A/N: This was written on my phone without editing so I apologize for any typos and or mistakes. Also I have no idea what this is. Based off the post I made earlier…. Enjoy????
The pub was quiet, more than normal, and Finn traced the rim of his pint absently, trying to get his mind off of the pain in his back. There wasn’t much blood, so it wouldn’t show through his shirt but he could still feel the dull ache in the set of scratches. Along his shoulder blades, down the length of his spine. Everywhere, really. A wistful smile crossed his face as he thought about the night before.
They had a running bet going on, one that never seemed to have a loser (there was, however, the occasional scratch or bruise and in Finn’s case, it was both). Last night was one of the more heated ones they’d had yet, slow and almost painful in how bad they both wanted to win. It was hard for Rae not to make any noise, Finn could tell that her urge to cry out with every thrust ate at her, made the build to euphoria that much more sweet for him. He almost thought he won when Rae’s mouth opened as if she was about to say something (his name, maybe) but then her hands clutched at his back, nails digging into his skin. She arched into him when his hands slipped between them, finding the spot he was so sure would send her spiraling into the losers circle. Instead, her nails dragged across his shoulders and the sensation caused a surprised groan to fall from his kiss bitten mouth, followed by Rae shooting him a million dollar smile.
“Alright?” Chopped slapped a hand on one of Finn’s shoulders, causing him to yelp, the burning pain of the raw welts under Chop’s rough hands shocking him out of his thoughts.
Finn shot Chop a glare as he tried to compose himself, ignoring the confused downturn of his mouth.
“Fuckin’ hell,” he quipped, setting his glass down carefully. “
"Oi, what’s got your pants in a bunch?” Chop rubbed a sympathetic circle on his back and he tried so hard not to let the hiss threatening to leave his lips. “You look a bit sheepish, mate.”
“No, yeah I’m alright. Just-” Finn slid out of Chop’s embrace and gave him a tight lipped smile as Archie showed up to the table with his own drink.
“What’s going on?” Archie sipped his snakebite and looked between the two seated across from him, Finn still with a grimace on his face, and Chop with a curious eyebrow raise.
“Our Finn’s not feeling well.”
“For fuck’s sake, Chop.” Finn rolled his eyes and set his elbows on the table, one hand placed on his bicep. He supposed they would’ve noticed sooner or later. At least it was before the girls showed up, otherwise Rae would have that smug grin the entire time he tried to come up with an explanation to the reason why his face looked like he ate bad sushi.
“Well,” Chop shrugged, “Either that, or you’re in one of your sodding moods which hasn’t made an appearance for quite a bit. So which is it?”
“It’s just-” he sighed, looked up at their expectant expressions and felt a blush creep up his neck. Seriously, does he really have to explain?
Archie flicked a brow at his mate and, okay. Yeah.
“I hurt my back.” Finn shook his head, trying for indifference which obviously didn’t work because Archie and Chop scoffed, disbelieving. “What? It’s the truth!”
“Okay, let’s pretend we believe you,” Chop swallowed his beer, pointed a finger. “How’d it happen? Throw your back out like an old man, did ya?”
“No, don’t be fucking daft.”
“Well?” Archie questioned, a hint of annoyance in his voice. “What is it then?”
With slight hesitation, Finn told them the vague version of what happened. Just that he and Rae had a bet to see who could stay the quietest during sex and that in order for Rae to win, she’d sunk her nails into his back. He left out the bit about the blood and what happened afterwards, though. How Rae spent nearly a half hour kissing around the welts that had swelled up, all soft and tender like so it didn’t hurt anymore than it already did.
At the end, Finn clocked Chop’s and Archie’s shocked faces, mouths agape.
“Girls actually do that?” Chop asked, pint sitting warm in his hands now. “Like, scratch when it’s too much to handle and that?”
“Yeah, mate.” Finn raised an eyebrow, nodding his head seriously. “It’s kind of the best thing ever aside from- you know. The pain.”
“Wow.” Archie gulped, chuckling into his hand after a moment’s pause. “Maybe I shouldn’t have heard that. Won’t be able to look at either of you the same.”
“Yeah, well.” Finn held his glass up to his lips. “Curiosity killed the cat.”
“Curiosity killed my innocence.”
“I still can’t believe they actually scratch, though?” Chop’s voice was soft, as if in thought. “You know? Like, I always thought it was just some myth lads told to their friends to make themselves feel good.”
“Nah,” Finn turned and lifted up his shirt so they could see the marks. He mused at the “holy shit” and the “jesus fucking christ” that came from his mates and turned back to face them. “That is no lie, my friend.”
“No fucking shit, man.” Chop shook his head, a grin tugged up at the corner of his mouth. “Seriously though. That shit looks proper painful.”
“S’not bad. But listen,” Finn said, “Don’t mention it to anyone yeah? Not even to the girls or Rae.”
“Come on, Finn my boy!” Chop poked his cheek as Finn chuckled, moved just a tad out of reach. “I would never.”
“Don’t look at me,” Archie laughed, “Your secret is safe with good ole Uncle Archie.”
Finn reached across the table to ruffle his hair and the conversation melted into a discussion about music : “Morissey or Ian Brown?” “Both, man. No question.”
When the girls showed up (half an hour later than they were supposed to) Rae leaned in to kiss Archie on the cheek, Finn’s hand reaching up rest on her lower back, before Chop held out his arms, a gap-toothed grin spread wide over his features.
“If it isn’t our Raemundo,” he said, “The champion!”
Her eyes widened and Finn flew his beermat at Chop’s head, silently planning the excruciating demise of the boy sitting across from him.