Glee-Fic: Caligo Nox Noctis, Chapter Thirty-Eight (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Caligo Nox Noctis
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt, minor Blaine/Kurt and Blaine/Sam
Chapter: 38/38 + epilogue
Word Count: 3267
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: (Vampire!Kurt, so completely AU) The good news about all of this is that there’s a cure. The bad news, of course, is what the cure actually is.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I’m done with them. :)
Caligo Nox Noctis
Chapter Thirty-Eight
He wakes up with a start, eyes snapping open as he realizes that he’s lying in bed instead of on the couch.
“Kurt?” Sam’s leaning over him, looking concerned, and Kurt blinks a few times before answering.
“Am I…what…”
“Sam and I got back just after you changed,” Blaine’s sitting beside the bed, holding his hand, and Kurt looks at him in confusion for a few seconds before he remembers.
“I…did it work?”
“Well, your hand’s warm, at least,” the dark-haired boy tells him with a fond smile. “That’s a start.”
“Open your mouth,” Sam prompts and he does, cautiously touching his tongue to his eye teeth and feeling immense relief when it doesn’t come away bleeding.
That’s it, then.
It’s over.
“I’m human,” he sighs, giving Blaine’s hand a squeeze. “Finally.”
“You need anything?” Sam asks, looking hesitant before he reaches to smooth Kurt’s hair back out of his eyes. “You’ll probably need a few hours to adjust so you should stay in bed, but if you’re hungry or thirsty or anything…”
“Just water. Please,” Kurt requests and the blonde nods and heads out of the room. “Where’s Finn?” he asks Blaine, who snorts.
“Bathroom. Had to pick the worst time to go.”
“As always,” Kurt rolls his eyes as he hears heavy footsteps on the floor and turns to see Finn coming out of the washroom. “Hey.”
“Hey. Feeling better?” Finn looks hesitant, staring between Kurt and Blaine, and Kurt shakes his head and reaches out his free hand.
“Get over here.”
“Cool,” Finn shuffles over before settling himself beside Kurt on the bed and Kurt reaches up instinctively, pulling Finn’s head down and kissing him without, for once, worrying about his fangs.
“I’ll leave you two alone, then, shall I?”
Kurt pulls away and gives Blaine a sheepish smile. “Sorry. Just…”
“I get it. But can you keep your hands off of each other at least until Sam gets back with your water?” Blaine requests, and Kurt nods as Sam pads back down the stairs with a glass.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks,” Kurt sips at the water gratefully, noting that he can’t tell anymore if it’s bottled or just from their home filter, and it’s a little sad but he’s sure he’ll get used to having reduced senses soon enough.
Blaine and Sam drift upstairs after a few moments and Kurt sets the water aside and flops back in the bed, burrowing under the covers. “Tired?” Finn asks, fingers running through his hair, and Kurt looks up at him briefly.
“Yeah. Exhausted.”
“Go to sleep, then,” Finn urges, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead. “I wanna wait up until Mom and Burt get home so I can explain everything to them and then I’ll join you. Cool?”
“Great,” Kurt yawns and sinks into the pillow, closing his eyes.
He’s asleep before Finn’s even left the basement.
000
“And we remembered what you’d said about your father being all you had, so the two of us were just checking to make sure you’re doing alright,” Blaine says, staring at the boy across the table from them, and Derek gives them a tremulous smile as he wraps his hands around the cup of coffee he’s drinking.
“Well, thank you for the offer, but I think I’ll be okay,” Derek admits, looking at least a little happier. “The boy who died during the last new moon…his father was close to mine, and he’s offered to take me in and pay for my last year at Dalton so I won’t have to change schools.”
“That’s great,” Blaine gives him a genuine smile and Kurt can’t help but admire his friend. He’s angry enough at Derek but Blaine was the one the other boy stabbed in the chest and yet there they are conversing like old friends.
Kurt smiles thinly and tries to get in on the conversation, realizing that Derek isn’t such a bad guy once he’s not doing his father’s evil bidding.
Kurt doesn’t think they’ll ever be best friends, but at least they won’t be enemies any longer.
Even though he’ll still never forgive the other boy for what he did to Blaine.
000
“You could have…told me…this is where you…ah, God…lived…” Blaine forces out, each exhalation a breathy gasp as he grinds his hips down against Sam’s.
“Mm, you’d…you would have…” Sam can’t finish his sentence and just throws his head back, Blaine nipping and sucking at his throat as he grips the shorter boy’s hips and pulls him down. “I’m so…”
“Yeah?”
