together and sharing kinks and laughs, those were the things he wanted more than anything. And now he’d found the person he could have those things with. Finn.
All roads of thought came back to the young man who’d dominated Jake’s mind and heart from the moment he’d laid eyes on him. Finn, whose talent called to the music in Jake’s blood. Finn, who made his cock and balls throb with lust. Finn, whose natural submission hadn’t been beaten out of him by that bastard who’d made him a slave for five years. Finn, who had made his way inside Jake’s heart with a tentative smile and an expression of utter love and submission on his elfin face.
Jake loved Finn.
Calm acceptance of that fact settled into Jake. His love for the young man who shared his home had nothing to do with dominance and submission although it added another dimension to it. What Jake felt for Finn would never go away and if he wanted any chance to have forever with his ideal man, Jake knew he needed to get his ass home and tell Finn he loved him.
Reaching for his clothes, Jake dressed quickly. The painful, crippling sense of loss he’d experienced in his dream still lingered inside him. He needed to get to Finn right away. After the dream, he didn’t need days away from his submissive to know that he wouldn’t be worth a damn if he lost Finn. And he knew, deep in his heart, that Finn needed him too. If he was honest with himself, he’d admit that Finn had known what they both needed better than Jake had himself.
It was past time for Jake to stop whining about the submissives who hadn’t been right for him. They were his past. Finn had proven himself to be more than perfect for Jake. It had been Jake who’d been stupid and blind, held captive by the painful, bitter bonds of a past he needed to let go of. Now that he had, he needed to get to his submissive. He had weeks of lost time to make up for.
*****
The song filled the studio. Every note sounded perfect. In his mind, Jake could hear it with guitar, drums and bass. He could hear himself singing it. When he opened his eyes, he saw only Finn at the grand piano, his slender fingers moving over the keys with grace and elegance. His white hair flopped over his forehead obscuring part of his face.
Softly, Finn sang, his voice an aching whisper that conveyed his emotions to his Dominant despite his lack of trained ability. The words sunk hot talons into Jake’s soul. The sound of Finn’s pain ripped at Jake’s heart. Everything Finn had bottled up inside him, everything Jake suspected he felt came out in the song.
They say when a door closes a window opens But my heart’s no window frame When you leave it will be still and cold It’ll never open, never be the same And there’s nothing I can say or do Because my only chance for love left with you
Chest aching, throat tight with emotion, Jake approached the piano. Finn didn’t notice him. He appeared to be wrapped up in the song, pouring every bit of himself into it. When he finished, Jake sat down on the piano bench beside him. Finn stiffened, but did not look at his Dominant. He kept his head bowed, his gaze on his hands which still rested on the piano keys.
“It’s beautiful,” Jake said softly. A faint sniffle reached his ears. “I wrote it for you. When you left me at Darkness, Ray said you needed some time to think. I knew then that I was holding you back the same as your father did. He needed you so you stayed. I need you, but I can’t hold you back from your dreams. So I wrote this for you…so you can go,” Finn sniffled again, more audibly this time. “You’ll get a band together and you’ll record this. You’ll make your dreams come true. You’ll be a big rock star. I believe in you.”
Jake could see that Finn believed a lot of things, not all of which were truths. The stiffly held shoulders, the slight tremor of the long fingers, and the occasional sniffle spoke volumes to Jake. His submissive was suffering and he
All roads of thought came back to the young man who’d dominated Jake’s mind and heart from the moment he’d laid eyes on him. Finn, whose talent called to the music in Jake’s blood. Finn, who made his cock and balls throb with lust. Finn, whose natural submission hadn’t been beaten out of him by that bastard who’d made him a slave for five years. Finn, who had made his way inside Jake’s heart with a tentative smile and an expression of utter love and submission on his elfin face.
Jake loved Finn.
Calm acceptance of that fact settled into Jake. His love for the young man who shared his home had nothing to do with dominance and submission although it added another dimension to it. What Jake felt for Finn would never go away and if he wanted any chance to have forever with his ideal man, Jake knew he needed to get his ass home and tell Finn he loved him.
Reaching for his clothes, Jake dressed quickly. The painful, crippling sense of loss he’d experienced in his dream still lingered inside him. He needed to get to Finn right away. After the dream, he didn’t need days away from his submissive to know that he wouldn’t be worth a damn if he lost Finn. And he knew, deep in his heart, that Finn needed him too. If he was honest with himself, he’d admit that Finn had known what they both needed better than Jake had himself.
It was past time for Jake to stop whining about the submissives who hadn’t been right for him. They were his past. Finn had proven himself to be more than perfect for Jake. It had been Jake who’d been stupid and blind, held captive by the painful, bitter bonds of a past he needed to let go of. Now that he had, he needed to get to his submissive. He had weeks of lost time to make up for.
*****
The song filled the studio. Every note sounded perfect. In his mind, Jake could hear it with guitar, drums and bass. He could hear himself singing it. When he opened his eyes, he saw only Finn at the grand piano, his slender fingers moving over the keys with grace and elegance. His white hair flopped over his forehead obscuring part of his face.
Softly, Finn sang, his voice an aching whisper that conveyed his emotions to his Dominant despite his lack of trained ability. The words sunk hot talons into Jake’s soul. The sound of Finn’s pain ripped at Jake’s heart. Everything Finn had bottled up inside him, everything Jake suspected he felt came out in the song.
They say when a door closes a window opens But my heart’s no window frame When you leave it will be still and cold It’ll never open, never be the same And there’s nothing I can say or do Because my only chance for love left with you
Chest aching, throat tight with emotion, Jake approached the piano. Finn didn’t notice him. He appeared to be wrapped up in the song, pouring every bit of himself into it. When he finished, Jake sat down on the piano bench beside him. Finn stiffened, but did not look at his Dominant. He kept his head bowed, his gaze on his hands which still rested on the piano keys.
“It’s beautiful,” Jake said softly. A faint sniffle reached his ears. “I wrote it for you. When you left me at Darkness, Ray said you needed some time to think. I knew then that I was holding you back the same as your father did. He needed you so you stayed. I need you, but I can’t hold you back from your dreams. So I wrote this for you…so you can go,” Finn sniffled again, more audibly this time. “You’ll get a band together and you’ll record this. You’ll make your dreams come true. You’ll be a big rock star. I believe in you.”
Jake could see that Finn believed a lot of things, not all of which were truths. The stiffly held shoulders, the slight tremor of the long fingers, and the occasional sniffle spoke volumes to Jake. His submissive was suffering and he
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