perfect boyfriend

jack liked finn. jack fucking loved finn wolfhard. jack fucking loved his own boyfriend. ‎ ‎fans often say, "in this relationship, jack is the sun and finn is the moon." but it's the opposite. ‎ ‎the sun is the center of the universe, and the moon depends on it, and the moon can't live without it, and the moon admires it. just like jack admires finn and is dependent on him. ‎ ‎it's like a drug. what's the most potent drug? methamphetamine? that's it. but if drugs are harmful and should be avoided, then Finn Wolfhard should not be avoided. you can gradually lose your mind. ‎and this is not just a figurative expression, this is the objective reality of jack grazer, with which he has been living for years. who said something about the honeymoon period, after which you will become more calm and reserved towards each other? "don't believe him, he's fucking lier," jack believes, because his all-consuming love for his boyfriend has been going on for five years, and it seems that no amount of effort will be able to overshadow or extinguish it. ‎ ‎it seems that this period, on the contrary, deepens griser's feelings every time, bringing everything to the point of absurdity. it's gone so far that jack can miss him so much in a day that he doesn't let finn go at night. it's unlikely that he has any objections. ‎ ‎no, really, have you ever seen such a beautiful, intelligent, kind, talented, caring, brave, charming, and sexy man? jack has. it's exactly like finn. ‎"i love you very much too," says finn, and the heart freezes, digesting these words, repeating them in his head over and over again. ‎ ‎jack for years can't believe that this is his fucking boyfriend. so wonderful and cute. jack grazer, a mere mortal, and finn, damn, wolfhard. ‎ ‎what parameters finn chose him? jack always thought that successful people chose a partner to match them, like mom chose dad, like grandma chose grandpa. but not like finn chose jack. ‎ ‎it's not that he had any kind of inferiority complex or anything like that. jack knew that he was handsome and successful, and that he could even be cute if he wanted to (finn says he's always cute), but god, he was so far from wolfhard. ‎jack didn't devalue his experiences and feelings,but he genuinely didn't understand how finn could not love himself. why couldn't he just not listen to the opinions of some cretins who had achieved nothing? grazer vows that if he ever sees the person who ever hurt his boyfriend, he will beat that "hero" up. ‎ ‎"i love you," jack says slowly and quietly, as if testing the waters. they both know the answer. ‎ ‎finn carefully takes him by the chin and slowly pulls him towards him, making their lips first just touch, and then all the more begin to devour each other. both breathe hotly, burning the face opposite. both are too good to stop. ‎they fuck like it's the last seconds of their lives. like they're both about to melt into each other's warmth. with an excessive amount of sweetness. that's the whole fucking finn wolfhard. ‎ ‎"finn, finn, fuck," jack whispers on a sigh, while the cause of his ragged breathing smiles contentedly. in retaliation, jack makes an effort to bite his neck, licking the bite, and then smirks slyly when he hears a wheeze. ‎ ‎"shh, baby," finn says, gently placing a finger on the other man’s lips to silence him. it takes skill to speak so affectionately to someone you’re fucking. ‎the main thing is that he fucks barely touching. jack likes it rough, when there are stars in the head, when you're already starting to feel pain. the whole problem is that finn doesn't like it when griser is in pain. even if everything is under control. ‎ ‎it's just that the same trauma has different consequences. they had to experience pain during sex once, and even though they've long since gotten rid of the source of this problem, its effects are still visible. ‎ ‎jack wants pain and blood to remember this moment for a long time and not feel like a fucking nymphomaniac. finn doesn't want to experience it all again himself and even less he wants jack to experience it. ‎“c'mon, relax,” finn murmurs teasingly, and jack is certain that if he were in a decent position right now, he would be making some sarcastic joke. ‎ ‎the fucker also interrupts himself all the time for some kind of lyrical digression. kiss on the forehead, like a mother kisses a sick child, or bite somewhere around the collarbone, or start to run his fingers through a mop