After a couple of minutes, Finn had managed to all of his clothes done. Quite often, Finn's gaze fell onto Raihn, he still yearned to feel his lips against his again. The urge to tell him to look at him was strong, but Finn stayed quiet. Finn also went out of his way to graze his hand against Raihns. Finn wanted to kiss him again, but he was unsure if Raihn wanted the same. It was almost clear Raihn didn't want it, but maybe there was a chance that Finn was desperately grasping. He could tell Raihn was trying his best to not look at him, and it hurt a bit. "Raihn." Finn whispered, his voice sounding familiar to that night. He had his hands in his lap, letting them dry after finishing his last piece of clothing. His stare was also quite intense on Raihn, desperate to meet his eyes.

Raihn kept his green hues locked onto the movement of his hands, the clothes, and the water as he continued to wash them. He hadn't failed to notice when Finn's hand would graze his, and each time he felt a shock of electricity ignite beneath his touch. And along with it, his heart both seemed to jump into a hurried rhythm and stop entirely. Whenever this happened Raihn found himself biting at the inside of his cheek and swallowing thickly. Damn it. This was a hell of a lot more difficult than he thought it would be. The simple act of washing the laundry had somehow turned into a torment that Raihn hadn't expected. It was so bad that he was exceptionally grateful when it became apparent that Finn had finished washing the dishes. At least now their hands wouldn't brush against one another. Finishing up with a shirt he moved to grab some pants from his quickly diminishing pile, though his movements came to an abrupt halt when he heard Finn say his name. Hearing him call his name in that fuckingly intoxicating tone had his breath catching in his throat. For several moments he kept his gaze on the water before he slowly lifted them to look up at Finn. "Yeah?" He managed, albeit with some hesitation.

Swallowing thickly, Finn's heart hammered in his chest waiting for Raihn to answer him and it nearly stopped when Raihn finally looked up at him. Locking eyes sent a jolt of confidence through his body, and before he knew it himself, he was leaning in and kissing Raihn. Both his hands grabbed each side of his face as he did so, desperate to feel him. His heart continued to beat rapidly as he kissed him, afraid of how Raihn would react. The feeling of Raihn's lips on his sent a big wave of warmth and comfort over him. Finn didn't plan on pulling away, but he was ready to deal with whatever consequences Raihn had in store for him.

The moment his eyes met Finn's, it felt like his heart stopped. The look he was being given, so intense, like Finn was dying to have him again. He didn't know what to make of it and wasn't sure how to respond. His mind was at war with itself: one side screaming at him to look away, to slam the wall back down between them before anything else could happen, while the other side begged him to lean in, to close the space and kiss Finn the way he'd been aching to for the past four days. But he didn't have time to figure it out, to make sense of the chaos in his head, before Finn's lips were on his. The kiss hit him like a lightning strike and his entire body went rigid. His eyes flew wide open, his muscles locked in shock, and maybe even a little horror. What the fuck? What the actual fuck was happening? His mind short-circuited, leaving him frozen for what felt like forever before he finally snapped out of it. With more force than he thought he had, he shoved Finn back, his hands hitting Finn's chest hard enough to create space between them. The shock of it all started to fade, replaced by a whirlwind of emotions, confusion, hurt, and most of all, anger. "What the fuck?" He bit out, his tone sharp and cold as his furious glare locked onto Finn.

The kiss only offered some sort lived pleasure before he was so rudely shoved away. The shove was almost enough to knock the wind out of Finn but he kept his composure after stumbling a bit. He was quick to shove Raihn back with equal force. "C'mon, dude." Finn snapped back, wanting to add more but he bit his tongue. The way Raihn had reacted was a possibility, but Finn didn't think it'd be very likely, and he was proved wrong. All Finn wanted was to feel his lips on Raihn's again, but Raihn made it very clear that he didn't want it at all. Finn backed up a bit, a little nervous at how angry Raihn had become from just one simple kiss. He pushed the nervousness aside, leaning closer and standing his ground. He clenched his jaw and furrowed his brows as he kept his eyes locked onto Raihns.

The moment Finn shoved him back, Raihn's anger flared even hotter, the heat rushed through his veins. It wasn't just the kiss that had upset and infuriated him, it was the audacity of it all. The shove, the nerve to snap back like he was the one who'd been wronged. C'mon, dude? Really? Had he really just said that? Raihn's fists clenched at his sides as he steadied himself, grateful that he hadn't toppled over at the shove he'd received. He let his glare narrow in on Finn. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest, not from the kiss itself but from the rage and confusion swirling inside him. "What the fuck is wrong with you?" He snapped, his voice low and sharp, though he hated how unsteady it sounded even to his own ears. "Don't do that again." He said, his tone cold and full of finality, even though his hands were still trembling slightly from all the conflicting emotions crashing into him. While he was standing his ground, remaining true to the decision that he had wanted, Raihn couldn't deny the fact that for a brief second, he had almost kissed him back, or how even now a part of himself wished that he had.

