Sina Libbu Ziana (Part 3c)
Title: Sina Libbu Ziana (Two Hearts Beating)
Rating: NC-17
Part: 3c/7
Will lies tucked into Finn's embrace, trailing a finger along the thin trail of hair leading down the young man's navel into the waistband of his borrowed sweatpants and enjoying the feeling of Finn's fingers running through his hair, blunt nails massaging his scalp. His skin feels hot and sticky where it is pressed up against Finn and as comfortable as he is, he knows they should get up.
“I need a shower,” He announces, pushing himself upright.
“Well, I didn't want to say anything, but...” Finn replies with a sly grin.
“Funny,” Will answers flatly, punching him on the shoulder. “You're not so fresh yourself.”
“I thought I smelled amazing?” Finn counters, lazing out contentedly in a way that stretches his muscles and really, Will could just lick the entire length of him.
“I did say that didn't I,” He admits indulgently, running a hand along the smooth skin of Finn's stomach.
“So,” Finn sits up and cocks an eyebrow, “Does your shower have room for two?”
Will lives in a nice apartment, in a nice part of town, but his bathroom is still fairly poky and there's not enough room to comfortably fit two people in the shower, especially not when one of them is Finn's considerable size.
“No,” He answers honestly, then has a brainwave. “There's room in the bath though.”
They move through to the bathroom and Will sits on the edge of the tub, starting the water running and testing the temperature, before adding a splash of sandalwood scented gel; watching the oily fluid diffuse out through the shallow water and start forming into foamy bubbles.
“Okay, bubbles... Seriously?” Finn questions, wrapping his arms round Will from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.
Will rolls his eyes, “Let me guess, all you manly men on the football team only take steam baths after practice and won't go near bath salts or candles because it's too girly.”
“No, it's just...” Finn shrugs and rubs random patterns against Will's bare stomach, “Just cute, is all.”
Will stops the water once it's filled the tub halfway, then strips Finn out of the sweatpants and leaves to put them in the laundry hamper. Finn's own jeans he leaves slumped by the door of the bedroom as he returns to the bathroom and finds Finn already submerged.
“Hey,” He smiles cheerily up at Will and holds a hand out, “Come on in, the water's great.”
“Whatever, you goofball.” Will masks his amusement poorly as he takes the offered hand and steps into the bath.
He slips and goes down hard, managing to knock Finn's head back onto the rim of the tub and swallow a mouthful of water before he can recover.
“Oh fuck,” He coughs, spluttering up water and watching Finn with an expression of total mortification. “Finn, are you alright?”
“Yeah, I'm-” Finn peels a hand away from checking his head for bumps and gets a good look at Will. He bursts into raucous laughter, the sound echoing in the enclosed space, turning the single sound into a pack of hyenas. “Your hair,” Finn chokes out around his laughter, running a finger along the sopping wet curls clinging to Will's forehead.
“Oh yeah, it does that,” Will remarks, shaking his head to dislodge the hair from sticking to his skin. He looks across at Finn once he's done so, surprised by the soft expression and the kiss that is pressed to his forehead unexpectedly.
“You make drowned rat look sexy,” Finn declares, breaking the tension.
“Fucker.” Will splashes at the younger man.
“Fuckee.” Finn splashes him back.
“I'm not speaking to you now,” Will declares petulantly, turning round and twisting the faucet to set the water going again.
The water in the bath comes close to flowing over the rim of the tub as Finn slides up behind him, encircling his waist and pressing his smirking lips to Will's nape, “I'm sorry.” He doesn't sound it, but there's really nothing to apologize for. They sit silently in their embrace as the warm water slowly rises; once it's at the right level, Will stops the water and they lay back along the length of the bath.
It is incredibly relaxing: the hot water soothing on his aching muscles; his body lax against the muscular frame behind him; Finn's fingers trailing through the water in front of them, sending little trickles of water up his chest. It is so relaxing that Will believes it is understandable that he reacts sluggishly to Finn's question.
“Do you ever miss it?”
“Hm?”
“Mul Apin,” Finn elaborates. “Do you ever miss it?”
“I suppose, in a way,” Will ponders.
