Glee-Fic: Caligo Nox Noctis, Chapter Twenty-Three (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Caligo Nox Noctis
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 23/?
Word Count: 3003
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 Twenty-Three
“Are you really driving all the way back to Westerville tomorrow?” Finn asks once they’re at home and lounging on the couch, watching basketball because it’s March Madness or something (and Kurt thinks that sounds like a sale, which he’d much rather be at). “I mean, Blaine’s gonna be okay, so why?”
“Just…I want to,” Kurt shifts a little, leaning farther into Finn. “He seems so sure that Derek’s going to come to the hospital or something and I need to be there when that happens.”
“So he can kill you.”
“Finn, sweetie, we’ve been over this: he’s not going to try and kill me in a hospital with witnesses,” Kurt promises, letting his hand lay flat on Finn’s chest and feeling his heart beat, something that in and of itself is rather comforting for him. He tightens his fingers in the loose material of Finn’s shirt, leaning in for a kiss, which is of course when his father decides to barrel through the room on his way to the kitchen.
“Boys, take it downstairs, alright?” he calls as Kurt rolls his eyes and tries to resist the urge to bang his head against something. Finn steals a quick kiss anyway, though, so that makes him feel less inclined to hurt himself over it.
“Anyway, you don’t have to come with me. I know you’re probably suffering video game withdrawal or something,” Kurt keeps himself close to Finn, deciding his father can handle seeing it, and eventually just decides to climb into the taller boy’s lap.
Finn holds him without protesting, arms sliding around Kurt’s waist as he peeks around him so he can still see the television. “Of course I’m gonna come, dude. I mean, if Derek does show up? Blaine’s not gonna be much help.”
“We’re not confronting him to start a fight, Finn,” Kurt reminds him.
“Yeah, but how can you confront him at all? You start, like, shaking and hyper…hypo…breathing really fast whenever he gets close, so how’s that gonna work?” Finn says, rather logically, and Kurt sighs and tucks his head under the other teen’s chin.
“I’ll figure something out.”
“Well, I’m coming,” Finn says it with purpose, like this is final, and Kurt’s not going to argue with him.
“Okay. Suit yourself.”
“I’m going to,” Finn kisses him softly, probably knowing he’s pushing his luck because Kurt’s dad seems to have some keen sense of radar that whenever they get close to fooling around he’s right there to interrupt.
“Boys?”
And, sure enough, there he was. Kurt doesn’t get off of Finn, figuring his dad has to get used to it sometime, and Finn doesn’t seem inclined to push him off or anything either. “Yes, dad?”
“Is there something you want to tell me? I mean, I know you have to be close to work this whole thing out, but lately you’ve been really close,” he sits down in the armchair across from them and Kurt seriously considers moving but Finn’s got him in a rather tight hold so he abandons that idea.
“Um…Burt, I…” Finn’s shifting underneath him and it’s a little uncomfortable so Kurt wishes he would just come out and say it already. “Kurt and I have talked about this, and… if it’s okay with you…we’d like to…be together. Even after this is over.”
“You mean, like boyfriends.”
“Yeah,” Kurt affirms, twisting in Finn’s lap so he can look at his father.
“Well,” his dad lets out a breath and studies the two of them carefully. “I can’t say it isn’t weird, because it is, but this whole situation is kinda messed up from the get-go. And Finn, what you’ve done for him…what you’re doing for him…is amazing. If it was me in your position I don’t know if I could have done it, and I know the two of you care about each other an awful lot. And…” and he turns to Finn on this as Kurt can feel him shiver. “I know you’d never hurt him.”
“Of course not. Never,” Finn shakes his head quickly.
“Good,” Kurt’s dad sighs and looks like he’s not sure what to say next. “Like I said, it’s a little strange, but we’ll figure this out. Just…keep the PDA’s private, okay?”
“Okay, dad,” Kurt spares his father a smile, hoping that he’ll get the hint and leave, but of course once he finds out Finn’s watching basketball it’s pretty much a given that he’s going to stay until the game is over. He doesn’t say anything else about their seating arrangement, however, so Kurt dozes in Finn’s arms while they watch the game.
