Glee-Fic: Summer Harmony, Arioso (Finn/Kurt/Blaine)
Title:Summer Harmony
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt/Blaine
Chapter: 15/?
Word Count: 2477
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Sequel to 'It All Started With A Question,' 'Lucky' and 'Feel This Good'. here. They're going to work through this. It may not always be easy, but they've got the whole summer to figure themselves out.
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. :)
Summer Harmony
Arioso
Blaine wakes up when the bedroom door squeaks shut, enfolded in Finn’s arms and wondering where Kurt’s run off to.
“Whuzzat?”
“Kurt. He just left. I’ll look for him,” Blaine promises, fingertips stroking Finn’s cheek as Finn sighs and leans forward for a kiss. “Go back to sleep, Finn,” Blaine kisses him gently and Finn huffs another sigh and falls back into slumber, one long leg hanging off the bed as he starts to snore quietly.
Blaine slides out and puts a pair sweats on, heading to the kitchen and seeing Kurt pulling out a carton of orange juice from the fridge, dressed in a pair of Finn’s boxers and a large t-shirt that he’s betting belongs to the other boy as well, and his heart drops.
“Um.”
“Good morning,” Kurt chirps, pouring the juice into a glass and taking a sip as Blaine shakes his head, trying to get his bearings.
It doesn’t mean anything.
It doesn’t.
“You…ah…”
“I’d wear yours, but I’m afraid they wouldn’t fit me,” Kurt’s uncannily perceptive as he winks, drinking the juice in a few gulps and Blaine can’t help but watch the muscles in his throat working, the sight incredibly dirty. “That’s the only reason. I’m not doing the clichéd ‘wearing-the-boyfriend’s-clothes’ thing as some sort of claim. You know that.”
“I…” Blaine takes a deep breath and decides to get everything out, knowing he and Kurt need to talk about this sooner rather than later. “Finn scares me. You and Finn scare me,” he amends when Kurt looks at him like he’s crazy. “You do, Kurt. And I just…”
He’s cut off by Kurt kissing him fiercely, tasting of oranges, and Blaine wraps his arms around Kurt and kisses back with everything he’s got.
“You. Are. An. Idiot,” Kurt tells him between kisses, diving into his mouth as Blaine clutches at his shoulders. “I love you. I’m in love with you. You’re everything, Blaine Anderson, and don’t you forget it.”
And Kurt looks fierce, eyes blazing and hair falling haphazardly into his eyes, and Blaine believes him without question.
How can he not?
“Finn’s special to me. You know that. But he’s not who I’m planning my future with. He’s not who, when we go to New York, I’m going to marry. You know that, or at least, I hope you would…” Kurt trails off, his hands spreading along Blaine’s back, and Blaine rests his forehead against Kurt’s shoulder and sighs gustily.
“I know. I do. But sometimes…watching you…”
“Do you think you could love him?” Kurt asks suddenly, his voice quiet, and Blaine looks up in surprise.
“Finn? Why…”
“It’s silly. But waking up this morning…with both of you…it just felt right. Like that could happen every morning and I’d be a happy man. I know it’s unrealistic…Finn’s got Rachel, but…”
“I understand,” Blaine says, because he does, and he can’t say that having Finn wrapped around him was unpleasant.
Quite the opposite, really, and he doesn’t love Finn…doesn’t know if he could ever love Finn…but he trusts Finn and that might be enough.
“But come here. I’ve got a pool.”
“You tell all the girls that?” Kurt teases, raising an eyebrow, and Blaine snorts and takes the other boy’s hand in his own, leading him through the house and out to the patio. “Mm. Nice. What are your plans for this pool?”
“Here,” Blaine keeps pulling him along to one end of the pool, where instead of having steps the floor gently sloped upward to allow people to easily walk in and out of the water. “Lie here. No clothes.”
“Gee, I hadn’t guessed that part.”
“Don’t get smart with me,” Blaine runs his hands into Kurt’s hair, kissing him playfully. “Strip.”
“If I get sunburnt…”
“This won’t take long,” he promises and Kurt nods, taking the shirt off and placing it on a lounge chair nearby before stripping off his boxers, naked and glorious in the morning light. “God, you’re…”
“Yes?”
“Perfect,” Blaine pulls him close, noting that Kurt’s normal shyness is returning, and he gently urges him to lay on the slope, legs in the water and his upper body dry, and Blaine kisses him before removing his own pants and sliding down Kurt’s body, wetting his hands before sliding them back up, trails of water forming on Kurt’s skin from the action.
“Oh,” Kurt breathes.
“Is that good?”
“Mm,” Kurt agrees with a sigh. “What are you…”
Blaine smirks and ducks his head, Kurt’s hips in the water although his hardening cock is just at the right level where it’ll be above it when he’s fully hard.
“Evil,” Kurt decides, shoving at Blaine’s head weakly.
