characters mentioned: Finney Blake, Gwen Blake, Robin Arellano (for like a second), Ernesto Arellano
overview: Ernesto knocked again, and still there was nothing. It was getting dark out and he was about to turn around and walk back home until he heard the faint sound of someone talking. He heard an annoyed, “Stupid…fucking thing,” and a sharp feeling ran down his spine.
He’d known he was home but wasn’t expecting him to be outside. Ernesto creeped towards the back of the house and saw Finn, leaned against the house, pre-roll in hand and clearly struggling to light it with his lighter. A frustrated sigh escaped Finn’s dry, chapped mouth when he finally noticed Ernesto staring at him, which clearly spooked him. Finn nearly jumped out of his skin and backed up, putting more distance between them.
“Jesus Christ! Make some noise or something!”
warnings: Smoking, shotgunning, handjobs, unintentional edging. Not a whole lot icl
I have heard your pleas for Finnesto and have come to deliver in the form of a very short, very poorly written one-shot because I have been dealing with an intense case of writers block combined with depression, not fun but we ball either way it’s okay. Enjoy :3
tag list; @sammyfckmychungus, @sabsfavie, @palmvioletsky, @itzlusstuff, @fandomsworldsblog this one’s for y’all also shout out to @ringingfinney for the idea :3
Ernesto had initially made his way to the Blake house because he and Gwen had agreed to study for something—history, maybe? He didn’t exactly recall, he brought every subject with him just in case. He was sure that Finn was home, why wouldn’t he be? He never saw Finn outside unless making his way to the store, at school, or on the way to his dealer’s, whoever they may be. There were multiple people that came to mind that Ernesto didn’t want to speculate, what if he was just making assumptions based on their appearances? One of the very first lessons you learn when you’re young is don’t judge a book by its cover and he was essentially doing that!
Ernesto took a deep breath.
He was overthinking it, like he always did. Even when he was younger, when Robin was still alive, he was always overthinking everything. “You need to relax, Ernie,” Robin would always tell him. And he knew he was right, even now he was still right. So he tried to shake any tension he felt in his shoulders, as hard as that was, and knocked on the Blake’s front door.
He waited for a moment longer, rocking on his heels anxiously. Had he gotten the dates wrong? The time wrong? Oh, god, what if he was actually hours late and Gwen thought he stood her up by accident? A sickly feeling churned in his stomach just at the thought of it. Ernesto turned around and saw that Terrence Blake’s car wasn’t in the driveway, so he was probably working while Gwen and Finn stayed home. The thought of being in a house alone with both of them made him feel a little dizzy.
Ernesto knocked again, and still there was nothing. It was getting dark out and he was about to turn around and walk back home until he heard the faint sound of someone talking. He heard an annoyed, “Stupid…fucking thing,” and a sharp feeling ran down his spine.
He’d known he was home but wasn’t expecting him to be outside. Ernesto creeped towards the back of the house and saw Finn, leaned against the house, pre-roll in hand and clearly struggling to light it with his lighter. A frustrated sigh escaped Finn’s dry, chapped mouth when he finally noticed Ernesto staring at him, which clearly spooked him. Finn nearly jumped out of his skin and backed up, putting more distance between them.
“Jesus Christ! Make some noise or something!” He yelled at him from across the yard. Ernesto shrunk into himself some, head low in shame and embarrassment.
“I didn’t mean to scare you Finn, I just…is Gwen here?” A long moment passed of Ernie watching Finn watch him, jaw clenching and unclenching as his chest rose and fell at a slower pace.
“No,” he finally responded. Finn turned his attention back to trying to light the joint, and Ernie took it as a sign he was okay to move closer to him. “She went to the store to grab some snacks like, four minutes ago?” Finn was just guesstimating, He didn’t know how long ago it was that Gwen had left for the store. He cared that his lighter didn’t feel like lighting.
“Why?” Finn spared the boy a glance for a second then returned back to his joint. His eyebrows knit together in frustration until he finally got it to light the end, a faint victorious smile that he’d bested his piece of shit lighter.
