Garret J. Foss (cant_touchthis) wrote in tiberiusswann, @ 2012-02-10 16:00:00 |
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Entry tags: | finn, garret |
Saturday April 4th 2009
Who: Finn and Garret
What: The yellings!
Where: Finn's apartment
When: Afternoon
Rating: PG 13
Garret was not happy. At all. It wasn't so much what Finn had done (well okay it was a lot that), but that he had done it after he had called Garret at one in the morning from Los Angelos and they'd talked, and discussed things, and connected. At least, Garret had thought so. But apparently Finn was just determined to act like a dick and make people hate him and seek out vengeance on his brother who had never done anything to him and didn't deserve this kind of shit.
And that was why he was on his way to Finn's place. Storming the castle, so to speak. He was mad, and Finn was going to get a piece of his mind. Garret didn't even bother knocking, or warning Finn that he was there. He just walked in through the door and found the obnoxious little telepathic empath. Finn would certainly feel the anger radiating off Garret as he stood there, looking down at him, his eyes narrowed and his jaw set.
Finn was sore and had a headache now. He knew he wasn't fooling anyone anymore. He had lost his touch when he went the straight and narrow. So, now he was in his living room with the light low and everything off. His little spike in the head with Riley was coming back to haunt him. He was pretty sure that wasn't the only thing.
Looking when he saw Garret faze through his door, he didn't even bother trying to play innocent. That look on his face was enough to keep him silent. It was the kind of stare you got from an angry dad. One that was so upset and hurt and disappointed, it just radiated off and made you listen up whether or not you had anything to say.
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Seeing Finn, and that look on his face, Garret couldn't even say a word. He was so pissed, almost pissed enough to smack the shit out of the guy, but he just... couldn't. So instead he just sat down on the sofa beside Finn and breathed through his nose in a very controlled manner, trying to get his brain to stop boiling in anger. He was facing forward, not looking at Finn becaue if he even gave him a cursory glance, he'd get decked.
"Just tell me why," Garret said finally, staring straight ahead at the wall in front of him. "Just why. That's all."
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"Does it matter?" Finn said softly, actually waiting on a beat down. It always came. No matter what, if he didn't deserve it, or in this case did, he got it. If he was trying to be a good guy or trying to be the bad guy, he couldn't win. So why not just give them a reason to be right?
"Because the ends the same. So. . . It doesn't matter why. It won't ever matter why."
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"It does fucking matter," Garret hissed, rounding on Finn and boring into him with furious blue eyes. "What the hell is wrong with you?? I thought you were... I thought that... I'd..." It was hard to articulate what he was trying to say because, when it came to his lips, it just sounded so stupid. It sounded old and desperate and he couldn't even bring himself to say what he'd really been thinking. But he had thought that something had changed, that what he and Finn had talked about had made a difference and it didn't. Which made Garret feel like an idiot.
"I just need to know," he finished lamely.
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"Why!?" Finn yelled, looking at him, nearly breaking down under that look. "I wanted him to hurt! I wanted to him to feel like I feel and I got stupid and sloppy and I lashed out because that's what I do! No one cares why, they just want precious little Rorie safe! They didn't care why, they just wanted me to admit being guilty so they could kick my ass some more!" He yelled. "I know it's my own fault, but I don't care! You're the only one that asked and-and. . ." He just sat back against the couch, waiting for the lecture, waiting for the punches and kicks.
Finn really did feel bad about it, now at least. Not that he was going to say so,
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It wasn't often that Garret got mad enough that he really felt it. When he got mad, normally it was childish and stubborn, or he was drunk, or jealous. But this was different. He was truly mad, and when Garret was mad he was like a parent. His eyes drilled into you and you could actually feel the disappointment.
"I cared." Holding that look for a moment, Garret sat back on the couch, crossing his arms over his chest and staring at the wall in front of him. "I fucking care, Finn. And it... and I feel like an asshole because I thought you'd... that it made any difference and it doesn't. You're just determined to do whatever you want and not hear anything I tell you so... just... whatever." The last was mumbled, the fight going from Garret and replaced instead with defeated humility.
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"It did make a difference," Finn said softly. "At least it felt that way for a while. . ." He was quiet for a moment before sighing. "I called Rez to tell him I slept with Riley, so he would know that I know I fucked up and. . . I fucked it up even worse. . . I just turned it off. I didn't care anymore and then I did and it made me angry and all I could think about was getting back at Rorie because. . . He was easy," Finn said.
