As he kept trying to catch his breath, Raihn made it hard to do so. Every little thing Raihn did made it so hard to be calm. He was so good at this, so good at being so fucking hot and sexy. Finn was now unsure if he was better at this game than Raihn. Finn hummed in response, not having a clue what he had in store. He wanted to make it seem like he had a clue, but he didn't, and pure panic set in when Raihn told him to enlighten him. What was he going to do now? Finn had no clue really what this dude was like, especially in this situation. "Raihn." Finn spoke, his voice a whisper, almost in a pleading tone but not quite. Finn was still for a moment before he slowly moved his hand up Raihn's neck in a teasing manner. He then grabbed the hand that was on his neck and slowly trailed it back down to the waistline of his boxers, where he wanted it. "Please." Finn quietly please, slowly letting go of Raihns hand.

Raihn paused for a moment and drew in a sharp breath as he watched and felt Finn guide his hand to the waistband of his boxers. The weight of the request sank into him like a slow burn. And when Finn said his name, soft and edged with something uncertain and yet undeniably wanting a shiver ran down his spine. He swallowed thickly, his fingers flexing against Finn's skin once again before he moved to trace light patterns just above the waistband, not quite giving in but not pulling away either. After several long teasing seconds, he let his fingers drift a little lower, barely brushing over the skin that burned beneath his touch. Then, just as slowly, he pulled his hand up and away and towards the male's waist. Leaning in until his lips were a mere whisper from Finn's he let his gaze lock onto his. "Say it again?" He requested, his voice low. He wanted to hear Finn whisper his name and utter his plea, needed to hear it and to watch as Finn surrendered himself to the moment, and ultimately to him. His other hand he lifted to come and rest against Finn's jaw where he took a gentle hold of his chin and tilted it up slightly, forcing him to meet his gaze head-on. "You sure you want this?" He asked, his voice a low rasp. While he waited for an answer to both of the questions he'd given Finn he let his thumb brush along Finn's bottom lip.

Finn's brows furrowed a bit as he slightly bit at his lower lip, getting frustrated when Raihn didn't keep his hand where he guided it. Finn had a feeling he'd want to hear him beg just a little more. He was fooled for just a couple of seconds, making him want it even more. "Raihn please." The words were quick to come out of Finn's mouth, his voice slightly louder now with a hint of frustration behind them. Clenching his jaw, he glanced down at his body on top of Raihns before meeting his eyes again. "I'm sure." He breathed quietly, letting his gaze fall down to Raihn's lips. He could feel his body melting into Raihn's and himself succumbing to him. The teasing was getting to a frustrating point, and he didn't know how much more he could take before he gave up.

Raihn's smirk was quick to fade the moment he saw the shift in Finn's expression. He could see the frustration and the desperation barely concealed behind the furrow of his brows and the way he bit his lip. He had been teasing, playing the game he so often did when engaging in such acts as this, but something about the way Finn looked at him now... raw, unguarded, and needing, made something snap inside of him. Hearing him repeat the plea had Raihn's breath catching in his throat. He was still for only a second before he moved, raising his hands with certainty. His touches were no longer teasing and it was clear that he was no longer holding back. One hand he slid down Finn's spine, gripping him firmly while the other he tangled in his hair and pulled him down into a kiss that was anything but playful. This kiss was deep, consuming, and was filled with a hunger that had been building up for far too long. "Alright." He murmured into the kiss, his breath even and his control slipping fast. "No more games." And there weren't.

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The world was slow to return as the haze of heat and pleasure still lingered in Raihn's bones. His body was relaxed, but his mind was still sharp and processing everything, the way Finn had felt against him, the way that their breaths had mixed in the dimness of the tent, and the way his own heart was still hammering within his chest harder than he'd like to admit. For several long moments, Raihn didn't speak. He wasn't sure he wanted to speak. The silence wasn't uncomfortable, not when the warmth of Finn's skin was still pressed against his. Drawing in a slow breath, Raihn let his fingers trail lazily down Finn's arm, tracing idle patterns as he grounded himself in the moment. Finally, he exhaled a slow breath. "So..." He started, his voice far softer than it ever had been since meeting Finn. There was a tinge of amusement in his tone but there wasn't any teasing behind it. Just a quiet acknowledgment of everything that had just transpired between them. "Still think you had a pretty good idea of what you were doing?" He asked. It wasn't a taunt, not this time, he just wanted to hear Finn's answer. He wanted to gauge where his head was because, for all the confidence and all the teasing and tension that had built up between them, this felt like uncharted territory.

