Glee-Fic: Zephyr's Breath, Chapter Nineteen (Finn/Kurt, Blaine/Sam)
Title:Zephyr’s Breath
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter. You all know what that means ;)
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt, minor Blaine/Sam
Chapter: 19/?
Word Count: 2752
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 Nineteen
“Crimson sailcloth?” Kurt questioned and Wes nodded enthusiastically. “Whatever for?”
“This ship…she is to be a ship of death, is she not? The death of the Midnight Raven?” the other captain countered. “And the Raven is a black ship, and while I’ve no doubt making our ship itself red would be a chore that would bear little fruit, can we not have red sails at the very least?”
“Do you have a name chosen already?” Kurt asked curiously, because Wes certainly sounded like he had a plan of sorts.
“Perhaps. But I’d rather not divulge that until the ship is completed.”
“Which will be soon,” Kurt assured him with a smile. “But yes, I believe we should be able to dye some sailcloth for your use. Finding replacement cloth of the exact same color may be a challenge but I have a feeling that is the least of your worries at the moment.”
“Indeed. So, it can be done?” the other man looked anticipatory and Kurt nodded in reply.
“Yes. It can be done.”
“Excellent. Thank you, Kurt,” Wes laid a hand on his arm before walking away and Kurt decided to head into the town proper to see if he could find some crimson dye.
The things he did for his friends.
000
“So. You wouldn’t happen to have room for an extra crew member, would you?”
“Are you qualified?” Kurt asked absently, looking through the shop. The advantage of being so close to Port Royal was that there was at least a competent seamstress in the town and she had enough clothing dye that he thought he could find a suitable color.
Of course he would need an ample amount of it to cover all of the sailcloth and that might cost a pretty penny, but he’d bargain with the owner when the time came.
“I can use a sword. And trust me, nobody would want to face me in battle,” the voice replied and Kurt finally looked up, seeing an ample woman with her arms crossed staring back at him.
“Well, that’s very nice, Miss…”
“Zizes. Lauren Zizes,” she replied and he nodded.
“Well, as I said, that’s very nice to want to join my crew, but it takes more than…”
“You talk to Noah Puckerman and then come back and give me an answer,” she told him brusquely before sweeping off and Kurt was left gaping after her, completely lost for words, until the shopkeeper came out and made his way over.
“That girl asking to join your crew, young master Hummel?”
“She was,” Kurt agreed with a nod. “Is that common?”
“Not especially, but any fool could see her calling in life is not to sit around and dye fabrics all day. I can promise you she’s a hard worker and will be loyal, but as for her fighting skills I could not say,” the man shrugged. “Regardless, was there something you needed?”
“How much would it set me back to buy enough dye to dye all of a ship’s sails crimson?” Kurt asked, wincing as he waited for his answer.
Wes had better have enough loot to cover this.
000
“Lauren Zizes.”
“Is she here? Where is she? Is she after me?!” Puck sprung up, looking around wildly, and Kurt was already reconsidering offering the woman a place on his crew.
Anyone who could make Noah Puckerman shake in his boots had to be an intimidating force indeed.
“She works at the seamstress’ shop in town, but she asked today if she could join our crew and told me to ask you if I didn’t believe her to be capable. I take it you know her?” Kurt raised an eyebrow and Puck sat back down after a second, putting his arm around Quinn as she looked at him.
“Um, yeah. She and I…back before Quinn and I were ‘Quinn and I’…we had a relationship. She’s great, really, but rather intimidating. If she wants to join I would definitely think she’d be an asset to the crew,” he finally admitted and Kurt nodded, knowing that more crew members would never be a bad thing.
Quinn was currently quizzing Puck on the girl so Kurt slipped away from them, heading back to town to recruit their newest member.
000
“So. We’re leaving tomorrow,” Finn mentioned later that night, the two of them in Kurt’s bed.
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“I’ve…I’ve liked this. With you. I mean, I still don’t know if I’m cut out to be a pirate, but…”
“Shh,” Kurt placed a finger over his lips, not wanting to hear about Finn wishing to leave the ship. “It doesn’t matter. You can’t stay here…”
“My home is with you,” Finn said, utterly serious, and Kurt felt his breath catch. “No matter where you are, that’s where I belong. But if it was in a small house by the sea…I would not complain.”
