Glee-Fic: Zephyr's Breath, Chapter Thirteen (Finn/Kurt, Blaine/Sam)
Title:Zephyr’s Breath
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt, minor Blaine/Sam
Chapter: 13/?
Word Count: 2783
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Kurt Hummel is the captain of a feared pirate ship, the Zephyr's Breath, but everything changes when he finds a young man who is the sole survivor of a shipwreck.
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. :)
Zephyr’s Breath
Chapter Thirteen
Kurt opened his eyes slowly, warm and sated as he felt Finn’s comforting weight at his back, and studied the small hut. The sun was shining in through the smoke vent and he marked the time to be somewhere around noon which was, on a normal basis, abysmally late but considering that they had nowhere important to go he was willing to let it be for the moment.
Finn made a small movement behind him, just enough to let Kurt know he was awake, and Kurt reached back to curl his fingers around Finn’s hip and hold him in position.
“Stay.”
“I just need to relieve myself,” Finn promised, kissing the back of his neck, his warm breath ticklish against the fine hairs there. “I shall be back in a moment.”
“Mm,” Kurt realized how eloquent he was being but he dazedly watched Finn cross the hut and step behind the small screen of palm fronds for a little more privacy as he did his business, heading to the wash bucket to splash a bit of water over his face and neck before he shook his head like a hound and returned to the bed, the wet tips of his hair leaving tiny beads of moisture on Kurt’s skin.
Finn dipped his head and licked over the drops, rough tongue making Kurt shiver as his hands slid around Kurt’s body, moving lower as Kurt moaned.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes. Emphatically yes,” Kurt breathed, his voice a sigh, and he blinked open his eyes a moment later. “But you’re being awfully forward.”
“I realized that I’m okay with…this much of it. I enjoy touching you,” Finn sounded almost meek and Kurt had to laugh at that. “I don’t think I’m ready for…to be…”
“Inside of me?” Kurt questioned, rocking back instinctively as Finn’s rapidly hardening cock pressed against his backside.
“Yes. That,” Finn sounded almost as breathless as Kurt, moving against him as his hands moved ever lower and gasped Kurt’s swelling cock, fingers firm against his heated flesh as Kurt groaned rather wantonly, not really caring about the noises he was currently making.
“Mm.”
“Is that good?”
“Yes,” Kurt breathed out slowly, enjoying the lazy sensations.
He’d always imagined he could wake up like this with somebody and he truly, truly hoped that he could look forward to this every morning from now on.
Not necessarily the intimacy, of course, but the comfort of having somebody hold him; that was something he could so easily get used to.
“Ah, Finn,” he breathed, soft and yet urgent at the same time, and Finn’s hand increased its speed as he stroked Kurt from root to tip, thumb pressing gently against the head of the shorter man’s cock as he’d done the night before and, Kurt thought, it was completely unfair that Finn had apparently discovered one of his weaknesses so quickly.
“I take it you like that?” Finn’s voice was a low rumble in his ear and Kurt could feel his chest shake when he laughed he was pressed so close.
Kurt couldn’t really form words to answer so he just moaned quietly, hips moving up into Finn’s hand, and Finn kept lazily stroking him and kissing the back of his neck, rocking into him from behind and it was perfect.
But Finn, it seemed, had some rather noticeable issues when it came to holding out (Kurt had noticed it before and wondered what it would mean if they actually did engage in sodomy, but since Finn seemed a while away from being comfortable with that he supposed he wouldn’t have to worry about it at the moment).
They kept up their slow pace, Kurt languidly moving between Finn’s hand and his body like a boat in a gentle current, and he could feel himself hanging on the edge for a while until Finn gave a rather sharp twist of his wrist that had him reaching his completion, moaning softly as he did so and as Finn’s hips against him started to thrust faster, Kurt pushing back in time with his movements until Finn’s entire body shuddered and he climaxed with a low groan, Kurt feeling the hot fluid running between his thighs and it was so, so close to having Finn inside of him and yet incredibly far away.
Finn was panting against his neck, sharp puffs of breath he could feel on his skin, and he rubbed against the other man’s softening cock for a few moments before stilling, knowing that he’d have to wash but really not wishing to break the moment.