Everything was blurry, and Finn's high was slow to come down. Closing his eyes, he could hear Raihn's heart beating rapidly. He stayed still, too weak and sore to move at all, he was too worn out for anything. He opened his eyes slightly when he heard Raihn speak, but they were quick to fall back closed. "Somewhat." Finn replied as a weak smile tugged at his lips. Finn hadn't done anything like that in a while, and it was entirely too much, but he enjoyed every second of it. Inhaling a deep breath through his nose, he exhaled it slowly, his body melting further into Raihns. The warmth of his bare body was comforting, and even though they were pretty close, he craved to be closer like they just were minutes ago. Hiking a leg up, he moved a bit to press more into Raihn before stretching his leg back down to rest in between his. He wanted to freeze time to stay in this moment and then have the ability to replay it over and over again. Another smile tugged on his lips before he let out a satisfied hum.

Raihn could feel Finn's body against his, could feel the faint rise and fall of his chest in the slow rhythm that was his breathing. The exhaustion radiating from him was almost tangible and clear in the way Finn stayed still, the weight of the moment sinking in, and how both of them were caught in the aftermath of what they had just shared. Raihn's hand rested gently on Finn's side, his thumb brushing against the skin there. Hearing Finn's response he felt as his lips curled into a subtle smile. "Somewhat huh?" He said, his voice quiet and tinged with something deeper than amusement now. The feeling of Finn's weight on him, the way their bodies were intertwined felt different. There was no playfulness in it anymore, no teasing, there was only the rawness of their connection, the quiet understanding between them as they both recovered from the intensity. The movement of Finn's leg shifting to rest between Raihn's had his breath catching. There was something about the way Finn sought to be even closer that sent a pulse of warmth through Raihn's chest. He could feel the warmth of his body and the way his skin seemed to melt into his own and he wasn't sure if it was the lingering effects of their connection or something else, but the need to be close to him felt just as real now as it had been moments ago. Not saying anything more he let his hand slide down Finn's side, feeling the warmth of his body as he shifted slightly to hold him just a little closer. The tension between them had shifted and settled into something more vulnerable and more intimate.

It wasn't long before Finn's mind drifted off to sleep, he was too tired to stay awake any longer. The next morning, Finn woke up with a rager headache, being somewhat hungover. With a sudden queasy feeling in his stomach, his eyes shot up and he quickly lifted his head off of Raihn's chest before bolting out of the tent. He didn't want to throw up in the warehouse so he rushed to the door, but he couldn't make it any further than that. With a weak shove to open the door, he fell to his knees before throwing up a bit on the dirt. The door stopped against his side, not completely shutting. He knew he probably looked stupid but he couldn't hold it in for another second. "Fuck." Finn said, spitting the remaining taste of throwup out of his mouth. Weakly he stood up, stepping back into the warehouse to let the door fully shut. He had to clean that up before anyone stepped on it. He could now feel his legs shaking a bit since he was sore from the previous night, and that's when it hit him. His eyes widened, and he looked down at his body. Closely, he examined himself for any cuts or bruises, and he was surprised to find quite a lot. "Shit." Finn said quietly before walking back to his tent. He was unsure how he felt about what they did last night now that he was completely sober, but he knew some part of him liked it.

Raihn stirred awake the moment that Finn all but threw himself off of him and out of the tent. His body instinctively tensed, adrenaline spiking through him before his brain was able to catch up. The past months of running, of never really being able to rest had trained him to wake up at the first sign of movement, especially something as sudden as Finn bolting. He moved to sit up and immediately regretted it. A sharp, pounding headache slammed into his skull like a bull running down the matador, and his vision blurred for a second. Groaning he pressed a hand to his forehead as nausea twisted his stomach, but it wasn't bad enough to make him throw up. He could hear Finn outside, the unmistakable sound of retching piercing the relative silence of the early morning, and Raihn grimaced.

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With a groan he let himself fall back, exhaling hard as the events of last night came rushing back all at once. The heat, the desperation, the way that Finn had melted into him as if he belonged there. He barely had time to process the memory before something colder settled in his chest, something close to horror. What the fuck have I done? Bringing a hand over his face as if the act would block out the images flashing through his mind, he clenched his bottom lip. Try as he might the memories were relentless. The feeling of Finn beneath him, the sounds he had made, the way Raihn had allowed himself to forget... to forget everything. The situation he was in. His life. The fact that he was running for his goddamn life from corrupt cops, possibly the mafia, and god only knew who else. And yet... he had let himself get tangled up in something he had no business touching.

