Not My Congressman (ManxMan)

Chapter 22

With his hands rested on his hips Finn glanced through the mess that was Wyatt's closet; mentally strategzsing as though he were a four-star general planning to attack across enemy lines. He saw a mess of button-down shirts; ranging from solid colored formal shirts for work, to less formal frat-boy button downs with some form or the other of checkered pattern in varying in colors. He cringed to himself, remembering high school Wyatt that was a strange mix of Deep South 'redneck' in light wash jeans, camo, neon orange hunting caps and Carhartt jackets one moment, and preppy Southern boy in Abercrombie and Hollister and jeans the next.

He glanced over his shoulder for a second to the back of the closet; the side that Wyatt had cleared out for Finn's clothes to go; it was all perfectly in order; suits, then dress shirts, then casual wear and t-shirts. All neatly color coded like a whole ass pride flag. Red to violet. Wyatt's side on the other hand just looked so straight boy.

It had been exactly a week since Finn's surgery, and almost a week since Finn agreed to give Wyatt a chance; to give them a chance. Finn was weary of it all, and naturally so. The last time Finn had a "boyfriend", it was an utter disaster and left him a scarred and emotionally unavailable sex-crazed love skeptic for the next seven years. But everything about Wyatt was so different from Finn's abusive ex; he was caring, gentle, loving, doting, and was driving Finn absolutely fucking insane.

Wyatt basically forced Finn to move in with him, on agreement that he was allowed to move back in once the Cardiologists gave him to okay to go back to his normal routine post operation. He felt fine; hell, he felt more than fine. But nonetheless Wyatt treated him like his delicate little Snowflake; weary that he might melt away just as he almost did a week prior.

With a huff Finn began rearranging the shirts into some semblance of an organized system in order of type and color. When Wyatt was home Finn could barely get up to go to the bathroom without Wyatt watching to insure he was alright. At night he would hold Finn, wrapping in his warm and loving embrace; barely letting go till his God-awful iPhone alarm sounded for them to wake up. So that only left the eight hours of the day when Wyatt was on Capitol Hill for Finn to do something; anything really, he wasn't picky at this point.

Finn Callaghan hated two things. People, and the idea of sitting idly and doing absolutely nothing. Now most people would welcome the concept of the doctor ordering a few weeks of only light work, sitting at home, and watching Netflix all day; but not Finn. Every day when Wyatt would leave he'd find something or the other to do; a deep clean of the kitchen, bathrooms, every room in the house. It was a large house originally meant for the entire Montgomery family when Grandpa Sam was serving his time as Senator; but now that just Wyatt was staying here it ha turned into a man cave of sorts. It was clean, but there was no real feeling of home. Like a really fancy and clean frat house.

"Boo." Finn flinched as he heard that all too familiar husky southern drawl, feeling two strong muscular arms engulfing him from behind as Wyatt lovingly nuzzled into the nape of Finn's neck.

"You know, just because I don't pass out whenever you scare me, doesn't give you free reign to sneak up on me like, all the time.." Finn muttered with play anger, squeaking adorably as he felt Wyatt spank him playfully on the backside. 

"Have you been a bad boy, Snowflake?" Wyatt asked teasingly, earning him a chuckle for the dark haired boy.

"Yes, daddy." Finn rolled his eyes, biting his lip teasingly.

"You know the doctor said no heavy lifting or work..." Wyatt mumbled as kissed and sucked on Finn's neck.

"Rearranging a closet isn't exactly heavy work." Finn muttered sassily, earning him another playful spank on the ass.