Macy !

The cabins were cold, extremely cold. Even with the comfort of the heaters you didn’t seem to get quite warm. Maybe it was the weathers fault, maybe it was fear, maybe it was you.

It didn’t matter, all you knew was you we’re cold. Nights were short out at the camp, with Gwen’s dreams and all. You didn’t mind but god you craved just one night of relaxation and good sleep.

You closed you eyes, tossed and turned but after a while it seemed useless and you gave up on trying to fall asleep. You stared at the bottom of the top bunk. Your thoughts raced. Gwen’s nightmares, that night in the kitchen, The Grabber’s return, Finney… you were most concerned about him.

Ever since his first encounter with that asshole all those years ago you slowly saw the spark fade from his eyes. You’d known him since basically forever, but you weren’t sure if you even knew him now.

He was always angry, at the world, at himself, at anybody he wanted. He spent his days alone and isolated, he talked to nobody, walked alone, sat alone, ate alone. Though he would never admit to being a loner. You felt for him, he used to be your best friend but you hadn’t spoken to him in ages. You tried, he just wouldn’t reciprocate.

So when Gwen asked you to come along on this investigation, you didn’t hesitate for even a second. You hoped it would be a way for you two to reconcile but up until now he had still barely talked to you. And it really really stung.

You felt your eyes sting as tears started welling up inside of them. You repressed your sadness, no use crying over a guy like him. You wiped away your tears and sat up in your bed, almost hitting your head on the top bunk. You took a deep breath and tried to compose yourself, but then you heard a loud BANG.

Going outside at midnight here could mean a death sentence, but curiosity got the better of you, you put on your shoes, and a coat over your pajamas. You slowly crept up to the front door, looking out the window for any sign of danger. It seemed quiet again, so you slowly pushed open the door.

The area was dimly lit, but fortunately the snow had stopped falling which made being able to look around a lot easier. In the distance you could see the “out-of-order” payphone, and next to it, a big rock. You furrowed your brow in confusion before noticing Finney sitting on the slightly snowy bench right across from the payphone.

Aha, just another anger outburst. You rolled your eyes and wanted to turn back before something pulled you back in— a smell. A smell you could recognize from several miles away. Really? He’s doing that right now, at a Christian youth camp? Fuck this guy. “So that was you?” You asked him, arms crossed over each other in an attempt to look intimidating.

His head snapped over to where you were standing, he obviously didn’t expect anyone else to be here at this time. “Does it matter?” He smugly replied, that same angry fire in his eyes. “You scared the shit out of me, Blake.” Your tone shifted to be more angry, because in all honesty you were angry. Finney didn’t even care to reply, he just shrugged.

“Asshole.” You muttered under your breath before turning around to finally walk away. “Why are you up?” Your heart stopped for a second, did he really just ask you a question? He wants to know something about you? It felt pathetic to get so excited over something so simple, but a win is a win. You turned back around. “It’s cold, and lonely.” You simply replied. “Lonely? How come? Where’s Gwen?” The way he sounded so concerned over his little sister made you feel like there was hope, hope that the Finney you once knew was still in there.

“Don’t freak out, she went to sleep with Ernesto.” You saw his jaw clench. “I’m gonna fucking kill him.” He stood up from the bench ready to charge at the kid. “You will not be doing anything of the sort, Blake.” You pushed him back down on the bench. “He’s a nice kid, they’re asleep, he’s keeping her safe. You should be more grateful that someone cares about her like you do.” He simply rolled his eyes at you and turned his gaze to look back at the payphone. He took a long slow drag from the joint.

In all honesty you were just surprised he didn’t absolutely lash out at you for putting him back in his place. You stood there for a while, in silence. Then you decided to do something, to your standards, outrageous. “Can I have a hit?” You asked, the words falling from your lips so easily. Finney raised his eyebrows. “You can’t handle this.” He laughed and shook his head.

“You don’t know what I can or can’t handle.” You retaliated before trying to take the joint from between his lips. He cursed at you and took it away. “You’re not touching my shit.” He spat at you. “Jeez, calm down Blake.” You rolled your eyes at his childish behavior.