“Are…”
“Oh, God, yes,” Blaine groans, squeezing his eyes shut and driving his hips down once more and that’s all it takes, both of them coming at the same time and muffling their moans into each other’s mouths.
“Wow,” Sam’s comment has become almost customary now but he sounds utterly sincere each time, which Blaine appreciates. “I just…dude…”
“Yeah,” Blaine agrees, flopping on top of the other boy and letting his cheek rest against Sam’s sweat-sticky chest.
Sam rests a hand on his back, fingers flexing gently against his skin, and they’re quiet for a moment; the only sound is the television blaring from next door. “So, what were you trying to say?” he asks after a while, sounding half-asleep.
“If I’d have known you were living in a motel…”
“Stop,” Sam presses a little harder on his back to emphasize his point before shifting them, rolling Blaine onto his back and propping himself up. “I know your family has money. But trust me, Blaine, my parents are really proud and they won’t accept charity…especially from people they don’t even know. They’d appreciate the offer but it’s better if you don’t start,” Sam tells him softly and Blaine looks around the shabby motel room, wondering how five people could live there on a regular basis.
The only reason he and Sam have it to themselves for tonight is that both of his younger siblings have a choir performance at their school and Sam had feigned a headache to get his parents to leave him in the motel. Seeing as how Sam’s whole family lives in one room and Blaine’s a guest in the Hummel/Hudson household it’s not easy for the two of them to get privacy.
So their time together is incredibly limited and Blaine doesn’t want to spend it arguing so he decides not to press the issue, merely nodding his agreement as Sam sighs and bends down to kiss him. “We’ve got about a half hour before they’ll be back,” Sam tells him between kisses, flopping beside Blaine and reaching to run a hand down his chest.
He stops at the scar left behind by Derek’s knife and runs his thumb along the rough skin cautiously, looking at Blaine with a rather obvious tenderness in his eyes.
“I’m fine,” Blaine doesn’t want to talk about this, either.
“But you might not have been,” Sam notes, speaking quietly. “And if you hadn’t been I’d never have known…”
“I know,” Blaine kisses him to stop this explanation and pulls him close. He knows that Sam isn’t in love with him but he also knows that he’s never felt this way about anybody else except Kurt, and that’s got to mean something. “But I’m fine, and I’m here, and we’ve got half an hour to make out.”
“Sounds good to me,” Sam pushes himself up again and kisses him, deepening the kiss as soon as Blaine opens his mouth.
And while it’s only been a few months since this whole thing’s started, it feels more like a lifetime.
But Kurt’s safe and happy and he’s got Sam out of it all, so all things considered, it was worth it.
So worth it.
000
“Mmph…God…just…”
“Quiet or I’ll have to gag you,” Kurt tells him, talented mouth making its way down his chest, and Finn strains against the handcuffs and bucks upward, trying to press his body closer. Kurt’s hands on his flesh are almost like branding irons; hot and searing after being ice-cold for so long and it’s driving him crazy.
“Can’t…I…”
“Finn,” Kurt slithers up his body so they’re face-to-face, reaching a hand up to stroke Finn’s cheek. “You couldn’t wait, I get that. But Dad and Carole are upstairs and we can’t risk them hearing us.”
“I know. I just…” Finn gasps as Kurt skims his thumb over a hardened nipple, stifling a moan at the action. “God, Kurt, if you don’t…”
“Then I won’t,” Kurt smirks at him, looking remarkably more innocent now that the fangs are gone.
“You’re close already, aren’t you?”
“I…”
“The moment I start to suck you off you’re going to come, and that won’t be any fun for me,” Kurt looks rather evil as he keeps running his hand down Finn’s chest. “So, I’ve got an idea to take the edge off.”
“Yes…anything…just…”
“Good,” Kurt kisses him softly, barely pressing their lips together before he’s skidding down again and rolling one of Finn’s nipples between his fingers as Finn yelps and tries to muffle his shouts as best he can.
Kurt’s smirking, he can tell, but he stops thinking about that as the shorter teen laves his tongue over Finn’s other nipple, sucking gently before biting at the stiff flesh and Finn moans, not even trying to stay quiet.
God, he’s been going about this all wrong if he was this sensitive there all along. He can feel his hardened cock pressing against the fabric of his boxer shorts and tries to shift his hips, getting as much friction as he can . Kurt keeps playing with his nipples, tongue and teeth on one and those long, slender fingers on the other, and Finn closes his eyes and whimpers as it gets to be almost too much.
