a weird thing idfk - finn's dump

[bxhemia]

[div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 400px; font-size: 10pt; line-height:115%; text-align: justify; margin-top: 5px"]▸  Hands threaded through his hair, warm lips running across cold skin as a clock ticked away in the background. Fourty-five minutes, that's how long he had before Tanner got home. Fourty-five minutes that would be spent with a friend, a lover. Sam hadn't meant for things to turn out this way, but ever since Tanner's conflict with Miles, his boyfriend had grown distant. He stayed out late, came home drunk more often than not. They barely ever talked these days, and when they did it was always yelling, screaming, throwing things across the room to burn furious energy. No, Sam hadn't meant for things to end up like this, he reflected as the soft lips moved to his neck. But he'd been in a bad place, stuck in a hole with no foreseeable way out. Until someone had thrown him a rope. His saviour had been quite the knight in shining armour, with his bleached white hair and swirling tattoos, grey-black eyes and scars that nearly rivaled his own. Was it really so surprising that Sam had fallen for him? Of course not, he told himself, he was doomed from the start, he told himself. Fingers ran down his exposed sides, sending shivers through his body as teeth bit at his collarbone. They traced his ribs, eliciting a breathless gasp from his parted lips. He'd lost count of the times they'd met like this, sneaking around and barely avoiding being caught. It filled him with thrill, made his spine tingle when he thought of it. Sam thought back to the first time they'd met; he'd been at a small bar downtown, drinking away his problems. When his Knight, whom he'd come to know as Alex, approached him. By this time, Sam was well and truly drunk, but Alex had not tried to take advantage. The white haired male had taken his hand kindly, led him out of the bar and took him home. Before Sam had gotten out of the car, Alex slipped him a piece of paper with something scrawled in messily attractive handwritng:

[align=center][font=segoe print]hey, you seemed pretty drunk last night. call me when you're coherrent okay?
-alex
028 937 9734

He'd called of course, because he was stupidly desperate for someone to just talk to, and his Knight was all too happy to listen. It started like that, just talking and the occasional meetup at a little coffee shop downtown that barely anyone visited. From there, things only moved forward. It began with sweet words, casual and playful flirting, small touches that only grew bolder. They'd gone on their first date three weeks after that drunken night when his Knight had saved him. Sam didn't even feel guilty. While his relationship with Alex grew bolder, his relationship with Tanner only grew toxic. They barely interacted with each other aside from sex. Drunken, rough, vicious, toxic. Sam almost always felt disgusting afterwards, no matter who ended up on top. But then one night, under the guise of staying with his parents, Sam found himself on Alex's doorstep, almost in tears at one in the morning. Alex had opened the door, all confusion forgotten as he'd pulled the shaking twenty year old into his arms. That night had ended almost the same as this one, he reflected, as the fingers danced around the waistband of his too-tight jeans. The lips had moved from his neck to capture his own, almost perfect teeth scraping against his bottom lip, biting down softly to draw another elicit sound from deep in his throat.