Bad Habit

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Finny didn't necessarily plan on going right home to watch every single archived video of secretdancer12's. It more or less just happened.

After driving his drunk self home, which he knew was a terrible idea, yet did anyways, he holed up in his room for hours. After locating his own laptop that had been borrowed and not returned by his mother, he was all set to watch his videos in peace. And somehow, the videos seemed all that more intriguing with the fact that Finny knew very well who secretdancer12 was. His school's very own most popular, Theodore Mosspack.

After pulling up Moss' account, he scrolled down the feed to find last weeks archived stream. He clicked on it, bubbling and smiling with anticipation having not seen that video before. It buffered and buffered which gave Finny time to curse out his shitty ass wifi before it finally loaded. When it did, there was a clear shot of none other than the room Finny graced hours prior, and a skyline that suddenly seemed oh-so-familiar. It took a minute for Moss to show himself, or some of himself, and when he did he was strutting across the length of the room with an unknown tune playing in the background. Finny couldn't help but smirk, trying to hide the embarrassment he felt when looking at Moss.

Oddly enough, Moss was very good at dancing. Not real dancing, per say, but rather seductive dancing. Finny accredited the boy's moves to all the stretching he did in football on the daily. His hips flowed seamlessly along with the music and his torso flexed and moved in tune. He'd run his hands up his chest, giving a flash of his over the top toned abs, adding to the list of over the top things about Moss. He'd spin around and turn his back to the camera before dropping low to the ground and standing back up in a way that put his ass on display. He'd move around and get closer to the camera, giving viewers a hint of his chest. He would grip his thighs and daringly brush past his crotch as he opened his mouth in a sensual way that made him appear to be aroused before bringing his fingers to his mouth. He'd suck on his pointer, then add his middle and pull out his fingers slowly, as if alluding to something far more impure.

And to no one's surprise, Finny found himself beyond turned on.

He looked to his crotch and regretfully realized he was still wearing Moss' pants. Moss' pants. And as if it was even possible, Finny was one hundred times more turned on than he was before he realized that simple fact. And with a quick 'fuck it', Finny pulled Moss' pants all the way to his ankles and started to go at it.

He kept watching the video the whole time he fondled himself, hardly worrying about the extreme guilt and embarrassment he would feel looking at Moss on Monday. But then again, he thought, would he even see Moss on Monday? It wasn't often that he saw the boy; they only had one free period and gym class together. Moss participated in the team sports gym class while Mr. Underachiever Phineas chose to take lifetime sports, or utter bullshit, as Finn referred to it as. They changed in the same locker room except on separate ends. Finny figured that was for the best, especially considering what he was currently doing as he walked a video of his classmate. Seeing him half naked in the locker room was sure to elicit some less than socially acceptable responses. 

Finny was never one to lock his door, even though, honestly, he really should have been. He couldn't count on one hand the amount of times people had walked in on him in an unfortunate situation. That night was no different. Without announcing his arrival, none other than Finny's best friend Aro came shooting through the bedroom door. "Finny, you—"

"Shit, Aro, knock!"

Aro immediately retreated to the hallway, closing the door abruptly behind him. "You tit, do not say my name while you're doing that!" Finny laughed even though it was difficult. He knew he was close, though the broadcast was long over.