“Oh,” Finn breathed against his skin, sounding content, and Kurt stretched before deciding to move as he stepped out of the bed and went to the basin, washing himself off and running the cloth between his thighs before bringing it to the bed and throwing the blankets back, cleaning Finn off tenderly as the other man smiled at him, an undeniable warmth in his deep brown eyes. “Kurt…”
“Mm-hmm?” Kurt continued his task, cleaning up all of their shared fluids, and Finn didn’t speak any more as he took his freshly-cleaned hand and pulled Kurt into a wet kiss, smiling against Kurt’s mouth as the captain let himself relax into the touch. “You liked that?”
“Nice way to start the day,” Finn replied with a shrug, seemingly comfortable in his own skin around Kurt as he made no move to cover himself again.
“I’m glad you agree. But since it’s gone noon by now perhaps we should make our way into the world?” Kurt suggested, pressing another kiss to Finn’s lips before moving back. “Shall we?”
“Of course,” Finn gave him another lazy smile before getting out of the bed and stretching, heading to dress as Kurt pulled his own clothes on.
He was betting that, once they emerged, every single person on his crew would know what he was up to.
And if he was being honest with himself, he was completely okay with that.
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“I still think it’s a mistake for you to come.”
“I wanted to see Beth,” Finn replied, fiddling with his clothing. They’d managed to raid another merchant vessel en route to Port Royal and Kurt had decided it was high time he paid William a visit and found out what more he could about the Raven’s doings in the last little while. Finn had wanted to come with and Kurt, despite knowing that the other man would more than likely have a large bounty on his head by now, was not willing to turn him down.
“Quinn’s daughter?’
“Yes. I made my it my business to watch over her while Quinn couldn’t be around and she…I think of her as my own,” Finn admitted, looking at the ground, and Kurt subtly bumped his elbow.
“You’re rather soft at heart, aren’t you, Finnegan Hudson?” he asked quietly and Finn nodded in agreement as they headed for the Inn that William liked to frequent.
Kurt opened the door and spotted the man they were looking for at the counter, moving quickly through the half-full room but hanging back once he saw that the older man was deep in conversation with somebody.
At least, until that somebody raised his head and Kurt felt tears spring into his eyes unwittingly as he gazed at the newcomer. “Father?” he asked, his voice a hopeful whisper, but there was no mistaking the other man.
“Kurt?” his father blinked, looking shocked, and Kurt couldn’t really blame him. It was probably rare for a pirate captain to stride through a Navy-controlled town in broad daylight, but Kurt was just as surprised to see his father in Port Royal. While his father did a good business repairing ships in a small village a few islands over and people were willing to make the journey from Port Royal to get quality repairs, his father rarely ventured into the town proper and Kurt hadn’t seen him in, at this point, a few years.
He’d wanted to.
Of course he’d wanted to.
But the last thing he needed was for people to associate his name with his father’s and cause his customers to seek business elsewhere because his son was a notorious pirate captain.
“Father!” Kurt couldn’t hold back his tears as he threw his arms around the older man, feeling safe and protected in his embrace. It wasn’t the same protection that he felt in Finn’s arms, of course. It was just…familiar, and utterly comforting, and Kurt truly loved his father.
He truly did.
“Kurt,” his father sounded rather close to tears himself which was a rarity because, in Kurt’s experience, Burt Hummel almost never cried. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask the same question of you,” Kurt laughed. “But I’m starting to suspect we’re both here for the same reason. Business has been slow, has it not?”
“That hell-ship is keeping the customers away,” his father growled and Kurt couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yes, the Raven’s getting to be a major issue. Have you had any news of her, William?”
“Not much more than you know, I’m sure,” Will came to hug him as well. “How have you been, Kurt? It’s been a long while.”
“We…ran into a spot of trouble with the Navy, as you know, and…”
“And I see Finnegan helped you out of that trouble,” Will smiled at Finn, who returned it heartily. “I hope you know what a risk you took in bringing him back here, Kurt. As a wanted man…”
“Wait, wanted? It was mere days ago!” Finn protested, a bit of fear creeping into his eyes, and Kurt tried to do his best to reassure him.
