"Are you coming too?" Peter looked at Noah in surprise.
How could I possibly agree to let you take Finn alone? You're only eighteen; can you even be a guardian?" Noah shot Peter a look that said [absolutely no negotiation], "Forget about it, I'm definitely going too.
In just a brief moment, Peter turned to look at Andrew, Max, the Wilsons, who had already packed their suitcases, their expressions each more determined than the last.
Andrew: "I'm the secretary."
Max: "I'm the bodyguard."
Stop it.." Peter didn't need the Wilsons to say any more, "You are Young Master Finn's most important butlers.
Peter took a deep breath; it seemed like the two-person journey he had originally planned was becoming an increasingly large group.
When evening came, seeing that it was still early, Finn suddenly felt like bothering Peter again.
Peter: "?"
You don't want to?" Finn asked, looking up in confusion, "You really don't want that kind of thing at all? You don't even act like an eighteen-year-old?
Peter: ".." How could I say I don't want to!!
He had been eating every day before this; although he never felt full, at least he had food every single day!
After being hungry for a while, he finally managed to have a filling meal, only to be starved to death again!!
But given Finn's current state, it was certainly impossible for Peter to take the initiative to say it..
Intimate behavior releases dopamine and endorphins, which bring pleasure and satisfaction, can also alleviate depressive emotions to a certain extent." Finn began discussing it with Peter again, seriously and frankly, "Don't you want to try it?
Every time Peter saw Finn discussing such things with him using those self-righteous eyes, he felt somewhat at a loss.
"Then do you want to try?" The question wasn't whether Peter wanted to try or not; he was, of course, looking to Finn's wishes.
I don't want to try." Finn immediately nodded, "I want to do this.
After Finn extended the invitation, the inherently upright Peter—
Immediately upright and rigid again.
Finn had originally felt cold, but now he only felt himself getting hotter and hotter, so hot that he could hardly stand it; it was scorching on the outside and scorching on the inside. That solid, sun-like young physique of the triple crown champion continued to press tightly against him, bringing him an intense, searing heat with an unshakeable sense of power.
"Don't hold me like this." Finn finally couldn't resist any longer.
Why?" Peter did not let go; instead, he pressed even closer, leaving no gap between them. "Don't you like being held like this?
Peter thought to himself, just like the kind of.. charm carried on one's person that Finn had mentioned before.
Moreover, at least after that time when he lost control due to intoxication, Peter felt that Finn's level of acceptance had been completely opened up.
It's not supposed to be held like this." Although he had indeed been carried around by Peter all this time, it wasn't this kind of "holding.
The sensation of being suspended made Finn's breathing turn into tense gasps.
"Didn't it also happen last time.." Peter said, lost in the sensation and struggling to catch his breath.
Finn tilted his head back as if stung by some sudden stimulus, his eyes rimmed with red, as something incredibly swollen was intensifying within him. But this time, Finn resisted; recalling the terrifying experience of being repeatedly cornered by Spider-Man to explore the potential and mysteries of the body, Finn felt a sense of trepidation: "You're deceiving me again."
It's really been a long time." Peter stopped his movements, his face slightly flushed as he looked at Finn seriously and said hoarsely, "How could I not want to?
Easily Swayed Finn: ".. Alright."
Peter is only eighteen.." Finn thought, his eyes looking a bit dazed. Once he thought things through, his ideas would usually become exceptionally righteous. "I have to give him some leeway.
Let him be, it's not like I have to do anything anyway.
[Even though it feels bloated, it's not enough to kill anyone.]
Thirty minutes—
Ah, do you want more?
I think I've had too much dopamine already.
One hour—
Why did I put so many points into Intelligence back then? I should have put them into Stamina.. Oh, wait, the System doesn't even need Stamina.
Two hours—
No, no, I really can't take this anymore.
He.. Help me..
Chapter 91: Panic Attack
After everything was over, Peter cleaned up for Finn and placed the Young Master on the made bed.
Spider-Man suddenly began to wonder if it might be more appropriate to buy some disposable sheets before the trip.
Peter lowered his head and gazed at the young man sleeping peacefully on the pillow.
—And he had said something about going "all night long"?
—He had finished everything, it was only just past midnight.
Peter couldn't help but want to laugh at how his boyfriend was such a noob who loved playing anyway.
However, Peter also felt that perhaps he really could pick up the habit of doing it "every single night" again.
He truly wanted to use his own body heat without reservation to fill the seemingly inescapable cold within Finn's body; he wanted to let Finn, amidst the ultimate intimacy and warmth, be unable to think about what was real and what was fake; he wanted to personally fill the emptiness in Finn's heart, making him feel as though both his body and soul had reached a state of overflowing..
Although, Peter feared that both Finn and System PP would think he—under the guise of helping with his condition, was actually full of selfish motives.
The warm, dim light in the bedroom fell on Finn's long eyelashes, casting soft shadows.
A soft, fluffy little kitten was also sleeping on top of his head, making the scene look even more heartwarming.
