Falling For Disaster (3 page)

Chapter 5

“Read chapter four and don’t forget there’s an essay due Monday,” Finn announced as he leaned against the chalkboard.

The chorus of groans was drowned out by the bell and the room filled with the sounds of books slamming, chairs sliding and bags zipping. Finn smiled as the kids filed past and dropped into the chair behind his desk to pack up for the day.

“Excuse me, Mr. Finn?” A soft voice called and Finn’s head snapped up. Large blue eyes, bouncing gold curls and pouting pink lips confronted him and for a moment, Finn felt a ripple of panic.

“Miss Gable, how can I help you?” He asked as he sat back in his seat and tried not to squirm and prayed the sinking feeling in his stomach was paranoia.

“I was wondering if you ever did any tutoring. Like, away from school,” she said as her finger traced invisible curls and swirls on Finn’s desk. He pulled his lips in to keep from swearing out loud and flipped open his grade book. Finn was certain he’d never get used to it or figure out a way to handle it without feeling awkward and like a creep. Unfortunately, switching from college to high school upped the anxiety in that he could actually get arrested if someone got the wrong idea.

“I don’t offer any tutoring but I’m sure some of your peers are available,” he tried to mumble absently as he found her name then nodded. “But you have an A, so you have nothing to worry about,” Finn looked up and offered a bland smile. Her face fell and her lip pushed out.

“I just thought that maybe…” She blinked several times and Finn pretended not to notice as he shoved the book into his bag and flipped it closed before he pulled the strap over his shoulder. “You know, you can never learn too much!” She tried to lean close and Finn slid to the side and went for the door.

“Of course you can, “ Finn argued as he pulled the door open. “I suggest you enjoy being young and have fun with your friends. Being a grownup sucks.” He gestured for her to exit and she frowned as she hugged her books to her chest. Finn offered her a quick salute as she passed. “Your grades are fine. Keep doing whatever you’re doing.” With that, he pulled the door shut and rushed down the hall, in the opposite direction.

Finn pulled the diner door open and glanced around quickly. There were still a few hours before the kids took over the town for the night but the last thing Finn wanted was to run into any of his students. He was finding that they thought of him as a public personality when they met outside of school and most didn’t think twice about monopolizing his time. Even if they didn’t try to pull him into drawn out conversations, they stared. Apparently, it was bizarre that a teacher might exist outside of a classroom and eat french fries or buy light bulbs. He scanned quickly and was about to relax when he spotted Saint tossing money on the counter and winking at Cheryl. Saint turned and aside from the tightening of his lips when his eyes met Finn’s, he showed no interest or awareness as he headed toward the door. Straight toward Finn. Finn plastered himself against the door, holding it open as Saint passed. There was a brief nod, but other than that, Saint didn’t acknowledge Finn.

“Hey, Finn!” Cheryl said brightly as he slid into his usual booth. “Where have you been? Haven’t seen you around for a while.” She scolded as she set a coke on the table. Finn waved off the menu and grinned.

“It’s only been about a week,” he pointed out. “I had a mountain of tests to grade and I’m trying to get motivated to fix up the house. I’ve been spending my evenings at the hardware store,” he explained and Cheryl snorted.

“Figures. The men always end up in love with Gladys,” she said and Finn laughed. Gladys had to be in her early eighties.

“I’ll have a cheeseburger,” Finn said and Cheryl nodded as she went off to bark out his order. Finn pulled out his phone and idly swiped through news articles until Cheryl set his plate down. “Here ya go, doll!” She said loudly. “You know, if you ever need anyone to show you around or fill you in on the history and people of Blytheville, I’m your girl,” Cheryl offered and Finn raised a brow.

“There are two streets, a handful of shops and restaurants, the school and a biker bar,” Finn said. “I’ve pretty much figured out where everything is and almost everyone’s introduced themselves,” he added and Cheryl rolled her eyes.

“Whatever. Just putting it out there,” she sighed and Finn laughed softly.
Speaking of bikers…

“Actually, that biker that left as I was coming in, I don’t think we’ve met,” Finn lied and Cheryl’s eyes clouded over and a grin tilted her lips.

“Saint. He’s such a dog. He’s been teasing me for years but never makes good on it,” she complained as she toyed absently with the top button of her shirt. Finn felt sympathetic. Whatever Cheryl was imagining, he’d probably envisioned a few dozen times in the last week. Unfortunately for Finn, the odds were definitely in Cheryl’s favor. She sighed and shook her head. “He’s one of The Brothers but he’s a pretty decent guy. He’s sort of their watchdog, keeps an eye on what’s going on in town and keeps them out of trouble with the sheriff’s office,” Cheryl explained and Finn nodded slowly.

