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Special was one way of putting it. Interesting just another. They were nice but completely misleading ways of saying what Finn already knew about himself, though he felt no need to correct the other man, as he was sure that it was unnecessary to do so. He'd been fairly open, regarding a great many things, and if there was one thing Chance had proved from their first meeting, it was that the he was quite good at reading people...even if Finn hadn't bothered to hide much.

But all of that was barely a thought in the moon intermediates alcohol warmed brain right now. Instead he found himself focusing on raw need and desire, the kiss he'd pressed against Chance's mouth only starting out gentle, until lips parted, the kiss deepening, becoming something much more hungry, though far from desperate, when the other man reciprocated.

When Chance leaned back, Finn's lips twitched up just slightly, his eye studying the other mans, waiting to see what he would do next, and how he would react.

The second kiss was welcome, though Finn added in a small n** to the other mans bottom lip followed by a light chuckle. "I don't need to prove s**t, and I'm good at a great deal many more things than just this." He still had one hand with fingers tangled in Chance's curls at the back of his head, the other had lifted to grip on to the other mans side.

"I could show you..." His voice had gone low, his head tilting down, teeth grazing lightly against Chance's jaw, moving towards his neck.

Like Chance, Finn was far from drunk. A little warm, yes, with perhaps an edge of fuzziness. Mostly the alcohol had taken the chill off from being outside, and had maybe, just slightly, made him a tiny more bold than he might have been otherwise, though with Finn he generally took what he wanted with or without the help of inebriating substances, so even that much was difficult to determine. And it did feel good, the kissing, the heat. The low growl that Chance gave in response to the small n** was exciting, and only served to spurn Finn on, though without knowing Chance's full restrictions or, daresay, kinks, he was at least unwilling to venture any further down the pain for pleasure trail.

Kisses were brushed along the other man's neck, and more grazing of teeth, not really meant to hurt, hot breath and a light chuckle at the other man's words and question trailing against Chance's skin until he was moving, and taking Finn down with him, their mouths soon finding each others once again.

There wasn't really time to think about the rights and wrongs of this situation. Somewhere deep inside perhaps there was just the smallest tinge of guilt, or maybe even regret. It would soon fade, however, buried beneath throes of pleasure and passion, though likely to resurface again after it was all said and done. But it was what he and Ripley had agreed on, after all. They weren't tied to only each other, not required to be one hundred percent faithful. The fact that Finn had been (save for what had happened with Chelsea) all this time since his agreement with the other man had been struck may have all just been coincidence. They spent a lot of time together, most nights, in fact, and the thought of seeking out more had never really occurred.

Until now, at least, but this was more like taking what was presented right in front of him, which had occurred through a freak chain of events that had begun when he had woken up too early that day and had decided to go about his daily routine despite the rain. He hadn't sought out Chance specifically. He hadn't been planning this from the moment he first met him. The flirting and offers had been like a force of habit, something he was unwilling or perhaps even unable to stop himself from doing.

The kiss Finn gave in response was just as eager, one hand used to prop himself up just enough for his other to roam, the kiss breaking off long enough just for the moon intermediate to growl "Take your clothes off."

Apparently conversation, at this point, was just as overrated as proving himself.

There wasn't much room left in Finn's mind for thinking at that point, and words were going to be few and far between, hopefully soon to be replaced by moans of pleasure. It was quite pleasing to see how readily Chance accepted this, both of them apparently on the same page when it came to the physical attraction between each other. He hadn't been sure that anything was going to happen, he was almost never sure of anything, no matter how much he wanted to pretend he was, but it felt good to have made the right choice in this matter.

Finn smiled against Chance's lips in return, but it was small, and short lived, a murmured. "You're damn right I am. Now strip." The only reply the other man would get.

He backed off just enough to let the other man pull his shirt off, and he took in the sight of him, this time up close, eye dragging over the contours of his muscles with a small smirk.

