Page 9 of Finding Finn (Foggy Basin Season 2)

FINN

I paced outside the door to the bar. How could I go in? Did I make a fool of myself in front of Jim? I mean… I couldn’t help but look at him.

Jesus!

All of them. They were fucking gorgeous.

Who knew that the guys in Foggy Basin would be International Male models?

Ben was incredibly handsome, and so was Tim…

But Jim was a fucking fantasy come to life.

The dark hair that peppered his chest and that treasure trail that disappeared down into his shorts.

I had to think about dead people to stop myself from getting a hard-on.

I tried to focus on lifting and nothing else, but my eyes drifted to him.

His sweaty chest and those fucking shoulders and arms were a thing of beauty that left me feeling hornier than I had felt in a very long time. If I met him at a bar in New York, I knew what I would be doing tonight – Jim.

Do I go inside, or should I text him and say that something came up?

I mean, I could think about him and try to get him out of my head.

I laughed loudly and then looked around to see if anyone was looking at the crazy person pacing in front of the bar.

No, that would make things worse. I’d just fantasize about him while I… Yeah… This was not good, was it?

I should just go inside and deal with it. I really could use a drink, and I should talk to Ben about the resort and the playhouse doing their shows over there.

Fuck it.

I opened the door and headed inside. I saw them all standing around one of the pool tables. Jim noticed me and waved. He smirked as I walked over. He knew. Fuck…

I felt like I was in high school again and just got caught staring at the quarterback. It had happened. It had been horrible, and I had spent weeks crying in my room because of all the teasing and names I had been called.

I stiffened as I walked over – a steel rod up my spine.

“Hey, Finn!” Ben yelled happily. “You need to catch up, dude. You play pool?”

“I mean… sure.”

“Let’s do a shot.” Ben walked over to the bar and waved me over. “What do you want?”

“Uh… I’ll have a bourbon and Coke.”

Ben ordered a round of shots and my drink, and then turned to me. “How are you finding the Basin?”

“It’s a lot different from what I expected.”

“How so?”

“Well, I’m not used to a small town being so gay friendly for one. But it’s also really cute and everyone has been nice.”

“I love it here. It’s weird to think that all I wanted was to get out of here when I was a kid. But as soon as I came back, I realized that I couldn't leave. My husband owns the bakery in town.”

“I love that place. I met a redheaded girl there who was super sweet.”

“Tammy Sue. She’s really something, man. She and Percy, my husband, have been best friends for a long time. So you’re single?”

“Yep.” I shrugged. “There are some great guys in town. But only one who is amazing, gay, and single.”

“Are you trying to play matchmaker?”

“When it’s easy, it’s easy, you know? Jim’s a great guy.”

“Yeah, he seems to be.”

“Alright,” Ben laughed. “I’ll stop. It’s really none of my business, but… I noticed how the two of you look at each other.”

“You did?”

“I did.”

“Ben, here are the drinks. You want this on the tab?”

“Please. Thanks, man. Can you help me carry these over?” He grabbed three of the shots, and I picked up the other with my drink.

I followed him over to the pool table.

“What did you get?” Tim asked suspiciously.

“Tequila, bitch.” He handed one to Tim and Jim.

Ben lifted his in the air, and we all clinked before sucking them down and then sucking on a lemon.

“Tequila? Are you trying to kill us?” Tim laughed.

“You have a babysitter, and the kids will be asleep when you get home. It’s summer, so why the fuck not?”

“Uh-huh…” Jim smirked. “You are trouble.”

“You have no idea. Now, let’s play pool. Jim and Finn against the two of us.”

“Are you any good?” I asked Jim. He grinned and shook his head.

“No, I’m actually pretty bad and always have been. You?”

“I don’t suck.” I took a pool cue off the wall and tested its weight. It would do.

“So, Finn… You want to break as the newbie?” Tim offered.

Ben finished racking the balls and stood back.

I walked over to the edge and took aim. I scattered the balls everywhere, and a stripe went into the side pocket.

“Damn! Good job.” Jim laughed. “You guys might be in trouble.”

“We’ll see. It could have been a lucky shot.” Ben grinned. “Just so you know, Finn, we are all shitty pool players.”