"I'm. . . I'm sorry, but I know you probably don't believe it. You've heard it so many times I don't blame you." He just sat there, feeling lower than dirt. It was mostly because Garret was genuinely hurt as hell. Which made it horrible and he didn't realize it till then.
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"Yeah I have, so save it." This was the usual childish anger that Garret was more prone to. He was still mad at Finn, but he did believe that the other guy felt badly. And he himself knew what it was like to want to lash out and hurt everything and everyone around you, to cause as much pain as possible.
"They shouldn't have hit you," Garret said softly, after another moment. "Even if you did deserve it."
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"Doesn't matter, I'm used to it," Finn said as he sat there, not looking at Garret. He almost felt like he should be sent to his room without supper. It was weird to feel this bad about one of his plans, but he did. "There's always a reason to hit me," he said, halfway pitying himself and halfway just stating a fact. At least it seemed that way.
"I'm surprised you've held back. Usually by this time I'm on the ground with my face or ribs busted," he said. It was true! Even when they were on good terms, some how Finn always got beat up.
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"Don't think I haven't considered it." To say that he hadn't considered it, or relished in the idea, would've been a lie. A big one. "But I'm too mad at you and too... whatever." Hurt. Mad and hurt, but he didn't want to admit it.
"So I don't know what to do now. I don't know if Mal's going to forgive you, if Rorie will, if... I don't know. You know you're fucking up and you're hurting me almost as much as yourself? What the hell am I supposed to do with you? Give me one reason I shouldn't toss you out on your ass." Because I don't want to, he thought to himself.
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"I'm not expecting them to," Finn said. He sat there a moment, listening and fighting with himself. What was one good reason he shouldn't be tossed out on his ass? Another moment of silence went by before he got up and went to his bedroom. Digging in his nightstand, he pulled something out before coming back to the living room and tossing and orange pill bottle into Garret's lap.
'FOSS GARRET,' it said on the label. It was Garret's pain meds from his heart attack. The ones he gave to Finn when he needed them after getting mugged. The older man had trusted him not to kill himself with them when he had handed them over. When he moved out, he took them with him. A safety net of sorts. If things ever got really, really bad. . . He always had an out.
Handing over the pills meant Garret could trust Finn. . . Kinda. To an extent. That he had listened, that he had taken to heart what was said so long ago. He didn't say anything as he stood there, the pill bottle out of his possession now.
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When Finn got up, Garret thought that he was going to go pack. Or leave. He remained sitting on the couch, but Garret honestly thought that he would be sitting there alone for awhile. He needed to think anyway. Months ago, when Finn fucked up like this, Garret would have come in here with his fists swinging. He would have broken the kid's nose, tossed him into traffic and prayed for a semi to run him over. But now he just... he didn't know what. He wanted to save Finn like he had saved Rorie when they'd first met.
Looking up at Finn when he came back, Garret took the bottle handed to him, confused. Until he read the label. Why Finn still had this, he didn't want to think about. But they were being handed over, which meant that he wasn't hanging on to them for anything. Like overdose.
"This isn't a reason," he said, though he did smile a little. "It's just an assurance you're not gonna die. Why should I care that you live?"
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Finn wasn't looking at Garret anymore. He wasn't feeling around. Every one of his powers had been put up. So, when Garret asked he he should care that Finn lived, it felt like a punch in the chest. In fact, he would have preferred it. "I. . ." He tried to say something, he wanted to say something. Something that hurt just as much. Finn couldn't get anything out. He wished he hadn't given the pills back. He had done the most damage he'd ever done and now he had to deal with it.
"Just leave," he said, going to his bedroom, slamming the door shut. Bits and pieces of his conversation with Garret from when he was pissed drunk and in LA filtered in and out, but he remembered, maybe half that conversation. Rez was right, he did a lot of shit to himself and he had to man up and say it was on him, but did it matter now? Mal wanted him gone, Rez hated him, Rorie probably did and Garret was probably a mixture of both. Taking deep breaths, he wanted to control the urge to just lash out again and put his fist in the wall or foot.
That just meant it was harder not to cry and that battle was quickly lost as he paced back and forth running his hands through his hair and over his face, fighting sobs that were pushing to come out.
