Page 51 of Meet Cute

Shaky hands shoot out to grab my sides and pull me closer. It hurts like a bitch when my leg bumps the table, but I don’t get to hiss out in pain since his mouth captures mine in a way that only a starved man could.

“I’ve never, um… I’ve never done… all the stuff I do with you—with anyone.” He gasps between kisses, hungry eyes fixated on me. “You’re my first, and last. B-Because you’re mine. All mine.”

I can’t say I’ve never fooled around with anyone before, but this isn’t similar to those times. I'm still inexperienced. I'm still vulnerable. Fleeting teenage kisses is nothing like what Finn and I have. There’s so many powerful feelings intertwined with every move we both make, and everything carries a weight that's almost too heavy to bear.

“You don’t h-hate me, right?” Finn’s voice is so pitiful, and his movements are hasty and careless. Being jostled around this way feels horrible for my legs, but each kiss makes my mind melt a bit more. “I love you… I love you, Duncan. I’ll do anything… a-anything…”

His hand inches down to the waistband of my borrowed pajama pants, finding hold of my member. I should probably be pushing him off, but I did tell him I love him. Truths and lies feel one in the same, and I don’t think that I mind anymore.

If a lie makes everyone happy, is there harm in it? How can it be bad when he’s looking at me so sweetly despite touching me with such fervent possessiveness. This can’t be bad. It just can’t be.

THIRTY-EIGHT

Finn’s grip is so soft yet his skin is so rough. I’ve never thought much about his hands up until now. They’re sort of big, considering the rest of him, but just one wrapped around my length is so overwhelming in the best possible way.

“Bunny…” he mumbles with his face buried into my shoulderblade. With me being hoisted up onto the counter he has easy access to most of my body. He’s definitely taking advantage of that, stroking my cock while looking up at me with wide eyes. “Feels good?”

“Y-Yeah.” My voice comes out all quivery and weak, back arched like I want him to do dirty things to me. And I do, don’t I? I could stop this if I really wanted. He’s a lot of things, but he’s not disgusting. Not that way. I don’t want him to stop. I want this as much as he does.

What does that make me?

Translucent pre-cum dribbles down the side of my cock, with Finn smearing it all over my shaft as he goes faster and faster. “You’re so cute. B-Biting your lip like that. It really feels good, doesn’t it?”

He knows it does. I’m thrusting against his hand so pathetically, letting out weak little moans every now and then. He knows that I’m loving this. “You just wanna hear it,” I groan and turn my head away.

“I do.” Finn affirms with a low voice. “So s-say it. Please?”

The “please” is what gets me. “I-It feels good, Finn.”

His strokes pick up in pace. So fast and hot that my mind begins to spin a bit. A free hand moves to try and grab his wrist to pull it off, but it doesn’t budge a bit. He’s too strong for me.

“What’s wrong?” Finn’s nose trails from my shoulder up to the curve of my neck before his tongue begins to lap at my skin. “Gonna… Gonna c-come soon, bunny?”

“Finn—” I protest, only to be cut off by the feeling of his mouth latching onto me. He begins sucking, undoubtedly leaving an ugly bruise. “A-Ah, fuck… Finn… C-Come on…”

Just as I begin to reach my limit, he stops. It’s so sudden that I whine out with nothing but desperation in my voice.

“Say you love me.” His voice is the hungriest it’s been since I’ve met him. Pressed up against me, he nuzzles into my neck. “Tell me you love me, Duncan. Say it. S-Say it.”

The intensity of his stare is almost frightening. I never once thought that anyone in my life could ever care about me like this, let alone love me this way. My own parents couldn’t love me, so why would Finn?

I can’t wrap my head around it. Maybe some things don’t need to be explained. They are because they are, and that’s enough. He’s enough, no matter how loud the logical side of my brain screams at me that he shouldn’t be.

Life is exhausting. People spend every second they have on the planet looking for what I have here with him, and they never find it. Our love came into my lap at an unexpected time, and maybe the way it came to be was fucked up—but it’s here.

He’s here.

And I’ve come to find that just being here means so, so much to me.

“I love you.” I don’t think it’s a lie anymore. No, I know it’s not a lie anymore. I wanted to do the right thing, and I wanted to be good. Anyone else would fight for survival and die here, but I don't want to die. Not really. Did I before? Yeah, but I want to live, too. I really do want to live.

My days are full of nothing but quiet moments and relaxation, even the worst arguments fade eventually. Knowing that when things get tough, Finn will take care of me is strangely reassuring. The world moves too fast for me, but when I’m with him it slows down.

Chuckling in an almost sinister tone, Finn continues. “I know. I-I know you do. You really do, don’t you? You l-love me… I knew you would…”

Disgustingly sloppy squelches resonate between us, only mixed in with pathetic vocalizations from none other than me. It’s my undoing, the way my body melts into his like two pieces of a fucked up puzzle.

When I finally come, the clarity that comes after isn’t the same as it was before. Instead of being disgusted with myself or convincing myself this is all part of some grand plan to escape, I let myself rest against him. His arm is so secure when it wraps around my waist to hold me.