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It's almost hitting midnight and Noah still can't sleep.
He's been lying in bed for hours, overheating and stripped down to his underwear as the air conditioning unit fails to relieve the above-ideal temperature.
He's tried everything; listening to ASMR, watching tv, reading, meditating. He'd even spent time in the shower doing his dreaded cleaning routine that usually never failed to make him feel spent, but Noah's eyes are still wide open.
It doesn't make sense why he's staying up so late. It was a big day on set, shooting a bunch of scenes that dragged on and made him want to take a nap right there, but now, laying in his trailer, sleep seems to be so far out of reach.
He reaches for his phone again, hoping to find something, anything, that'll help him doze off.
finn: hey
He raises an eyebrow, rolling over and propping his phone up on the bed. He enters their chat.
what are you doing up
could say the same about you
🙄
cant sleep
yeah me too
whyd u text
do i need a reason now?
when its 12am yeah
i wanna talk to you
sue me
Noah's face flushes, pinky blush spreading to his cheeks and heating up his skin. Over the past few months of filming, old feelings for Finn had started bubbling up again.
It was a lot easier to push them away while not shooting on set, but being this close to each other almost every day makes it a billion times more difficult to fight the emotions he's been trying to silence over the course of their 'friendship'.
It's not like it was some weird, unwaranted crush. There had been a few times where Noah had been drunk, Finn equally so, and one thing may have led to another, but it ultimately meant nothing.
The bottom line is; Noah thinks about Finn sober, and Finn... Finn doesn't do the same.
okay ill play along
what do you wanna talk about
hmm
was talking w joe abt interstellar today
u watched it?
duh
attitude much?
i dont have an attitude
sure
just bratty then
Noah lets out a shocked choke of air. He must be wasted, he thinks, why else would he be pulling this shit?
r u drunk
what?
no dude
cld be keen though
u wanna drink on a work night?
finny ur insane
huh
we dont have shoot tmrw
wdym
call sheet said we were doing ep 4
oh yea but like
at 10pm or some bs
plenty of recovery time
brooo
come over
His heart jolts.
ur a bad influence
please itll be fun
Noah's not about to trap himself into this again. If he was going to hangout with Finn, alone, he couldn't be drunk. He couldn't do this to himself again.
im not drinking
ok so dont drink
come we'll watch a movie
relax n stuff
ill even let you pick
Noah hesitates. What exactly was this? Would he be sleeping there? Or is this just going to be a situation of getting tired enough to amble home and collapse into his own bed?
noah
reply
please
noahhhhh
is ur ac working
yeah
ur coming?
give me 10
5
oh my god
see you in 5
Noah heaves a sigh and slips out of bed, quickly tugging on a shirt and some gray sweats. He debates on a hoodie, eventually throwing a baby blue one on and hooking the hood over his fluffed up hair.
He quickly adjusts some stray strands around his forehead and slips on his slides, pocketing his phone and quietly exiting the trailer.
The night air is humid and stuffy. Shouldn't have brought this fucking hoodie, he thinks. Pebbles and twigs crinkle under the plastic shoes, feet stepping out of time with his racing heartbeat.
Finn's trailer peeks into view, soft yellow lighting emanating through the sheer curtain shielding the main window. Noah's feet find themselves right outside Finn's door, one hand slipping out his pocket to give a gentle rap.
The door swings open, and there's Finn. His hair is just as messy as Noah's, maybe worse, torso exposed while blue plaid pants dangle down his legs.
"Hey, come on in," Finn moves aside, giving Noah barely enough room to slip through. Their arms brush. Noah wonders if it's intentional, "Want any snacks?"
"Depends, whatchu you got?" Noah eyes Finn's bed and settles onto it, legs and arms stretching out. The trailer is nice and cooling, the air conditioning unit pumping at a solid rate.
"Let's see," He digs through the cabinets, opening doors and pulling out assorted bags, "Literally just chocolate and chips, man." Noah chuckles softly, toying with his hair,
"That's okay, bring 'em here." Finn scoops a few packets into his arms and meanders over to the bed, dropping the snacks lightly beside Noah's lap, "I would come here more often if I knew I'd get this treatment."
"Well, now you know." Finn drops down beside him, manspreading and bumping his knee into Noah's clothed leg while doing so. Noah expects Finn to move. He doesn't.
Instead, Finn picks up the tv remote from his bedside table and flicks the big screen on, "So, what're we watching?"
"Oh shit, forgot it was my choice- uh... wait, just give it to me," Noah holds his hand out for the remote, his fingers knotting around Finn's accidentally as he takes the black device, "Let's see..."
He opens up HBO Max and scrolls through, attention immediately caught by the image of two men in hockey gear.
"That's that gay show about those sports rivals, right?" Finn asks. Noah pretends like he's never heard of it.
"Oh, right. Yeah, dunno, haven't heard of it. Is it good?"
"I think so. Pretty, uh... sexual."
"Oh. Maybe not, then." Noah continues scrolling through, jotting between many different pictures, but nothing captures his attention quite like the strong muscles bursting through jerseys and hockey sticks skidding on ice.
"Oh my god- come on, Noah. There's got to be something."
"You said I get to choose."
"Yeah, preferably within the next three hours, though."
"Shut up." He refreshes back to the home page. The show flashes up once more, "Should we just watch this? You said it's good, yeah?"
"Dude, it's like- all sex scenes."
"Is that an issue?"
"I mean, like- no. No, I guess not." Finn shuffles awkwardly, "Okay, yeah, chuck it on." The TV makes a sound of registration as Noah clicks play, "Pass me the M&M's?"
Noah does so. The bag crinkles as it opens, and Finn pours a generous amount of the rainbow coloured sweets directly from the bag down his throat as Noah watches.
"Gross." He shakes his head and settles down a little to watch the TV at a low volume, pulling the drawstrings of his hoodie taught.