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"Fuck..." Raihn muttered under his breath, pushing himself up despite the way his head throbbed. His muscles ached, serving as a reminder of how reckless last night had been. It wasn't just the alcohol, it was also him. He had let himself sink into something dangerous, something intoxicating and now the cold, brutal light of morning was there to slap him in the face with the reality of his drunken choices. This could not happen again. Hell, it shouldn't have happened in the first place. Biting at his bottom lip nearly hard enough to draw blood he cautiously pushed himself to his feet and grabbed his cane to leave the tent. He stepped out just in time to watch Finn start to make his way back and his green hues were quick to flick down and towards the bruises littering Finn's skin, and the instant guilt he felt twisted his gut.

What have they done?! They might have entirely ruined any progress toward their friendship from what they did last night, or did it make them closer? Finn was utterly confused, not knowing what he was going to say to Raihn about it. Maybe they could just forget about it? No, that wasn't possible. Everything that happened between them was more than just a quick fuck, it was more intimate and intense than that. Just thinking about it made Finn's breath quicken, and when he looked up, Raihn was standing just outside of the tent. Flashbacks from last night ran through his mind, causing his breath to get caught in his throat. Taking in a shaky deep breath and swallowing thickly, he continued to walk to the tent and past Raihn. He went through any clothes he had left, finding a different pair of underwear before getting out of the tent again. Accidentally, his shoulder grazed against Raihn's arm and it sent shivers down his spine. Without a word he was off to take a quick shower, he knew he would also probably have to boil more water for their shower water but that wasn't an issue at the moment.

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He found his whole body tensed the second he saw Raihn awake, and he knew from now on it was going to be hard to be around him. His desire for Raihn was through the roof, and he couldn't believe it himself. How could he like a guy like him? It was never going to happen again, as much as Finn wanted it to be an every night thing, it wasn't going to be. Raihn's drunken state was probably what took over last night, and Finn was just the only one up and willing to have some fun, that was probably it. Shaking his head slightly he turned on the water before taking his boxers off and getting in. The cold water woke him up immediately, it didn't help much with his hangover but it helped with his tiredness. He wished the water was hot to help with how sore and tense his muscles were. The replays of last night continued to flash through his mind as the water trickled down his body. Every touch, and moment they shared was engraved in his mind despite him being under the influence.

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Raihn didn't move as Finn walked past him into the tent, or when their shoulders brushed as he left it. The light graze of skin against skin sent a jolt through his entire body, sharp and electric. It wasn't just a casual touch, not to him. His breath hitched for a fraction of a second before he forced himself to exhale slowly. Locking his jaw as if that would stop the war raging inside of him he let his gaze follow Finn. He shouldn't feel this. He shouldn't want this. Last night had been a mistake, or at least that's what he should be telling himself, over and over again until it became truth. It was just the alcohol, just the loneliness, and just a moment of weakness in a life that didn't allow second chances. But even now, as Finn walked away and disappeared from view, Raihn found himself staring after him, his fingers curling into fists at his sides. It was more than that... and he knew it.

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His body still ached from where Finn had touched him, held him, and wanted him. He could still feel the ghost of his breath against him like he belonged there. And that was the fucking problem. That feeling, that connection, it wasn't something Raihn could afford. Because one day, when his ankle was healed, he was going to leave. He had to leave. There was no happy ending waiting for him. No soft place to land. He was running for his life for christ's sake, barely keeping ahead of the cops, and whoever else had a bullet with his name on it. Getting attached meant making things harder than they already would be, for both himself and Finn. Finn didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve to wake up one morning and find Raihn gone, leaving nothing behind but cold sheets and silence. Yet, for all the logic and reasoning screaming at him to stay distant, the memory of last night burned hot in his veins. A part of him, maybe the reckless part, or perhaps the selfish part, wanted to reach for Finn again. He wanted to let what they shared turn into something more. Wanted to let himself feel instead of constantly running from it.

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Running a hand through his hair and exhaling sharply he moved to hobble over to his spot against the wall. "It doesn't matter.... it can't matter..." He muttered under his breath. When he reached his spot he leaned against the wall and bent down to grab up the pants that Finn had given him to use the previous night before... well before they'd been intimate. Drawing in a breath he unfolded the pants and moved to slip them on, remaining ever mindful of his injured ankle as he did so.