Rorie O'Bannon (roriemccool) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-08-14 11:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | finn, rorie |
Saturday July 19th, 2008
Who: Finn and Rorie
What: Rorie leaving
Where: Rorie's room
When: afternoon
Rating: R for incest
Rorie logged off and set his laptop aside and went to get dressed. He hadn’t bother to get out of his pajamas for the last few days, couldn’t bring himself to leave his room. That was alright, Finn brought him everything he needed. It was scary and strange because he’d never seen his brother so happy before. It was disturbing and he was finding his brother had changed so much in the last five years he was having a hard time recognizing him. He was violent, controlling, and he scared him. Pulling on a pair of jeans, he dug around and found a long sleeved black and white striped shirt that he pulled on without hesitation to hide the bruises on his forearms and biceps. It may have been the middle of summer, but Rorie was freezing. He pulled on a plain black zip hoodie as well before grabbing a bag and packing.
He wasn’t safe even here even if Finn said that he was sorry and that he didn’t want to do it. Trying to hurry in case Finn came in, he only had to wait half an hour or so for Garret to get there. Even if he said he’d text to let him know he was near he was just going to wait outside. It’d probably be safer with security than staying inside with his brother. Stuffing his clothes into his bag he set it on his bed as he grabbed his fully charged phone shoving it into his pocket and his laptop into his bag. He felt like he was running away from home almost. It wasn’t like he was just made at his parents so he was leaving. If he stayed, he didn’t know what Finn might do next. Looking around the room he ran a hand over his face under his glasses before grabbing a beanie as well. He had to be as covered as possible, or at least he felt like he had to be.
Letting out a shaky breath he looked around the room to see if there was anything else he needed to grab when the door opened. Freezing he looked over and saw Finn standing there. “Hey I brought you something to eat,” he said with a smile, lifting up his hands to show a soda and some snacks from the vending machines from the common room.
“I’m not hungry,” Rorie said softly, hoping that Finn would just leave. Frowning, Finn looked at the bag and the dressed Rorie.
“Where are you going?” He asked setting the food aside as he stepped in and shut the door behind him.
“Garret’s coming to pick me up,” the younger brother said softly, backing up as Finn got closer. “He’s driving from Boston to come get me for a while.”
“Rorie,” Finn sighed, not acting angry at all. “You promised you wouldn’t go back or talk to him,” he said sounding hurt almost.
“I’m sorry, I am, I just can’t stay here,” he said biting his lip. “I’m just going to stay with Garret for a bit and I’ll be back. We’re just going to stay in the hotel, we won’t go out or anything okay? I’ll be safe I promise.”
“You promised you wouldn’t go to Boston or talk to Garret and you’re doing that. How can I know you’re actually being safe if you broke that promise huh?” Finn said cornering his brother as he stayed close while Rorie faced him down, his usual steeled look on his face. He was going to have to get past Finn some how and he wasn’t sure how he was going to do that.
“Okay,” Finn sighed, defeated. “Go with Garret, just be safe okay?” He said wrapping his arms around Rorie’s middle gently surprising his younger sibling.
“O. . . Kay,” Rorie said softly as he gingerly put his arms around Finn’s shoulders, hugging him back. They stayed there for a moment before Rorie felt soft kisses on his neck leading up to his jaw. “Finn?” He murmured confused before his mouth was covered with his brother’s in a hard, claiming kiss. Letting out a muffled cry, Finn took advantage of it and slipped his tongue into his mouth while his hands held his hips in a painful hold pressing himself against him. “N-no!” Rorie said turning away, feeling his brother against his thigh.
“Please, Rorie baby I love you so much,” Finn said keeping his brother pinned in the corner, kissing him again, nipping at his lips.
“Stop Finn, please,” Rorie whimpered, remembering last time he’d gotten hurt worse when he struggled. “I don’t want this.”
“But I do babe, just. . . Hold still even,” Finn said holding him close. “I’m sorry,” he said stepping away as Rorie stood there in the corner shaking and wide eyed. “Don’t tell Garret okay? If you really love him, don’t tell him. I want you to be happy, I do, and if he finds out about this,” he said motioning between them. “He will leave you then. He may not be in it just for the sex, but this isn’t something that he could handle.” Stepping forward he brushed Rorie’s bangs out of his face. “You’re gorgeous and amazing, but he’ll look past that if he knew that you and your brother were having this going on.”
Rorie stayed quiet, feeling sick to his stomach. It was true. It was so very true. Garret wouldn’t want to mess with his dysfunctional shit like this and he’d leave. He couldn’t tell him. Rorie didn’t want to lose him, not after everything. He loved Garret, he really did, but this could be the straw that breaks the camel’s back and he’d be alone again. . . With Finn. “Okay, I promise,” he said softly before Finn smiled softly and leaned in to kiss him again.
It felt so good, to have that out in the open and Rorie would be fine with it, in time. He’d just have to wait and his brother would be okay with it, finding it normal even like Finn did. Kissing him softly, slowly trying to deepen it Rorie finally relented and returned it. Things were getting out of hand and Rorie didn’t know how to stop them.
His stomach churned and he felt sick. This was wrong on so many levels and he didn’t know if he would be sick in Finn’s mouth or not. The grip on his hips finally relented letting him out of his painful hold. “I gotta go wait for Garret outside,” Rorie said softly, tears threatening to fall.
“Okay,” Finn said kissing him softly once more before letting him go. “Go have fun with him and be safe,” he said smiling softly. He knew what he was doing. Everything that had just happened would drive a stake between Garret and Rorie and only serve to make it harder for them to be together and soon Rorie’ll just pull the plug and end it. Things would be back to normal again. Rorie would be all his.
“I will,” Rorie said slowly pulling away on shaky legs as he grabbed his bag and left the room. Half way to the door he got sick in a trash can. Tears ran down his face as he emptied his stomach and dry heaved till his belly was sore. Pushing himself up he found a water fountain and rinsed out his mouth quickly before going outside to wait for Garret, shaking and crying. Rorie always prided himself in being able to keep it together, but this. . . It was something that was far from being kept together. He was a mess, bruises on his arms and now hips, a cut up back with more bruising and now his brother was touching him and kissing him.
Curling up in the grass he sat down and waited for Garret, wishing he’d get there soon.