It was short lived, however, his attention dragged back to Chance's face, his lips, his hands. Finn stayed propped up enough on one arm to let his free hand work downward, tugging against the undone top of the other mans jeans before working lower.

He thought that he should tell him that this wouldn't mean anything after they were finished. He thought that would have been the smart thing to do, in case there were any expectations. But Chance didn't strike him as the type to have expectations. It was risky, but it was a risk he was willing to take, at the moment, not wanting to ruin things by stopping now.

At some point, Finn had become liberated from his own shirt, either by his own hands or Chance's. At some point, not long afterwards, the rest of his clothing followed. He was eager. They both wanted this. That much had been made more than clear, and there was really no point in dragging out the inevitable.

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The worst thing about the island was, even when it was pissing down rain, it was too ******** muggy. Finn's body, exhausted as it was, felt far too hot, and he was covered from head to toe in a sheen of sweat, his hair damp, his breathing hard as his heart continued to race for just those few moments longer before it began to slow. He was naked, collapsed on his back in Chance's bed, his eye closed.

His face was expressionless, no smile, no frown. And arm was brought up, a wrist pressed against his forehead.

"So." He finally breathed out, eye opening as his head twisted to the side to look at the other man. "Guess my snarky mouth wasn't the only thing about me you liked. You tired yet?" A teasing tone, a small smirk, and then.

"I should probably find my clothes...."

He didn't really feel like getting up yet, though.

Finn snorted. Snarky hands? What did that even....He let out a low chuckle next, rolling onto his side and scooting to the edge of the bed to give them both some much needed space in all of the heat. "But it wasn't enough to help you get some sleep? I must be losing my touch."

Slowly, and with a small grunt that suggested he'd really rather not, he sat up, legs swinging over the edge of the bed.

"I guess I can't take all of the credit. You weren't bad yourself." His eye scanned the room, as the dim light of early morning dawn began to lighten the still gloomy and grey horizon.

"Now, as long as we can both agree that this wasn't anything more than just sex, I can call it a fantastic morning and go about the rest of my day as normal." He cast a glance over his shoulder, smirked, and leaned forward to grab for his jeans, and underwear, which were thankfully nearby and both within reach.

Slipping the bottom half of his clothes back on, Finn stood up, buttoning and zipping up his jeans before doing his belt back up. He listened to the compliments, drinking it all in, and of course it made him feel good to hear it, because who wouldn't have liked to have been told how good they were in bed?

"Glad to hear it." He said, turning around even as he reached towards the desk where he had left his cigarette sitting from earlier. Placing it between his lips, he moved to pick up his t-shirt next, but didn't bother putting it on, or the boots and socks that he gathered up next.

He wasn't exactly in a hurry to leave, but once Finn got himself up and moving, he was pretty much ready to go.

He appreciated that Chance was good with it just being sex and nothing more. He didn't want things to turn messy, didn't need some little puppy dog following him around and needing attention. Chance had not, by any means, struck him as that type but....stranger things had happened.

"Good, because...." He debated mentioning he was with somebody else...however loosely the term "with" could be used. "...I'm really not interested in more than that."

He was near the door, leaning against it, a smirk still playing on his lips even around the cigarette. "Don't mention it. I think I got about the same amount of enjoyment out of it that you did. And like I said, you can always call me if you ever need help again." Not that Finn could guarantee that he would answer that call, but he had put the offer on the table earlier and he saw no reason to retract it now.

It didn't have to be much more than that.

It didn't have to be, but Finn knew, in some cases, it was nice to have it be just that little bit more, just enough to make it feel like he did actually belong to somebody, that they cared, to some extent, and appreciated having him around. That's what he felt like he had with somebody already. Everybody else who let him in their bed was just an added cherry on top.

Finn scoffed a laugh, ducked his head a little to look down at the floor as if thinking about something, and then looked up again, typical cold smile still in place.

"See you around."

With that, he reached behind him with his free hand, and opened the door, slipping out into the hallway and out of sight, the door closing behind him as he left.

The bottle of whiskey was left behind.