“Is he from around here?” Finn asked casually before he pushed a french fry into his mouth and Cheryl shook her head.

“No, he came to town a few years ago. Knew one of The Brothers from prison or another club or something. I think he’s from Chicago,” she added before she looked over her shoulder at the kitchen window. “I better get going before Walter yells at me,” Cheryl pointed at Finn’s plate. “Are you good here or can I get you anything else?” She asked and Finn shook his head.

“Thanks, I’m good,” he said and Cheryl rushed back behind the counter.

Finn turned his attention to his meal and tried not to think about Saint. Or the fact that he barely seemed to recognize Finn. He shook his head inwardly. Why would he expect more? If Cheryl was right, and she knew everything about everyone in town, Saint probably spent time in prison and ran with gangs most of his life. Just because he could string together a few polite sentences, didn’t mean he was actually a decent, civilized person.
Porn,
Finn decided and nodded firmly as he swallowed the last bite of his burger and washed it down with a large drink of his soda.
Go home and binge on porn and rub one out. Then, you won’t be able to look at yourself in the mirror or want to think about sex or men for a few days. Maybe you’ll actually get around to doing something in the house,
Finn didn’t wait for the bill. He tossed enough cash on the table and waved as he went to the door just as a pack of teenagers, a few of them students, entered. Finn nodded in greeting and exited before he could be stopped. Once he was safely in his truck, Finn sighed in relief and decided to make the best of his quiet weekend at home.

Chapter 6

As soon as Finn’s truck disappeared from sight, Saint eased his bike out of the alley between the hardware store and the post office. He sat back and stared down at his hands as they rested in his lap, trying to talk himself out of feeling guilty for not smiling or saying more to Finn at the diner.

Nothing good can come of this,
he reminded himself for about the hundredth time in the last week. Just when it was getting easier to dismiss random thoughts about Finn and go for more than ten minutes without picturing him, he had to appear. The moment they almost touched, as Saint passed him in the doorway at the diner, had nearly been too much. Fuck, if Finn didn't smell like heaven. Saint didn’t know what it was but he could tell it was something high-end and obscure. It was peppery and herbal and it made Saint’s mouth water and he had to clench his fists to keep from reaching for Finn’s warm, hard body.

Staging a breakdown in front of Finn’s had been a serious miscalculation on Saint’s part. He planned on introducing himself and fishing out a few details as they chatted on the side of the road, not getting invited to the house and ending up with a week’s worth of wet dreams. Every time Saint woke up hard and covered in sweat he told himself that Finn was off limits. Aside from the risk involved with associating with someone that might eventually be outed, Finn was a really good guy.
No. He’s perfect,
Saint corrected as he recalled all the books and the music. If he was a different man, in a different place, Saint would have joined Finn on the couch and they would have talked about history, philosophy, jazz and blues for hours. Then, he would do every dirty, disgraceful thing he could think of to Finn’s body. Christ, Saint wanted to fuck Finn so bad, riding his bike had been an almost constant hell.

Then, he’d remember that Finn was starting over with practically nothing. It didn’t take Saint long to see that Finn wasn’t over whatever had happened to him. There was a lot of “I don’t give a fuck” about Finn and when he smiled, it was hollow and didn’t reach his eyes. Saint instinctively wanted to break every bone belonging to the person that hurt Finn. He shook his head as he stared in the direction of Finn’s house.
That’s none of your business and all you’ll do is make it worse,
Saint insisted.

Saint swore as he recalled Finn standing over him with a beer wearing those grey sweatpants. Jocks always did it for Saint and grey sweatpants were pretty much his kryptonite. Finn checked all of the boxes. He was athletic, intelligent, obviously a good person (who invited a strange biker into their home?) and sexy as fuck.
You should at least repay his kindness with a six pack of beer. And you’re going to feel like hell if you don’t apologize for being rude at the diner.
Saint groaned as he rubbed the back of his neck and catalogued all the reasons he should stay away from Finn.

Eventually, Saint sighed in defeat and shut off his bike. He’d drop off some beer and say hello. No going inside and he’d make sure they kept it short. Saint ignored the flutter of anticipation that swept through him as he stepped into the convenience store.

Five minutes later, Saint was tucking the beer into the saddle bag. He looked around before he pulled the box of condoms out of the paper bag then frowned as he stared at them. He hadn’t bought any in years and he had no idea why he decided he needed them as he was paying for the beer. He shrugged and stuffed them in his back pocket before he straddled his bike and started it. Saint doubted Finn was the sort of guy that hooked up with men he barely knew. Even if he was, Saint wasn’t going to risk everything for a quick fuck.

