Falling For Disaster by K. Sterling

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    Friday night’s as good a time as any to start a project, he decided as he went to the kitchen and grabbed the flashlight. Finn purchased everything he needed to strip all the wallpaper in the house and plenty of paint in tranquil shades of greens and blues weeks earlier. Apparently, he needed to reach a certain level of guilt and self loathing before he could stop procrastinating. You can erase all proof of your shame but you’re still going to remember it, he warned as he pushed the screen door open and jogged down the steps and across the yard to the garage. He frowned and hoped he was wrong as he pushed the door open and flicked on the flashlight.

Chapter 10
     
    The sound of Harry laughing had Saint smiling as he pushed the door open and his heart stopped when his eyes locked on Finn’s tight, round ass as he leaned on the counter. Finn looked over his shoulder and his smile vanished when he saw Saint.
    “Hey, Saint!” Harry waved from behind the counter before he pointed excitedly at the TV. “We’re watching Jeopardy! Finn’s the smartest person in town!” He declared and Saint offered a tight grin and nodded as he ducked his head and rushed down the closest aisle.
    “I should get going,” Finn mumbled and Harry groaned.
    “Come on, Finn! It’s Final Jeopardy. Just a few more minutes,” he begged and Saint heard a heavy sigh as he reached for a can of WD-40.
    “Fine. Then I have to get out of here. I don’t want to have to wait until tomorrow to change the light bulb in the garage,” Finn explained. “I swear, you’re selling me faulty bulbs. They keep blowing out,” he complained and Saint bit his lip as he swallowed the urge to tell Finn he needed to get the wiring checked. That garage was about a hundred years old and the wiring was probably original. Saint was surprised the damn thing hadn’t burned down years ago.
    He made his way back to the register and it was suddenly necessary for him to study the label on the can as he stepped up to the counter. It wasn’t enough to shield Saint from Finn’s scent as he set the can on the counter and pulled out his wallet. Saint ground his teeth and prayed for Harry to hurry as the blood rushed to his groin and his jeans started to feel tighter. Saint forced his eyes to the TV and focused on the screen as his skin prickled and his shirt stuck to his back.
    “This school of philosophy was born in the aftermath of World War II and Albert Camus’ essay, The Myth of Sisyphus ,” Alex Trebek stated and the infamous music began.
    Harry’s hand hovered over the register as he watched Finn.
    Finn was fascinated by the faded, peeling edge of a Pepsi sticker on the counter.
    Saint thought his jaw was going to break if he clenched it any harder. He wanted to rip his skin off and run down the street screaming, the store felt like the second circle of hell.
    “Absurdism,” Saint said a little too loudly and Finn’s head snapped up and swung toward Saint while Harry looked completely confused.
    Saint cleared his throat and nodded at the register, silently begging Harry to hurry. Unfortunately, Harry wasn’t going to cooperate. The music stopped and Saint considered running out of the store. Good job, asshole, Saint scolded and wished he could punch himself in the face without looking like a lunatic. The internal screaming and physical discomfort grew as the contestants’ answers were revealed. Contestants one and two wrote “Existentialism” and Saint’s shoulders sagged as they were informed they were incorrect. Contestant three pulled out an upset with “Absurdism” and Harry and Finn stared at Saint. Harry’s jaw hung and he blinked rapidly. Finn’s eyes narrowed as he studied Saint. Saint wanted to hurl the TV across the room. Instead, he stretched his neck, trying to loosen the muscles and looked expectantly at Harry.
    “Just the WD-40,” Saint said and Harry jumped and grinned.
    “That was awesome, Saint!” He gushed. “How did you