000
“Why are we going into my room?” Finn asks suspiciously, whispering in the darkness, and Kurt motions for him to be quiet as they slip into the now barely-used room.
“Because our parents are more likely to check my room first,” Kurt replies, the look on his face implying that Finn should have figured this out. “Plus, your sheets are not Egyptian cotton. I’m not cleaning ejaculate off of mine.”
“Are we fooling around?” Finn asks excitedly. He kinda likes the term now that Kurt’s informed him that this is mostly what they’re doing, at least until the love is mutual on both sides (which means he has to get over his fear of…y’know…actual sex. But it’s hard, because it looks like it’ll hurt and he tried watching some on the Internet and just…Kurt’s pretty delicate, right? That stuff looks like it’ll snap him in two or something).
“Yes,” Kurt sighs in response, closing Finn’s door and reaching for the lock that isn’t there. Finn definitely likes the basement for that reason, but then again, if the door was locked their parents would know something was happening. “And you’re lucky I’m doing this for you after this morning.”
“Sorry,” Finn rubs the back of his neck and looks down. Their teasing foreplay before the shower had stalled as soon as Finn realized that if they didn’t hurry they wouldn’t make breakfast as McDonald’s, and while Kurt had looked a little put out Finn’s guessed he knows better than to come between a 6’3” teenaged boy and his food.
“You should be. How do you think it feels for me knowing I was cock-blocked by an Egg McMuffin, of all things?” Kurt scoffs and rolls his eyes, but the tiny smile playing at the corners of his mouth tells Finn he’s just being snarky and that he’s not actually angry about it.
“Those things are good,” Finn counters.
“You’ve obviously never seen the calorie count,” Kurt mutters, splaying one hand against Finn’s back and using it to tug him closer. “But if you can promise me no food interruptions, we’re doing this.”
“Cool. I’ll control my hunger,” Finn promises.
“Good,” Kurt uses his free hand to cup the back of Finn’s neck, hauling his head down. “But we have to be fast, and we have to be quiet. Okay?”
“Okay,” Finn nods. “I…okay.”
“C’mere,” Kurt has his pants off in about two seconds and Finn reaches out shakily to return the favour, both of them naked before they crawl into the bed and Kurt pulls the covers over them.
“Why…”
“Finn, sweetie, if they come in here? I’d rather have them not know what we’re doing right away,” Kurt points out, and Finn can’t argue with that, especially with Kurt’s hand on his cock.
“Let me,” Kurt tells him, giving him a rather flirty smirk, and Finn can’t see anything wrong with listening so he contents himself with smoothing his hands over Kurt’s back and shoulder blades, touching and warming as much of that abnormally cold skin as he can.
Kurt’s got both their cocks in his hand and is stroking them in tandem, quick and short movements that have Finn arching against his touch because when Kurt had said ‘fast’ he’d had no idea he meant this fast.
It doesn’t take long before he’s on the edge, gasping quietly and pulling Kurt up enough so they can kiss sloppily, sharing breath and muffling little noises in each other’s mouths while Kurt brings them even closer.
“God, Kurt…You…”
The smaller teen kisses him again in response, effectively shutting him up, at least until he breaks away and his eyes open wider. “Finn…are you…”
“Yeah. Yeah, like…”
“I can’t…together?”
And Finn nearly comes at that because they’ve never done that before; it’s always been one and then the other so to come at the same time…yeah, it feels much more real, like this means something as opposed to it being some sort of trade-off or something, but he’s ready for that.
He is.
“Finn!”
“Yeah. Together,” Finn finds himself staring straight into Kurt’s gorgeous blue-green eyes for about a half second before Kurt flings his head back, arching his body and baring the slender line of his neck as his whole body shudders and Finn can feel hot cum on his cock that isn’t his and…
He chokes back a cry as his own orgasm hits him, trying to keep his eyes open because Kurt right now looks more vulnerable than he’s ever seen him and it’s kind of a turn-on.
Kurt’s gasping in his ear, his hand giving Finn one last lingering stroke that has his spent cock twitching a little in renewed interest before he wipes it on the sheets and collapses on Finn’s chest.
