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Thursday, August 16, 2018
Puerto Lobos, México
Finn woke up to an empty bed, feeling a little worried. The bedroom was empty, and he lay there for a few minutes, listening for any sign of his lover. He frowned, hearing nothing that would indicate Sean was anywhere nearby. Sitting up in the bed now he pushes the sheets off of himself, running a hand over his face. He gets to his feet, rubbing the back of his neck as he wanders down the hallway. He follows a streak of light to the bathroom, knocking on the shut door. There was shuffling behind the door, then it clicks open. Sean stands on the other side, looking like he too just woke up.
“Don’t shoot?” Finn jokes with a smile, leaning on the doorframe. Sean huffs, turning back to the mirror. Finn watches as Sean pulls his eye patch off, pushing his hair back and turning on the water in the sink.
“You gonna just… stare?” Sean asks after he finishes washing his face. He turns off the running water and grabs a towel to dry his face with. Finn smiles.
“You’re hot when ya just wake up.” He remarks, coming up behind Sean, who was still standing in front of the sink. Finn meets Sean’s glare in the mirror. “Bedhead’s a good look on you.” Finn has his hands on Sean’s waist, pulling him into a hug from behind. Sean looks down nervously, unable to keep eye contact. Finn kisses the side of Sean's head, humming to himself a bit. “What’s up?” Finn wonders, and Sean shakes his head.
“Last night,” he mumbles.
“Mhm,” Finn nods, still holding onto Sean.
“It was nice.”
“Well, Laddie, I got a lot more where that came from-” Sean goes to put his eye patch back on. “Hey-” He grabs Sean’s hands, making him look up at him in the mirror. “Can I?” He asks softly. Sean turns around to face him. Sean’s heart skipped a beat with Finn’s eyes on him. Finn cups Sean’s face in his hands. He lets his fingers run down Sean’s cheek. Sean watched Finn’s stare as he gently grazed his skin. “Does it ever hurt?”
The question fell from Finn’s lips before he could even register that he was asking it. He looked Sean’s face up and down, hoping he wasn’t talking too much about it. Finn had a bit of a tendency to talk too much and forget to pick up on signals. “Sometimes it gives me migraines.” Sean answers, looking down. He felt incredibly vulnerable to have Finn seeing something he found so unappealing about himself.
Finn could tell that he might’ve fucked up the mood, talking about something that upset him. “We get you one of those fake eyes and you’ll be smokin hot, with the scar n’ all.” he gestures to the scar running from just below his eyebrow to below where his eye would’ve been.
Sean smiles at that remark, “You think?”
Finn throws his hands up, “Hell yeah!” Sean giggles and Finn presses a kiss to his lips. “Super badass.” Sean heads out of the bathroom and back toward his bedroom. Finn follows down the hallway. Once they reach the bedroom door, Sean turns around before opening it. “What?”
Sean couldn’t stop this feeling in his chest. He’d felt butterflies, but this wouldn’t let up. This was some kind of anxious excitement, maybe he was just turned on. He couldn’t stop thinking about last night. The way Finn held onto his hips, the way his hands felt against his skin. He wanted to stop feeling so fucking nervous. He just wasn’t used to this feeling. Turning around to face Finn, his heart swelled. He throws his arms around Finn’s shoulders, pulling him into a hug. Finn chuckles, wrapping his arms around Sean’s waist. Sean buries his face into Finn’s neck, taking a deep breath. It felt safe in his arms, and he smelled sweet, a hint of cologne on his skin. “I love you,” Sean whispers, barely being heard by Finn. He heard it though, and it sent his heart skipping.
“I love you too, Sweetheart.” Finn replies, feeling breathless. Sean pulls away from their embrace, opening the bedroom door and heading back into bed. Finn lays down next to him, heart pounding in his chest.
While this was something that Finn had felt before, there was something different about it this time. It didn’t feel like one good night, or a fling. There was something undoubtedly special about Sean. He was here now, because of that something special. Finn found everything about Sean magnetic. “Last night...:” Sean whispers, laying on his side to look at Finn.
Finn follows, turning to the side and meeting his gaze. “Yes?” Sean reaches out, running his hand along his jawline. Sean had so many things he wanted to say, so many things he wanted to do.
“You were..” he stops, kicking himself for being so awkward. “Hard.”
Finn giggles, pulling Sean in by the waist. That charming smile made Sean feel a bit better about his embarrassment. “Suckin’ dick does that to me sometimes,” Finn jokes, running his hand up and down Sean’s side. “‘Specially when it’s you.”
“I wanted to-” his nervousness gets the best of him, and his words seem to get caught in his throat. Finn was just looking at him with those curious eyes, softly. “Uhm-” Sean’s cut off by Finn pressing his lips against his. Sean melts against him, kissing him back gently. Finn’s hand slips under Sean’s t-shirt, stroking his bare skin. Sean almost moans into Finn’s kiss. His touch was just so soft, sweet. It wasn’t exactly what Sean would have expected from someone like Finn. He pushes against Finn’s chest, parting their kiss. Breathlessly, Sean finishes his sentence, “I wanted to do the same to you, last night.”
Finn looks Sean up and down with heavy eyes. He presses another kiss to Sean’s lips. “Ah, It’s fine, no rush, remember?” Finn’s reassurance just made Sean more eager to push the limits. Sean pulls on Finn’s grey tank top, kissing along his jaw. Finn lets out a shaky breath and the simple sound of it drives Sean wild. The next time Sean pulls back to look at Finn he’s met with a pair of desperate eyes. Finn’s chest rises and falls quickly, he’s very clearly turned on. “Sean.” Finn whispers, almost like a warning. The tone of his voice makes Sean’s cheeks flush pink.
Sean begins to stutter out an apology, “Sorry, I-” Finn groans at that, catching Sean’s lips in his. This time the kiss was more needy, Finn had one hand in Sean’s hair and the other on his hip, pulling him in closer. Sean’s hands were at the nape of Finn’s neck, giving him a bit more control of the kiss. They both get sloppy quickly, each of them pulling on the other in an attempt to get closer. Finn’s first to break the kiss. Holding onto each other, still so close, they both take a moment to catch their breath. Noses pressed against each other, Finn’s lips were so close, his breath tickled Sean’s lips. Mustering up what courage he could, Sean decided, “I wa- I want you.”