Suddenly, an arm comes up around Noah's shoulders with a rustle, and the bag appears in front of him; an offering.
"You want some?" Noah can see saliva rimming the plastic wrapping, and he almost grabs the bag with full force and brings it hungrily to his mouth.
"Your saliva is all over it, Finn." He leans away from the bag and towards the boy, pressing his head to Finn's upper arm.
"Oh so now you're scared of my spit?" Noah swallows hard, wondering if now would be the perfect time to bolt out the door and back to his own bed.
"It's different when that stuff's plastered over some plastic candy bag." Finn drops M&M's carefully onto the bedside table, managing to keep the remaining pebbles secure inside the packet. Finn's fingers now ghost over Noah's shoulder, the touch almost nonexistent through the layers of fabric, but there nonetheless.
"Why's it different?" Finn laughs out, genuinely asking. Noah just huffs and shuffles his head a little closer.
"Just... watch the damn show."
"Wait- no," Before Noah can do anything, Finn's other hand reaches over and grabs the remote, pressing pause, "What's so different about an indirect kiss to a normal kiss?"
Oh, we're actually doing this.
"It's the intention, I'm not about to taste your slobber all over a random piece of plastic." Finn's arm is still over his shoulder, tentatively dragging his fingers over Noah's sweater while staring contemplatively ahead.
"What, so you think it's gross when it's not, like, lips-on-lips?" Finn's voice is lower now, precarious; attempting to unknot a conversation that they've yet to have about their drunken mishaps.
"I mean, yeah? Even that's kinda gross." Finn's eyebrow tilts as his head swivels to look at Noah, "Don't you find the idea of kissing weird?" Finn just shrugs, settling their bodies a little closer.
"Not really. It's good. Maybe you just haven't had enough practice."
"Oh, my experience is just fine."
"Maybe you just need to make out with people who actually know what they're doing, then." Noah throws his head to the side skeptically.
"Sure, Finn."
"I know, you should practice with me more. You think I'm a good kisser." Noah's heart jolts, and suddenly the space between them feels very, very small.
"I'm probably the only one who's ever thought that."
"What are you talking about?" Finn says defensively, voice pitched a little higher, and a little more vulnerable. Noah chooses his next words carefully,
"I dunno." Maybe too carefully.
"Bro, come on." Noah just shakes his head and rolls his eyes, sinking back down into the bed. Finn's arm follows his dropping shoulders, resting securely now, "I know Millie thinks I'm shit."
"Exactly." Noah laughs a little, hiding his mouth with the collar of his hoodie, "You were, like, sixteen though. Nobody's a good kisser at sixteen."
"I bet you were."
"Get out." Noah scoffs, attempting to be stern, but the words come out fond, outer corners of his mouth betraying gravity as they pull upwards.
Silence stalls for a moment as Finn lets out a few small puffs of laughter. Then,
"Hey." Noah sees Finn's head turn towards him in his peripheral vision. He meets his eyes, brown and droopy.
"What?" He mumbles in response, focused on training his eyes away from Finn's parted lips.
"I feel like we haven't talked about it."
"About what?"
"Like... us."
"Uh- what about," Noah puts his hands up slightly to make quotation mark gestures, "'us' exactly?" Finn lets out a sigh, small enough to be accidental, although Noah can tell he's thinking. He always can.
"Um... well, I dunno, I guess maybe you might want to talk about stuff that's happened when we're, like, drunk or whatever." He's stumbling over his words, fingers back to fiddling at the fabric on Noah's shoulder anxiously.
"Oh. I... like you said, we were drunk. It doesn't matter."
"Right- right, it's just that..." He clears his throat, eyes blaring into Noah's, like daggers about to strike down into his pearlescent scleras, "Fuck, never mind." He averts his gaze and goes to flick the TV back on,
"Wait, no, Finn- come on..." Finn just groans and throws his head back into the headboard, tossing the remote aside, "Just say it." His head tilts back up, and now his skin is redder than ever.
"Do you, like... do anything with Gaten and Caleb?"
Noah frowns, "Like...?"
"Like- like this. Coming over because you can't sleep, and making out at parties, and lying like this and stuff." Anxious sweat begins to pool underneath Noah's hoodie, drowning his skin in the slick substance.
"I- uh... no. No, not with them."
"Why?" Noah tugs at his collar, desperately trying to filter in some fresh air for his strangled body.
"It's just different. I don't know." He makes the move to sit up quickly, and begins to tug his hoodie off, clawing at the fabric as it rips off his head and falls to the floor. Finn's arm has flopped to his lap, and Noah just sits cross-legged facing him.
"Why?"
"Why does there have to be a reason? You're just... we're just..." He trails off, mouth falling open with no words left to say. Finn bites his bottom lip solemnly, brow furrowing lightly across his forehead.
"I guess I just... I guess I wanted to know if this is just a drunken thing, or, like, something. Because neither of us are drunk right now- or, no, well- I know I'm not drunk, I don't know about you-"
"I'm not drunk." He stops rambling. "You're the one that invited me over to drink."
"Right. Sorry." Finn shakes his head quickly, "That was stupid, by the way. Good thing you said no." Now Noah's brow is furrowing.
"No, it's not stupid. Drinking's great, just... not tonight."
"I still don't get that, by the way." Noah just tilts his head, confused. "You not wanting to drink. You're usually all over the booze."
"Wow, so I'm an alcoholic now?" Noah leans back into a chuckle, holding onto his calves for support as his gravity re-centres. Finn rolls his eyes.
"No. But, I thought about it, and we don't really drink together. Like, alone. It's only around other people." Finn goes on fidgeting with the seams of his plaid pyjama pants, gaze falling onto Noah's face earnestly. "I dunno if it's on purpose, like- is it because we..." He licks his lips and dares a look to Noah's mouth, then back up, "you know."
