When we were Wallflowers

Chapter 14: Sticky hands

"Give me a kiss and I'll think about it."

It was an unprecedented amount of confidence for Brent, he'd never have behaved this way with Trisha, but something about being with Finley brought out a hidden side in him. In a way, it wasn't a side of Brent, but a need that he had repressed for far too long and only in Finley's company did he truly get to feel fulfilment.

Finley must enjoy Brent's need, if the way his face lit up in delight was anything to show for it. He moved forward towards Brent, who shuffled back until his head met the pillows. Finley hovered above him, his dreadlocks hanging around his face. Brent was sure Finley didn't do it on purpose, but he had a way of creating a world just for them, his unconscious actions as simple as the way he did his hair enclosed Brent into a place where only he and Finley existed.

Finley leaned down until his lips met Brent's. Finley had delightfully soft lips that were never chapped, which was no surprise considering how often Brent saw Finley applying some sort of lip balm. It was definitely something Finley took care of. Brent slipped a hand up Finley's shirt so that he could feel the heat of his skin. In fact, Finley's entire body was something that was... well taken care off.

Finley pulled away and looked down at Brent. "What are you thinking about?" Finley asked, his thumb stroking Brent's cheek.

Brent hummed and shook his head. "Nothing, don't worry about it."

"What? I don't get to know?" He flopped down on the bed beside him. "That's so mean." He scrunched up his nose and pouted in a cute boyish way. Finley's hand never left Brent's cheek as they lay there, the muffled sound of Minecraft music seeping through the door. "Are you thinking about me at least?"

"No, of course not."

Finley's thumb stopped in its tracks and his childish nature turned into that of a kicked puppy's. Whoops, Brent had only meant it as a joke, he didn't think it would actually hurt his feelings. Maybe it was a hidden sadistic side of him that found Finley's dejection rather adorable. He couldn't stop himself from laughing at that poor boy's face.

"You're making fun of me?!" Said Finley. "I knew that." It was obvious he didn't, but Brent would let him convince himself that he was in on the joke the entire time. He was so sweet, so friendly and so hadn't given Brent enough kisses yet.

Brent assumed the initiatives and kissed Finley. Finley's thumb presumed its stroking motion. He wondered what he could do to convince Finley to take his shirt off. He could claim that it was too hot in here? That wouldn't work, it was actually a pretty cool day and the fan on Finely's ceiling was whirling around above their heads. He could spill something on Finley's shirt and insist he take it off? No, he didn't have anything near by to spill on him and how would he even convince Finley that it was an accident. Come on, Brent, think!

Finley tried to slip his tongue into Brent's mouth, but Brent kept his mouth firmly closed. Not because he didn't want to kiss him but because he was too busy trying to think of ways to strip Finley to actually pay attention to him. He finally woke up from his silly scheming when Finley pulled away again.

"Now, what are you thinking about? And don't say nothing 'cuz it's obviously something." Finley frowned at him and withdrew all physical contact, obviously waiting for an answer before they could resume the touching and kissing. Now who was being mean.

He couldn't just ask Finley to take his shirt off, could he? Wouldn't that sound weird? Or make Brent seem like he only wanted Finley for his body? Oh god, Finley might think that Brent saw him like a prostitute. A prostitute Brent didn't even pay for. Should he give Finley money in exchange for stripping? No, that was definitely prostitution.