𝙜𝙖𝙥 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙙𝙨 [finn wolfhard imagines]

𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙨 [2]*

It's been three months since that fateful night on the Whistler trip. Finn and I have been sticking to our plan, nobody has found out about us. It's way easier than we could have ever expected. We stay over at each other's houses all the time anyway, so it's super easy to just hang out in our basements alone and watch a movie or whatever, or just sneak out and have late-night adventures together without Alex or our brothers.

Right now, we're in his basement. A movie is playing on the TV, but we're too busy making out to pay any attention to it. Thanks to our circumstances, we're able to do this every day. It's like we're addicted to each other's lips. The frustration of not being able to show any romantic affection around anybody else has made moments like these even better. The anticipation we sit on all day until we get to be alone is ruthless, but it just makes kissing each other way more passionate. And stuff beyond kissing, we've been doing that too.

It's been almost three weeks since we first did it. Breaking that barrier down has been really fucking magical. That's the best way I can describe it: fucking magical. Sure, we have to be pretty quiet and have had to stop a few times when we thought somebody might be up, but other than that it's been really great. We've been doing it like every other night. I think we both really suck at taking it slow, but we're already best friends so there aren't many other ways we can get closer than this.

Back to what we're doing right now, I'm straddled in Finn's lap, his hands all over my waist and butt. My hands tangle in his messy curls, holding him close to me as our tongues caress against each other's lips. I progress to kissing his neck, gently peppering kisses and sucking his soft, pale skin. His hoodie has already been discarded leaving him shirtless and allowing me to touch his chest. I start leaving small hickeys on his collarbones, making sure they're in a place where nobody will notice. It's one of our rules to make sure nobody finds out, no visible hickeys allowed.

Finn's fingers dig into the skin on my hips, pulling me closer as I suck his neck. I've figured out that his neck is his sensitive spot, it almost always makes his breathing get all heavy. His fingers trail upwards on the hem of my sweatshirt. He pulls the article up over my head, and we both laugh when it gets caught on my head. He yanks it off, leaving my hair messily covering my face. Finn fixes my messy strands of naturally wavy dirty blonde hair. His hands then wander south as I reconnect my lips to his. His long fingers tease my bare chest. I wasn't wearing a bra, lucky for him.

As our kisses deepen, I begin to grind my hips into his groin. I can feel his bulge through the fabric of my pajama shorts. He tries not to moan as I can feel him start to get hard. I love doing this to him, the feeling of him growing underneath my movements is my biggest turn-on. I can already tell that this is most definitely leading to sex. It's been three days since we last did it, so we're both hornier than usual.

Suddenly, the basement lights turn on. The light switch is across the room. 

Somebody just caught us.

It feels like the world around me is in slow motion as my thoughts race. First, I figure out that the person who turned on the switch has to be either one of Finn's parents or his sister. I'm not sure which one would be worse. Either way, we're pretty much screwed.

Covering myself is a second thought, getting off of Finn's lap might just be a horrible idea since he's already rock hard. The next thing I do is look to see who it is.

My worst fear is confirmed. It's Alex.

She stands there, frozen, staring at us in disbelief. Nobody says anything for a couple of seconds that feel like fucking centuries.

Then she speaks.

"What the fuck did I just walk in on?"

Finn gulps, internally panicking. I reach for my sweatshirt and quickly put it on.