“You don’t have to call me that all the time.” Your brows furrowed in confusion. “What?” “Blake.” You scoffed. “Well it’s your name isn’t it?”

“You never used to call me that.” He said before taking another long drag of the joint. “Well you never used to be such an asshole.” His eyes shot up to look at you, in them a look of anger, shock, confusion, and— hurt..? You were equally as shocked by how easily those words left your lips.

He threw the joint on the snow, not bothering to step on it and put it out. He stood up and pushed past you to get to his cabin. You placed your hand on his shoulder and stopped him. “Finney I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it I—“ you started. “Oh so now it’s Finney, huh? Fuck off with your sweet talking.” He released his shoulder from your grip.

“Just wait okay I’m sorry, it’s just— I miss you.” That made him stop dead in his tracks. He turned around slowly, fire in his eyes. “You think I like being so fucking angry all the time? You think I like feeling like this all the goddamn time?!” He stepped closer to you, pointing his finger at your chest. “You miss me? Well I miss me too.” His eyes were different now, they looked vulnerable and you could swear a tear started forming in the corners of them.

“You’ve got no idea what I’ve been through, you don’t know what it was like!” He started whisper-yelling, trying to keep his composure. “You’re right.” You replied, his finger fell, as did his face. “I don’t know shit about what you’ve been through, all I know is I miss my best friend, the person I used to love.” You grabbed his arm.

His eyes stayed fixed on you, your grip on his wrist a little tighter than anticipated. “Person you used to love?” He asked you, with a slight hesitation in his voice. You looked away, lip trembling due to the cold and the wave of emotions hitting you now. “The person I used to love.” You repeated.

That broke him. He looked down at your hand holding his wrist and turned his body back around to face yours. He looked back up at you but you tried to avoid his gaze, feeling a little embarrassed to confess your love like this. Knowing he would never reciprocate. You let go.

“I’m sorry, I’ll go now.” You moved past him, the snow seeping through the bottom of your pajama pants leaving you colder than when you went out in the first place. “No, wait.” He follows behind you. You were stood at the top of the stairs in front of the door and he stood in front of you in a matter of seconds.

“The person you used to love?” You weren’t used to this kind of insecurity coming from him. “What’s it even matter.” You shrugged. “It’s not like you care anyways, right?” The sentence came out more angry than you anticipated.

“I do care.” Those words just changed everything for you. You almost wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. You looked at his face, at his eyes, the anger replaced with vulnerability. You weren’t sure whether to laugh or not, it could be a joke. He could just be fucking with you— yeah that must be it. He’s fucking with you!

“You’re fucking with me.” You laughed at him. He didn’t laugh back, he wasn’t fucking with you. “You’re not fucking with me?” You were genuinely confused. His hand came up and rested on your shoulder. “I’m not fucking with you. I care. I care a lot actually. About you, and everything that’s going on. I care about what you say. I care about the used to. I don’t want it to be a used to. I know I don’t give you any reason for it to not be a used to, but I really want it to be a right now.”

You were the one whose eyes were threatening to spill now. Aside from that your lips were trembling and turning blue and you’d never experienced chills like these ever before. He seemed to notice. “Let’s just get you inside for now.” He opened the door behind you and held onto your shoulder as you walked back to your cabin.

“You’re not supposed to be in here, you know?” You said as you sat down on your bed, looking down at your wet pajama pants. “If Gwen’s in there then I can be in here.” He stood across from you, arms crossed, standing awkwardly. You stared at eachother for a little while. “You warming up yet?” He asked you, trying to break the tension of both of your earlier spontaneous confessions. “Not really, I don’t think my pants are gonna dry anytime soon so I’ll have to suffer.”

“You can borrow mine.” He replied way too quickly. “Won’t you be cold though?” You asked him, knowing he probably didn’t pack more than one pair of pajama pants. “It’s okay I sleep in my boxers all the time anyways.” He replied casually. “It’s 38°F and you sleep in your boxers? You’re crazier than I thought.” He shrugged and walked off to get his pair of pajama pants.