“Kurt…Kurt, if you touch me, I’ll…”
And Kurt slides his free hand down and squeezes him through his boxers as he comes with a shout, wide eyes staring at the ceiling and hands tugging at his bonds.
He lays there for a few minutes, panting, and he barely registers Kurt getting off the bed and rustling around in the closet before he comes back. Finn’s still floating in a post-coital haze and he gives Kurt what’s probably a rather dopey smile as the other boy clambers back onto the bed. “Hey, dude.”
“Hey,” Kurt says softly, kissing him. “That take the edge off? Think you’ll make it more than five seconds if I give you a blowjob?”
“Mm,” Finn shrugs as best he can. “Yeah. Probably.”
“Good. Here,” he holds up a scarf and Finn looks at it curiously. “Dad and Carole may let a little noise go but if you keep howling the way you did they’re going to come investigate and that’s the last thing we want. So if we’re going any farther you’ll need to keep quiet,” he brandishes the scarf.
“Um, no offense, but isn’t that, like, too expensive to get slobber all over?” Finn asks, furrowing his brow.
“It’s something my dad bought me,” Kurt sighs. “I asked him for Hermes; he bought me H&M with the excuse that both words had an ‘H’ and an ‘M’ in them. Needless to say, this cost about $5 so it’s completely expendable. Now, open your mouth,” he prompts as Finn shakes his head.
“Um…can I get a kiss first?”
“Of course, sweetie,” Kurt sighs and bends down, kissing him tenderly and stroking his hair back. “I love you. So much.”
“I know,” Finn nods. “Love you, too.”
“Great. Now open your mouth,” he says and Finn complies, feeling the rough fabric press against his tongue. “Bite down,” Kurt instructs and Finn does that as well, pressing his nose against Kurt’s chest as the other boy reaches around him to tie the scarf behind his head. “I’m sorry, but this is for the best.”
Finn nods, knowing it’s true. And heck, if it’s between being gagged and not getting a blowjob, he’ll pick the first one any day of the week.
Kurt gazes at him fondly for a few more seconds before working his way back down Finn’s long body, stripping his underwear off with a smooth motion and dropping them on the floor.
Finn closes his eyes and moans a little through the gag because he has a feeling he’s never going to forget this.
000
Kurt, for his part, is feeling a little intimidated. Sure, Finn’s sucked him off a couple of times and didn’t seem to mind it, and Kurt’s practiced on popsicles and bananas and anything he could find to get him ready, but it’s still a Big Step in his mind.
But now’s not the time to dwell on that, and he runs a hand down Finn’s limp cock, smearing cum down the length of it as Finn jerks at his touch, cock twitching and starting to fill again.
“This still won’t take long, will it?” he laughs and slicks his fingers with Finn’s cum, wondering if the other boy will let him go that far and then realizing that, since Finn’s kind of cuffed to the bed, he doesn’t have a choice.
He darts out his tongue to lick the tip of Finn’s cock, sliding his mouth over the end and sucking gently as Finn mumbles something through the gag.
Taking this as a good sign, he moves down farther, opening his throat and taking as much of Finn in as he can and it’s a little weird and the stretch is uncomfortable but Finn’s twisting and writhing beneath him and just knowing that he’s the one that’s making this happen makes everything that’s strange more than worth it.
He fondles Finn’s balls with one hand, using the other to hold down the taller boy’s hips as he bucks at the action.
And really, Kurt knows this is going to be over soon enough anyway so why draw it out?
Plus, after all of this, he’s achingly hard and in need of relief and the sooner he can get Finn off, the sooner he can come himself.
So he rubs his fingers together again, making sure they’re slick, and presses the tip of one to Finn’s entrance as the other boy whines.
He takes Finn as far as he can into his throat, pressing his finger in at the same time, and Finn relaxes enough to let him stroke in deeply, his fingertip seeking that certain spot and he knows he’s found it when Finn’s whole body shudders and his cock twitches in Kurt’s mouth.
Smirking to himself Kurt presses his finger against Finn’s prostate, humming low in his throat at the same time, and Finn moans something into the gag before he’s coming again, the bitter liquid sliding down Kurt’s throat as he tries not to focus on the taste, and he continues to suckle at Finn’s cock as he slips his finger out and moves back.
He presses a sucking kiss to the head of the taller teen’s limp member, getting a weak groan in response, before moving back and snagging a nearby bottle of water to pour down his throat.
Truth be told the flavor isn’t nearly as intense now that he’s back to being a human, but it’s still not something he’d want to experience every day (plus the calories would kill him. Seriously).
