Bad Habit

eight

"Did you blackmail him or something?"

"Fuck, Aro, give me a break," Finny groaned, throwing his body into Aro's plush bed. "You know I can't mock you out because you're sensitive right now." Aro smirked and then rubbed his eyes softly. They looked extremely tired because of the bags that resided underneath. They were still red from how much he had cried the night prior. His hair was messy and his red sweatshirt was ten times too big, and from this Finny knew that his friend had been asleep all day long.

"Sorry," Aro mumbled, less than seriously, "I just didn't think he'd want to be your friend."

"Well, he does."

"You blackmailed him, didn't you?"

"God, no!" Finny screamed, throwing his arms up in the air. "No. He knows that I know, but I didn't force him to hang out with me. He genuinely wants to, okay? If you're going to be annoying, I guess I just won't talk to you about this anymore."

Aro pouted a bit and sulked his shoulders. Finny immediately felt bad because Aro was just being his typical self, but was then surprised when Aro mumbled, "no, don't. Believe it or not, I like hearing about your boy trouble." Finny gasped a little and shot straight up on the bed. With a goofy grin he leaped down to tackle Aro in a hug, wrestling him on the ground. Aro was laughing and playing along, which Finny was thankful for because the sound of Aro's laugh was one of his favorites. It was not often he could hear it, considering Aro's seemingly emotionless, stoic front, so it was a rare treat. 

"I can't believe it! You like hearing me whine about guys?" Finny screamed, getting off of Aro to lay now on the floor. "That's kind of brilliant?"

"Why is it surprising?" Aro asked, pulling the sleeves of his sweatshirt over his hands. "I'm not gay so I know nothing of the turmoil gay men go through. I like learning new things about stuff I can't experience, it intrigues me."

"We go through quite some turmoil."

"I know that. See, I wouldn't have known that if not for your intricate tales filled with endless detail. So thank you, for enriching my life with diversity and knowledge."

"You're such an asshole."

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"You all need to be getting proper rest, seriously. I can't express how annoying it is to see your pathetic, tired asses wobbling around out there. You all need to get serious if you want a shot at playoffs, okay? Go right home and get in bed, understood?"

"Yes coach," from the choir of boys.

"Good. We're done here," he screamed before leaving the boys to finish getting changed in the locker room. Moss was sore and exhausted, because he was one of the guys who hadn't been getting proper rest, no thanks to a certain Phineas. Changing next to Noah was rather awkward for Moss, seeing as he had no clue whether they were friends or not, and also because all he could think of was Finny between Noah's legs. The thought was enough to give him chills. 

Once Moss was all dressed, he chucked everything in his bad and hoped his practice clothes didn't smell up Finny's car. He had gotten dressed in a pair of black, torn skinny jeans and a longer grey tee shirt, and his hair was still a bit wet from the shower. He slid on his shoes, ready to leave, but ultimately being stopped. "What're you in a hurry for?" Asked one teammate, Jackson, who was still in the middle of pulling on some grey sweats. "And what the fuck are you all dressed up for? Never have I seen you get dressed in anything except sweats after practice."

"Hanging out with Jane?" Asked Danny with a devious grin. Moss rolled his eyes in response.

"No," he said simply.