Finn’s finding it hard to catch his breath, because that may have been fast but it was also really, really intense and he can tell Kurt’s as shaken as he is right now.
“I love you,” Kurt murmurs into the curve of his neck, and Finn’s just pretty much guessed that he’ll say it every time they’re basking in the afterglow now in the hopes that one day Finn will say it back and mean it.
“I know, dude. You’re awesome.”
And that may be the best he can give right now, but Kurt’s smiling at him, all wide eyes and red lips and mussed hair, and maybe it goes a little bit farther than ‘awesome’ but he can’t figure out exactly what he feels for the other boy, especially not now when he’s quite sure his brain isn’t working properly. “We should get back to my room,” Kurt doesn’t look like he’s inclined to move but Finn has a feeling when they start to feel cold and sticky he won’t be a happy camper.
“Yeah. Probably. I’ll…change the sheets later, I guess,” Finn grimaces at the thought but he did agree to using his bed.
“Alright,” Kurt starts to get up but Finn has an idea and tells him to wait, picking up their pants and slinging them over his shoulder before scooping Kurt up into his arms. “Finn!” he hisses.
“What? I’m carrying you back to bed,” Finn shrugs like it’s nothing, and in reality he thought it was kinda romantic, really.
“Oh, have it your way. And pray we don’t run into our parents on the way down,” Kurt’s snuggling into his neck, though, so he obviously likes it even if he’ll never say so.
They don’t run into their parents on the way back to the basement, and Kurt waves away the pyjama pants when Finn holds them out so he goes to stuff them in Kurt’s giant closet before he crawls back into bed and pulls Kurt over to him. “I’m coming with you tomorrow.”
“I gathered that,” Kurt sighs.
“I’m just telling you now because you’re usually more agreeable after sex,” Finn nudges him gently with his nose, realizing he hasn’t done that for a while.
“We’re back to that, are we?” Kurt smiling at him fondly, certainly looking relaxed, and he nods after only a moment. “I told you I wouldn’t argue if you wanted to, but you shouldn’t feel obligated.”
“So you’re fine with it?”
“It’s a long drive. I appreciate the company,” Kurt assures him. “But go to sleep or you’ll fall asleep on the road.”
“Hey, who said I was driving!”
“You want to come with, you drive,” Kurt mumbles, curling against him, and Finn can’t find it in him to be mad when Kurt’s soft and pliant and actually kinda warm in his arms. He snorts, intentionally mussing up Kurt’s hair even more, before closing his eyes and letting sleep take him.
000
“Boys, we’re having brunch!” Carole calls down the stairs the next morning, and Kurt cracks an eye open and wonders how anybody can be so infernally cheerful at this ungodly hour. This ungodly hour being…ten thirty in the morning.
Okay. Not entirely ungodly.
“Boys, get out of bed or I’m going to drag you out,” she comes down the stairs, still far too perky for Kurt’s tastes, but he realizes a moment later what she’s said and shoves at Finn’s shoulder.
“We’re getting up,” he promises as Finn blinks at him.
“I remain unconvinced,” she crosses her arms, a spatula in one hand, and Kurt really doesn’t know how to say this.
“Um…perhaps it would be best if…ah…”
“What is it, Honey? Are you feeling okay?” she goes into full mother mode and comes closer, Kurt taking the coward’s way out and hiding his face in Finn’s neck to prompt the other boy to give her an answer.
“Mom, we’re kinda…not wearing clothes.”
Kurt resists the urge to bang his head against the headboard because wow, way to be subtle, Finn. Carole’s reaction to this is to get a rather interesting look on her face and take a step back. “Oh. I understand. Take your time.”
She leaves and Kurt wonders what that reaction was for, because it’s not like what they have is a secret anymore, but…
“I kinda messed that up, didn’t I?”
“You think?” Kurt groans and shoves the blankets off before getting out of the bed. “Come on, let’s get dressed and hope they don’t decide to lock us in separate rooms every night.”
“Dude, they wouldn’t! Would they?”
“At this point? I honestly don’t know,” Kurt pulls on a pair of sweatpants and grabs one of Finn’s T-shirts as Finn just re-dresses in his pyjamas from the night before and they cautiously head up the stairs, hearing their parents talking as they near the kitchen.