“We were supposed to study.” Ernesto’s eyes were fixed on his lips as he spoke. He attempted to not think about the times they were on his skin and how he missed the rough feeling of them and the feeling of his teeth grazing his neck. Ernesto had seen Finn bite someone for coming up behind him, and it left a nasty mark. Nothing he’d done to him, though.
Finn hummed in disinterest. He took a long drag from it, allowing the smoke to fill his lungs so he would be able to sleep peacefully at night and tried to ignore Ernie’s gaze burning into him. They hadn’t seen each other in months besides in passing. Finn had blatantly ignored any attempts to reach out. Finn thought of it as doing Ernie a favor. But his eyes were locked and it made his mouth twitch. “What is it?” He snapped.
Ernie jumped back slightly. He tripped over his own two feet before balancing himself against the nearest wall connected to the house. “What?”
“Why do you keep staring at me? Do you want some or something?” Ernie was never much of a smoker, and Finn knew that.
“Maybe.” No, he did not want some. Rather, he wanted to be close to Finn. No matter how hard he pushed him away. Ernie had never gotten high before, and he was certain Finn would laugh in his face and tell him fuck no.
“Come here,” he said instead. Ernie’s feet felt ironed to the concrete all of a sudden. He swallowed thickly, trying to will himself to move closer to him before he changed his mind. His legs felt like a mix of lead and jelly as he made his way over to him slowly as if he was unsure of Finn’s intentions until he tired of how long he was taking and grabbed his arm, pulling him closer.
Finn didn’t say anything for a minute or so and just took a long drag from the joint, glanced around to make sure there were no wandering eyes, and kissed him. Ernie’s eyes widened in shock and went to kiss him back until he felt the smoke from Finn’s mouth transfer to his.
Ernesto broke the kiss to cough. Finn couldn’t help but snort. It was the first time in months Finn touched him and he was already more, smoke or otherwise. He’d grown to associate the scent with Finn so he hadn’t minded it too much but it was another thing to have it in his system.
Ernesto didn’t think of how, if Finn wanted to, he could punch him for what he was about to do, but he also didn’t care. He impulsively pressed his lips against Finn’s in desperation silently begging for any semblance of touch from him.
Finn staggered back in surprise. He pushed Ernie against the wall, instinctively sliding his right leg between Ernie’s legs. He whined in response. He hadn’t jerked off in any shape or form and it showed in the way he was sure if he moved his hips against his leg, he would get a boner.
Ernie broke the kiss and leaned forward to rest his head against Finn’s shoulder and began to grind against it. “Ernesto,” Finn warned, growing wary of doing this out in the open.
“Please, Finn. I need you.” He whined again. Finn pushed him back upright against the wall and Ernie frowned. Finn didn’t respond to any protests against stopping him and instead tossed the joint to the concrete and put a hand down Ernesto’s jeans, slowly palming him through his boxers.
Ernie’s mouth fell open as a broken moan slipped out, but Finn covered his mouth with his free hand. “Shut up.” He said quietly, yet sternly. “This what you wanted?” Ernesto nodded slowly, and Finn sped his movements up ever so slightly, feeling him get hard in his hand.
“What did I tell you about using your words, Ernie?” You just told me to stay quiet, he wanted to bite back, but refrained.
“Good boy.” Due to how long it’d been, Ernesto started to squirm the closer he felt. Finn moved his hand from the outside of his boxers to inside, choosing to just jerk him off. Ernesto leaned his head back against the wall and screwed his eyes shut.
Ernie involuntarily bucked his hips but just as he was about to finish Finn stopped, glancing towards the front of the house. Ernesto lifted his head in confusion. “What’re you—”
“Shut up.” Finn told him in a hushed, quiet tone. From inside he could hear a voice, and he now understood what made him stop.
The two quickly separated and Finn extinguished the joint on the ground as Ernesto fixed himself.
“You should head back inside,” Finn said casually as if he wasn’t just jerking him off from inside his boxers. “You can tell her I let you in.”
Ernie nodded, unsure of what to say in response and instead just took the back door to meet her inside and hope his boner wasn’t as visible as it felt.
