Bad Habit

fourteen

When Finny woke up, he had no clue what to expect. He was hungover, that was certain, and he felt as if he was rolling over in the fiery pits of Hell. His pain aside, though, he genuinely wasn't sure whether or not he'd find Moss laying by his side, no matter how much he hoped he would. And so when he looked over, it was safe to say he was disappointed.

Moss' side of the bed was disheveled and appeared clearly slept in, though there was no body occupying the spot. Finny rubbed his eyes and looked towards his door, noting that Moss had left it wide open. And on the ground, folded neatly, was the shirt Finny lent Moss at their last sleepover. Finny smiled at it and sighed before forcing himself to get out of the warm bed. He moved over Moss' side and noticed that it still felt warm, telling him that Moss had left not too long ago. This came as somewhat of a relief; knowing that Moss hadn't left at 4 in the morning or anything was nice. 

And it was true, Moss had left about five minutes before Finny woke up. He left because he woke up in another cuddly position with his arms wrapped around Finny's waist and his forehead pressed against Finny's back. He quickly got up and left Finny's shirt folded for him before he navigated his way out of the house, feeling an intense cramp in his neck. He was careful to not make a sound as he left, since he wasn't sure whether or not Finny's mom was home. He hoped not, because Finny did have Noah over to presumably have sex, so with that in mind, he walked a bit more at ease. Once outside, he noted that it was around 6:50 and sighed. Every part of him didn't want to go to school; he didn't want to face Finny or Noah or the fact that he'd missed four football practices. He knew Coach would be hounding him soon enough and that wasn't something he wanted to deal with.

And after seeing Noah at Finny's, Moss decided that that was yet another thing he didn't want to deal with. Well, being friends with Noah, that is. Moss felt so sickened and somehow betrayed by Noah that he suddenly felt no desire whatsoever to reconcile their relationship. It was not a high priority on Moss' list, and he feared it would never be. He didn't want to look at Noah ever again, not after knowing where Noah had been with the boy he had feelings for.

Thinking of Noah and Finny having sex made Moss sick. Thinking of having slept on the same bed where they had said sex made him sicker. In hindsight, Moss shouldn't have went back to Finny's to spend the night, but he was far too needy. Moss was much like a lost puppy dog who craved reassurance and stability. He didn't want to leave things up in the air with Finny, and he wanted him to know that he would forgive him, even if a matter of forgiveness was not required. And he figured that by spending another night in Finny's bed, that it would do just that. 

It did. Finny felt rather comfortable with showing his face at school on that Tuesday. As far as Noah knew, Moss had no idea he was at Finny's. And while Finny assumed he and Moss were on good terms, he was still satisfied with the sex he had the previous night. Noah was refreshing and inexperienced, something Finny loved to toy with. Of course Noah knew the workings of sex with a man, as you do, but he was less than receptive to Finny being the top. Though, after a short amount of convincing, the two were having at it. Finny hadn't had sex for months, and forgot about how much he utterly adored it. He felt like a sex crazed monster as he thought about the next possible time he could meet with Noah. Without Moss finding out, of course. 

Upon arrival at school, after stopping home to change, Moss kept his head low and headed for the library to spend his free period. He knew Finny was also in that study hall and hoped that the boys could sit together, since Moss was pretty much out of options for people to sit with. The first person he saw when he walked in, however, was Noah. He made sure to scowl at him even though they weren't looking at each other, then he walked to sit at a round table far away from his former friend. Moss pulled out some supplies to make it look as if he was doing work, when in reality, he was ruminating over every little thing Finny had ever said or done.