Glee-Fic: Caligo Nox Noctis, Chapter Twenty-Six (Finn/Kurt)
Title: Caligo Nox Noctis
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 26/?
Word Count: 3467
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-Six
Plan #1, of course, is to get them sitting together on the way home. This is easy enough because Blaine needs somebody to make sure he doesn’t bounce around too much and Finn makes a rather large commotion about being too tall to sit comfortably in the back (it’s a lie and Kurt’s pretty sure they all know that but Sam just shrugs and hops in, snaking his arm around Blaine’s back to hold him steady).
Finn grins at Kurt like they’ve just climbed Mount Everest or something and Kurt sighs and mutters, “Don’t get too excited” before hopping into the vehicle, letting Finn take the passenger’s side because in his current state of excitement it’d probably be unwise for him to drive.
They’re quiet for most of the way home, Blaine dozing intermittently in the backseat (he’s warned Kurt that the medication will make him drop off often enough that Kurt will probably suspect narcolepsy, but apparently it’s normal). It’s not an uncomfortable silence, though, and he’s grateful for that.
Finn reaches over about halfway to Lima and puts a hand on his leg, smiling at him, and Kurt returns the smile for a moment before focusing on the road again. He sneaks a glance into the rearview mirror when they’re about ten minutes away from his house and notes with some pride that Blaine’s sleeping with his head pillowed on Sam’s shoulder and Sam doesn’t look inclined to push him off.
“Okay, boys, we’re here,” he announces, pulling into the driveway, and Blaine blinks for a few seconds before yawning and trying to get out of the Navigator on his own.
“Woah; hey!” Sam grabs his arm and helps him out, scooping Blaine up as the other boy sleepily protests. “He’s light.”
“He’s tiny,” Finn replies with a shrug. “And I can lift Kurt fine so he really shouldn’t be any problem.”
“No,” Kurt says instantly when Finn turns toward him. “You are not carrying me over the threshold of my own house like some virginal bride.”
“Well, you’re the first,” Finn shrugs nonchalantly and Kurt wants to bang his head against something even though he’s pretty sure that Sam would have known that: being the only out and out gay in Lima hardly means he’s getting a lot of action.
“Yes, well, moving on,” Kurt walks into the house, glancing around and noticing that nobody else is home yet, and leads Sam through the house so he can put Blaine down on Finn’s bed. “Thanks for helping out.”
“No problem. Like I said, Blaine’s a cool guy,” Sam gives him a blinding smile, all white teeth and golden hair, and Kurt sighs and wonders how far they’ll have to go with this. Sam’s so happily oblivious at the moment that he’s likely one of those boys who doesn’t even know he might lean in the other direction, as it were.
There’re all types, Kurt thinks wryly. He’s always known, of course, and he’s chosen to embrace it. He guesses Blaine’s always had his suspicions too, but Blaine’s one of those guys who will say he’s gay and not be ashamed of it and then try to act as straight as possible despite it what with wearing normal clothes and singing songs about girls and that whole thing with Rachel, but he thinks Blaine’s moved past that now. He’ll never wear skirts or anything radical, but Kurt’s betting that now that he can’t hide behind the uniform he’s going to be a little more truthful about who he is.
And then there are Finn and Sam, and while Sam’s definitely a rare kind of guy who’s only dated girls but really couldn’t care if his friends are gay or not, Kurt’s willing to bet that his earlier thoughts are true and Sam’s just never thought about whether or not he could like a boy in that way. Or else his rapid romancing of Quinn was just an attempt to convince himself otherwise, but Kurt has a feeling it’s just a matter of time and he’s going to help all he can with that.
And Finn. Finn’s one of those guys who’s always been teased about being gay, whether it was from Puck or those Neanderthals on the football team, but Finn’s also never denied it, and Kurt can’t figure out if it was because he’d been suspicious all along or whether he just honestly didn’t know what to say. And the taller boy is also one of those guys who would try to deny any feelings for other boys as long as he can because he honestly seemed afraid that he might be gay and has spent the last few years doing everything he can to convince himself that he’s totally straight.
Which, Kurt has to note, he isn’t.
Not by a long shot.
“Kurt?” Sam touches his shoulder gently and Kurt snaps out of his thoughts, blinking rapidly.
“Sorry. Lost in thought.”
“Well, I was just thinking I should get home. It’s getting late and my mom wants me back at a decent hour,” he explains and Kurt nods and waves goodbye as he leaves the house.
Blaine murmurs something in his half-asleep state and Kurt goes in to check on him, perching on the bed and shaking his arm gently. “Kurt?”
“Yeah. Just checking to see if you need anything?”
“No. ‘M good,” Blaine promises. “Thanks again for letting me stay here.”