Finn hums with a smile, nodding, “Okay.” He presses a soft kiss to Sean’s lips, gently, savoring the feeling. Finn’s the first to sit up and pull off his shirt, tossing it aside. Sean follows, doing the same. Finn watches as he does so, admiring his golden skin. It felt like a privilege for Finn to see Sean like this. It was apparent from the way Sean had been acting that this wasn’t something he did often. Finn leans back against the headboard, taking in every bit of Sean’s body. Sean felt incredibly exposed with Finn’s eyes on him. He wasn’t even naked yet. Sure, he’d been shirtless around people before, plenty of times, but it was about the way that Finn was looking at him. Finn’s eyes were hungry, soaking in every bit of him. Sean sits between Finn’s legs, running his hands down Finn’s tattooed arms. Finn grabs ahold of Sean’s hands, pulling his hands up to his lips. Looking into his eye, Finn presses kisses to Sean’s knuckles. “I love you.” Sean turns red, looking down. Finn’s voice was low, sweet, “You’re so pretty.”
Sean lets go of Finn’s hands, leaning in and kissing at his neck. Finn wraps his arms around Sean, hands in his hair. Slowly, Sean kisses down Finn’s chest, tracing his tattoos with his fingers. This wasn’t extremely sexually charged, it was softer. Intimate. Sean’s hands reach the waistband of Finn’s sweatpants. “Can I?” he asks, meeting Finn’s eyes. Finn nods, rubbing circles into his scalp.
Sean slowly shuffles his sweats down, heart racing. Finn kicks them off, and Sean’s left sitting on his knees, looking down at him. He takes a good look at Finn, who was so easily gorgeous. Admiring the way his chest moved with each breath, his hands caress Finn’s skin. Sean’s heart was racing like crazy. Finn’s hands find their way to Sean’s hips, rubbing circles into the skin. Sean takes a shaky breath, eyeing Finn’s arms; leaning down and kissing his chest, his hands explore his body. Finn was so pretty. He traces along each of Finn’s tattoos, seeing more of them than he knew about.
Then his eye reaches Finn’s boxers, who’s hard on which was quite apparent through the thin fabric. Finn noticed Sean’s apprehension, “You don’t gotta-” Finn’s assurance was cut off by a sharp inhale. Sean’s hands run down Finn’s stomach to his hips. With the softest touch, he holds onto Finn’s erection through his boxers. Finn grits his teeth, letting out a deep breath, hips bucking forward ever so slightly. “Sean..” This time Finn sounded like the nervous one. Sean stops toying with him and lets his hands run over his thighs. He reaches a hefty scar above Finn’s knee. The gunshot.
Sean couldn’t help but be curious, in a sad way, “Were you able to walk after?” he whispers, caressing the skin around the scar. “How bad was it?”
“Bad.” Finn replies, not meeting his eye. “Took me fuckin while. I was in crutches a few months.”
Sean chooses not to take the conversation any further, leaning down and trailing kisses along Finn’s inner thigh. Finn plays with Sean’s messy hair as Sean’s fingers slip under the waistband of his boxers. He inches his boxers down. Sean could hear his heartbeat pounding in his ears, feeling like his chest was closing in on him. Pulling the boxers down, Sean stares down at Finn’s hard on. Sean hardly knew what to do with himself, looking Finn up and down the guy was desperate for him to do something. Everything about Finn was pretty, he could make anything look good, and he did. Of course, he’d be perfect everywhere else too.
Sean wraps a hand around Finn’s dick, pumping his hand up and down slowly. ‘Don’t fuck this up.’ Sean thinks to himself. He lowers himself down, lips grazing the tip of his cock. Finn shivers, feeling Sean’s warm breath against him. Holding onto the shaft with one hand, Sean wraps his lips around the tip of his cock. He lowers his head, letting more of him into his mouth. Finn’s hands grip onto Sean’s dark hair, tugging ever so slightly. Though he wasn’t trying to show it, Finn was incredibly horny. Sean’s mouth felt so fucking good, warm, wet. Sean swirls his tongue round the tip and Finn lets out a moan, covering his face with one arm as he laughs. “Have you ever done this before?”
Sean pulls back, hand twisting up and down Finn’s dick. “I haven’t,” Sean admits, face flushed. “Is it that obvious?” he asks, before kissing down his shaft.
Finn manages another chuckle,“No-oh-” he stops, eyes rolling back as Sean takes him in his mouth again. “Honey, I meant-” Finn swallows hard. “You’re good at it.” Sean continues this for a while, ever so slowly going down on him. Finn felt like the teasing went on forever, but he was relishing in it, touching and grabbing onto any part of Sean that he could.
The next time Sean pulls away he sits up, one hand still on Finn’s erection. Spit dripped from his swollen lips, “I want you closer,” he whispers. Though Sean didn’t sound sure of it himself, it was like music to Finn’s ears. Finn smiles, sitting up and pulling Sean in. He leans in to kiss Sean and hesitantly, he obliges. Finn tugs at Sean’s hair, licking into his mouth. Sean’s hips unintentionally roll forward as Finn’s lips work against his. It felt so fucking good.
Finn pulls away, a string of spit connecting their lips for a moment. Finn laughs, “Do I taste good?” He asks, twirling strands of Sean’s hair. Sean’s eye widens, and he looks down.
“I-” he sputters, not used to answering such crude questions. He scoffs, “I don’t..”
“Well if you’re asking me,” Finn smirks, kissing Sean again. “I’m like candy.” Sean smacks his chest, burying his face in his neck.
“I want you closer.” Sean repeats.
“I can arrange that, My Lover,” Finn mumbles in his Scottish accent, kissing all over Sean’s face. Sean pushes Finn back to look at him. A nervous look graces Sean’s face. Finn smiles softly, “What?”
Sean’s heart felt like it was going to pound out of his chest. Finn was so fucking nice to him. He didn’t have to be. Saying this was beyond embarrassing, but he knew it’d be better if he told him. “I’ve never done it before.” Finn drops his hold on Sean’s face, hands dropping to his shoulders.
Finn grins, “Then, I’m honored, mi amigo.”
“Finn. I’m serious,” Sean’s voice almost falters.
“Never?” he asks again, for confirmation.
“Never.” Sean says, almost in a whisper. His emotions were all over the place. He didn’t know if he was nervous or embarrassed or if he just wanted to cry. The feeling in his chest was getting harder to ignore, and he felt tears prick at his eye. Finn cups Sean’s cheek, pressing a kiss to his other cheek.
“It’s okay,” Finn assures him. “I promise I’ll make it feel good.. If you’ll have me.” Sean swallows his pride, nodding. “Are you sure?” Sean nods again. “When you think about being with each other like this, how is it?”
Sean wanted to answer, as he had plenty of scenarios in his head of how this could play out. He ended up just stuttering out a reply before giving up and huffing, “I-I don’t..” he shakes his head. “That’s a… complex question.”