He returned very quickly, empty handed and a wide-eyed look on his face. “What’s wrong? Where’s the pants?” You questioned him. “Ernesto is saying some— weird shit. I was not about to go in there.” He sat down on the bed across from you. “Guess you’ll have to sleep here then.” You stated. “Guess so.” He didn’t come off as disappointed as he tried to be.

A little while later you were laying in bed, pantsless, deciding that no pants was better than wet pants. Finney laid in the bed next to yours, equally pantsless, at least that’s what you guessed. You could hear his soft breathing and little shuffles he sometimes did. You couldn’t sleep, you were still cold.

“Hey Finney?” You whispered, hoping he was still awake. “Mhm..?” He responded after a few seconds, sounding a little disoriented. “I’m cold.” You heard him shuffle around a little. “‘M sorry I didn’t get the pants for you.” He was now lying on his stomach, holding himself up by his elbows.

“It’s okay.” You were silent for a little bit. “Can you maybe, warm me up?” You hesitated a little and whispered the end. “You want me to get in there with you?” You made a noise of confirmation. The floorboards creaked as he made his way over to your bed. “Move over then.” He shooed you. You giggled, and moved over to give him some room.

You laid besides each other, you were on your side and Finney’s arm was holding you. You could faintly feel his legs close to yours but you weren’t pressed into one another. “Hey Finney?” You asked him. “Mhm..?” He replied. “Remember when I told you I used to love you?” You whispered at him. He “mhm’ed” once again. “I lied.”

He turned you around to face him. “What do you mean?” He said, sounding semi-panicked. “I didn’t used to love you, I still do.” He stared at you for a while, trying to catch if you were joking or not. “You’re fucking with me?” You shook your head. “I’m not.” You held onto his arm, that was somehow radiating warmth.

He looked at you, for a small moment. A moment that felt like an eternity. He then harshly grabbed your cheek and pulled you in for a rough kiss. He wasted no time shoving his tongue inside of your mouth. You complied and let your tongue move rhythmically with his. He pulled away, slightly out of breath.

“You don’t know how long I’ve waited to do this.” He wasted no time moving himself to be on top of you. He continued the kiss holding you by your cheek, his other hand on your waist. Your hands were moving in his hair and around his neck. His hands moved up and down your waist causing a slight whimper to escape from inbetween the kiss.

This only seemed to fuel Finney’s desire even more. His hand that was previously on your cheek moved down your body, holding onto your neck, your chest, stopping at your breasts. He pulled away. “Can I?” He almost pleaded with you. “Don’t hold back.” You smiled at him. That drove him crazy.

He wasted no time sliding his hand up your shirt, not taking it off since it was still freezing cold. He started to slowly and softly massage your breast, continuing to make out with you and eventually moving down to kiss, lick and bite your neck. You followed your own advice and didn’t hold back with your moans and whimpers.

His hands gradually moved down to the hem of your panties, he hooked a finger in them. Your hands were grabbing and feeling at his unexpectedly toned chest and back. He slowly, teasingly took off your panties leaving you in only your shirt. You expected to be freezing right now but Finney’s body heat kept you surprisingly warm.

His hand massaged your inner thigh, moving up at an excruciatingly slow pace, you desperately whimpered. “I’m gonna make it up to you okay?” You were a little confused at what he meant by that, and he noticed. “Just relax, okay?” You nodded, simply just wanting him to touch you in any sort of way.

And touching he did. He worked slow, his fingers dancing around on your thighs before finally reaching your pussy. He felt up your folds which caused you to release light gasp from your lips. His thumb rested on your clit and slowly started to move around in circular motions. Your breath started speeding up.

With his thumb still on your clit he slowly let one of his fingers enter your pussy. Then a second one, and he released his thumb from your clit. You whimpered at the loss of contact but his thumb was quickly replaced by his tongue. He now had two finger pumping inside of you whilst swirling his tongue around on your clit.