“It isn’t surprising. You’re a new recruit, you were recognized by that officer, and then when the pirates escape you miraculously disappear? Anybody could put two and two together on that count, Finn,” he was forced to point out. “Plus there’s something utterly newsworthy about the son of possibly the most respected officer to ever sail the Spanish Main turning pirate,” he had to grin at that and Finn shrugged in agreement.
“You have a point.”
“You’re Christopher Hudson’s son?” his father asked and Kurt was betting Finn was rather weary of hearing those words.
“I am.”
“I knew your father. Not well, but he always checked in with my shipbuilding company to make sure we weren’t being bothered by pirates. Kurt met him a few times…”
“You failed to mention this,” Finn turned to Kurt, looking surprised, and Kurt sighed and shook his head.
“I was extremely young and didn’t know much about him other than that he stopped by every few months. He died when you were…how old?”
“It’s hard to say,” Finn scrubbed at his hair before lowering his hand. “We received the news when I was nearing my sixth birthday but with how long it takes messages to travel across the ocean it could been mere months or years, so I really could not give you an exact date,” he reached absently to adjust his collar, the tiny pendant around his neck catching the light, and Kurt saw his father’s eyes widen when he realized what it was.
His father knew about his…persuasions, of course, and he was accepting of it despite not being a pirate himself. He knew that Kurt could not change that part of himself and he loved him no less for it which Kurt was more than grateful for.
However, whether his father would approve of Finn was a different matter entirely.
“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced despite me knowing your name. I’m Burt Hummel, Kurt’s father,” his father stood and held out a hand, Finn taking it to return the clasp after a moment.
“Finnegan Hudson, but you knew that.”
“I did. Has…Kurt explained to you the story behind the necklace you’re wearing?” he asked slowly and Kurt watched Finn’s eyes widen, obviously thinking up excuses as to why he had the necklace.
“It’s okay, Finn,” Kurt promised, locking eyes with the taller man. “You can tell him.”
“Then yes, he has. I know what it represents,” Finn nodded and Kurt’s father looked relieved.
“Well, as I said, your father was an amazing man and if you are a quarter of the man he was I know you’ll be perfect for my son,” he nodded after a moment and Finn broke out into a rather happy smile.
“Thank you, Mr. Hummel. I promise that nothing will happen to Kurt so long as I have a say in it. I care for him deeply,” Finn was rather obviously blushing but Kurt thought the words were incredibly sweet and well-intentioned and he was willing to bet his father was having similar thoughts.
“As I said, I believe you are trustworthy. You seem an honest man, Finnegan Hudson,” his father pursed his lips and nodded after a moment and Finn looked to Kurt, eyes shining with happiness. “Your mother is still in England, I presume?”
“Ireland, actually,” Finn replied.
“Has she ever considered making the trip across the sea?”
“Perhaps,” Finn shrugged. “We really have no other family back home but, at the moment, I would not risk letting her come here, nor going there on a passenger ship. Not after…” he stopped, mouth snapping closed, and Kurt decided to take over.
“The passenger boat Finn took from England was attacked by the Raven; he was the sole survivor. That was actually how I met him; we discovered the wreckage and saved him,” Kurt explained quietly. “And with the increased attacks on nearly every passenger ship sailing these waters, I wouldn’t trust anybody to go on that voyage.”
“What about the Navy? Can’t they take on the Raven?” Kurt’s father turned back to William, who sighed and took a drink of his ale. “It should be their responsibility!”
“It should be, but the fact is that any Navy ship with enough guns and men to feasibly attack the Raven is far too slow to ever catch her, so ambush is the only option and, as I’m sure Kurt can attest, pirate ships just don’t get ambushed because they’re always on the alert,” he looked to Kurt, who looked sheepish for a moment.
“Well, to be fair, we were ambushed, but that was because we’d come through a storm and couldn’t see what lay on the horizon. But that would take an incredible stroke of luck and the chances of it happening again are almost none,” Kurt admitted.