“Perhaps one day,” was all Kurt could say in response, and Finn shifted a bit before pressing his nose to a spot under Kurt’s ear, hands tightening around his waist.
“I’m ready.”
“You…”
“It’s our last chance for a while, and I…I want to. With you. I don’t know if we shall both come out of this…this battle alive, and I want…before we go…” he stopped, sounding rather close to tears, and Kurt felt touched.
“Okay. We can…but not here. My father…”
“The waterfall?” Finn suggested. “It’s close enough and we’d have privacy…”
“Of course. Yes,” Kurt said excitedly, kissing Finn before moving out of his embrace. “But come, we must be quiet. I need to get one thing before we go so shall I meet you outside?”
Finn nodded and Kurt got re-dressed, heading out of the room and hoping Finn had the foresight to bring a lantern along.
The night was clear and the moon near-full, but it would still be nice to have.
000
Luckily the knock came before they could do much more than kiss, but Blaine pulled on his breeches and headed for the door, pulling it open rather irritably. “What…Kurt. Is something wrong?”
“I…ah…oil,” Kurt stammered, and Blaine took one look at his red face and dark eyes and knew, smiling and turning back to the bed as Sam tossed the small jar at him.
“He’s ready?”
Kurt could only nod, a smile on his face wider than Blaine had ever seen, and he passed over the oil as Kurt pulled him into a quick hug.
“Then go. Have fun,” Blaine urged and Kurt rushed off down the hall, looking more like an excited child than a feared pirate captain, as Blaine closed and locked the door before stripping his breeches off.
“Blaine,” Sam was looking at him with one eyebrow raised and Blaine shrugged.
“Yes, love?”
“You realize we gave him the oil.”
Blaine nodded, because Kurt and Finn weren’t the only ones looking to take advantage of their last night on land, and he dug through a bag of supplies before coming up with another bottle. “Did you think I’d give him our only one?”
And Sam laughed and beckoned him over, drawing him down onto the bed as Blaine forgot all about Kurt and Finn and focussed only on the man in front of him.
000
“So,” Finn looked nervous as he settled himself on the blanket in the cave, the waterfall’s backsplash hitting them occasionally although the cooling mist felt lovely against the warm Caribbean night.
Kurt set the lantern a safe distant away, just so they could see each other in the half-light, and reached to remove his clothing as Finn scrambled to do the same.
Once they were both unclothed Kurt knelt on the blanket next to Finn, drawing him into a kiss that Finn returned eagerly, and they spent a few minutes just re-learning each other’s bodies (Kurt really was too intimidated by his father to have risked anything in the house proper, so they’d truly just slept for the majority of the time they’d been there. Which, in his mind, had been far too long.)
“Don’t fret, love,” he whispered gently, kissing Finn again. “I have the hard part. You just need to relax.”
“I don’t want to hurt you…”
“You won’t,” Kurt promised, taking the oil and uncapping it before pouring a generous amount onto his fingers and laying back. “Do you wish to, or shall I?”
“Ah…”
“Me, then,” Kurt decided as Finn looked confused as to what exactly he needed to do, so Kurt lay back and spread his legs, lifting his hips enough that he could comfortably slide a finger inside of himself.
And yes, this was going to be painful; his night with Blaine had been years ago and while he’d do this at times just to experience as close to the feeling as he could get, it truly did not compare. Especially since Finn was hardly what one could call ‘small’ in that part of his anatomy.
“What are you doing?” Finn was staring rather intently and it was a tad disturbing, if Kurt was being truthful.
“Think about it, Finn,” Kurt twisted his wrist a little and added a second finger, his eyes squeezing shut. “What you’re…putting inside is…significantly bigger than…the opening will allow. If I don’t…prepare myself I could injure myself quite badly.”
“Oh,” Finn looked afraid again and Kurt realized he shouldn’t have made such a big issue of it, but while he was doing this it was hard to make sure all of his words were completely thought out.
“You won’t hurt me,” Kurt repeated, slipping a third finger in and groaning.
“Does that feel good?”