“Well,” I lined up the cue and sank another ball in the pocket. “Lucky for me.” I winked at Jim.

Ben’s conversation was floating around in my head. Did Jim actually feel the same way that I did? I mean, it wasn’t love. We barely knew each other, but it was something. A fascination, an attraction that had gotten under my skin.

I glanced over before sinking another ball at him, and he was watching me closely.

Maybe… What did it mean?

“Well, dude, we are fucked.” Tim laughed as he finished his beer. “I’ll go grab another round.”

I looked at my drink and went over to take a sip. “You should show me how you do that,” Jim said as he came to stand beside me. “We could be wringers in here.”

“A team?”

“Sure. Why not?” He blushed, and I couldn’t stop myself from smiling.

He did like me, and my head was already a little fuzzy with the tequila and bourbon. I should have eaten before I came, but I had no idea that it was going to be a frat boy party. Who still did shots?

I missed the next shot because I couldn’t stop glancing away from the ball and over at Jim, who was leaning in a very sexy way against the pool table. His bicep flexed as he pushed himself away.

“Should we wait for Jim?” Ben asked as he grabbed his cue and walked over.

“Nah, take the shot.” Jim shrugged. “Well, here he is anyway.”

“Beers, and a bourbon. And just because…another round of shots. Ben’s right. We rarely get to do this anymore.”

We did the shot and sucked down the lemon.

Ben missed. “Fuck… Why am I so bad?”

“My turn.” Jim grabbed his cue and walked over to the table. “You wanna show me how you…”

“Sure,” I agreed and walked behind him. He bent over, and I stifled the gasp as his ass pressed into me. I leaned over him and put my hands on his. An electrical current ran through me. His body stiffened for a second as if he felt it too, and then relaxed against me.

“So you want to keep this hand… You're holding the cue too tightly. Think of it as… Better, yeah. Keep it loose. Raise your thumb a little.”

“Like this?”

“Yeah, just like that. Now bring the cue back and…”

He shot and hit the ball. It bounced against the edge of the hole.

“Almost. Did you feel it?”

“Yeah,” he groaned. “I felt it.”

I stepped away, and the current ceased its flow between us.

“Wow… close, man,” Ben winked at me.

We continued playing for a bit, and when it was Jim’s turn, he looked at me and nodded. “I mean, I still haven’t gotten a ball in.”

I walked back to him and placed myself against him as I put my hands on top of his, trying to line the shot up for him. “Ready?” I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My brain was fuzzy, and my heart was racing.

“Ready.” He pulled back and imitated me. His shot was true, and the ball fell into the pocket.

“Good job.”

He turned, and our faces were just a few inches away from each other. “I had a good teacher.” He smirked.

“Alright, I think that’s gonna be it for me.” Tim groaned. “I have kids who are probably staying awake in their beds until I tuck them in.”

“Yeah, Percy is probably waiting up for me, too.” Ben nodded seriously. “We still need to talk about the resort, Finn. Maybe Jim can bring you over so I can give you a tour?”

“Later this week. We have to get ready for auditions.” Jim glanced at me.

“Alright, you boys have a good time,” Tim said as he threw his arm around Ben and led him away.

“I think my friends like you.”

“I like them too.”

“I think… I might like you, and that’s… I mean, is that ok?”

“I think I might… uh… like you, too. Is that ok?”

“I think we’re both a little drunk.”

“I also think we’re both a little…”

He stepped towards me and slowly slid his hand around my waist.

“Is that ok?”

“Please stop talking,” I sighed deeply.

His lips pressed against mine, and I melted against his very hard chest. He tasted of liquor, and his tongue slowly pressed against mine. My knees buckled, and I held onto his manly shoulders to keep my balance.

He slowly broke the kiss. “I guess we have opened a can of worms, huh?”

“I mean, we do work together.”

“You’re my boss,” he laughed.

“You’re terrifying,” I replied way too honestly.

“Let’s just… see what happens?” He bent and kissed me again.

“When we wake up sober tomorrow, how are we gonna feel? Embarrassed.”

“I don’t think we’re that drunk.” He kissed me again. “You really are beautiful.”

We talked for another hour, and then he walked me home. He kissed me in front of my door, and I watched him walk away.

I barely slept all night.