“Okay,” Finn laughs, his smile cutting the edge off of Sean’s nervousness. “Simpler question then, top or bottom?”
“Uhm-” Sean shakes his head again, “I don’t know, what do you…?”
“Well, I go either way, so…” Finn takes a moment to think, thumb rubbing circles into Sean;s cheek. “How about you let me take the reins for today, then when you’re comfortable we can try it the other way ‘round?” Sean takes a shaky breath, nodding. Finn gestures for Sean to lay down, and he does. “One thing.” He says, leaning over him. Finn runs a hand down his chest. “You gotta relax, man.”
Sean nods, “I’m- trying..”
“Don’t think about it,” Finn whispers, pressing a kiss to his lips. Sean nods, kissing him back. “Just focus on how it feels. Focus on me.”
“Okay.” This time Finn’s the one to caress Sean’s skin, reveling in the beauty before him. Finn had been frankly obsessed with the idea of getting this chance with Sean. If he had it his way he’d bend Sean over the edge of the bed and pound into him until the pair of them are sweaty shaking messes. Knowing what he did about Sean, it’d probably be a while until they get to that point. Surely, things were much faster in his head, but he was willing to do anything to make Sean feel comfortable. Not that he minded the pace of what was happening before him. Finn runs his hands down to Sean’s boxers, tugging on the waistband. Sean stops him, grabbing his wrists. “Just- Give me a second.”
Finn nods, leaning in and kissing Sean’s lips. Sean kisses back, wrapping his arms around Finn’s slender figure. Finn separates their lips, kissing along his jaw to his neck. He drags his lips along Sean’s skin, feeling his racing heartbeat under his lips. He places a hand on Sean’s heart, leaning back to look at him. “You don’t gotta do this if you aren’t ready, Sweetheart.”
“I am.” Sean promises. “I’m just nervous.”
Giving Sean a once over, he shakes his head, “Don’t be.” His eyes were sympathetic, he gave him a kiss on the cheek.
“It’s uh- an excited nervous.” Sean wasn’t exactly lying when he said that. Sure, those were two emotions he was feeling, but it was a lot more complicated than that. His head was spinning. If he was honest, having Finn look at him the way he was, it was intimidating. Sean wasn’t exactly comfortable in his own skin, much less his sexuality. It’s not like he had much experience with either. There really was only one way to gain said experience. “I’m good.”
Finn looks skeptical, kissing Sean once more. “If you say so…” he mumbles, kissing down Sean’s body. He sits himself between Sean’s legs, fiddling with the fabric of Sean’s boxers between his fingers. “Just let me know if ya, ya know, need a minute..” he requests, hoping he’s done his best to make Sean comfortable. Sean nods and Finn kisses his erection over the boxers. His hands slide across Sean’s thighs, kissing the tender skin softly. Every kiss sent sparks through Sean’s body. He holds onto Finn’s upper arms as Finn pulls the boxers down. “Fuck,” Finn hums, eyes filled to the brim with lust. He wraps his tattooed hand around Sean’s cock, licking up the shaft. Sean lets out a breath, relaxing against his touch. Finn wraps his lips around Sean, head bobbing ever so slightly.
A moan escapes Sean’s lips and he bites down on his bottom lip, gripping Finn’s arm. Finn looks up, noticing Sean’s tension, their eyes meet. “Oh shit,” the words come out of his mouth before he can think to shut up. He nearly moaned it. Something about Finn’s eyes on him while he sucked him off made it so much more intimate. Each time he bobs his head, he takes more of him into his mouth. Finn’s mouth was so warm, so wet. Finn swirled his tongue as he went down on him, twisting his hand up as he did. “Shit-” Sean hisses, rolling his head back in pleasure. Finn pulls back, stroking Sean’s cock up and down, rolling his thumb over the tip. An unexpected whine comes from Sean, whose nails dig into Finn’s bicep. Finn keeps his hand there, leaning over Sean to give him a kiss.
As he pulls away he leans over the edge of the bed, pulling over his backpack. Sean watches, confused, as Finn rummages through the bag. He tosses Sean a small bottle, then pulls out a small box of condoms. Sean gives him a look and Finn laughs, “I come prepared.” Sean scoffs, then ends up giggling to himself. “I was hopeful,” Finn excuses, grabbing the bottle from Sean’s hands.
Sean watches Finn pop the cap of the bottle, squirting some onto his fingers. “Confident?” Sean teases as Finn tucks the bottle into the pillow under his head.
Finn pushes Sean’s legs open wider. “We’re here, aren’t we?” He retorts, pressing two fingers to Sean’s ass. Sean doesn’t reply, stifling a whine into his hand. “Cold?” he asks and Sean nods. He uses his free hand to grab ahold of Sean’s hip. Up.” he instructs, scooting Sean’s hips up. Sean does as he says, getting even closer to the other man. “There you go,” Finn hums, circling his fingers against Sean’s entrance. He does this a few times, until Sean visibly relaxes, watching his every move. Finn gradually presses his middle finger into him, his other hand rubbing circles into Sean’s thigh. “You ever done this to yourself before?” Finn’s voice was low, loving. Sean nods, resisting the urge to roll his hips against Finn’s hand. Finn pushes his finger in and out of Sean, adding a second. “How many? Two? Three?” he asks softly, watching as Sean’s composure unravels in front of him.
“Two.” Sean’s voice came out more desperate than he had expected it to. Finn works at a slow rhythm, curling his fingers up as he pushes them into Sean. Sean couldn’t take his eyes off of Finn, arm flexing as he twisted his hand. Finn leaned over him, holding himself up with his other arm. His hair fell forward into his face, he looked so… “guapo,” Sean whispers, eye falling shut as he melts against Finn’s hand.
Finn looks up, “Hm?”
“N-Nothing,” Sean turns a shade of pink, pulling Finn in by the back of the neck. “Kiss me.” Finn blinks back at Sean, taken aback by his sudden forwardness. Irregardlessly, he obliges, pressing his lips to Sean’s. The feeling of Finn’s lips on his combines with his fingers working inside of him. It all felt so good, Sean groaned into the kiss, pulling Finn even closer. Finn leans back a bit, finding it hard to move his hand from this angle. With Sean rolling his hips against his hand, Finn thought it best if he added another finger. Sean stopped the squirming, letting out a muffled whine. “Ah-” he hisses as Finn stretches him out. Finn presses a kiss to his chest, using his free hand to brush against his stomach. “Mmm..” Sean nods an encouragement, holding onto Finn’s free wrist. Finn’s hard on ached watching Sean squirm against his hand. The longer this went on the less Sean worried about what he was sounding like, or what he looked like, or anything, really. He let the feeling take over, grinding himself down. Finn’s fingers tease him open, the subtle sting only turning Sean on more.
