A/N: I saw a few other Finny/Gene slashes and I decided to write one too. As of right now, I plan on making this a one-shot and only have a half hour to write it. I actually have a test on this book tomorrow, so this is my way of studying. By the way, this is my first slash.
Disclaimer: I own nothing you recognize.
This is all a flashback, but in the beginning is during Blitzball. It's from Gene's POV.
1942
I caught the ball from Phineas and began running towards the river. Noticing Brinker catching up to me, I tossed the ball to Leper on my left, to avoid being tackled.
"No, Gene, I don't want it." Leper passed it back. We continued tossing the ball back and forth until I finally accepted his pass and sprinted, stopping short of the water.
Bending over while gasping for air, I was tackled by Finny.
"Hey, Finny, what gives?" I fell to the ground hard. Not that I don't mind this physical contact, I thought to myself.
The ball had since left my hands and rolled over towards Brinker, who picked it up and ran up the common, the large group of Devon boys following him. I was alone with Finny, who was laying on top of me.
I better not let my feelings get the best of me, I thought, about to playfully shove him off. Before I could react, Finny's lips were against mine. I was immediately taken aback by his forwardness. In all the suddenness of this experience, I didn't even think to kiss him back. By the time this factor popped into my head, Finny had pulled out, flashing his trademark smile before standing up and darting after Brinker.
What was that? I thought, still confused.
Later That Night
I laid in my bed studying for my French test the next day. Finny walked in from the bathroom and tossed his towel over a chair.
"Finny, would you mind quizzing me for the French test?" I asked, looking up from my book.
"Sure, pal." Finny walked over and climbed into the bed next to me. He wrapped his arms around my shirtless body and began to passionately French kiss me. This was not what I expected, but I was not going to let this opportunity pass me by. I kissed him back. This led to a night of passionate love.
I remember waking up the next morning with Finny in my arms. I stirred, nudging him gently.
"I love you, Gene, always have," Finny began. "I just couldn't hide it anymore."
"Finny, I've had a feeling for awhile now, I'm just glad it's mutual."
We spent a few more minutes kissing before heading off to class. Needless to say, I failed that exam, but it was worth it.
Present Day (when Gene goes back to Devon)
After that night, and that love we shared, I thought I'd love Finny forever. But something in me changed. In late summer, I think of that blissful night, I regret causing my best friend –and first love— to fall out of that stupid tree. Having fifteen years to mature and reflect on that year, I think I'm finally ready to admit that Finny truly was best friend.
A/N: That took about 20 minutes to write. Sorry if it stinks. Reviews are always nice!
