Halloween came and went and there was a subtle shift in the Finn / Nathan friendship.
Finn revealed that Andrew, his on-again-off-again boyfriend was a complete bastard who had got off with three different men at a Halloween party. Nathan agreed that Andrew Barclay was quite clearly the biggest slut on the planet and that Finn was better off without him.
Nathan proceeded to drag an unwilling Finn to the nearest bar. They ordered a bottle of tequila and two glasses and then sat back in a corner so they could quietly get shitfaced out of the way of prying eyes.
“I told him,” Finn waggled his finger dramatically, “I told him that he was a barshtad and that he was using me for myschbody.”
“Wadeesay,” Nathan slurred back, slumping comfortably into the corner
Finn snorted. ”My brains,” that so made sense, not.
“Brains?” Nathan was really trying to concentrate, but it just wasn’t working, Finn was so damn beautiful.
“Yeah, brains, apparently brains ish whast Igot,” Finn nodded proudly
“Yeah, know tha, me too,” Nathan added at the end loudly and equally as proudly
“Said rich,” Finn mumbled almost incoherently
“Huh?”
“I gonna be rich.”
“Huh?”
“He wants my money, not my body.”
“Okaaaaaaaay?” Nathan was so not following this, and damn why did the table keep moving, it was making him dizzy.
“Says notworthwaitingfor,” Finn ruined the drama of the moment by belching loudly, the two of them sniggered, belching was clearly the funniest thing ever, next to farting.
“Notworthwaitingfor,” Nathan repeated, still not totally getting the point
“Yes, don’t want my body, just my money, could be years, he said, years.”
“M’okay,” Nathan sorta, kinda, was getting it now, a bit.
Dramatically Finn leant forward, grabbing hold of Nathans t-shirt and twisting his hands into it.
“Wassa mattawimy body,” he demanded almost incoherently.
“Nothin,” Jeez fuck, Finn’s lips, so close, ”nothing.” Nathan may well be drunk, but this near after weeks of thinking about kissing Finn was doing a number with his head.
“Its hot, m’body’s hot.”
“It is.”
“It’s hard and fit and strong,” Finn managed almost an entire coherent sentence.
“Pretty,” Nathan blurted out, ”pretty eyes, pretty lips, hips.”
“Nah you’re the pretty one with your hair all sorta spiky.” Finn tried to reach for Nathan’s hair but evidently decided better when he instead gripped the table. “Don’tfeelgood.”
Somehow the two of them managed to get back to Finn’s house and managed to reach Finn’s room.
Nathan could obviously hold his tequila better than Finn because he didn’t spend an hour with his head down the toilet. No, he just spent an hour asking Finn if he was okay and wondering if it was dirtybadwrong to perve on a man’s ass when he was bent over said toilet.
Finn wandered back into the room, sliding bonelessly down onto the bed and shuffling over against the wall.
“Staysleep,” he muttered almost incoherently. Nathan complied, not sure he could remember how to walk anyway, and they spent their first night together in a bed.
“You need to call 911,” Finn demanded hoarsely when he first woke.
“Why?” Nathan answered from his position on the floor, which is where he must have fallen at some point in the night.
“Brain explosion. I’m dying. Hurts, really hurts. I’m never ever drinking ever again.”
“Me neither,” Nathan replied wincing at the sun in his eyes through the open drapes.
“Shower,” Finn stumbled into the small attached bathroom hoping to hell none of the other guys in the house were in there.
“Me next,” Nathan mumbled into the pillow.
It took two days for either of them to feel one hundred percent. But it was less than that for Finn to consign Andrew Barclay to the trash.
The project was going really well. Nathan thought so and Finn seemed to agree. They had structured and hard coded as much as they could. They needed to move to testing, and it was for that reason they had decided to meet on Friday at Finn’s for Chinese and beer. It was to be a special evening - hours of planning and sweating over lines of moveable code.
What was really sad, Nathan had commented to Finn when planning the evening, was that two young guys in their prime thought that testing code constituted a good night. Finn just laughed and raised his eyebrow enigmatically, it’ll be fun, he promised, hugging the younger man to his side and ignoring the whistles from Nathan’s biology girls.
The self-same girls that had taken Nathan under their wings, and now included a somewhat bemused Finn in their gossip circle.
I’m gay, not a gossip girl, Finn had pointed out to Nathan. Nathan just smirked and reminded Finn that girls were better than sweaty jocks, Finn reluctantly agreed and for that Nathan just laughed. Finn was so shallow.
>> New post every Monday, watch this space
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