Finn considers it for a moment, then asks with an attempt to be casual that doesn't quite succeed, “Do you ever think about going back?”
“Not really,” Will answers readily. “This is my home now.”
“You make it sound so wonderful though,” Finn presses.
“I probably romanticized quite a bit,” Will admits sheepishly. “Don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful place but it isn't perfect by any stretch of the imagination. After all the time I've lived here on Earth, with its music and culture, going home would be like going back to Dr. Seuss books after reading T.S. Eliot.” He tilts his head back on Finn's shoulder and, even upside down, can see the uncertainty on the young man's face. “I have fond memories, but I'm happy for it to be my past and Earth to remain as my future. You'll probably feel the same about Lima once you've moved on,” He clarifies.
Finn smiles down at him, a grin that's bright and open even with the inverted angle; he strokes his fingers through Will's damp hair, “I'm glad you aren't going to leave. I really like having you as my teacher and for Glee club and stuff...”
“Well, I really like having you in Glee club... and stuff,” Will parrots, stroking a hand along Finn's wrist and joining their fingers fondly. He hears a quiet answering chuckle and feels the press of Finn's smile against his skin.
They laze together in the bath until the warm water starts to turn cool and Will turns round to face Finn, who hasn't had the water touch any part of him below the nipple as of yet.
“We'll wash your hair then get out, that sound okay?” He suggests.
“Wash my hair, how?” Finn retorts, taking account of the very limited space in the bath.
“I've got it,” Will assures. “Tilt your head forward.”
Finn complies and watches in awe as a large bubble of water forms on the surface, then begins to rise up over his head. “You're doing that?”
“Yes; keep your eyes shut,” Will advises.
Finn shuts his eyes and waits for the water to crash down over his head; he wipes dripping water away from his face and opens his eyes to look at Will, “Is that your ZE?”
“Yes,” Will answers, frowning in concentration as he directs neurochemical energy and makes little twitching gestures with his fingers that don't really direct the movement but help him to focus.
“How does it work?” Finn asks, intrigued, when the second bubble of water has soaked over him.
Will doesn't answer until a third bubble has burst over the young man and suitably soaked his hair, he reaches for the shampoo and begins to explain, “You know the different structures of matter, right; solids, liquids and gases?”
“Yeah.”
“Close your eyes again,” Will instructs, starting to massage the shampoo into Finn's hair as he continues. “Well, all matter is made up of particles but between those particles is this kind of void. We call it Kurnugi, the scientists studying it here on Earth named it dark energy.”
“Is that like dark matter?” Finn interjects curiously.
“The two are closely connected,” Will agrees. “ZE works by manipulating Kurnugi, which in turn affects the particles around it,” He explains. “It's the principle behind our mastery of space exploration, there's so much Kurnugi outside a planet's atmosphere that it can be harnessed to-”
“To provide the kinetic boost necessary for FTL travel,” Finn supplies neatly.
Will pauses and makes a paranoid check of the Duranki, either Finn has made huge progress in obtaining information from it since yesterday evening or is some kind of physics savant.
“I played Mass Effect,” Finn offers as an explanation, grinning like he can see the stunned expression on Will's face even with his eyes shut.
“I'm... impressed,” Will confesses, a profound understatement. “All these years and you humans keep finding ways to surprise me,” He mumbles, a smile quirking the corner of his mouth as he washes shampoo suds from his hands.
Will rinses Finn's hair clean with a few more ZE controlled bubbles, then runs his hands through Finn's soaked hair, teasing it up into damp spikes, “There, nice and clean.”
He means the words entirely innocently of course, but as he speaks a really dirty idea comes to mind. Finn seems to sense something because he runs a hand along Will's side, “What's up?”
“I, uh, I have an idea for something we could do; maybe, only if you wanted to,” He admits.
“What's the idea?” Finn asks. Will passes the idea through the Duranki and watches for a response; Finn's eyes go wide and his pupils dilate at almost the exact same moment, pheromones begin to seep from his clean skin, “Y-yes, that's- I'm okay with that.”
“I'll have to clean you first,” Will warns.
“No, that's-” Finn pauses and takes a calming breath. “Let's do this.”