Finn continues this a bit longer until Sean seems comfortable again. Taking his fingers out of Sean, he sits back a little bit. Sean sits up to face Finn, cupping his face in his hands and giving him a kiss. Finn giggles, tackling Sean to the bed. He buries his face into Sean’s neck, making him yelp as he bites the skin playfully. “You ready?” Finn asks as he meets Sean’s eye, wrapping his hands around his lover’s erection.
“Mm, I-” Sean catches his breath, trying to process what he was just asked. “Yeah.” Finn tilts his head quizzically, looking him up and down. He leans down and presses the softest kiss to his lips.
“Hand me the box, Honey,” Finn asks, caressing Sean’s body. Sean’s hands wander the bed looking for the box that was tossed to the side. He grabs it from the side of his head, gesturing for Finn to take it. Finn smiles at Sean’s awkwardness, opening the box and pulling a condom out. Sean watches attentively as he pulls it out of the wrapper, rolling it onto his erection. He couldn’t help but stare. “The lube,” Finn asks. “Under the pillow.” Sean hands him the bottle and once again watches as he gets some on his hand, stroking it into his own cock. “You sure like watching,” Finn remarks quietly, inching himself closer between Sean’s legs. Sean blushes with embarrassment, covering his face with his hands. “Don’t be shy, Sugar. I like it,” Finn’s voice was sensual. He chuckles, aligning the tip of his cock to Sean’s ass. He methodically pushes the tip in as slowly as he can, biting his lip. “Goddamn, Sean,” he grunts, pulling back. Sean was clearly way too tense for this to work. “Relax,” Finn reassures him, hands feeling up and down his body. “Breathe n’ just focus on my touch.”
“Okay.” Sean says, voice coming out strained. Finn continues to touch his skin, again pressing himself to Sean’s entrance. Sean took a shaky breath as Finn pushes inside him, slow. Finn teases the tip of his cock against him, pushing in slightly then pulling back out. Sean’s labored breathing becomes noisier, desperate. Finn holds onto Sean’s hips with both hands, sliding into him halfway. The pleasure lasts a moment before it begins to sting. Sean whinces, tensing up “Fuck, that hurts.”
Finn presses a palm to Sean’s stomach. He takes a deep breath, “Okay, you gotta stay relaxed or else it’s gonna hurt for the both of us.” Sean nods, grabbing onto Finn’s hand. Finn holds onto Sean’s hand, not moving his hips yet. “Baby, it’s gonna hurt before it feels good.” Sean’s hands were shaking. He almost looked scared. “Hey-” he holds up Sean’s hand in his, kissing the back of Sean’s hand. “Hey, I’ve got you. You trust me?”
“Yes.” Sean takes another deep breath, nodding. “Hold me?” Finn smiles kindly, leaning over Sean, still holding onto his hand. Sean leans in for a kiss and Finn rolls his hips forward. They both shudder at the feeling and Finn nips at Sean’s bottom lip. Sean whines as Finn pushes into him, squeezing his hand. It felt like hell, but he wanted it so bad. “Tell me it gets better,” Sean asks breathlessly into Finn’s ear, who laughs a little.
“It does, Sweetie,” he murmurs, kissing Sean’s cheek. He pushes into Sean a few times, trying to gauge how his lover was feeling. Sean’s free hand was in Finn’s hair, scratching at his scalp. His breathing turned into a pant as Finn’s gentle thrusts turned into an achingly slow rhythm. Finn had yet to let his guard down, wanting to make sure Sean was okay before he lost his composure. He’d never been this cautious with someone before, he just really didn’t want to fuck it all up. Sean’s tension soon fades and his wincing turns into whining like he wants more. Finn tries to calm his own racing heartbeat, squeezing Sean’s hand, “Not so bad, hm?”
Sean had his eye closed, features contorted in a mix of anxiety and pure pleasure. Finn’s voice was always a part of the sell, the southern tone, the sweet raspiness.. But this time it felt different. It felt sexy. Sean could feel his hips buck forward at the sound of it. Finn kept that leisure pace, carefully pushing into him. As good as it was starting to feel, Sean began to itch for more, letting go of Finn’s hand and wrapping his arms around him. He let out a groan, grinding against Finn’s hips. “More-” Sean pleads, causing Finn to, internally, lose his cool. He thrusts his hips against Sean’s harder, still keeping the same pace. “Fuck-”
Finn pulls back from Sean’s grasp, sitting up on his knees. “You okay?” he asks, holding onto Sean’s hips with both hands.
“Yes-” Sean chokes out hurriedly, hands gripping Finn’s hips. “Keep doing that.” His eyes were glued to Finn’s hips as they crashed into his. The feeling was intense as hell, every stroke sending waves of pleasure through his body. The energy between them was electric, every touch, no matter how soft, it was so hot. Finn felt that same overwhelming feeling, trying to steady himself enough not to lose it and come prematurely. Sean was just so pretty sprawled out on the bed like that, softly moaning for more. Digging his fingers into Sean’s hips, he rolls his hips up. “Oh fuck-” That movement sent a wave of heat up Sean’s stomach, unlike anything he’d ever felt before. “Fuck-” Finn does the same thing once again, and Sean’s legs quiver. “Finn,” He begins, cut off by another thrust to the same spot. He moans desperately, covering his face with his arm.
“Hm-” Finn grunts, trying his best not to get sloppy. “Hmm?” Sean shudders, pushing his hips up against Finn’s. Finn slows, running his hands up Sean’s body. “Does it feel good, Honey?” Sean’s head was all over the place. He felt high off this feeling. Hardly comprehending what Finn said, he just ends up moaning in reply, which turns into a laugh, mainly at himself. Finn looks down at his lover with a warm smile, “Oh you’re all kind’s a fucked up,” Finn laughs, allowing himself to relax for a moment, despite how insanely turned on he was.
Sean wraps his arms around his shoulders, “Mmm- Cmhere-” he mumbles. Finn leans down, holding up himself with his arms. He closes the gap between them, kissing him passionately. Sean smiles into the kiss, pulling him even closer.
“You want more?” Finn whispers in between kissing.
