something about finnesto recreating how a priest puts those communion wafers on someone’s tongue is this smthin?? is it anything??
Ernesto knows better than to say anything when Finn gets like this, so he lowers his gaze to the floor and meets his own knees touching his bedroom floor, hands clutched in fists on top of them.
He can smell the beer in the others boy breath from how close Finn is while he’s talking, getting closer and closer as his words get meaner “Is that why you brought that new cross necklace? I’ve never seen you wear it before. Thought maybe it could protect you from something, Ernie?”
Ernesto flinches when Finn’s fingers slightly graze the front of his sweater from where he suddenly grasps the rosary, pulling it tightly enough that the beads against Ernie’s neck dig uncomfortably into his skin. Finn gets closer to his face, putting his free hand against the floor so he can support himself as he’s glooming over Ernesto, the other boy closes his eyes tightly as he feels the warmth of Finn’s face close to his cheek. “Wanted it to protect you from me?” He asks.
Shaking from how badly he’s trying not to throw himself against the other boy, Ernesto slightly inclines the side of his face closer to Finn, expecting a bite, a kiss, a lick maybe. Anything. But he still says nothing.
He can feel the pressure of the pull on the rosary getting stronger for just a moment before he suddenly feels a hand harshly pushing him away, his eyes pop open in surprise as the force throws him off his balance and makes him hit the leg of Finn’s bed with his back, right into his spine.
He feels his own mouth open to complain, his brows furrowed in hurt, but when he meets Finn’s eyes he cannot make himself voice his pain, suddenly star struck by the intense look in his eyes. Finn notices and noticeably fights back a smirk before getting up from the floor and walking to his bed.
“I’m just playing, man. Relax.” He reassures him while crouching down slightly as he lifts up his mattress from the bed frame, digging his arm inside and pulling out a plastic bag with small objects inside of it. “You know I don’t really care about that religious stuff.”
He walks up in front of where Ernie is still on the floor as he opens the bag, and just as he’s about to reach inside it he frowns and looks down at Ernesto. “Ernie. I’m talking to you.” He slightly kicks Ernesto’s tucked in legs.
Oh. “Oh! I— I, um. I don’t know, Finn. I just wanted to,” What? Share this with him? Talk to him? Make him mean? “I guess I was just curious.”
“About what?” He asks, disinterested. And instead pays more attention to examining the few little pills inside of the bag, some of them loose, some of them inside even smaller plastic bags.
“Just, just what you would think about it. Religion, I mean. You know I’m Catholic, and I know…” He swallows down harshly, throat gone dry and heartbeat going like crazy, making his chest hurt and hands shake from where he’s still clutching them, still, he finishes his sentence. “I know Gwen is Christian.”
He sees Finn freeze from where he was closing the bag on his hands, and Ernesto’s chest moving up and down because of his sudden difficulty to breathe seems to be the only movement inside the room. They’ve talked about Robin multiple times, both of them. They’ve never brought in Gwen into this.
Well, until now. Go big or go home, Ernesto thinks while feeling nauseous from the anticipation.
Finn finally looks down at him, one hand clutching the plastic making it wrinkled, the other hiding some pill he took out with his closed fist, expression so angry Ernesto feels himself growing hard from the image of it, picturing Finn snapping and kicking him straight into his chest.
Instead, Finn throws the bag against the floor hard, and quickly crouches down to grasp Ernie by the jaw. Ernesto gasps, his open mouth just giving more grip to Finn to crush his jawbone. For a moment Ernesto is afraid the drool on his mouth will leak into Finn’s hand, but then wonders if he would be into it. Finn is often pleased when Ernesto makes a fool of himself.
Finn is still looking at him like he’s going to punch him, his eyes tracing every inch of Ernesto’s own, searching for something, Ernie supposes. He must find it, and change his mind, because a few moments later his expression softens just a little, but the grip doesn’t. “She used to be Catholic, for a while. Took us to church from time to time when we were little before she changed it back again to Christianity. Never had the chance to ask her why.”
Gwen? No, maybe he’s talking about his mom. He said when we were little.
His mom? Finn wants to bring his mom into this? Well, Ernesto didn’t see that one coming, but he’s not the one to judge, he can take anything anyone throws at him, but especially Finn.
“I remember some stuff,” Finn continues. “I think it went a little bit like this.” He opens his other hand in front of Ernesto, revealing a little white pill.
Ernesto’s eyes pop open in panic, and tries to twist his head back from it before Finn tugs him in closer. “Don’t be scared, Ernie.” He mockingly whispers. “Be brave for me. Accept this, in the name of the Father, The Son, and The Holy Spirit,” He places the pill on top of Ernie’s tongue, drool coating his fingers, still looking right at Ernesto’s terrified eyes and shuts his mouth closed, his palm firmly against the boy’s mouth. “Swallow, and be good.”
Ernesto struggles against the pin the other boy has on him, his palm firmly against his mouth and back cornered against the bed, making it impossible to move without physically forcing Finn back, which he knows won’t end well for him. He’s careful not to swallow the pill, heavy inside his mouth, but he’s still afraid it might dissolve. He has no idea how drugs work, he’s never done them, anything is possible. Anything could happen to him.
Finn moves his free hand to clutch the side of Ernie’s arm as he closes in on him, almost sitting on top of his lap. He brings his mouth to the other boy’s ear and whispers. “This is my body which is given for you; do this in remembrance of me.”
Panting, and feeling his jeans grow tighter, Ernesto swallows.
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