[ It wasn't the first time Finn got his dick in him, but he won't ever forget that particular dicking. The family's detergent filling his nose, their combined sweat mixing in alongside Sue's soap, the musk Finn carries with him that not even a shower could chase away.
Billy shot all over a forest meadow, a leaping deer, and he collapsed into his own drool and wished for a wild fucking moment that his old man would walk in, find Finn draped over his back, playing with his hair, keeping him plugged up fat with cum for just a little longer.
Which means this has gotta be a wish come true, and Billy's heart pounds. It doesn't feel real, and there's a chance he'll slink back into that house on Cherry Street and nothing will change because Finn was bullshitting him. But he and Finn are tinder and match. He thinks it’s real. He feels— ]
you're a doll. see you around.
[ It's almost a week before Finn gets another text. Billy’s never laughed while getting it from his old man, that was reserved for rowdy tussles and bar parking lots. He always took his lumps as stoically as he could manage. He never wanted him to see him crack.
Something else cracks. The thought that Neil’s seen Finn’s cock, that Neil’s seen Billy at his best, is just too fucking funny. He laughs like a hyena even after the hand closes on his neck. He takes the licks and the bumps and the cocksucking faggot and the not under my goddamn roof and the no son of mine. Billy says something like, I’ll lick his fucking asshole over spending another goddamn day in this house before he feels his tooth crack.
He goes to ground outside the house, and Max finds and takes him the cash he’s been keeping in a clip under a loose board. She can’t find his car keys though, figures they’re in the safe. Billy sends the text and wonders if Finn’s already made it two states over. ]
cw: domestic violence, homophobic slurs
Billy shot all over a forest meadow, a leaping deer, and he collapsed into his own drool and wished for a wild fucking moment that his old man would walk in, find Finn draped over his back, playing with his hair, keeping him plugged up fat with cum for just a little longer.
Which means this has gotta be a wish come true, and Billy's heart pounds. It doesn't feel real, and there's a chance he'll slink back into that house on Cherry Street and nothing will change because Finn was bullshitting him. But he and Finn are tinder and match. He thinks it’s real. He feels— ]
you're a doll. see you around.
[ It's almost a week before Finn gets another text. Billy’s never laughed while getting it from his old man, that was reserved for rowdy tussles and bar parking lots. He always took his lumps as stoically as he could manage. He never wanted him to see him crack.
Something else cracks. The thought that Neil’s seen Finn’s cock, that Neil’s seen Billy at his best, is just too fucking funny. He laughs like a hyena even after the hand closes on his neck. He takes the licks and the bumps and the cocksucking faggot and the not under my goddamn roof and the no son of mine. Billy says something like, I’ll lick his fucking asshole over spending another goddamn day in this house before he feels his tooth crack.
He goes to ground outside the house, and Max finds and takes him the cash he’s been keeping in a clip under a loose board. She can’t find his car keys though, figures they’re in the safe. Billy sends the text and wonders if Finn’s already made it two states over. ]
hey. wanna help me steal a car?