“You love it.”
“I can’t complain,” Kurt decides, closing his eyes and leaning back as Blaine licks the head of his cock, pre-cum coating his tongue as he does so. “You’re…”
“Good?”
“Yes. Hot,” Kurt decides, and Blaine can’t tell if he’s talking about the act or the sunlight, but it doesn’t sound like a bad thing.
“Mm,” Blaine slides down farther, feet splashing a little in the water, and wraps a hand around the base of Kurt’s cock so he can steady himself, his free hand coming to fondle the other teen’s balls as Kurt moans, the sound utter music to Blaine’s ears. “Okay?”
“Don’t talk,” Kurt shoves his head down and Blaine laughs before resuming his task, sucking harder and hollowing his cheeks as Kurt’s fingers tangle in his hair. “Just…”
“Here,” Blaine slides off and pushes himself up, hands pressing Kurt’s hips down. “Thrust all you want, okay? This’ll work.”
“Nn,” Kurt groans, starting to buck his hips, although with Blaine’s hands there his movement stays contained and he thrusts up as much as he can, Blaine holding him steady and sucking at the same time, and it doesn’t take long before Kurt’s arching and climaxing, shuddering as he rides through it and Blaine swallows everything down (the one disadvantage to having the house to themselves: if they come in the pool, they’ll have to live with it for a week. Which isn’t a pleasant thought).
Kurt’s fingers limply fall from his hair, hand splashing in the shallow water, and Blaine hauls him up and kicks them both deeper, holding Kurt to him as the other boy wraps his arms around Blaine’s shoulders, treading water easily.
“Nice way to wake up,” he finally notes, smiling, and Blaine kisses the tip of his nose. “I’ve been thinking.”
“Yes? No,” he pushes Kurt’s hand away. “We can’t in the pool.”
“Right. Highly unsanitary.”
“Regardless, you’ve been thinking…”
“I know that you…offered me the choice of who my first time would be with, but the way I see it is isn’t really a choice at all. It’s you. You’re my boyfriend, Blaine. I want you to be my lover. Someday,” he amends, grinning sheepishly, and Blaine shakes his head.
And then:
“Someday soon.”
“Kurt…” he gasps and Kurt looks at him with lust-hazed eyes, still feeling the effects of his orgasm. “Kurt, you know you don’t…”
“I know. But I think…I want it to be you,” Kurt smiles at him but there’s something in his eyes now, something that tells Blaine he’s not being entirely truthful.
“It’s your choice,” Blaine repeats, needing Kurt to know this. “And as I’ve said, while I wish that we could be each other’s firsts, you’re the only virgin among us and I just…I want it to be special for you, Kurt. I don’t want you to pick me because you think you…”
“We’ve been through this. I’ve thought about it. It’s you,” Kurt grips his shoulders almost painfully before he’s swimming away, lean body glistening as he emerges from the water. “Now, come on. Finn’ll be up soon and if he’s not fed he’ll be a nightmare to deal with. I’ll make us breakfast.”
He picks up Finn’s clothes and stalks away, Blaine sighing and tipping onto his back as he stares up at the clouds.
He needs to talk to Finn.
000
“Dude, those’re my clothes!” is what Finn says when he enters the kitchen, staring at them suspiciously. Blaine’s standing behind Kurt, arms wrapped around his waist as Kurt fries some eggs on the stove, and Finn sighs and goes to open the fridge.
“Don’t drink from the carton, Finnegan. That’s what glasses are for,” Kurt says without looking, and Finn groans and does as he’s told, pouring the milk into a glass before sitting at the table. “About time you greeted the day,”
“It’s only eleven, dude,” Finn drops his head to the table and moans. “And I could’ve slept more.”
“The early bird gets the worm, Hudson,” Kurt teases gently. “Or, in this case, the blowjob.”
“Dudes!”
“In the pool,” Blaine adds with a sly grin, hands slipping up Kurt’s stomach before the other boy smacks them away with the spatula he’s holding.
“Do you want burnt eggs?”
“Sorry,” Blaine kisses his neck, the two of them so close and domestic that Finn feels like he’s intruding again. “Continue.”
“Good,” Kurt continues to cook the eggs, humming under his breath, and Blaine just leans against him as Finn feels like he could leave the room and they won’t notice.
He eats heartily once the food is placed in front of him but there’s a strange pit in his belly that shouldn’t be there.
Blaine and Kurt are dating. They’re allowed to be cute and domestic and loving. Finn’s just…the accessory.
The accessory with the girlfriend, yes, but he can’t see himself ever doing that with Rachel, and Kurt’s more pissy than her a lot of the time but Finn doesn’t think she’d ever let him hug her and distract her if she didn’t expressly say it was okay.
After breakfast he disappears down to the games room, staring ahead at the flickering television, until Blaine comes down and sits altogether too close, leaning over to kiss him gently. “Hey.”