“Kurt, he said trouble, not capture. What happened?” his father asked seriously, which was only to be expected, and Kurt decided telling his father he was mere hours away from a noose around his neck wasn’t the best course of action.
“We were really in no danger, Father. Finn saved us,” he smiled at the taller man for a second before continuing. “And Will is right. No ship can catch the Raven under full sail.”
“No ship except the Zephyr’s Breath,” Will muttered and Kurt nodded. “I believe the Navy is rather hoping that you pirates will take care of yourselves by taking down each other, but…”
“We don’t have the crew to face the Raven. We’d be killed in an instant,” Kurt shrugged, because it was the truth. “If all of the pirate ships in the Caribbean banded together perhaps we could take her on but that would be impossible, and even between us and the Sea Canary we’d still be sorely outnumbered,” he sighed and shook his head. “For now we just have to wait it out and hope an opportunity to confront them presents itself.”
“Right,” Will nodded. “Are the two of you staying in town for the night?”
“May as well,” Kurt looked to Finn, who nodded. “Think it’s possible to find us a room?”
“One room, Kurt?” his father looked rather disapproving and Kurt sighed and grasped the older man’s shoulders.
“Father, I’m a grown man.”
“I know, son. It’s just…”
“I know,” Kurt echoed his words and let himself be drawn into another embrace, inhaling his father’s scent.
“Think you can join your old father for breakfast tomorrow? You and Finn?”
“I think that should be possible,” Kurt nodded, taking a seat beside his father as Finn sat on the other side of him and William ordered another round of ales.
And, sitting between his father and his, well, he supposes he can call Finn his lover despite not yet officially joining with him yet, the world seemed pretty good.
He couldn’t help feeling that it would all fall apart on the morrow, but he tried to ignore the warnings in his mind and just enjoyed the company.
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Notes:
1. The beginning of this was NOT supposed to happen that way, but those boys can’t keep their hands off of each other. Obviously xP
2. And I wanted to get Burt into the story somehow, so Burt’s in the story. Yay!
3. That’s about it! Thanks so much for the continued support on this fic, guys!! You’re awesome :D
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt, minor Blaine/Sam
Chapter: 13/?
Word Count: 2783
Spoilers: Let’s say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Kurt Hummel is the captain of a feared pirate ship, the Zephyr's Breath, but everything changes when he finds a young man who is the sole survivor of a shipwreck.
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. :)
Zephyr’s Breath
Chapter Thirteen
Kurt opened his eyes slowly, warm and sated as he felt Finn’s comforting weight at his back, and studied the small hut. The sun was shining in through the smoke vent and he marked the time to be somewhere around noon which was, on a normal basis, abysmally late but considering that they had nowhere important to go he was willing to let it be for the moment.
Finn made a small movement behind him, just enough to let Kurt know he was awake, and Kurt reached back to curl his fingers around Finn’s hip and hold him in position.
“Stay.”
“I just need to relieve myself,” Finn promised, kissing the back of his neck, his warm breath ticklish against the fine hairs there. “I shall be back in a moment.”
“Mm,” Kurt realized how eloquent he was being but he dazedly watched Finn cross the hut and step behind the small screen of palm fronds for a little more privacy as he did his business, heading to the wash bucket to splash a bit of water over his face and neck before he shook his head like a hound and returned to the bed, the wet tips of his hair leaving tiny beads of moisture on Kurt’s skin.
Finn dipped his head and licked over the drops, rough tongue making Kurt shiver as his hands slid around Kurt’s body, moving lower as Kurt moaned.
“Is this okay?”
“Yes. Emphatically yes,” Kurt breathed, his voice a sigh, and he blinked open his eyes a moment later. “But you’re being awfully forward.”
“I realized that I’m okay with…this much of it. I enjoy touching you,” Finn sounded almost meek and Kurt had to laugh at that. “I don’t think I’m ready for…to be…”
“Inside of me?” Kurt questioned, rocking back instinctively as Finn’s rapidly hardening cock pressed against his backside.
“Yes. That,” Finn sounded almost as breathless as Kurt, moving against him as his hands moved ever lower and gasped Kurt’s swelling cock, fingers firm against his heated flesh as Kurt groaned rather wantonly, not really caring about the noises he was currently making.
