#fwns

Noah pulled Finn into his room by the collar, marking the garment with the first wrinkle. Their lips met as the door rejoined its home and Noah had Finn slammed against it. Their kiss wasn't a violent one--though the subconscious of their bodies craved as much--but it was a hungry one. When you've wandered long and far, no food or drink in sight, and when you at last find sustenance you want to ravage even a meager feast, but you haven't the energy.

Noah felt he could cry as he kissed Finn again. It had only been a couple months since they last kissed. Kisses that were the end of an era, the end of their childhood. Kisses that would shake the world, so they hoped. Mike and Will, together at last, even if it would shock and anger some or even most. They didn’t care. They didn’t care if their on-screen love would be the undoing the all that the show had garnered, because it was the right thing to do. And, above it all, it’s why they’re here right now, bodies pressed together, lips meeting not for cameras and paychecks but because of a love strange and wonderful.

It had taken Finn some time to get used to all this. Not like he wasn’t aware he’s queer or had never kissed a boy before. He’d just…never kissed Noah before. Noah was becoming everything to him and god was it gorgeously terrifying. He knew his body as well as his own by now: take after take redoing kisses and longing looks, wandering hands, the sex scene that would rock the world. A scene that was nowhere near as exposing as Joe’s and Natalia’s, yet still, they did it on camera. Childhood friends became true, passionate lovers with no sense of what they were doing, but found their stride in love. 

Tonight, Finn picked up more of his stride. Little bits he kept finding all throughout this journey. A fondness he had for Noah, a friendship he didn’t have with the others. A jealousy that brewed against Millie, whom he didn’t hate or dislike for most of their time. It was just hard, because he wanted that with Noah. Funny thing is, he did, and maybe it wasn’t healthy to want all of Noah, and he was working through that. But once again, tonight, Noah was all his. 

“You taste really minty,” Finn mumbled between languid pecks. 

“Is it bad?” Noah drew his palm over his mouth. “Oh my god, it’s bad!”

“No, no! It’s cute.” Finn stopped Noah from fleeing by wrapping those long, skinny arms around that broad boy. 

“I knew I was gonna have travel breath so I ate, like, a fuck ton of mints. I feel kinda sick, actually.”

Finn chuckled and pressed their heads together. “You could smell like total ass, I’d still wanna kiss you. Or just hold you and never let go.”

Tears found their way to Noah’s eyes. This was all as real as he’d hoped. “You really mean that?”

Finn tilted Noah’s chin high and bound their lips together, again. “Yeah, I really do.”

It almost seemed wrong, how good this felt. What will happen when they fight? When they’re far away for so long? What happens if something gives? Neither thought a lick about these things, right now, and why would they? Here, now, they need only hold each other. The travel and responsibilities were over for these few waning hours, and in the kindness of time Noah could press his head to Finn’s chest and sleep to the assurant tempo of his heart.