Chapter 7

The improbable sound of a bike coming down the road confused Finn. He listened as it drew closer, frowning over the top of his book until he was certain he was actually hearing it. Finn shut the book and tossed it on the table as he sat up and jumped to his feet. He immediately recognized Saint and his heart raced as he leaned against the door frame and watched as Saint shut off his bike. Finn squinted through the screen door as Saint pulled something out of the bags on the side of his bike. As soon as Finn recognized the beer, he smiled and held open the door as Saint stepped onto the porch.

“You shouldn’t have,” he said and Saint shrugged as he held out the beer.

“It was the least I could do and I didn’t have a chance to stop and talk earlier. I was in a hurry,” he explained and Finn’s brows pulled together as he took the beer.
Too much of a hurry to say hi?
He wondered as he gestured for Saint to come in. Saint’s eyes locked on the floor behind Finn and he looked like he was trying to solve a problem. Finn’s lips twisted as he waited. Finally, Saint’s shoulders dropped and he sighed heavily as he stepped past Finn.

“Let me put these in the fridge,” Finn said and the screen door slammed shut as he crossed the living room. He pulled the fridge open and added the warm six pack to his ample supply of beer. Aside from the milk for his cereal and a bag of baby carrots, there was nothing but a lot of beer in Finn’s fridge. “Want a cold one?” Finn asked as he reached for two.

“No, I can’t stay,” Saint called from the living room and Finn blocked the swell of disappointment that rose within him. Finn took his time arranging the shelf before he stood and shut the fridge. When he walked back into the living room Saint was pacing by the door and looked anxious.

“Is something wrong?” Finn asked carefully and Saint’s eyes were large and turbulent when they flicked to Finn’s.

“God damn it,” Saint gasped as he rushed at Finn.

“What?” Finn jumped and took a few steps back before Saint’s hands locked around Finn’s face.

Saint’s eyes were wild as his mouth collided with Finn’s and he growled as his tongue swept past Finn’s lips. Saint was ruthless and hungry. His tongue thrust and probed urgently and Finn could only hang on as he was thrown against the staircase. His hands clung to Saint’s shoulders as complete shock and a little fear flooded Finn’s brain. Saint groaned as one hand slid through Finn’s hair and cupped the back of his head and the other wrapped around Finn’s neck. Saint angled his head, taking the kiss deeper and heat and need exploded. Finn locked an arm around Saint’s neck and the taste of mint and wind had his nerves flickering. Saint pulled back and another hoarse growl tore from his throat as he pushed Finn’s t-shirt up his chest and whipped it over his head. Finn blinked, dazed and breathless, then hissed when Saint’s lips and tongue attacked the corner of his neck.

“Fuck. You smell so good,” Saint panted as his hands roamed over Finn’s chest and stomach. They were rough, covered with callouses and huge as they gripped and slid over Finn’s body frantically while his teeth grazed Finn’s skin. “What is that?” He asked and Finn forced his eyes open as he tried to remember.

“It’s a beeswax and jojoba based apothecary blend I order from New York,” he said and Saint raised his head.

“What?” He asked as his head pulled back in confusion. Finn shook his head.

“Never mind,” he said as he reached for Saint and pulled his lips to his.

Finn’s fingers dug into Saint’s hair and he tugged at the elastic band and hummed in delight as it slipped off and Saint’s hair fell. It was warm and feathery soft against the backs of Finn’s hands and the smell of shampoo filled Finn as he sucked on Saint’s lower lip. There was a soft grunt and Finn was pinned against the wall and his eyes flared as the hard heat of Saint’s erection pressed against the corner of Finn’s thigh. Saint’s hands wrapped around Finn’s ass and he ground his hips as he groaned Finn’s name. Then, those large hands locked around Finn’s shoulders, holding Finn against the wall as Saint stepped back. His eyes were dark and hard as they poured into Finn’s before they slid down Finn’s body.

“Son of a bitch,” Saint complained under his breath and Finn looked down and frowned. Aside from a very serious and obvious hard-on pushing against the front of his sweatpants, Finn couldn’t see anything remarkable about his appearance.

“Is something wroooohhh…” The question turned into a moan when Saint grabbed the front of Finn’s pants and boxers and tugged them down, releasing Finn’s pulsing length. Saint shook his head but his eyes were locked on Finn’s cock. Finn’s eyes flared as he watched Saint’s hand wrap around his length then his head fell back and his eyelids dropped as Saint began to stroke.