And now he really needs to get off, so he throws his leg over Finn’s and flattens his body out, riding the other’s thigh and he’s so close already that it doesn’t take long before he’s coming with a gasp, feeling the sticky, hot fluid splattering against his own chest and Finn’s lower stomach.
Finn mumbles something at him, eyes obviously asking for something, and Kurt still has the presence of mind to shake his head and mutter, “wait,” before he’s staggering to the washroom.
He knows Finn will want to cuddle, and he knows that if that happens they’re going to wake up with dried cum stuck between their bodies and that won’t be pleasant for either of them.
Grabbing a washcloth, he wets it under the tap and stares at his reflection: eyes too-bright and lust-sated, a lazy smile on his face, and his neck and chest a rather vibrant shade of red.
God, it’s been far too long since he could do this (and it sounds horribly vain of him to admit, but he’s missed seeing his own reflection).
He wipes of his own chest absently, wrinkling his nose, before going back into the room and cleaning off Finn (and yes, he knows he’s being a little cruel by not letting the other boy go first), dropping the washcloth on the floor because he can’t be bothered to go all the way to the washroom again.
Flopping on top of Finn, he finally undoes the scarf and eases the gag out, smirking at Finn’s glassy eyes and the way he still can’t seem to catch his breath. “You okay?”
“Um…” he tries, mouth moving soundlessly, and Kurt snags the key to the handcuffs and undoes them before urging Finn to sit up and grabbing the water bottle, helping him drink until his throat isn’t so parched. “Yeah. Okay. C’mere,” Finn pulls him close so they can kiss; deep and heady and Kurt knows that no matter how often they do this each time is going to make him feel like it’s the first.
Finn just has that effect on him, he supposes.
“Kurt, dude, that was…”
“I know. I told you it was intense,” Kurt laughs and reaches for Finn’s arm.
“I’m cool. It didn’t hurt,” Finn promises, pressing his nose against Kurt hair. “But I’m kinda beat, so can we go to sleep?”
“Yes. Of course,” Kurt moves away so they can both get under the covers before Finn wraps him up again, smiling at him in the dim light of the room.
“You were still worried, weren’t you?”
“Hmm?” Kurt asks, mindlessly tracing patterns on the skin of Finn’s chest with his index finger.
“That when you changed back I’d run away,” Finn clarifies, and Kurt glances up to meet his eyes. “You were, right?”
“No. At least, not by the end. I was fairly sure with what we’ve been through that you wouldn’t leave,” Kurt admits.
“I’d have been worried,” Finn shrugs. “I mean, if Blaine were still single. But he’s not, ‘cuz he’s got Sam, so you wouldn’t run…”
Kurt shuts him up with a rather firm kiss, fingers tightening around Finn’s arm. “Finn Hudson, get it through your thick skull that I’m not going to pick Blaine over you. Ever. Okay?”
“Scary,” Finn gulps, giving Kurt a sheepish smile before nodding his head. “And I get that, but…”
“Never,” Kurt promises, speaking softly, and Finn just stares at him for a while. “Now go to sleep,” he runs his fingers carefully over Finn’s eyelids, closing the other boy’s eyes for him, and Finn snuffles and nuzzles his nose between Kurt’s neck and shoulder, blindly pressing light kisses to his skin.
“Love you,” Finn mumbles against his skin, and Kurt knows he’ll never get tired of hearing Finn say those words and mean them.
He shifts them again so they can kiss more comfortably, their touches getting lazier and lazier until they’re basically just breathing into each other’s mouths, and Kurt sinks farther into Finn’s embrace and knows that this is where he belongs.
And it might have taken him turning into a monster for both of them to see that, but right now, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
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Notes:
1. Well, my friends, we’re almost at the end! Just the epilogue left since basically everybody wanted it (and, let’s face it, I’m not going to turn down the chance to write actual smutty-smut xP)
2. Once again, thank you all so much for all the incredibly kind comments/reviews/everythings you’ve given to this fic; it means so much to me as an author and I’m glad my original zany idea brought enjoyment to so many people. Also, despite what some people seem to think, I definitely think I can take this as firm proof that Finn/Kurt as pairing is most certainly not dead, and I’m rather happy about that ^_^
3. Um, if you haven’t seen my new fic, it’s up on my page (it’s a pirate AU, in case anybody is wondering about that, but I got the prompt and I couldn’t not run with it). So that’s most likely what I’ll be working on next.
