- Saturday, June 4th, 2016 -

- Day 9; Cristian -

"Where were you!?" As soon as I enter the apartment after Liam opened the door, Finnley is in front of us, grabbing my collar, pulling me close to him. There's a combination of fear, worry and anger in his eyes. "I was worried sick!"

I frown while Liam gets Finnley to let go of me by pulling me away from him. "Wow there, pretty boy. I just took him out to feed him properly."

"I thought they send him on a job!" Finnley shouts in anger and frustration. "Don't you ever do that again without letting me know!"

"Says who? You've been out for two days!" I shout back, already feeling the anger rising inside me. "You're not my goddamn father, okay?"

Finnley opens his mouth to speak up, closing it without saying anything. He seems rather defeated, staring at the both of us. "Fuck this shit." He throws his arms up in the air in a careless way. "I'm not doing this..." He shakes his head, heading over to the bedroom.

"You're leaving again?" I followed him to the bedroom, watching him grabbing his shoes.

"I'm done, Cris. Do whatever the hell you want. Don't listen to me, what do I know about this, right? It's not like I've been here longer. It's not like I know what it's like to starve to death, to be cold, to be in here all by my fucking self!" He raised his voice in anger again.

Jason got up from the mattress he was laying on, looking back and forth between the two of us. "He's got a point, you know... you only seem to listen to Li..."

"Who asked you something!?" I snap in his direction. "Off course you have his back." I wave towards Finnley, feeling a presence behind me, noticing Liam is behind me, while Jason is walking towards the door, past me and to Liam.

"This might be the right time." Jason whispers, amused.

"Figured." Liam nods, pushing me inside the room, pulling the door shut behind me.

I hear the key being turned, locking the door behind me, leaving me alone with a fuming in anger Finnley.

"No, Liam!" He shouts, jumping up, running to the door, slamming his fist against it. "Open the goddamn door! Jason!"

"No! We're done with the two of you acting like an old married couple. You're best friends, goddamn it! And you're in love with each other!" Liam sounds like he's holding back laughter. "Fuck and make up, for the sake of our peace!"

"Liam! I'm warning you, open the fucking door!"

"We're heading out, I'll be back in a while to let you out." Jason laughs out. "Bye darling!"

"Oh, fuck you!" Finnley shouts back, before he turns around, leaning against the door, watching me standing in the middle of the bedroom.

"If you care so much about me, why are you not talking to me?"

"I told you already," He cries out, slamming his head against the door pretty hard.

"Yeah, you like me and you want me and you're having a hard time controlling yourself around me. And you avoid me because I'm with Stan? If you haven't noticed, the only reason I was still dating Stan, was because the two of you told me I'd be safe as his boyfriend!"

"You're a dick." He grumbles. "Stan loves you, he cares about you, a lot more than you deserve, you know?"

"Why does that make me a dick?"

"Because you use him!" Finnley's eyes widen. "I figured you were actually in love with him. That you weren't just dating him because he's good in bed."

"That is sort of how things started..."

"O my god, I don't even want to know!" Finnley covers his ears, closing his eyes as well.

"Oh, so I get to sit here all freaking day, listening to stories about how you go around and spend an entire freaking night with your lover, nearly every single..."

"I don't have a lover!" He shouts out loud, lunging forward and attacking me. "Stop saying that!" He hits me repeatedly in my chest while straddling me. I try to fight him off, until I notice he started crying while hitting me.

"Finny stop it!" I cry out, putting my arms around him, pulling him down in a hug. "Stop it, please." I whisper out, my lips close to his ears. He struggles to get out of my hold, but I refuse to let him go. He cries out for a while, still trying to get away from me. I roll over until I'm on top of him, using my weight to prevent him from escaping. "I'm so sorry, for everything that happened to you. But you can't project any of it onto me. That's not fair. You can't be mad at me."