“It feels…different,” Kurt decided, already feeling sweat bead on his brow. “It’s hard to describe, unless you ah!” he gasped, hitting that certain spot deep inside that made every part of him tingle with intense pleasure, and Finn looked on in concern. “No, I’m not in pain. It’s…there’s a spot…it’s good, Finn. It’s good,” he assured the other man, sliding his fingers out and leaning back. “Come here.”
“I…” Kurt realized that Finn wasn’t aroused yet and realized that it wasn’t a completely odd occurrence. Finn was watching this as merely an observer, somebody from the outside, and Kurt knew that watching this part of it, at least, was hardly stimulating. It was almost boring, really; boring and curious, perhaps, but nothing that would physically arouse the other man in any way.
So he moved to pour more oil over his hand, reaching for Finn’s limp cock and stroking him slowly, the other man still sensitive enough that it barely took any proper stimulation to have his cock filling, Finn sighing shakily as Kurt kept stroking him.
“I’m good,” Finn said eventually, Kurt pausing to wipe his hand on the blanket before hooking his elbow around Finn’s neck and drawing him into a kiss.
“Don’t think so hard, love,” he murmured, his voice husky and low. “It’s all very simple.”
“I trust you,” Finn still looked fearful but Kurt lay back and hooked one leg around Finn’s back and the other about his waist, pulling him in until the head of Finn’s cock pushed against his entrance. “So I just…”
“Yes,” Kurt closed his eyes and hissed as Finn started to push, but to the other man’s credit he was exceedingly gentle and didn’t rush, asking every so often if Kurt was okay, which Kurt appreciated although he really wished Finn would get on with it. “I’m fine. Go,” he snapped at one point and Finn flinched and did as he was told, moving forward until he couldn’t, and Kurt huffed and gripped his shoulders, far too tightly, but Finn didn’t protest.
“Kurt?”
“I’m…let me…” Kurt stammered, because he’d forgotten how much it burned and he was panting, trying to adjust and get used to the fullness, knowing that tears were leaking from his eyes and cursing his own weakness until he realized that Finn was stroking his cheek tenderly, kissing the tears away and holding him gently until he finally opened his eyes again. “Thank you.”
“I’m sorry, Kurt, but I…I have to…” Finn shifted and Kurt nodded, letting himself relax as Finn pulled out and then pushed back in, a small cry dropping from his lips at the jarring motion. “God, I’m sorry! I’m so…”
“It’s fine,” Kurt stroked his hair, knowing that he probably was doing a poor job of convincing Finn he truly was fine. “Just…keep moving. We’ll get it.”
Finn nodded and moved again, back and forth until he finally found a rhythm and Kurt let out a long breath through his nose, gripping at Finn and shifting his hips up farther as Finn thrust in deeply, finally hitting the spot that made everything worth it and he cried out, holding Finn there for a moment with shaking arms.
“Oh, God, there…Finn…please…”
“Yes,” Finn panted, continuing to thrust so he hit that spot, and Kurt let the pleasure wash him away as he threw his head back, moaning rather shamelessly as he did so. “Do you…do I…”
“I can…” but Kurt never got to finish as Finn reached to take his cock gently, stroking and thrusting at the same time and it was sloppy and imperfect and wonderful, Kurt dragging Finn closer as if he could somehow make them one person.
It felt like they were.
“Finn, I…ah, love…”
“I know. I’m…” Finn kissed him suddenly, teeth nearly clacking together as Kurt choked off a cry and climaxed, hips striving to push upward even as Finn held him down, kept pressing that spot that made him see stars, and he was still riding that wave as Finn snapped his hips again and found his own release, Kurt feeling the hot fluid inside of him and it was everything he’d ever wanted.
Especially with Finn gasping into his ear and kissing his cheek, both of them too-hot and sweat-soaked and still being sprayed by the waterfall, the cool liquid soothing on their fiery skin, and Finn was ever-so-gentle as he lay Kurt back on the blanket and withdrew, Kurt wincing at the soreness as he let his body lay limp on the blanket, staring at Finn with half-lidded eyes. “Thank you,” he whispered and Finn looked a little shocked but he nodded and lay down beside Kurt, scooping him into his arms and holding him tightly. “Finn…”
“I love you,” Finn said fiercely, the words muffled in his hair, and Kurt gasped and looked up at him.
