Finn found himself shifted a bit, getting a dread out of his face before leaning back on his hands again. This time, Finn subconsciously moved closer to Raihn again. When he looked back over at Raihn, he had to glance down at their hands to see how close they were. They were almost touching, if Finn moved even a couple centimetres, his hand would have ended up on top of his. Finn made sure the glance was quick, hoping Raihn didn't catch it. "I like anything fruit really, unless I had a strong alcohol taste to it. What about you?" Finn asked, leaning in a bit more.
(This ones really bad, I apologize >.<)

Raihn kept his gaze on Finn, taking note of how he shifted closer and how he glanced down towards their hands. He fought the urge to do the same but figured that the very fact that Finn had bothered to look meant that their hands were pretty damn close to touching one another. Feeling a faint smile tugging at that thought, and a desire flaring to touch him, Raihn listened as Finn spoke. Hearing his question he hummed softly before nodding. "It would seem that you and I have similar tastes." He chuckled. "I'm not a huge fan of strong drinks, and normally I don't drink anything quite like the beer we had tonight." He continued, and keeping his gaze on Finn he slowly began to move his fingers over and towards Finn's hand. Immediately after he felt his fingers meet Finn's own he halted the movement of his hand. "There's this strawberry margarita that this restaurant serves in my home town. It's to die for." He said, his voice still low and confident and his eyes still fixed on Finn.

Finn listened as Raihn spoke, somewhat looking at him. His eyes wandered from time to time since the constant eye contact made him nervous but also a little freaked out. Finn didn't want to be staring into the guy's soul. When he felt their fingers touch, his breathing nearly stopped. They were touching, and none of them were making an effort to move at all. Finn wanted to look at their hands but ultimately decided not to. Instead, Finn looked at Raihn, scanning his face and watching his lips as he spoke. "Strawberry margaritas are my favorite." Finn spoke, his voice now equally as low as Raihns. The tension only grew, and Finn was now starting to feel it as he looked into Raihn's eyes. Fuck was this making Finn feel things. A small smirk played across his face as he took a deep breath.

Raihn chuckled as he listened to Finn and as he did he let his fingers continue to lightly brush against Finn's fingers. The fact that Finn didn't move away sent a pulse of something sharp through his chest, something that had his head tilting just slightly as he let his gaze drop to their hands and the nonexistent space between them. "I honestly didn't think that we'd have the same favorite drink." He said, voice low and just loud enough to be heard over the crackle of the fire. Strawberry margaritas, of all things that he and Finn could have in common, it had to be that. A grin tugged at his lips as he shifted allowing his fingers to press just a little more firmly against Finn's own. The last of the joint was gone, but the heaviness of the beer and the smoke still seemed to cling to the air between the two of them. The combination made the space feel warmer and heavier. Or perhaps it wasn't the joint or the drink but rather Finn, just Finn - sitting too damn close and looking too damn good. Raihn's tongue flicked out over his bottom lip and he chased the last of the liquor. For the first time that night he didn't bother second-guessing himself, instead, he let his gaze drop, just for a second before quickly returning it to Finn's own gaze. There was something in his expression though, something bold and deliberate. "Wanna find out how much more we've got in common?" He asked, his voice quieter still, a nearly silent murmur meant only for the two of them. Instead of waiting for Finn's answer, Raihn leaned in, slow but sure, and in a mere few seconds his lips were brushing against Finn's in a kiss that tasted like beer and smoke, like trouble, and like something he already knew he'd want again.

As the seconds went by, Finn only grew more nervous. Even though he was intoxicated, his nerves still managed to break through all the fuzziness from the drugs. His heart thumped in his chest, and he wanted to kiss Raihn, but he didn't think Raihn would ever do such a thing. He could feel Raihn's fingers push against his more firmly, but he refused to look down at their hands. He was trying to play it cool, but internally, he was struggling. Before Finn could even react, Raihn's lips were on his. He slowly let his eyes close as he melted into the kiss and delivered it back. His mouth tasted like weed and beer, but Finn didn't mind, he was sure his tasted the same. Finn could feel his body getting up and moving closer to Raihn's. He brought a hand up and firmly put it on Raihn's chest. Finn could feel his body temperature rising and his cheeks getting hot. It was clear Finn had been craving this for a while as the kiss only got more aggressive on Finn's end.

Raihn barely had time to process his own actions before Finn kissed him back. The kiss started out slow but was quick to become more, like a dam-breaking and releasing the torrent of wants and desires that they both appeared to have been holding back. Letting his own lids fall closed, Raihn focused on the feeling of Finn as he pressed closer, his fingers burning hot against his skin, and quite frankly he was certain his own skin was beginning to warm, heating in response to the kiss. He let out a low sound in the back of his throat, a sound that was something between amusement and satisfaction in response to feeling Finn's hand firmly placed against his chest. The warmth of it sent pulses of heat down his spine, and because Raihn found himself wanting this more than he had even seconds ago he didn't pull away. Instead, he leaned into it, allowing the moment to stretch on and letting Finn take what he wanted. The taste of beer and smoke lingered between them and mixed with the want and desire that was almost tangible in the kiss and in each action they made. It was messy and perhaps a little reckless, but damn if Raihn cared. He could feel Finn's body shifting closer, the space between them decreasing exponentially. It was clear that nothing about this kiss was soft, slow, or gentle anymore as neither Raihn nor Finn seemed to holding back. The kiss had turned into something more aggressive, and desperate, like they had been wanting this for a while. The thought that Finn might have felt that way sent a smug thrill through Raihn and had something deep in his chest tightening in a way he wasn't used to. He smirked against Finn's mouth and tilted his head just enough to tease him, dragging out the moment for several seconds before diving back in and meeting that aggression with his own. His fingers, still lightly tangled with Finn's, twitched before he finally moved, sliding his hand up and allowing his fingertips to skim along Finn's arm, slow and deliberate. Honestly, Raihn wasn't sure where this was going, he wasn't thinking that far ahead. Right now, as he kissed and touched him, all he knew was that Finn wasn't pushing him away but rather pulling him in.

