Wednesday June 24th
Who: Finn and Fisher What: Creepy weird sex When: Wednesday afternoon Where: Finn's Room
Finn gave Fisher a lingering look before he got up and left without a single word. Didn't want to get the orderlies riled up by tipping them off to anything that he and Fisher might be up to. Now whether they would actually go after him or not, he wasn't certian, but he didn't want to chance it. So he went to his room and got out his pills that he'd mixed together. He wasn't really into drugs, but he figured that as soon as he got what he wanted, the other could enjoy some of his goodies. Whether they were what he wanted or not was another question. They were supposed to be downers, to keep him calm instead of his usual tense self. His room was white, nearly blinding white. Too much cleaning. There was a place for everything and everthing had a place. Now if it would stay that way. . . That was yet to be decided.
Staring at the computer screen, Fisher watched Finn out of the corner of his eye, making sure he was gone from the library before he even thought about moving. Fisher still had some stuff left over from James, but it wasn't much. And he liked variety. Coke wasn't really his drug of choice, so if Finn had something else to offer, well... He was still curious about Finn, about why he was interested in dealing with Fisher. He didn't seem gay, and he definitely didn't seem like a dealer. But he was definitely weird. There was something off about him and the brother. Maybe... maybe that's why Finn was here. Something fucked up with Rorie. Maybe some fucking with the brother. How disturbingly cute.
Getting up, Fisher casually stolled out of the library, thankfully his current shadow not paying any attention to him. He walked the halls unaccompanied for the first time in weeks, grinning a little as he strolled up to Finn's room. He was about to knock, but then thought against it and walked in instead, shutting the door softly behind him. The place was spookily clean.
"Hello, big bro," he smiled shyly, immediately taking on the persona he was using for Finn. Whatever the dealer wanted, he got. "I like your room."
Shoes off and tucked neatly under his bed, Finn was laying down. A hand idly laying on his belly and an arm tucked back behind his head. "Hey Ror," he said with a soft smile. The other had an eerie resemblence to his younger brother, one which he wasn't about to squander. "Thanks, I try to keep it clean. I know how you like things neat," he said pushing himself up onto his elbows. "Have a seat," he said rolling onto his side and patting next to him on the bed, conveniently next to his groin.
"Haven't seen you in a while, been doin' alright hun?" He asked looking at Fisher, waiting for the other to come over to him. There wasn't really anything menacing about him. Everything he said and did was cool and mellow, inviting and open. No reason to fear him. He didn't want either of his Rories to fear him. All he wanted was their love and a little bit more.
It was important, in these circumstances, to gather information based on what was going on around him. Rorie liked things neat, and apparently Finn wanted to impress him, even when he wasn't actually around. Trying his best to smooth his hair down into something neat, looking both a bit manic and nervous, Fisher tucked his long hair behind his ears, leaving just a few strands left to brush over his face. Oh yes, he was good at his craft.
Stepping carefully in his bare feet, Fisher walked over to the bed and sat beside Finn, close enough to be touching but not close enough for Finn to be satisfied. He doubted that the younger brother would just hop on the bed and start fucking his older brother. He wondered if Finn had ever fucked Rorie, if Rorie even knew about his brother's weird desires.
"Been okay," he said softly, playing with the edge of his tee shirt, head down. "It'sd been quiet without you... kind of lonely..." He peered up at Finn through the few stray hairs that covered his face, a small smile gracing is lips. "I missed you, though. I really missed you."
"I missed you too," Finn said smiling back as he sat up all the way. Reaching out he tucked those few strands haning in Fisher's face back behind his ear in a caring sort of way. It wasn't totally sexual with his issues. It was more about taking care of him and being the only one that he could rely on and need. "It'll be okay though, I promise," he said pressing his lips softly to the other man's temple, a hand idly stroking his hair. It was like a cross between a lover and a parent.
"You should come around more often, or I can come see you too. Just the two of us," he said softly, curling his body around Fisher's. "Like it always was. I've missed you babe, I hate going for so long without see you," he said pressing his lips to his ear now. The hand that had been stroking his hair slid down to his back and then his side, rubbing it slightly.
It was all about making him comfortable. Making Fisher feel wanted and loved, even if it wasn't really for him. To coax him out a bit. "Wanna lay down? I know it's been a while, but we can still lay together like we used to."
As Finn tucked his hair behind his ear, Fisher gasped slightly, breath catching in his chest. It was such a tender gesture, genuine and affectionate. It made him think about-
No, no, no. He was here to work, not daydream. Closing his eyes, Fisher melted just slightly against Finn, sighing a little, flinching just a little at the touch on his back and side. He was moving as though he liked it, but wasn't sure he should, going through the motions of not wanting it to continue even though the opposite was true. "I don't like it either," he whispered. "I don't like being by myself."