Your moans we’re loud and wild and you had to secure a pillow on top of your face in order not to wake anybody. Finney didn’t seem to mind however, it just made him want you even more. It didn’t take long for the pressure in your lower stomach to start building up, nor for it to release.

You felt your orgasm throughout your whole body, sparks of ecstasy sprung from your sweat and Finney helped you come down from it. He slowly pulled his fingers out and removed the pillow from your face. “You make pretty noises.” He smirked, you opened your mouth in order to retaliate but he quickly stuck his two fingers inside of it, asking— or well, demanding you to suck them clean. You complied.

“Good.” He simply said, before moving to remove his own underwear. You assisted him, slowly and painfully teasingly taking off his boxers. “You’d better get on with it.” He told you. “And why exactly would I do that?” You replied back. “Cause if you don’t I’ll make you regret it.” You rolled your eyes at his meaningless threat and continued your sluggish tempo. His boxers were now off and you were sat up on the bed, with him and his free dick now kneeling in front of you.

You slowly started to pump his dick, making sure you looked him in the eyes whilst you did it. You took out your tongue and licked the longest, slowest stripes up his dick, from the base, up the shaft, paying extra attention to his tip. Your rhythm was absolutely excruciating and Finney could barely hold it together anymore. You started to take his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it. “Fuck this.” He grabbed you by the hair and shoved your head down completely.

You gagged a little but somehow managed to take his whole dick in your mouth. He continued moving you up and down his dick, you just let him do his thing whilst trying to make eye contact, but the tears forming in your eyes made that a little difficult. After a little while of you sputtering and gagging he released you. “Turn around.” He asked you, you were a little light headed from him throat-fucking you so you didn’t completely hear his demand. Instead of asking again he swiftly flipped you over to be on your stomach. God that gave you butterflies.

He lifted your ass up in the air, he took his dick and started to tease at your pussy, only lightly pushing in his tip. You whimpered in response, he chuckled at that. Luckily he wasted no time in pushing himself completely inside of you. He let out a low, rough groan. Like something released inside of him, like something awakened inside of him, something he hadn’t felt in years. As he started moving himself in and out of you, you reached around your back to grab onto his hand.

He interlocked his fingers with yours and leaned his upper body down so his face was now next to yours. Your hands still interlaced and him looking you lustfully in the eyes, he only sped up more and more, his thrusts becoming more aggressive and needy by the second. Your whimpers and moans mixed with his created a symphony never heard before. “You don’t know— ah— how badly I’ve n-needed this.” He groaned into your ear. You gave him a kiss on the lips which ended up in you two making out again.

His other hand slowly started creeping up around your back and between your thighs, rubbing circles at your clit again. You felt that familiair feeling build up again and by Finney’s sloppy thrusts and drawled out moans you could tell he was getting close, too. He pulled away from your lips. “Finney..” you started, but he stopped you abruptly. “I know, m-me too.” His movements on your clit sped up and your orgasm followed soon after. Waves of relief coursing through your skin.

Your pulsating pussy was the one last thing that sent Finney over the edge, as he burrowed himself deep inside of you and came as well. You two stayed like that for a second, both coming down from your orgasms. The air was filled with heavy breathing the tense atmosphere between you two from merely two hours ago was completely gone now.

“Hey Finney?” You asked him. “Mhm..?” He replied, still very out of breath. “I love you.” He let go of your hand, steadied himself, pulled out and flipped you back on your back. “I love you too.” He said with a kiss on your forehead. He swung his arm back around you and you two soon fell asleep, cuddling closely with one another. He had to make sure you’d stay warm.

The next morning you were woken up by yet another loud bang, the door swung open. Your eyes shot open as well and you tried to adjust to the sunlight shining though the cabin windows. In the frame, stood a large figure. Your vision was still blurry but you quickly woke Finney up, scared that there might be an intruder.

Finney shot up from the bed, hitting his head on the frame. Whilst he was rubbing his forehead, both of your visions unblurred which revealed the person in the doorframe to be none other than Armando, shit.