thirty four

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Shit, was the only thing going through Moss' mind, repeating over and over and over again.

Moss stayed still, breathing heavily into the crook of Finny's neck for a few moments, trying to not only compose himself, but come up with the best course of action. His mind was a bit preoccupied with the previously stated words, shit, shit, shit! but he still managed to make his way off of Finny as easily as possible. He simply fell onto his side with a huff, letting his back hit Finny's firm bed roughly. Finny squirmed in his own spot for a moment, bringing his hands to his face to cover the redness that stemmed from embarrassment, as well as wipe some sweat away. Saying their current situation was uncomfortable was a severe understatement.

After seconds of contemplation and regret, Finny sighed and turned his body in an attempt to stand up. He was grunting the whole time, yet somehow managed to get to his feet, though his legs were shaky and weak from his previous encounter with Moss. "I'm going to, um. . . Well, I have to go to that appointment with my mom, and—"

"Phineas!" A voice boomed throughout the house. Finny chuckled and pointed towards his door.

"—My mom is probably waiting for me," he laughed, opening up his messy closet and reaching in to grab some new articles of clothing. Moss sat up straight and brushed his mangled hair from his eyes, noting that he really should get a haircut. He nodded and watched as Finny struggled at trying to shimmy and slide his pants off, then nearly collapsed when trying to pull them off his ankles.

He really did nearly collapse, and he would have had it not been for Moss. He shot up off Finny's bed and ran to his friends side, catching him before he hit the floor in a heap. Finny gripped Moss' arms dearly and moaned in pain, frustration, and embarrassment. "Christ," Finny muttered in a strained voice as Moss kept a strong grip around his waist. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," Moss whispered, standing Finny up straight but not letting go of his waist. Finny's face was now clear of sexual-based redness and was purely filled with shame. "Why don't you just go sit on the bed, I'll help you put this new pair on—" Finny grunted and shook his head, trying to get out from Moss' hold.

"No," he said sternly, refusing to look Moss in the eyes. "I'm fine, I can do shit by myself."

"You literally look like you're in so much pain," Moss sighed, "you almost just fully wiped out—"

"Fuck off, Moss," Finny cried, slamming a fist into his friend's chest, "this is so fucking embarrassing." Moss stuck out his bottom lip and dropped his hands from Finny who was now covering his face yet again, pants still pooled around his ankles. Moss gently lifted his hand and slipped it underneath Finny's, cupping his cheek intimately.

"Just come on," Moss offered, wrapping his free arm around Finny's shoulders, guiding him to the bed. Exhausted, Finny allowed himself to be lead, and took a reluctant seat on the bed where he and Moss had just shared an intimate moment and confession. Moss then turned around and grabbed the pants Finny had chosen, bringing them back to the injured boy.

He knelt down in front of Finny and with great precision and care removed the pants from Finny's ankles, casting them aside afterwards. Finny gulped and rolled his eyes as a form of defense. "I wanted to change my underwear too but since I'm fucking useless at the moment, that doesn't seem possible." Moss glanced up at his friend with wide eyes.

"I can help you do that," Moss offered optimistically, truly just wanting to do whatever he could to aide. Finny rolled his eyes again and scoffed.

"I think this is plenty embarrassing for the day, thanks, though."

Moss shook his head and grabbed the new pair of pants, helping put Finny's legs in one at a time. He pulled them halfway up his calves and then stood up, grabbing Finny's underarms to stand him up as well. He then pulled the pants all the way up and zipped them while Finny stood, feeling completely helpless and mortified. Once finished, Moss looked up to meet his friend's eyes and smiled. "Not embarrassing at all," Moss said quietly.

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