“Hey,” Finn’s eyes flicker to look at him briefly as Blaine pulls his arm aside and climbs into his lap, tipping his head up to kiss him again. “What’re you doing?”
“You’re pulling away. I saw it this morning,” Blaine whispers. “You and Kurt are both doing it again. He’s insisting that he’d rather I take his virginity than you…which, let’s face it, makes no sense whatsoever. You’re both trying to end this again.”
“Yeah,” Finn admits, shrugging. “I mean, I’m thinking that after this week we’ve gotta. Rachel and I can’t go on like this forever, and I…”
He’s shut up by Blaine kissing him, more desperate, and Finn wraps his arms around the other teen’s back and kisses back. “You feel that?” Blaine takes his hand and presses it to his groin, his erection prevalent even through his pants. “That’s for you, Finn. I don’t love you, but I don’t know that I have to to make this work. I’m attracted to you, and I think that’s enough.”
“So,” Finn flexes his fingers without meaning to as Blaine moans and arches his back. “I still don’t think…”
“Don’t think,” Blaine urges, eyes dark with lust as he bends close to kiss Finn again. “Thinking’s what’s causing this problem.”
“I don’t want to come between you and Kurt,” Finn glances down and Blaine hauls his head back up so their eyes meet.
“You aren’t. I know it makes you uncomfortable when we’re…close to each other, but you know that he won’t mind if you’re doing it too, right? I’m horrible with romance so I hope that’s not your excuse…touch me,” he urges and Finn complies, pressing harder against Blaine’s sweats and steadying him with his free hand, Blaine’s bare skin warm under his fingers. “Mm.”
“I just…”
“No thinking, remember?” Blaine kisses him and pulls back. “Do you want to go to the pool?”
“Um,” Finn blinks, knowing he’s a little stunned, and Blaine tugs him to his feet.
“C’mon.”
He holds his hand the whole way outside, urging Finn out of his clothing until they’re both naked, and lays him down on a lounger before climbing back on top, naked bodies pressed together at every point as Finn moans and clutches at him.
“Tell me this feels wrong.”
“God, no,” Finn shivers despite the heat, reaching to pull Blaine closer. “But…”
“No,” Blaine shushes him. “None of that. Just this,” he rocks his hips gently and they both moan, Finn tipping his chin up to kiss the other boy as they move together.
“I thought this was happening in the pool,” Finn mumbles, head thrown back, and Blaine laughs.
“We could, but as I told Kurt, we have to clean the pool ourselves if we, y’know, finish in there. Not pleasant, is it?”
“Urgh. No,” Finn laughs but it turns into a gasp as Blaine ruts harder against him. “Oh.”
“Yeah,” Blaine agrees with a snicker, driving his hips faster.
“So this is where the two of you…oh. Never mind then…”
“Ku-urt,” Finn all but whines, eyes locked with the other boy’s, and Kurt comes over, bending to brush Finn’s hair gently away from his face and giving him an upside-down kiss as Blaine kisses his neck, both of their mouths hot and wet and Finn licks into Kurt’s, tongues tangling despite the awkward angle.
He knows he’s close, can tell by Blaine’s panting and how hard he’s clutching at Finn’s shoulders that the other boy is as well, and his orgasm hits him fiercely as he drives his hips up the same time Blaine presses down to meet him, both of them coming nearly simultaneously and it’s powerful and intense and Kurt’s still peppering kisses onto his face, claiming his mouth once more as Finn groans against his lips.
He pulls back after a moment, hands braced on Finn’s shoulders over Blaine’s, and Finn can feel what Blaine had been talking about; that maybe, even if it’s not normal, they can make this work.
The feeling only lasts a moment before it’s replaced by normal post-coital languidness, Finn stretching as Blaine yawns and curls up on him, and Kurt swats them both teasingly.
“Get up. Clean yourselves off and then we can go for an actual swim,” he smiles, standing back, and Finn can see that he’s already in his swim trunks.
“Mm, okay,” Blaine gets up, kissing Kurt quickly on the way by, and makes his way inside.
“Is…everything okay?” Kurt asks quietly, looking to Finn, and Finn shrugs and stands up, stretching his shoulders out.
“I really think it’s gonna be,” he promises, hand falling possessively to rest in the small of Kurt’s back, and he skims it up the other boy’s arm as he pulls away. “How about I put suntan lotion on you when I get back?”
And from the way Kurt’s eyes light up at the suggestion, he’s pretty sure that’s a ‘yes.’
Notes:
1. Not a whole lot to say. Obviously the boys still have some issues to work out, but there’s still a lot of fun to come :D
2. Arioso is a term used to describe music in a lyrical style, and since to me I always attribute water with more lyrical, flowing music that’s why I’ve used it.
3. Let me know what you thought :)