“Least I can do,” Kurt tells him honestly, feeling his forehead for any signs of a fever or anything as Blaine looks at him suspiciously.
“I’m fine, Kurt. The wound was clean and I’m not going to develop an infection, so you can stop fussing. Your father was a risk to himself and so I can understand your worry over him, but as long as Derek doesn’t rush in here with a knife again I think I’m going to be just fine,” he grabs Kurt’s hands, sounding fairly lucid, and Kurt forces himself to stop fretting and stands up. “I just need to sleep, alright? I’ll need more pills in the morning,” he makes a face at that and Kurt allows himself a tiny laugh.
“Okay. Sleep well.”
“G’night,” Blaine replies, already sounding like he’s a few breaths away from dropping off, and Kurt turns off the light and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.
000
Finn can hear the soft strains of a piano over the television and he shuts off the basketball game to go investigate, opening the door to the music room carefully. It’s a tiny room, tucked at the back of the house, and Kurt had told him it used to be his bedroom before he decided it was too cramped and he’d rather be in the basement.
Right now all it has in it is a piano, and while Kurt doesn’t play that often he’s kinda ridiculously good and Finn always loves listening to him when he decides to.
I’ve lost all resistance,
And crossed some borderline…
Finn clears his throat as Kurt turns to look at him, mouth open slightly in surprise. “Hey.”
“Hey. That’s from that…Twisted thing, isn’t it?” Finn scratches his head, because Kurt listens to that soundtrack, like, all the time, but he can’t remember what it’s called.
“Wicked, Finn. Wicked,” Kurt corrects him, his eyes full of mirth, and Finn shrugs and moves into the room. “Honestly.”
“Hey, at least I remembered it was one word,” Finn sulks.
“Yes, one word. Like Rent. And Cabaret. And Chess and Evita and Gypsy and…”
“I think you’ve made your point, dude,” Finn rolls his eyes and plops beside Kurt on the stool. It’s a tight fit and Kurt takes his hands off of the keys to glare at him but Finn’s actually kinda comfortable and he’s so not gonna move right now. “Hey.”
“Yes?”
“Just ‘cuz Blaine’s here it doesn’t mean we’re gonna stop fooling around, does it?” he asks quietly, mouth near Kurt’s ear, and he can feel the other boy shiver at the blunt question.
“Not unless you want to,” he replies, turning his head so that their lips are almost touching. “He’s a floor above us and half a house away, and we’ve got a door…”
“Good,” Finn’s lips are on the other teen’s neck, sucking gently, and Kurt sighs and leans into him, tilting his head to give Finn better access which he’s rather grateful for.
“Mm. Not here.”
“Hmm?”
“Dad and Carole will be home soon…it’s almost midnight, and you know they’re not especially night owls. Let’s go downstairs,” he sighs as Finn keeps mouthing at his neck, tasting his salt and laying his tongue flat against the skin, feeling Kurt’s heart speed up at the action, his pulse racing under Finn’s lips.
“Hey, Kurt?”
“Yeah?” Kurt mumbles, neck arched back nearly onto Finn’s shoulder now, and it looks uncomfortable but for him it’s probably fine.
“If you’re not alive, how can you still have a pulse?” he asks curiously as Kurt laughs darkly.
“I’d like to think it’s because my body still thinks it’s alive. Everything’s the same, even if my blood’s running cold at the moment, and it’s probably for the best: when I go back to being fully human nothing will have to change so the transition will be markedly easier,” he suggests, pushing back into Finn’s body. “Now stop asking deep questions and kiss me.”
“Pushy,” Finn smiles and then yelps as Kurt tightens long fingers in his hair and pulls his head down so they can kiss properly, somehow getting him to his feet in the process and starting to lead him out of the room.
“Television,” he murmurs as they pass it and Finn scrambles for the remote, turning it off as Kurt grabs his arm and all but drags him down to the basement. He lets Finn lift him onto the bed and they lay there for a few minutes, just kissing as Finn tries not to let himself get too excited because he’s not sure if Kurt wants to go that far tonight. “What’s this for, anyway?” Kurt asks after a time, pulling away, pupils blown and lips red and hair mussed and crap, Finn wants him, and that scares him probably more than it should.
“Um. Y-yesterday…when you were…feeding…I had a…Kurt!”
“Yes?” Kurt’s rubbing him gently through his jeans, fingers barely teasing him through the fabric, and Finn shudders and tries to thrust into the other boy’s hand. “Tell your story and I might let you come, but if you do it before you finish explaining I’m not touching you for a week.”
“Bu…”
“Sweetie, if we’re working toward what I think we’re working toward? You’ll be finished before you even start and that’s not going to be enjoyable for either of us,” Kurt tells him, still barely touching, and Finn gulps and starts to talk.