“You…”
“I love you, Kurt Hummel. I can’t deny it anymore, because I know that’s why I did what I did in the alley that day. Why I’m staying even though I’m not cut out to be a pirate. Why I shall go with you tomorrow and risk death. It’s because I love you,” he vowed and Kurt felt tears threatening again as he embraced Finn as tightly as he dared, nose pressed against his shoulder.
“I love you as well, Finnegan Hudson. So much,” he kissed Finn’s skin lightly. “And while I cannot promise that we shall both come out of this battle unharmed, if I was a man who was prone to praying, it would be the one thing I would pray for. I don’t want to lose you…”
“You shan’t,” Finn shook his head. “I swear I won’t let anything happen, to myself or to you.”
“You can’t make that promise,” Kurt whispered and Finn kissed him, holding it until Kurt sighed and nodded. “All right. I’ll trust you.
“Good,” Finn settled down, grabbing a spare blanket and pulling it on top of them. “Are we staying here?”
“For a bit. My father will throw a fit if he finds us gone tomorrow morning,” Kurt chuckled lightly and sighed in happiness when Finn kissed his forehead. “Was that…was that acceptable for you?”
“I’m sure we can work on it. It was better than Santana, at any rate,” Finn laughed and Kurt shoved his shoulder. “I’m serious, Kurt. I enjoyed it.”
“As did I,” Kurt agreed softly. “But no more for a while, at least. I’ll need to recover.”
“I…”
“You didn’t hurt me. You were incredible,” he said earnestly and Finn finally nodded. “Truly. Thank you.”
Finn didn’t answer but merely kissed him again, loving and tender, and Kurt surrendered himself to Finn’s arms and let himself be held.
He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring.
He could only hope that both of them…nay, all of them…made it out alive.
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Notes:
1. So I’m envisioning maybe three chapters after this one, one or two for the battle and an epilogue of sorts, which means this fic is slowly but surely drawing to a close…
2. Also, thank you so much to everybody on tumblr who helped me out with the lube situation. I was thinking oil would be the solution but it was nice to get confirmation :) Also for anybody who wanted Lauren on the crew, I felt I had to include her so she’s part of the crew now!
3. That’s it, I think. Let me know what you all thought!!
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: NC-17 for this chapter. You all know what that means ;)
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt, minor Blaine/Sam
Chapter: 19/?
Word Count: 2752
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 Nineteen
“Crimson sailcloth?” Kurt questioned and Wes nodded enthusiastically. “Whatever for?”
“This ship…she is to be a ship of death, is she not? The death of the Midnight Raven?” the other captain countered. “And the Raven is a black ship, and while I’ve no doubt making our ship itself red would be a chore that would bear little fruit, can we not have red sails at the very least?”
“Do you have a name chosen already?” Kurt asked curiously, because Wes certainly sounded like he had a plan of sorts.
“Perhaps. But I’d rather not divulge that until the ship is completed.”
“Which will be soon,” Kurt assured him with a smile. “But yes, I believe we should be able to dye some sailcloth for your use. Finding replacement cloth of the exact same color may be a challenge but I have a feeling that is the least of your worries at the moment.”
“Indeed. So, it can be done?” the other man looked anticipatory and Kurt nodded in reply.
“Yes. It can be done.”
“Excellent. Thank you, Kurt,” Wes laid a hand on his arm before walking away and Kurt decided to head into the town proper to see if he could find some crimson dye.
The things he did for his friends.
000
“So. You wouldn’t happen to have room for an extra crew member, would you?”
“Are you qualified?” Kurt asked absently, looking through the shop. The advantage of being so close to Port Royal was that there was at least a competent seamstress in the town and she had enough clothing dye that he thought he could find a suitable color.
Of course he would need an ample amount of it to cover all of the sailcloth and that might cost a pretty penny, but he’d bargain with the owner when the time came.
“I can use a sword. And trust me, nobody would want to face me in battle,” the voice replied and Kurt finally looked up, seeing an ample woman with her arms crossed staring back at him.
“Well, that’s very nice, Miss…”
“Zizes. Lauren Zizes,” she replied and he nodded.
“Well, as I said, that’s very nice to want to join my crew, but it takes more than…”
“You talk to Noah Puckerman and then come back and give me an answer,” she told him brusquely before sweeping off and Kurt was left gaping after her, completely lost for words, until the shopkeeper came out and made his way over.
