Fic - Just What I Need - Chapter 4/5 - At Last
Title: Just What I Need, chapter 4 - At Last
Pairing: Finn/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: At Rachel's party, Blaine starts hitting on Finn who's surprised to realize he really likes it.
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The chapter title is from Etta James' At Last
Chapter 1 is here.
Chapter 2 is here.
Chapter 3, Part 1 is here.
Chapter 3, Part 2 is here.
Chapter 5 will be up soon.
Finn could barely concentrate on the road while he drove to Blaine’s house. He couldn’t wait to see Blaine again, even though they’d been together less than two hours ago. The thought of them being alone together at last, and the thought of them being boyfriends were so exciting, he nearly had to stop the car and wait until he’d calm down.
Blaine opened the door a split second after Finn rang the doorbell, which made him suspect that Blaine had been waiting for him right by the door.
As soon as the door closed behind Finn, he took Blaine in his arms, burying his face in the dark curls, taking in their scent.
“God, I missed you,” he sighed.
Blaine chuckled, his hands already slipping under Finn’s shirt, slowly discovering his skin.
“When did you say your parents were coming back?” Finn asked, his voice deeper than usual.
“Sunday night.”
“Then I say we should move this to your room.”
Finn picked Blaine up before he could answer. Blaine just wrapped his legs around Finn’s waist and mumbled: “Upstairs, first door to your left.”
It took them a good ten minutes to get upstairs: Finn kept stopping to press Blaine against the wall and kiss him, sometimes getting so entranced by Blaine’s lips, tongue, or hands that he forgot they meant to get to the bedroom.
When they finally reached it, Finn couldn’t contain himself: he put Blaine down long enough to get rid of their shirts and pants, then lifted him up again, pressing him against the closed door.
Finn knew Blaine loved to be pushed against a wall like this: his legs were wrapped against Finn’s waist in a tight grip, his fingers were digging patterns in the skin of Finn’s back, and the sounds he made were to die for. He kept breathing heavily in Finn’s ear, and he moaned every time Finn pressed him harder against the door.
Finn was so overwhelmed by the hotness of it all that he just stood there, holding Blaine up and watching him, completely forgetting to actually do something.
He snapped out of it when Blaine moaned his name.
“Finn… Touch me, please, Finn…”
Coming back to reality, Finn slipped a hand into Blaine’s briefs to grab his ass, his lips going straight to Blaine’s neck, where he licked and sucked and teased and bit, in rhythm with Blaine’s debauched moans.
Blaine’s nails were digging into Finn’s back, his whole body was aching to get closer to him, his neck was stretching to give better access to Finn. To each of Finn’s bites, Blaine responded with a high-pitched moan and a spasm of his whole body, bringing their erect cocks to brush together through the fabric of their underwear.
It was all too much and not enough for Finn. He took a few steps back, sitting on the bed so that Blaine was straddling him.
For a while, they just kissed, trying to calm down a bit: Finn was sure he’d come on the spot if they kept going, and Blaine looked like he wasn’t far from it either. As soon as he felt like he’d managed to regain control, Finn flipped over to be on top of Blaine.
They stayed like this for a while, almost immobile, just panting hard and spilling kisses on every bit of warm, sweaty skin. Blaine’s hands made their way into Finn’s boxers, trying to push away the fabric. Finn rolled over for a second so they could both get rid of their underwear.
At last, that was it. They were finally naked, after all this waiting, and Finn needed Blaine’s skin, Blaine’s touch, Blaine’s pleasure, more than he’d ever needed anything.
Slowly, taking in each of Blaine’s reactions, he ran the tip of his fingers all over Blaine’s chest, noticing every shiver, every goose bump he provoked. It felt weird, because he wanted to go fast, he’d waited so long, and he wanted it so much, but for the same reasons, he also wanted to revel in the moment, to take his time just enjoying it.
Blaine seemed to appreciate it as well. His fingers were grabbing the sheets, his eyes were closed but his mouth hung open, letting out all kinds of moans and gasps. Finn’s fingers eventually ended up near Blaine’s cock, and he couldn’t resist teasing him a bit: almost touching it, but not quite, until Blaine started to buck his hips involuntarily, his cock twitching near the touch.
“Finn, please...” Blaine moaned.
“What do you want?” Finn’s voice was barely more than a growl.
“You, oh god, please - “
Blaine was coming undone because of him and he hadn’t even started.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Finn repeated, his voice even deeper.
“Touch me, please, please Finn, I need you so much...”
