Unscripted Act II

Chapter 1-2

The pair fell to the bed, a few more articles of clothing falling behind them. Eventually, both Ethan and Finn were only in their boxers, lost in the taste and touch of one another. Finn laid down along the pillows, Ethan hovering over him. He laid kisses on Finn’s creamy skin, showering him with affection. Finn giggled, trying to ignore the tickling sensation of Ethan’s lips. Soon, Ethan’s weight laid along Finn’s front, the two sandwiching together. However, when they broke their kiss, Finn’s mouth opened wide in a loud, verbal yawn, two pinpricked tears settling on the corners of his eyes.

Ethan smirked. “I told you you should have gone to bed.”

“Wha—? No, I’m totally awake!”

“Is that right?”

“Yeah, really!”

Ethan leaned in, gently nibbling at the tip of Finn’s nose. “It’s already tomorrow,” he said. “Let’s sleep now and have more fun in the morning. Then we can have pancakes after.”

Finn put on a dreamy smile. “Pancakes…” he swooned. “Okay. But only cause you need your beauty sleep.”

“Right. Let me go get the lights.”

Ethan slipped from the bed and turned off the living room lamps and television. Oscar was gnawing at the pointed cardboard monstrosity now hanging under his chin. Once he freed his cat from Finn’s decoration, Oscar trotted his way to the sofa and Ethan shut off the living room lights. Upon returning, Finn was already sound asleep.

Ethan slid back into bed with ease and brought the sheets up to their chests. Finn barely moved, breathing deeply. Ethan was often jealous of how quickly Finn could pass out. Laying on his side, Ethan tucked a strand of sandy hair behind his ear. Finn’s soft face twitched, and he rolled away. Ethan, smiling to himself, laid a kiss at the base of Finn’s neck.

“Night, sunshine.”

* * * *

The first thing Finn felt that morning was warmth. Wrapped up in a nest of blankets and pillows, Finn found himself slowly blinking awake to a world he knew so well. Happiness bloomed in his chest as he nuzzled into the warm body next to him. He kept his eyes closed, having burrowed into Ethan’s ribs to his satisfaction.

Ethan shifted beside him. In his chest, Finn heard a deep breath rumble as Ethan began to stir. “Mm.” A hand instinctively went to Finn’s shoulder. “Morning,” he grumbled.

“Good morning,” Finn replied. Cracking open his eyes just a bit, he planted a couple of kisses along Ethan’s toned, rich skin. Eventually, their canoodling ended up with them linked in each other’s arms, facing one another. Ethan’s hand slipped between them, and to both of their satisfaction, felt a pleasant hardness between Finn’s legs.

“A very good morning.” They kissed and Ethan pressed their hips together. Their d***s pulsated against the thin fabric of their boxer shorts. Giggling and shifting ensued. Pretty soon, Ethan and Finn had tossed everything they were wearing onto the floor. Pushing back the covers, Ethan stroked Finn’s erection, watching the skin bunch up beneath his fingers. “I wonder if there’ll be a day where you don’t get morning wood.”

“Mmmn.” Finn closed his eyes, a wrist lying along the bridge of his nose. “I hope not.”

Ethan bent down, licking and sucking at Finn’s cute, pink head. Already there was a sheen of wetness on the tip, his shaft twitching against Ethan’s hand. After a little polite tugging, Ethan hoisted Finn’s hips, settling himself below his thighs. With Finn’s legs propped up on either side of his head, Ethan leaned in and slid his tongue into Finn’s puckering hole.

“Ahh…” Finn shuddered. His legs widened further on their own accord. Embarrassment tried to overtake Finn’s pleasure, but he pushed it back down. Ethan was just far too good with his tongue for Finn to be modest.

Ethan rimmed him around and around, digging the tip of his tongue in and out of Finn’s hole. Pausing, Ethan grabbed a bottle from under the bed: a special brand of cherry flavored edible lube. Ethan squirted it between Finn’s cheeks, making his skin jump at the coldness. After blowing his hot breath against the now chilled spot on Finn’s rectum, Ethan continued to slip his tongue in and out of its favorite place. All the while, his hand stroked Finn’s erection, knowing every twist and turn that made Finn’s motor run.

