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Finn looked himself up and down in the full-length mirror in the room he shared with Albert when he stayed at his house. Some time ago, Albert had bought him a red skirt and a long-sleeved black blouse. His reaction was to look at him disapprovingly and flip him the bird. Later that day, Al apologized and explained that he had bought it as a joke.
He had never liked jokes. His mother disliked the concept of deceiving others, even with innocent things, and at school, he only saw jokes that were too mean and made him feel repulsed.
He politely replied that he hadn't found it funny and that he should return it before he couldn't anymore.
Albert said he would.
He was quite surprised to see the clothes in the closet months later.
He didn't say anything; perhaps he had simply forgotten.
Almost a year later, Finn had worn 'those' clothes. He didn't know what he hoped to achieve by doing so. Did he want Albert to see him? Did he want it to be worth the money he had spent? Curiosity?
He could have given it to Gwen or Donna as a birthday present. "He could have," and he still could, but he didn't. Why didn't he?
"Ugh! Why the hell did I do this?! It's so stupid!" Just as he was about to take off his blouse, he heard Al's voice.
"Are you okay?" Albert said, poking his head around the bedroom door.
Damn it.
He'd forgotten to lock the door, and obviously Albert had to get in. He was cursed.
Albert's surprised look made Finn sigh.
Well, what's done is done. Al had seen it.
"I hope you're happy." He crossed his arms as he watched him approach.
"Happy? No, it's something much bigger." He walked slowly toward Finn and hugged him, burying his face in his neck.
"Mmm," he murmured, blushing, as he felt Al's arms slide down to his buttocks and begin to massage them.
It wasn't unusual for Finney to be caressed like this by Al, but this time it felt different. It didn't feel bad, but it was more desperate.
The caresses were filled with desire.
"Finney, can we do it?" he asked, kissing Finn's collarbone.
"Did you... leave your clothes in the closet so this could happen?" He knew the answer to his own question.
No.
It was just a joke. He'd put himself in this situation.
Finn knew he was Albert's adoration.
Anything he asked for, he would grant. It was his turn to fulfill one of Al's desires.
"No. You already fulfilled one of my fantasies. Can I fulfill one of yours?" There it was again, the attentive and devoted Albert that Finn had fallen in love with, always thinking of him before himself.
...
Did he just say fantasies? Like, those fantasies?
Obviously Finney had fantasies about Al; he was too shy to say them out loud, but to hell with it. He was already wearing a skirt, and he'd lost count of how many times he'd begged him to... Well, let's leave it at that.
Al's caresses became more and more needy. He could feel the craving for physical contact.
He knew which areas to touch and how to do it to make Finn feel like he was on cloud nine.
There was one position he'd always wanted to try; it was a little... daring, but if he said he was in his right mind, he'd be lying.
"Aga—... Ah, against the wall..."
"I like that idea." Albert started to turn him around so that the front of his body was against the wall. He'd misunderstood.
He stopped him before he could continue. "No, not like that. I want to see you, and I want you to see me," he explained as best he could. Maybe this was all a bad idea from the start.
A chuckle escaped him. "Now I understand what you mean. That's even better."
He moved forward, forcing Finn backward until his back hit the wall.
Al freed his dripping erection from his pajamas, and Finn couldn't help but watch. This was the effect he had on him.
He snapped out of his reverie when Albert started to pull down his boxers. He was about to lift them when he realized he was still dressed.
"Aren't you going to take my clothes off?" he asked. It wasn't the first time they'd done it with their clothes on, but he wasn't going to deny that he didn't want to get dirty.
"No, I'm not going to take off what turned me on," he replied.
Turned me on? A few pieces of fabric caused such a reaction?
"Was it just that—" He tugged Albert's shirt at the collar, bringing them within inches of each other. "Or was it me?" he whispered seductively in his ear.
"Definitely you," he replied desperately, locking them in a kiss. Sometimes he forgot that, for better or for worse, he had Albert in the palm of his hand.
He lifted him from the floor with ease, Finn grateful that Al was still in shape despite his age.
His legs tangled around his waist and his arms around his neck; he could feel Albert's strong, muscular arms gripping his thighs. Once he was comfortably positioned, Albert broke the kiss and asked the question.
"Finney, can I enter like this?"
Finn nodded, not quite understanding; his mind was still clouded by the kisses.
He inserted his entire member, quickly and without stopping until he was completely inside.
"AHH~...!" he cried out in pleasure. Probably all of Galesburg heard him.