4. Again, thank you all for sticking with me, and I hope to see you back for the epilogue :)
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt, minor Blaine/Kurt and Blaine/Sam
Chapter: 38/38 + epilogue
Word Count: 3267
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: (Vampire!Kurt, so completely AU) The good news about all of this is that there’s a cure. The bad news, of course, is what the cure actually is.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I’m done with them. :)
Caligo Nox Noctis
Chapter Thirty-Eight
He wakes up with a start, eyes snapping open as he realizes that he’s lying in bed instead of on the couch.
“Kurt?” Sam’s leaning over him, looking concerned, and Kurt blinks a few times before answering.
“Am I…what…”
“Sam and I got back just after you changed,” Blaine’s sitting beside the bed, holding his hand, and Kurt looks at him in confusion for a few seconds before he remembers.
“I…did it work?”
“Well, your hand’s warm, at least,” the dark-haired boy tells him with a fond smile. “That’s a start.”
“Open your mouth,” Sam prompts and he does, cautiously touching his tongue to his eye teeth and feeling immense relief when it doesn’t come away bleeding.
That’s it, then.
It’s over.
“I’m human,” he sighs, giving Blaine’s hand a squeeze. “Finally.”
“You need anything?” Sam asks, looking hesitant before he reaches to smooth Kurt’s hair back out of his eyes. “You’ll probably need a few hours to adjust so you should stay in bed, but if you’re hungry or thirsty or anything…”
“Just water. Please,” Kurt requests and the blonde nods and heads out of the room. “Where’s Finn?” he asks Blaine, who snorts.
“Bathroom. Had to pick the worst time to go.”
“As always,” Kurt rolls his eyes as he hears heavy footsteps on the floor and turns to see Finn coming out of the washroom. “Hey.”
“Hey. Feeling better?” Finn looks hesitant, staring between Kurt and Blaine, and Kurt shakes his head and reaches out his free hand.
“Get over here.”
“Cool,” Finn shuffles over before settling himself beside Kurt on the bed and Kurt reaches up instinctively, pulling Finn’s head down and kissing him without, for once, worrying about his fangs.
“I’ll leave you two alone, then, shall I?”
Kurt pulls away and gives Blaine a sheepish smile. “Sorry. Just…”
“I get it. But can you keep your hands off of each other at least until Sam gets back with your water?” Blaine requests, and Kurt nods as Sam pads back down the stairs with a glass.
“Here you go.”
“Thanks,” Kurt sips at the water gratefully, noting that he can’t tell anymore if it’s bottled or just from their home filter, and it’s a little sad but he’s sure he’ll get used to having reduced senses soon enough.
Blaine and Sam drift upstairs after a few moments and Kurt sets the water aside and flops back in the bed, burrowing under the covers. “Tired?” Finn asks, fingers running through his hair, and Kurt looks up at him briefly.
“Yeah. Exhausted.”
“Go to sleep, then,” Finn urges, bending down to press a kiss to his forehead. “I wanna wait up until Mom and Burt get home so I can explain everything to them and then I’ll join you. Cool?”
“Great,” Kurt yawns and sinks into the pillow, closing his eyes.
He’s asleep before Finn’s even left the basement.
000
“And we remembered what you’d said about your father being all you had, so the two of us were just checking to make sure you’re doing alright,” Blaine says, staring at the boy across the table from them, and Derek gives them a tremulous smile as he wraps his hands around the cup of coffee he’s drinking.
“Well, thank you for the offer, but I think I’ll be okay,” Derek admits, looking at least a little happier. “The boy who died during the last new moon…his father was close to mine, and he’s offered to take me in and pay for my last year at Dalton so I won’t have to change schools.”
“That’s great,” Blaine gives him a genuine smile and Kurt can’t help but admire his friend. He’s angry enough at Derek but Blaine was the one the other boy stabbed in the chest and yet there they are conversing like old friends.
Kurt smiles thinly and tries to get in on the conversation, realizing that Derek isn’t such a bad guy once he’s not doing his father’s evil bidding.
Kurt doesn’t think they’ll ever be best friends, but at least they won’t be enemies any longer.
Even though he’ll still never forgive the other boy for what he did to Blaine.
000
“You could have…told me…this is where you…ah, God…lived…” Blaine forces out, each exhalation a breathy gasp as he grinds his hips down against Sam’s.
“Mm, you’d…you would have…” Sam can’t finish his sentence and just throws his head back, Blaine nipping and sucking at his throat as he grips the shorter boy’s hips and pulls him down. “I’m so…”
“Yeah?”