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Finn didn't get to this. He didn't just get to storm off and act all hurt and pissed and be a big baby. Garret got to his feet, following Finn to his bedroom, his hand reaching for the door to yank the door open and probably punch Finn in the head. But he stopped, and growled with disgust, and walked away. If Finn wanted to keep pushing people away, then fine, he could be alone. He deserved to be alone! He could rot in this place and just die by himself and that'd be fine. Actually, he wanted to throw those pills through the door and tell Finn to choke on them. So he stormed back to the door, paused, and walked away again. He didn't want to be the reason Finn died. He had sort of wanted to be a reason for Finn to not die. God, this was so frustrating! He couldn't even figure out his own brain.
Walking through FInn's door, Garret almost bumped into the other man as he was pacing across the floor. "You are a- whoa," he said, startled by the unexpected closeness. "You're a douche! You're an emotionally manipulative prick! You call me up and act like you need a friend and then there I am and then you just walk off!" Getting in Finn's face, oblivious of possible tears for the moment, Garret prodded him hard in the chest. "You have never given me even ONE reason to EVER give a damn about you, you're cruel and you're a liar and you're selfish and everything you do is just self serving and based on this... this... unfounded fear of rejection that NOBODY has ever given you reason to think!! I just want to hit you and-" Cutting himself off, Garret growled instead of finishing the sentence.
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"Then why are you here!?" Finn screamed, pushing Garret back. "If you don't give a damn, then why are you here other than to make sure I know what I did was wrong!? What call!? I called you from LA and asked for phone sex!? How is that asking for a friend!?" He screamed. "Just go! You don't wanna be here, go fuckin' tell Rorie his big bad brother's never going to mess with him again! Go!" Finn started to try and push Garret out of his room now, with very little success.
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Grabbing Finn's hands, Garret ceased all the pitiful attempts to shove him through the door. "You didn't call me for phone sex," Garret scoffed. "You called me because I make you feel better. Because I've never bought into your bullshit and I tell you what you need to hear and even when it makes you hate me, I don't let you lie to yourself." That face, God, the sheer desperation of needing someone to care about you despite all your glaring flaws... it was obvious in Finn's eyes, and it was a feeling that Garret understood too well.
"I shouldn't care about you as much as I do. But I do. I should just let you fall on your face but I can't do it. I just... I can't." Swallowing, Garret licked his lips, looking over Finn's face. "I wish I could turn it off, but... I can't."
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Struggling for a few more moments, Finn stopped and just glared as much as he could as Garret spoke. Which wasn't much of a glare. He was still crying and trying to act tough, but it failed miserably. He wanted to fight with Garret, prove him wrong, but he just didn't have it in him anymore. The fact that he couldn't even get words out to argue, even in the tiniest bit, was amazing. Garret cared about him. Not even in romantic way, just wanting to make sure he was taken care of and happy and not lonely it just. . . Finn hated him for it. He wasn't sure why, he just did. Probably because it made it more solid. That he was here and not going anywhere. Finn had spat, bit, and abused the hand that fed him, yet here was Garret fighting to make him a better person.
Sniffling, he couldn't say anything. He felt like shit and he just wanted to push or hit something. Even if it was feeble. "Shut up," he said softly, his words trembling slightly.
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Smiling, Garret tugged Finn closer, until their chests were touching. "Don't know how," he teased. "My first word was "get" and I haven't shut up since." If he could get Finn to smile, even reluctantly, even just the tiniest bit, then it would be okay. Then he wasn't totally gone. "It's gonna be okay, okay? It will." It was probably a bold promise to be making, since chances were that things would definitely not be okay, but Garret wasn't going to tell him that.
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Finn snorted, something other than that harsh, stubborn frown came across his face. The corners of his mouth turned up just slightly. It barely counted as a smile, but it was something. "You always say that," he said, sniffling as big, fat tears that only he and his brother were able to produce rolled down his cheeks. "I'm gonna stop believing it one of these days," Finn whispered, wanting to just lean on Garret, but keeping himself upright instead. They weren't on good terms, so he couldn't exactly just get affectionate like they had gotten lately.
