My Lover Boy

Texas Reznikoff

𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 ℝ𝕖𝕫𝕟𝕚𝕝𝕠𝕗𝕗-𝕄𝕚𝕥𝕤𝕜𝕚

Waking up next to Robin wasn't anything knew to Finn, but waking up next to Robin with his arms wrapped around him was. He was pressed against the long haired boy and their legs tangled. They were covered by the blanket due to the cold and stormy Denver night. The room was silent aside from the rain and Robins steady breathing. He felt as his chest raised and dropped on his back and as he exhaled air on his neck. He couldn't see but he could picture how his hair flew around in all directions as he slept.

He gazed upon the boys golden brown skin wrapped around his waist, gliding a finger up his hand. The ticklish feeling awoke Robin. His eyes fluttered open and was met by the top of Finn's head. He made his presence known with a large yawn. The boy in front felt as his chest exhaled deeply onto his back. He took robins hand and began to kiss the tips of his fingers. He slowly turns around, hand still in his grasp, to face the boy. He kisses up his arm, then up his neck slowly. Robin smiles at the feeling. Finn then moves from his neck to his cheek.

"Buenos dias blanco" Robin says with a closed smile before being covered by Finn's lips. As they kissed the sound of foot steps became increasingly clear. Finn jumped off of Robin and they both turned in opposite directions. They shut their eyes as the door opened. Bursting through was finneys father. He usually would come in Finn's room early in the morning with a foggy mind. He drank a lot on Friday knowing he wouldn't need to go to work in the morning. It became worse over the years. Now, he stumbles around the house in the morning in a daze.

"Finn what the fuck?!"  He said stepping closer to see the other boy in bed. The voice coming out was coming from a still very intoxicated man. He had started pouring the glass early today. Finn rose his head up from the pillow to met his father's droopy eyes. "You...you didn't tell me yer friend was coming" his words tripping over themselves.

"I-I told you last night over the phone dad" as old as he was, Finn never got over his fear of his father. When they were younger he hit them. He had stopped since they got big enough to fight back, but the scares never heeled.

The man grabbed Finn's wrist, gripping it tight. "The fuck did you say to me boy?" He spat out, the grip only growing tighter.

"I'm sorry sir, it won't happen again" Finn said reluctantly. His eyes pressed shut tightly to contain the tears from both pain and fear. The worst part was Robin having to stay silent the whole time. This wasent the first time it's happened, and god knows not the last. Finn and told Robin not to intervene and to just stay put. He didn't want his father to freak and go after Robin as well.

The man threw the boys hand down on to the bed. "That's what I thought" his voice low and cold. Finn couldn't look up from his lap but he knew his fathers eyes. They were black and deep and topped with frowned brows. The man turned away and slowly stumbled his way out of the room, making a point to slam the door.

Finn was fifteen, the age where most boys were beginning to be treated like men. Instead he feels like a small child as he curls up in bed. The tears soon come. Robin holds Finn's body close to his. He cradled the older boy. Held his hand close to mouth and kissed his wrist. He felt small and pathetic. He can't stand up to a couple of bullies at school and trembles around his father. The only person he felt safe around at home wasn't there most weekends so he had to deal with him alone. He sleeps alone, crying, wanting the pain to stop.

Robin was well aware of this. He saw what went on at Finn's home, but he was never able to stop it. There had been times Finn would show up at his house in the darkest time of night, purple and blue, trying to get away from his dad. Robin always helped Finn thought. He wasn't able to stop it, but was there to pick up the pieces. He would have to leave behind the many problems of his own and save Finn. But he didn't care. All he cared about was Finn, nothing else.

"Let's leave" Robin suggests, wiping away tears form Finn's face. The boys wet eyes look into the other pair. The glimmer in the light.

"And go where?" The boy asks, his voice trembling and soft.

"We can go to the tracks or something , stay there all day." He knew it was important for them to leave. He couldn't bare having Finn stay there.

"Just hold me" Finn told him. He was drained, no emotion left in him. He didn't want to leave, he just wanted to be forgotten by his father. He wanted to be alone.

Robin did as he was told. He laid down beside Finn and held him close. He pressed his cheek against Finn's neck, nuzzling himself into Finn. "There's this place" he started as he brushed a piece of brownish blond hair behind Finn's ear "I pass through it when my family goes back to Mexico, it's the most beautiful place I've seen" he described how the colors in the sky would blend together and make a painting in the sky, he told how the town was always breezy and the clouds were out just like Finney liked.

"I want to take you there" he said "I want to take you away from all of this and take you there."