Noah can feel his heartbeat thumping ridiculously rapidly now, like a drum has been planted in the hollow of his chest and Finn was slamming the stick down onto it like a madman. He purses his lips and gives a small sigh,
"I just feel like alcohol makes us do things we both regret."
"I don't regret anything." Noah's pupils fly wide, and he looks to the black-haired boy like he's just heard a ghost in the room.
But it's just Finn.
Finn's words, so raw and impossibly truthful. His head shakes, "I don't. I... think that might be why I tried to get you to drink. I wanted it to happen again."
"It?" Noah plays dumb, afraid to admit to wishing the same thing.
"Us... you know, making out." It comes out almost as a whisper, but the words registers like sirens in Noah's frantic mind. "I thought doing that shit sober would freak you out, but, uh... here I am. Freaking you out."
"You're not freaking me out." The words slip before Noah can catch them on his tongue, "I mean- I don't... I kinda feel the same."
Finn's breath hitches, then he sighs, "...I feel like I'm gonna read this wrong if I say anything." He admits. "Can you, like, tell me what you're thinking? We can forget about it all in the morning if you want, it just really feels like there's something more to this. I mean, you're here, in my trailer, past midnight, you were lying next to me while I had my arm around you, and now we're talking about making out at parties. And I just said I wanted to do that again." Noah stares, "And now you're staring at me like that."
"I'm not staring at you like anything. I'm just- I don't want to ruin what we have. As friends. These things never end well, and I- I care about you too much to lose you over some random 'friends with benefits' situation."
Finn's expression is overtaken with confusion, "Who said anything about 'friends with benefits'? I never said that."
"You implied it."
"I think I said I'm trying to make out with you." Butterflies flit around in Noah's stomach, wings flapping against the fleshy interior.
"You did not say that." He snickers a little, attempting to relieve the growing tension in his body.
"I implied it."
"What, so- so we just make out again, and forget about it the next day, and keep doing it until we both get bored? Or it goes horribly wrong because I know- I know I can't keep this to a friendly thing, and that's all you're looking for."
Finn oggles at Noah. Noah breathes raggedly at Finn.
"I didn't think you'd want anything more than that." He's clearly taken aback, like this revelation has just hit him like a truck. The truck that Noah's been driving steadily for the past few years of his life.
"Well, I know I would. Which is why I can't." The silence hangs in the air, dead and cold. Noah takes a deep breath of air and rubs his thighs before looking pointedly at the TV, "So, are we gonna watch this thing, or should I go back to my trailer now?"
"So you don't want to just... make out." Noah sighs exasperatedly, thinking he'd weaselled his way out of this conversation, but Finn could be so stupid and stubborn.
"No." Finn sits up at this, back hunching a little as some of it rests against the headboard.
"We can- we can do more. I'm fine with whatever, I mean, I haven't really tried, like, the sex stuff, but-"
"Oh my god, Finn- no, that's not what I mean." He blurts too fast, and Finn's face sinks. Noah feels like he's just taken a needle to the inflating balloon that is Finn's confidence, "I mean, like, dating."
"Oh."
"Yeah. I mean, as much as I think you'd be great in bed, I can't do another one of these non-committal things. Not with you." Finn looks down and nods, brow taught. Like christmas lights, Finn's eyes flash, and he looks back at Noah,
"Okay then, let me take you out."
"What?" Noah sputters, unable to comprehend the words he's just heard. He almost looks around the room to see if somebody else around here asked, quickly deciding against it.
"I'll take you out. On a date. To the movies or something." Noah scans Finn's face for any sign of sarcasm or humor, but he only finds earnestness.
"This feels out of the blue." Protect your peace, Noah, protect your peace.
"I would've asked sooner, but-" Finn scratches the back of his neck, letting his hand rest behind his head, "I didn't know how you felt about it all." Noah smiles.
"You're so stupid." Finn scoffs at this, eyes flying wide with faux offence.
"Whoah, fine, I take it back then." Noah just rolls his eyes and giggles. Really giggles, the type of laughter that only Finn was ever able to draw out of him. "C'mere." He holds his arm out, signalling for Noah to take his place under it. He starts to move, but stops himself,
"Wait. So, we're gonna go... on a date."
"If you want."
"Just you and me?"
Finn laughs, open mouthed. "That's kinda the point, Noah."
"Right."
"That cool?"
"Yeah."
"You gonna lie down now?"
"Yeah."
"So c'mere." Noah smiles cutely when he nestles back under Finn's touch, resting his head against the familiar shoulder once more. Now free of his hoodie, Finn's fingers slip around the cuff of Noah's t-shirt and fiddle with the lining, "Want any of these snacks?" Noah shakes his head, and Finn shoves them to the floor haphazardly.
"...You gonna turn the show on?"
"Oh, something's turned on alright." Noah begins to laugh at the corny pun, pausing when Finn's hand trails to the back of Noah's neck, fingers swirling around the curls at the nape.
"Finny..." Noah breathes out through a chuckle, leaning into Finn's touch as he tilts his head towards the boy. Their faces are close, close enough now to feel the warm breath of one another on their chapped lips. They lick their own in sync.
"I really wanna kiss you." Finn mumbles out, eyes trained on Noah's mouth. Noah doesn't notice, too preoccupied on looking at Finn's.
Maybe it's Finn's fingers on him, or his crippling want for touch, or Finn wanting to touch back, or just Finn as a whole, but something tells him not to retort. To not fight it, not run.
To face the fear of getting hurt and hope that love takes over.
"So do it."
Fingers trap the back of his neck as Noah's tugged forward by a strong grip. The fleeting movement passes and crashes with Finn's lips smashing into Noah's.
They greedily try to feel each other as much as possible to make up for lost time, teeth biting and scratching haphazardly with the pent-up want finally fizzing into the room.