“Mhm,” Sean nods and Finn obliges, thrusting into him. Each stroke was long, all the way in, all the way out. Each time he entered Sean, it sent sparks through him. Sean was a mess by the third stroke, whining and pleading for more. “Finn, Finn please-” he pants into Finn’s ear, causing Finn to sit up on his heels, pounding into him harder. “Fuck- Eso es muy bueno, Finn, fuck”
“Baby-” Finn grunts, rolling his neck as he continues to push into Sean. “Keep talking.”
Sean’s whole body heats up, the pleasure beginning to really get to him. “Me gusta mucho. Finn-” his words are cut off by a series of moans and cries for more. Finn leans down and wraps his arms around Sean, hips bucking up into him, harder now.
“I love the way you sound,” Finn’s voice was like a low growl in Sean’s ear. His whole body moved against Finn’s as he fucked him. “You like that?”
“Si-” his voice gets caught in his throat as he whimpers. “Yes, Finn-” Hearing Sean’s cries only made him want to pound into him harder, but he tried gathering himself. Sean had never felt so good in his life, holding onto Finn’s arm like a lifeline. He watched as Finn’s movements got sloppier, relishing in the bliss that came with it. He’d never wanted someone more in his whole life. At this point he was saying whatever came to his mind, he definitely wasn't thinking before speaking, there was no room for that. “Soy todo tuyo, Finn.” Hearing Sean plead for him like that was beginning to be too much. If he kept that up Finn was sure to come. He digs his nails into Sean’s hips, using the last of his willpower to pull out of him. Sean definitely didn’t want Finn to stop, pulling on his arms and pleading. “Wh- Why, what?”
Finn’s chest rises and falls dramatically. “Honey-” he pants, loosening his grip on Sean. “I was gonna co-come, n’ I don’t wanna do that yet.” Finn was seriously out of breath, and his head was spinning. He falls back against the bed, and Sean sits up, looking down at him. Finn’s cheeks were tinted pink, as was most of the rest of him at this point. Sean crawls over him, straddling his hips. “Sean-” Finn begins a retort, cut off at the feeling of Sean’s lips against his neck. “Mmm- Sweetheart, my necks-” he stops, shuddering as Sean sucks on his skin. “Oh-” He takes a shaky breath. “Sensitive.” Sean hums in reply, nipping at that same spot. Finn hisses at the sting, tugging on Sean’s nappy hair. “Ah-” Sean pulls back for a moment, breath cool against his neck. He smiles as he sees a hickey begin to form. “Sean.” Finn says again as Sean’s lips tug on that same spot again. “Se- Sean,” he stutters, pulling harder on Sean’s hair. Sean lets up, satisfied with the mark he’s made. Finn looks at him with wide eyes, “Fuck,” he says, shocked. “What the fuck.”
“It’s-” he sits up, still straddling Finn’s hips. “It’s just a hickey.”
“And I’m-” he looks Sean up and down. “....Sensitive.” he said that like he wasn’t even sure if he should be shocked at that. The sudden forwardness from Sean wasn’t something Finn was expecting. Much less for him to mark him up like that. It’s silent for a moment, as Sean isn’t quite sure if he should be apologizing for something that Finn seemingly enjoyed. “You wanna give me another?”
“Uhm-” This time Sean’s the one caught off guard, looking down as his face flushes. “Yeah.” This time Finn tilts his head to the side and Sean leans in, lips finding another spot to suck. Sean’s hands run over Finn’s messy dreads as he nips and tugs at his skin. Finn tries to keep his whining to a minimum, arms wrapped around Sean’s waist.
Once he’s sure he’d left a mark, he presses soft kisses all over Finn’s neck. “Mmph-” Finn muffles his own moaning by biting down on his hand. “I’mma find out what gets you off ‘n tease you like this, one of these days.” Sean stops messing with him, sitting up, hands on Finn’s chest. The thought of that happening only made Sean hornier. “You wanna sit on it?” Finn asks, hands gripping Sean’s thighs.
Looking down, Sean realizes the position he’s put himself in. He meets Finn’s gaze, nodding. “I’m not gonna be good at this.” he mumbles as he props himself up. Finn grabs ahold of his own dick, pushing it up to Sean’s ass. Sean begins to sit, slowly.
“Mhmm.. You don’t have to be good at it, Sean.” Finn assures Sean as he lowers himself onto Finn’s cock. Finn didn’t even need to worry about it, it already felt amazing. Sean’s breathing hitches and he holds himself up with both hands on Finn’s chest. Finn’s hands find their way to Sean’s ass, groping him. “You just do what feels good.”
“What feels good..” Sean repeats to himself, lifting himself up and sinking back down. Finn lets go of Sean, giving him a chance to move how he wants. Hands behind his head, he watches as Sean works himself up and down. He bites his lip, watching Sean’s body move against his. “Is this-?”
“Honey, it’s good.” Finn nods, flashing Sean a soft smile. “You just make yourself feel good.”
Hearing that makes Sean’s whole body heat up. The way Finn’s voice rolls off those plush lips, Sean could drive himself wild if he thought about it too much. Then again, that’s what Finn wanted, for him to make himself feel good. He bounces himself against Finn’s cock, before finding that grinding his hips up was a whole other kind of pleasing. He groans, leaning forward as he bucks his hips forward. “Oh fuck-” he pauses, catching his breath. That felt unbelievably good.
“That’s it..” Finn praises, hands running up Sean’s thighs. Sean’s cock was aching to be touched, that Finn could tell with one look. He wraps a fist around Sean’s erection, causing him to yelp. “Keep going.” Sean glances up at Finn, unsure. “Keep going, Sweetie.” Sean whines at that, grinding his hips down once more. Finn pumps his fist along Sean’s erection, causing him to buck his hips forward faster.
“Maldito loco-” Sean mutters something in Spanish that definitely felt like an insult to Finn. Finn laughs a little, holding Sean’s hips until he slows down. Sean shakes against Finn’s touch, the grip on his cock making him leak precum. “What are you doing !?” Sean hisses, eye wide as he looks down at Finn.
Finn bites back a mischievous smile. “Payback, My Lover.”
“Oh this isn’t even close to what I was doing to you-” he’s cut off by his own moaning as Finn strokes him once more. Rolling his hips against Finn’s, he smacks his hands away from his erection. “Don’t make me come yet.” He avoided eye contact, still feeling shy to say things like that. Finn obliges, putting his hands behind his head once more. Sean leans back, pushing himself down against Finn, holding himself up with his hands on Finn’s thighs. His head falls back as he rolls his hips in circles, then back and forth.
