35. THIRTY-FIVE
THIRTY-FIVE
The bed feels extra warm tonight. Even with the snow outside and the howling of the wind, something feels different than all the nights before. Finn isn’t sleeping. He’s sat up on the edge of the bed typing away on a laptop I didn’t know he had.
He even cleaned the sheets for me, so they don’t smell of sweat and something else that I don’t wanna think about. It’s nice. It’s just nice. Nothing to complain about, but nothing to write home about either.
“Bunny,” he crawls over to the head of the bed and shoves the laptop in my face, “It’s us.”
A low quality video of a rabbit nestling up against a dog appears, and for a moment I can’t even process what I’m looking at. This feels so… domestic? Is that the word? Maybe normal. Normal works, too.
Right now is normal. We’re a regular couple right now who like each other. No basement. No broken legs. Only two people cuddling happily.
The smile that creeps up on my face is extra wide. “That’s cute.”
“You’re cute.” Shutting the laptop, Finn joins me under the covers and sprawls out on top of me. “My cute bunny.”
Gently stroking the back of his head, my smile manages to get bigger as he melts into my chest. Finn's weirdly handsome this way. Freshly washed hair, a white graphic tee that shows off his soft-yet-strong physique, and baggy black plaid sleeping pants.
I’m more than content to fall asleep like that, but then he jerks back with wide eyes. “Duncan—bunny—I got you something. I almost forgot.”
My brows draw together. “You… did?”
“At the grocery store,” he explains while climbing off the bed and getting a bag out from the closet. “I just… forgot.”
Leaving it at that, he pulls out a very small selection of clothes. Two sweatshirts, a t-shirt with a bunny on it, and some baggy pants. It’s not anything crazy but it makes me happy all the same. Then he pulls out a matching lingerie set and I swear my face freezes for a good minute.
Vivid red lace falls onto my lap, with Finn giving me his best puppy dog eyes. “It’s cute, right? I thought… Um… Maybe… if you wanted…” He shifts all nervously, eyes falling down to the space between us with red cheeks. “Maybe you could… w-wear it… for me...”
The thought alone makes me shut down, mouth dropping open in surprise.
“I mean… m-maybe…” I clear my throat, timidly glancing off to the side with a tiny smile. “I’m nervous about all that. I don’t know. It’s… new.”
“I know. It’s new to me, too. But… we’re boyfriends, and I really… I really want to.”
Boyfriend. Boyfriend. The word hits me fast and hard. Everything freezes for a second, the severity of it all splashing against me like ice cold water. But there’s not the prominent sense of shame I felt before when he said it.
Horribly enough, it almost seems appealing. No one has ever loved me before, and no one is going to love me the way Finn does. One simple word holds so much weight, stuck on the tip of my tongue and refusing to come out.
“Not tonight.” I croak, unable to meet his eyes. “Can we cuddle?”
“Y-Yes! Of course!” Like an all too eager puppy he basically tackles me, wrapping himself around me and nuzzling into my side. It’s almost sweet how he doesn’t see past such an obvious redirection. “It’s just…”
As he trails off it becomes clear I won’t be getting away as easily as I had hoped.
“I’ve been… thinking about it. Ever since we went to the diner…” His tone is airy, as if the thought alone is getting him all worked up. “When we were looking for your, uh… cat? Dog? I-I don’t remember… I was just thinking about you…”
A pang of terror strikes my chest. Oh my god, what about Chalupa? He’s been stuck in the apartment with no food or water or anything. How the hell could I forget about him for so long? I’m horrible.
“W-What did you do to my cat?” I interrupt. “Finn, he… he can’t take care of himself. He’s been in the apartment this whole time—”
“No,” my captor corrects with a grimace on his face. “I gave him to your neighbor. The nice old lady. Left a note that was signed by you.”
Blinking, my head tilts. “You… pawned my cat off to Sandra? W-What happens when I don’t come back? What if she gets rid of him?”
I can tell that this is irritating Finn, but he’s trying his hardest not to show it. “Duncan! It’s just… It’s just a cat, okay? I’ll go f-freaking get him back if t-that’s what you want. I don’t care.”
Finn’s grip on me tightens. “All I can think about… all I’ve been thinking about… is you. Underneath me… looking up at me with those big beautiful eyes and moaning… U-Ugh… I…” His rock hard erection pokes at my thigh. “I’ve been good, haven’t I? P-Please?”
“Finn, I—”
“I just wanna hear it, hear you, getting all worked up… B-Begging me for it…” Is he even aware that he’s rutting against me right now? Humping me like a desperate animal instead of an actual person. “You’re so handsome… you’re everything, and I… I-I…”
His sweaty hand hovers near my own cock, close enough to feel the warmth but not close enough to make contact. “Please? Can I?”
No. Why should he? He gave my cat away, he took me, he… He… My length twitches against the light blue sweatpants I’m wearing, and it’s obvious he’s going to get his way. I’m so fucking weak when he gets all soft like that, all sweet.
Isn’t that his true self? The man I spent time getting to know was this version of him. The kind version. The right version.
“Yes, please.” The desperation in my own voice catches me off guard. Not even I knew I wanted it this badly. But I do. I really do. He’s right. Sandra will take good care of Chalupa, and if I never come back she won’t throw him in some shelter. “F-Finn…”
Without so much as a word he pulls down my pants, letting my length fling upwards right into his waiting palm. I’m already a leaky mess, which Finn takes advantage of by smearing my own pre down my shaft.
He’s not even speaking anymore, only breathing heavily as he presses his head into my shoulder and begins to slowly jerk me off. “Y-You’re so hard…” he huffs eagerly. “Are you that h-hard for me?”
Of course I am, and he knows that. He’s been unravelling me since the day we met, and I was none the wiser. I’ve been so damn blind this entire time, its almost laughable.
“Finn…”
Letting out the cutest laugh, his hand moves faster. “Sorry. I know. That was m-mean.”
I can’t look at him anymore. My back arches as I avert my gaze to the ceiling, letting out such pathetic and strangled moans. My core feels hot. Nobody has ever touched me this way, and it’s making my brain melt.
“Duncan…” Finn purrs, pushing himself up so his lips graze the sensitive skin of my earlobe. “Are you gonna c-come for me?”
I’m done.
Within seconds my body is writhing, hips thrusting to meet his pumps as I shoot my load all over myself and his hand. The high is immediately met with shame, the grim reality of it all crashing against me like the angry waves of the ocean.
How could I let him do that? How could I let myself do that? My cock twitches curiously, despite the fact I feel horrified with myself. It doesn’t last long, though. At least not long enough for me to genuinely do anything about it.
Finn continues rubbing himself against me, tilting my head to the side so we can kiss. His tongue clumsily dances around my own, leaving a mess of saliva as he pulls away with a quiet gasp.
Something wet forms, and judging by how hard he’s panting he must’ve finished without me even touching him. “I love you,” he repeats before bringing his hand up to his mouth and lapping up my orgasm dutifully.
“Finn—” my cheeks turn a fiery red, but I can’t ignore the way my cock twitches at the sight.
“I already told you. I love all of you. All of you, bunny.”
Disgust is what I should feel. I should be rejecting all of this vehemently. Yet instead, my lips curve upwards with the tiniest motion possible and I just laugh. Not because it’s funny, but because it’s cute.
Why is it cute?