A wet muscle slips under Noah's front lip, and Finn's tongue begins to re-familiarise itself with the interior of Noah's teeth and gums. Noah pushes back, slotting his own between Finn's lips and cherishing the feeling of their sloppy mouths eating each other senseless.
Finn's other hand finds Noah's cheek and cradles his head carefully as he flips Noah onto his back with one strong push. Noah yelps into Finn's mouth, making him pull apart for just a second. Finn's grinning above him, one knee nestled between his legs.
"You good?" He sputters out through a laugh, and Noah doesn't reply verbally, just nods his head and giggles. Finn smirks as they both die down, then dives back onto Noah.
Noah's fingers find their way to grasp at Finn's curls, pulling between pants and gasps at the hairs, tugging the scalp taut.
He couldn't resist, not when Finn would groan every time he yanked just the right amount.
Finn's hand snakes away from Noah's face, continuing to chew away at his lips as his fingers slip underneath Noah's shirt and flay out across the supple skin.
As their lips dance, Finn's fingers tiptoe down until they hit the waistband of Noah's sweats, pawing at the inconvenient barrier.
"Finn-"
"Noah." Finn interrupts, fidgeting with the waistband, "Can I?"
"I mean- I mean yeah, of course." Before Noah knows it, his pants and boxers slap onto the floor and Finn's fingers slip around him.
And this must be heaven, Noah thinks.
How could anything feel better than this?
A thumb slips over his tip, making him whine into Finn's mouth and tilt his head back.
Finn takes the opportunity to trail kisses down Noah's neck, finding a particularly tender piece of flesh and biting down.
"Fuck, Finn-" Noah hisses, hips tightening at the stinging sensation that's quickly remedied by a strong lick over the teeth marks.
"Taste so good," He grumbles into Noah's neck, finding fresh spots and chomping into the flesh, remedying the wounds with his tongue.
"Taste's better somewhere else..." Finn's hand stops moving over his throbbing length. Not leaving, just suddenly still. A barely audible whine from Finn makes Noah's dick twitch embarrassingly. Finn's lips rise to flit around his ear,
"You ever been eaten out before?" He murmurs, hot breath waterfalling into Noah's ear.
"Um- yeah, once."
"You like it?" Teeth find his earlobe, the small nibbles making goosebumps jitter down Noah's neck.
"Yeah. What, you- you wanna try?"
"You fucking bet I wanna try." His voice has dropped to a growl, one that emanates into Noah's soul and goes right to the heat between his legs that's still enwrapped by Finn's hand.
Finn lets out an unexpected groan of frustration into the nook of Noah's neck, nose nuzzling into the skin. Noah's palm strokes across the back of Finn's head once, gentle.
"What?" He laughs out softly.
"Gonna have to wait for you to shower and everything. Fucking annoying." A smirk glides across Noah's lips.
"Finn, I don't need to shower." Finn's head raises slowly from his neck, an unreadable expression plastered on his face.
Confusion? Misunderstanding? Lust?
"I- I mean- I... I'm ready and stuff. Well, not, like, prepped ready but- it's all clean." Finn's eyes widen, and Noah notes the tension the hand around his dick suddenly obtains, squeezing tighter.
"Did you- were you expecting something to happen tonight?" Finn mutters, thumbing over Noah's tip teasingly and intentionally, making him melt into the sheets.
"No, it was before I even read your text. Couldn't sleep, and doing that usually help me better. Didn't work, though."
"And that's why you're here."
"I guess so." Finn's eyebrows tilt.
"What, not just because you couldn't sleep?"
"No." Noah swallows, twitching a little at the subtle stimulation underscoring their conversation, "I like hanging out with you." Finn grins stupidly.
"I like hanging out with you too, Noah." He presses another slick kiss to Noah's neck, and slides his fingers painstakingly off of Noah's pulsing length. His now both cup Noah's face.
"Wha- Finn, come on-" He's shut up with a strong mouth coming to meet his own, unsaid words dissolving between Finn's lips in a sigh.
"Can't jerk you off and eat you out at the same time." He says arrogantly into the small space between their lips.
"You absolutely can. That's a very possible situation, actually."
"Not from here," Finn gives one final long, sloppy kiss before pushing himself up and off of Noah. He pauses on the bed in front of him, dragging his gaze along the covered flesh of Noah's torso, "You should take your clothes off."
"Not even a please," Noah tuts under his breath as he sits up and curls his fingers beneath the hem of his shirt.
"Please." Finn's voice is low, growling and animalistic, though in this word, there's also a sense of, is that... vulnerability?
"There we go." The shirt comes off, then the pants, then the boxers, fleeing to the confines of the carpeted trailer floor. Finn's hand butterflies out over Noah's belly, fingers tracing patterns around his sternum. Finn chews his lower lip behind his front teeth.
"Fuck." Finn mumbles, eyes taking in the newfound sight before him. Noah's beginning to feel like some precious piece of art, one that only the artist is able to touch. And Finn's touching, alright, hands moving to clasp at Noah's waist. "You wanna flip?" A micro-expression of surprise tugs at Noah's eyebrow.
"If that's easier, yeah."
"It'll feel better." His brow furrows, "At least, I think it will. I dunno, haven't done this shit before."
"Only one way to find out." Noah shrugs out, and Finn's steady fingers roll him over until he's lying bare on his stomach, legs propping up his ass, back arched towards the mattress.
Two hands grip each of his cheeks respectively, pushing them away from each other and spreading himself wide and open.
"God-" Finn chokes out, the breath of air from the statement hitting Noah's skin and alerting him with how close Finn's face is to him right now.
A fact made further obvious when a long drag of Finn's tongue slips over him and forces a minute whimper out of his chest.
As his tongue drags up and down, Noah finds him self inadvertently pressing into the touch. Finn's hands hold him still, fingers clawing into the plump muscle on his ass.
"You were right, you know." Finn licks again, tongue scraping tentatively over Noah's entrance a few times over.