“Burt, two teenaged boys do not sleep together without clothes on because they feel like it!”
“I know, Carole, but believe me: they’re not having sex. They’re just foolin’ around,” his dad replies, and Kurt smirks and turns to Finn who mutters something Kurt can’t hear.
“How long will that last, though? They’re going to want to try more eventually, and knowing that they’re doing it in this house…”
“You’ve gotta see it from their point of view, though: I mean, how do you think they’d feel if they knew we were doing the same thing…”
“Oh, ew,” Kurt shudders and Finn makes a little choked, gagging noise at the thought.
“Boys, I can hear you,” his dad calls, and Kurt squeezes Finn’s hand once for good luck before they head into the kitchen. “Anyway, these darn things aren’t working. Isn’t this pan supposed to help?” his dad holds up the crepe pan which has a few disjointed, burnt chunks of batter in it and Kurt sighs.
“It’s not magic, dad, and these aren’t pancakes. You don’t just glop them in there. Here,” he takes the pan and starts to make crepes as his dad watches. He’s happy that their parents aren’t saying anything about…what he and Finn are doing, and just the thought has him breaking out into what no doubt looks like a rather goofy smile.
“You’re happy this morning, kiddo. What’s on your mind?” his dad asks, and Kurt subtly glances over toward Finn before turning back to the crepes.
“Nothing.”
“Yeah, right. C’mon, you can tell your old man,” his father ruffles his hair fondly. “And besides, I saw you look at Finn.”
“Um…you’re not gonna, like, separate us or anything, are you?” Finn asks hesitantly. “Because of…what we did?”
“Nah. I know this isn’t the first time, and like I told you, at this point I’d rather it be you than anybody else because I trust him with you, Finn,” Kurt’s dad assures him. “And I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy. He’s gonna start humming pretty soon and little birds and woodland creatures are gonna run in here.”
“I’m not a Disney princess, Dad,” Kurt mutters irritably, although the mental image that gives him ends up being rather amusing.
“No, but you’re in love, and any fool can see that.”
“I am,” he admits softly, stealing another glance at Finn.
“Anyway, Carole, you have a problem with this?” his dad shrugs and peers over Kurt’s shoulder at the perfectly formed crepe.
“No, I…no. You’re right. As far as I know, Kurt hasn’t cheated on you or gotten himself pregnant and lied about the father, so as far as your dates go he’s certainly the best I’ve seen.” She pats Finn on the shoulder and smiles at him.
“Cool,” Finn beams at Kurt and he returns the smile.
“But I was right, wasn’t I? You two haven’t had sex,” his father breaks the mood rather effectively and Kurt wants to get offended but he figures staying rational will get him the best results.
“No, we have not. I promise.”
“Good. I mean, not that I’m gonna stop you…in a year you’ll be old enough to vote, after all…but I don’t want you to ever feel like you need to rush into it, okay?” he puts a hand on Kurt’s shoulder and Kurt swallows heavily before looking at Finn a little guiltily, knowing that the other boy had rushed into his first time for probably the same reasons his father is telling him he doesn’t need to.
“I…I know, Dad. Don’t worry,” he promises, finishing off the last of the crepes and piling them on a plate to be filled. “Now, who wants brunch?”
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Notes:
1.The weather’s been rather warm all week, but now there’s a winter storm warning for our area this weekend. Will it ever end??? *Sigh* I really wish it would have been an April Fool’s joke, but unforuantely…no.
2. I had to catch myself on one of Burt’s last lines because I ALMOST said “in a year you’ll be old enough to drink” and then remembered that the legal age in the US is 21 (which was very annoying when we went down there because here it’s 18 and I couldn’t go into pubs/bars the way I could here which was strange because after a couple of years you really don’t think about it xP).
3. Um, I know most have you have picked up on my unintentional hints toward Blam (or Blaine/Sam, if you prefer xP) but I wanted to get a gauge on whether or not people would be okay with that? I know I’ve gotten a lot of comments wanting Blaine to find somebody in the end and it seems like my brain has given me an option which I’m actually okay with, but I just wanted to see what other people thought because it’s not a very conventional pairing xP
4. Long notes are long. That’s it, though. :D
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 23/?