The kiss only escalated from there, causing Finn to get extremely heated. Being away from male attention for the past couple of months was causing Finn to feel more in the moment. His breathing was getting heavy, and he was doing a sloppy job at kissing, but god, was he loving it. When Raihn pulled away, he wanted so badly to pull him back, but before he could, Raihn was already going in himself. Finn could feel butterflies in his lower stomach, intensifying every second that went by. When Raihn started to run his fingertips against his arm, it sent him over the rails. Finn immediately pushed off of Raihn, looking down at his lap before cursing under his breath. He refused to meet Raihns eyes, getting up and rushing outside. "What the fuck." Finn muttered to himself as he looked down at his pants. God was Finn mad at himself, but he couldn't control it. How could Finn look Raihn in the eyes now. Finn slowly made his way to the shower, stripping as he did so.

The heat between himself and Finn had built fast, far faster than Raihn had expected. Finn was kissing him like he'd been starved for it, all heavy breaths and clumsy urgency, but Raihn didn't mind. There was something intoxicating about it, about the way Finn seemed to melt into him one second and then desperately try to take more the next. He barely let a breath pass between them before diving back in, he smirked against Finn's mouth when he felt the way Finn responded to even the smallest touch, his fingers brushing over Finn's arm, slow teasing- and then suddenly he was gone. Raihn blinked, still catching breath as the other man shoved away from him like he'd been burned. The warmth that had been pressing into him seconds ago disappeared as Finn shot to his feet, muttered something under his breath, and rushed off before Raihn could even process what had just happened. For a moment, Raihn just sat there, lips still tingling, brow furrowed as he exhaled sharply. After several seconds he lifted the hand and the fingers that had just been traveling up Finn's arm ran through his hair. Letting his head tip back he tried to shake off the heat still lingering under his skin. "The fuck was that?" He muttered, dragging his tongue over his bottom lip. Rain didn't move right away, he could have followed Finn, could've thrown some smartass remark at him but something told him that wasn't the move right now. And, even if he'd been able to it would have taken him a fair amount of time to get to his feet and then to make his way after Finn. So, instead, he leaned forward, resting an elbow on the knee of the leg he pulled up and let out a slow breath, his green gaze fixed on the fire. His fingers still tingled where they'd touched Finn's skin. His lips curled slightly, in a small and thoughtful smile. Well. That had been.... interesting.

As Finn undressed, once he got to his pants, he carefully took them off along with his boxers. "Fucking hell." He muttered. He started the water and immediately ran his boxers under it, trying to wash them. Realization then hit him, what the hell was he going to wear back. Panic surged through his veins, but at the same time, his pants didn't really get messed up. Once he was done cleaning his underwear, he hopped in the shower himself. He wanted to stay in the shower for as long as he could, but he refused to waste water, he just really didn't want to face Raihn again. He was unsure if Raihn would even be able to recall what had happened, but he didn't want to figure it out. With a quick rinse, he got out and dried most of his body with his shirt before putting his pants back on. He then walked over to the clothes tree and hung up his shirt and underwear. Staring at the warehouse door, he was hesitant to walk back in, but he had to. Taking a deep breath, he forced himself to walk in. His eyes immediately found Raihn, but he didn't stare for long. Fuck, he wished he had more to drink now. His heart was beating out of his chest, and for a completely different reason from 10 minutes ago. Looking down, he tried his best not to make eye contact as he walked past Raihn. Man was he uncomfortable not wearing any boxers, but that was his fault. He sat down on the opposite side of the fire and just stared at the dying flames.

Raihn hadn't moved from where he sat in front of the since Finn ran off, his fingers absently moved over his lips as if he was replaying what had just happened. The way Finn had kissed him, hungry and desperate, and how he had kissed him back meeting those same emotions with his own. He recalled the way Finn had all but bolted like the damn fire of hell was licking at his heels. He honestly wasn't sure what he had been expecting, but it hadn't been that. When the warehouse door creaked open again, Raihn's gaze was quick to flick up and away from the fire. He watched as Finn walked back in, his movements stiff and his eyes darting away the second they landed on him. He didn't say anything but instead simply watched as Finn crossed the space and dropped onto the opposite side of the fire. The way he kept his head down, the way his fingers twitched slightly in his lap. A slow grin tugged Raihns lips. "Good shower?" His voice was low, amused and deliberately poking at the silence that had settled between them. He didn't need Finn to answer, his reaction would be enough. He studied him and leaned back on his hands once again. "So... you planning on avoiding me all night, or are we gonna talk about it?" He asked, his voice smooth and teasing.