“Mm.”
“Is that good?”
“Yes,” Kurt breathed out slowly, enjoying the lazy sensations.
He’d always imagined he could wake up like this with somebody and he truly, truly hoped that he could look forward to this every morning from now on.
Not necessarily the intimacy, of course, but the comfort of having somebody hold him; that was something he could so easily get used to.
“Ah, Finn,” he breathed, soft and yet urgent at the same time, and Finn’s hand increased its speed as he stroked Kurt from root to tip, thumb pressing gently against the head of the shorter man’s cock as he’d done the night before and, Kurt thought, it was completely unfair that Finn had apparently discovered one of his weaknesses so quickly.
“I take it you like that?” Finn’s voice was a low rumble in his ear and Kurt could feel his chest shake when he laughed he was pressed so close.
Kurt couldn’t really form words to answer so he just moaned quietly, hips moving up into Finn’s hand, and Finn kept lazily stroking him and kissing the back of his neck, rocking into him from behind and it was perfect.
But Finn, it seemed, had some rather noticeable issues when it came to holding out (Kurt had noticed it before and wondered what it would mean if they actually did engage in sodomy, but since Finn seemed a while away from being comfortable with that he supposed he wouldn’t have to worry about it at the moment).
They kept up their slow pace, Kurt languidly moving between Finn’s hand and his body like a boat in a gentle current, and he could feel himself hanging on the edge for a while until Finn gave a rather sharp twist of his wrist that had him reaching his completion, moaning softly as he did so and as Finn’s hips against him started to thrust faster, Kurt pushing back in time with his movements until Finn’s entire body shuddered and he climaxed with a low groan, Kurt feeling the hot fluid running between his thighs and it was so, so close to having Finn inside of him and yet incredibly far away.
Finn was panting against his neck, sharp puffs of breath he could feel on his skin, and he rubbed against the other man’s softening cock for a few moments before stilling, knowing that he’d have to wash but really not wishing to break the moment.
“Oh,” Finn breathed against his skin, sounding content, and Kurt stretched before deciding to move as he stepped out of the bed and went to the basin, washing himself off and running the cloth between his thighs before bringing it to the bed and throwing the blankets back, cleaning Finn off tenderly as the other man smiled at him, an undeniable warmth in his deep brown eyes. “Kurt…”
“Mm-hmm?” Kurt continued his task, cleaning up all of their shared fluids, and Finn didn’t speak any more as he took his freshly-cleaned hand and pulled Kurt into a wet kiss, smiling against Kurt’s mouth as the captain let himself relax into the touch. “You liked that?”
“Nice way to start the day,” Finn replied with a shrug, seemingly comfortable in his own skin around Kurt as he made no move to cover himself again.
“I’m glad you agree. But since it’s gone noon by now perhaps we should make our way into the world?” Kurt suggested, pressing another kiss to Finn’s lips before moving back. “Shall we?”
“Of course,” Finn gave him another lazy smile before getting out of the bed and stretching, heading to dress as Kurt pulled his own clothes on.
He was betting that, once they emerged, every single person on his crew would know what he was up to.
And if he was being honest with himself, he was completely okay with that.
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“I still think it’s a mistake for you to come.”
“I wanted to see Beth,” Finn replied, fiddling with his clothing. They’d managed to raid another merchant vessel en route to Port Royal and Kurt had decided it was high time he paid William a visit and found out what more he could about the Raven’s doings in the last little while. Finn had wanted to come with and Kurt, despite knowing that the other man would more than likely have a large bounty on his head by now, was not willing to turn him down.
“Quinn’s daughter?’
“Yes. I made my it my business to watch over her while Quinn couldn’t be around and she…I think of her as my own,” Finn admitted, looking at the ground, and Kurt subtly bumped his elbow.
“You’re rather soft at heart, aren’t you, Finnegan Hudson?” he asked quietly and Finn nodded in agreement as they headed for the Inn that William liked to frequent.