Finn let out a deep moan: Blaine had let go of the sheets and was grabbing his face, kissing him deeply. It was all sloppy licks and sharp bites, not actual kisses, but they couldn’t care less, they just needed to taste each other, to feel everything.
Finn forgot he meant to make Blaine beg for it, he forgot everything, except that he wanted to make him come. Grabbing Blaine’s cock, he let out a sigh. He was touching him at last, after wishing it for so long.
Blaine’s breath hitched at the touch and he kissed Finn even harder. He was coming apart under Finn’s touch, unable to do anything except pulling him closer and kissing him harder. Finn was so hard and so horny he didn’t even realize he was grinding on Blaine’s thigh, trying to get some unattainable release.
He felt like he was about to burst - the sensations were too much, almost unbearable, but still not enough to make him come. Looking straight into Blaine’s eyes, he shifted his hips to line them up with Blaine’s, and grabbed both their cocks together, stroking them both. Their cocks were rubbing together, sending sparks of intense pleasure through their whole bodies.
At one point, Blaine stopped kissing Finn. He let his head fall to the pillow and arched his back, scraping Finn’s skin with his nails. His hips started bucking by themselves, trying to get impossibly closer to Finn’s cock. Each time his hips bucked up, Finn was brought closer to his climax. He needed to see Blaine come, he couldn’t take it anymore.
Blaine’s head was still thrown back, exposing the skin of his neck, warm and sweaty and so inviting. Letting out a moan, Finn planted his teeth in the skin, making Blaine scream as he spilled himself over Finn’s hand and cock, as well as on his own stomach. The sight of it, as well as the sharp finger nails digging in his back, made him let go. He let his whole body go limp, falling on top of Blaine, shaking uncontrollably as he came hard on their already sticky skins.
They stayed like this for a while, trying to catch their breath, basking in each other’s warmth.
Eventually, Blaine tried to push Finn off of him.
“Finn, you’re crushing me,” he said as Finn wouldn’t move.
“I thought you liked it,” Finn mumbled lazily in Blaine’s neck.
“I do, but a guy has to breath once in a while.”
“Alright, alright,” he said has he rolled to his side. “Eww, gross,” he added when he noticed that they were both still covered in come.
Blaine chuckled. “Shower?”
“Definitely.” Finn grinned.
Pairing: Finn/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: At Rachel's party, Blaine starts hitting on Finn who's surprised to realize he really likes it.
Fill for this prompt
The chapter title is from Etta James' At Last
Chapter 1 is here.
Chapter 2 is here.
Chapter 3, Part 1 is here.
Chapter 3, Part 2 is here.
Chapter 5 will be up soon.
Finn could barely concentrate on the road while he drove to Blaine’s house. He couldn’t wait to see Blaine again, even though they’d been together less than two hours ago. The thought of them being alone together at last, and the thought of them being boyfriends were so exciting, he nearly had to stop the car and wait until he’d calm down.
Blaine opened the door a split second after Finn rang the doorbell, which made him suspect that Blaine had been waiting for him right by the door.
As soon as the door closed behind Finn, he took Blaine in his arms, burying his face in the dark curls, taking in their scent.
“God, I missed you,” he sighed.
Blaine chuckled, his hands already slipping under Finn’s shirt, slowly discovering his skin.
“When did you say your parents were coming back?” Finn asked, his voice deeper than usual.
“Sunday night.”
“Then I say we should move this to your room.”
Finn picked Blaine up before he could answer. Blaine just wrapped his legs around Finn’s waist and mumbled: “Upstairs, first door to your left.”
It took them a good ten minutes to get upstairs: Finn kept stopping to press Blaine against the wall and kiss him, sometimes getting so entranced by Blaine’s lips, tongue, or hands that he forgot they meant to get to the bedroom.
When they finally reached it, Finn couldn’t contain himself: he put Blaine down long enough to get rid of their shirts and pants, then lifted him up again, pressing him against the closed door.
Finn knew Blaine loved to be pushed against a wall like this: his legs were wrapped against Finn’s waist in a tight grip, his fingers were digging patterns in the skin of Finn’s back, and the sounds he made were to die for. He kept breathing heavily in Finn’s ear, and he moaned every time Finn pressed him harder against the door.
Finn was so overwhelmed by the hotness of it all that he just stood there, holding Blaine up and watching him, completely forgetting to actually do something.
He snapped out of it when Blaine moaned his name.