Word Count: 3003
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 Twenty-Three
“Are you really driving all the way back to Westerville tomorrow?” Finn asks once they’re at home and lounging on the couch, watching basketball because it’s March Madness or something (and Kurt thinks that sounds like a sale, which he’d much rather be at). “I mean, Blaine’s gonna be okay, so why?”
“Just…I want to,” Kurt shifts a little, leaning farther into Finn. “He seems so sure that Derek’s going to come to the hospital or something and I need to be there when that happens.”
“So he can kill you.”
“Finn, sweetie, we’ve been over this: he’s not going to try and kill me in a hospital with witnesses,” Kurt promises, letting his hand lay flat on Finn’s chest and feeling his heart beat, something that in and of itself is rather comforting for him. He tightens his fingers in the loose material of Finn’s shirt, leaning in for a kiss, which is of course when his father decides to barrel through the room on his way to the kitchen.
“Boys, take it downstairs, alright?” he calls as Kurt rolls his eyes and tries to resist the urge to bang his head against something. Finn steals a quick kiss anyway, though, so that makes him feel less inclined to hurt himself over it.
“Anyway, you don’t have to come with me. I know you’re probably suffering video game withdrawal or something,” Kurt keeps himself close to Finn, deciding his father can handle seeing it, and eventually just decides to climb into the taller boy’s lap.
Finn holds him without protesting, arms sliding around Kurt’s waist as he peeks around him so he can still see the television. “Of course I’m gonna come, dude. I mean, if Derek does show up? Blaine’s not gonna be much help.”
“We’re not confronting him to start a fight, Finn,” Kurt reminds him.
“Yeah, but how can you confront him at all? You start, like, shaking and hyper…hypo…breathing really fast whenever he gets close, so how’s that gonna work?” Finn says, rather logically, and Kurt sighs and tucks his head under the other teen’s chin.
“I’ll figure something out.”
“Well, I’m coming,” Finn says it with purpose, like this is final, and Kurt’s not going to argue with him.
“Okay. Suit yourself.”
“I’m going to,” Finn kisses him softly, probably knowing he’s pushing his luck because Kurt’s dad seems to have some keen sense of radar that whenever they get close to fooling around he’s right there to interrupt.
“Boys?”
And, sure enough, there he was. Kurt doesn’t get off of Finn, figuring his dad has to get used to it sometime, and Finn doesn’t seem inclined to push him off or anything either. “Yes, dad?”
“Is there something you want to tell me? I mean, I know you have to be close to work this whole thing out, but lately you’ve been really close,” he sits down in the armchair across from them and Kurt seriously considers moving but Finn’s got him in a rather tight hold so he abandons that idea.
“Um…Burt, I…” Finn’s shifting underneath him and it’s a little uncomfortable so Kurt wishes he would just come out and say it already. “Kurt and I have talked about this, and… if it’s okay with you…we’d like to…be together. Even after this is over.”
“You mean, like boyfriends.”
“Yeah,” Kurt affirms, twisting in Finn’s lap so he can look at his father.
“Well,” his dad lets out a breath and studies the two of them carefully. “I can’t say it isn’t weird, because it is, but this whole situation is kinda messed up from the get-go. And Finn, what you’ve done for him…what you’re doing for him…is amazing. If it was me in your position I don’t know if I could have done it, and I know the two of you care about each other an awful lot. And…” and he turns to Finn on this as Kurt can feel him shiver. “I know you’d never hurt him.”
“Of course not. Never,” Finn shakes his head quickly.
“Good,” Kurt’s dad sighs and looks like he’s not sure what to say next. “Like I said, it’s a little strange, but we’ll figure this out. Just…keep the PDA’s private, okay?”
“Okay, dad,” Kurt spares his father a smile, hoping that he’ll get the hint and leave, but of course once he finds out Finn’s watching basketball it’s pretty much a given that he’s going to stay until the game is over. He doesn’t say anything else about their seating arrangement, however, so Kurt dozes in Finn’s arms while they watch the game.
000
“Why are we going into my room?” Finn asks suspiciously, whispering in the darkness, and Kurt motions for him to be quiet as they slip into the now barely-used room.
