Finn's point of view

Jack didn't go to school for the next week.

I explained everything that happened to everyone else. Wyatt almost broke his hand punching a locker and Sophia and Jaeden started to cry, Chosen and Jeremy standing in the background shaking their heads and speaking in low voices to each other.

I felt even more useless.

I checked on Jack every day immediately after school, even if he insisted he was okay. And I believed he was, he was joking around and his stuttering stopped as soon as it started.

We often sat on his bed, the television on as background noise. I'd play with his hair while he drew patterns on my chest with his finger, but other times we talked and teased each other and yelled like normal.

"I'm bored, Finnlard. I wanna go do something."

My eyebrows furrowed in surprise and confusion. He hadn't asked to leave his bed at any point during the past week, but I wasn't going to deny him a trip outside. He needed it.

"Okay, princess, where do you want to go?"

He thought for a moment, his hand resting comfortably and casually just below the hem of my shirt, his cold hand making my warm body shiver. "I don't know. We could...go to the mall?"

"Don't you have enough clothes?" I teased, pressing my nose against his and smiling.

"Never enough. Let's go."

I watched him fondly from the bed as he bounced up from the bed, opening his closet and digging through it. He had been wearing the same old sweatpants every day, and he hadn't left his bed willingly, so his excitement made me proud.

"You're happy, princess. You sure you're okay?" I asked, wanting to sound teasing but just sounding concerned.

He twirled around to look at me, his smile faltering the tiniest bit. I motioned him towards me and he dragged himself over, throwing himself on top of me and laying his head on my chest.

"I don't wanna dwell on what happened. I'm okay now, I'm really glad you were there to stop him. I knew you would, Finnie. It's okay."

I nodded, kissing the top of his head gently. I moved his hair out of his face and held him tightly like a baby that I needed to protect.

"Okay, baby. If you're sure. Go get dressed, and then we'll go to the mall. Maybe we can eat at the Cheesecake Factory too if you want."

He pushed himself off of me, returning back to his mess of a closet. I watched him as he threw his shirt off and pulled down his sweatpants.

He glanced back at me and I diverted my eyes to the ceiling. His smirk appeared out of the corner of my eye, which annoyed me.

He did it on purpose.

I crossed my legs, my jeans getting ever so slightly tighter. I pouted to myself.

"I'm ready, let's go."

My eyes moved from the ceiling to him. My breath hitched in my throat as I scanned his body. He wore his white skirt, and one of his many chokers.

The daddy one.

I mentally groaned, knowing that it would be a long day.

Jack's point of view

I walked around with a weight on my chest. It had been sitting there for the past week, giving me the urge to slam my head against a wall or throw myself off of a bridge. It was a painful feeling.

I wanted to be fine with what happened. And I was! I was grateful that Finn had helped me out of it and after it. I knew he would save me, and even though in the moment I was scared out of my mind, I had kept that in the back of my thoughts.

I tried to be my normal self, but it hadn't gone too well until that Friday we went to the mall. I had felt okay, and that branched out and created some sort of elation. But that weight on my chest stayed.

The smile on my face was genuine, though. And so were my giggles as I dragged Finn into Pink, his teases and complaints making the situation feel normal. At least for me.

"You know you want to watch me try on underwear."

"Um. Hell yeah," he grinned, almost dragging me into the store, now eager. I held him back, making him walk at a normal pace.

"Not too fast, tiger."

The store was empty, only one worker in the entire establishment even though it was quite a big store. I scanned through their drawers of panties, looking for more comfortable than the ones I already owned. I suddenly felt very aware at the piece of jewelry I carried around on my neck.

Finn's eyes darted around the store, his hands clasped together behind his back. I could tell he was seconds away from squirming. I decided to take my time, dropping something here and there so that I could bend over and hear his sharp intake of air.

I payed at the register being managed by an uninterested looking middle aged lady, Finn waiting in the doorway of the store, eager to move on.

"We're going home."

"What? We didn't even get to eat yet!"

"So then we'll come back tomorrow. We're going to your house now."

Finn's point of view (smut)

My stomach was in knots the entire train ride home, my hands clenched together as Jack sat innocently next to me, his skirt riding up his thigh. I said it would be a long day, right?

In all honesty, I didn't know whether Jack wanted sex after what happened less than a week ago. I didn't expect him to and I would most definitely not force him to.

In times of need, it seems your hand is your only friend.

He unlocked his front door, practically skipping up to his room. He never skipped.

I followed, breathing hard and fast, my hand staying glued together so that I didn't grab onto Jack's waist on the way upstairs and just rip his clothes off.

"So, why did we have to come home, Finnlard?"

His legs were open ever so slightly as he laid on the bed, his black panties peeking out through the bottom. Why is it always that damn skirt?

"Because you're fucking killing me, princess."

He raised an eyebrow, kicking off his shoes. "I haven't done anything."

"You go around the mall looking all cute as shit and bending over every three seconds while wearing my favorite skirt and that choker. You're killing me with your beauty and honey, murder is illegal."

He stayed quiet for a moment, a laugh building up. I could tell by the little crackles in the back of his throat and the look in his eyes. "That's...so fucking cheesy!"

I pouted, taking one of his wrists and moving it above his head out of habit. He flinched, his smile falling. "D-d-don't do that Finnie."

I remembered the position he was in with Trent in the bathroom and my entire body sunk into itself. I moved my hand immediately. "I-I'm so sorry kitten. I forgot. We-we should just watch a movie or something."

His cheeks turned red before he even let out his next statement. "No...I want to do it. But, um..." he looked embarrassed. "Never mind."

"You can tell me, babe. Don't be scared."