Finn couldn’t help but admire him, losing that cautious, shy demeanor. Sean looked so fucking hot getting himself off on his cock. “You’re so pretty, Sean,” Finn groans as Sean begins to bounce up and down slightly. Sean found it much easier to let go of his insecurities once he was already in the act. He wasn’t thinking about all the things he usually worried about, he was overcome with pleasure. Sean was the one to get messy, holding Finn’s face in his hands and bobbing himself up and down. For once, their eyes meet and Sean doesn’t feel the need to look away. “Honey,” Finn’s hands wrap around Sean’s wrists, thrusting his hips up slightly. Sean nods, grinding his hips faster. “That- that’s gonna make me come-” Finn warns. Sean’s hands run through Finn’s dreads, tugging on his hair. Finn inhales sharply, “Sean.”
“I heard you,” Sean groans, picking up the pace. Finn sputters an attempted response, ending up in a fit of moans. He grabs ahold of Sean’s sides, moving his hips. Everytime Sean grinded down on him, he felt the pleasure building up inside him. God, he was so close to that high and Sean wasn’t stopping.
“S-S- fuck- Sean-” He chokes out as Sean’s body slams into his. “F-Fuck-” He groans, eyes rolling back in his head. “Sean-” He had no intention of stopping, that much was clear. Hands on either side of Finn’s head, he grinds down on him, leaving no room for Finn to thrust into him, not that he’d be able to with how filthy it all was. “Hon- Fuck I’m cumming-” he grunts out, holding Sean’s hips down. Sean continues to grind on him, Finn loses the last bits of his composure, turning into a moaning mess. His hips shake as he reaches that high, finally releasing. Coming down from his orgasm, Sean had yet to let up his sliding up and down Finn’s now highly sensitive cock. “Ah-ah-Sean-” Finn’s hands run down Sean’s thighs as he speaks. “Ah- Honey, Honey it’s really sensitive.” As he spoke he bucked his own hips up into Sean. It was raw, the pleasure being almost too much, but not enough to want to stop.
Sean meets Finn’s eyes, who looked incredibly needy. “Do you want me to stop?” he asks quietly, heavy breathing being the only sound between them for a moment. The air felt like it was buzzing, both of them wanting more.
“No, no, I think I-” Finn pants. “I can go again.” Sean nods, leaning down and pressing a kiss to Finn’s lips. “Let me get on top.” Sean nods again, getting off of him and laying down on his back.
Finn sits up after a moment, getting in between Sean’s open legs. He pulls off the now used condom, tossing it into the bin. He goes to grab another one when Sean stops him, grabbing his arm. “Don’t bother.”
“Are-” He stops, meeting his eye. “Are ya sure?”
“It’s fine,” Sean dismisses, handing him the bottle of lube. “Just-” he nods, and Finn shrugs to himself, lubing up his cock and pressing it to his entrance.
“Your turn to come,” Finn mumbles, pushing into Sean. Sean grabs a fistful of the bedsheets, groaning through gritted teeth. “And I’m gonna do this-” he thrusts into Sean harshly, making him shriek, covering his mouth with his hand. “‘Til ya do.”
“I’m sorry it’s taking a while-” Sean moans, “to get me there.”
Finn huffs, leaning over Sean and cupping his cheek with one hand. “Oh, Sweetie,” he coos, pounding him harder just to get a reaction out of him; which he does. Sean’s legs shake and he props himself on his elbows. Sean captures his lips in Finn’s sloppily. Sean’s tongue slides over Finn’s needily, and he kisses him harder. “I...” Finn starts, slamming into him and staying there for a moment. “Am enjoying…” he thrusts into Sean again, causing his head to snap back as he cries out. “Every…” he slams into that same spot. Sean quivers, moaning and whining desperately. “Damn…” Finn does it again. “Minute…” and again. “Of this.”
“I-I can’t-” Sean shakes his head, whole body buzzing. He wasn’t quite sure what he wanted, and he had absolutely no time or space to figure it out at this moment. “I don’t-”
Finn stops the relentless pounding, continuing gentler this time. “Can’t what, Honey?”
The sound of Finn’s voice continues to drive him mad. “Se siente demasiado bien-” he whines as Finn’s thrusts turn into a slow, soft grind. Sean grinds his hips up needily. “No- No puedo tener suficiente de ti, cariño, te necesito tanto.”
“Sweetie-” Finn starts, sputtering. “I don’t-”
Sean holds onto Finn’s hips urging him to fuck him harder. “Ámame más duro.” he pants, grabbing Finn by the hips and pulling closer. “Joderme, I need you, Finn.”
Finn absolutely had no clue what Sean was going on about, but whatever it was, it sounded sexy as fuck coming out of his mouth. Finn looks down at Sean, jaw going slack as he searches for something to say. Sean’s head was down as he pants, still bucking his hips up. Based on all the context clues Finn could gather, Sean wanted more. “I- Yeah, I gotcha,” Finn fumbles to get a good hold on Sean’s body, fucking up into him. Sean practically turns into jelly in his arms, shaking. Finn picks him up a little, scooting him up the bed. Angling Sean’s hips up, Finn finds it easier to slide in and out of him. Finn holds Sean by the back of his thighs, easily finding that sweet spot that makes Sean squirm. “Uh- Oh baby-” his words get caught in his throat as he continues to pound into Sean. Feeling Sean’s muscles tighten up around him, he groans.
The feeling Sean was experiencing was indescribable. The adrenaline was unbelievable. It felt like falling, like being held so tight you can hardly breathe. His whole body was hypersensitive, falling into any touch from Finn. Every thrust felt better than the last, the tip of Finn’s cock hitting his prostate over and over. The pleasure hit him in waves that soared over his skin, the shaking was an after effect that he couldn’t control. “You’re so-” Sean begins, words coming out strained. “I need-” He whines. “Uh, God-” Finn’s rhythm was unimaginably hot, and hard. Sean couldn’t get out a sentence, much less a thought in his own head.
Finn could tell Sean was getting extremely worked up, hell, he was too. Letting go of his hold on Sean’s thighs, he caresses his chest and stomach. His pace gets much messier with less control over how Sean’s hips move. “Stroke your cock, Honey,” Finn requests, relaxing the speed at which he fucks into Sean. Sean runs a hand down his own body, wrapping his hand around his hard on. “There you go..” Finn comforts him delicately, leaning down to kiss him. Sean’s kiss is chaotic, open mouthed as he moans into Finn’s mouth. “Keep goin’.” Finn whispers, clutching onto Sean’s sides. Sean shakes his head in a fit of moans, squirming against Finn.
“I-I- can’t.” Sean manages to say, red in the face. Finn caves, letting Sean’s hand fall away. He uses his own hand to stroke Sean’s cock at the same pace that he fucks him. “God-” Sean moans, the sound guttural as he shudders. This only makes Finn want to fuck him harder, to get him there.
