First-Second Kiss 3

Three

Finn had arrived at Jake’s wedding with a nagging hope in his mind.

To see the one person he’d longed for, for the past ten years, against his will.

His best friend, Logan.

Or was it former best friend?

But he wasn’t sure he was ready to face him yet…

Guilt and longing had clouded his mind for the past ten years, and he’d barely pulled through each day without thinking about him.

These strange feelings confused him. And he remained in constant denial.

He’d constantly regretted that day, ten years ago, and sometimes he wished he could go back. So he could right all the wrongs.

If only he hadn’t pulled that move back then, at the house party, they’d probably still be best of friends right now.

He’d been the one to initiate that stupid kiss that ruined everything between them, and changed their lives forever, and he was still the same person to pick the biggest offense…

They had gotten into a huge fight that night, with Logan leaving him extremely hurt with his words. And they had both avoided each other’s path until they both graduated, and Logan disappeared off his radar.

However, the feelings of guilt and longing had only heightened when he spotted Logan today, the moment he walked through the glass doors. All charm and wiles.

And Finn had found it difficult to take his eyes off him the entire evening, except when he’d disappeared with Jake.

He wasn’t very surprised about his feelings, because he’d tested a number of hypotheses over the years.

Dated all types of girls. Tried his possible best to prove his suspicions wrong.

But each fucking time, he’d come back full circle. Thinking about Logan.

No one had quite made his heart flutter the way Logan had, that night they’d shared that kiss.

No one had tasted like Logan, sweet and sinful.

And sadly, he’d had to live with that for years.

But he was still yet to accept the very obvious, glaring fact. The fact that he wanted Logan.

The fact that had built this rift between them.

Now, seeing Logan standing in his room, the emotions of anger and longing in Finn’s chest flared even hotter.

And Logan’s voice wasn’t half as friendly as he’d hoped.

Well, he didn’t sound so friendly himself, either.

But Logan’s eyes…they communicated something different… something similar to what Finn felt.

“What do you mean?” Finn demanded, stepping closer. “I was here before you, in case you forget that.”

Logan scoffed, shoving his hands in his pocket. “Well Jake brought me here, because the chateau was out of rooms. What I didn’t expect was to share a room with you of all people.”

Logan paused, something clicking in his mind.

Did Jake do this on purpose?

Almost every one of their classmates were aware of the beef between him and Finn, so maybe this was intentional?

He cursed under his breath, taking his hands through his hair. “Fucking hell.”

After a few uncomfortable moments, he walked back towards the closet and grabbed his bag. “Fine, I’ll leave. You can have the room all to yourself.”

He brushed past Finn, but his voice stopped him in his tracks.

“And where will you stay, then?” Finn demanded. “You said the chateau was out of rooms.”

“That’s none of your business, Finn,” Logan lashed out, “and we both know that.”

He was almost at the door when he felt a hand on his shoulder, burning through his tux.

“Stop, Logan. I mean…” he cleared his throat, “you can stay. I’m not gonna kick you out.”

Logan, his heart racing, his breath suddenly short, turned to face him. “Get your hands off me, Finn.”

Finn complied, his gaze burning into Logan’s.

Squaring his shoulders, Logan held his gaze pointedly. “Are you sure the feelings you abhor towards me won’t get in the way?”

Something flashed in Finn’s eyes, and he cleared his throat. “Look, Logan, why don’t we just put everything behind—“

“Really? You wanna do that now? After every-fucking-thing?

“I mean,” Finn shrugged, “there’s no point in holding grudges anymore.”

Logan scoffed, his eyes flashing dangerously. “Okay then.”

He closed the distance between them, dropping his bag.

And the action started a race in Finn’s chest. “What are you doing?”

Logan grabbed him by his shirtfront, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Paying you back in your own coin.”

Before Finn could say another word, Logan crashed his lips down on his, stealing his breath away.

Finn stilled completely, his eyes growing wide, and a heartbeat later, all resolve fell away and he wrapped his hand around Logan’s neck, deepening the kiss.

Their tongues fought for dominance, their breaths hot and ragged.

Logan forgot for a few moments, what his intention had been.

He’d simply wanted to payback, but this kiss… it was everything he’d longed for in a long time, even though they were both in denial.

Finn’s hand slipped under his shirt just then, warm and hard, and Logan immediately tore his lips away.

“Enough,” he growled, averting his gaze from Finn’s surprised and glazed ones. “I was simply trying to pay you back.”