“Because our parents are more likely to check my room first,” Kurt replies, the look on his face implying that Finn should have figured this out. “Plus, your sheets are not Egyptian cotton. I’m not cleaning ejaculate off of mine.”
“Are we fooling around?” Finn asks excitedly. He kinda likes the term now that Kurt’s informed him that this is mostly what they’re doing, at least until the love is mutual on both sides (which means he has to get over his fear of…y’know…actual sex. But it’s hard, because it looks like it’ll hurt and he tried watching some on the Internet and just…Kurt’s pretty delicate, right? That stuff looks like it’ll snap him in two or something).
“Yes,” Kurt sighs in response, closing Finn’s door and reaching for the lock that isn’t there. Finn definitely likes the basement for that reason, but then again, if the door was locked their parents would know something was happening. “And you’re lucky I’m doing this for you after this morning.”
“Sorry,” Finn rubs the back of his neck and looks down. Their teasing foreplay before the shower had stalled as soon as Finn realized that if they didn’t hurry they wouldn’t make breakfast as McDonald’s, and while Kurt had looked a little put out Finn’s guessed he knows better than to come between a 6’3” teenaged boy and his food.
“You should be. How do you think it feels for me knowing I was cock-blocked by an Egg McMuffin, of all things?” Kurt scoffs and rolls his eyes, but the tiny smile playing at the corners of his mouth tells Finn he’s just being snarky and that he’s not actually angry about it.
“Those things are good,” Finn counters.
“You’ve obviously never seen the calorie count,” Kurt mutters, splaying one hand against Finn’s back and using it to tug him closer. “But if you can promise me no food interruptions, we’re doing this.”
“Cool. I’ll control my hunger,” Finn promises.
“Good,” Kurt uses his free hand to cup the back of Finn’s neck, hauling his head down. “But we have to be fast, and we have to be quiet. Okay?”
“Okay,” Finn nods. “I…okay.”
“C’mere,” Kurt has his pants off in about two seconds and Finn reaches out shakily to return the favour, both of them naked before they crawl into the bed and Kurt pulls the covers over them.
“Why…”
“Finn, sweetie, if they come in here? I’d rather have them not know what we’re doing right away,” Kurt points out, and Finn can’t argue with that, especially with Kurt’s hand on his cock.
“Let me,” Kurt tells him, giving him a rather flirty smirk, and Finn can’t see anything wrong with listening so he contents himself with smoothing his hands over Kurt’s back and shoulder blades, touching and warming as much of that abnormally cold skin as he can.
Kurt’s got both their cocks in his hand and is stroking them in tandem, quick and short movements that have Finn arching against his touch because when Kurt had said ‘fast’ he’d had no idea he meant this fast.
It doesn’t take long before he’s on the edge, gasping quietly and pulling Kurt up enough so they can kiss sloppily, sharing breath and muffling little noises in each other’s mouths while Kurt brings them even closer.
“God, Kurt…You…”
The smaller teen kisses him again in response, effectively shutting him up, at least until he breaks away and his eyes open wider. “Finn…are you…”
“Yeah. Yeah, like…”
“I can’t…together?”
And Finn nearly comes at that because they’ve never done that before; it’s always been one and then the other so to come at the same time…yeah, it feels much more real, like this means something as opposed to it being some sort of trade-off or something, but he’s ready for that.
He is.
“Finn!”
“Yeah. Together,” Finn finds himself staring straight into Kurt’s gorgeous blue-green eyes for about a half second before Kurt flings his head back, arching his body and baring the slender line of his neck as his whole body shudders and Finn can feel hot cum on his cock that isn’t his and…
He chokes back a cry as his own orgasm hits him, trying to keep his eyes open because Kurt right now looks more vulnerable than he’s ever seen him and it’s kind of a turn-on.
Kurt’s gasping in his ear, his hand giving Finn one last lingering stroke that has his spent cock twitching a little in renewed interest before he wipes it on the sheets and collapses on Finn’s chest.
Finn’s finding it hard to catch his breath, because that may have been fast but it was also really, really intense and he can tell Kurt’s as shaken as he is right now.
