55. FIFTY-FIVE
FIFTY-FIVE
“I-I wasn’t going t-to!” My teeth chatter as I sob in a weak attempt to win him back. “P-Please, b-believe me… I-I’m sorry, Finn. S-So sorry.” The words linger in the air like a haunting whisper.
“I know,” he says.
Finn kneels down, arms wrapping around me in that protective hold I didn’t know I missed. He picks me up, holding me close to his chest. His warmth soothes my aching heart, providing me much needed comfort as snow continues to mercilessly come down.
“Please d-don’t give up on me…” I hiccup between my ugly whimpers. Snot runs down my nose, my face red from the chilly weather. “I’m so-oory, please… P-Please stay w-with me…”
He lets out a little closed-mouth chuckle, brushing his lips against my cheek. “Never, bunny. I’d never leave you.”
The walk back to the house is a blur. Bright sunlight is replaced with the warm hues of the house, slow steps taking me to the bathroom. My clothes are stripped off of me as the bathtub fills with steamy water
Finn is gentle as he washes the hurt away from my freezing body. No inch of skin is left untouched, and then he pulls the plug. He doesn’t even care that I’m getting his clothes soaking wet with my bullshit. He doesn’t mind. He pats me dry, keeping me close as he does so.
Warm clothes are put on me. They’re soft—far softer than I deserve. All of this is more than I deserve. I lied to him. I tried to run away from him. Nothing I’ve done today makes me feel good about myself, but one mild look is enough for it to seem like it could all be okay.
No food. I can’t stomach it. But he does give me a green mug filled with hot chocolate, and the few sips I take make me feel so much better. It’s all so much better. Everything is so much better when he’s here.
Then we’re back on the couch. Like nothing happened. Like I never hurt him. Like I never thought such horrible things about both him and myself. Shaky arms snake around his waist, my cheek resting against his sweater-wearing chest.
The world around me feels distant, and there’s this dreamy haze that accompanies everything I do. It has to be love, right? It took me almost ruining it all to realize just how much it really mattered.
“You’re so sleepy, baby.” Finn coos, running his fingers through my damp hair.
I’m still shaking, but not from the cold.
It’s a chore to even keep myself awake most days, but right now I really don’t want to sleep.
I need him to not be upset with me. I need to know it’s all okay. “You can fall asleep if you want.”
Groaning, I force myself up. For the first time in a while I blush thanks to the way he's staring at me. “Are you mad…?” Was my voice always so slow and heavy-sounding? ”You aren’t, right? You’re not mad at me?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Really?”
He laughs softly. “Of course not. I’d say you learned your lesson.”
“I-I did… I really did.” Sniffling, I let myself fall back into him. “I’m so sorry.”
“My brave little bunny. You must’ve been so scared, out there all on your own.”
He’s right. He’s always right. “I-I was… I didn’t… I didn’t know if you were gonna find me, and—”
“I’ll always find you. You’re mine, and I’m yours.”
Something about that puts me at ease. It’s true. It’s always been true. When I need him, he’s here. Even when I thought I was fine without him, he proved me wrong. That has to be love.
“I’m yours,” I murmur, “and you’re mine.”
The grin that sprawls across his face is like none other. He’s not the meek little cashier, and he hasn’t been for a while. He’s Finn. My sweet Finn. My precious boy. “I love you, Duncan.”
“I love you, Finn.”
“Again.”
“I-I love you, Finn.”
“...Again.”
My cheeks go hot with something that feels more romantic than shame. “Finn… I love you.”
When our eyes meet again he’s not smiling like I thought he would be. He’s staring at me with half-lidded eyes and an expressionless face, the dark bags he wears more prominent than they were just yesterday.
“You love me,” he says slowly, “so don’t do that again.”
“I—”
“Don’t do that again.” Finn repeats with pursed lips. “Or else I’ll really have to do something bad to you, Duncan. Something to ensure that even if you want to leave, you can’t.”
I’m so fucked. Not because of what he says, but because of the excited chill that runs down my spine as he says it. I’m his. I’m really his. I committed what could have been the ultimate betrayal, but he’s forgiving me. He loves me. He still loves me.
“I won’t. I-I promise I won’t.”
“I know you won’t,” he says sweetly. “But now you have to make it up to me, bunny.”
Before I can ask how, he fishes out something I don’t recognize from his pocket. Something red, something lacey, something…
Oh.
***
The stretchy fabric is seemingly not stretchy enough as it wraps tight around my cock, digging into my hips. It’s not even concealing anything, but I’m sure me being rock hard doesn’t help at all.
Finn gapes at me, already naked and sitting on his knees in front of me. “You’re so f-fucking hot… I’m so lucky. I’m the luckiest ever.” Loving eyes dart between my length and my face. “Can I touch?”
"Y-Yeah…" The admission doesn't feel filthy anymore. Finn’s calloused fingers begin to trace circles around my already leaking tip. Being out on display like this for him makes me feel disgusting in the best way possible.
Despite my hopes, he doesn’t pull it out.
Instead he tells me to turn around which I do in a heartbeat, with nothing but a thin strip of fabric between my full cheeks.
My cock aches between my legs, which he nudges apart with his knee.
The pillow underneath is meant to support me, but it doesn’t do all that much save for providing me with something to rut against like a filthy animal.
“You’re so hard,” he purrs before running a digit down my shaft. “Does my precious bunny love showing off for me? I didn’t even have to touch you for you to get like that.”
Squirming, I can’t even bring myself to dignify what he says with words. My body is on fire and I couldn’t move even if I wanted to. “B-Be nice… Please…”
Finn exhales sharply. “Be nice? You weren’t being very nice when you tried to leave me.” He begins stroking my shaft quickly, gripping it a little too tight for comfort. “And now you’re asking me to be nice?”
“Y-You said you weren’t mad…” I gasp.
“I’m not.” His voice returns to being syrupy sweet. “But you said you chose me, and then you tried to leave me. Say that you love me, Duncan. Be a good bunny and do it.”
The smoldering desire in his stare. He’s looking at me like that. He wants every part of me, and I want every part of him. “I-I love you. I love you so much, Finn.”
“I love you too, bunny.” His cock twitches in the air, coated in a thick layer of lube that does little to help when he pulls me down on every inch of him.
My body feels like it’s on fire as I spread myself open on the man I love more than anything.
I don’t need my parents. I don’t need my life.
I don’t need my friends. I just need him.
All I’ve ever needed was Finn.