Their bodies crash against each other in a filthy mess, the two of them slick with sweat and panting. Finn’s grip on Sean’s dick was unsteady, hand being covered in lube and precum. It was that slippery madness that had Sean nearly tipping over the edge. With every moan from Finn, Sean felt like he was going out of his mind. “You’re taking it so good, Sweetie,” Finn mutters lowly, slowing the pace, but fucking into him harder. “You feel like heaven,” he praises, hand pumping Sean’s throbbing erection. Every word out of Finn’s mouth made him that much closer. It all felt so good, each sound out of Finn’s mouth physically did something to him. Sean eyed Finn as he thrusted into him. His long dreads bounce against his face. Slight abs on his stomach peek through his skin as he drills into him. Every single thing about Finn felt so incredibly sexy.
“Too- too much-” Sean’s words stumble as he squirms, trying to pull back from Finn’s touch. Finn holds him close with one hand on his hip. “Finn-”
He looks up at Sean, stopping for a moment. His heart pounds so loud his ears ring. “Ya don’t want me to stop, do you?” he pants, continuing to jerk Sean off.
“Nuh-uh.” Sean mumbles, shaking his head frantically as Finn continues.
“I can tell you love it,” Finn mutters, getting back to the rhythm he had before. “And you’re gonna cum, Honey,” he murmurs, sending Sean’s eye rolling in the back of his head as he moans. He covers his mouth with his hand out of instinct. “I wanna hear you,” Finn demands, aiming his thrusts up. Sean’s hand slams onto the bed as he lets out a pleading cry. God, that was the fucking spot. “I know, baby,” Finn urges, watching Sean writhe beneath him. “Go on..” he presses as Sean tenses up, whole body struggling against him. “Come on-” Finn’s voice was raspy at this point, downright dirty as he neared his own orgasm. “Come on-” The sound of Finn’s voice, his moans, the sound of their bodies slamming into each other, it all sent Sean over the edge. Sean bucks his hips up, crying out as he reaches his orgasm. “Good-” Finn groans, watching Sean reach that high. “Good boy.” Finn fucks him through his orgasm, getting messy as he feels himself getting there.
“Holy shit-” Sean whines, nearly sobbing as Finn continues to fuck him. “Fuck- kiss me.” Finn leans in, long thrusts turning into him rolling into Sean. He kisses Sean, hardly being able to kiss back through the mind melting pleasure. Hearing Sean’s needy whines was driving him nuts. Finn looks Sean in the eye, before screwing his eyes shut as he pushes in and out of him. In Sean’s post orgasm high, he admired every bit of Finn as he continued to fuck him. “I love you.” he whispers and Finn falls forward, bucking his hips and moaning wildly.
Cumming harder than before, Finn couldn’t stop his running mouth, “Oh my god, Sean, fuck I love you too. I love you. God-” Sean giggles as Finn’s movements come to a stop, but his talking doesn’t. “You are fuckin’ incredible, Sean. Holy mother fucker, you’re so hot. I can’t believe-”
“Finn.” Sean whispers, still laughing to himself a little. “Breathe.” Finn takes the hint, shutting his mouth and taking a deep breath.
The two lay there, heavy breathing and trying to calm their pounding hearts. Sean felt dizzy. This kind of post orgasm high doesn’t happen every day, especially one so incredibly life-changingly hot. His whole body was buzzing, and the feeling of Finn’s skin against his felt like heaven on earth. Allowing himself to think about what just happened just made his face flush with embarrassment. The worries he went into this with came flooding back. Finn was kind, and overwhelmingly understanding, that type of treatment was something that still felt forgien. Finn’s breathing became steadier as the two began to come back to reality; Finn propped himself up with one arm, his other hand tangled in Sean’s shaggy hair. He ran his fingers through Sean’s hair, kissing his forehead. “I- Uh, got a tendency to run my mouth,” Finn admits softly, chuckling a little.
Sean looks up at Finn, feeling his stomach flip at the way he looked at him. He didn’t know how to react when someone showed him that kind of affection. Even at the camp last year, everyone was so close with each other. They hung onto each other like it was nothing. He’d only ever gotten hugs from family for the most part, and Lyla, but she was a different story. She might as well have been family. Everyone at the camp in California was so open, and sure, being with them for those few months helped him feel like being himself wasn’t such a bad thing, but even still it was outside of his comfort zone. That whole situation was out of his comfort zone. He was used to the way things were, before everything went to shit. Nowadays nothing ever had structure, he never knew what was going to happen. Sean’s pulled from his thoughts as Finn’s hand runs across his cheek.
“Y'alright, Honey?” Sean closes his eye, taking a deep breath to stop his heart racing. Finn kisses Sean’s cheek, the cold metal of his septum piercing grazing his skin. Sean nods. He found it much easier to ignore his own insecurities when he was too horny to worry about them. There wasn’t much space to be concerned about being awkward when Finn’s hands were all over him. Finn was so reassuring, promising he’d take care of Sean if he’d just got out of his own head. It was so easy to fall for him when he talked like that. But after it was all over, Sean couldn’t help but let all those anxieties come back. “What’s wrong, Sean?”
Sean covers his face with his arms, feeling his face heat up. He felt the shame welling up in his chest. “I sounded like such a girl.” Finn’s hands pry at Sean’s arms, trying to get a good look at him. “Finn-”
Finn pulls Sean in closer, pressing his lips to Sean’s neck. “Nuh uh, man,” his voice was muffled, breath hot on Sean’s skin. Sean feels a lump in his throat as his heart continues to race. “That shit was music to my ears.” Sean swallows hard, arms wrapped around Finn. Finn pulls back to look Sean in the eye. “Seriously hot stuff.”
Sean laughs a little under his breath, shaking his head in disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am-” Finn starts, sitting up as his cell phone begins to buzz on the nightstand. He leans over Sean, picking up the phone. He gives Sean a smile, “Deadly.” He looks down at the phone, then back toward his lover. He ignores the call, leaning in to kiss him again.
The phone buzzes again, and the both of them sigh. “Give me a minute.” He mutters, picking up the call. Finn puts on his best Scottish accent, “McNamara Abortion Clinic, if ye need us, we yeetus the fetus. How may I help ya?” Sean stifles a laugh into his hand, snickering. Finn smiles at that, shoving Sean by pushing his shoulder. Sean playfully smacks Finn’s hand away.