He took a deep breath, nodding solemnly. "C-can I, um, maybe I should, uh, jeez, r-r-ride you?"

I couldn't help the grin that broke out on my face. "Whatever you're comfortable with, baby."

"I feel like you're mocking me," he whined, bouncing up and down like a child. I groaned.

He rolled his eyes, moving on top of me and then leaning down to kiss me. I didn't know where to put my hands so I kept them at my sides until he pulled away to take off my shirt and put my hands on his waist. "I'm fine, dad-ugh- Finn. It's okay, you can touch me, I won't break."

"I-I just don't want you to do something you're not comfortable with. And you can call me daddy if you want."

"We've done this before."

I sighed, not wanting to seem overprotective but at the same time wanting him to know that it was his choice. "But with what happened with Trent-"

"Is over. You saved me. It was a shitty situation but you were there and it's okay, and I want to do this right now so can you just shut up and fuck me?"

I nodded after a second of contemplation, pulling his shirt off. It got caught on his choker, making me huff and sit up to untangle it. "It's sexy but annoying as shit."

"You love it, daddy, don't complain."

My hands strayed from his waist to his ass. He gasped as I squeezed it lightly, a moan barely escaping his mouth. "Don't make me go harder."

A tent was rapidly appearing in his skirt, as well as my jeans. He started to grind back and forth, the fabric in between making it uncomfortable.

"Kitten...skirt...off," I demanded, unable to help the pants that escaped. I did my pants and pulled them down as he slipped his skirt off, leaving only him in his black panties. The knot in the pit of my stomach became more intense. "You're so beautiful, I love you."

"Thank you, daddy."

He reached over to his bedside drawer, pulling out the same condoms and lube we used the first time. He ripped open the package, shuffling backwards on my legs so he could slip it onto me. My back arched as he moved his hand up and down rapidly before stopping, handing me the lube.

"I hate you so much."

"Do you hate me or do you love me? Make up your mind."

I rolled my eyes, pouring the lube on my fingers and stretching him open. He moaned loudly, the sweat on his face starting to form and glisten against the light of the setting sun outside. I hoped his parents wouldn't be home any time soon.

He whined as I took my fingers out, teasing him with the head of my dick. "Shhhh, kitten, be patient."

He gripped me, leading me inside of him and pushing himself down slowly. He threw his head back as I gripped his ass tighter, lifting him up and slamming him back down.

"Daddy, go faster!"

He bounced up and down as I lifted my hips up to meet him halfway, hopefully leaving marks on his pretty little hips. He licked his lips and moaned even louder, the sound echoing through the room.

"Oh kitten, you take it so good, ugh, I love you so much!"

"Yeah daddy! Fuck me like that! Harder!"

The bed was shaking and creaking, probably leaving a dent in the wall by now. I leaned up to attach my lips to his collarbone, my hand drawing back and landing on his ass, the slap making him gasp and scream out. "D-daddy!"

He pushed me backwards on the bed, his hands laying flat on my chest as he moved himself up and down on me, going faster than he ever had. "Oh princess, keep going, a-ah baby oh my godddd!"

Another slap landed to his ass, his moan making me smirk. "Fuck."

His hands held me down and prevented me from slamming up into him, but he was doing just fine himself. A look of pleasure took over his face after a few moments, his movements getting slower.

I flipped us over, grabbing his hips again and digging my nails into his soft skin as I pounded into him, half of his face pressed into the mattress to muffle his moans. "D-d-daddy! I'm gonna come! K-keep going."

"Go ahead princess, come for me. That's it, you like it when I fuck you? Yeah, I love you so much baby boy."

My hand moved in between us, stroking him up and down at the same pace I was slamming into him. His come covered both of our chests in an instant, his body shivering although he was covered in sweat.

"Oh! Baby! Uuggghhh!"

I pulled out, laying next to him and gently covering him with the blanket. "Was- was that okay baby?"

"It was amazing, as always, da-Finn."

"And when I flipped you over? You sure that was okay?"

He rolled over, his head resting on my bare chest. "I loved it."

His room was illuminated gold, the color reflecting off of his hair. "Jack, I want you to know that I love you so much and I'm always gonna be there for you."

"I know. And I love you too."

I noticed his voice was shaky and I sat up immediately, pulling him into my lap like a baby as he hid his face in my chest. My heart shattered when tiny sniffles escaped him, my chest getting tiny wet droplets along it.

"B-baby? Are you okay? Did I do something? Were you not ready to do that? I'm s-s-sor-"

"No! I'm just so glad I have you, Finn. If-if-if you hadn't been there that day, I can't even imagine what T-t-t-tre-e, fuck, he, would have done to me,"

His lashes glistened with tears as he looked up at me. "Sometimes I don't even know why you care about me. And sometimes I wonder if you would have l-l-left me if he did rape me."

I combed my fingers through his hair, rubbing his back softly. "Jack Dylan Grazer, I will always be here for you. I wouldn't leave you for anything, ever. I love you too much, asshole, and I'll remind you every ten seconds if I have to."

"Stop ruining the moment, dickhead."

I stuck my tongue out, drying his tears. He stuck his tongue out too, licking mine in a quick motion. "That's gross! Now I'm considering leaving you."

"Seriously? You'd suck a dick but you have problems with your own boyfriend's tongue? You literally just fucked me in the ass."

"Still gross," I huffed, crossing my arms and not hugging him as he tried to hug me."

"You're such a dick!" He exclaimed, slapping my shoulder.

"Shut up and go to sleep, princess, I'll wake you when your parents get here."

"Oh man, I hope I don't dream of you, I'll get scarring nightmares."