They climb out of the bath and Finn scrubs himself reasonably dry on a towel as Will ducks down to dig through the cabinet under the sink, pushing aside unopened packs of toothbrushes and mouthwash to get to the thing he's searching for; tucked away at the back for privacy's sake.
Finn hands him a towel when he stands back up and eyes the nozzle in his hand, “What's that?”
For a word that gets thrown about as an insult in the halls of McKinley every day, it's sort of ironic that Finn doesn't know what it is. “It's for douching,” He answers, setting it down to tie the towel round his waist.
“And you just have that lying around?” Finn remarks.
Will doesn't respond; he invited Finn into his home to participate in his sex life, not judge it. “Do you understand how it works?”
Finn folds his arms over his chest, glancing away and looking uncomfortable, “It goes up my ass.”
“Just a little, yes,” Will confirms. “I'll use it to squeeze some water into your anus, then you'll need to clench down and hold it in there for about half a minute before, um, purging it.”
“Purging?” Finn repeats, an expression of comprehension appearing when Will looks towards the toilet.
“We'll do that a few times and then you should be clean,” Will continues the explanation.
“There's no way we can just skip all that, huh?” Finn remarks, glancing up with his embarrassment visible on his face.
“No,” Will answers firmly. “But we don't have to do this if you aren't comfortable with it. It was just an idea.”
“Will it hurt?”
“No, but it will feel uncomfortable.”
After a moment of deliberation, Finn answers. “I want to do this,” He says, sounding firmly resolved.
There's already a bathtub full of water, but since it's dirty Will fills the hand basin to fill the douche-bag from. Finn unknots the towel and lets it fall from his hips, standing awkwardly and waiting for Will to direct him.
“Just, uh, lean on the edge of the bath,” Will suggests, testing the temperature of the water and then filling the bag. He presses a hand to Finn's hip, stroking encouragingly to try and soothe the tense young man. He doesn't want to act clinical, but he also doesn't want Finn thinking that he's getting off on this; to Will it's just a means to an end, quite literally, a means to Finn's rear end. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah.” Finn nods sharply and sticks his ass up a little higher, posture stiff.
“This will go better if you aren't so tense,” Will advises, stroking at his hip again. “I promise I'll take care of you.”
“Okay.” Finn breathes out, sounding a lot more relaxed.
Will parts the young man's asscheeks and presses the tip of the nozzle up against his hole; he waits for Finn to relax again after that initial invasion, then pushes past the resisting sphincter. He squeezes and squirts a stream of water up into Finn's tight channel, Finn trembles at the sensation but doesn't cry out.
“Okay, I need you to clench,” Will instructs, pulling the nozzle away and ducking aside to clean the tip. “You doing okay?” He asks when he turns back.
“It feels weird,” Finn professes.
“Good weird?” Will suggests, lacking any real hope in the affirmative.
“Bad weird,” Finn answers, confirming his suspicion.
“We don't have to-”
“I said I wanted to do this and we've made it this far,” Finn cuts him off with surprising confidence. “Could you just, um, wait outside for this next part, please?”
“Of course,” Will agrees readily. He steps outside and pulls the bathroom door shut to give the young man a modicum of privacy; he steps over and knocks once he hears the toilet flush, waiting for Finn to let him back in. “Do you still-?”
“Fuck, Will!” Finn exclaims, “Let's just get this over with quickly, okay?”
Seeing the set to Finn's jaw, Will resolves to stop checking after every little change and they speed through the process half a dozen times before Finn reports that the water coming out of him has run clear. They repeat the process again, just to be on the safe side and Finn looks very gratified to see the nozzle being cleaned off and tucked away under the sink again.
“So, now?” He prompts, reaching for Will.
“Not quite yet,” Will answers apologetically. Finn whines quietly, so he presses a soft kiss to his pouting lips. “I know that this isn't much fun, but I'm going to make you feel so good it'll all seem worth it; but first, soap.” He picks a bar up and lathers it in his hand, reaching down to rub it into the cleft of Finn's ass. After that, he washes the soap away thoroughly with clean water and smiles at Finn with palpable anticipation, “Now we're ready.”
They leave the bathroom to the chorus of gargling water going down plugholes, Will hurrying forward expectantly and Finn following along at a more sedate pace with a new towel tied round his waist.