“Oh—ha—” Finn moaned. A fine sheen of sweat formed at his hairline. He grabbed the sheets with his free hand, tensing with satisfaction. “E-Ethan, don’t make me come yet—”

“Why not?” Ethan kissed the side of Finn’s shaft, a finger replacing his tongue. “I love seeing you crumble.” Still, he obliged the plea and licked his way back to Finn’s eyeline. Two fingers now wiggled inside of him, stretching his muscles out to prep him. He kissed Finn’s jawline. “You want it?”

“Yes,” Finn purred. “Please.”

“Please what?” Ethan teased.

With trembling lips, Finn removed his hand and looked up with giddiness. “Please…f-f**k me, Ethan…”

Ethan’s grin widened. Rising above Finn, he slicked back the wild hairs that had fallen into his chiseled face. He sat up on his knees, his posture tall and powerful. As he reached for their box of condoms, Finn watched in glee as his toned muscles rolled with every movement.

The rubber stretched onto Ethan’s p***s with ease, ending at the tips of Ethan’s dark, curly hair. His swift hands grabbed Finn’s thigh, and he hoisted Finn’s leg onto his shoulder, Finn’s hips rising along with it. Finn gasped, his body withering with need.

“Impatient, huh?” Ethan slapped Finn’s ass playfully. “One more time?”

Finn nodded. “F-f**k me…I want…I want you.”

With that, Ethan pushed forward. The strain of Finn’s muscles clamped down on Ethan’s c**k, but he soldiered through to the end. Once their hips connected, Ethan began to slowly pump back and forth. Finn’s high voice grunted with every insertion, his hands blindly clawing at the bedsheets. Once he found that he had the room, Ethan began to go faster. Their skin slapped together pleasantly as ecstasy crawled up Ethan’s body. It tingled from the firm pressure of his p***s, up his abdomen and out to the tips of his fingers and toes.

Finn, meanwhile, closed his eyes, his body as limp as a ragdoll. His nails dug into the expensive bedsheets, which threatened to tear if he wasn’t careful. His stomach burned in the greatest way, as that special, internal button was slammed into again and again. Electricity overtook his whole body. Even what little pain there was added to the ove all flavor of his rapture.

“Ah—ah—hah—AH!”

“Mm, yeah…You like my c**k so much, don’t you, baby?” Ethan began to go faster. The lube between them squished and sucked, a rubbery sound accompanying their humping. Ethan bit into the side of Finn’s thigh, hugging it with both arms as he pounded between his cheeks.

“I’m gonna come—!” Finn squeaked against his pillow. He pressed his face deep into the feather sack, clinging to it for dear life. Finally, his whole body tensed, and he let out a helpless cry. As his body curled forward, his p***s shot out spurts of white, which landed on the sheets like drizzled paint.

Ethan, unable to move, felt his own climax rearing its head. Once Finn had finished his orgasm, Ethan laid him on his back and pushed in as far as he could go. Now with Finn’s legs cupped in the crux of Ethan’s arms, Ethan humped him in missionary, his breath practically coming through his nose in snorts. Finn’s cries and whimpers fueled his fire, and before long, Ethan felt euphoria take hold of him.

“Ugn—!” Ethan went rigid, coming hard against the rubber barrier between them. A fiery white moment passed, and then Ethan felt himself deflate. Coming down off his s****l high, he removed himself from Finn’s body, panting and cooling his slick skin.

“Damn…” He pulled off his condom, tossing it in the bedroom trash can. “That was better than last time.”

Out of breath and face flushed, Finn rolled to the side and smiled into his pillow. He hummed in content. “It was real nice…” He nudged his nose against the fabric and looked up to Ethan. “Cuddles?”

Ethan laughed. “Sure.” He fit behind Finn as easily as a jigsaw piece. “But I thought you wanted pancakes?”

“Cuddles first,” Finn said. “Then pancakes. I have a new recipe I want you to try, too.”

“Oh?”

“Yeah. Banana and white chocolate chips.” He laced their fingers together. “With whipped cream and powdered sugar.”