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Garret had won. He knew it. Well, he had halfway won. There was a smile, which was an improvement, but then there were tears which weren't. "No, no," Garret groaned softly, wiping them off with his fingertips. "Don't cry. I can't stand crying boys, it breaks my heart. I just want to kiss it better when boys cry." Chuckling a little, Garret shook his head, leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on Finn's lips. "Oh shit," he whispered before he'd even broken the kiss.
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Oh well, that was. . . Hmmm. Finn stood there sniffling as Garret had done his charming act of wiping away his tears before their lips were touching. They were kissing and Finn couldn't move. He was frozen to the spot and just wasn't sure what to do. His big, ocean blue eyes were already slightly red from crying, then they went big. When Garret had pulled away, Finn stood there, staring at him. Whaaaaaaaat was that?
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Pulling back, Garret stared at Finn, at a loss for words. Fuck. That had not been a good thing to do. "I... didn't..." There had to be something wrong with his brain. He knew it. "Can we just ignore that and keep... keep going like we were?" If they could agree to ignore than it would be good.
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Finn stared at him for a moment before he did something he probably would regret later. Leaning in, he caught Garret's lip for a brief, chaste kiss. It wasn't anything to freak out about. It was very G rated and it. . . It felt nice. It was the affection and that there was feeling behind it, albeit not romantic or sexy feelings. "Okay," he said softly, sniffling as his tears dried up and he looked at Garret, excepting something. . . Just something.
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Now it was Garret's turn to stare, to look at Finn like maybe he was the one who had lost his mind. It wasn't like it was a suggestive or encouraging kiss, but it was enough to make Garret's brain scream Go for it!. Which was probably the worst idea he'd ever had. Aside from the fact that Finn was Rorie's brother, and the fact that Finn was a wreck right now and this would only complicate things, and that it would be like sleeping with the enemy, and that this would be a bigger screwup than if Rorie had signed on to run the mob instead of just be in it... Aside from all that, Finn had said that he had slept with Riley and he'd hated it. So therefore, the stupidity wouldn't even be worthwhile because Finn didn't like it anyway so it was like the biggest act in idiocy to ever be contemplated.
But despite all that, there was a burning urge in Garret's brain to close what little space there was between them, to wrap his arms around Finn and instead of strangling him, as should have been the norm, kiss him and run his hands over him and strip off his clothing and make Finn feel like there was someone who gave a damn.
Don't think about it, Garret scolded himself. Finn could hear his thoughts and he didn't want to be caught thinking like that. Of course, Finn could probably also feel Garret's heartbeat pounding a little harder, but that he couldn't control. He could control his thinking though... sort of... "Movie," he blurted out finally, letting his hands drop from Finn's face and putting a step of distance between them. "Something mindless. We'll zone out on the couch. Sound good?"
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Finn had put his guards up, so it wasn't like he heard anything. Even if it had been loud enough it would have been garbled and unintelligible. He didn't expect anything to really come of it. Though, he could swear that he felt his own heart speeding up. He wasn't sure and wasn't going to think anything of it. "Movie?" He repeated, confused a moment. "Um. . . Okay," he said, unsure of what to do as he stood there a moment with his hands falling to his sides from Garret's shoulders.
As much as he hated it, and as much as he was unaware of it, Finn and Rorie were more alike without trying than either thought. Finn got quiet and withdrawn and that look that they just needed a hug and a pudding cup. Moving away from Garret, he went to the living room and quickly ran through his movies before grabbing one and putting it in. It was a weird Indie film that he had bought and thought was the coolest at one point. Now it was just good for background noise so it wasn't so quiet. The only humorous part of this whole scene was that Thing, that cat that looked like a scary muppet, had been on the couch the whole time. He just looked like a fuzzy pillow.
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Garret had never been good at saying no to anything, but he had done it for Lloyd before (and there had been plenty of temptations) so he could do it now. And it wasn't like this crush he had on Finn was anything real. They had just connected, and when Garret connected to someone he felt sexually attracted to them. That's all it was, he was sure of it.
So while Finn rifled through his movie selection, Garret set to make himself comfortable and casual and just be a good friend. He went to take a seat on the couch, heard the familiar growl of a demon possessed pillow, and settled himself on the other end. Finn could move that horrible thing if he wanted, but Garret wasn't going to touch it with a ten foot pole.