“Finn… Touch me, please, Finn…”
Coming back to reality, Finn slipped a hand into Blaine’s briefs to grab his ass, his lips going straight to Blaine’s neck, where he licked and sucked and teased and bit, in rhythm with Blaine’s debauched moans.
Blaine’s nails were digging into Finn’s back, his whole body was aching to get closer to him, his neck was stretching to give better access to Finn. To each of Finn’s bites, Blaine responded with a high-pitched moan and a spasm of his whole body, bringing their erect cocks to brush together through the fabric of their underwear.
It was all too much and not enough for Finn. He took a few steps back, sitting on the bed so that Blaine was straddling him.
For a while, they just kissed, trying to calm down a bit: Finn was sure he’d come on the spot if they kept going, and Blaine looked like he wasn’t far from it either. As soon as he felt like he’d managed to regain control, Finn flipped over to be on top of Blaine.
They stayed like this for a while, almost immobile, just panting hard and spilling kisses on every bit of warm, sweaty skin. Blaine’s hands made their way into Finn’s boxers, trying to push away the fabric. Finn rolled over for a second so they could both get rid of their underwear.
At last, that was it. They were finally naked, after all this waiting, and Finn needed Blaine’s skin, Blaine’s touch, Blaine’s pleasure, more than he’d ever needed anything.
Slowly, taking in each of Blaine’s reactions, he ran the tip of his fingers all over Blaine’s chest, noticing every shiver, every goose bump he provoked. It felt weird, because he wanted to go fast, he’d waited so long, and he wanted it so much, but for the same reasons, he also wanted to revel in the moment, to take his time just enjoying it.
Blaine seemed to appreciate it as well. His fingers were grabbing the sheets, his eyes were closed but his mouth hung open, letting out all kinds of moans and gasps. Finn’s fingers eventually ended up near Blaine’s cock, and he couldn’t resist teasing him a bit: almost touching it, but not quite, until Blaine started to buck his hips involuntarily, his cock twitching near the touch.
“Finn, please...” Blaine moaned.
“What do you want?” Finn’s voice was barely more than a growl.
“You, oh god, please - “
Blaine was coming undone because of him and he hadn’t even started.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Finn repeated, his voice even deeper.
“Touch me, please, please Finn, I need you so much...”
Finn let out a deep moan: Blaine had let go of the sheets and was grabbing his face, kissing him deeply. It was all sloppy licks and sharp bites, not actual kisses, but they couldn’t care less, they just needed to taste each other, to feel everything.
Finn forgot he meant to make Blaine beg for it, he forgot everything, except that he wanted to make him come. Grabbing Blaine’s cock, he let out a sigh. He was touching him at last, after wishing it for so long.
Blaine’s breath hitched at the touch and he kissed Finn even harder. He was coming apart under Finn’s touch, unable to do anything except pulling him closer and kissing him harder. Finn was so hard and so horny he didn’t even realize he was grinding on Blaine’s thigh, trying to get some unattainable release.
He felt like he was about to burst - the sensations were too much, almost unbearable, but still not enough to make him come. Looking straight into Blaine’s eyes, he shifted his hips to line them up with Blaine’s, and grabbed both their cocks together, stroking them both. Their cocks were rubbing together, sending sparks of intense pleasure through their whole bodies.
At one point, Blaine stopped kissing Finn. He let his head fall to the pillow and arched his back, scraping Finn’s skin with his nails. His hips started bucking by themselves, trying to get impossibly closer to Finn’s cock. Each time his hips bucked up, Finn was brought closer to his climax. He needed to see Blaine come, he couldn’t take it anymore.
Blaine’s head was still thrown back, exposing the skin of his neck, warm and sweaty and so inviting. Letting out a moan, Finn planted his teeth in the skin, making Blaine scream as he spilled himself over Finn’s hand and cock, as well as on his own stomach. The sight of it, as well as the sharp finger nails digging in his back, made him let go. He let his whole body go limp, falling on top of Blaine, shaking uncontrollably as he came hard on their already sticky skins.
They stayed like this for a while, trying to catch their breath, basking in each other’s warmth.
Eventually, Blaine tried to push Finn off of him.
“Finn, you’re crushing me,” he said as Finn wouldn’t move.
“I thought you liked it,” Finn mumbled lazily in Blaine’s neck.
“I do, but a guy has to breath once in a while.”
“Alright, alright,” he said has he rolled to his side. “Eww, gross,” he added when he noticed that they were both still covered in come.
Blaine chuckled. “Shower?”
“Definitely.” Finn grinned.