Jack's point of view
I walked straight to the bathroom the next morning rather than waiting for Finn to come along and lead me there. I preferred to spend my mornings with him anyway.
He came in at the same time as usual, staring down at his phone with a smirk until he noticed I was already sitting, giving me a bright grin.
"Hey princess, how's it going?"
"You know, ratboy, I really don't know why you call me princess."
He laid his head on my shoulder gently, intertwining our fingers. I stared at our hands with my eyebrows furrowed and an unintentional look of...disgust? It was an odd gesture, especially coming from him.
I began to believe that Finn was changing.
"Because you're my princess. You're small and fragile looking but you're tough and you'd probably look hella gorgeous in a ball gown."
I blushed at his compliment, but decided to be a smart ass anyway. "I'm not yours."
"You can be if you want to."
He looked up at me through his lashes, and I remembered last time we were in the bathroom and I was in his position. I felt my heart swell at his words, my mind and heart racing because I just could not understand the complexity that is Finn Wolfhard.
I leaned down and kissed him-soft and quick. He pulled back, smiling, and sat up so that he could face me and hold my face while he kissed me again.
It started out gentle, his soft hands caressing my face. I pulled him in closer, my arms around his shoulders, the kiss intensifying as I stretched my legs out on the ground and he straddled them, my head tilting up while his tilted down.
"Is this okay?"
I nodded fast, pressing our lips back together. I grabbed fistfuls of his shirt, trying to push our chests together. He began to pant, but not as much as me. My palms got sweaty and shaky as I thought about the fact that I wouldn't be able to give him as much as he wanted.
His lips trailed away from mine, connecting gently to my collarbone. I shook my head, my breath hitching in the throat. "N-no, Finn, j-just kissing."
I'm not gonna lie, I was hard. But I wouldn't fuck him in the school bathroom, or at all. I still...wasn't sure whether he had changed completely, even if he was definitely on the road to it.
He was hard too.
He nodded, climbing off of my lap and sitting next to me. He adjusted his shirt, now wrinkled in the spots I had pulled on, and his hair. "Sorry. I should've asked."
"No, no, it's okay. Sorry I can't give you what you want."
He looked thoughtful for a moment before he landed his hand over mine on the cold tile. "As long as I have you I have all I need."
"I'm not yours," I reminded, restraining myself from pulling away from his comforting touch by instinct.
"Then will you be? Mine?"
My eyes widened. It took me a moment to contemplate whether he was serious or not. I felt my hand subconsciously retract and curl up to my body.
He's changed.
"Yeah, I'll be your boyfriend, ratboy."
Finn's point of view (kinda smut jaedenwcsley ;))
Yeah, I'll be your boyfriend, ratboy.
My heart clenched as I slammed my door shut and remembered the fact that Jack was my boyfriend. This bet was officially going too far, I needed to just fuck him and leave before someone got too attached.
