Querencia (Sean x Finn)

Chapter Nine

TRIGGER WARNING: this chapter contains sexual assault. Proceed with caution.

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"How was your vacation, lil bro? Did you have fun with your boyfriend while your big brothers had to do all the hard work?" Kyle asked once Finn came into the living room. He had his long hair in a low pony tail and a beer in his hand as he looked up at the dread head expectantly.

"Yeah, actually. A lot of fun." Finn responded dryly as he tried to get passed Troy, who was standing in the doorway like an asshole.

"Oh? So you admit it? He's your little bitch, huh?" Troy's buzzed head fell back, his laughter cutting Finn like a knife. The twins weren't usually jerks like that but they were drinking and Finn could tell they actually thought they were being funny.

"Troy. Kyle. Back off." A strong voice called out from the kitchen. Jared walked into the living room, he was so much bigger than his little brothers. "If dad heard that shit, Finn would be in serious trouble. Leave him alone."

Kyle and Troy hung their heads low. "We were just joking, Finn. Sorry." The tattooed boy only nodded in response as he finally cut his way through Troy and into his bedroom. He sat his bag down and moved to unpack it, but stopped once he saw the painting. Jared was right about Finn being in serious trouble if their dad found out. It made him sad that he wouldn't be able to display the beautiful piece of art, but it was better than dying prematurely, which was probably not an exaggeration.

"Finn?" Jared's voice filled the otherwise silent room and made Finn's green eyes shoot up. The older boy stood in the doorway, his arms crossed but his demeanor gentle. His arms were covered in tattoos which he usually kept covered, but he was at home, so he was wearing his usual black tee-shirt, unconsciously showing off his muscles and ink.

"Yup." Finn put his most treasured present back in his bag and only took out the dirty clothes, just to toss them into the hamper. His other brothers started blasting some metal in the background and suddenly Finn was brought back to the reality that this was his home. Not with Sean, stealing snow covered kisses. So simple and safe.

"How are you doing, man?" His deep voice brought comfort through the mess. Finn knew Jared meant it genuinely, because he was always did. Even though he was the biggest and the strongest out of all them, he was also the kindest.

"I'm good, Jare. Truly." His smile was real and he knew his brother could tell.

They hung out in his room without the other two, drinking their own beers slowly, not really trying to get drunk. They just talked for hours and Finn refused to feel silly. Jared listened to him talk about Sean, about his eyes and his touch without one look of disgust.

And then it was Finn's turn to listen as Jared talked about a woman named Amala. He met her at the library, because that was where Jared liked to be, unbeknownst to their father. It was a Friday when he saw her and he knew it had to had been the first time he laid eyes on her because seeing her wouldn't be something anyone would forget.

"She has dark skin and her eyes are almost black and just.. endless. I always get so lost in them. She's so beautiful, dude." He sighed and shut his eyes, probably picturing her right in that moment, "She wears headdresses-a hijab-a different colored one everyday. She's always so happy and confident in herself and in her religion. She's the sunshine and I'm the clouds, but it works somehow." Jared was smiling in a way Finn had never seen before, on him anyway. It faded after another sip of his beer.

"After almost thirty years of living, you'd think I'd learn that falling in love would be the worst fucking thing to do." He pulled out his cigarettes and offered one to his little brother, who took it gratefully. "She deserves more than I could ever offer." Both men take a long hit, letting the smoke fill their lungs and ease their anxiety. Finn had never heard Jared talk so low about himself before.