“Okay. Okay, I…” he closes his eyes and shudders, trying to keep himself under control as Kurt grips him a little harder. “I had this weird feeling, like…like I could feelcould, y’know?” he gasps out as Kurt nods distractedly and unzips his fly, sticking a hand into his jeans and starting to rub him through his boxers instead. “That’s just mean…”
“Mm. Continue,” Kurt sounds bored, of all things, and Finn spares him a glare before trying not to think about what Kurt’s doing again.
“Okay. So,” he lets out his breath slowly, calming himself down a little. “So. I was thinkin’ that…you’re never really closer to anybody than when you’re inside them, right? And I was wondering if it’d feel the same way if we…if we had sex. Because it was kinda amazing, dude, not gonna lie,” Finn tries to finish quickly because Kurt’s hand slips inside his boxers, cold hand wrapping around his cock and making him flinch before he starts stroking in earnest again. “Kurt…Kurt, I’m not gonna…”
“Yes, you are,” Kurt says, his tone biting, and he rather cruelly, at least in Finn’s opinion, tightens his hold around the base of Finn’s cock and Finn jerks forward because he’s that close but he can’t and Kurt’s smirking at him, eyes narrowed, and Finn whimpers although he’ll later deny that. “Anything else?”
“Just…when I thought about it like that? It…ah, Kurt…it didn’t scare me. It was, like, I just wondered what it would be like to be…um…inside of somebody,” he says cautiously as Kurt loosens his hold and starts languidly stroking him again and oh, God, Mailman!
“I think you should know what it feels like, after Santana,” he mentions casually.
“Not…that wasn’t…that didn’t…I didn’t love her, okay?” Finn blurts out, probably loud enough that Blaine could have heard, but Kurt’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open a little and he stops moving. “Kurt…Kurt, please, man!”
Kurt shakes his head and strokes him faster, thumb flicking over the head of his cock every few seconds and that’s all it takes before he comes, hard, cock pulsing and hips pumping and he’s exhausted and sweaty by the time he’s done, flopping back on the bed and not really caring that his jeans are ruined and he’s going to have to sneak them to the washer somehow.
“Wow,” he laughs breathily, panting, and Kurt lays on top of him and gives him a timid smile. “That was really mean, dude.”
“The …um…ending looked like it was worth it, though?” Kurt asks hopefully, eyes shining, and Finn had to give him that one.
“It was awesome,” he admits truthfully, because he hasn’t come that hard in a long time. “Really awesome.”
“Glad to hear it. I need to wash,” Kurt rolls over and starts to get up but Finn catches his wrist. “Finn, really, this is disgusting.”
“You don’t…”
“No. I’m fine. That was for you,” Kurt tells him with a fond look before getting off of the bed and heading for the washroom. “And be careful when you get off of the bed. Remember what I said about getting my sheets dirty,” he warns before disappearing into the other room, and Finn sits up, confused, and stares after him.
“Hey!” he follows after Kurt, legs a little shaky, and grabs on to the bathroom doorframe to keep himself from pitching forward. “Kurt, is something wrong?”
“It’s fine,” Kurt’s washing his hands, scrubbing a little harder than it probably necessary, and Finn knows him well enough to know that he’s not fine.
He says so, in fact, and Kurt looks at him and shakes his head in resignation. “What’s wrong, buddy?”
“Please don’t call me that. I’m not your dog or your ten-year-old cousin,” Kurt says tiredly. “I’ll accept ‘man’ and ‘dude’ because I don’t think I can change your vocabulary that drastically, but call me ‘buddy’ again and I’ll do a lot worse than just hold off your orgasm for a few seconds.”
Finn gulps; even though he only understood about half of what Kurt had said, he got the last part loud and clear. “Right. Cool. So, what’s wrong?”
“It’s just…you. Being okay with gay sex.”
“Kind of,” Finn corrects. “Now that I’m thinking about it seriously again it’s still kinda weird, but in that moment? Yeah, it seemed like an awesome idea,” he admits.
“Once again, you’re proving to be more mature than me in this situation and I’m not sure how to process that,” Kurt turns around and leans against the counter, his eyes drawn instinctively to the stain on the front of Finn’s jeans.
“But you said you were cool with it! That you wanted to try it, remember?” Finn’s not moving any closer because Kurt in this kind of mood has a tendency to be volatile and he’d rather not poke the bear in this case. At least, he thinks that’s the expression. It’s some kind of animal, anyway, and bears seem like they’d be dangerous to poke.