"I'm not mad!" He cries out, pushing his face in the croak of my neck. "I just can't stand it. I loved you for so long and then you turn out to actually like guys, but now you're dating Stan and he's the only one who could ever make me forget about you for a while and now I have nobody..." It all comes out along with a lot of sobs and tears and it breaks my heart to hear him cry like this. "I don't wanna be alone anymore, Cris. I want to have someone who really loves me, not for my body, but for me!"

I lean away a bit, staring down on his tearstained face, tears still rolling down the side of his face. "Why would you ever think I don't love you?" I whisper in shock. "Maybe I didn't realize I had romantic feelings for you before. But I always loved you in some way."

He huffs, wiping away some of the tears with his sleeves. "Not in the same way."

"Finn, listen to me," I whisper, still staring into his eyes. "I'm not using Stan, because I actually really like him too. But he'll never mean as much to me as you do. Because I like him, but I love you." I lean down, kissing him in the most passionate way to prove my words are full of truth.

He stopped wiggling in my hold, trying to get away from me as soon as my lips touched his. He actually answers my kiss while his arms sneak around my neck, pulling me down until our bodies touch everywhere.

The kiss is slow, calm, full of all the feelings I have for him. It's collected, romantic. My whole body feels like it's back on fire, just like it felt in the playground when I first kissed him. It's screaming for more, for him to touch me. For me to touch every inch of his body.

So, that's what I do. I let my hands roam over his body, remembering the spots Liam told me he loves to be touched or kissed, favouring each and every one of them. Finnley turns into jelly in my arms in no time. His eyes closed, his mouth slightly agape, moaning softly. He helps me to get rid of his sweater and t-shirt, before tugging on mine, telling me I need to get rid of them too. I sit up, pull them over my head and smirk down to a very hot and bothered Finnley. His whole attire changed and my smirk turns into a frown while taking him in. He seems so fragile, small... scared even. His eyes wide with disbelieve, staring up at me.

"What's wrong?" I lean forward again, gently pecking his lips.

"Is this really happening?" He whispers, keeping our eyes locked together.

"I think so..." I stare down on him, our bare chests touching every time one of us inhales a deep breath. "I don't know about you, but I've been waiting a very long time for this to happen..."

"O my god..." He smirks. "I've been dreaming about you for years, idiot." He hits me against my chest playfully, amusement taking over from the scared look I saw in his eyes. His fingers wave into my hair, pulling me down to reconnect our lips, this time a lot hungrier and a bit wild.

I grind down on him, creating a heating friction, before I disconnect our lips, kissing the skin underneath his ear. It got him moaning, bucking his hips upwards as soon as I connected my lips with his skin. I let my tongue taste the skin, gently sucking on it every so often.

"I want you so bad." He groans, pushing his body against mine, his arm tightly around me.

"Just enjoy, okay?" I murmur before I start trailing kisses down his chest, taking my sweet time because it's turning him crazy. While I kiss his hipbones, I unzip his jeans, pushing it down along with his boxers; his member jumping up excitedly. Oh good god, this boy is blessed.

The door of the apartment is slammed open, Finnley tensing underneath me, while I jump up in surprise.

Oh dear god, why now?

"Cris!? Finn!?" Stan's voice is both angry and scared. Both of our eyes widen and before I know, Finnley already pulled up his jeans, scrambling to put on his sweater.

"Stan!" Finnley shouts out. "They locked us in..." Quick footsteps sound, right before the locks gets turned. I hurry to put on my hoodie, right before the door flies open, revealing Stan.

Much to my surprise, Nathan is right behind him.

"Oh, thank god, you're okay." Stan ran up to me, pulling me in his arms. "Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you." He repeats in between pecking kisses all over my face.

Well, this is awkward.

* * * * *

"Where were you?" Finnley is eyeing Stan from his position on the couch, Nathan beside him, who's staring around nervously. Stan is constantly apologizing for not being there, or responding to any of our calls. He keeps hugging me, not noticing the fact I haven't hugged him back, or made a move to answer his kisses. God, I really feel shitty about this, but I can't seem to get rid of the image of Finnley, all hot and bothered in my arms, telling me he wanted me.