“That girl asking to join your crew, young master Hummel?”
“She was,” Kurt agreed with a nod. “Is that common?”
“Not especially, but any fool could see her calling in life is not to sit around and dye fabrics all day. I can promise you she’s a hard worker and will be loyal, but as for her fighting skills I could not say,” the man shrugged. “Regardless, was there something you needed?”
“How much would it set me back to buy enough dye to dye all of a ship’s sails crimson?” Kurt asked, wincing as he waited for his answer.
Wes had better have enough loot to cover this.
000
“Lauren Zizes.”
“Is she here? Where is she? Is she after me?!” Puck sprung up, looking around wildly, and Kurt was already reconsidering offering the woman a place on his crew.
Anyone who could make Noah Puckerman shake in his boots had to be an intimidating force indeed.
“She works at the seamstress’ shop in town, but she asked today if she could join our crew and told me to ask you if I didn’t believe her to be capable. I take it you know her?” Kurt raised an eyebrow and Puck sat back down after a second, putting his arm around Quinn as she looked at him.
“Um, yeah. She and I…back before Quinn and I were ‘Quinn and I’…we had a relationship. She’s great, really, but rather intimidating. If she wants to join I would definitely think she’d be an asset to the crew,” he finally admitted and Kurt nodded, knowing that more crew members would never be a bad thing.
Quinn was currently quizzing Puck on the girl so Kurt slipped away from them, heading back to town to recruit their newest member.
000
“So. We’re leaving tomorrow,” Finn mentioned later that night, the two of them in Kurt’s bed.
“Yes. Is that a problem?”
“I’ve…I’ve liked this. With you. I mean, I still don’t know if I’m cut out to be a pirate, but…”
“Shh,” Kurt placed a finger over his lips, not wanting to hear about Finn wishing to leave the ship. “It doesn’t matter. You can’t stay here…”
“My home is with you,” Finn said, utterly serious, and Kurt felt his breath catch. “No matter where you are, that’s where I belong. But if it was in a small house by the sea…I would not complain.”
“Perhaps one day,” was all Kurt could say in response, and Finn shifted a bit before pressing his nose to a spot under Kurt’s ear, hands tightening around his waist.
“I’m ready.”
“You…”
“It’s our last chance for a while, and I…I want to. With you. I don’t know if we shall both come out of this…this battle alive, and I want…before we go…” he stopped, sounding rather close to tears, and Kurt felt touched.
“Okay. We can…but not here. My father…”
“The waterfall?” Finn suggested. “It’s close enough and we’d have privacy…”
“Of course. Yes,” Kurt said excitedly, kissing Finn before moving out of his embrace. “But come, we must be quiet. I need to get one thing before we go so shall I meet you outside?”
Finn nodded and Kurt got re-dressed, heading out of the room and hoping Finn had the foresight to bring a lantern along.
The night was clear and the moon near-full, but it would still be nice to have.
000
Luckily the knock came before they could do much more than kiss, but Blaine pulled on his breeches and headed for the door, pulling it open rather irritably. “What…Kurt. Is something wrong?”
“I…ah…oil,” Kurt stammered, and Blaine took one look at his red face and dark eyes and knew, smiling and turning back to the bed as Sam tossed the small jar at him.
“He’s ready?”
Kurt could only nod, a smile on his face wider than Blaine had ever seen, and he passed over the oil as Kurt pulled him into a quick hug.
“Then go. Have fun,” Blaine urged and Kurt rushed off down the hall, looking more like an excited child than a feared pirate captain, as Blaine closed and locked the door before stripping his breeches off.
“Blaine,” Sam was looking at him with one eyebrow raised and Blaine shrugged.
“Yes, love?”
“You realize we gave him the oil.”
Blaine nodded, because Kurt and Finn weren’t the only ones looking to take advantage of their last night on land, and he dug through a bag of supplies before coming up with another bottle. “Did you think I’d give him our only one?”
And Sam laughed and beckoned him over, drawing him down onto the bed as Blaine forgot all about Kurt and Finn and focussed only on the man in front of him.
000
“So,” Finn looked nervous as he settled himself on the blanket in the cave, the waterfall’s backsplash hitting them occasionally although the cooling mist felt lovely against the warm Caribbean night.
