Page 47 of Meet 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?”