His heart was racing so fast, his chest and stomach churning with need, desire sliding through him.

But he was still hurt..

He turned and unlocked the door.

“Logan..” Finn called, but he was totally ignored.

*******

“Alright, folks!” Jake’s voice rang out in the hall exploding with loud music, his voice a little slurred, “we’re here to drink our fucking selves to stupor, and catch up. You know what I mean?”

“Yay!” The crowd cheered back, and a loud pop followed, champagne spraying everywhere in the air.

Logan and Finn sat on opposite sides of the long table, each on the edge, avoiding contact.

And the saltiness was very glaring now.

Logan had avoided Finn since their second-first kiss, battling with his feelings and trying to bring his racing heart under control. So he’d only gone back to the room after he was sure Finn was out.

He didn’t know what to make of that kiss they’d shared back in the hotel room. He couldn’t understand what had pushed him to do that…

It wasn’t just payback, he knew that. He’d been itching to do that again for a long time, and even more when he’d sighted Finn again.

Just then, Jake staggered to the table where they sat at, a sly grin on his face. “Alright, folks,” he slurred. “Why don’t we raise a toast to the reunion of these best friends?”

The words caught Logan’s sharp ears, and he quickly whipped his gaze up to glare at him.

He could feel Finn’s hot gaze on his, pinning him to the spot.

“Logan, Finn,” Jake continued, his eyes glinting, “we raise a glass to the renewal of your friendship.”

This confirmed Logan’s suspicions. Jake had known exactly what he was doing when he put him in Finn’s room.

Who didn’t know about their severed friendship back then?

No one had liked it, but they didn’t have a say.

But it seemed they did now.

Forcing a smile on his face, Logan lifted his glass, sliding a gaze over to Finn.

“So,” Jake cleared his throat, and Finn picked up his own glass, “to friendship?”

“To friendship!” Their other classmates cheered, and everyone downed their glasses.

Except for Logan and Finn.

Once everyone had returned to their businesses, Logan downed his champagne and rose to his feet.

He grabbed another glass on his way out, ignoring Finn’s gaze as it followed him out of the hall.

He’d half-expected Finn to follow, but he was still surprised when he saw him striding towards where he leaned against the wall at the back of the hall.

The cold wind slapped against his face, and he averted his gaze, sipping from his glass.

Quietly, Finn crept up and leaned next to him on the wall.

“What do you want, Finn?”

“We can’t keep fighting for this long, Logan,” Finn said after a few heartbeats. “I miss our friendship, man.”

“But you ruined it, didn’t you?” Logan lashed out. “You made it clear, you know, that day ten years ago, that the kiss was a mistake. After you initiated it. You got my heart racing like that and you left me hanging. It’s unfair.”

Finn turned his burning gaze to his face, his eyes slightly wide. “Really?”

“What?”

“Did you…like it that much? The kiss?”

“No one has ever made me feel the same way, if that makes any difference.”

Silence stretched between them, then, Logan felt Finn’s fingers on his arm, electric.

He jumped, turning to glare at Finn. “What now?”

“I’m sorry, Logan..for everything.” A pause. “And honestly, I’ve regretted that day ever since. I was an asshole, you know. I mean I enjoyed that kiss so much it scared the shit out of me.”

Logan smirked. “I know, right?” He murmured. “Before that, I used to think we were both crazy about girls.”

“Yeah…” Finn scooted closer, the warmth that drifted off him scalding Logan. “I’m really sorry, though. Could you forgive me?”

Logan shrugged. “It’s cool, anyway.”

But his breath caught in his throat when he felt Finn’s fingers, warm and hard under his shirt.

“Is this cool, though?” Finn demanded, his eyes burning hot as they penetrated Logan’s.

An involuntary sigh escaped Logan’s lips. “You’re doing it again, Finn. Don’t start what you’re gonna regret.”

Finn shook his head, a conflict of emotions reflecting in his eyes. “I don’t know..” he muttered, “what I feel right here,” he pointed at his chest, “I can’t control it. It’s almost choking me—“

Logan stole the words from his mouth this time, pulling him close and catching his lips in a kiss that left them both gasping for air.

Their glasses crashed to the ground, each groping for the other with the same fervent hunger.

They didn’t care anymore. They both wanted to fill the void they felt. The hunger that ravaged them. The desire that sliced through them enveloped them, their breaths ragged and hot.

They couldn’t stay in denial any longer.