“I said that to try and sway you, not because I thought it would work. Think about it, Finn: with how tentative I am about anything sexual, do you really think I’d look at intercourse and go, ‘oh, that looks fun! Let’s try that!’?” he exclaims, looking a little frazzled, and Finn hugs him on impulse.
“Hey, it’s cool. I’ll never push you into anything, Kurt, you know that. And I’m not really ready either; it was just the heat of the moment, right?”
“If you say so,” Kurt finally replies, returning the hug. “Sorry I just left, it was…”
“Turn around,” Finn urges softly, not sure if Kurt’s going to listen, but Kurt just gives him a strange look before complying and turning to face the mirror again, blinking at nothing. Finn sighs and wonders if they’ll ever be able to do this when he can actually see Kurt because it’ll probably be really hot, but he slides one hand under the T-shirt Kurt’s wearing to rest on his stomach and slips the other inside of his pajama pants, not surprised to find that the smaller teen’s still half-hard as Kurt gasps at the touch. “I wish I could see you right now,” he murmurs into Kurt’s ear, getting a low moan in response. “We have to do this when you’re human again.”
“I…” Kurt slides his hands back to rest on Finn’s hips, slim fingers flexing against the fabric of his jeans (which he needs to change as soon as this is over because yeah, cold spunk is kinda gross) as he pushes his hips towards Finn’s touch. “I’m sure I’m a mess.”
“Nah, you’re totally hot, dude,” Finn promises, lips finding Kurt’s neck again and fastening over the mark he’d been leaving earlier, and that’s totally gonna show for a while because Kurt’s even more freakishly pale than normal. “Is this okay?” he’s pretty sure it’s too late and while Kurt won’t be able to see it, everybody else will and he really doesn’t want to start rumors with the whole school if he can help it.
“Mm. I’ve got a lot of scarves,” Kurt sounds amused and Finn’s going to bet he’s smiling, but he figures that’s permission enough and goes back to sucking at the soft skin, hand moving faster as Kurt drops his head, braces himself against Finn’s body, and starts moving in sync with him.
He’s making these little whining noises that are shooting straight to Finn’s groin and the taller boy tries to ignore that, focusing instead on Kurt and getting a little payback for earlier because no matter how good the ending was, that was totally a cheap move to pull. When Kurt starts moaning his name and pressing back against him he smirks over Kurt’s shoulder, knowing that the other boy can see him, and Kurt’s eyes widen as Finn grips the base of his cock the same way Kurt had done to him, a little stuttering whimper torn from his throat as he, well, tries to meet Finn’s eyes in the mirror.
At least, that’s what Finn figures he’s trying to do. “God, Finn…Finn…”
“Just…paying you back a little,” Finn slides his hand farther under Kurt’s shirt, feeling the other boy’s chest move with his panting breaths. “Fair’s fair, right?”
Kurt makes a growling noise that probably means he doesn’t agree, so Finn turns his head and kisses him, sliding his tongue into Kurt’s surprisingly hot mouth and it’s wet and noisy and perfect as he decides he’s let Kurt suffer enough and moves his hand: one firm, slow stroke that has Kurt shaking and coming and groaning into his mouth, his body slumping against Finn’s as Finn does his best to hold him upright.
“Good, right?” he laughs into Kurt’s sweat-slick hair, hugging Kurt to him as the other boy gets his breathing under control.
“Yes,” Kurt finally admits, turning enough to glare at Finn. “But if you ever try something like that again without telling me first, I’m going to bite you and leave you bleeding.”
Finn knows the other boy’s teasing and he wraps Kurt up in his arms and pulls them close enough that their noses are touching. “You’d never, dude. You love me too much.”
“That, unfortunately, is probably true,” Kurt concedes, arms coming around Finn’s neck to pull him down into another kiss.
Finn can hear the door open upstairs but he’s not too inclined to go greet the parents right now, and with Kurt looking undeniably tousled and sex-flushed there’d really be no hiding what they were doing.
So he’ll stay down here a little longer.
Really, he’s got nowhere better to be.
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Notes:
1. I realized after the fact that all of the musicals I named in this chapter actually have something to do with Glee. It’s just a coincidence, I swear! Although I will admit that at least three of them are just because Adam Pascal was in them and I think he’s amazing. xP.
2. Funny story about ‘Twisted.’ A touring production of ‘Wicked’ is coming here this year and my mom’s friend wanted my mom to go with her, so my mom came home one night and said she had tickets to ‘Twisted.’ At which point my dad goes, “Don’t you mean ‘Wicked?’” So yes. True story. On that note, I also plan on buying tickets because I’ve wanted to see ‘Wicked’ for a while now :)
3. Um, there’s a ‘30 Days of Kinn’ meme going around on Tumblr and I decided heck, why not? So if you want to check out the first day it’s over: here
And that’s about it :D Hope you all enjoyed!