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"Move over Thing," Finn said softly as he picked up the cat, setting him gently in the recliner where he started to purr happily. It was almost like having a temperamental child, but the cat would curl up to him at night and it was warm. So. . . Maybe he wasn't so unloved. It kinda put things in perspective. In that little blip of a few seconds. To his cat, it didn't matter what he did before him or after him, Thing loved him anyways. "Good boy," he said stroking the cat a few times before sitting down next to Garret.
"It's a good chill out movie," he said, pulling his legs up to sit Indian style, holding a pillow in his lap. Just like Rorie did. It was something to hold and cuddle with in a comfort sort of way since Thing didn't like to be squeezed.
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While Finn curled himself up, Garret stretched himself out, crossing his legs at the ankle and settling back against the cushions. "Sounds good to me," he smiled. "Shame we don't have any weed, we could bake ourselves and laugh at stupid things. Like your cat's creepy face."
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Finn was quiet for a moment before looking over at Garret. "I have some cookies. . ." He said after a moment. "I got them from a guy I know," he said as he got up and dug in the freezer, pulling out a baggy with three cookies in and and brought it back. "Here's some if you wanna."
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Garret knew that he shouldn't have been surprised that Finn had pot cookies, but... well he had only been joking, but Finn delivered regardless. Seeing the bag in the other man's hand, Garret stared for a moment, then burst out laughing. "You've got to be kidding me!" he chuckled, reaching out to take them. "Wow, Finn. Just wow." Did he want to get high with Finn tonight, especially since there was so much turmoil going on around them? "I'll do it if you will."
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"I got them a while a go, after. . . Well everything that went to hell," he said as he sat down. Finn had his little things like that he didn't share, very little if at all. "Figured I'd keep them on tap for those days that I need to unwind and just. . . Not be," he sighed as he set them on the coffee table. "I think if I do it, I'll just end up being a ghost and there's enough of those around," he sighed as he glanced around the room a bit. He wondered if Liam was hanging around at all.
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Groaning a little, Garret swatted playfully at Finn. "You know you're really breaking my heart right now," he sighed. "I just... there should be these magic words I can say that make everything better so you don't have to look like that anymore. I would love for that to be what I can do. I'd gladly trade in being able to find anyone in a crowd to just have one word and make people less miserable. To make you less miserable." His hand came to rest on Finn's thigh, his thumb rubbing affectionately. "Like... fizzlewizzle. Does that make you wanna smile?"
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"You shouldn't have to try to make me feel better," Finn sighed as Thing got restless and came over, jumping up next to him. Uncurling himself, he let the cat come and sit in his lap on the pillow, wanting the attention to be petted. So, he did. His large hand slid down and over the cat's back as it purred happily. Finn was ever the only one to make him do that. In a way, it was like they were kindred spirits. They both were grouchy and hated everything, but were only nice all the time to each other.
Feeling the hand on his thigh, he felt like purring himself when Garret started to rub his thumb over his thigh. Snorting softly, he did smile, slightly like before. "Kinda," he said as Thing ignored everything else, including Garret. No longer an angry demon from hell pillow, but a happy kitty in Finn's lap.
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Daring to move closer, and watching Thing the entire time just in case it decided to turn evil again, Garret rested his head on Finn's shoulder. "I want to make you feel better," he grinned, rubbing Finn's leg. "I'm good at it. And you look less creepy when you actually smile. And besides... you're one of those guys that makes a living off looking miserable, so when I get you to be happy, it makes me feel better about myself. Because the world really just revolves around me, you know."
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"With all this bullshit going on, no one cared how it made me feel. Just how it made them feel and so I got. . . I got tossed aside, again. I like. . . That you wanna make me feel better. At least one person besides fluff ball here," he said snorting softly as Thing got restless and went to the kitchen and sat in his box under the cabinet. "You're the only one that actually. . . Tries to stick it out anymore," he sighed.
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With a sad smile, Garret looked up at Finn and studied the emotions playing out on the other man's face. He knew what it felt like to feel like the one man standing alone, to feel like you had no support for your own stupidity. "I know what it's like to be the bad guy," he sighed, kissing Finn's shoulder and squeezing his thigh affectionately. "Nobody listens to the bad guy or gives a crap what he thinks about anything." Pausing, he sighed a little. "Rorie doesn't get it. I love him, but... when he screws up he has an entire world of people falling all over themselves feeling sorry for him. You know when I told Declan that Rorie had joined the mob, the first thing he said was 'He must be so scared'. I mean seriously? I'm pissed as hell and Declan is starting up a Jimmy Fund for the kid. That's always how it is." The hand on Finn's leg moved higher, and Garret leaned more onto him, shifting himself closer. He was such a cat sometimes. "It's incredible to have someone finally get me, you seriously have... just no idea, Finn. Forty years of no one really getting it."
