When we were Wallflowers

Chapter 19: Dap

Thanks for your patience everyone. My exams are officially starting next week and they will by the priority in my life until they are over, so updates aren't going to get anymore regular unfortunately.

I'll try and update when I can though! Love you all and thank you for all the kind messages checking in on me xx

After everything that had happened between Brent and Finley the night of the party, the next morning, Brent was pretty out of it.

He felt dazed. His body light and tingly if a bit painful in his... nether regions. He'd awoken to find Finley's face firmly placed between his pecs. Trying to get him off without waking him was like trying to detach a stubborn leach.

He kept muttering something in his sleep: "...oobs...boo...bs..." Brent smiled down at him. What was he dreaming about, he wondered. He kept saying "boo", maybe he was dreaming about a ghost?

Finley stirred to life due to his own volition and some gentle prodding from Brent.

He dreamily looked up at Brent. His eyes hooded and his gaze lacked focus. "Hey." His voice had that deep and gravelly texture to it from just waking up, and Brent found himself wondering whether his body was good enough to go again. He shifted a little bit, adjusting himself to hold his upper body up on his arm. Ow. Maybe it was best to go again some other time. He'd have to remember to do some stretches before hand next time, if it stopped him feeling sore after some intense football training, surely it could help with sex.

"Hey." Brent said back. Reaching down, he pushed Finley's dreadlocks back from his face. "Um- how was last night for you?"

"Great. Amazing. One word: swag."

"Our... love making was swag?"

"The swaggiest." Finley clambered out of bed, giving Brent a good morning kiss on the forehead. "How was it for you?" He asked as he searched around the room looking for wherever his underwear had been chucked to.

"It was..." What words could Brent use to describe such an act? The purest expression of animalistic carnal desire for somebody juxtaposed by a human tenderness that permeated every rough movement and gentle stroke. Incredible, amazing, unforgettable; those words all seemed unable to capture what it was like to be intimate with Finley in such a way as last night. His body ached and he didn't think he'd be able to sit up straight for a while yet, but he was very much anticipating the next time he and Finley got a moment to themselves. Finley might be right; swag might just be the only decent way to describe what they'd done together. "I really like you, Fin." He decided to say instead of trying to describe his experience.

Finley picked his shirt up from the floor and swiped a thumb across his lips. "Sheesh."

Sheesh? Did Brent say too much? Was this actually a one night stand and he hadn't even noticed? Oh god. Had he told a guy he'd had a one night stand with that he'd caught feelings?! Could he ever live such an embarrassing experience down? It would follow him for the rest of his life. Every waking moment spent on the time he'd confessed to a one night stand, even his dreams would be haunted by something as ridiculously embarrassing as that. One day Finley might forget when he was off with his other one night stands, but Brent would remember this forever. O, the humiliation!

"Was my game that strong that I got you falling in love with me? Sheesh. Well, I hate to tell you this baby but the old Finley-inator can't be tied down that easily." Finley joked before turning around giving Brent a serious look. "I'm just joking, the Finley-osaurus Rex is free to be in a committed relationship any time, being tied down is very appealing to the Finley-mobile in more ways than one."

Brent decided to ignore Finley's ridiculous number of ways to address himself and get to the meat of the point. "So... you like me back?"

"Hell yeah." Said Finley. He swaggered over to the bed, lil' Finley (who was not little at all) waved at Brent as he walked. "Dap me up, bro."