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt overall; some minor Blaine/Kurt
Chapter: 26/?
Word Count: 3467
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-Six
Plan #1, of course, is to get them sitting together on the way home. This is easy enough because Blaine needs somebody to make sure he doesn’t bounce around too much and Finn makes a rather large commotion about being too tall to sit comfortably in the back (it’s a lie and Kurt’s pretty sure they all know that but Sam just shrugs and hops in, snaking his arm around Blaine’s back to hold him steady).
Finn grins at Kurt like they’ve just climbed Mount Everest or something and Kurt sighs and mutters, “Don’t get too excited” before hopping into the vehicle, letting Finn take the passenger’s side because in his current state of excitement it’d probably be unwise for him to drive.
They’re quiet for most of the way home, Blaine dozing intermittently in the backseat (he’s warned Kurt that the medication will make him drop off often enough that Kurt will probably suspect narcolepsy, but apparently it’s normal). It’s not an uncomfortable silence, though, and he’s grateful for that.
Finn reaches over about halfway to Lima and puts a hand on his leg, smiling at him, and Kurt returns the smile for a moment before focusing on the road again. He sneaks a glance into the rearview mirror when they’re about ten minutes away from his house and notes with some pride that Blaine’s sleeping with his head pillowed on Sam’s shoulder and Sam doesn’t look inclined to push him off.
“Okay, boys, we’re here,” he announces, pulling into the driveway, and Blaine blinks for a few seconds before yawning and trying to get out of the Navigator on his own.
“Woah; hey!” Sam grabs his arm and helps him out, scooping Blaine up as the other boy sleepily protests. “He’s light.”
“He’s tiny,” Finn replies with a shrug. “And I can lift Kurt fine so he really shouldn’t be any problem.”
“No,” Kurt says instantly when Finn turns toward him. “You are not carrying me over the threshold of my own house like some virginal bride.”
“Well, you’re the first,” Finn shrugs nonchalantly and Kurt wants to bang his head against something even though he’s pretty sure that Sam would have known that: being the only out and out gay in Lima hardly means he’s getting a lot of action.
“Yes, well, moving on,” Kurt walks into the house, glancing around and noticing that nobody else is home yet, and leads Sam through the house so he can put Blaine down on Finn’s bed. “Thanks for helping out.”
“No problem. Like I said, Blaine’s a cool guy,” Sam gives him a blinding smile, all white teeth and golden hair, and Kurt sighs and wonders how far they’ll have to go with this. Sam’s so happily oblivious at the moment that he’s likely one of those boys who doesn’t even know he might lean in the other direction, as it were.
There’re all types, Kurt thinks wryly. He’s always known, of course, and he’s chosen to embrace it. He guesses Blaine’s always had his suspicions too, but Blaine’s one of those guys who will say he’s gay and not be ashamed of it and then try to act as straight as possible despite it what with wearing normal clothes and singing songs about girls and that whole thing with Rachel, but he thinks Blaine’s moved past that now. He’ll never wear skirts or anything radical, but Kurt’s betting that now that he can’t hide behind the uniform he’s going to be a little more truthful about who he is.
And then there are Finn and Sam, and while Sam’s definitely a rare kind of guy who’s only dated girls but really couldn’t care if his friends are gay or not, Kurt’s willing to bet that his earlier thoughts are true and Sam’s just never thought about whether or not he could like a boy in that way. Or else his rapid romancing of Quinn was just an attempt to convince himself otherwise, but Kurt has a feeling it’s just a matter of time and he’s going to help all he can with that.
And Finn. Finn’s one of those guys who’s always been teased about being gay, whether it was from Puck or those Neanderthals on the football team, but Finn’s also never denied it, and Kurt can’t figure out if it was because he’d been suspicious all along or whether he just honestly didn’t know what to say. And the taller boy is also one of those guys who would try to deny any feelings for other boys as long as he can because he honestly seemed afraid that he might be gay and has spent the last few years doing everything he can to convince himself that he’s totally straight.
Which, Kurt has to note, he isn’t.
Not by a long shot.
“Kurt?” Sam touches his shoulder gently and Kurt snaps out of his thoughts, blinking rapidly.
“Sorry. Lost in thought.”
“Well, I was just thinking I should get home. It’s getting late and my mom wants me back at a decent hour,” he explains and Kurt nods and waves goodbye as he leaves the house.
Blaine murmurs something in his half-asleep state and Kurt goes in to check on him, perching on the bed and shaking his arm gently. “Kurt?”
“Yeah. Just checking to see if you need anything?”
“No. ‘M good,” Blaine promises. “Thanks again for letting me stay here.”
