ON SET | FACK

TWENTY THREE

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"you still kissed me though." jack said playfully, kissing finn's jaw as quick as he could without trying to be obvious. finn couldn't wipe the grin off of his face as jack grabbed his hand, starting to pull him towards the exit.

finn didn't know where their relationship would go, if they could even call it a relationship. he didn't know what was in store, or even what to do next. but, as jack gave him a cheeky smile and squeezed his hand a little tighter, and finn felt his heart speed up at just that, he knew that it would be alright. they took care of each other. they looked out for each other. they made each other feel things. finn was pretty sure that the moment he met jack, he had decided then and there that he would never let the boy go.

as they joined the others, their hands still intertwined, and sophia raised her eyebrows at finn, both boys started to blush a shade of red.

"you guys are attached at the hips." sophia commented playfully.

"attached at the lips." jack corrected, shrugging.

sophia simply chuckled and shook her head.

☆゜*・:+* 。 *゜☆

WEDNESDAY, JULY 1st, 2020.

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jack quickly let him and his friends into their apartment after struggling trying to unlock the door; it was around eleven at night, and after a long day, they all wanted nothing more than to rest.

it was canada day in toronto, (obviously, it was canada day in the whole country,) so the group had gone out to see fireworks, joking that they were only for chosen's birthday. but, the jokes had died down. even jack wasn't his usual hyper self. his eyes barely even seemed to be open as he stumbled into their apartment, the others following and all of them collapsing on a chair.

"what are we doing tomorrow?" sophia asked softly, her voice sounding small.

"i guess just, getting in character stuff, then we have the weekend off, then start filming monday." finn explained, going to the kitchen to get himself a bottle of water. he smiled to himself as jack sleepily followed after him, not wanting to leave his side. he jumped up on the counter, looking at finn, quite obviously zoned out. finn took a drink of his water and then handed the bottle to jack, who took a small sip and then motioned for finn to get closer to him. finn laughed and moved forward a bit, almost looking up at jack for once. "tired?"

jack nodded and pulled finn towards him, wrapping his arms around his torso and laying his head on finn's shoulder, closing his eyes softly. finn felt his heart start to race and immediately wrapped his arms around jack, starting to calm down and gently tracing light patterns with his pointer finger on jack's back.

"we should all sleep in the living room tonight." jaeden smiled, taking notice of finn and jack. they had been extra lovey lately; not that jaeden minded. it made him miss wyatt a bit, but, other than that, he was happy his friends were finally figuring stuff out and were comfortable acting the way they used to around everyone, even on camera and while working.

"yes. let's watch netflix too." chosen exclaimed, starting to get the pull out bed in the living room set up. finn almost wanted to protest (he had wanted to cuddle a sleepy jack in the privacy of their own bedroom,) but decided nobody would care even if they cuddled in front of them. it was normal. finn and jack had always done stuff like that. finn whispered jack's name, implying that they should get up and get ready for bed. jack simply squeezed him tighter, softly sighing out of glee.

"jackie, bedtime."

"finnie, i'm sleeping."

they both started to giggle, their hearts almost fluttering, matching their light and airy personas.

"no, it's actually time for bed. pj time. let's go get changed." finn whispered, trying to speak as low as he possibly could. he loved his friends of course, but he wanted this moment for just him and jack.

"i don't think we should go together after what happened last time." jack mumbled softly in reply.

"what, because we kissed? that's the exact reason i want to go."

jack almost swore he was blushing eighteen different shades of red. finn's gentle hands tracing hearts onto jack's skin, the feeling of his heart steadily beating on the shorter boys chest, the way he felt when he was with finn, he couldn't describe it.

but how was he supposed to? how are you supposed to put the person you love most into words? it wasn't just how sharp finns cheekbones were, or how he had faint freckles dotting his nose and cheeks that were almost nonexistent, or how his wild curls fell when he had bedhead. it was how he always knew jack's order at whatever restaurant they happened to go to. it was how his favourite subject was history because he loved learning about other times before this one. it was how he would dance to lizzo in the car, making jack crack up endlessly. it was how he loved his older brother and admired him in so many ways, even if he would never admit it. it was how his birthday was december 23rd but he never liked it all that much because he was never one for too much attention on him, but still let jack make it a big deal because he knew how much it meant to him. it was how it was how he made jack playlists for him to listen to because he truly did have great music taste, and knew jack so well he knew what he would enjoy most.

"whatcha thinkin' about?" finn questioned giving jack room as he slowly started shimmy off of the counter.

"you." jack teased, his eyelashes batting lightly, gently kissing his cheeks every time he blinked. finn was convinced that an angel had carefully did her job up in heaven, making sure every last detail about the boy was perfect, and sealing the deal with light kisses dotting his cheeks that slowly faded into freckles as time went on.

the two boys moved into their bedroom, deciding to change as fast as they could, then head back out. finn felt his cheeks going red as he caught a glimpse of jack's somewhat pale tummy, him still having a small amount of baby fat that he had seemingly never lost. it was adorable, finn realized, and he quickly looked away as jack's gaze was averted towards his own direction.

but he couldn't help but look back at jack. you can't stop looking at something, (or in finn's case, someone) who was as alluring as jack was. finn wanted to tell the angel boy he loved him. he was feeling nostalgic, and weird, but in the best possible way. jack had that effect on people. or maybe just on finn. and when jack looked up at him and blushed, slipping one of finn's t shirts on then sticking his tongue out, finn felt, for the first time at peace with himself and how he had been feeling about jack.

it was okay. enjoying being with jack this much. wanting to see the most intimate parts of him; having already seen the messy parts, but also the beautiful. a little sensitive, somewhat troublesome, but beyond compare. just like him. that was the boy finn loved.

☆゜*・:+* 。 *゜☆

AUTHORS NOTE

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happy holidays lovies. ♡