“Are…”
“Oh, God, yes,” Blaine groans, squeezing his eyes shut and driving his hips down once more and that’s all it takes, both of them coming at the same time and muffling their moans into each other’s mouths.
“Wow,” Sam’s comment has become almost customary now but he sounds utterly sincere each time, which Blaine appreciates. “I just…dude…”
“Yeah,” Blaine agrees, flopping on top of the other boy and letting his cheek rest against Sam’s sweat-sticky chest.
Sam rests a hand on his back, fingers flexing gently against his skin, and they’re quiet for a moment; the only sound is the television blaring from next door. “So, what were you trying to say?” he asks after a while, sounding half-asleep.
“If I’d have known you were living in a motel…”
“Stop,” Sam presses a little harder on his back to emphasize his point before shifting them, rolling Blaine onto his back and propping himself up. “I know your family has money. But trust me, Blaine, my parents are really proud and they won’t accept charity…especially from people they don’t even know. They’d appreciate the offer but it’s better if you don’t start,” Sam tells him softly and Blaine looks around the shabby motel room, wondering how five people could live there on a regular basis.
The only reason he and Sam have it to themselves for tonight is that both of his younger siblings have a choir performance at their school and Sam had feigned a headache to get his parents to leave him in the motel. Seeing as how Sam’s whole family lives in one room and Blaine’s a guest in the Hummel/Hudson household it’s not easy for the two of them to get privacy.
So their time together is incredibly limited and Blaine doesn’t want to spend it arguing so he decides not to press the issue, merely nodding his agreement as Sam sighs and bends down to kiss him. “We’ve got about a half hour before they’ll be back,” Sam tells him between kisses, flopping beside Blaine and reaching to run a hand down his chest.
He stops at the scar left behind by Derek’s knife and runs his thumb along the rough skin cautiously, looking at Blaine with a rather obvious tenderness in his eyes.
“I’m fine,” Blaine doesn’t want to talk about this, either.
“But you might not have been,” Sam notes, speaking quietly. “And if you hadn’t been I’d never have known…”
“I know,” Blaine kisses him to stop this explanation and pulls him close. He knows that Sam isn’t in love with him but he also knows that he’s never felt this way about anybody else except Kurt, and that’s got to mean something. “But I’m fine, and I’m here, and we’ve got half an hour to make out.”
“Sounds good to me,” Sam pushes himself up again and kisses him, deepening the kiss as soon as Blaine opens his mouth.
And while it’s only been a few months since this whole thing’s started, it feels more like a lifetime.
But Kurt’s safe and happy and he’s got Sam out of it all, so all things considered, it was worth it.
So worth it.
000
“Mmph…God…just…”
“Quiet or I’ll have to gag you,” Kurt tells him, talented mouth making its way down his chest, and Finn strains against the handcuffs and bucks upward, trying to press his body closer. Kurt’s hands on his flesh are almost like branding irons; hot and searing after being ice-cold for so long and it’s driving him crazy.
“Can’t…I…”
“Finn,” Kurt slithers up his body so they’re face-to-face, reaching a hand up to stroke Finn’s cheek. “You couldn’t wait, I get that. But Dad and Carole are upstairs and we can’t risk them hearing us.”
“I know. I just…” Finn gasps as Kurt skims his thumb over a hardened nipple, stifling a moan at the action. “God, Kurt, if you don’t…”
“Then I won’t,” Kurt smirks at him, looking remarkably more innocent now that the fangs are gone.
“You’re close already, aren’t you?”
“I…”
“The moment I start to suck you off you’re going to come, and that won’t be any fun for me,” Kurt looks rather evil as he keeps running his hand down Finn’s chest. “So, I’ve got an idea to take the edge off.”
“Yes…anything…just…”
“Good,” Kurt kisses him softly, barely pressing their lips together before he’s skidding down again and rolling one of Finn’s nipples between his fingers as Finn yelps and tries to muffle his shouts as best he can.
Kurt’s smirking, he can tell, but he stops thinking about that as the shorter teen laves his tongue over Finn’s other nipple, sucking gently before biting at the stiff flesh and Finn moans, not even trying to stay quiet.
God, he’s been going about this all wrong if he was this sensitive there all along. He can feel his hardened cock pressing against the fabric of his boxer shorts and tries to shift his hips, getting as much friction as he can . Kurt keeps playing with his nipples, tongue and teeth on one and those long, slender fingers on the other, and Finn closes his eyes and whimpers as it gets to be almost too much.
