Monthly Challenge Sneak Peek!
This whole story has been inspired by the Buffy episode: Band Candy. This is one of two entries that I'm putting in. So be honest!! Please! :D
Slowly, Finn walked into the hallway. His bare feet lightly slapped against the surface of the floor. He heard whistling in the kitchen. Letting out a sigh of relief, he went to see his boyfriend.
“Will?”
The older man turned around and grinned. Finn paused unsure of what to think at the moment. His boyfriend was wearing a pair of jeans that were at least six years old, fraying at the bottom and worn around the knees. A plaid shirt that was decidedly old, a bit grungy and several sizes too big hung open revealing a tight, white tank top. Will’s hair was messy spikes sticking up every which way; instead of its usual neat, teacherly way. What really surprised Finn however were the three silver rings in Will’s left ear.
He didn’t know that Will was pierced.
That was kind of hot.
“You’re up!” cried Will happily as he smacked a kiss on Finn’s lips.
“Uh yeah,” said Finn slowly, “You okay?”
“Never better! I was trying to make some breakfast,” said Will gesturing to the kitchen before shrugging, “But then I was like fuck it. So I went to Cinnabon and got us breakfast there instead.”
Finn looked at the stack of cinnamon rolls: warm and dripping with icing.
Then he looked at Will: with his piercings, old jeans, and studded cuff.
Then back at the stack of cinnamon rolls.
Then back at Will.
Decisions, decisions.
“Uh Will?”
“Yeah Finn?”
“You didn’t eat anything from the bake sale by any chance did you?”
Will nodded like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Oh man! I had about thirteen of those cookies. Those things were so fucking good. Why?”
Oh. Shit. He accidentally involved his boyfriend in the football team’s mystically inspired prank.
Slowly, Finn walked into the hallway. His bare feet lightly slapped against the surface of the floor. He heard whistling in the kitchen. Letting out a sigh of relief, he went to see his boyfriend.
“Will?”
The older man turned around and grinned. Finn paused unsure of what to think at the moment. His boyfriend was wearing a pair of jeans that were at least six years old, fraying at the bottom and worn around the knees. A plaid shirt that was decidedly old, a bit grungy and several sizes too big hung open revealing a tight, white tank top. Will’s hair was messy spikes sticking up every which way; instead of its usual neat, teacherly way. What really surprised Finn however were the three silver rings in Will’s left ear.
He didn’t know that Will was pierced.
That was kind of hot.
“You’re up!” cried Will happily as he smacked a kiss on Finn’s lips.
“Uh yeah,” said Finn slowly, “You okay?”
“Never better! I was trying to make some breakfast,” said Will gesturing to the kitchen before shrugging, “But then I was like fuck it. So I went to Cinnabon and got us breakfast there instead.”
Finn looked at the stack of cinnamon rolls: warm and dripping with icing.
Then he looked at Will: with his piercings, old jeans, and studded cuff.
Then back at the stack of cinnamon rolls.
Then back at Will.
Decisions, decisions.
“Uh Will?”
“Yeah Finn?”
“You didn’t eat anything from the bake sale by any chance did you?”
Will nodded like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Oh man! I had about thirteen of those cookies. Those things were so fucking good. Why?”
Oh. Shit. He accidentally involved his boyfriend in the football team’s mystically inspired prank.