“I love you,” Kurt murmurs into the curve of his neck, and Finn’s just pretty much guessed that he’ll say it every time they’re basking in the afterglow now in the hopes that one day Finn will say it back and mean it.
“I know, dude. You’re awesome.”
And that may be the best he can give right now, but Kurt’s smiling at him, all wide eyes and red lips and mussed hair, and maybe it goes a little bit farther than ‘awesome’ but he can’t figure out exactly what he feels for the other boy, especially not now when he’s quite sure his brain isn’t working properly. “We should get back to my room,” Kurt doesn’t look like he’s inclined to move but Finn has a feeling when they start to feel cold and sticky he won’t be a happy camper.
“Yeah. Probably. I’ll…change the sheets later, I guess,” Finn grimaces at the thought but he did agree to using his bed.
“Alright,” Kurt starts to get up but Finn has an idea and tells him to wait, picking up their pants and slinging them over his shoulder before scooping Kurt up into his arms. “Finn!” he hisses.
“What? I’m carrying you back to bed,” Finn shrugs like it’s nothing, and in reality he thought it was kinda romantic, really.
“Oh, have it your way. And pray we don’t run into our parents on the way down,” Kurt’s snuggling into his neck, though, so he obviously likes it even if he’ll never say so.
They don’t run into their parents on the way back to the basement, and Kurt waves away the pyjama pants when Finn holds them out so he goes to stuff them in Kurt’s giant closet before he crawls back into bed and pulls Kurt over to him. “I’m coming with you tomorrow.”
“I gathered that,” Kurt sighs.
“I’m just telling you now because you’re usually more agreeable after sex,” Finn nudges him gently with his nose, realizing he hasn’t done that for a while.
“We’re back to that, are we?” Kurt smiling at him fondly, certainly looking relaxed, and he nods after only a moment. “I told you I wouldn’t argue if you wanted to, but you shouldn’t feel obligated.”
“So you’re fine with it?”
“It’s a long drive. I appreciate the company,” Kurt assures him. “But go to sleep or you’ll fall asleep on the road.”
“Hey, who said I was driving!”
“You want to come with, you drive,” Kurt mumbles, curling against him, and Finn can’t find it in him to be mad when Kurt’s soft and pliant and actually kinda warm in his arms. He snorts, intentionally mussing up Kurt’s hair even more, before closing his eyes and letting sleep take him.
000
“Boys, we’re having brunch!” Carole calls down the stairs the next morning, and Kurt cracks an eye open and wonders how anybody can be so infernally cheerful at this ungodly hour. This ungodly hour being…ten thirty in the morning.
Okay. Not entirely ungodly.
“Boys, get out of bed or I’m going to drag you out,” she comes down the stairs, still far too perky for Kurt’s tastes, but he realizes a moment later what she’s said and shoves at Finn’s shoulder.
“We’re getting up,” he promises as Finn blinks at him.
“I remain unconvinced,” she crosses her arms, a spatula in one hand, and Kurt really doesn’t know how to say this.
“Um…perhaps it would be best if…ah…”
“What is it, Honey? Are you feeling okay?” she goes into full mother mode and comes closer, Kurt taking the coward’s way out and hiding his face in Finn’s neck to prompt the other boy to give her an answer.
“Mom, we’re kinda…not wearing clothes.”
Kurt resists the urge to bang his head against the headboard because wow, way to be subtle, Finn. Carole’s reaction to this is to get a rather interesting look on her face and take a step back. “Oh. I understand. Take your time.”
She leaves and Kurt wonders what that reaction was for, because it’s not like what they have is a secret anymore, but…
“I kinda messed that up, didn’t I?”
“You think?” Kurt groans and shoves the blankets off before getting out of the bed. “Come on, let’s get dressed and hope they don’t decide to lock us in separate rooms every night.”
“Dude, they wouldn’t! Would they?”
“At this point? I honestly don’t know,” Kurt pulls on a pair of sweatpants and grabs one of Finn’s T-shirts as Finn just re-dresses in his pyjamas from the night before and they cautiously head up the stairs, hearing their parents talking as they near the kitchen.
