[ Now that would have been one for the fridge gallery. The two of them stark naked, stumbling fresh from the master bath. That time Finn fucked Billy off the side of the bed. He can distinctly remember the way Billy's hands fisted into Susan's floral sheets– wads of crushed up meadows.
It's a nice memory, but Billy's still being every bit of the unrepentant hardass, goading his own destruction. Maybe this is what it takes to get Billy to ditch the knight act and leave Max to a fate that can't be worse than his own. Maybe this is just the push to get him rolling, gone. Billy won't have to do it alone. If there's one thing Finn's certain he can do, it's leading the lost.
Too rage stupid to reconsider. One tap drops the match. ]
Now deal with it
[ There will be hope somewhere in the ashes, there always is. If Billy wants him, he knows where to find him. ]
[ 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. ]
[ The days after they clash, Finn stops eating, subsisting on bud, beer, and crumbs while holed up in his junkyard squat. He keeps an eye on his phone just in case, but eventually the life completely drains from it. There isn't much to miss. Even the initial barrage of ignored texts from Neil peter out before his phone gives up the ghost. Left to his vices and a fat paperback, Finn falls in and out of crossfaded dreams. Brakes fail at the brink of an abyss, warren cells unlock into themselves, and Billy combusts in his arms. Light me up.
Time gets funny without a clock, diverging into moments defined only by the light. Sluggish days wane into longer nights of Finn dousing his wits within the frigid pools of light cast off by a lantern. Day or night, he covets sleep; seeking refuge in nightmares just to keep from facing himself.
The truth? Finn's a selfish asshole, but he still feels for motherfuckers which makes it a problem. He knows the retribution he dealt was disproportionate to the offense, even with every way Billy's wronged him working in tandem to justify his actions. He was wrong.
The stink of his own rotting becomes unbearable only when he runs out of his distractions. That's when he finally crawls out of the guts of that abandoned bus, heading back to civilization with his rucksack packed to skip town. There isn't any point in staying if Billy doesn't need him.
Before heading for the crustiest diner in town, Finn slinks into the Hawkins High gym to shower. With his hood up he blends in without issue. Security's shit and apparently the school's got twenty-somethings attending it anyway.
Now Finn sits in the loneliest booth in the diner to fuel up his phone and body. He's in the company of a cup of black coffee, a cold plate of untouched bacon and eggs, and a copy of the Hawkins Post he found discarded on a nearby table. He pores over the headlines for mentions of dead Hargroves until the Little 'Droid That Could chirps back to life with a chorus of notifications: social media, dating apps, texts from a couple of his brothers, a San Diego hookup, and–
hey. wanna help me steal a car?
Finn's reading the text a little over a half hour after it's sent. He sits rigid in his seat, coffee sloshing redacting black over Hawkins' highlights.
He doesn't understand why, doesn't really care. All that matters is that Billy needs him. ]
[ Finn's blocked him he figures. His message is hanging in the ether, barred from entry. He deserves it, not that he'd ever admit it aloud, but, he gets it, wonders what state Finn's in, hopes he's getting his dick nice and wet. The fucker deserves it.
Except, it pisses him off, picturing Finn's head tipped back, mouth open, somebody else making a home for him deep in their throat.
Then his phone chirps, and he feels hot all over. Giddy. ]
meet me where cherry meets hawthorne. you any good at safes?
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[ Now that would have been one for the fridge gallery. The two of them stark naked, stumbling fresh from the master bath. That time Finn fucked Billy off the side of the bed. He can distinctly remember the way Billy's hands fisted into Susan's floral sheets– wads of crushed up meadows.
It's a nice memory, but Billy's still being every bit of the unrepentant hardass, goading his own destruction. Maybe this is what it takes to get Billy to ditch the knight act and leave Max to a fate that can't be worse than his own. Maybe this is just the push to get him rolling, gone. Billy won't have to do it alone. If there's one thing Finn's certain he can do, it's leading the lost.
Too rage stupid to reconsider. One tap drops the match. ]
Now deal with it
[ There will be hope somewhere in the ashes, there always is. If Billy wants him, he knows where to find him. ]
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?
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Time gets funny without a clock, diverging into moments defined only by the light. Sluggish days wane into longer nights of Finn dousing his wits within the frigid pools of light cast off by a lantern. Day or night, he covets sleep; seeking refuge in nightmares just to keep from facing himself.
The truth? Finn's a selfish asshole, but he still feels for motherfuckers which makes it a problem. He knows the retribution he dealt was disproportionate to the offense, even with every way Billy's wronged him working in tandem to justify his actions. He was wrong.
The stink of his own rotting becomes unbearable only when he runs out of his distractions. That's when he finally crawls out of the guts of that abandoned bus, heading back to civilization with his rucksack packed to skip town. There isn't any point in staying if Billy doesn't need him.
Before heading for the crustiest diner in town, Finn slinks into the Hawkins High gym to shower. With his hood up he blends in without issue. Security's shit and apparently the school's got twenty-somethings attending it anyway.
Now Finn sits in the loneliest booth in the diner to fuel up his phone and body. He's in the company of a cup of black coffee, a cold plate of untouched bacon and eggs, and a copy of the Hawkins Post he found discarded on a nearby table. He pores over the headlines for mentions of dead Hargroves until the Little 'Droid That Could chirps back to life with a chorus of notifications: social media, dating apps, texts from a couple of his brothers, a San Diego hookup, and–
hey. wanna help me steal a car?
Finn's reading the text a little over a half hour after it's sent. He sits rigid in his seat, coffee sloshing redacting black over Hawkins' highlights.
He doesn't understand why, doesn't really care. All that matters is that Billy needs him. ]
My specialty
Where we headed?
ahhhhh immm backkkk 💀💦
Except, it pisses him off, picturing Finn's head tipped back, mouth open, somebody else making a home for him deep in their throat.
Then his phone chirps, and he feels hot all over. Giddy. ]
meet me where cherry meets hawthorne.
you any good at safes?