“Yeah, all right. Still doesn’t disprove my point that one day you’re gonna pick the wrong person and get murdered and stuffed in a dank fridge somewhere.” Finn ran a hand through his hair, exasperated but not entirely unamused. “Right. Sure you could.”
Waylen nodded sharply. "I could." he said again. "And I won't get murdered, Finn. Most murderers target twinks or women and I don't qualify as either." sure, he was short, but he was just a little too bulky in the shoulders and had too many tattoos to qualify as a twink, and he wasn't a woman either.
“Right, because only women and twinks have ever been murdered, no one else.” He raised an eyebrow judgmentally. “And maybe you could, but not without getting a boner,” he retorted with a grin.
"Well they're the most common category." he replied, wrinkling his nose at Finn. At the accusation, his eyes narrowed again. "I would not get a boner from fighting you, you dick, where's your proof?"
“Because I’d win and you’d end up pinned to the ground. You’ve literally told me how that gets your rocks off like ten times in the past five minutes,” Finn huffed.
He frowned. "I only said it once. Maybe twice. And that's not applicable in all situations, Jesus Christ. If I, for example, had a bondage kink and liked being tied up, that doesn't mean that if I was kidnapped and tied up that I would enjoy it."
Finn nodded slowly. “Right. Yeah. So if I pinned you to the ground right now- if I was on top of you, had you fully at my disposal- you’re saying you wouldn’t get a hard-on?” He was teasing, of course- he had no doubt in his mind that Waylen would hate that nowadays. It was entertaining to make fun of him, though.
He shifted, pretending to consider the question. "I would not, no. Sadly for you, I'm not attracted to you like that anymore." he replied, shrugging his shoulders. Truth was, he did still find Finn just the tiniest bit attractive. Just a little bit. But it didn't affect him, and he certainly wouldn't get hard if Finn pinned him.
“You’re right, I’m absolutely devastated.” Finn smirked teasingly, crossing his arms as he looked down at Waylen. “You wanna bet on that?” He had to admit that perhaps he was getting a bit too much amusement out of this, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. It wasn’t his fault that everything else to do here was incredibly boring.
He narrowed his eyes at the taller man. "What, bet that you're devastated? Of course I would, I would be devastated if such an attractive man as me said that he wasn't interested."
“Come on, you can’t be that stupid.” Finn rolled his eyes. “You know what I meant, dumbass. If you’re going to be like that, just shut your mouth.”
"Oh, did you mean that I would sprout a boner because of you? My mistake." He replied, laughing and shaking his head at the other man.
“…Are you done now? God, you’re intolerable.” Finn sighed, bringing a hand up to his forehead. “Y’know if you weren’t so terrible to be around, maybe you’d be able to get someone to pay attention to you for more than a single night.”
He almost flinched, then his lip curled into a smirk. "Maybe I don't want the hassle of a settled relationship, dick." he retorted. "Maybe I'd rather get fucked by a different person every night, yeah? More variety and excitement that way."
“Right. I’m sure it’s very fun for you to never have anyone that genuinely cares about you.” He only realized how harsh that was once the words had left his mouth and fuck, he hadn’t meant to be that mean. No going back now though, he supposed. Not like Waylen would even show any genuine emotion. He never did.
He blinked, and for just a split second he looked like Finn had punched him in the gut, and then he recovered his composure and easy smirk. "It's more fun that way; besides, look how your relationship turned out. You're one to talk." A bit of a low blow, maybe, but hadn't Finn's been one too?
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For a split second, Finn regretted it. He wanted to apologize, he didn’t want Waylen to look as upset as he did. But then, as if it had never occurred in the first place, the moment was gone. He blinked a few times, easily feigning a smile. “At least I had someone who loved me, even if it didn’t last forever. God only knows the last time someone loved you.” It was too much. He was going too far, and he knew it. But he couldn’t go back.
Waylen's smile turned slightly brittle. "Yeah, well at least the last person who did love me didn't cheat on me after five years." he shot back. "At least I've never been cheated on by someone I thought I was going to marry, but then, I suppose it takes a special kind of stupid to fall in love with a cheater."
“At least I’m not you, so goddamn emotionally unavailable that the only way you can feel anything is by getting empty validation from strangers that just use you and move on. I can take a breakup, at least I know I’m able to be loved at all.” Finn laughed humorlessly, looking up at the roof. “But then again, I’ve only know you since you were fifteen. What do I know, right?”
He scoffed under his breath. "You don't know much, that's for damn sure." he spat. "Not about me, anyway. Need I remind you that I broke up with you? And that we hardly interacted after that? You don't know anything about me, Finn."
“Right, because those countless times that I was your go-to, and you just sat with me and cried and I held you through it all- because that all meant nothing, right? Why would it have.” He looked down at Waylen coldly, if not a bit shaken.
Waylen's gaze narrowed. He'd had issues, as a teen, from a lot of things. His step-father, the memories of that horrible week with his own father as the suppressed emotions and memories had bubbled up…so yeah, he'd turned to Finn plenty of times, needing someone to hold him but he was over that now. He was. He had to be. "It doesn't. Not anymore." he hadn't told Finn what had happened, exactly, with his father. Just that his father had committed suicide when he was very young.
“Of course it doesn’t. Because nothing you ever do or say is sincere, is it?” He gestured wildly as he spoke, stuffing his hands back in his pockets once he caught himself. He laughed, a last attempt to keep his own emotions in check. “‘Course not.”
"Nothing you said in high school was sincere, Finn." he shot back, crossing his arms tighter against his chest. "You were a fake and a pansy and you pandered to anyone who gave you a jot of attention, and you have the audacity to say I'm not sincere?"
“I meant everything I said, asshole. Not my fault if you don’t believe it now. Trust me, if I could go back and never say any of the things I did, I would in heartbeat, okay? Because apparently all anyone ever hears is a load of shit.” He wiped a hand over his face, exasperated and worn out. “What, you think I could fake all that? You genuinely think I didn’t care?”
Waylen shrugged faintly. "Who am I to say whether or not you did? It doesn't really matter anymore, now does it? Unless you were planning on being a shoulder to cry on again, because hey, newsflash, I don't need you anymore. I don't need anyone." he hadn't cried in a year and he knew that that probably wasn't healthy but fuck that if he was going to admit that to Finn.
“Oh my god, do you even hear yourself? That isn’t healthy, dipshit! How is there that much wrong with you?” Finn laughed coldly. While it was happening, he never thought he’d miss his high school experience, He couldn’t wait to get out. But now, looking back on it… “What the fuck happened to you?”
Waylen glared at him again. "Not like you care, shithead, so don't even ask." He shot back. He'd tried to kill himself after high school ended, maybe that was what had changed him so much. Obviously he had survived but damn if it hadn't fucked him up. Then again he was just fucked up, really. Between his past and his parents and his other issues…he hadn't been okay in…well, probably ever.
“You’re such a goddamn asshole, oh my god,” he spat. “Maybe I would care if you weren’t such a stuck up douche all the time. It’s like you want everyone to hate your fucking guts.”
"Better than having them sucking up to me all the time." he glared at Finn, eyes narrowed and angry. "Better than dealing with shitty people pretending to give a shit just because they want something from me."