Not My Congressman (ManxMan)

Chapter 4

"Finn... Hey... Finny... Snowflake... Buddy?"

    Finn whimpered slightly as he felt consciousness slowly descend onto his limp body. He blinked his eyes open gradually as the world around him slowly came into focus; glancing up with a disoriented look in his eyes as he saw a handsome confused face before him.

"W-what happened?" Finn stammered, still clearly in a daze as the concern faded from Wyatt's baby blue; replaced by the signature smirk that Finn was more used to seeing on that gorgeous, attractive, unsettlingly chiseled handsome face.

"You passed out." Wyatt whispered softly, his bright blue eyes scanning Finns face as the smirk remained unfazed. The haze slowly began to dissipate from Finn's muddled head. He remembered it all...

    He remembered standing in front of the photo of a younger shirtless Wyatt carrying him in his arms, a slight smile tugging on the corners of his lips as the memories flooded back to him...

"C'mon fruitcake." Taunted a seventeen year old Wyatt as a younger and far more timid fifteen year old Finn stood awkwardly by the edge of the pool, blushing embarrassedly.

    It was a family tradition for the Callaghans to spend the Fourth of July weekend with the Montgomerys in their family home in Savannah, Georgia. It was a beautiful old port city rich with a dark history. Finn loved going to Savannah because he got to see Sawyer; his childhood friend and Wyatt's brother. Wyatt was always just kind of there; he was Finn's older brother Aidans age and granted that he was three years older they never really interacted much past 'hi', 'bye' and 'can you pass the mashed potatoes'.

"Come on fruitcake, get in. The waters fine, ain't it." Wyatt smirked with an inexplicable flirtatiousness in his bright blue eyes. It was this flirty form of homophobia that Finn hated most; he almost found it tormenting to have something unattainable dangled like that. He'd almost rather have Wyatt call him a 'fag' outright and punch him in the face; at least then he could hate the handsome boy without having this inexplicable sexual tension.

"I don't want to..." Finn mumbled, his bright green eyes downcast so as to not stare at the handsome, tall, and muscle-bound Wyatt.

"C'mon Finny, be a man for once." Aidan chuckled teasingly as he lightly shoved his little brother.

"I don't want to." He glared up at his older brother.

"You don't want to be a man?" Wyatt drawled teasingly with a cocked eyebrow. "Do you need a real man like me to show you what it means to be a man?" Finn glared at him through his bleached blond hair, his dark black roots barely growing in from his last depression induced hair bleaching.

He locked eyes with Wyatt, flinching slightly in shock as he watched the handsome taller boy wink at him. It was things like this that confused Finn even more; Wyatt would degrade him, effeminate him, taunt him; but there was always this strange homoerotic undertone constantly omnipresent in his tone. "Take your shirt off and jump in the pool, or you can go join the rest of the women in the living room to gossip."

"Fine." Finn said as he tugged on the neckline of his t-shirt and tugged it over his face; thankfully for Wyatt his face was hidden from Finn's view, unable to see the handsome taller boy instinctively lick his lips at the sight of Finn's perfectly sculpted body, yet slender and meek body.

"Atta boy. That wasn't so hard was it?" Wyatt smirked, earning him a scowl from the adorable smaller boy, and a snicker from Aidan.

    Wyatt's smirk faltered as he watched Sawyer, his younger brother, sneak up behind Finn. A part of Wyatt hated that Sawyer was closer to Finn, while he was closer to Aidan. Just as Wyatt parted his lips to stop his brother, it was all too late.