“Kurt…Kurt, if you touch me, I’ll…”
And Kurt slides his free hand down and squeezes him through his boxers as he comes with a shout, wide eyes staring at the ceiling and hands tugging at his bonds.
He lays there for a few minutes, panting, and he barely registers Kurt getting off the bed and rustling around in the closet before he comes back. Finn’s still floating in a post-coital haze and he gives Kurt what’s probably a rather dopey smile as the other boy clambers back onto the bed. “Hey, dude.”
“Hey,” Kurt says softly, kissing him. “That take the edge off? Think you’ll make it more than five seconds if I give you a blowjob?”
“Mm,” Finn shrugs as best he can. “Yeah. Probably.”
“Good. Here,” he holds up a scarf and Finn looks at it curiously. “Dad and Carole may let a little noise go but if you keep howling the way you did they’re going to come investigate and that’s the last thing we want. So if we’re going any farther you’ll need to keep quiet,” he brandishes the scarf.
“Um, no offense, but isn’t that, like, too expensive to get slobber all over?” Finn asks, furrowing his brow.
“It’s something my dad bought me,” Kurt sighs. “I asked him for Hermes; he bought me H&M with the excuse that both words had an ‘H’ and an ‘M’ in them. Needless to say, this cost about $5 so it’s completely expendable. Now, open your mouth,” he prompts as Finn shakes his head.
“Um…can I get a kiss first?”
“Of course, sweetie,” Kurt sighs and bends down, kissing him tenderly and stroking his hair back. “I love you. So much.”
“I know,” Finn nods. “Love you, too.”
“Great. Now open your mouth,” he says and Finn complies, feeling the rough fabric press against his tongue. “Bite down,” Kurt instructs and Finn does that as well, pressing his nose against Kurt’s chest as the other boy reaches around him to tie the scarf behind his head. “I’m sorry, but this is for the best.”
Finn nods, knowing it’s true. And heck, if it’s between being gagged and not getting a blowjob, he’ll pick the first one any day of the week.
Kurt gazes at him fondly for a few more seconds before working his way back down Finn’s long body, stripping his underwear off with a smooth motion and dropping them on the floor.
Finn closes his eyes and moans a little through the gag because he has a feeling he’s never going to forget this.
000
Kurt, for his part, is feeling a little intimidated. Sure, Finn’s sucked him off a couple of times and didn’t seem to mind it, and Kurt’s practiced on popsicles and bananas and anything he could find to get him ready, but it’s still a Big Step in his mind.
But now’s not the time to dwell on that, and he runs a hand down Finn’s limp cock, smearing cum down the length of it as Finn jerks at his touch, cock twitching and starting to fill again.
“This still won’t take long, will it?” he laughs and slicks his fingers with Finn’s cum, wondering if the other boy will let him go that far and then realizing that, since Finn’s kind of cuffed to the bed, he doesn’t have a choice.
He darts out his tongue to lick the tip of Finn’s cock, sliding his mouth over the end and sucking gently as Finn mumbles something through the gag.
Taking this as a good sign, he moves down farther, opening his throat and taking as much of Finn in as he can and it’s a little weird and the stretch is uncomfortable but Finn’s twisting and writhing beneath him and just knowing that he’s the one that’s making this happen makes everything that’s strange more than worth it.
He fondles Finn’s balls with one hand, using the other to hold down the taller boy’s hips as he bucks at the action.
And really, Kurt knows this is going to be over soon enough anyway so why draw it out?
Plus, after all of this, he’s achingly hard and in need of relief and the sooner he can get Finn off, the sooner he can come himself.
So he rubs his fingers together again, making sure they’re slick, and presses the tip of one to Finn’s entrance as the other boy whines.
He takes Finn as far as he can into his throat, pressing his finger in at the same time, and Finn relaxes enough to let him stroke in deeply, his fingertip seeking that certain spot and he knows he’s found it when Finn’s whole body shudders and his cock twitches in Kurt’s mouth.
Smirking to himself Kurt presses his finger against Finn’s prostate, humming low in his throat at the same time, and Finn moans something into the gag before he’s coming again, the bitter liquid sliding down Kurt’s throat as he tries not to focus on the taste, and he continues to suckle at Finn’s cock as he slips his finger out and moves back.
He presses a sucking kiss to the head of the taller teen’s limp member, getting a weak groan in response, before moving back and snagging a nearby bottle of water to pour down his throat.
Truth be told the flavor isn’t nearly as intense now that he’s back to being a human, but it’s still not something he’d want to experience every day (plus the calories would kill him. Seriously).
