Page 54 of Meet Cute

Finn sniffles, our eyes meeting. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Duncan. You didn’t deserve it. I wish I wasn’t such a f-freaking psycho… I don’t even…” The air between us stills as he takes a big breath. “What could you possibly see in me? I-I’m a monster, I… I hurt you…”

“You’re not a monster.” Isn’t he? No. He can’t be. Why would I fall in love with a monster? “You were just scared. You… You didn’t want to lose me.”

“I never want to lose you,” he whimpers as he crawls onto the cushions next to me. Curling up like a docile cat, Finn’s head gently rests on my thighs. My fingers instinctively move to scritch and scratch at his scalp. “You’re my everything, bunny.”

Smiling, my attention shifts over to the window. The snow is so pretty right now. “You’re my everything too, Finn.” Isn’t that what he wanted? Surely he had to know it would come eventually.

“Yeah…” He sounds happy, at least. “You know… everyone who’s ever really known me has called me… that word… T-That word the guy called me. My parents… the people at school…” Finn gently leans back, eyes gleaming with adoration. “But never you. Not you, Duncan. You make me feel so special. E-Even when we’re just doing things like this.”

“It’s an ugly word.”

Finn chuckles humorlessly. “Yeah. It’s really ugly… But my dad loved it. I-I swear I never went a day without hearing it.”

“I get it.” For once, I really do get it. “Mine loved calling me a fag. I listened to music he didn’t like? I was a faggot. I cooked with my mom in the kitchen? Yep, just a stupid fag. No matter what I did, I was a dirty little queer in his eyes.”

The anger that comes over me is so suffocating, like I’m being smoked out by my own flames. “Fuck him. Fuck both of them. I’d rather be myself than pretend for people who won’t ever truly care about me.”

With a happy vocalization Finn hugs me, being careful not to bump my legs too much. “You’re so strong. You don’t even realize it, either. If I was like you, maybe I wouldn’t be so…”

“Don’t finish that,” I say as I push him back. “There’s nothing wrong with you.”

“There’s a lot wrong with me.” Finn admits with a breathy exhale, yet the happiness on his face makes my mind fog up like a drug I can’t quit. “But it doesn’t m-matter. Because you love me regardless, and I love you.”

Before I get the chance to respond he’s pouncing on me, pressing me down flat against the couch as he begins to explore my body. “G-God… you’re so fucking perfect…”

“Finn—”

“I’m sorry…” He whimpers while rutting himself against me. “You don’t know… Y-You don’t understand… Whenever I close my eyes to fantasize about anything, all I can see is you. All I want is you.”

With a pout and big doe eyes, he raises one hand up to gently push a loose strand of hair out of my face. “After breakfast, can I… C-Can we…?” The words aren’t even out yet and he’s already blushing. “Can I please… fuck you?”

“You… want to?” Of course he does. It’s a stupid question I can’t help myself from asking. “I-I’ve never…”

“Please take… take my v-virginity, Duncan.” He’s practically salivating at the very thought, offering it up to me so shamelessly. “I want you to have it… No one else deserves it.”

Imagining anyone else in my situation is funny. No one else but me could be into this. I’m beginning to come to terms with the fact everything I was told about myself ended up being true. But so what? Who cares? It’s my life, and I’ll choose how I want to live it.

FORTY-ONE

Hot tears run down my cheeks as Finn tears into me. He was generous with the lube, I’ll give him that, but this hurts so much more than I thought it would. Even more confusing is the fact it feels absolutely amazing. There's this unquenchable thirst in the pit of my stomach that only he can fix.

I managed to prolong all this until after dinner, but I think the anticipation that built up throughout the day only made it worse for me. He’s fucking me like there’s no tomorrow, when he knows damn well he has all the time in the world when it comes to me.

“T-Thank you,” he mutters out while his hands clumsily hold on to my hips. “Thank you, Duh… D-Duncan…”

Skin slaps against skin in the most feral form, and even though each movement he makes is sloppy and graceless he somehow manages to hit that spot with each thrust.

But it hurts. Fuck, does it ever hurt. More than it would for anyone else. All the painkillers in the world can’t fix that electric shock that jolts through me with each sloppy thrust.

Moaning out a response, my body does the talking for me. Arching my back, I press up against my boyfriend like the needy thing I am. Boyfriend. God, that word never gets more familiar, does it? It feels dirty even thinking about it, but when it leaves my lips? Just horrible.

My cock bobs in the air, harder than it’s ever been before. Finn whimpers out my name and presses his chin against my shoulder. The angle is awkward but it doesn’t stop him from sinking his teeth into the tender flesh of my nape.

“F-Fuck, Finn…” Moving on autopilot, my body goes against his thrusts to feel him as deep as possible. Nothing in my life has felt this good. Nothing in my life will ever feel as good, either.

“I love you…” Finn continues whining as he completely ruins me. “I love you… Y-You’re so perfect… I’m gonna… I-I’m gonna be so good for you.”

A trembling hand begins jerking me off, which honestly might be too much. Any words of protest fail to come out, leaving only a warbled symphony of moans. The room reeks of sweat, yet the smell has never been more comforting.