Twenty Dollars
by: Kerrie
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Warnings: Slash
Pairing: Colin/Finn (hehe)
Disclaimer: Not mine. Wish they were, but they aren't. I own nothing,
ich besitze nichts, jeg ejer intet. sighs
A/n: I'm in love. Alan and Tanc!
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Colin entered the common room to find Finn sprawled on the couch, watching television, and Logan on his way out the door, probably to go see his favorite reporter.
"Well, guys," Logan announced, throwing the door open, "Don't wait up, now." He smirked, as he closed the door after him.
"And there he went," Finn commented, looking bored. "So, what do we do now?" he asked Colin, who just shrugged, and sat down beside Finn, grabbing the remote from the Australian.
"Pub?" he suggested, seeing if there was anything other than the animal documentary Finn had previously been watching on.
"No," Finn shook his head, retrieving the remote, and turned the television off. "Not today."
"Saying no to the pub, Finn? So unlike you," Colin replied sarcastically, and sighed. He didn't mind not going, though. If they went to the pub it would result in both of them getting drunk, and getting drunk usually resulted in doing something stupid, which in turn resulted in getting home late, which would undoubtedly lead to them getting up late, and Colin had early classes next morning, so that wasn't happening.
"We can still get drunk though."
"I've early classes," Colin answered simply. "Besides Logan currently holds the key to the liquor cabinet and I am most certainly not in the mood to go through his entire room searching for it," he explained with a shrug.
Finn sat back, stretching his back. "We could play something?" Finn suggested, grinning.
Colin looked over at the Australian, curiously. "Like what?"
"Truth or Dare?"
"No."
"I Never...?"
"No alcohol."
"Right..." There was a long pause of Finn staring off into the air, and Colin playing with the end of his sleeve, before Finn suddenly jumped up, grinning like an idiot, and exclaimed, "I'll bet you twenty dollars that can get you onto the floor without force!"
Colin looked up at Finn, in confusion, wondering just what exactly was going on inside Finn's usually, although not currently too intoxicated head. "What?" he answered, thinking that Finn was finally going crazy.
"I can get you down on the floor without using force. Twenty dollars." He held out a hand.
Colin got up, as well, and shook it, reluctantly. "Sure."
"Brilliant."
Colin's back was pressed against the wall and Finn's tongue was in his mouth faster than you could say "faster than you could say". He had to grip the Australian's shirt tightly, if he didn't want his legs to give away under him, which caused his friend to be pressed up against him tightly. Never in all the years he had known him had he imagined that kissing Finn would feel this good (not that he had ever imagined kissing Finn). His lips were firm, his tongue was wet, and he tasted faintly of mint, alcohol and that slightly bitter, however annoyingly addictive taste, that could only be Finn. It was amazing and heavenly, and he strangely wasn't surprised to find himself admitting that kissing Finn was much better than just kissing some random girl, because with Finn it was breathtaking and mind-blowing, and Colin even caught himself thinking that sex with Finn would be better as well.
But seriously, as good as everything felt he had better begin to think about breathing again, he reasoned. Finn beat him to it, however, pulling away with a bite to his lower lip. He stepped back, letting Colin slide to the ground, back against the wall. He was trying, helplessly to catch his breath again, when Finn smirked and held out a hand.
"I do believe you owe me twenty dollars."
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