And now he really needs to get off, so he throws his leg over Finn’s and flattens his body out, riding the other’s thigh and he’s so close already that it doesn’t take long before he’s coming with a gasp, feeling the sticky, hot fluid splattering against his own chest and Finn’s lower stomach.
Finn mumbles something at him, eyes obviously asking for something, and Kurt still has the presence of mind to shake his head and mutter, “wait,” before he’s staggering to the washroom.
He knows Finn will want to cuddle, and he knows that if that happens they’re going to wake up with dried cum stuck between their bodies and that won’t be pleasant for either of them.
Grabbing a washcloth, he wets it under the tap and stares at his reflection: eyes too-bright and lust-sated, a lazy smile on his face, and his neck and chest a rather vibrant shade of red.
God, it’s been far too long since he could do this (and it sounds horribly vain of him to admit, but he’s missed seeing his own reflection).
He wipes of his own chest absently, wrinkling his nose, before going back into the room and cleaning off Finn (and yes, he knows he’s being a little cruel by not letting the other boy go first), dropping the washcloth on the floor because he can’t be bothered to go all the way to the washroom again.
Flopping on top of Finn, he finally undoes the scarf and eases the gag out, smirking at Finn’s glassy eyes and the way he still can’t seem to catch his breath. “You okay?”
“Um…” he tries, mouth moving soundlessly, and Kurt snags the key to the handcuffs and undoes them before urging Finn to sit up and grabbing the water bottle, helping him drink until his throat isn’t so parched. “Yeah. Okay. C’mere,” Finn pulls him close so they can kiss; deep and heady and Kurt knows that no matter how often they do this each time is going to make him feel like it’s the first.
Finn just has that effect on him, he supposes.
“Kurt, dude, that was…”
“I know. I told you it was intense,” Kurt laughs and reaches for Finn’s arm.
“I’m cool. It didn’t hurt,” Finn promises, pressing his nose against Kurt hair. “But I’m kinda beat, so can we go to sleep?”
“Yes. Of course,” Kurt moves away so they can both get under the covers before Finn wraps him up again, smiling at him in the dim light of the room.
“You were still worried, weren’t you?”
“Hmm?” Kurt asks, mindlessly tracing patterns on the skin of Finn’s chest with his index finger.
“That when you changed back I’d run away,” Finn clarifies, and Kurt glances up to meet his eyes. “You were, right?”
“No. At least, not by the end. I was fairly sure with what we’ve been through that you wouldn’t leave,” Kurt admits.
“I’d have been worried,” Finn shrugs. “I mean, if Blaine were still single. But he’s not, ‘cuz he’s got Sam, so you wouldn’t run…”
Kurt shuts him up with a rather firm kiss, fingers tightening around Finn’s arm. “Finn Hudson, get it through your thick skull that I’m not going to pick Blaine over you. Ever. Okay?”
“Scary,” Finn gulps, giving Kurt a sheepish smile before nodding his head. “And I get that, but…”
“Never,” Kurt promises, speaking softly, and Finn just stares at him for a while. “Now go to sleep,” he runs his fingers carefully over Finn’s eyelids, closing the other boy’s eyes for him, and Finn snuffles and nuzzles his nose between Kurt’s neck and shoulder, blindly pressing light kisses to his skin.
“Love you,” Finn mumbles against his skin, and Kurt knows he’ll never get tired of hearing Finn say those words and mean them.
He shifts them again so they can kiss more comfortably, their touches getting lazier and lazier until they’re basically just breathing into each other’s mouths, and Kurt sinks farther into Finn’s embrace and knows that this is where he belongs.
And it might have taken him turning into a monster for both of them to see that, but right now, he wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
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Notes:
1. Well, my friends, we’re almost at the end! Just the epilogue left since basically everybody wanted it (and, let’s face it, I’m not going to turn down the chance to write actual smutty-smut xP)
2. Once again, thank you all so much for all the incredibly kind comments/reviews/everythings you’ve given to this fic; it means so much to me as an author and I’m glad my original zany idea brought enjoyment to so many people. Also, despite what some people seem to think, I definitely think I can take this as firm proof that Finn/Kurt as pairing is most certainly not dead, and I’m rather happy about that ^_^
3. Um, if you haven’t seen my new fic, it’s up on my page (it’s a pirate AU, in case anybody is wondering about that, but I got the prompt and I couldn’t not run with it). So that’s most likely what I’ll be working on next.
4. Again, thank you all for sticking with me, and I hope to see you back for the epilogue :)