“I think I’m just gonna have plain,” said Ethan. “But I’ll make yours as sugary as you want, sunshine.”

Finn twittered at Ethan’s pet name for him. “I love it when you call me that.”

“I know.”

The morning was filled with flirty nibbles and many kisses. If they weren’t careful, they knew they would break into another round of the horizontal mambo. But eventually, Finn’s hunger (and Oscar’s mewling) won the fight, and the two lovers left their bed to start the day.

Heading into the kitchen, Finn cleared the dishes from the counter quickly. In a space once so clean and tidy, Finn had done his best to pick up after himself, but it proved a challenge. In the month of moving as quickly as possible, Finn had slowly added his influence throughout the house. If it wasn’t in his messes, Finn’s presence was certainly felt in the new décor.

Where once sparse, bare walls had been, Finn had hung up the few decent, framed posters he owned. A game console, sadly collecting dust, was now hooked up to Ethan’s flat screen. On Ethan’s mantle sat a juvenile, cartoonish frame with an old photo of Finn’s inside: a picture of Finn and his best friend—Julian—sopping wet at an amusement park. The guest bedroom had mostly been converted into Finn’s art studio; something he never thought he’d have in a thousand years. Aside from the furniture, only Ethan’s bookshelves in the living room remained the same.

After clearing the counter, Finn began to pull out the ingredients for their breakfast—though at eleven A.M., it was practically brunch. Already adequately fed, Oscar sat on the kitchen island and groomed himself, letting Ethan scratch behind his ears.

“Right!” Finn pulled out his phone and opened his browser. Now that he didn’t have to worry about rent, Finn had enough money to afford a proper smartphone. He flipped it to Ethan and let him read.

“Okay,” said Ethan, “looks easy enough. Why don’t you chop up the banana slices? I’ll start on the batter.” Happy to help, Finn pulled out the cutting board.

Ethan washed his hands and started measuring out cups of flour. Ethan’s new thrill for cooking had also been due to Finn’s influence. The first night they met, Ethan had—offhandedly—happened to mention that he sometimes wished he’d been a baker instead of an actor. After a well thought out birthday surprise, Ethan began to make use of his previously untouched kitchen. Shopping trips became adventures as ingredients for dinners and sweets piled up in Ethan’s pantry. Once the filming for Hot Blood started again, Ethan wouldn’t have the time or the opportunity to cook as often, so he was determined to make as much food as he could before then.

The skillet sizzled as slabs of butter melted against its chrome base. Soon, a glob of uncooked pancake batter poured into a lopsided circle, accompanied by chocolate chips and slices of fruit. It bubbled, releasing a sweet, wholesome smell that spread through the house. While Ethan cooked, Finn grabbed a couple of plates and set the table. Oscar, by now, had loafed himself where he sat on the kitchen island, sniffing at the opened bag of flour.

“Oh, do you have any plans tomorrow?” Ethan asked, flipping the pancake. “For lunch, anyway?”

“Um…” Finn grabbed a couple of glasses and set them on the counter. Oscar immediately pawed at the glass bottoms, but Finn stopped him before they were pushed off the edge. “I don’t think so. Why? Are we doing something?”

“My uncle invited us out.” Ethan flattened the pancake with his spatula. “He wants to meet you.”

“Oh!” Finn brightened. “Is this the uncle you worked for? The one with the theater?”

“Yup. He actually wants to talk to me about that, I think. He mentioned something about it over the phone.”

Pouring them each a glass of milk, Finn took them to the table and then sat at his spot, chin in his hands. “What’s he like?”

“Who, Uncle Nik? Well he’s…” Ethan considered his words. “He’s a nice guy. You’ll like him. He’s really level headed about a lot of things. He usually ends up talking me into stuff I wouldn’t have done otherwise.”

“Like acting?”

“Ha. Yeah, like acting. Bring a plate over, this one’s done.”

Grabbing his own, Finn appeared at Ethan’s side with a plate in his hands. Ethan plopped the first pancake dead center before staring a new one. “And he…um…he knows? About us, I mean?”