“Burt, two teenaged boys do not sleep together without clothes on because they feel like it!”
“I know, Carole, but believe me: they’re not having sex. They’re just foolin’ around,” his dad replies, and Kurt smirks and turns to Finn who mutters something Kurt can’t hear.
“How long will that last, though? They’re going to want to try more eventually, and knowing that they’re doing it in this house…”
“You’ve gotta see it from their point of view, though: I mean, how do you think they’d feel if they knew we were doing the same thing…”
“Oh, ew,” Kurt shudders and Finn makes a little choked, gagging noise at the thought.
“Boys, I can hear you,” his dad calls, and Kurt squeezes Finn’s hand once for good luck before they head into the kitchen. “Anyway, these darn things aren’t working. Isn’t this pan supposed to help?” his dad holds up the crepe pan which has a few disjointed, burnt chunks of batter in it and Kurt sighs.
“It’s not magic, dad, and these aren’t pancakes. You don’t just glop them in there. Here,” he takes the pan and starts to make crepes as his dad watches. He’s happy that their parents aren’t saying anything about…what he and Finn are doing, and just the thought has him breaking out into what no doubt looks like a rather goofy smile.
“You’re happy this morning, kiddo. What’s on your mind?” his dad asks, and Kurt subtly glances over toward Finn before turning back to the crepes.
“Nothing.”
“Yeah, right. C’mon, you can tell your old man,” his father ruffles his hair fondly. “And besides, I saw you look at Finn.”
“Um…you’re not gonna, like, separate us or anything, are you?” Finn asks hesitantly. “Because of…what we did?”
“Nah. I know this isn’t the first time, and like I told you, at this point I’d rather it be you than anybody else because I trust him with you, Finn,” Kurt’s dad assures him. “And I have to say, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him this happy. He’s gonna start humming pretty soon and little birds and woodland creatures are gonna run in here.”
“I’m not a Disney princess, Dad,” Kurt mutters irritably, although the mental image that gives him ends up being rather amusing.
“No, but you’re in love, and any fool can see that.”
“I am,” he admits softly, stealing another glance at Finn.
“Anyway, Carole, you have a problem with this?” his dad shrugs and peers over Kurt’s shoulder at the perfectly formed crepe.
“No, I…no. You’re right. As far as I know, Kurt hasn’t cheated on you or gotten himself pregnant and lied about the father, so as far as your dates go he’s certainly the best I’ve seen.” She pats Finn on the shoulder and smiles at him.
“Cool,” Finn beams at Kurt and he returns the smile.
“But I was right, wasn’t I? You two haven’t had sex,” his father breaks the mood rather effectively and Kurt wants to get offended but he figures staying rational will get him the best results.
“No, we have not. I promise.”
“Good. I mean, not that I’m gonna stop you…in a year you’ll be old enough to vote, after all…but I don’t want you to ever feel like you need to rush into it, okay?” he puts a hand on Kurt’s shoulder and Kurt swallows heavily before looking at Finn a little guiltily, knowing that the other boy had rushed into his first time for probably the same reasons his father is telling him he doesn’t need to.
“I…I know, Dad. Don’t worry,” he promises, finishing off the last of the crepes and piling them on a plate to be filled. “Now, who wants brunch?”
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Notes:
1.The weather’s been rather warm all week, but now there’s a winter storm warning for our area this weekend. Will it ever end??? *Sigh* I really wish it would have been an April Fool’s joke, but unforuantely…no.
2. I had to catch myself on one of Burt’s last lines because I ALMOST said “in a year you’ll be old enough to drink” and then remembered that the legal age in the US is 21 (which was very annoying when we went down there because here it’s 18 and I couldn’t go into pubs/bars the way I could here which was strange because after a couple of years you really don’t think about it xP).
3. Um, I know most have you have picked up on my unintentional hints toward Blam (or Blaine/Sam, if you prefer xP) but I wanted to get a gauge on whether or not people would be okay with that? I know I’ve gotten a lot of comments wanting Blaine to find somebody in the end and it seems like my brain has given me an option which I’m actually okay with, but I just wanted to see what other people thought because it’s not a very conventional pairing xP
4. Long notes are long. That’s it, though. :D