“Least I can do,” Kurt tells him honestly, feeling his forehead for any signs of a fever or anything as Blaine looks at him suspiciously.
“I’m fine, Kurt. The wound was clean and I’m not going to develop an infection, so you can stop fussing. Your father was a risk to himself and so I can understand your worry over him, but as long as Derek doesn’t rush in here with a knife again I think I’m going to be just fine,” he grabs Kurt’s hands, sounding fairly lucid, and Kurt forces himself to stop fretting and stands up. “I just need to sleep, alright? I’ll need more pills in the morning,” he makes a face at that and Kurt allows himself a tiny laugh.
“Okay. Sleep well.”
“G’night,” Blaine replies, already sounding like he’s a few breaths away from dropping off, and Kurt turns off the light and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him.
000
Finn can hear the soft strains of a piano over the television and he shuts off the basketball game to go investigate, opening the door to the music room carefully. It’s a tiny room, tucked at the back of the house, and Kurt had told him it used to be his bedroom before he decided it was too cramped and he’d rather be in the basement.
Right now all it has in it is a piano, and while Kurt doesn’t play that often he’s kinda ridiculously good and Finn always loves listening to him when he decides to.
I’ve lost all resistance,
And crossed some borderline…
Finn clears his throat as Kurt turns to look at him, mouth open slightly in surprise. “Hey.”
“Hey. That’s from that…Twisted thing, isn’t it?” Finn scratches his head, because Kurt listens to that soundtrack, like, all the time, but he can’t remember what it’s called.
“Wicked, Finn. Wicked,” Kurt corrects him, his eyes full of mirth, and Finn shrugs and moves into the room. “Honestly.”
“Hey, at least I remembered it was one word,” Finn sulks.
“Yes, one word. Like Rent. And Cabaret. And Chess and Evita and Gypsy and…”
“I think you’ve made your point, dude,” Finn rolls his eyes and plops beside Kurt on the stool. It’s a tight fit and Kurt takes his hands off of the keys to glare at him but Finn’s actually kinda comfortable and he’s so not gonna move right now. “Hey.”
“Yes?”
“Just ‘cuz Blaine’s here it doesn’t mean we’re gonna stop fooling around, does it?” he asks quietly, mouth near Kurt’s ear, and he can feel the other boy shiver at the blunt question.
“Not unless you want to,” he replies, turning his head so that their lips are almost touching. “He’s a floor above us and half a house away, and we’ve got a door…”
“Good,” Finn’s lips are on the other teen’s neck, sucking gently, and Kurt sighs and leans into him, tilting his head to give Finn better access which he’s rather grateful for.
“Mm. Not here.”
“Hmm?”
“Dad and Carole will be home soon…it’s almost midnight, and you know they’re not especially night owls. Let’s go downstairs,” he sighs as Finn keeps mouthing at his neck, tasting his salt and laying his tongue flat against the skin, feeling Kurt’s heart speed up at the action, his pulse racing under Finn’s lips.
“Hey, Kurt?”
“Yeah?” Kurt mumbles, neck arched back nearly onto Finn’s shoulder now, and it looks uncomfortable but for him it’s probably fine.
“If you’re not alive, how can you still have a pulse?” he asks curiously as Kurt laughs darkly.
“I’d like to think it’s because my body still thinks it’s alive. Everything’s the same, even if my blood’s running cold at the moment, and it’s probably for the best: when I go back to being fully human nothing will have to change so the transition will be markedly easier,” he suggests, pushing back into Finn’s body. “Now stop asking deep questions and kiss me.”
“Pushy,” Finn smiles and then yelps as Kurt tightens long fingers in his hair and pulls his head down so they can kiss properly, somehow getting him to his feet in the process and starting to lead him out of the room.
“Television,” he murmurs as they pass it and Finn scrambles for the remote, turning it off as Kurt grabs his arm and all but drags him down to the basement. He lets Finn lift him onto the bed and they lay there for a few minutes, just kissing as Finn tries not to let himself get too excited because he’s not sure if Kurt wants to go that far tonight. “What’s this for, anyway?” Kurt asks after a time, pulling away, pupils blown and lips red and hair mussed and crap, Finn wants him, and that scares him probably more than it should.
“Um. Y-yesterday…when you were…feeding…I had a…Kurt!”
“Yes?” Kurt’s rubbing him gently through his jeans, fingers barely teasing him through the fabric, and Finn shudders and tries to thrust into the other boy’s hand. “Tell your story and I might let you come, but if you do it before you finish explaining I’m not touching you for a week.”
“Bu…”
“Sweetie, if we’re working toward what I think we’re working toward? You’ll be finished before you even start and that’s not going to be enjoyable for either of us,” Kurt tells him, still barely touching, and Finn gulps and starts to talk.