Nodding, Fisher pulled his feet up onto the bed, laying out on his side facing Finn, one hand tentatively resting on Finn's chest between them. "I missed this," he sighed. "Can it be like this, just us? Just you and me, and nobody else?"
"I know, I'm sorry I haven't been around more," Finn said letting Fisher lay next to him. Easily, an arm wrapped around his middle, just keeping it there. "I'll try harder okay?" He sighed kissing Fisher's forehead. He was naturally affectionate with his little brother, this was actually normal for him.
To just lay cuddling with his brother and kiss and touch him lightly was acceptable. It was the only affection they got growing up. Sure they were provided for, but their adopted parents weren't exactly the most sociable. "It'll be okay babe, I won't leave you again, I promise," he said kissing his nose, looking right into Fisher's eyes that were so much like Rorie's. "I promise that I'll be around more, okay?" He said reaching up and shifting with his other arm, working it around so it was a pillow for Fisher, letting him stroke the other's hair.
"It'll just be you and me baby, all the time. Just us and no one will ever take that away from us," he said softly kissing his cheek lightly, caressing it practically with his lips.
This wasn't anything Fisher wasn't used to. Some people were really odd (in his opinion), wanting affection more than sex. There was a market for this kind of thing, men who just wanted someone who would appreciate them, someone they could take care of. Fisher let Finn touch him however he wanted, sighing and leaning into it just slightly. In actuality it felt nice to be treated with such care. "I trust you," he murmured, turning his head to let Finn kiss his cheek. Swallowing, looking up at big bro, Fisher's eyes searched Finn's face, hesitating. "I don't know what I would do without you. I don't... please don't even leave me again." A few tears lined his eyes, which he blinked away quickly, embarassed. Shifting closer, Fisher slipped his knee between Finn's legs, their chests pressed together as his arm wrapped around the other man's ribs, a hand pressed flat to his back. "I love you," he said softly, his forehead rested against Finn's shoulder, a very light kiss pressed to his neck.
"Shhh," Finn softly, using a thumb to brush away the tears that he caught. "It's okay baby, I'm here, I'm right here," he said kissing his closed eyes gently. It was something he'd always done, though usually Rorie didn't put his knee between his legs. Not that he was complaining at all. The closeness and the willingness was so good, it felt right. "I love you too babe," he said leaning down and catching his lips. It was how he'd always imagined it. How Rorie would come to him and it would just be them together. "I love you so much," he sighed, his arm tightening around Fisher in a claiming way. "Do you feel how much I love you?" He asked sliding his hand down the grasp Fisher's thigh, pulling his leg up to feel the arousal that was starting to form. "That's for you Ror, just for you. Because I love you so very much."
Taking in a deep, slow, shuddering breath, Fisher's eyes popped open, startled as Finn pulled him close, ground his hardness against him. "F-Finn, but..." he whispered, letting in trail off in a soft, subtle moan. It was wrong for two brothers to be like this, but it felt so, so right, so... needed.
Licking his lips, Fisher moved closer to Finn, his leg moving highed, forcing Finn's legs apart further. "I feel it," he said breathily, the hand on Finn's ribs moving down to rest on his hip. "This... this can't be right, but I just..." Leaning closer, his lips bushed over Finn's, his eyes closing. "I think... I wanna kiss you..." he whispered, voice barely a breath on the other man's lips.
"It's okay, it's okay," Finn said soothingly. Nothing was rough or hard, well other than the obvious. "Just. . . Just go with it. We love each other, it's how it's supposed to be. Just the two of us, why do you think we're so close baby?" He asked as he ghosted his lips up and down Fisher's jaw.
"Just let it happen," Finn breathed as he closed the gap, kissing the other gently, a hand cradling his head. This was nothing like what really happened. Finn barging into his his little brother's shower. Taking him there while he begged Finn to stop. This was so much better. "It's okay, it's just us, remember?" He said sliding his hand up to grip Fisher's ass and give it a squeeze. "How do you feel? What do you want?"
Nodding a little, shying away just slightly from the kiss, not enough to break it. Because Finn didn't want Rorie to be eager about it. He wanted his little brother to fall into it, to do it because he trusted his big brother, because he loved him. So Fisher returned the kiss after a moment, slowly at first, gasping at the hand suddenly grabbing him. He thought about James, about the way the man touched him, how he kissed, and his heart started pounding hard in his chest.
"I... I want... I don't know," he breathed, pressing his slowly growing hardness against Finn. "I know this shouldn't feel right but it does... I.. I want you, sweetie. You've always been there for me, made me feel better after nightmares and when I got hurt, you always made me feel good..." His fingerstips traced down Finn's jaw, the faintest of stubble meeting his touch. "I wanna make you feel good, too."
