Hello and thanks for reading =) This is my first time writing about another couple instead of SasuNaru. Tell me if you like. Comments appreciated!

I admit, I have always been jealous of Phineas. He was athletic, outgoing, and the complete opposite of who I was. I despised him, yet I admired him. We were best friends but also rivals.

I also had certain feelings for him.

We sat in our bedroom, each on his own bed. But while I had my history textbook on my lap, Finny was staring off into space, humming a tune I recognized as part of a piece from Bach.

"Hey, Gene?"

"Yeah, Finny?" I answered not looking up from my textbook.

"It's a nice day outside. Let's go to the tree."

"I can't. I need to study for the history exam tomorrow – something you should be doing also."

He made a dramatic sigh, showing he was disappointed. Very theatrical. I guess if he wasn't such a gifted athlete he would've certainly made a good actor, maybe even a politician, or even the next Hitler the way he could get everyone to follow him with undying loyalty - which included me especially. The random image of Finny with a Hitler-styled mustache popped into my head then and made me smile.

"Gene Forrester, are you smiling at my unhappiness?"

His voice brought me out, flustered to have had him see my personal moment of humor. I quickly tried to make things right.

"No," I said holding up my hands in attempt to show I was innocent. "Just some random thought I had, non-important, forget it. Anyway, I'll go to the tree with you, just let me change." I let my book close shut and scooted off my bed. "Are we going swimming?" I didn't feel much like doing anything at all right now but sitting in bed and reading.

His face lit up. "I wasn't planning to but yeah, we should actually. So strip."

I unfastened the Devon school tie and unbuttoned each button one by one until finally slipping my shirt off my shoulders. The cold air of the room sent me shivering instantly. I then proceeded to pop the button on my pants when the sound of a bed creaking made me look up to see Finny coming toward me.

He put one hand on my wrist to stop me. I looked at him confusedly.

"Wait," he said.

His other hand came up to grab my other wrist.

"Finny?"

His eyes rested on my bare chest, suddenly his eyes turned hungry. He pushed me backwards until the back of my knees hit the edge of my bed and I fell with Finny on top of me. My legs hung out the side while he was on his knees to straddle my waist and pinning my arms above my head. I was trapped.

"Finny, what's wrong?" I asked, my heart pounding.

He bowed his head against my chest.

"I can't take it anymore, Gene. I love you. I always have, but you don't seem to see it and then you undress in front of me all the time…" He paused. "It's cruel." He concluded.

I didn't know what to say. I honestly never knew, and I now I felt like an idiot. Of course I saw those prolonged stares, especially when half naked, and I had a feeling, but I always dismissed it all. I don't think I wanted to believe it. Finny was someone who did things on impulse while I was the studious one, the smart one, but here I am now feeling slow. Phineas always managed to do something like this. I felt a strong urge to do something unexpected, to throw him off.

"Kiss me, Finny."

His head shot up. Those beautiful green eyes to gaze into mine now. Of course they were surprised by my request.

"What?" he asked incredulously.

"You heard me," I said. "That's what you were going to do anyway. So go on, kiss me."

"I'm not sure what I would've done," he whispered against my cheek before planting a kiss there. He then traveled down my jaw line, depositing small kisses as he went, until finally reaching my lips. He sucked on my bottom lip teasingly. I couldn't take it. I opened my mouth to swallow him. Our tongues touched and we both fought for dominance being the young men we were. I finally let him, knowing from the beginning I was going to give in to whatever Finny wanted.

That didn't mean I was done though.

I bucked my hips upward, against Finny crotch. He shivered, his kiss faltering. He was never last in sports and he wouldn't be last in this.

He brought one hand on my stomach, the other still holding my hands captured. He moved downwards, latching on to a nipple, licking it, tasting it. I moaned, pleasure taking over my senses and lucidness. My moan prompted Finny to rub his hand up and down along my side soothingly.

"Damn it, Finny!"

"Getting impatient, Forrester?"

I could hear the grin in his voice as he moved on to my other nipple, his hand coming up to play with the abandoned one, squeezing and unsqueezing it, taking the new one between his teeth.

The tension underneath my pants was uncomfortable, everything was hot and embarrassingly, I knew I was panting.

"Finny- " I gasped out as a wave of pleasure overtook me. "Suck."

His eyes came up to look at me. I was too embarrassed to look back so I closed my eyes.

"Did you say, 'Finny you suck' or 'Finny suck me off' "

"Both!" I yelled, biting my bottom lip.

He finally freed my hands and I wrapped them around his neck, bringing him closer against me. He started where I left off – taking off my pants. He pulled both pants and underwear down just below my calves where he took hold of my cock and immediately slipped it in his mouth. I moaned louder this time. That tongue, the hot wetness. I brought my hand to my mouth to bite down on a finger.

"Finny!"

I came then, he swallowed it all, not bothering to wipe the corners of his mouth afterwards. He moved back upwards to my mouth, pushing my hand aside with his nose, and the kissing me, giving me a taste of my own semen.

"You're so cute, Gene," he said lovingly, nuzzling against my neck.

"I'm old enough to be in the army. I'm not 'cute.' "

"But to me you are." He nuzzled closer, breathing in the smell of my hair, sighing contentedly. "I love you."

I couldn't answer that back so I diverted.

"How am I cute?" I asked, half angry he would think that, half curious.

"You did something unexpected, and the way you screamed my name."

"Oh," I said, my cheeks coloring.

He lifted his head to place a light kiss on my lips.

"And when you do things like that." He winked.

I felt a hand tugging on my pants further down.

"What are you doing?" I squirmed.

"Taking them off for you, what do you think?"

I gulped. "And then what?"

He sensed my nervousness. He knew me too well.

He grinned playfully. "And then we're going to lie in the same bed the rest of the day and night."

"That's no fair if I'm the only one naked!"

He placed a light kiss on my collar bone before getting up to pull my pants and underwear completely off and deposit them onto the floor. I felt exposed there, sprawled out on my bed with nothing on, self conscious with Finny overhead taking in my naked body. He pulled his shirt over his head and in one swift motion, pulled the bottom clothes out from under him. I always knew he had a great body, but those muscles with a thin layer of sweat, and those long legs, he was perfect, beautiful.

"Scoot over," he said coming back. I did so, pulling the covers on top of us. He hugged me against him, our chests touching, and – and I blushed, I could feel our cocks rubbing against each other.

Within moments I knew he had fallen asleep. I could hear his even breathing. I had to study, but at the moment I didn't care. The warmth, the peacefulness of this scene, I loved every second of it.

"Finny?" I whispered softly to make sure he was asleep. No answer. "Finny, I want to say… to say that I think I love you too. I'm just confused right now, but I think I love you."

So I lay there being embraced by my best friend until I too fell into a restful slumber.