Falling For Disaster by K. Sterling Page A

know that?” Harry asked and Finn’s head tilted as his gaze became even more focused. Saint shrugged as he handed Harry his bank card.
    “A lucky guess,” Saint mumbled and Finn snorted. Saint kept his eyes on Harry and as soon as the receipt touched his fingertips, Saint snatched the can off the counter and rushed from the store.
     
    Saint rode for hours, he let his mind wander as fields and lakes rushed past him as he took random turns and sped down empty roads. Somehow, just as the sun was fading, Finn’s mailbox came into view and Saint slowed his bike as it drew close. He had to turn. He hated himself as his bike left the paving and hit the dirt road but he knew he had no choice. When he cleared the trees and Finn’s house came into view, Saint's body tightened and his body hummed anxiously. He cut the bike off and stared at the house for several moments, trying to figure out why he was there and what he was going to say when Finn appeared, framed by the screen door. The light was soft behind him and he was a dark silhouette. Saint’s leg swung over the bike and he was stepping onto the porch before he realized his body had carried him there. The pull was so strong, Saint’s hands shook as he grabbed the door frame.
    “What are you doing here?” Finn asked and Saint’s eyes drank Finn in despite the screen separating them. He inhaled slowly and lust unfurled and swelled within him as the smell of Finn’s body and breath flooded him.
    “I don’t know,” he admitted and Finn crossed his arms over his chest and waited. Saint sighed and let his forehead rub against the screen as he tried to figure out what he was supposed to do. “I didn’t mean to come.” He tried to see Finn’s eyes but the light was behind him and the sun was just about gone.
    “You didn’t bring any beer to thank me for last time?” Finn asked and Saint laughed softly and shook his head.
    “I wouldn’t want you to think I thought you’d give it up for a six pack,” he teased and Finn snorted.
    “Apparently, I would,” Finn said as he unlocked the screen door.
    Finn turned and gestured over his shoulder for Saint to follow as he went back to the couch. Saint groaned softly as he pulled the door open, already regretting Finn’s decision to let him in. When Saint stepped into the house his brows pulled together as he looked around. Everything looked completely different. His eyes drifted around the room and he realized it was the walls. They were a soft leaf green and it made the room look larger and lighter. Everything else was just about the same but the wood seemed to glow and the beat up leather couch looked like something out of a Restoration Hardware catalog now that the faded blue and mauve wallpaper was gone.
    “You’ve been busy,” Saint said as he leaned and craned his neck. The kitchen was a lighter shade of green and the upstairs hall was Tiffany blue. “I like it,” he stated and Finn dropped onto the couch and crossed his arms over his chest again.
    “I’m relieved,” he murmured as he watched Saint. Saint gave Finn a pointed look as he crossed the room. Saint pushed a stack of books out of the way before he sat on the coffee table facing Finn. He sighed again as he rested his elbows on his knees and let his head fall.
    “I can’t get involved with you,” Saint groaned and he heard a soft laugh escape Finn.
    “I’m glad we agree,” he said and Saint nodded.
    “You have no idea how dangerous this is for both of us,” he explained and Finn laughed again.
    “I’m pretty sure I can guess. It’s not much of a secret, is it? White supremacists aren’t big fans of the homosexuals,” Finn said and Saint didn’t want to look at him. “Have you beat the shit out of any fags lately?” He asked and Saint’s head snapped up and he shook his head.
    “No,” he said firmly. “Don’t ask me what I’ve done,” Saint warned. “I have nothing to offer you. I’m not good enough and I won’t do the