Peter gazed quietly at Finn's sleeping face for a long while, the feeling of adoration in his heart so overwhelming it was almost overflowing. He couldn't help but lean down again to press several gentle kisses against the young man's soft cheek.
Although Finn hadn't sleepwalked for a while, Peter still couldn't rest easy. He got up and quietly locked the door, fearing that if Finn, with his weak and limping legs later on, were to actually sleepwalk, he might stumble and wander aimlessly outside.
By midnight, Peter felt a slight rustling coming from beside him.
“Finn?” Peter woke up instantly, calling out in a low voice.
He had originally thought Finn was just getting up to go to the bathroom, but he didn't expect the other to walk straight toward the bedroom door.
—Was he sleepwalking?
Peter rose slowly, feeling a bit hesitant; he knew the bedroom door was locked, but this was the first time such a situation had occurred. Finn didn't sleepwalk very often either, he didn't know if Finn would only pace around the room when the door was locked.
Finn reached out and turned the doorknob.
It wouldn't open.
He tried turning it forcefully one more time.
Still couldn't open it.
"Finn.." Peter walked over, looking a bit worried.
And in the next second, Finn's breathing suddenly became rapid. He frantically twisted the locked door with both hands, his emotions on the verge of a breakdown.
Let me out!
Let me out!
Save me! I want to get out!
After hearing Finn's intense, collapsing inner thoughts, Peter hurriedly opened the bedroom door in fright. At that moment, Spider-Man suddenly remembered one thing: Finn had claustrophobia. Because the nightlight in the room had been on the whole time, Peter had completely failed to realize before that locking the bedroom door would plunge Finn into such immense panic.
"The door is open! The door is open!" Peter was both anxious and frustrated, hurriedly pushing Finn out of the bedroom.
[Don't lock me up..]
Someone..
Someone, please save me..
Finn's eyes were vacant and lifeless, yet tears fell uncontrollably, his breathing grew increasingly rapid, as if he were almost unable to catch his breath. The young man's body collapsed into a kneeling position on the floor uncontrollably, his hands clawing wildly at his clothes, but his fingers were so stiff that they were difficult to move.
The massive noise at the bedroom door was exceptionally piercing in the silent night, startling everyone in the villa awake.
They saw Finn curled into a ball, his back arched, his entire body trembling uncontrollably as if facing a bone-deep panic; everyone was terrified by this sudden development.
Finn! Finn!" Harry knelt on the ground in extreme anxiety, pressing Finn tightly into his arms, "What's happening?
"I locked the door, since Finn couldn't open it, he—" Peter explained with red eyes, his heart filled with self-reproach.
Finn was completely lost in the chaos of a Panic Attack, left with nothing but primal fear. The young man had never cried like this before; every breath came with a trembling gasp, the heaving of his chest grew more violent by the second, as if he were on the verge of being unable to breathe.
What should we do? What should we do?" Andrew's face was deathly pale as he shouted uncontrollably, "What do we do now! Think of something, quick!
"Young Master Finn looks like he can't breathe!" Max looked toward Dr. Thomas anxiously.
"This is an acute panic attack. His breathing is too fast and shallow, causing hypoxia, which is why he feels like he's suffocating." Dr. Thomas frowned deeply and stepped forward quickly, kneeling in front of Finn and pressing his palm firmly against the center of Finn's back.
“Finn, listen to me.”
Inhale through your nose for four seconds, hold it for two seconds, then exhale slowly through your mouth for six seconds.
Dr. Thomas guided the rhythm.
No rush, take it slow. Just take as much as you can.
Peter gripped Finn's completely stiff and cold fingers tightly with both hands in a panic.
Finn was trembling all over, cold sweat soaking his hair at this moment, his chest heaving violently, broken gasps escaping from his throat. The sensation of losing control and suffocating was truly too painful; the instinct for survival drew Finn toward a steady rhythm, forcibly pulling his chaotic breathing back on track.
"The door is open, it's not locked, no one is going to lock you in, I'm here with you," Peter said repeatedly, his voice trembling.
Hearing what Peter said, Harry's pupils suddenly constricted.
Finn trembled, his stiff fingertips barely relaxing a little, as the emptiness in his eyes slowly regained a hint of focus.
His rapid gasping gradually slowed under the guidance of steady breathing, no longer on the verge of suffocation as before. Tears continued to fall from the young man's face, but the tension and loss of control in his body finally began to relax bit by bit, like a drowning person finally being pushed above the surface of the water.
"That's enough, just keep it like this.. the most intense stage of the Panic Attack has passed," Dr. Thomas said steadily.
Everyone's face turned pale from the scene they had just witnessed, they didn't even dare to take a single breath.
It was as if they all found it equally difficult to breathe.
Do we need to go to the hospital?" Catherine was also trembling all over from fright. She looked at Dr. Thomas helplessly, her anxiety making her speech incoherent. "Is a hospital visit necessary for this situation? Finn could barely breathe just now, is there going to be danger?