Fin & Matt by Charlie Winters

are you doing?” I whispered.
    He leaned close and spoke softly into my ear.  “Saying hello.  I missed you today.”  The understated scent of my cologne wafted off of his neck as I breathed him in.
    “Matt,” I responded, standing with the hope of getting distance.  “You can’t do that.  We’re at work.”
    “I locked the door,” he returned.  He moved closer, brushing his body against mine.  “Everyone’s gone home anyway.”
    “You should go.”  I ran my hand nervously through my hair as I backed away once more.
    “Can I come over?”  He reached for my hand, rubbing his thumb over mine.
    “I need to go see my dad.”  I let him hold my hand for a few seconds, but my eyes never left the closed door.
    “Right now?” he asked.  He leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to my lips. 
    I swallowed thickly and cleared my throat.  “Yeah.  I’ve got some stuff to tell him.”
    “Did I do something wrong?  You’re being – I don’t know – distant.”
    I turned my head away from the door and met his gaze.  “You’re the one who said you didn’t want to hold hands in the lounge… you didn’t want anyone to know about us, so what happened?  Why are you all of the sudden wanting to kiss me?  We could be reprimanded,” I reminded him.
    “I thought you said Gallo knew.”
    “Yeah,” I barked.  “Gallo knows about me .  He doesn’t know about us .”
    “So let’s tell him,” he whispered, brushing his lips to my neck.
    I backed up a few inches, pushing on his chest.  “You want to tell him?  Why?  I need this job.”
    “Do you?” he asked.  “Fin, you don’t even need to work.”
    “Yes, I do, Matt.  I didn’t go to fucking college so that I could live off of my trust fund.”  I collected my bag and headed toward the door.
    “I didn’t mean it like that,” he called.  “Please, Fin.  Stop.”
    “What?” I said, turning toward him.
    “I don’t want to fight with you,” he whispered.  “Ever.”
    “Fighting’s inevitable,” I responded.  “I like fighting.”  An involuntary smile spread across my lips.
    “You’re good at it.”  He moved close and cupped both hands to the sides of my neck, leaning in to press his lips to mine.  “But right now, I just want to go to your apartment and make up.”
    I rolled my eyes.  “A five-second disagreement doesn’t call for makeup sex.  Besides,” I kept my voice low, “I’m too sore.”
    He kissed a trail over my neck, stopping just below my ear.  “I could kiss it and make it better.”
    My body tingled with the promise, shuddering at his words.  “My dad, remember?” I reminded.
    “Can I see you after?”
    “Matt… maybe we should take a night off.”  I didn’t want a night off.   I didn’t want to be without him for one second.
    He smiled and backed away for a second, lazily moving the zipper of his sweatshirt up and down.  “I don’t think so.  You can’t get rid of me that soon.  Text me when you’re on your way home.  I’ll meet you there.”
    My mouth opened in protest, but no words came out.  I simply nodded my head as he turned for the door. 
    “Oh, and Fin?”  He turned back for a moment and put the hood up, his blue eyes peeking out.
    “Hmm?”
    “I thought about you all day.”
     
    ♂♂
     
    “Finlay,” my dad nearly shouted.  “To what do we owe this pleasure?”
    “Can I talk to you?”
    He turned off the television and stood, gesturing to his office.  Once seated behind his desk, he tipped back in the chair with a smile.  “Got something on your mind?”
    His diminishing Irish accent was barely noticeable anymore, but showed itself from time to time.  It was there in that moment, searching me for candor. 
    “I don’t know what to do,” I admitted.
    “About?”  He fiddled with one of the handles of his desk, his eyes never leaving mine.  “Matt?”
    I nodded.  “I love him, Dad.  Is that possible?  To love someone after such a short