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"I always liked the bad guys," Finn snorted softly as he relaxed more with the thigh stroking and the slight cuddling. "They were more interesting than the good guys," he sighed as he listened to Garret. "Maybe he needs some harshness," Finn shrugged. "He apparently didn't get why we were so mad," he said, shifting right as Garret's hand went higher. Whaaa. . . Okay, it was really close and he halfway wanted to push it away and halfway wanted to leave it. He never got this kinda affection anymore and it was winning out over pushing the hand away. . . For now. "Feels. . . Better," he nodded after a moment of thinking.
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"I always wanted to be the hero." The kind of men Garret had idolized- James Bond, Captain Kirk, Indiana Jones... they were all heroes. They did the right thing even when they were doing the wrong thing. "But I think it's just easier to be a villain when you can't live up to peoples' expectations and you're tired of trying." Life would've been a lot simpler if that could actually be possible. But the reason Finn was unhappy now, and why Garret struggled sometimes, was because they did care.
"Maybe that's why Rorie is so popular," he pondered, moving his hand from Finn's thigh (because it was high enough that the only place for it to go would be his groin) and resting it on his stomach instead. "He's still trying to live up to expectations. Because he can, he has the potential. I think we're too far gone for that. We should start an evil league of doom."
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Listening, Finn took it in. Maybe that was why it was clicking now. How much Garret and he were alike. It was uncanny almost. Like they were meant to be brothers instead of him and Rorie. Though it could always be a yin and yang thing too.
"Kinda feel like Batman," he said. "No matter how much good happens, they over look it when you do something bad," Finn mused. "I don't. . . I'm tired of trying to be bad and trying to be good. I just wanna be able to wake up and not wonder who hates me today," he sighed, nearly groaning at the hand on his belly, it felt good. Like a cat getting belly rubs.
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Scratching small circles on Finn's stomach, Garret nuzzled against the other man's neck, purring slightly. This kind of thing made Mal crazy, and lately Garret didn't feel very cuddly with Rorie who did like it, and Declan was basically off limits because he was spoken for. Sometimes Garret just needed to be affectionate.
"I'm still waiting for that day. But you need to focus on the people that want you around. It's hard sometimes, especially when you think that no one does... and sometimes, there is no one... but it gets better. Eventually. Mostly." Chuckling softly, Garret pressed another kiss on Finn's shoulder.
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Finn was getting calmer and sleepier with the belly scratches. So this was why Thing liked them so much. He could dig this. "You, possibly Rorie, and. . . That all I can think of off the top of my head," he sighed. "I don't wanna leave. As much as I hate it here sometimes, I don't have anywhere else to go that wouldn't be as bad or worse. . . Well maybe Italy," he chuckled slightly. "Where it's warm and sunny and there's plenty of good food and wine and women. . ." Sighing, he groaned. "I would kill for some of my Nonna's cooking. It made everything better no matter how shitty it was."
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"If you want, I can cook you something awful. It'll taste pretty bad but at least it'll be hot." Garret offered a grin, making himself comfortable against Finn. He could feel that the other man was falling asleep on him, and he didn't mind. He had come here to yell at him, and also to make sure he was okay, and it seemed Finn was okay. Or as okay as he could be. "I don't want you to leave either. I need a comrade in arms. Me and you... Batman and Spiderman. The superheroes who only screw up." Squeezing Finn's tummy, Garret tilted his head and bit him on the neck, growling playfully like a puppy.
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"No, I'm not suicidal, just depressed," Finn chuckled as he relaxed before the biting and growling started. "Whyyyy?" He whined as he tried to curl away. "No biting unless this is foreplay," he snorted, rolling his eyes as Garret's attempts to make him smile and laugh and feel better, slowly started to happen and take place. "Which I think is not a good idea. I could get ass babies or something," he said making a face. "We'd have ugly ass babies."