"Mmm- about what?" Noah groans into the pillow as Finn gently laps at him.
"About tasting better somewhere else."
Pressure amounts directly outside of Noah until it crashes inwards, Finn's tongue darting inside and flicking around carelessly. Noah's head continues to push itself into the pillows, his pathetic groans muffled by the fabric covering his mouth.
Finn slips in further, forcing the wet muscle forward to explore and tease, slipping around inside Noah's now-slickening walls. Noah groans. Finn groans back, vibrations from the sound waves shivering up Noah's spinal chord and hitting the parts of his brain that say don'tstopdon'tstopdon'tstop.
Finn's knuckles clench and straighten as his fingers knead the pillowy cheeks under his palms, careful enough to not let his fingernails dig in.
Noah bites down onto the fabric near his mouth, attempting to muffle the sick noises dribbling out of his throat as Finn's tongue's buried deep inside of him.
"Why can't I hear you anymore?" Finn grumbles before slipping back inside, and Noah fails to repress a whine.
"Tryna be quiet." Noah answers breathlessly, struggling to form a coherent answer with such a show going on between his legs.
"Don't. You sound good, wanna hear you." He flattens his tongue over Noah, and now there's another groan in response, unmuffled this time, "Yeah, that's better. Could really stretch you out, you know. If you wanted." Noah goes to respond, muted by a cocky press inside, Finn's tongue rounding circles around the muscle.
"I- uh, how?" Finn's grip leaves one of his cheeks, and now there's a pad of an index finger, Finn's index finger, circling around his hole.
"Can start with fingers. Work my way up."
"Work up to...?" The realisation hits, "Oh. Fuck, Finn- are you sure?"
"I'll fuck you so good if you let me, Noah, I swear." Now it sounds like he's begging, voice whiny and not unlike a puppy begging for his dinner. His tongue and mouth have stopped moving, forehead just pressed close to the small of Noah's back, "Please, baby- wanna have to help you walk tomorrow."
"Help me walk? All day? That's ambitious."
"I'll do it. I really will." Finn's finger nudges inwards, the tip up to his first knuckle absorbed into the slippery hole. Noah sighs and groans at the breach of contact, attempting to push back towards Finn by rolling his hips. Finn doesn't budge, "Is that a yes?"
"Yeah- oh, fuck-" His speech stalls in reaction as Finn's finger slips in all the way, in any way but a gentle one.
Finn grumbles, "So fucking tight, gonna have to take my time so I don't hurt you." Noah whines painfully, dreading the thought of lying here, Finn's fingers slowly stretching him out, while waiting for the real show. "What, you don't want me to take it slow?"
"Stop being a dick," He mumbles into the pillow. Finn just laughs.
"I'm not being a dick. Tryna be nice, actually. But if you say so..." Finn moves his finger back, pulling out entirely, making Noah's hips sink dejectedly. A firm hand presses against his lower stomach, lifting them back up before Finn aligns two fingers now.
Noah gasps at the pressure, and suddenly Finn's throws them inside with one swift movement.
"That better, baby?" Finn growls, scissoring his fingers inside the now-loosening grip they're nestled in.
"Baby? Where's that coming from?" Noah says flusteredly, blabbering the words out as he tries to maintain his composure.
"Just felt like saying it." He twists his fingers around while continuing to push them apart and back together, "You don't mind, do you?" Noah just shakes his head.
He mentally thanks god that his face is buried away; the burning heat engulfing his skin from beneath was definitely now visible on the surface.
"How many do you usually need?"
"Huh?" It's more of a breath than a word.
"How many more fingers before I can actually fuck you?" Noahs pupils blow wide, accidentally letting a whine slip as Finn's fingers hit a particularly delicate spot inside him. "If you still want to, I mean."
"Why- why wouldn't I want to?" He speaks too quickly, too desperate to make it clear that that's exactly what he's waiting for.
"You seem to be enjoying this just fine." He finds the spot again, pressing onto it with the pads of his fingers and Noah starts to wilt, back bending in on itself.
"Finny- can you- right there, god-"
"Like this?" The pressure moves, shifting side to side and Noah can feel his back starting to ache.
"Yeah, like that." Hitting the pressure point himself was always impossible, but Finn's fingers seem to find it like a moth drawn to light. Like... second nature, "God..."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Sorry." Noah apologises prematurely, subsequently realising he has no idea what he's apologising for, "What question?"
"How many fingers?" Oh.
"Three's... usually enough."
"Okay... I can do four if you need it." Noah finds the idea of Finn trying to push his entire fist inside appealing, but impossible. He'd never managed to make it that far before.
"Four's a lot."
"Good a lot or bad a lot?" Noah just sighs, finding himself revelling in the slender fingers shifting around and caressing the places he's always longed for Finn to touch. Even so, Noah still pushes for more.
"I... I dunno. But, try three now."
"You sure?" Finn's fingers begin to pull away, a third readying at the entrance.
"Pretty sure." They both laugh a little, and Finn nods. Three long, slender digits engulf themselves inside, pressing slowly and carefully inwards.
The tension change is much more drastic than Noah remembers it being. It would almost be hurting if Finn wasn't being so careful and tender with him, holding his stomach up so Noah doesn't have to worry about that too. He groans into the room when there's no more left to push in, Finn just sitting there against his prostate and ever-so-slightly tracing circles over it.
"How's that?" His voice is gentle now, like he knows just how taxing this situation can be at times. Noah tries to picture Finn in the same position as him, another guy three fingers deep into his ass, but the image just doesn't surface. "Noah? Talk to me, baby. Feeling good?"
Noah nods, throat clasped shut by an invisible force. Finn's fingers continue to brush against him, warm hand settled on his lower belly. "Verbal response would be great."
"Fuck off." He giggles breathlessly, tilting his head to rest his left cheek against the pillow. "I don't know how you expect me to talk like this."
