Rorie O'Bannon (roriemccool) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2010-10-31 20:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | finn, rorie |
Tuesday August 26, 2008
Who: Finn and Rorie
What: Back sliding
Where: Recording room
When: After classes
Rating: PG-13
Finn and Rorie were having a time. They were both in therapy and both having issues with being cooped up in the school. Granted Finn had Rez and Rocky was coming well, and Rorie had Garret and Tiger, it just wasn’t the same as having their own freedom again. So what came naturally to Rorie was to write about it. In song of course. Rorie was the music writer where Finn was literary. So they had found the recording studio and were hammering away on a song. It wasn’t going to be a huge hit, they new that, it was just something that they were able to get everything off their chest.
A hard rocker with screaming and loud drums, angry guitar, and blasting bass. Neither brother boasted about their skills, singing or instrumental, but they were good. Something that was easily memorable, but at the same time something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. So they were working on their song. It was Tuesday, Finn had already had his session for the week and Rorie was supposed to go to his later. Just another thing that he was supposed to do and was avoiding.
It was when they were recording the bass that it happened. Rorie was having issues with the tuning. For some reason it just wasn’t coming out right. Then Finn stepped in. He probably could have gone about it differently, made it more innocent, but. . . He just couldn’t. All the stress, the guilt, the horror, all of it. It was building up and Finn just couldn’t help himself.
“It’s not coming out right,” Rorie growled, huffing as he glared at the bass, his hips cocked to the side in an adorable pout that usually had Garret pouncing on him. As it was, there was no Garret because he was at work.
“Here,” Finn sighed as he stood up and walked over. Why he had chosen to do that, he wasn’t sure. Instead of taking the bass off of Rorie, he simply came around and put his hands on the bass from behind him. At first Rorie didn’t think anything about it, but then. . . He felt his breath on the side of his neck as those larger and more skilled hands worked on his instrument in front of him.
“F-Finn,” he said softly, getting nervous and uncomfortable. No, no, no! Please God no! Swallowing hard he felt his brother’s hips move against his from behind as Finn shifted.
“Yes?” He asked softly as he tuned the bass correctly. His hands slid from the black body for a moment to Rorie’s hips. Frozen in his brother’s arms, scared to move for a moment, Rorie felt Finn’s nose against his neck and that was it. Pulling away roughly, the bass was put up and he was gone. Grabbing his stuff up, he ran back to his room, hoping that Garret wouldn’t see, wouldn’t know what had happened. Locking himself in his room, he went to the shower and scrubbed hard until his skin was red then finally came out. Closing his eyes and breathing deeply he managed to calm himself enough that he wasn’t making things float.
He was scared and alone and didn’t know what to do. So he settled himself in bed before finally getting his lap top out and going to someone who had offered help before.
Finn meanwhile stood there dumbfounded as Rorie left. Not at his brother, but at himself. How. . . How had he lost that small amount of control in such a little time? Now would be the time to bury himself in his room and school, avoid Rorie and maybe, just maybe talk to his shrink again. It had only been a day, but talking about everything that had happened dredged some things up and he wasn’t sure if that was good or not. So he deleted everything they had recorded, made sure everything was destroyed from that session so that they could move on. If they didn’t have the link, then it would be easier. Tidying up a bit, he was off to his dorm. Right then, it was best to just sit and calm down. Maybe later he could call Dr. Cross or aim him. Just to settle himself down and to keep from doing something stupid.
Hell, therapy had paid off a bit after all.