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"It could be!" Garret declared, pushing himself up more to go on full attack. He was laughing too hard to successfully bite at Finn, but it was good enough to get the point across. Plus, he was prodding and groping at him as well. If he was lucky he'd pull a giggle from Finn and then he would have won. "We will have beautiful babies! Beautiful, fucked up... horny little babies!" Getting up on his knees, Garret flopped himself on top of Finn, kissing his face all over. "Give it up, baby, you know you want me manhandling you! I'm good at it!! I have references!!!"
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"It's horrible foreplay!" Finn cried, crying out when Garret flopped on top of him. "I gotta carry said assbabies!" He was trying so hard not to laugh, but it didn't last long. He shrieked when Garret started to kiss him all over his face. "Oh my God! I can't breath with you on me you Hulk!" He laughed finally, trying to push Garret off of him.
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Grinning, Garret pulled away from Finn enough to look ay him, propping himself up with his hands on the back of the couch. "Mmm," he purred, stradling Finn's lap and completely violating his personal space. "They used to call me Hulk in college."
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Settling down a bit, Finn caught his breath before looking up at Garret. "That's slightly terrifying. Why did they call you that?" He asked, fearing the answer a bit as he settled his hands on Garret's waist to keep him from sliding further forward lest there be humpage on accident or purpose, he wasn't taking chances right then.
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If at all possible Garret's grin widened. His eyebrows waggled suggestively and he purred, giving Finn his best bedroom eyes. "Why do you think?" he chuckled, giving Finn's lap a little grind.
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"Ngh," Finn grunted as those hips starts to rub. "You want me to pop a boner, don't you?" He groaned looking up at Garret with a quirked eyebrow. "Don't make me hard," he whined, pouting a bit as he let go of the other's hips to grab his hands to try and sit him back a bit.
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"Oh, baby," Garret cooed, putting on his best teasing pout. "If I wanted you hard, you would be." As Finn tried grabbing his hands, Garret moved them out of the way, mischief twinkling in his eyes. "If there's one thing I know, it's what makes people tick. I could have you melting for me in minutes, no empathic or incubus abilities needed." They were walking a dangerous line right now, and Garret knew it. But he was very familiar with this line by now, and he hadn't backed down from it yet.
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"Ack!" Finn huffed as he missed the hands. "Do you remember what happened last time we did this? You won and I threw up, do you really want a repeat performance?" He asked as he felt that challenge arise. "Because I won't back down this time," he said, raising an eyebrow and smirking a bit as he bucked up to Garret, knowing the other couldn't say no, but Finn had no qualms about saying it.
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Grabbing hold of the back of the couch, Garret steadied himself on Finn's lap, shooting him a look. "Last time we did this, you were drinking and things were... different." Clearing his throat a little, Garret leaned away from Finn a bit, his hands still resting on the back of the sofa. Last time the two of them had held a deep resentment for one another, maybe even hated each other a bit. Last time it had been a glorified pissing contest. This time was... well, at least fir Garret, it was different.
"Um, besides. I like winning. You puking would be a bonus, and I bet you would back down, and I'll tell you why. Because you don't like guys and I do and you'd stop because you wouldn't really enjoy it. So... there."
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"Yeah," Finn nodding, actually thinking about it. "I need to be drunk so it'll be fun," he rolled his eyes before yawning. "Don't need to be doing it anyways because. . ." He paused to yawn again. "You got me worked up then calmed down and now it's not even three," he said looking at the clock. "Barely. . . Either way you sitting on me right now isn't really revving my engine much, dude," Finn said looking up at Garret.
"Unless ya wanna cuddle, then I'll be all over you like white on rice," he chuckled, butting his head against Garret's chest slightly.
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Rejection, even one you saw coming, still stung. With a small nod, Garret slid off Finn's lap and got to his feet, stretching. "You should go to sleep," he said softly. "It is pretty late, and you've had a pretty rough day." Reaching out, he grabbed one of Finn's hands and tugged on him. "Let me put you to bed."
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"It's three in the afternoon," Finn said confused as he was tugged up. He was tired though. After the toss around and then fighting with Garret, he was spent a bit. Getting up, he followed Garret to the bedroom, confused on what happened. He didn't think much on it though since it made his head hurt more than the slight throbbing he had from being upset.