“I shouldn’t be doing this. I told myself I had to leave you alone,” Saint rasped and a weak laugh burst from Finn as his head rolled against the wall. Heat and pleasure swirled in is groin and his body was starting to twitch as his nerves tightened.

“I’m glad you didn’t listen,” he said and he couldn’t stop his lips from curving. He licked them and shook his head in disbelief. The crisp taste of Saint’s lips and tongue was still there and Finn felt like he was wrapped in Saint’s clean, soft scent and warmth. Then, he wasn’t. Finn opened his eyes and had to blink several times before he looked down and found Saint on his knees, his lips hovering in front of Finn’s cock as Saint’s hand continued to tug. “Holy shit,” Finn whispered and he instinctively reached for the banister above his head.

Saint’s eyes were heavy when they reached Finn’s as his mouth fell open. Finn held his breath as Saint’s tongue slid past his lips and they both moaned as it washed up the length of Finn’s erection. Finn hissed as Saint’s lips brushed over the head, caressing gently before Saint’s lips wrapped around it and slid down Finn’s cock, taking him deep. Saint sucked and Finn’s eyes rolled back into his head. Saint’s hands closed around Finn’s ass and there was another growl as Saint’s head began to rise and fall rapidly as he sucked hungrily. He was so good. Finn couldn’t remember the last time Taylor had sucked his cock but he’d never been as enthusiastic. Saint let Finn’s cock slip from his lips and began to lap wildly, up and down the shaft before he lowered his head and pulled one of Finn’s balls into his mouth and sucked. Finn hissed and rose on his toes and Saint chuckled softly as he nuzzled his lips and nose into Finn’s sack and pulled in a deep breath. Finn’s erection throbbed angrily and he whimpered as his fingers sifted through Saint’s hair. Just as Finn was about to beg, Saint’s tongue and lips glided up his length and Finn moaned as wet heat wrapped around the cock. Saint was relentless, sucking and swallowing as much of Finn’s length as he could manage while his hands worked at the shaft and tugged at Finn’s sack.

Finn’s body began to tighten and the pressure rose from his balls and into his shaft as Saint released his cock with a loud pop and Finn yelped as everything spun around him and his chest hit the wall. There was a flash of panic before his legs were pushed wide and a loud giggle burst from Finn as he felt soft prickling brush along the cleft of his ass before his mind registered that it was Saint’s beard then he gasped as velvety, slick heat slid between his cheeks. Saint moaned happily as his large hands opened Finn and more wet heat washed over his tender flesh. Saint was possessed. He licked, laved and sucked greedily as Finn’s hands locked around the bannister posts and his face pressed against the wall as he panted and pleaded Saint’s name. Saint ignored Finn as he feasted, his tongue probing and swirling until Finn was nearly mindless.

“I need to fuck you.” The words were heavy, deep and wet against Finn’s skin and a wave of lust rolled through Finn and he felt a gnawing hunger deep in his ass. Teeth dug into his flesh and Finn bit his lip and pulled in a deep breath, trying to clear his brain. He’d never had sex with anyone he hadn’t dated for at least a few weeks. Spontaneous sex with strange men had never been his thing. At least it wasn’t until Saint pushed him against the wall and attacked him. Now, nearly anonymous sex felt very much like Finn’s thing. “I have a rubber,” Saint whispered huskily and Finn’s cock throbbed and his ass tingled in anticipation.

“Ok,” he breathed and his nerves bubbled anxiously and his heart pounded as Saint’s lips brushed back and forth across the globes of Finn’s ass.

The sound of the wrapper ripping made Finn’s palms sweat and his stomach flip. A moment later, Saint’s breath huffed in Finn’s ear as a hand pressed against his chest and locked Finn’s body against Saint’s. The blunt head of Saint’s cock rubbed along the cleft of Finn’s ass and he heard Saint spit. Finn cringed and considered asking Saint to wait while he ran upstairs for the lube he could clearly picture in the bedside table but decided not to ruin the mood. Or give Saint a chance to change his mind.

“It’s been so long, Finn,” Saint rumbled and goosebumps spilled down Finn’s neck and arms. “I won’t be gentle and I don’t think I’ll be able to stop once I start,” he warned. “If you don’t want this, you better tell me now,” Saint said and more heat burst within Finn.
Christ, he’s going to fuck your brains out and he’s going to do it dry,
Finn realized and his sack pulled tight as his nerves ignited.

“I want it,” Finn whispered as he braced himself. He wasn’t certain, but Finn was sure he felt and heard Saint sigh in relief.