“You’re disgusting, Finn.” Cassidy’s voice comes through from the other line. “You said you gave this number to Sean’s family?” Finn mumbles an acknowledgement. “What if it was his fuckin grandparents?”
Finn and Sean exchange glances, and Finn’s eyes widen at her condescending tone. They both hide a bit of laughter as Finn grabs a tissue from the nightstand and tosses it at Sean. Trying to argue with Finn about acting immature was pretty much a pointless battle. “Aye, den that’s one way I’ll be meetin’ the in-laws.” Finn’s goofy tone makes Sean cover his face with his hands, blushing.
Cassidy quickly ignores Finn’s stupid remark. “Did you make it to México?” Cass’ sweet tone changed, she seemed worried, and not in the mood for Finn’s shit.
“Sure did,” Finn begins, trying to keep the conversation casual. Sean’s cheeks heat up as Finn smiles at him. He cleans himself up as best he can with a tissue, sitting up in the bed. Sean didn’t want to sit and eavesdrop on their conversation, although he was sure Finn would let him.
Cassidy was clearly upset. “I think it’s funny ya only contact me when you’re looking for him.” Sean tries to act like he wasn’t fully listening to their conversation. He searches the bedsheets for his t-shirt as the two speak.
Finn lays back in the bed, watching Sean gather his things. “Really? Cuz far as I remember you wrote me in the hospital telling me I was a massive fuck up n’ that you never wanted to talk to me again.” Sean pulls on his shirt and turns to look at Finn, who’s smile has now turned into a frown. “Cass, you’re family. I know I fucked up-”
Cassidy cuts him off, “You tore apart a good thing, Finn.” Finn meets Sean’s gaze, eyes sad. “For some city boy you barely knew.”
Hearing Cassidy say that struck a chord in Sean’s chest. It hurt. He thought they’d at least become friends before everything happened. Finn seemed to pick up on the fact that Sean was listening in. “Don’t say shit like that.” He says. “You know he was just as much a part of the family as the rest of us.”
“I’m mad at you, Finn.” Cassidy mutters honestly. Sean shuffles on his boxers, glancing back at Finn before heading to the bathroom. He didn’t want to hear any more of the conversation. He’d rather hide out on the toilet until they were done.
“I know.” Finn replies, scratching the back of his neck. “I deserve it.”
Cassidy scoffs, “You do. But truth is, I don’t wanna burn this bridge. You’re an idiot. But I love ya.” Finn is about to reply before she speaks again. “And I hate that you put Daniel and Sean in danger like that, and yourself. I don’t know what I’d’ve done if any of you died.”
Finn feels the regret wash over him, wanting to sink inside himself and never have to face the world again. “I regret it every day.” He mutters, almost in a whisper. “Every. Day.”
“I’m sure you do.” This time Cassidy seemed to be sympathetic. She could come off harsh sometimes, but Finn needed a little tough love from her once in a while. Especially after a fuck up like that. “Hey listen I’mma run outta quarters eventually, so, don’t be a stranger, Finn.” The sound of cars passing and wind would only cause one to assume she’s calling from a payphone. “Please.”
Finn nods, “I won’t, Darlin’ you know me.”
There’s a decent amount of silence between them before Cassidy speaks again. Finn missed being around Cass, Hannah, everyone. He felt like he couldn’t reach out, he was too worried that everyone would just tell him off. Him and Cassidy had been inseparable on the road, it’d been like that for a long time. Getting locked up again felt like a step in the complete wrong direction. He was down on himself for a long time, never getting a letter from anyone after he left the hospital. It wasn’t exactly easy on him. “How’s Sean?” Cassidy asks, breaking the quiet on the line
“Things’ve been tough on him, man,” He begins, running a hand over his face. Finn tried not to show it, but he was worried about nearly everything. He didn’t know what the hell he was doing. “I don’t know. I’m doin what I can.”
“Take care of him.” Cassidy takes a deep breath. “The guy's heart is too big for his own good.”
Finn chuckles, “You’re tellin’ me.”
“I gotta go, Finn.” Cassidy mutters into the phone, dial tone clicking before Finn could manage a farewell. Finn scoffs to himself, tossing the burner phone down on the bed. Pressing his lips together he gets up, shuffling on his boxers and heading to the bathroom.
He puts on a smile as he enters the room, eyes softening as he sees Sean sitting cross legged on the toilet seat. “What’s the sad look for, Honey?” Sean shakes his head. Finn walks over to him, holding out a hand, “Come on.” The two of them walk back to the bedroom, Finn laying down with his arms open. Sean lays down next to him, finding a spot under his arm. Finn pulls him in close, stroking his arm gently.
It’s a long time before either of them speak, it seems both of them had a lot on their minds. Finn was more worried about Sean than anything else, hoping he hadn’t fucked the whole thing up by answering Cassidy’s call. Turns out the thing on Sean’s mind wasn’t the sex they just had, or the phone call from Cass. “The reason I was up this morning?” Sean mutters quietly.
“Hm?” Finn hums curiously, kissing the side of Sean’s head.
“I keep having these nightmares,” his voice is just above a whisper, afraid that if he spoke any louder his voice would crack. “where Merill didn’t just shoot you in the leg.”
Finn turns to look at Sean, confused. Sean stares back at him with a look of sadness. It hits him, that the thing Sean worries about is him. “Aw Sweetheart-”
“Every time.” Sean’s voice almost falters. “He shoots you, and there’s nothing I can do about it. You’re there on the ground, spitting up blood, begging for help, and no one moves, because what happens if we get shot?”
“Hey,” Finn shakes his head, cupping Sean’s face in his hands. “Hey, don’t think about that! I’m here, living and breathing, and… all that.” Sean scoffs, the slightest smile gracing his lips. “I love you, alright?” He kisses Sean’s forehead. “Nightmares are gonna happen, man, they happen to me too.” Sean nods. “Don’t mean you gotta pay 'em any mind.” he runs his hands through Sean’s hair, stopping his hands at the base of his neck. “Specially after the mindblowing time we just had.” Sean laughs at that, finally giving him a smile. “You can count on Cassidy to always be a buzzkill.”
Sean shakes his head, “Just terrible timing.”
“That.” he agrees, laying back down and pulling Sean into a hug. “How’d I do, for your first time and all?”
“Not much to compare it to.”
“Oh-” Finn mocks offense. “Cold.”
“It was good.” he mumbles, getting shy again as he buries his face in Finn’s chest. “Really good.”
“Good,” Finn replies, once again letting his anxieties run his mouth. “I’m usually a lot to handle, so I’m sorry if I-”
“No, you’re-” Sean stops. “You’re perfect.”