hard against his groin. Stephen inhaled sharply and Finn leaned in again. “I know what he tastes like on you and if I know what he looks like, I can put you together and I'll have a clearer image to jerk off to.” There was silence as Stephen stared at him in shocked arousal.

“Mierda! You're like a fucking male Lolita,” Stephen breathed. Finn didn't respond. He was too busy trying to reach any part of Stephen he could with his mouth. Stephen wasn't touching him except for the restraining hands. “'Spera, I mean wait. Stop!” He forcefully pulled away from Finn's searching mouth.

“What now?” Finn was damn close to whining.

“I don't cheat on my lover,” Finn opened his mouth to protest, and Stephen briefly tightened his grip on his wrists to stop him. “I don't cheat on him without his knowledge.” Stephen inhaled deeply and let it out with a gust. “We're going to have to postpone this for later. I have a conference call with your father in,” he lifted his right hand and Finn's left to look at his watch, “twenty minutes—not nearly enough time to do anything…fun.” A small smile floated across his face and he released Finn's wrists and gently pushed him. Finn stood not sure what was expected of him. “Go.” He said straightening his clothing. “I have some calls to make and one to hurry along. I'll come and get you when I've finished.”

Stephen picked up the phone and dialed, indicating he was done talking, at least to him. However, the lust in his eyes wasn't completely gone as he raked Finn's body head to toe while speaking on the phone. “Corwin Montgomery.” Hell, he was calling his father. “Yes. I've got the paper work done and it's been faxed to your hotel.” His eyes continued to strip him of his clothes even as he talked business on the phone. “The Niishi Corporation should be online in minutes. We'll be able to connect by remote server.” Finn turned to walk out but stumbled at Stephen's next words laced with humor.

“Their `assets' are very well protected; however, because they lack experience, a rear entry takeover is very possible and probable.”

Finn barely resisted using his hands to cover his ass as he walked out the office.

It's amazing how much information you can find on the internet if you look for it. Finn had several tabbed pages open in reference to anal sex. He'd found out that the prostrate was good for more than catching cancer. He'd even discovered why anal sex was more enjoyable for men than women. It was all very fascinating and best of all, there were illustrations.

This could be why he never heard the door open.

“You're right, Steph, he is a pretty pervert,” said a very British male voice right in his ear. “Take a peek at the photos on his computer.” Finn flew out of his chair and stared at the man staring at his computer. The man whistled. “Some of this stuff is down right pornographic.” He straightened up grinning; his teeth appeared very white in his tanned face. “You really shouldn't be looking at things of this sort.” Finn stared at the laughing man for a moment and then switched his gaze to Stephen who had yet to say a word.

“Who the hell is this?” He asked Stephen, but the laughing man answered by extending his hand.

“Ian Fitzmurphy at your service, mate. I'm Steph here's lover.” Finn stared at the man, this time in shock. He was taller and broader than Stephen. He had pale blue eyes and muddy brown hair—his looks were completely unremarkable compared to Stephen's. And this…this clown was Stephen's lover? “I hear you fancy a romp with him. Mind if I watch? Maybe touch a bit?” His grin appeared affable, but something behind it made Finn nervous as hell.

“Um…I…” Finn had no clue how to start. “How'd you two meet?”

“University,” the twit said happily. Stephen was silent and watching.

“Cambridge? You?”

“Well, of course I attended on scholarship, while moneybags here paid tuition outright.” He gave Finn a sharp look, “What? You don't think I'm smart enough to have attended?”

“No! Uh, no…just surprised that's all.” Ian walked to stand behind Stephen who hadn't moved since they'd entered the room, and proceeded to wrap both arms around him and nuzzle him in the neck. Stephen only tilted his head to give him better access, but still didn't speak, just kept watching Finn with eyes that were giving away nothing. Ian continued with his story while his hands and mouth roamed the parts of Stephen's body they could reach.

“Yah, well, I didn't take it seriously at first. The fact of it is I majored in benders that first semester…” he paused and grinned widely and Stephen even rolled his eyes and smiled a bit. “No pun intended,” he smirked. Finn had no clue what he was talking about, but figured he drank a lot in college.

He was listening, sort of, but was distracted by the twit undressing Stephen as he talked. Stephen's shirt was completely unbuttoned and his nipples were sticking out and slightly red because Ian had been playing with them. He licked his lips and realized the twit was talking again.

“Anyone who breathes air knows Cambridge costs a bomb to attend and since I was basically pissing around the entire time I was on campus, I failed the entire first semester and was in danger of losing my scholarship.” Finn watched as one of Ian's hands disappeared down the front of Stephen's pants. Stephen's only reaction was to inhale sharply. Finn's gaze shot up to Stephen's and was held by that lazy chocolate stare. He had yet to say a word. Ian was talking enough for both of them.

“Then I met Stephen who called me a total gorm and helped me get myself straightened out, didn't you love?” He almost whispered the last as he bit Stephen's ear. “We've been together pretty much ever since.” Finn desperately tried to think of something to say.

“Are you life partners then?” Ian let out a bark of laughter.

“Leave off watching the Lifetime channel, mate,” Ian said laughter still in his voice, “Let's just say we rub along together well.” He emphasized that with a firm stroke down Stephen's cock.

“Enough, Ian,” Stephen said and strangely enough, Ian stopped touching him, immediately. Stephen gaze held Finn's. “Come here,” he said softly. Finn didn't even realize he was shaking his head no until Ian's comment.

“Told you,” Ian's gaze was now sardonic, “all mouth and no trousers.”

“Sod off, Ian,” he waited briefly and then turned to Finn again. “I told you to come here. You said you wanted this. Has something changed? I'm not going to force you.”

“No! I'm just…” Finn wasn't about to say he was more afraid of this than his first time with someone other than Lola. “It's just that online it says it'll hurt.”

“It hurts girls when they gets their cherry popped, but they're still willing to go for another round afterward,” the twit chimed in.

“Callate, Ian!” Stephen looked at Finn kindly. “It can be painful if not done correctly, but even then, there can be pleasure.” He held out a hand, “Come, Finn.”

Finn went.