Kurt opened the door and spotted the man they were looking for at the counter, moving quickly through the half-full room but hanging back once he saw that the older man was deep in conversation with somebody.
At least, until that somebody raised his head and Kurt felt tears spring into his eyes unwittingly as he gazed at the newcomer. “Father?” he asked, his voice a hopeful whisper, but there was no mistaking the other man.
“Kurt?” his father blinked, looking shocked, and Kurt couldn’t really blame him. It was probably rare for a pirate captain to stride through a Navy-controlled town in broad daylight, but Kurt was just as surprised to see his father in Port Royal. While his father did a good business repairing ships in a small village a few islands over and people were willing to make the journey from Port Royal to get quality repairs, his father rarely ventured into the town proper and Kurt hadn’t seen him in, at this point, a few years.
He’d wanted to.
Of course he’d wanted to.
But the last thing he needed was for people to associate his name with his father’s and cause his customers to seek business elsewhere because his son was a notorious pirate captain.
“Father!” Kurt couldn’t hold back his tears as he threw his arms around the older man, feeling safe and protected in his embrace. It wasn’t the same protection that he felt in Finn’s arms, of course. It was just…familiar, and utterly comforting, and Kurt truly loved his father.
He truly did.
“Kurt,” his father sounded rather close to tears himself which was a rarity because, in Kurt’s experience, Burt Hummel almost never cried. “What are you doing here?”
“I could ask the same question of you,” Kurt laughed. “But I’m starting to suspect we’re both here for the same reason. Business has been slow, has it not?”
“That hell-ship is keeping the customers away,” his father growled and Kurt couldn’t help but laugh.
“Yes, the Raven’s getting to be a major issue. Have you had any news of her, William?”
“Not much more than you know, I’m sure,” Will came to hug him as well. “How have you been, Kurt? It’s been a long while.”
“We…ran into a spot of trouble with the Navy, as you know, and…”
“And I see Finnegan helped you out of that trouble,” Will smiled at Finn, who returned it heartily. “I hope you know what a risk you took in bringing him back here, Kurt. As a wanted man…”
“Wait, wanted? It was mere days ago!” Finn protested, a bit of fear creeping into his eyes, and Kurt tried to do his best to reassure him.
“It isn’t surprising. You’re a new recruit, you were recognized by that officer, and then when the pirates escape you miraculously disappear? Anybody could put two and two together on that count, Finn,” he was forced to point out. “Plus there’s something utterly newsworthy about the son of possibly the most respected officer to ever sail the Spanish Main turning pirate,” he had to grin at that and Finn shrugged in agreement.
“You have a point.”
“You’re Christopher Hudson’s son?” his father asked and Kurt was betting Finn was rather weary of hearing those words.
“I am.”
“I knew your father. Not well, but he always checked in with my shipbuilding company to make sure we weren’t being bothered by pirates. Kurt met him a few times…”
“You failed to mention this,” Finn turned to Kurt, looking surprised, and Kurt sighed and shook his head.
“I was extremely young and didn’t know much about him other than that he stopped by every few months. He died when you were…how old?”
“It’s hard to say,” Finn scrubbed at his hair before lowering his hand. “We received the news when I was nearing my sixth birthday but with how long it takes messages to travel across the ocean it could been mere months or years, so I really could not give you an exact date,” he reached absently to adjust his collar, the tiny pendant around his neck catching the light, and Kurt saw his father’s eyes widen when he realized what it was.
His father knew about his…persuasions, of course, and he was accepting of it despite not being a pirate himself. He knew that Kurt could not change that part of himself and he loved him no less for it which Kurt was more than grateful for.
However, whether his father would approve of Finn was a different matter entirely.
“I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced despite me knowing your name. I’m Burt Hummel, Kurt’s father,” his father stood and held out a hand, Finn taking it to return the clasp after a moment.
“Finnegan Hudson, but you knew that.”
“I did. Has…Kurt explained to you the story behind the necklace you’re wearing?” he asked slowly and Kurt watched Finn’s eyes widen, obviously thinking up excuses as to why he had the necklace.
“It’s okay, Finn,” Kurt promised, locking eyes with the taller man. “You can tell him.”