“Okay. Okay, I…” he closes his eyes and shudders, trying to keep himself under control as Kurt grips him a little harder. “I had this weird feeling, like…like I could feelcould, y’know?” he gasps out as Kurt nods distractedly and unzips his fly, sticking a hand into his jeans and starting to rub him through his boxers instead. “That’s just mean…”
“Mm. Continue,” Kurt sounds bored, of all things, and Finn spares him a glare before trying not to think about what Kurt’s doing again.
“Okay. So,” he lets out his breath slowly, calming himself down a little. “So. I was thinkin’ that…you’re never really closer to anybody than when you’re inside them, right? And I was wondering if it’d feel the same way if we…if we had sex. Because it was kinda amazing, dude, not gonna lie,” Finn tries to finish quickly because Kurt’s hand slips inside his boxers, cold hand wrapping around his cock and making him flinch before he starts stroking in earnest again. “Kurt…Kurt, I’m not gonna…”
“Yes, you are,” Kurt says, his tone biting, and he rather cruelly, at least in Finn’s opinion, tightens his hold around the base of Finn’s cock and Finn jerks forward because he’s that close but he can’t and Kurt’s smirking at him, eyes narrowed, and Finn whimpers although he’ll later deny that. “Anything else?”
“Just…when I thought about it like that? It…ah, Kurt…it didn’t scare me. It was, like, I just wondered what it would be like to be…um…inside of somebody,” he says cautiously as Kurt loosens his hold and starts languidly stroking him again and oh, God, Mailman!
“I think you should know what it feels like, after Santana,” he mentions casually.
“Not…that wasn’t…that didn’t…I didn’t love her, okay?” Finn blurts out, probably loud enough that Blaine could have heard, but Kurt’s eyes widen and his mouth falls open a little and he stops moving. “Kurt…Kurt, please, man!”
Kurt shakes his head and strokes him faster, thumb flicking over the head of his cock every few seconds and that’s all it takes before he comes, hard, cock pulsing and hips pumping and he’s exhausted and sweaty by the time he’s done, flopping back on the bed and not really caring that his jeans are ruined and he’s going to have to sneak them to the washer somehow.
“Wow,” he laughs breathily, panting, and Kurt lays on top of him and gives him a timid smile. “That was really mean, dude.”
“The …um…ending looked like it was worth it, though?” Kurt asks hopefully, eyes shining, and Finn had to give him that one.
“It was awesome,” he admits truthfully, because he hasn’t come that hard in a long time. “Really awesome.”
“Glad to hear it. I need to wash,” Kurt rolls over and starts to get up but Finn catches his wrist. “Finn, really, this is disgusting.”
“You don’t…”
“No. I’m fine. That was for you,” Kurt tells him with a fond look before getting off of the bed and heading for the washroom. “And be careful when you get off of the bed. Remember what I said about getting my sheets dirty,” he warns before disappearing into the other room, and Finn sits up, confused, and stares after him.
“Hey!” he follows after Kurt, legs a little shaky, and grabs on to the bathroom doorframe to keep himself from pitching forward. “Kurt, is something wrong?”
“It’s fine,” Kurt’s washing his hands, scrubbing a little harder than it probably necessary, and Finn knows him well enough to know that he’s not fine.
He says so, in fact, and Kurt looks at him and shakes his head in resignation. “What’s wrong, buddy?”
“Please don’t call me that. I’m not your dog or your ten-year-old cousin,” Kurt says tiredly. “I’ll accept ‘man’ and ‘dude’ because I don’t think I can change your vocabulary that drastically, but call me ‘buddy’ again and I’ll do a lot worse than just hold off your orgasm for a few seconds.”
Finn gulps; even though he only understood about half of what Kurt had said, he got the last part loud and clear. “Right. Cool. So, what’s wrong?”
“It’s just…you. Being okay with gay sex.”
“Kind of,” Finn corrects. “Now that I’m thinking about it seriously again it’s still kinda weird, but in that moment? Yeah, it seemed like an awesome idea,” he admits.
“Once again, you’re proving to be more mature than me in this situation and I’m not sure how to process that,” Kurt turns around and leans against the counter, his eyes drawn instinctively to the stain on the front of Finn’s jeans.
“But you said you were cool with it! That you wanted to try it, remember?” Finn’s not moving any closer because Kurt in this kind of mood has a tendency to be volatile and he’d rather not poke the bear in this case. At least, he thinks that’s the expression. It’s some kind of animal, anyway, and bears seem like they’d be dangerous to poke.
“I said that to try and sway you, not because I thought it would work. Think about it, Finn: with how tentative I am about anything sexual, do you really think I’d look at intercourse and go, ‘oh, that looks fun! Let’s try that!’?” he exclaims, looking a little frazzled, and Finn hugs him on impulse.
