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sweatpants and thick cotton socks and jogged down the stairs five minutes later. The evenings were warm and often humid but Finn learned that if he kept the front and back door open and ran the ceiling fan, the couch was in just the right spot and became blissfully cool despite the house’s lack of air-conditioning.
    The sight of Saint’s back as he squatted with his back to the door stopped Finn in his tracks. Muscles rippled and strained as he worked and the various characters and flames on his skin rippled and glistened as he worked under the porch light. Finn shook his head, hoping to make thoughts happen.
    “Did you find what you needed?” He asked and he lost his breath as his eyes finally drifted from Saint’s back to the top of Saint’s head. Seriously? You’re going to get wet over a fucking man bun? Finn complained as he stared at the loose knot on top of Saint’s head. For some inexplicable reason, it was really working for Saint. He smiled over his shoulder and Finn bit his lip to keep from groaning. He reminded himself that he saw Saint flirting with Cheryl and just because he didn’t break Finn’s ribs for being gay, didn’t mean that Saint would take too kindly to Finn lusting after him.
    “Yup,” Saint said as he went back to work. “Simon loved fixing up old VW’s and it looks like none of his asshole grandkids were interested in the garage. You’ve got a small fortune in tools out there,” Saint explained and Finn’s head pulled back in surprise.
    “Huh. I had no idea,” he mumbled as he turned and went to the kitchen. He grabbed two beers and went back to the screen door. He pushed it open and held one out when Saint looked up. Saint sighed happily as he twisted the cap off.
    “You have no idea how much I could use this right now, it’s hotter than the devil’s asshole out here,” Saint said as he raised his beer then took a long sip. He hummed in relief and Finn turned away before Saint could notice the tenting in the front of his sweatpants. Finn fell onto the couch and crossed his feet on the coffee table as he went through the music on his phone until he got to Billy Holiday. Her voice and the fuzzy quality of the recordings always soothed Finn. And he was in serious need of soothing. He reached for a book and reclined as music filled the air and did his best to ignore the very unignorable Saint on his front porch.
    Eventually, Finn was able to settle into his book and didn’t look up until his beer was empty. He grabbed two more and avoided lingering after he passed Saint his. Finn was just about to go for a third round when the sound of the bike starting made him jump. He sat up and paused the music before he went to the door. Saint shut the bike off and began straightening up.
    “Thanks for the tools and the beer,” he said as he handed Finn the empty bottles. Finn watched Saint run to the garage and back before he carefully backed the bike off the porch. Saint bounded up the porch steps and passed the flashlight back to Finn. “I guess I’ll see you around,” Saint grinned and waved before he ran back to his bike.
    A moment later, the bike was growling in the dark before Saint flipped on the headlight and turned it back to the road. Then, it roared as Saint sped back to the main road and Finn sighed heavily as he leaned against the door and stared out into the night. He stayed long after the sound of Saint’s bike faded. When Finn finally returned to the couch, the night seemed a lot hotter and quieter than before and Finn hated it.

Chapter 3
     
    “What’s the school like?” Finn’s mom asked and he wished he had something more exciting to tell her.
    “Small, underfunded, falling apart, dreary…” He sighed heavily as he fell back on the couch and crossed his ankles on the arm. “The kids are pretty hopeless. They know that no one cares about them or is willing to invest in them. Most of them are reading and writing far below their grade level,” Finn said as