Ethan nodded. “Yes. He and mom probably knew I was gay before I did. They’re pretty supportive.”

Finn set his plate down, a sad smile on his face. “That sounds amazing.”

“Yeah. I have a good family. I’m pretty lucky.”

“I can’t wait to meet him.”

Ethan hesitated, resting his spatula on the edge of the hot skillet. He turned, looking at Finn’s face. That ever-present smile remained, but his eyes had gone soft. Finn stared into space, a sad twinge lingering in those big, baby blues. Turning the heat down and setting the spatula aside, Ethan tilted Finn’s chin up. “Hey.” He kissed him softly. “You okay?”

“Hm?” Finn asked, a little dazed. “Yeah. I’m fine. Why?”

“You just seemed a sort of…” Ethan paused and shook his head. “Nevermind. Go on. I’ll bring you your plate when it’s ready.” He looked to the kitchen island. “Grab Oscar while you’re at it. I don’t want cat hair in the batter.”

“Mrow.”

Finn’s mood perked up. He rounded to the fat floof and hoisted him up into his arms. “Ooooh!” he cooed. “Hello, Oscar! I didn’t say good morning to you!”

“Mrrrrw.”

“Yes, yes, good morning.”

“Mrrf.”

He kissed his fluffy head and sat at his chair and subjected Oscar, kept hostage on his lap, to torture via pets and scratches until it was time to eat.

* * * *

“Which one should I wear? The blue or the salmon?”

“Mrhrurfuru—”

“What?”

Ethan spat his toothpaste in the sink, brush still in hand. “You look good in anything, hon. Just pick something.”

“But I caaaan’t!”

Laughing to himself, Ethan continued to brush his teeth. He was already dressed and had decided to monopolize the bathroom while Finn whirled around the bedroom, throwing clothes left and right in a mad dash to find the perfect outfit. Before they knew it, Sunday lunch was upon them, and thus lead to a helpless scrambled panic. Rinsing out his mouth, Ethan wiped his face and washed off his brush.

“I’m telling you, you’ve got nothing to worry about. Uncle Nik will love you.”

“But what if he doesn’t?!” Finn squeaked from the other room. “This is the first family member I’m meeting! They say that people form an opinion about you in the first five seconds!”

Ethan rolled his eyes, opening the medicine cabinet. “I promise you it will be fine.” He laid his toothbrush on the shelf, when directed his eyes to an orange pill bottle on the left. Ethan hesitated, fingers hovering near the shelf. He plucked the bottle from its place and stared at the label. It read: Rx: #078112. Teller, Eeraja M. Tablet. Take As Needed. Ethan’s fingers closed around the bottle.

His anti-anxiety meds. Did he need them today? Over the past couple of months, he’d been taking them less and less. At first, he’d needed to take one every shopping trip and every date. Sooner or later, it became every other outing. Pretty soon, he barely needed a couple a week.

This is just lunch, he debated. If it gets to be too much, Uncle Nik will understand. Uncertainty sat in his heart as he gnawed at the inside of his cheek. He wanted to believe that he didn’t need them. He wanted to be strong enough to live on his own.

“Please just pick one for me!” Finn’s voice broke Ethan’s train of thought. His heart jumping into his throat, he shoved the bottle back into the cabinet and shut the mirrored door. Finn, however, didn’t notice his hasty movements, his eyes still glued to his two shirts. Ethan turned to his lover, hands resting on the sink behind him.

“The blue,” he said.

Finn looked up. “The blue? You think?”

Leaning in, he laid a kiss on Finn’s cheek. “Brings out your eyes.”

A terribly clichéd reason, but one Finn took wholeheartedly. Smiling widely, he scuttled back into the bedroom to change, the salmon shirt going back into the messy wardrobe drawer.

Ethan watched him go before rounding back to the cabinet. He stared at himself. The light from the bathroom window hit his tan skin full on, giving him a glowing, softer look. The dark circles that were so often under his steely eyes had begun to fade. Color had come back to his face, along with a few freckles that had been hiding since childhood. Taking a deep breath, Ethan turned and left the bathroom.

“Let’s head out. He’s probably waiting for us.”