“Hey, it’s cool. I’ll never push you into anything, Kurt, you know that. And I’m not really ready either; it was just the heat of the moment, right?”
“If you say so,” Kurt finally replies, returning the hug. “Sorry I just left, it was…”
“Turn around,” Finn urges softly, not sure if Kurt’s going to listen, but Kurt just gives him a strange look before complying and turning to face the mirror again, blinking at nothing. Finn sighs and wonders if they’ll ever be able to do this when he can actually see Kurt because it’ll probably be really hot, but he slides one hand under the T-shirt Kurt’s wearing to rest on his stomach and slips the other inside of his pajama pants, not surprised to find that the smaller teen’s still half-hard as Kurt gasps at the touch. “I wish I could see you right now,” he murmurs into Kurt’s ear, getting a low moan in response. “We have to do this when you’re human again.”
“I…” Kurt slides his hands back to rest on Finn’s hips, slim fingers flexing against the fabric of his jeans (which he needs to change as soon as this is over because yeah, cold spunk is kinda gross) as he pushes his hips towards Finn’s touch. “I’m sure I’m a mess.”
“Nah, you’re totally hot, dude,” Finn promises, lips finding Kurt’s neck again and fastening over the mark he’d been leaving earlier, and that’s totally gonna show for a while because Kurt’s even more freakishly pale than normal. “Is this okay?” he’s pretty sure it’s too late and while Kurt won’t be able to see it, everybody else will and he really doesn’t want to start rumors with the whole school if he can help it.
“Mm. I’ve got a lot of scarves,” Kurt sounds amused and Finn’s going to bet he’s smiling, but he figures that’s permission enough and goes back to sucking at the soft skin, hand moving faster as Kurt drops his head, braces himself against Finn’s body, and starts moving in sync with him.
He’s making these little whining noises that are shooting straight to Finn’s groin and the taller boy tries to ignore that, focusing instead on Kurt and getting a little payback for earlier because no matter how good the ending was, that was totally a cheap move to pull. When Kurt starts moaning his name and pressing back against him he smirks over Kurt’s shoulder, knowing that the other boy can see him, and Kurt’s eyes widen as Finn grips the base of his cock the same way Kurt had done to him, a little stuttering whimper torn from his throat as he, well, tries to meet Finn’s eyes in the mirror.
At least, that’s what Finn figures he’s trying to do. “God, Finn…Finn…”
“Just…paying you back a little,” Finn slides his hand farther under Kurt’s shirt, feeling the other boy’s chest move with his panting breaths. “Fair’s fair, right?”
Kurt makes a growling noise that probably means he doesn’t agree, so Finn turns his head and kisses him, sliding his tongue into Kurt’s surprisingly hot mouth and it’s wet and noisy and perfect as he decides he’s let Kurt suffer enough and moves his hand: one firm, slow stroke that has Kurt shaking and coming and groaning into his mouth, his body slumping against Finn’s as Finn does his best to hold him upright.
“Good, right?” he laughs into Kurt’s sweat-slick hair, hugging Kurt to him as the other boy gets his breathing under control.
“Yes,” Kurt finally admits, turning enough to glare at Finn. “But if you ever try something like that again without telling me first, I’m going to bite you and leave you bleeding.”
Finn knows the other boy’s teasing and he wraps Kurt up in his arms and pulls them close enough that their noses are touching. “You’d never, dude. You love me too much.”
“That, unfortunately, is probably true,” Kurt concedes, arms coming around Finn’s neck to pull him down into another kiss.
Finn can hear the door open upstairs but he’s not too inclined to go greet the parents right now, and with Kurt looking undeniably tousled and sex-flushed there’d really be no hiding what they were doing.
So he’ll stay down here a little longer.
Really, he’s got nowhere better to be.
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Notes:
1. I realized after the fact that all of the musicals I named in this chapter actually have something to do with Glee. It’s just a coincidence, I swear! Although I will admit that at least three of them are just because Adam Pascal was in them and I think he’s amazing. xP.
2. Funny story about ‘Twisted.’ A touring production of ‘Wicked’ is coming here this year and my mom’s friend wanted my mom to go with her, so my mom came home one night and said she had tickets to ‘Twisted.’ At which point my dad goes, “Don’t you mean ‘Wicked?’” So yes. True story. On that note, I also plan on buying tickets because I’ve wanted to see ‘Wicked’ for a while now :)
3. Um, there’s a ‘30 Days of Kinn’ meme going around on Tumblr and I decided heck, why not? So if you want to check out the first day it’s over: here
And that’s about it :D Hope you all enjoyed!