Al thrust into him forcefully, sliding in and out with ease. Finn's tightness was something Al was already used to; his walls always welcomed him with open arms.
He held him tightly, his fingers would leave marks in a few moments, and that was something Finn loved. Having memories painted on his skin of their passion was the most beautiful thing Albert could do for him.
They were having an incredible time until Albert asked a question whose answer Finn swore he'd never reveal.
"Since when have you been thinking about this position?" He got no answer from Finn; that was something he wanted to keep to himself. "Aren't you going to answer me?" he asked.
Finn shook his head.
"Hmm, I'll have to force the truth out of you, Finney?" He gave him a light bite on the shoulder.
He stopped. Albert's entire body had stopped. The thrusts, the caresses, the kisses, even the sighs.
"Huh?" He looked at Al's face. He had a rather unsettling smile, sexy, but unsettling.
"Tell me, since when?" he insisted.
Finn received a thrust that was harder than necessary. "Ah!" he gasped, throwing his head back.
"Tell me~, I'm going to keep going until you do it," he said, followed by another deep thrust.
Finn wasn't going to deny that he would like it to continue, but it wouldn't last long. He felt like he was about to come, even though they had only just begun.
He had no choice but to admit it.
"Always! Ever since I met you," he declared, blushing deeply and looking away.
Noticing this, he released one of his thighs and placed his hand on Finn's chin, making him look him in the eyes.
"Good boy," he complimented him. "What did you think when you met me?"
Why did they have to be talking about this right now?
"That you were weird, but... Mmm! When I got home, I dreamt we were doing it like this," there goes Finney Blake's best-kept secret.
When he started officially dating Albert, he swore to himself he'd never tell him.
Ugh! Now he'd have to find an equally big secret of Albert's to even things out.
Gwen was right when she said his brain shut down when he was with Al. But how could he pay attention to his surroundings when he had a man like Albert Shaw by his side?
"I had a dream about you too," he confessed.
When they met, Finn was 13. His age could be excused by teenage hormones. But him?
"I was 13..." He felt an electric shock run down his spine; he was about to come in his skirt.
Oh, he'd forgotten he was wearing that thing.
One more thrust was all it took for him to come, staining the red skirt white. Al licked his lips at that, but didn't stop.
"So? If I'd cared about your age, we wouldn't be here now," he replied.
Good point.
If either of them had been honorable people or cared about the other's age, they would never have spoken again after their first encounter.
Thank goodness they weren't!
Although, if Finn thought about it a little more, many of the best moments of his life had been with Al. If Al had been a better person than him, so as NOT to be attracted to a teenager, he would most likely still be the same cowardly Finney with low self-esteem. It was Al who made him realize he was special. He was who he was now thanks to him.
"More, Al, more," he moaned in his ear, asking Albert to take whatever he wanted from him without remorse. If, in any case, he did something he didn't like, he would tell him, but that had never happened and never would.
If Finn was Albert's adoration; Albert was Finn's heart.
"Sure" Al granted all his requests, even the smallest. Such devotion made him tremble. And speaking of trembling.
"A-Al, my legs are shaking," he said. He'd been in that position for too long; he felt like he could fall at any moment.
"I know... you'll have to hold on tighter," he laughed.
Hold on tighter? He had to hold on tighter. He was doing everything he could. He opened his mouth to protest when he felt Al's semen inside him, tightened his legs around Al's waist, and hugged his neck with all his might.
Now the little pause he'd made made sense, and why he'd asked him to do that.
He gasped as Al's release spilled out of him and stained the floor.
"Do you think you can stand up?" he asked.
Finn shook his head.
He started walking toward the bathroom, still with Finn tangled around him.
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They'd been in the hot water for at least a good half hour. Finn was between Al's legs, his back pressed against his lover's broad, firm chest.
They'd finished washing up, but they didn't want to get out of the tub.
"So? What do you think?" he asked, referring to the clothes.
"It was... different. I'd never thought about doing something like that, much less doing it like that." He pulled his legs up to his chest.
He was sure Al would remind him of this forever.
"So... would you like to do it again sometime?" He couldn't see Al's face, but he was sure he was smiling.
"I don't know, it was really embarrassing. You're so weird."
He hadn't been wrong when he first met him to think he was weird.
"Too much pent-up libido and imagination for years." He wrapped his arms around Finn's waist.
For years.
"Should I be worried?" he asked, just for laughs.
"You should be worried about a lot of things, but you're not." He rested his chin on Finn's right shoulder.
"Maybe I'll start." He turned his face to his right and pressed his lips to Finn's.