Developing Feelings

Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2

Gethin woke feeling like someone was banging rocks against his head. He groaned, vowing never to get drunk again, knowing, even then, that thatwas a promise he would break.
Suddenly he realised that he was lying pressed against someone else with their arms wrapped around each other. He also realised that he was wearing nothing but his underwear.
He couldn't quite will his eyes open yet, though, so he instead turned his attention to trying to figure out what had happened the previous night.
He remembered going to the bar with Finn but after that everything was terrifyingly blank. Focussing as hard as he could, vague memories started to come back to him and his eyes flew open. He remembered Finn being in his room with him and he could swear he remembered kissing Finn.
He glanced at the person beside him and recognised Finn. Oh god, what had he done? He really hoped that this didn't mean their friendship would now be over. Why had he let Finn convince him to go to the stupid bar in the first place?
His despairing thoughts were interrupted by a voice asking: "What's wrong, Geth? Are you alright?"
Finn. Oh god, what was he supposed to say? Being unable to formulate words in his hung-over and panicked state, he just stared at Finn.
"Geth? What's wrong? Do you remember anything from last night?"
He tried to speak again and this time managed to form words: "Finn. What did I tell you? Did I kiss you? Oh god, I'm so sorry."
He really had fucked everything up this time...
"Geth. Hey, look at me. You told me you like me and yes, you did kiss me and I kissed you too. I really like you too, Geth. I have for a long time. Please calm down, everything will be alright."
Gethin allowed himself to let out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding. But as he let go of the tension, he felt the tears come and he was powerless to stop them. A choked sob escaped him.
He felt Finn's arms wrap around him, pulling him onto his lap.
"Geth, shh, everything is fine. Don't worry, everything is fine, shh." Finn kept on whispering to him soothingly as he cried until his tears finally stopped coming and his sobs faded to soft gasps for air. When he'd completely stopped crying, he sat dazed in Finn's lap.
"Aren't you angry at me?" He asked hesitantly.
Finn gaped at him. "Angry?" He asked incredulously. "Why on earth would I be angry at you?"
Gethin gulped. "I made you stay over and then kissed you. And caused you to have to help me to bed and undress me by being too drunk to be able to do it myself. I'm not even supposed to have real feelings for you, we're actors!"
Letting out a surprised laugh, Finn replied: "You can be such an idiot sometimes, Geth. You didn't make me stay over, you didn't make me help you to bed and most of all, I enjoyed kissing you. I've wanted to do that for a long time. Who cares that we're actors, I like you too, Geth, and that's what matters. Being actors doesn't mean we're not allowed to have real feelings too."
Gethin slowly started to relax while listening to Finn's words. He smiled hesitantly before grimacing as he moved his head to fast.
Finn laughed again: "Come on, let's go find you some painkillers and get breakfast." He gently pulled Gethin up with him. Gethin nodded gratefully as Finn went in search of said painkillers.
He returned with a glass of water and two tablets. "Drink this, take a shower, and get dressed. I'm going to run to my room to clean up and find some clean clothes. I'll meet you back here and we'll go look for a place to eat, okay?"
Gethin nodded again and drank the water and tablets. Finn disappeared out the door and Gethin sighed before carefully getting up and walking slowly to the bathroom. A shower really would be heavenly right now.
***
Gethin took a long and very refreshing shower and got dressed. He then sad down on the couch to wait for Finn to get back. He still couldn't quite believe what had happened the previous night and that Finn actually likes him too.
He looked up and felt the corners of his mouth move to form a smile as he heard the door open and saw Finn, looking as dashingly handsome as always.
"Hey," he said. "Really thanks for everything and I'm sorry I freaked out earlier."
A grin broke out on Finn's face. "No problem. And it's fine. I might have panicked too if our positions were reversed."
"Oh please." Gethin scoffed. "You're way too composed for that. Even if you freaked out a bit internally, you'd never overreact like I did."
Finn smirked. "True that." He said, gesturing to Gethin to follow him out.
Gethin shook his head fondly but followed Finn out the door nonetheless, pausing to close and lock it behind him.
They took Finn's car and drove around for a bit – Finn driving obviously, since he had less of a hangover – before finding a quaint little coffee-shop.
They went inside and found a table in the corner. Their waitress brought them the menus shortly and looked at them curiously but thankfully didn't say anything. Sometimes it really sucked to be famous.
Gethin glanced at the menu but looked away again just as quickly, feeling instantly nauseous at the mere thought of even bacon.
Finn smirked. "Here, let me see that." He looked at the menu and asked: "What about toasted ham, cheese and tomato sandwiches and scrambled eggs?"
Gethin grimaced but thought that it sounded a lot better than anything else he could think of so he nodded.
Finn beckoned to the waitress and ordered two toasted ham, cheese and tomato sandwiches with scrambled eggs. He then glanced at Gethin. "What juice do you want, Geth? Mango? Orange?"
Gethin thought for a moment before saying: "Orange, please."
Finn turned back to the waitress. "One orange and one mango juice, please."
After the waitress left, they made small talk until the food arrived. Gethin was happy to leave the more serious but inevitable conversation for later, hoping that the food would help to clear his head.
***
He had managed – with some difficulty, much to Finn's amusement – to keep his food down. Once he'd finished his sandwich, however, Finn's expression turned serious.
"Do you want to talk here or go somewhere else?" Finn asked.
Gethin considered this before replying: "Back to the hotel room maybe? It would be more private there."
"Back to the hotel room it is, then."
Finn paid the bill and they got back into his car. Gethin was pleased to note that his head felt a lot clearer after eating, though he supposed that was cancelled out by how nervous he felt about the talk they were going to have once they got back to the hotel...