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"Yeah, but it's almost six in California time," Garret pointed out, pulling Finn along. "And for old men like you, that's way past your bedtime. Plus you look about ready to drop. Plus... I've got places to be, you know, people to... do, and whatever." Distance between them would be good right now. Taking Finn to the bed, Garret pushed him down and grabbed the covers. "You gonna be alright by yourself?"
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Blinking, still confused, Finn followed alone. He wasn't sure what the sudden change was for, but now Garret was pushing him away when they had gotten to a normal again. The spark to argue and make things hard was gone though, so he was compliant as he was given lines. "Yeah, I'll be fine," he said softly as he was tucked in. Garret was leaving, like he always did. Off to help Rorie or think or brood or work or something.
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Not one to really take care of other people well, Garret tossed the covers over Finn somewhat askew and patted the mattress. "You sure? I mean... I know things have been kind of... tough lately. If you want me to stay, I can." Pausing, he smiled and added "I can always do people later, right?"
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"If. . . You want to," Finn said, sitting up a bit. "It'd be kinda nice to not fall asleep alone for once," he said thinking about it. He'd be gone in half an hour and the other could stay till then and leave. He just didn't want to fall asleep alone. Waking up alone would be another battle for another day and not one he wanted to deal with right then.
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"Hmm... selfless? I think I can do that." He wasn't entirely sure about that, but he could try at least. Settling himself down next to Finn, Garret laid down on his side, tucking his arm under his head. "I hate sleeping alone too. I think I'm allergic to it. It's too cold, and lonely... and it makes me think too much. I hate thinking." Smirking a little, he added "I'm too pretty to think."
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"If you started to think, the world may combust," Finn said as he looked at Garret, laying down and mirroring the other man. "Thing sometimes comes in and sleeps with me, but a cat doesn't really make up for another person," he said. "This. . . Is kinda nice." He could feel the weight and heat of Garret and it let him know that the other was there. Lulling him even as he yawned again. Lack of sleep and majority of his week spent drunk was taking it's tole finally. He may sleep in Sunday and play dead for work.
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Smiling, Garret sighed a bit. "It is nice. You... you're kinda nice. Pretty much." God something about the O'Bannon boys was just... it reminded Garret of being fifteen again. Even though he managed to recover nicely, he still felt like a tongue-tied bumbling idiot. At least now it all stayed in his brain and didn't spill out like word vomit.
Reaching out, Garret brushed his fingertips on Finn's cheek. "Stubbly," he noted idly. "Kind of suits you."
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"Thanks. Not so bad yourself," he chuckled. Humming softly, he closed his eyes a moment before opening them half way again. "I like it. Feels like feelers, like whiskers on a cat," he mumbled, shifting closer at the touch, he wanted to stay up a few more minutes, but when he was laying down and eyes closed, it was hard to stay awake.
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Garret's heartbeat jumped a little as Finn shifted closer. This was stupid. There was no need for this nervousness or anything, because anything that he was feeling wasn't real. It was temporary and blurry like a teenage crush. He could handle this kind of thing and not let it make things weird between them. He wanted to be a good friend.
"Yeah," Garret said softly, looking over Finn's face, watching as he fell asleep. His fingers moved over Finn's face to stroke his hair, a guaranteed way to put him to sleep. He looked so much different than when Garret had first met him. "Finn..." he whispered. "I um... I just wanted to tell you that... um." He knew he should keep his mouth shut. He just needed to for two more minutes and Finn would be out cold, and then he could leave and then this wouldn't be a problem anymore. There wouldn't be any temptation to act on any stupid impulse that would only ruin everything forever. "Nothing."
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Finn was nearly asleep as Garret started to stroke his hair. That felt so nice. It was soothing and gentle and something he needed. That soft, gentleness that he never really got from anyone. "Hmm?" He hummed when Garret said something. Then when the other got quiet, he didn't push. He easily let it go and sighed, nearly passed out. "Love you," he mumbled as he slipped into a wonderful slumber of having no dreams and having it be relaxing beyond belief. It was something he desperately needed with everything that had been going on.
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Swallowing, Garret stayed still for a moment, tensed and waiting to see if Finn was going to say anything else. Maybe a 'just kidding' or 'as a friend' or 'for a douche', something. But it didn't come. "I think I like you," he mumbled quietly, hoping that Finn wouldn't stir and, luckily, he didn't. And after awhile Garret finally released the breath he'd been holding, moved himself nearer to Finn and put an arm around him. He could stay for awhile.