“So, um, what do you need me to do?” Finn asks as he sits on the edge of the bed.
“You've done everything you need to, just leave the rest up to me,” Will answers kindly, resting his hands on Finn's shoulders and leaning down to kiss him. Finn responds well to being back on familiar ground and kisses back, reaching up to thread his fingers through Will's frizzy hair. Will lets his hands slide from Finn's shoulders, settle onto his waist and guides him back onto the bed. Finn's hands come to support Will, dislodging the loosely-held towel from his waist but Will doesn't bother trying to grab it as he crawls on top of the young man. Finn's hands explore the exposed skin: sliding over Will's ass, down his thighs, back up to his ass and Will arches back into the touch, breathing in the fresh pheromones rising from Finn.
“You ready for this?” Will asks; when Finn gives a nod in reply, he grins and presses a quick kiss to Finn's lips. “Okay, turn over,” He instructs, patting Finn's thigh under the towel in expectation.
Finn obediently lets the towel fall open and turns over on it, getting up onto his hands and knees to expose himself to the other man. “Like this?” He asks, looking over his shoulder nervously.
“That'll do nicely,” Will answers.
He kneels behind the young man, his hands between Finn's spread thighs, and leans down to run his nose along the crack of his ass. There's the strong scent of Finn, the natural aroma of his sweat beginning to overlap the lingering traces of soap; Finn trembles at the contact to such an unexplored part of him and Will withdraws. He places a quick kiss to each cheek on the edge of the crack, like a French greeting but fathoms more intimate, and Finn's breathing hitches; he groans aloud when Will pushes the cheeks apart to lick a hot stripe over his tight pucker.
“Oh man,” Finn gasps and clenches the covers in his fist. “That's really good.”
“Is it?” Will questions, speaking with his lips pressed close so that the words vibrate across Finn's hole and all the way up his spine.
“Fuck, yes,” He hisses.
“Good to know,” Will can't keep the gloating tone out of his voice, and he bites gently at the cleft low down close to the perineum, making Finn yelp. He laves the area with the tip of his tongue, soothing the sting, and then runs the flat of his tongue up the entire length again.
Finn's hole feels fucking glorious under Will's tongue. The skin is flushed pink, the surface is a little rough and the drag of the coarse rim hairs across his tastebuds is strange, but satisfying. The muscle twitches as he works it and he really just wants to thrust forward into the tight heat of the hole and start looking for Finn's prostate. He pulls back to resist the urge and reaches up to palm Finn's balls, they're heavy and hanging low and Finn groans a little when Will rubs his fingers across them. Ducking down again, he tongues the underside of Finn's sac and drags his tongue all the way up, over his taint and up the slick line of his asscrack yet again. The move makes Finn groan loudly, curse and call out Will's name pleadingly so he repeats the maneuver several times, sometimes stopping to tongue and suck one of Finn's heavy testes or to bite gently into the curve of his asscheeks.
“Will, fuck, you're good at this,” Finn pants out. His arms have given out and he's fallen forward, lying with his cheek pressed flat to the bed, sometimes lifting his head up long enough to compliment Will's technique or make needy little noises that turn Will on so badly. “You were right, this was so worth it.”
Will grins at the sound of that admission, pulling back and looking down at the glistening, pink hole he's been working at diligently; he decides it's time to take this a step further and so when he dips back down, he presses the tip of his tongue against the tight pucker and pushes past it.
“Oh!” Finn cries out and goes still.
He pulls back instantly, reaching up to rub at Finn's back, “Are you okay?”
“What, I- Yes, yes!” Finn answers, “Do that again, please, please do that again.”
Will hesitantly ducks back down and licks over the flexing sphincter; pressing his tongue to the center, he feels Finn tense in anticipation, then slides his tongue up into the velvet smooth channel. Finn starts breathing heavily as his hole is invaded and then stiffens and gives a loud cry as Will's tongue grazes the sensitive gland inside him, “There, there, oh God please, Will.”