Saint’s hand locked around Finn’s hip and the head of his cock slipped between Finn’s cheeks and pressed against his puckered entrance. Finn clenched his jaw and tried to relax and push back as the head slid past the tight ring of his ass. There was overwhelming pressure and stinging as his muscles clenched around Saint. Saint’s lips found Finn’s ear and his breath was hot thunder as he made a soft soothing sound.

“Relax and let me in, Finn,” Saint begged. “You have no idea how bad I need this,” he whispered raggedly. Finn nodded as he exhaled slowly and the muscles that gripped Saint mercilessly relaxed. Saint grunted softly and his head fell forward until his forehead was resting on Finn’s shoulder. “Oh, God. That’s it,” his voice shook as he slowly pressed deeper.

Bright, burning pain and pressure flooded Finn’s passage and rolled through his groin as Saint slowly filled him. He whimpered and Saint made a soft shushing sound as he pressed forward. Finn forced the air in and out of his nose steadily and held tight to the banister above his head. Saint’s groin pressed against Finn’s thighs and a weak moan rattled in Saint’s throat as his lips glided across Finn’s shoulder tenderly as he waited for Finn to relax. Finn kept breathing and let the gentle scratching of Saint’s beard against his skin distract him until it didn’t require as much concentration to keep from hyperventilating. Once the burning backed off, Finn nodded and Saint gasped as he slowly withdrew. Caught between the relaxing of his body as his passage closed behind Saint’s shaft, the receding pain, the intense friction and the faint swirl of pleasure blooming in his ass and groin, Finn held very still. Saint paused when the head was just inside the ring of Finn’s ass.

“Jesus, I hope I don’t hurt you,” Saint murmured and Finn nodded in agreement.

“I appreciate that,” he said then swore loudly as Saint rolled his hips and filled Finn in one swift stroke.

Saint ground hard and Finn’s feet came off the floor as pain and pleasure flared causing Finn to shriek. Saint pulled back and Finn would have melted against him if Saint hadn’t slammed back into him immediately. Finn clenched his jaw to keep from crying out as hot friction rushed through his passage. It was a bright, raw ache but it mingled with the electric tingling in his ass and the heavy pleasure Finn felt as Saint’s cock pressed against everything inside of Finn.
Fuck, he has to be huge,
Finn thought as his neck went limp and his head swung forward and bounced loosely as he took Saint’s pounding thrusts.
I’ve never felt this full and no one’s ever been this deep,
Finn bit his lip as a shiver rushed down his spine. Just as the dry heat was getting too intense, Saint paused, the head of his cock resting inside Finn’s ass, and spit again. When Saint slid forward, the heat was slick and Finn gasped as Saint changed the angle of his thrusts and rode Finn’s prostate. Waves of heavy pleasure rolled through Finn as the sting and burn became exquisite. Saint thrust faster and harder and Finn screamed as lightning rushed from his groin, through his limbs. A large hand covered Finn’s mouth and his eyes bulged as pressure pushed up his shaft and his sack pulled tight. Saint’s body was locked around Finn’s as he filled him with swift, driving strokes and the hand around Finn’s mouth tightened. Finn’s eyes crossed as his body became bright and tight and he sobbed into Saint’s hand. The pressure exploded and ropes of come burst from Finn’s cock and his body arched and shivered in Saint’s arms. Finn felt Saint become stiff behind him as Saint pulled in a long, gasping breath before Finn was crushed against the wall. Saint bucked and writhed against Finn’s back and then froze. Finn felt teeth digging into his shoulder and Saint’s arms wrapped tight around Finn just as Saint began to shake.

Then, it was over. Saint exhaled loudly as his body became limp and he pulled away from Finn slowly. The arms around Finn slid and fell as the hard, hot press of Saint’s body against Finn’s back faded and Saint leaned away. Finn ground his teeth to keep from protesting as his body became cool and weak. They both groaned as Saint pulled out and stumbled back. Finn forced his fingers to open and his shoulders cramped as he lowered his arms and leaned against the wall. He didn’t open his eyes but Finn heard the snap of the condom followed by the bang of the garbage can lid in the kitchen.

“Sure you don’t want that beer?” Finn teased as he rolled so his back was against the wall. His lips pulled into a frown and the warmth and looseness that clung to his limbs and face evaporated as he watched Saint buttoning his jeans.

“No. I can’t stay,” Saint repeated as he bent to pick up the elastic hair band off the floor. He stood and quickly pulled his hair into a tight ponytail, careful to avoid making eye contact with Finn. “I’ll see you around,” he mumbled as he rushed across the room and threw the screen door open. Finn could only stare as Saint hurried down the porch steps and then threw his leg over his bike. A moment later, the motor roared and Saint was flying down the drive and disappeared when the road cut between the trees.