of tangled curly hair. and from such simple touches, you start to feel like a real child. ‎ ‎but jack tries to keep up, he also knows how to make finn blush. for example, he knows how his boyfriend makes a sweet mmm sound if you bite his earlobe. and how he likes to be kissed on the neck. and he also knows that he likes it when jack touches his hair. and he certainly uses this knowledge to the fullest. ‎jack catches a mini-euphoria every time the finn is not afraid to show their closeness in public. he just rattles something into the frame in his quick manner, and at the same time standing next to wolfhard looks at every feature of his face and at random kisses. unnoticed, but so that jack has to stop for a second and look at him laughing. and then pretend that nothing happened. ‎ ‎himself, of course, also kept a grip. finn is giving the most important interview of his life, on which his entire acting career depends? yeah, he don't fucking care. jack will jump on finn's back with the most stupid smile and act silly for the camera. finn will calmly distract himself from jack while the journalists exchange forced smiles. ‎ ‎the guys know that after this, an article will pop up on some website with the content "jack dylan grazer unceremoniously interrupts an important dialogue. when will finn wolfhard break him up?" never, don't even hope. they'll both laugh at this article, because what's the difference? ‎if jack wants to, he'll fucking smooch his boyfriend at any moment: on the street, in an interview, in between takes. right in front of everyone. because he wants to enjoy every moment they're together. ‎ ‎unfortunately, their work schedules are different, but jack can and does come to finn's set in his free time, knowing that he won't be kicked out, just to watch wolfhard's performance and offer advice when necessary. ‎ ‎however, it should be the other way around. finn's acting skills are far superior, and everyone knows it. well, everyone except finn, of course. he insists that it's all nonsense and that jack is greatly underestimated. well, maybe so. he'd better know. ‎they, it must be admitted, were perfectly able to maintain an idyll in their relationship. abuse, violence, inactivity — it's clearly not about them. ‎ ‎when finn cries, jack just is near, gently stroking his hands or neck. because he knows that he doesn't need anything else. just to experience these emotions — that's what finn wolfhard wants. he's not ready to hear something, whether it's just everyday phrases or words of encouragement. ‎ ‎jack, on the other hand, needed both touch and words of encouragement and advice. it's important for him to hear that he's okay, that his tears and bad mood don't annoy anyone, that they don't annoy finn. he likes it when he's on his knees in front of him, squeezing someone's hands in his own. being a positive person, in such moments, jack thinks that the reason for his sadness is so insignificant if he lives in the same apartment with this wonderful guy, no matter how trite it may sound. ‎jack loved finn to the point of fever, to the point of losing oxygen, to the point of a pulling feeling in the pit of his stomach. sometimes it reached the point of shameful absurdity, when he lay with a temperature of thirty-eight, looking at him like a fucking jesus, damn christ. ‎ ‎"how did you manage to get sick in the summer?" asks finn, feeling jack's hot forehead. ‎ ‎jack always made a joke, saying that he didn't know. well, what should he say? "you're so perfect, it makes me really hot." it's too embarrassing even for him. ‎ ‎"i love you so much," grazer murmurs through a wet kiss. ‎ ‎"i love you too," finn purrs back, intertwining their fingers. ‎jack is shamelessly sitting on his lap, turning the initial innocent "peck" on the lips into a perversion. especially when he takes off his shirt. ‎ ‎"are you sure? we just..." his mouth is covered with a palm. finn takes it as a challenge. ‎ ‎he quickly switches positions, so that jack is now lying underneath him. seconds of silence and intense eye contact, when instead of the expected vulgarities, jack gets a light click on the forehead, and finn returns to a sitting position. even so, he just can't be angry with him. ‎this is finn, motherfucker, wolfhard. a talented actor, a handsome guy, and the perfect partner. his partner, beloved and desired to the point of dizziness. ‎"but i have one wish on my deathbed: if i could choose, i would die in your arms."