Will retreats and watches Finn: face pressed down into the mattress, ass lifted up high in the air, hand tugging along the length of his cock in a desperately needy fashion. He looks so goddamned beautiful and Will's prick is throbbing with the need to thrust into the tight rear end being offered to him so enticingly; he could slam in to the hilt and startle an orgasm out of Finn before he even knows what's happened, keep fucking him through the aftershocks and coax at least one other orgasm out of him before they're through...
But Finn hasn't given him permission for any of that and just because he wants it, doesn't make it his to take. He can't ask Finn to give him this, it isn't right; so he thrusts his tongue back into Finn's waiting hole and teases his prostate until Finn is shooting his load across the covers. Will pulls back and grasps his own leaking shaft, it only takes a few quick strokes for him to shoot and spatter Finn's ass with his come.
Finn reaches back tremulously and strokes his fingers through the fluid on his backside; he considers it for a moment, then makes a huge effort and rolls over to face Will.
“Did you want to, um-?” He finishes the question by gesturing down at himself.
“I did, but... I couldn't ask that of you, Finn,” Will answers, fighting to catch his breath.
Finn looks thoughtful and then nods, “Okay.” He slumps back down and Will crawls over to join him, sinking blissfully into an embrace. “We're gonna need another bath,” Finn mumbles, cuddling closer.
“Ugh, not now,” Will groans, burying his face in Finn's chest.
“Okay,” Finn says, looking down at Will with a dopey, well-fucked grin, “Later sounds good.”
Part 3d
Rating: NC-17
Part: 3c/7
Will lies tucked into Finn's embrace, trailing a finger along the thin trail of hair leading down the young man's navel into the waistband of his borrowed sweatpants and enjoying the feeling of Finn's fingers running through his hair, blunt nails massaging his scalp. His skin feels hot and sticky where it is pressed up against Finn and as comfortable as he is, he knows they should get up.
“I need a shower,” He announces, pushing himself upright.
“Well, I didn't want to say anything, but...” Finn replies with a sly grin.
“Funny,” Will answers flatly, punching him on the shoulder. “You're not so fresh yourself.”
“I thought I smelled amazing?” Finn counters, lazing out contentedly in a way that stretches his muscles and really, Will could just lick the entire length of him.
“I did say that didn't I,” He admits indulgently, running a hand along the smooth skin of Finn's stomach.
“So,” Finn sits up and cocks an eyebrow, “Does your shower have room for two?”
Will lives in a nice apartment, in a nice part of town, but his bathroom is still fairly poky and there's not enough room to comfortably fit two people in the shower, especially not when one of them is Finn's considerable size.
“No,” He answers honestly, then has a brainwave. “There's room in the bath though.”
They move through to the bathroom and Will sits on the edge of the tub, starting the water running and testing the temperature, before adding a splash of sandalwood scented gel; watching the oily fluid diffuse out through the shallow water and start forming into foamy bubbles.
“Okay, bubbles... Seriously?” Finn questions, wrapping his arms round Will from behind, resting his chin on his shoulder.
Will rolls his eyes, “Let me guess, all you manly men on the football team only take steam baths after practice and won't go near bath salts or candles because it's too girly.”
“No, it's just...” Finn shrugs and rubs random patterns against Will's bare stomach, “Just cute, is all.”
Will stops the water once it's filled the tub halfway, then strips Finn out of the sweatpants and leaves to put them in the laundry hamper. Finn's own jeans he leaves slumped by the door of the bedroom as he returns to the bathroom and finds Finn already submerged.
“Hey,” He smiles cheerily up at Will and holds a hand out, “Come on in, the water's great.”
“Whatever, you goofball.” Will masks his amusement poorly as he takes the offered hand and steps into the bath.
He slips and goes down hard, managing to knock Finn's head back onto the rim of the tub and swallow a mouthful of water before he can recover.
“Oh fuck,” He coughs, spluttering up water and watching Finn with an expression of total mortification. “Finn, are you alright?”
“Yeah, I'm-” Finn peels a hand away from checking his head for bumps and gets a good look at Will. He bursts into raucous laughter, the sound echoing in the enclosed space, turning the single sound into a pack of hyenas. “Your hair,” Finn chokes out around his laughter, running a finger along the sopping wet curls clinging to Will's forehead.