"Baby," Finn said softly, kissing him back gently. Everything about his position, how he was holding Fisher was very dominating. He was staking his claim so to speak. Since Rorie wasn't really there, he would have to do with Fisher. "Yes," he moaned softly rocking himself agains the other, pressing their growing arousals against each other. Slowly he moved them to where he was leaning over the other, nudging his way gently between his legs.
"I can make you fee so good, baby, make you fly," he groaned kissing him deeply, running a hand down his side. Catching the hem of his shirt, he let his fingers dance on a hint of skin, Fisher's belly that was soft to the touch. "Can I make you feel good with me? I promise it won't hurt," he said nipping at his lips lightly. "Just like before, I'll make everything better if you let me."
Trembling slightly, Fisher rolled onto his back, spreading his legs to let Finn get between them. He lifted himself into the kiss, curling up into Finn's body. "Okay," he whispered eagerly, reaching down to pull off his own shirt, exposing his skin to Finn's touch. "I want you to, please, Finn, please... I wanna be with you..." Laying back against the bed, Fisher lifted his arms over his head, laying in a completely submissive position. "I love you... I trust you... do what you want to do to me." Biting his lip shyly, Fisher smiled up at Finn, eyes half lidded and hungry.
It felt right, what was happening. This transaction, the movements of the two of them. Sucking in a breath, Finn's fingers caressed Fisher's skin in feather light touches, taking in everything. It was far from Rorie's flawless sun kissed skin, but. . . He could pretend for now. "I love you too," he breathed kissing him softly before pulling back and stripping his own shirt off. His body was slightly defined and broad. Not a six pack, but slight dips in the skin were muscles were. "I'm gonna make you feel so good baby," he breathed as he caught his lips again. This wasn't rough sex, this was slow and affection. Maybe even classified as making love. Finn had no frustration or anger towards Rorie, so why should he hurt him now when he was so willing?
Since Fisher barely knew when Rorie looked like, especially naked, he wondered that maybe his nudity would disappoint Finn. But Finn was going to see what he wanted to see, because he wanted to fool himself. And that meant he was going to see his baby brother, was going to drink in every minute of this experience like it was the fountain of knowledge. "Yes," he whispered softly, eyes scanning the half naked form above him. Finn was definitely attractive, not too muscled but not flabby either. And his eyes were stunning. Fisher was trying to focus on things he could be attracted to to make this work. Finn's eyes were blue, so fucking blue... like James' eyes were blue...
Gasping unexpectedly, face flushing, Fisher closed his eyes as Finn kissed him, arching his back and grinding his hips against him. "Take me," he whispered desperately, his hands roaming over Finn's back, though he was imagining him as someone else, someone with far more scars and far less patience. "I want this Finn, I really want this... I want you..."
He didn't look at Fisher's body, he kept his eyes focused on the other's dark colored irises. Letting the dark hair fill the sides of his vision. If he tried real hard, it could be him. All he would have to do is not look away. Don't look away and it was Rorie. "Okay," he said softly kissing him deeply as his hands worked the other's jeans quickly. This was an outlet he needed. Now that he was offered it and was almost to it there was no backing down. If there was. . . Well Finn wasn't sure how he'd take it. He HAD to have Rorie, even if it really wasn't him right then.
"I want you so bad babe, have for so long," he said in a slight whimper as he pushed Fisher's jeans down, grasping his cock and stroking it a few times. His own pants were bulding now, showing off his arousal that he desperetly wanted in the other man. He moaned softly at the hands on his back, sliding up and down the smooth skin that mirroried Rorie's. "Gonna make you feel so good babe," he moaned kissing Fisher up his neck and jaw back to his mouth.
It didn't take long for everything Finn was doing to actually arouse Fisher, to get his blood racing of its own accord. He sighed deeply against Finn's touch, against the lips on his neck and jaw, the breath on his skin. "Oh, I want you," he whispered softly, arching his back up to help Finn push down his jeans, shivering into his touch. Finn's hand was gentle, almost too gentle, but Fisher wasn't going to complain. Rorie wouldn't want it hard and rough (he assumed), and he was still on the clock. So he controlled himself, taking a deep breath, tilting his chin up to let Finn kiss his neck, moaning deeply as his mouth was caught into another kiss.
Hands moving hesitantly, Fisher placed a hand gently on Finn's chest, slowly moving downward until his fingertips slid beneath the waistband of his jeans, tugging at them until the button slipped apart. Hand shaking slightly, mouth kissing Finn eagerly, Fisher reached into his pants and grabbed the other man's cock, gripping it tightly and stroking. "Finn," he breathed against the man's lips, "oh my God, Finn... you're so hard... am I doing that to you?" He pressed against him, stroking eagerly.