Kurt set the lantern a safe distant away, just so they could see each other in the half-light, and reached to remove his clothing as Finn scrambled to do the same.
Once they were both unclothed Kurt knelt on the blanket next to Finn, drawing him into a kiss that Finn returned eagerly, and they spent a few minutes just re-learning each other’s bodies (Kurt really was too intimidated by his father to have risked anything in the house proper, so they’d truly just slept for the majority of the time they’d been there. Which, in his mind, had been far too long.)
“Don’t fret, love,” he whispered gently, kissing Finn again. “I have the hard part. You just need to relax.”
“I don’t want to hurt you…”
“You won’t,” Kurt promised, taking the oil and uncapping it before pouring a generous amount onto his fingers and laying back. “Do you wish to, or shall I?”
“Ah…”
“Me, then,” Kurt decided as Finn looked confused as to what exactly he needed to do, so Kurt lay back and spread his legs, lifting his hips enough that he could comfortably slide a finger inside of himself.
And yes, this was going to be painful; his night with Blaine had been years ago and while he’d do this at times just to experience as close to the feeling as he could get, it truly did not compare. Especially since Finn was hardly what one could call ‘small’ in that part of his anatomy.
“What are you doing?” Finn was staring rather intently and it was a tad disturbing, if Kurt was being truthful.
“Think about it, Finn,” Kurt twisted his wrist a little and added a second finger, his eyes squeezing shut. “What you’re…putting inside is…significantly bigger than…the opening will allow. If I don’t…prepare myself I could injure myself quite badly.”
“Oh,” Finn looked afraid again and Kurt realized he shouldn’t have made such a big issue of it, but while he was doing this it was hard to make sure all of his words were completely thought out.
“You won’t hurt me,” Kurt repeated, slipping a third finger in and groaning.
“Does that feel good?”
“It feels…different,” Kurt decided, already feeling sweat bead on his brow. “It’s hard to describe, unless you ah!” he gasped, hitting that certain spot deep inside that made every part of him tingle with intense pleasure, and Finn looked on in concern. “No, I’m not in pain. It’s…there’s a spot…it’s good, Finn. It’s good,” he assured the other man, sliding his fingers out and leaning back. “Come here.”
“I…” Kurt realized that Finn wasn’t aroused yet and realized that it wasn’t a completely odd occurrence. Finn was watching this as merely an observer, somebody from the outside, and Kurt knew that watching this part of it, at least, was hardly stimulating. It was almost boring, really; boring and curious, perhaps, but nothing that would physically arouse the other man in any way.
So he moved to pour more oil over his hand, reaching for Finn’s limp cock and stroking him slowly, the other man still sensitive enough that it barely took any proper stimulation to have his cock filling, Finn sighing shakily as Kurt kept stroking him.
“I’m good,” Finn said eventually, Kurt pausing to wipe his hand on the blanket before hooking his elbow around Finn’s neck and drawing him into a kiss.
“Don’t think so hard, love,” he murmured, his voice husky and low. “It’s all very simple.”
“I trust you,” Finn still looked fearful but Kurt lay back and hooked one leg around Finn’s back and the other about his waist, pulling him in until the head of Finn’s cock pushed against his entrance. “So I just…”
“Yes,” Kurt closed his eyes and hissed as Finn started to push, but to the other man’s credit he was exceedingly gentle and didn’t rush, asking every so often if Kurt was okay, which Kurt appreciated although he really wished Finn would get on with it. “I’m fine. Go,” he snapped at one point and Finn flinched and did as he was told, moving forward until he couldn’t, and Kurt huffed and gripped his shoulders, far too tightly, but Finn didn’t protest.
“Kurt?”
“I’m…let me…” Kurt stammered, because he’d forgotten how much it burned and he was panting, trying to adjust and get used to the fullness, knowing that tears were leaking from his eyes and cursing his own weakness until he realized that Finn was stroking his cheek tenderly, kissing the tears away and holding him gently until he finally opened his eyes again. “Thank you.”