“Then yes, he has. I know what it represents,” Finn nodded and Kurt’s father looked relieved.
“Well, as I said, your father was an amazing man and if you are a quarter of the man he was I know you’ll be perfect for my son,” he nodded after a moment and Finn broke out into a rather happy smile.
“Thank you, Mr. Hummel. I promise that nothing will happen to Kurt so long as I have a say in it. I care for him deeply,” Finn was rather obviously blushing but Kurt thought the words were incredibly sweet and well-intentioned and he was willing to bet his father was having similar thoughts.
“As I said, I believe you are trustworthy. You seem an honest man, Finnegan Hudson,” his father pursed his lips and nodded after a moment and Finn looked to Kurt, eyes shining with happiness. “Your mother is still in England, I presume?”
“Ireland, actually,” Finn replied.
“Has she ever considered making the trip across the sea?”
“Perhaps,” Finn shrugged. “We really have no other family back home but, at the moment, I would not risk letting her come here, nor going there on a passenger ship. Not after…” he stopped, mouth snapping closed, and Kurt decided to take over.
“The passenger boat Finn took from England was attacked by the Raven; he was the sole survivor. That was actually how I met him; we discovered the wreckage and saved him,” Kurt explained quietly. “And with the increased attacks on nearly every passenger ship sailing these waters, I wouldn’t trust anybody to go on that voyage.”
“What about the Navy? Can’t they take on the Raven?” Kurt’s father turned back to William, who sighed and took a drink of his ale. “It should be their responsibility!”
“It should be, but the fact is that any Navy ship with enough guns and men to feasibly attack the Raven is far too slow to ever catch her, so ambush is the only option and, as I’m sure Kurt can attest, pirate ships just don’t get ambushed because they’re always on the alert,” he looked to Kurt, who looked sheepish for a moment.
“Well, to be fair, we were ambushed, but that was because we’d come through a storm and couldn’t see what lay on the horizon. But that would take an incredible stroke of luck and the chances of it happening again are almost none,” Kurt admitted.
“Kurt, he said trouble, not capture. What happened?” his father asked seriously, which was only to be expected, and Kurt decided telling his father he was mere hours away from a noose around his neck wasn’t the best course of action.
“We were really in no danger, Father. Finn saved us,” he smiled at the taller man for a second before continuing. “And Will is right. No ship can catch the Raven under full sail.”
“No ship except the Zephyr’s Breath,” Will muttered and Kurt nodded. “I believe the Navy is rather hoping that you pirates will take care of yourselves by taking down each other, but…”
“We don’t have the crew to face the Raven. We’d be killed in an instant,” Kurt shrugged, because it was the truth. “If all of the pirate ships in the Caribbean banded together perhaps we could take her on but that would be impossible, and even between us and the Sea Canary we’d still be sorely outnumbered,” he sighed and shook his head. “For now we just have to wait it out and hope an opportunity to confront them presents itself.”
“Right,” Will nodded. “Are the two of you staying in town for the night?”
“May as well,” Kurt looked to Finn, who nodded. “Think it’s possible to find us a room?”
“One room, Kurt?” his father looked rather disapproving and Kurt sighed and grasped the older man’s shoulders.
“Father, I’m a grown man.”
“I know, son. It’s just…”
“I know,” Kurt echoed his words and let himself be drawn into another embrace, inhaling his father’s scent.
“Think you can join your old father for breakfast tomorrow? You and Finn?”
“I think that should be possible,” Kurt nodded, taking a seat beside his father as Finn sat on the other side of him and William ordered another round of ales.
And, sitting between his father and his, well, he supposes he can call Finn his lover despite not yet officially joining with him yet, the world seemed pretty good.
He couldn’t help feeling that it would all fall apart on the morrow, but he tried to ignore the warnings in his mind and just enjoyed the company.
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Notes:
1. The beginning of this was NOT supposed to happen that way, but those boys can’t keep their hands off of each other. Obviously xP
2. And I wanted to get Burt into the story somehow, so Burt’s in the story. Yay!
3. That’s about it! Thanks so much for the continued support on this fic, guys!! You’re awesome :D