Not My Congressman (ManxMan)

Chapter 16

"I'm sorry." Wyatt said again, his eyes looked so genuine, so vulnerable, so truly transparent. Finn had known him all his life yet somehow this Wyatt seemed different from his usual; like the raw, bare version. "Do you forgive me?"

"Do you promise me you'll never, ever insult me or undermine me in front of your friends or colleagues ever again?" Finn asked firmly, wagging an accusatory finger at him as he narrowed his scrutinizing bright green gaze at the handsome blond.

"I promise." Wyatt said as he locked eyes with Finn. Finn glanced up at him, feeling his cheeks heat up as he blushed for reasons unknown to him. Wyatt had been so close to him for so long, his senses had all but accustomed themselves to the pungent smell of alcohol permeating from his breath.

"Then I forgive you..." Finn whispered, a slight smile creeping across his face as he watched Wyatt grin wide like a child on Christmas morning. There was something so different about drunk Wyatt; he was sweet, almost infantile.

Wyatt giggled like a little schoolboy as he randomly took Finn into his arms, engulfing him with his muscular arms and hugging him tightly into his body. Finn felt his head go into and absolute tailspin, the mix of Wyatt's skin against his and the sensation of his dissipated aftershave mixed with a subtle brick wall of tequila. He let himself feel Wyatt's warmth until it slowly donned on him just how strange this all was. Wyatt was drunk out of his mind, standing in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs and Finn was wearing shorts and a t-shirt with a jockstrap underneath.

"Wyatt... I... I should go..." Finn whispered into Wyatt's naked shoulder, feeling the taller man's heartbeat against his body.

"One night..." Wyatt whispered softly into Finn's ear. "Give me one night..."

"One night for what?" Asked Finn, a strand of his dark hair falling into his eyes as he pried himself out of Wyatt's gentle but strong embrace.

"Stay with me just for one night... I don't want to be alone..." Wyatt whispered softly, he was so raw, so unfiltered like this. Finn didn't know whether he liked it or hated it; in a way he liked seeing Wyatt candid and in his true form, but he also couldn't help but feel uncomfortable that he didn't know what was happening in the situation.

"Okay. I'll crash on your couch." Finn chuckled awkwardly; a wide grin blossoming over Wyatt's face.

"Or you could crash in my bed..." Wyatt slurred as he bit his lower lip instinctively. "It's big enough! We all used to crash together as kids, it'll be like the when we were kids." Wyatt explained innocently.

"Alright, fine." Finn chuckled at him, almost endeared by his childish drunken stubbornness. "But can we go to bed, This week has been exhausting."

Wyatt grabbed him by the hand and led him towards his bedroom as though it was nothing; though Finn was getting a stress headache from the inscrutable sexual tension. Wyatt was straight; or at least as far as Finn was aware. He was engaged to a girl, with a vagina. But if he was completely straight, why did he try to talk to him on Grindr? Why did he exchange his own pictures with him? Was Wyatt Montgomery perhaps not as homophobic as Finn thought; Was he perhaps not as straight as Finn thought.

"We can both sleep here." Wyatt smiled as he stumbled drunkenly to the other side of the bed and climbed in over the covers. "Well... You gonna get in or not?"

"Oh um..." Finn rubbed his arm awkwardly, glancing around the room and away from Wyatt's very prominent deck print, clearly visible in his pants. "Could I maybe... borrow something to wear? Like an oversized t-shirt or anything really."

"Why don't you just wear your underwear." Wyatt suggested indifferently with a shrug; probably because unlike Finn he remained blissfully ignorant that Finn had nothing but a pair of black jockstraps under the already short khaki shorts.