"Like what?" Finn's voice holds a fake innocence that seems out of place in this situation (the situation being his fingers bottomed out inside of Noah like it's a casual weeknight).
"Just look at where your hand is, Finn."
"Already looking." Noah's heart flutters. Adrenaline pulses into his body as Finn's fingers stretch apart, his blood now seemingly pumping in time with the movements. "Looks fucking great, by the way."
"Oh my god." A flustered laugh pushes out of Noah's wet, red lips. "You're crazy."
"It'd be more crazy if I wasn't looking, dude."
"Calling me dude with your fingers in my ass. Wow." It's Finn's turn to laugh this time.
"Sorry. My brain isn't working so well right now."
"And why's that?"
"You're kinda hypnotising," Pressure continues to splay out over Noah's core, though less overwhelming now. The real problem is in his mind, listening to these words that Finn's spouting out about him. "Lying here, letting me do this with- with you. I can't really believe it, honestly."
"You've really thought about it that much?"
"Noah, you have no idea." He groans, starting to carefully push his forearm back and forth, "This is, like, unreal."
"Same, yeah." Finn's fingers gain more usability as everything begins to loosen. He stays slow, though, steady and working away at the walls.
"Yeah?"
"I just said yeah."
"God, not much of a talker, are you? Thought you'd be the opposite."
"What? Why?"
"Well, you usually never shut up." Noah rolls his eyes, grin spreading.
"That's so mean."
"I didn't say it was a bad thing." Finn's expression, out of Noah's line of sight, changes as he realises, "Actually, come to think of it, I haven't heard you speaking that much lately. Well, as much as you used to."
"I speak." Noah says defiantly, "I mean, maybe not around you."
"Why's that?" Noah doesn't answer, softly groaning onto his pillow as Finn splits his fingers, "I make you nervous or something?"
"Are we really having this conversation right now?" He sighs out, dissatisfied with the replacement of dirty talk with actual conversation.
"When else do you want me to ask? While I'm fucking you?" He says sarcastically. Noah blushes further.
"Definitely not." Finn tilts his head to the side and catches a glimpse of Noah's face, red as ever.
"Oh, I totally do make you nervous. You're red as shit." Noah doesn't respond, just grunts and tips his head back into the pillow. Finn just laughs and moves his head back to its previous position. "You're funny."
"You're an idiot." He mumbles through the pillow.
"And you're blushing." Noah buries his head between the crooks of his elbows, forearms resting over his hair. "Hey, what'd I say about wanting to hear you?"
"Nothing to hear right now." The pillow masks Noah's statement. Finn pauses moving at this. "Finn, what-"
"You're pretty loose now." He interrupts.
"You think?"
"Probably as good as we're gonna get it." Noah nods and readjusts, propping himself up a little on his forearms for extra support.
"Okay." Finn gives a few more gentle pushes before slipping out and whipping his pants off. Noah clenches around nothing, arching his back a little more in preparation, "Whenever you're ready."
"Hey, um- I don't think we should do it like this." Noah's brows furrows as he turns on his side to meet Finn's eyes for the first time ages.
"Oh. Alright. What... were you thinking?" Finn just stares. His eyes can't seem to break away from Noah's. "Uh, hello?"
"Fuck, your eyes are pretty." Noah doesn't think he could get any more red.
"Oh, um, thanks." Finn stares for a few more moments before snapping back to reality.
"Lie on your back?" He asks, and Noah obliges, turning around and resting the back of his head against the now-sweaty pillow. He folds his legs to the side, suddenly conscious that everything is out in the open. Finn notices.
"Now you're self conscious?" Finn chuckles lightheartedly as he climbs onto the bed in front of Noah, "Surely it's a bit late for that?" Noah just rolls his eyes. Finn's hands rest on top of his thighs, palms warm. They lock eyes once more, "Can I?"
Noah nods, swallowing hard, and Finn gently presses his legs apart. His gaze flicks down and observes the sight of Noah in front of him, breath hitching slightly.
Finn's eyes glaze over a little, like he can't believe the sight before him. He drags his gaze up to Noah's face, tilting his head down to look upwards through black lashes at the boy.
"This work?" Noah asks quietly. Finn nods slowly in response,
"Yeah, this is good." Finn looks back down once more, this time at his own dick. Noah notices, watching as Finn wraps a hand around himself and start stroking up and down. Noah's face reacts a way he doesn't like, thoughts echoing around his mind at the sight;
God, this is so embarrassing, Noah thinks, all this and he can't even get it up for me.
"You need help with that?"
"Help with what?" His brow furrows, face etched with confusion.
"Like, you know. Getting hard and stuff."
"Noah- what?"
Noah pauses, "What?" Finn's hand slips off himself and rests on Noah's thigh, his other hand mirroring soon after.
"I'm so hard it fucking hurts. I was just tryna- tryna adjust to some kinda stimulation so I don't immediately bust inside you." Noah sucks his teeth and nods, understanding.
"Right, sorry." He internally winces at himself, "You can use my hand, if you want." Finn contemplates it for a second, but shakes his head.
"No- no, the same shit'll happen." He laughs through the end of the sentence, and Noah laughs back.
"Finn, I get fucking, but hand jobs cannot make you finish that quickly."
"If it's you, yeah. They one hundred percent can." Noah lets out a short exhale through his nose, and a tender smile, too.
"Okay, then." He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth while watching Finn continue to rub himself off, and his fingers start to drift back to his own abandoned member. He starts to mimic Finn's strokes himself, falling into the exact same rhythm right as Finn notices,
"Hey- hey, no," He bats Noah's hand away from himself and holds it tight, "I'm doing this for purely technical reasons."
Noah's eyes widen jokingly, "What, so you just want me to lie here and watch you jerk off?" Finn smirks.
"Yeah, pretty much." Noah scoffs, "I'm kidding. I'm all good now. I think."