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God he wished his ankle wasn't injured because he would be jumping to his feet and putting a good distance between himself and Finn. But he couldn't and instead remained stuck where he sat, glowering up at Finn as he did so. "I thought I made myself clear, Finn." He snapped, carrying the full weight of his frustration. "It was a one-time thing. Nothing. Can. Happen. Again." He said emphasizing each word like it was a nail in a coffin, hoping that it would drive the point home. Letting out a bitter and humorless laugh he ran a hand through his hair and shook his head. "What part of that did you not understand? Do you think this is some kind of game? That you can just... kiss me like that and forget everything I said?" His voice cracked slightly on the last word, a fraction of the hurt he felt breaking through and that only served to make him angrier. He had tried being as open with Finn as he dared because he felt he owed him that, but this is how he got treated in return... "You don't get to decide how I feel." He continued, his tone cold and biting now. "You don't get to do this shit and act like it's okay because you want it. I don't." A lie, a sharp-toned, cold, and bitter lie. Raihn did want it, he wanted it so badly he felt like he couldn't breathe at the thought of giving it up, but he couldn't do this. "You need to get that through your head, and if you can't then maybe you should stay the fuck away from me."

Finn just stared in disbelief that Raihn just kept running his mouth, it only made Finn more irritated. His eyes wandered a bit down Raihns body as he examined him. A little part of Finn thought that Raihn was extremely sexy when he was angry, but the fact that he was angry with him didn't make him feel good. "Okay Okay, Jesus, do you ever shut up!" Finn exclaimed, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "I get it, but that night Raihn, it was much more than what I said it was." Finn's voice was getting slightly louder, wanting Raihn to hear him. Taking a deep breath, letting it out slowly. "Last time I checked, you're the one staying with us, so how about you stay the fuck away huh. Yeah, arent you the one living in our home and eating our food? " Finn said, cocking his head as he continued looking at Raihn. Finn knew he was kind of being a dick, and he was mostly in the wrong, but he wasn't going to take all of those nasty hits from Raihn. He wasn't a punching bag. Finn knew kissing Raihn was a risk, and he willingly took it, but the outcome wasn't what he wanted. He thought things would be how they were that night, but really, Raihn was just intoxicated and he didn't give a shit. Finn was mad at himself for falling for it.

Raihn froze upon hearing Finn's words, his breath caught in his throat and it felt as if he'd been physically slapped. Stay the fuck away? The words echoed in his mind, sharp and biting, each one a fresh cut to his pride. He hadn't asked for this... for any of it. He hadn't asked to be stuck here, hobbling around on a sprained ankle. He hadn't asked to find himself needing to depend on Finn and the others just to get through the day. The sheer audacity of Finn's accusations left him reeling, but it wasn't hurt that rose to the surface, it was anger. "You think this is my fault? That I want to fucking be here?" He snarled, his voice trembling with an infuriating mix of pain and anger. His jaw clenched so tightly that it ached and his eyes burned with a mix of disbelief and outrage. "That I'm just mooching off you and your friends for fun? Let me make one thing perfectly clear... I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask to get my ankle fucked up, to be stuck in this godforsaken warehouse, or to have to rely on you for anything." His chest heaved as he forced himself to take a breath, though it honestly did little to steady him.

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"Do you think for one second that I enjoy being treated like some fucking charity case? That I don't feel useless enough as it is without you throwing that shit in my face." He was rambling now, taking out his frustrations, his hurts, and his anger for all that had happened over the last four months on Finn. It was wrong, god it was so wrong and he regretted each word he said, yet he found himself unable to stop. It was like the floodgates were open and all the emotions he'd been feeling and holding so tightly to his chest were rushing out like a raging flood. "You don't even get it, do you? All of this, everything, it's just one more pile of crap I didn't ask for, and now you're acting like I'm the bad guy for not what? Rolling over and letting you do whatever the hell you want?"

Every word that came out of Raihn's mouth felt like a paintball to the stomach. Finn couldn't make sense of all the anger from one simple kiss, it had to be more than that. Cocking his head again, he tried to understand why all this was coming out over a small thing. Maybe it was pent-up anger and frustration, Finn thought. "All of this over one kiss?" Finn questioned quietly. "You know nobody is forcing you to stay, you can walk with that stick so. You could have very well left that night." Finn stated, his voice louder now. In the moment, Finn regretted helping him out so much. Finn got up in a huff, "Unbelieveable." Finn said under his breath, finally breaking eye contact. His shoulders were tensed, and he had failed to notice his hands balling into fists. If Finn didn't walk away now, he was going to throw hands, and that would just make things 10 times worse. Looking down at the pile of clothes he washed, he debated grabbing them. Fuck it. He decided to grab them later. He threw Raihn a quick glance before walking away. "Hijo de puta" Finn muttered under his breath, his spanish accent coming out.

Un-fucking-believable. He could hardly believe this was happening. Drawing in his breath and doing his best to hold his tongue Raihn watched as Finn started to walk away. He would have let things end there... if he hadn't heard his last sentence. Having been able to speak Spanish since childhood he heard what was said, and understood it. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He spat, his voice low and shaking with barely restrained fury. After a moment's stillness he struggled to his feet, abandoning his walking stick and balancing himself on his good leg. "Do you even hear yourself right now? You think I could've just walked away? With what, Finn? My sprained ankle or that shitty stick you found in the woods?" His voice cracked again as his frustration pulled out in uneven waves. "Go ahead and walk away," Raihn called after him before he scoffed. "It's what you're good at, isn't it?" The moment the words left his mouth, Raihn felt the sting of regret creeping in. He hated this, hated the way Finn could rile him up, hated the mess they were in, hated how vulnerable he felt. But more than anything he hated that even after everything, a small part of him still wanted Finn to turn around.