[Finch shows up smelling like smoke (fresh smoke between his lips,) and looks tired - as usual. He knocks on Dom's door with his knuckles, hiding his cigarette in his hand as some hired help walks down the hall - putting it back in his mouth whenever Dom opens his door.]
[ He smells Finch's cigarette before the knock, then opens the door wearing a t-shirt and long shorts. Casual as he gets, hand still on the doorknob when he looks between Finch's eyes and the cigarette in his mouth. ]
Hey. Can you put it out? The smell's kinda strong.
[ And he doesn't like it. Don't call him out when he admits he smokes weed. Dom steps aside to let him in, scratching behind his ear. ]
[Frowning, he just... kind of leans toward the doorframe and puts out the cigarette against it. Part of him matches Dom's awkward freak for freak, because he doesn't quite know what to do with the butt afterward and ends up just putting it in his jacket pocket.]
[Finch doesn't mean to laugh - he's not laughing at Dom, anyway. It's just that... he's cute? And Finch didn't ever clue in, somehow, to think about Dom in any other way than a pal but here they're facing it head on. And for whatever reason that doesn't make Finch overthink and get anxious - he just enters the room slowly, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the edge of a chair. He's got a plain white undershirt on underneath a plaid overshirt, and dirty ass looking jeans and boots.]
[ Dom gets on it immediately, grabbing soda from the mini-fridge, and then — remembering that his is Finch, and he definitely means he wants beer, so he takes that out instead, and keeps the soda in the other hand for himself. The bottle opener so just happens to be around, unless Finch has a way to open it on his own; Dom's handing it over anyway.
Dom stands close(ish) to him, opening the can, drinking some of the fizzy soda down, licking his lips after. Soooo. ]
[Dom has to say that. While sipping soda to Finch's beer. He pops the cap off and then tries to find a good way to answer that because he often times tries not to think of how old he is in comparison to half the people he sleeps with. After some internal debate:]
You're only a couple years younger than Iggy, right?
[Totally makes it fine.]
You mind... at all? 'Cause like I said, we don't- you know? It was just an idea.
[ Uh as in no, it's not just a couple, but also uh as in let me not potentially ruin this. ]
Not really. I hook up with people your age sometimes. [ He didn't even say 'old'. He's learning so much. ] I just get like, people turning me down because of that.
[ He grabs Finch's hand, soft and sure of himself, and leads him to the bed to sit down. Side by side. Drinking soda and beer. ]
[Finch moves easily, and doesn't put up any more protest - Dom's sure, and he's letting Dom lead as much as he likes. Once seated, he clinks bottle to can, and takes a long sip before shrugging. How do you explain without sounding boring that you like whatever the other person's into? He's here for the person, after all... ]
Depends on- the who, the where, the what. I'm not like... wildly into stuff, I'm just into getting time to know whoever I'm with. I like... physical touch? It's been a while since I did anything abrupt or transactional feeling.
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IDK
I mean
I don't think they're bad
I've just never done that
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U think Iggy would want one?
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you don't gotta be into it if you're not
but yeah, def think he would
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wait, never mind ]
OK
We can do that
Together
[ and since he's sorta kinda been having some lessons on How To Be More Confident, ]
We should get to know each other better though
Before we do that with Iggy?
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like fooling around?
cuz if you aren't into me it's cool, we can just work around iggy
but i'm cool for giving it a test drive too
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I'm into u
And ur into me too, right?
[ He still has to check, sorry. ]
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Let's find out then
Your room?
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Ur staying with Iggy, right?
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You can come here if you want but he might be around
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We can meet in my room
Don't wanna ruin the surprise
[ The surprise that's almost a year away, nbd. ]
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I'll come by in about an hour?
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Hey.
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Hey. Can you put it out? The smell's kinda strong.
[ And he doesn't like it. Don't call him out when he admits he smokes weed. Dom steps aside to let him in, scratching behind his ear. ]
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[Frowning, he just... kind of leans toward the doorframe and puts out the cigarette against it. Part of him matches Dom's awkward freak for freak, because he doesn't quite know what to do with the butt afterward and ends up just putting it in his jacket pocket.]
Sorry.
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It's cool, it's not like you knew.
[ Though he wonders - is Finch's sense of smell totally normal? ]
Do you wanna, like... do something first? To hang out or whatever?
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[Finch doesn't mean to laugh - he's not laughing at Dom, anyway. It's just that... he's cute? And Finch didn't ever clue in, somehow, to think about Dom in any other way than a pal but here they're facing it head on. And for whatever reason that doesn't make Finch overthink and get anxious - he just enters the room slowly, shrugging off his jacket and draping it over the edge of a chair. He's got a plain white undershirt on underneath a plaid overshirt, and dirty ass looking jeans and boots.]
Maybe at least a drink?
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[ Dom gets on it immediately, grabbing soda from the mini-fridge, and then — remembering that his is Finch, and he definitely means he wants beer, so he takes that out instead, and keeps the soda in the other hand for himself. The bottle opener so just happens to be around, unless Finch has a way to open it on his own; Dom's handing it over anyway.
Dom stands close(ish) to him, opening the can, drinking some of the fizzy soda down, licking his lips after. Soooo. ]
You don't care that I'm younger than you, right?
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You're only a couple years younger than Iggy, right?
[Totally makes it fine.]
You mind... at all? 'Cause like I said, we don't- you know? It was just an idea.
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[ Uh as in no, it's not just a couple, but also uh as in let me not potentially ruin this. ]
Not really. I hook up with people your age sometimes. [ He didn't even say 'old'. He's learning so much. ] I just get like, people turning me down because of that.
[ He grabs Finch's hand, soft and sure of himself, and leads him to the bed to sit down. Side by side. Drinking soda and beer. ]
What kind of stuff do you like?
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Depends on- the who, the where, the what. I'm not like... wildly into stuff, I'm just into getting time to know whoever I'm with. I like... physical touch? It's been a while since I did anything abrupt or transactional feeling.
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[ And he drinks again, curious. ]
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[He raises his brows.]
Like, jerking to just jerk off.
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Is that a bad thing?
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[He shrugs.]
You can't have one night stands here, not easily.
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