"Cool." Finn stops and holds onto Noah's waist with tender fingers, pulling himself down on top of him,
"Cool." Their mouths meet after what feels like years. Noah welcomes the wet, slippery sensation that is Finn Wolfhard, letting their tongues and lips move as one collective organism.
Finn pulls away and holds a hand up in front of his face, palm facing upwards with two fingers pointing towards Noah, "Needa get you wetter, just in case."
"Just making up excuses to put your fingers in my mouth at this point." Noah says, holding onto Finn's wrist before he can respond and taking the two digits into his mouth.
"It's either this or lube, so figured I'd take the fingers-in-mouth approach." Noah swirls his tongue around them, making sure to get as many drops of saliva between the crevices as possible, "Good, that's good,"
Noah guides Finn's fingers out of his mouth and slips them easily inside. "That worked." Finn says cockily, letting a stupid smirk take over his mouth.
"Don't want your fingers anymore, Finn- come on." He whines, tensing around the digits inside him as they slip out.
Finn tuts, "Greedy." He presses another kiss to Noah before looking down and lining himself up.
"You're more eager than I am." Noah retorts, feeling Finn's tip sliding over his hole.
"Maybe." Based on the surface feeling, Finn feels big. Like, really big. There's no way to clarify as he hasn't got a good look at Finn up close, so there's only one way to find out.
"Just- for context, how big are you?" Finn pauses and laughs, looking back at Noah.
"Give me, like, two more seconds and you'll find out."
"I just wanna know what I'm getting myself into." Finn purses his lips and thinks for a moment,
"Okay. How about I just, you know, put the tip in, and if it's too much, I'll pull out. Promise." Noah looks a little sceptical, but nods nonetheless.
"Alright." Finn nods back, and starts rubbing his dribbling tip against Noah.
"You'll tell me, right?" He asks one last time, nestled in the pursed skin right outside the entrance.
"Yeah, of course." And with that, Finn gently pushes in, and Noah feels his core start to burn. He shuts his eyes tight and throws his head back into the pillow, mouth agape and throwing out whimpers.
There's a shift, and a realisation that Finn's tip is fully inside now, generating more flames to scorch through Noah's veins.
"How's that, baby?" He asks softly, holding tenderly to Noah's waist. When Noah doesn't respond, too overwhelmed, Finn leans forward and places a hand on his cheek, "Is it too much? Tell me if it's too much, don't wanna hurt you." Noah swallows hard and shakes his head a little, splitting his eyes open.
"No, no it's- it's good, just... a lot." He manages to get out. Finn nods understandingly, tracing lines over Noah's face as he adjusts to the new sensation. Their stomachs press together, the skin on skin making everything feel much more intimate.
Neither of them talk for a moment, just breathing in sync loud enough for the whole trailer to fill with the sound, until Noah breaks the silence, "Okay... keep going."
"You sure?" Finn says, eyes lighting up around dark pupils.
"Yeah- yeah, go." Finn's hands glide to Noah's waist once more, all ten fingers grasping at the skin,
"Fuck, thank god." Finn laughs out, "You're killing me here."
"Sorry." Noah says, without an ounce of sincerity. He's smiling now, bunny teeth peeking out from under his top lip.
"You're such a-..." Finn cuts himself off, shaking his head and pressing his tongue to the inside of his smirking cheek. Noah tilts his head teasingly,
"Such a what?" Finn just scoffs in response, tracing his eyes up and down Noah. Suddenly, Finn's slips out of Noah with no warning, generating a desperate whine, "Finn, what the fuck-"
He thrusts Noah's legs over his shoulders before gripping his waist hungrily and thrusting in. Noah gasps, the sensation solely describable as being split in two, making his hands fly up to cover his mouth. Finn pushes in and in through Noah's whines until his hips clash into Noah's thighs and ass, halting.
Fully bottomed out, Finn's breathing turns as ragged as ever, gasping greedily at the air around the room, stealing glances at Noah's overwhelmed face.
"You already know what I'm gonna say, Noah." He says gravelly, looking pointedly at the hands covering Noah's mouth. Noah understands, biting the back of one of his fingers and taking the other hand behind and above his head on the pillow, "Wow, you're learning."
"Mmhm." - Is all Noah manages to get out, eyes bleary and glassy. Finn hangs his head and sighs loudly, collecting his composure, "All... good?"
"So good- amazing, you're just... really fucking tight." Noah moans quietly before he knows it, and Finn's eyes meet his own again. They're just as bleary, clouded over with lust.
"Just- can you- can you keep going? I don't care how quick you finish, I just- fuck, Finny..." Noah fumbles over his words, eyebrows slanted and writing the word 'desperate' all over his forehead.
Finn obliges, pulling his hips back slowly before pushing them back in again, groaning at the friction. Noah bites down on his finger, leaving teeth marks along the flesh.
"Yeah- shit, faster- please, I can't-" He stops pleading and groans loudly when Finn plunges deeper on the next thrust, shoving deep against his prostate and making his vision blur.
"Faster?" Finn grunts, building up a steadier pace, making sure to keep the thrusts strong and hammering. Noah whines out a 'yes', calves tightening around Finn's neck.
So, Finn goes faster, throwing his hips towards Noah and hearing the skin slap. He intently listens to the staggering groans seeping from Noah's lips, letting it drive his body forwards time and time again.
"How close are you?" Finn gasps out mid thrust, feeling his dick start to tense.
"Al- almost there, just a little more-" Finn pulls Noah's hips closer and drills in rampantly, watching Noah's eyes roll back into his skull. The bed creaks at each movement, banging slightly against the wall.
"Fucking gorgeous, so pretty like this; pretty eyes, lips, face..." The words fill Noah's ears like syrup, and suddenly he becomes very aware of the tension in his own shaft.
"Fuck, Finny- wait, hold on, I'm gonna-" He whines out, unable to continue through the constant attacks at his innermost core.