"My mom... she died..." He coughs awkwardly, playing with his sleeves, looking down.

"Oh, shit." Finnley and I mutter in unison.

"I'm so sorry..." Finnley's voice sounds strained, like he's holding back tears. "I'm so fucking sorry..."

"That's why you haven't answered your phone?" I mumble, turning my head to face him, leaning towards him. "Not that it would have done much since I was here, but why haven't you called me? Why didn't you tell me?"

"I was so angry, sad, busy a lot." He shrugs, his whole being sad and defeated. "I was out of town, staying with family to arrange the funeral."

"I would have been there for you if I could."

Finnley huffs, getting up from his seat, barging out of the room within seconds.

Both Nathan and Stan from and I feel like I again pissed Finnley off. The front door of the apartment slams closed, leaving a silence behind that feels awkward.

"Is he okay?" Nathan looks at me questioningly, Stan tensing beside me.

"I guess... I don't know..." I mutter. "He's been acting weird ever since I got here."

"Probably because you're here." Stan sighs deeply. "We fucked up. He told me he rather stayed here the rest of his life, than getting you in trouble. That's exactly what happened."

"Just curious here, but do they force you... You know." Nathan mutters, staring down.

"No." I shake my head. "Well... yes. But eeh... Finnley is paying for me. We haven't really seen anyone, except a guy named Ronny. But other than that, nobody showed up so far."

"They will soon enough." Stan takes in a deep breath. "Collecting the money and all. We have to get you out of here before they start setting you up on "dates"." Stan looks at me with a pain-filled expression.

"I'm going to see if I can find Finn..." Nathan got up. "See if he's okay."

"We have to talk about a plan. We're all here now, so maybe we can take them and go to the cops..." Stan suggests, giving me some hope this will all soon be over.

"We can't leave Jason and Liam behind." I sigh deeply. "We should get them to come home before we leave."

"We can't stay here for long, Cris. Nathan insisted on coming along with me when I told him I was going to see if you were here. But I don't know what they're going to do if they won't find him in his regular spots. I know he's they use him to threaten Finn again. Saw the note Finn send him."

"I was wondering why you two showed up together. Not like you're the best of friends anyway."

"Yeah, well. He was the one that came to me, telling me you went missing. I just got home and he was at my doorstep."

"Can't we just go and pick the others up on our way to the police? You know, call them and see where they are?"

"Sounds fine to me, but I need Finnley to agree. He knows exactly when people will show up. He's been keeping track of the times and days they show up."

"Who cares if they do show up and we're already gone?"

"I do, because I have no idea if some of them are fleeing the country as soon as they find out you're all gone."

"Oh, right." I sigh deeply, slumping down in the couch.

"What's wrong? You look upset since Finnley stormed out."

"Nah, you just told me your mom died and here you are, still trying to help us. I seem to have become a pro at pissing Finn off with everything I do... I'm really tired, my body hurts from poor sleeping conditions..." I sum up. "I really just want to go home and sleep for a while, you know?"

"Soon, okay? If Finn thinks they're visiting tonight, Nathan and I will wait around for them to leave again and we'll go afterwards. But we're going tonight. I'm not leaving you here."

"You're sweet Stan." I take in a deep breath. "I don't deserve you. Or, you deserve better."

"What are you talking about?" He turns around, grabbing my chin, forcing me to look at him. "Don't you start with that bullshit too, Cris," he groans.

"No, well, yes. I mean..." I stumble, before I hear a scream, very much sounding like Finnley. I jump up in shock, staring at Stan in fear, before running outside and down the concrete flight of stairs.

"Cris, no!" Nathan shouts out as soon as I hurry down the last pair of steps. My eyes find Nathan, who's being held down by a guy, his arm behind his back. That's when I notice Finnley, on the concrete ground, curled up at some big guys feet.

"Cris!" Stan shouts behind me, right before I feel something hard hitting the back of my head, instantly knocking me out.