“I’m sorry, Kurt, but I…I have to…” Finn shifted and Kurt nodded, letting himself relax as Finn pulled out and then pushed back in, a small cry dropping from his lips at the jarring motion. “God, I’m sorry! I’m so…”
“It’s fine,” Kurt stroked his hair, knowing that he probably was doing a poor job of convincing Finn he truly was fine. “Just…keep moving. We’ll get it.”
Finn nodded and moved again, back and forth until he finally found a rhythm and Kurt let out a long breath through his nose, gripping at Finn and shifting his hips up farther as Finn thrust in deeply, finally hitting the spot that made everything worth it and he cried out, holding Finn there for a moment with shaking arms.
“Oh, God, there…Finn…please…”
“Yes,” Finn panted, continuing to thrust so he hit that spot, and Kurt let the pleasure wash him away as he threw his head back, moaning rather shamelessly as he did so. “Do you…do I…”
“I can…” but Kurt never got to finish as Finn reached to take his cock gently, stroking and thrusting at the same time and it was sloppy and imperfect and wonderful, Kurt dragging Finn closer as if he could somehow make them one person.
It felt like they were.
“Finn, I…ah, love…”
“I know. I’m…” Finn kissed him suddenly, teeth nearly clacking together as Kurt choked off a cry and climaxed, hips striving to push upward even as Finn held him down, kept pressing that spot that made him see stars, and he was still riding that wave as Finn snapped his hips again and found his own release, Kurt feeling the hot fluid inside of him and it was everything he’d ever wanted.
Especially with Finn gasping into his ear and kissing his cheek, both of them too-hot and sweat-soaked and still being sprayed by the waterfall, the cool liquid soothing on their fiery skin, and Finn was ever-so-gentle as he lay Kurt back on the blanket and withdrew, Kurt wincing at the soreness as he let his body lay limp on the blanket, staring at Finn with half-lidded eyes. “Thank you,” he whispered and Finn looked a little shocked but he nodded and lay down beside Kurt, scooping him into his arms and holding him tightly. “Finn…”
“I love you,” Finn said fiercely, the words muffled in his hair, and Kurt gasped and looked up at him.
“You…”
“I love you, Kurt Hummel. I can’t deny it anymore, because I know that’s why I did what I did in the alley that day. Why I’m staying even though I’m not cut out to be a pirate. Why I shall go with you tomorrow and risk death. It’s because I love you,” he vowed and Kurt felt tears threatening again as he embraced Finn as tightly as he dared, nose pressed against his shoulder.
“I love you as well, Finnegan Hudson. So much,” he kissed Finn’s skin lightly. “And while I cannot promise that we shall both come out of this battle unharmed, if I was a man who was prone to praying, it would be the one thing I would pray for. I don’t want to lose you…”
“You shan’t,” Finn shook his head. “I swear I won’t let anything happen, to myself or to you.”
“You can’t make that promise,” Kurt whispered and Finn kissed him, holding it until Kurt sighed and nodded. “All right. I’ll trust you.
“Good,” Finn settled down, grabbing a spare blanket and pulling it on top of them. “Are we staying here?”
“For a bit. My father will throw a fit if he finds us gone tomorrow morning,” Kurt chuckled lightly and sighed in happiness when Finn kissed his forehead. “Was that…was that acceptable for you?”
“I’m sure we can work on it. It was better than Santana, at any rate,” Finn laughed and Kurt shoved his shoulder. “I’m serious, Kurt. I enjoyed it.”
“As did I,” Kurt agreed softly. “But no more for a while, at least. I’ll need to recover.”
“I…”
“You didn’t hurt me. You were incredible,” he said earnestly and Finn finally nodded. “Truly. Thank you.”
Finn didn’t answer but merely kissed him again, loving and tender, and Kurt surrendered himself to Finn’s arms and let himself be held.
He didn’t know what tomorrow would bring.
He could only hope that both of them…nay, all of them…made it out alive.
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Notes:
1. So I’m envisioning maybe three chapters after this one, one or two for the battle and an epilogue of sorts, which means this fic is slowly but surely drawing to a close…
2. Also, thank you so much to everybody on tumblr who helped me out with the lube situation. I was thinking oil would be the solution but it was nice to get confirmation :) Also for anybody who wanted Lauren on the crew, I felt I had to include her so she’s part of the crew now!
3. That’s it, I think. Let me know what you all thought!!