"Not stopping, baby- c'mon, come on, wanna feel you come for me," Noah can't fight it anymore, all sensations building up inside him until he finally feels his legs shaking and his muscles tightening.
Finn rocks into him through it relentlessly, and when the thick white liquid spills onto Noah's belly and chest, Finn quickly follows suit.
A warm substance coats Noah's insides as Finn's hips stutter and his head throws back, pumping ropes of himself into Noah's pulsing ass. They both stay still, chests heaving and sweat slicking their skin with the aftermath.
"Fuck." Finn sighs, dragging his head back down to look at his dick still stuck inside Noah, white liquid dripping out from where it's wedged, "Good thing you can't get pregnant, hey?" Noah laughs out the rest of his air, releasing his finger from the grip of his teeth.
"Thank fuck. I'm just worried for your bedsheets." He plays with his hair, giving his hands something to do.
"Hm. Good point." He smacks his lips, taking a quick look around for a towel of sorts. Without any luck, he bites his cheek and looks back at Noah, "We can either wipe it off on the bedsheets, and I'll deal with the washing tomorrow, or..." He pauses.
"Or?" Noah pushes.
"Or I just clean you up." Finn licks his lips and shrugs, "No towel needed." Noah's eyes open wide,
"Oh, Finn, you don't have to, it's kinda weird."
"Weird? I just wanna take care of you." He says honestly, thumbs brushing along Noah's hips. Noah can feel bruises forming from Finn's steady fingertips earlier, "Why would that be weird?"
Noah twists his mouth, "I dunno. Most guys find it weird."
"Fuck that, I'm not most guys." Noah's heart pangs quietly.
"Okay. If you want, I don't mind." A hand leaves his waist and rests just below his ass, catching any spilt come as Finn starts to pull out. Noah winces slightly when the pressure leaves, feeling the thick substance drip out as he tightens around the air.
Noah's legs fall to either side of Finn when whips his head down and laps up the sour fluid, other hand pushing down on one of Noah's thighs. Noah sighs through it, limp dick against his stomach twitching slightly as Finn's tongue drags over his tender opening, slurping up each drop until he's satisfied and clean.
Finn swallows, "Perfect. See, way easier than a towel or whatever." He brings up the hand dribbled with come and sucks it clean, wiping the rest of his saliva off onto the bedsheets. Noah could cry.
"Yeah, I guess so." Finn smirks and pushes Noah's legs together before shuffling and settling down beside the boy. An arm wraps around Noah's shoulders, making him curl closer and throw a bare leg over one of Finn's. He sighs into Finn's collarbone, letting his warm breath hit the skin.
Finn's fingers draw patterns over his skin, head leaning over towards Noah's so their hair entangles in a storm of black and brown, "How's it feeling?"
"Pretty sore," Noah admits, the stinging sensation between his legs buzzing through his blood.
"Sorry, went pretty hard on you there." Noah just chuckles and shakes his head.
"No, that's kinda my fault." Finn pauses, thinking.
"Actually, yeah." He pokes a finger into the flesh on Noah's shoulder, "You were really begging for it." He teases, making Noah sock him lightly in the ribs.
"Actually fuck off." Noah laughs out.
"Okay, okay, sorry-" Finn tugs him a little closer, holding onto his shoulder with a whole palm now, "No, seriously, that was really good."
"Mm." Noah mumbles, still unsure how to take a compliment from Finn.
"You suck at taking compliments." It's uncanny how well Finn can read his mind.
"What am I supposed to say?" Noah's voice pitches up, cracking slightly.
"How about 'I know, Finn, I'm obviously amazing in bed.'" Noah giggles at the stupidly high pitched voice Finn puts on to mimic him, "'And your dick is crazy huge, so that's why-'"
Noah cuts him off, "Do you want me to punch you again?"
"Maybe."
"Oh my god." Noah grumbles, taking a deep breath in of the dried sweat and leftover cologne on Finn's neck.
"You staying here tonight?" Finn asks innocently like the question isn't going to snap Noah's whole world in two.
"Oh- um, I don't know. What time is it?" Finn glances at the clock,
"Like, two in the morning."
"Fuck."
"Just stay, it's fine."
"And what if somebody comes and knocks on your door at, like, the break of dawn, and I'm still lying in your bed naked?" He says this like a joke, though the tone of some words give away his concern.
"We just won't answer it. Then once you're changed and stuff, I can say you came over early to run lines or something." Noah sucks his teeth sceptically, "Seriously Noah, sleep here."
Noah thinks for a moment, then thinks some more, before deciding; "Yeah, alright."
"You'll stay?"
"Can't really turn down the offer." Finn raises his eyebrows,
"Yeah?" Noah nods into his neck.
"I'm so tired." He groans, brushing his nose over Finn's skin.
"Yeah, time for sleep, I reckon." They both shuffle down a little further so their backs lie straight. Noah twists and throw and arm over Finn's torso, letting his palm rest on top of his chest. Finn's other hand splays over Noah's lower back, holding him close, "Oh, one more thing."
"Quick, I'm about to fall asleep." Noah mumbles over his chest.
"That date. Can we do it tomorrow? Before work and stuff."
"That's fast." Noah says, surprised but definitely not upset.
"Yeah, well, if we wanna keep doing this- I mean, I know I do, I wanna take you out first." Sunny warmth spreads all through Noah's body, shining out and spreading over Finn's bare skin.
"That'd be nice."
"Movies?"
"Yeah, you pick this time."
"Sounds like a plan." He relaxes more into Noah, breathing in the scent of his shampoo, "Okay. 'Night, baby."
"'Night, Finn." Finn presses a gentle kiss to the top of Noah's head, letting his face rest there for a moment before leaning his head back and closing his eyes.
Noah does the same, the room cutting to black as he falls asleep easily in Finn's arms.