“Oh yeah, it does that,” Will remarks, shaking his head to dislodge the hair from sticking to his skin. He looks across at Finn once he's done so, surprised by the soft expression and the kiss that is pressed to his forehead unexpectedly.
“You make drowned rat look sexy,” Finn declares, breaking the tension.
“Fucker.” Will splashes at the younger man.
“Fuckee.” Finn splashes him back.
“I'm not speaking to you now,” Will declares petulantly, turning round and twisting the faucet to set the water going again.
The water in the bath comes close to flowing over the rim of the tub as Finn slides up behind him, encircling his waist and pressing his smirking lips to Will's nape, “I'm sorry.” He doesn't sound it, but there's really nothing to apologize for. They sit silently in their embrace as the warm water slowly rises; once it's at the right level, Will stops the water and they lay back along the length of the bath.
It is incredibly relaxing: the hot water soothing on his aching muscles; his body lax against the muscular frame behind him; Finn's fingers trailing through the water in front of them, sending little trickles of water up his chest. It is so relaxing that Will believes it is understandable that he reacts sluggishly to Finn's question.
“Do you ever miss it?”
“Hm?”
“Mul Apin,” Finn elaborates. “Do you ever miss it?”
“I suppose, in a way,” Will ponders.
Finn considers it for a moment, then asks with an attempt to be casual that doesn't quite succeed, “Do you ever think about going back?”
“Not really,” Will answers readily. “This is my home now.”
“You make it sound so wonderful though,” Finn presses.
“I probably romanticized quite a bit,” Will admits sheepishly. “Don't get me wrong, it's a beautiful place but it isn't perfect by any stretch of the imagination. After all the time I've lived here on Earth, with its music and culture, going home would be like going back to Dr. Seuss books after reading T.S. Eliot.” He tilts his head back on Finn's shoulder and, even upside down, can see the uncertainty on the young man's face. “I have fond memories, but I'm happy for it to be my past and Earth to remain as my future. You'll probably feel the same about Lima once you've moved on,” He clarifies.
Finn smiles down at him, a grin that's bright and open even with the inverted angle; he strokes his fingers through Will's damp hair, “I'm glad you aren't going to leave. I really like having you as my teacher and for Glee club and stuff...”
“Well, I really like having you in Glee club... and stuff,” Will parrots, stroking a hand along Finn's wrist and joining their fingers fondly. He hears a quiet answering chuckle and feels the press of Finn's smile against his skin.
They laze together in the bath until the warm water starts to turn cool and Will turns round to face Finn, who hasn't had the water touch any part of him below the nipple as of yet.
“We'll wash your hair then get out, that sound okay?” He suggests.
“Wash my hair, how?” Finn retorts, taking account of the very limited space in the bath.
“I've got it,” Will assures. “Tilt your head forward.”
Finn complies and watches in awe as a large bubble of water forms on the surface, then begins to rise up over his head. “You're doing that?”
“Yes; keep your eyes shut,” Will advises.
Finn shuts his eyes and waits for the water to crash down over his head; he wipes dripping water away from his face and opens his eyes to look at Will, “Is that your ZE?”
“Yes,” Will answers, frowning in concentration as he directs neurochemical energy and makes little twitching gestures with his fingers that don't really direct the movement but help him to focus.
“How does it work?” Finn asks, intrigued, when the second bubble of water has soaked over him.
Will doesn't answer until a third bubble has burst over the young man and suitably soaked his hair, he reaches for the shampoo and begins to explain, “You know the different structures of matter, right; solids, liquids and gases?”
“Yeah.”
“Close your eyes again,” Will instructs, starting to massage the shampoo into Finn's hair as he continues. “Well, all matter is made up of particles but between those particles is this kind of void. We call it Kurnugi, the scientists studying it here on Earth named it dark energy.”
“Is that like dark matter?” Finn interjects curiously.
“The two are closely connected,” Will agrees. “ZE works by manipulating Kurnugi, which in turn affects the particles around it,” He explains. “It's the principle behind our mastery of space exploration, there's so much Kurnugi outside a planet's atmosphere that it can be harnessed to-”
“To provide the kinetic boost necessary for FTL travel,” Finn supplies neatly.
Will pauses and makes a paranoid check of the Duranki, either Finn has made huge progress in obtaining information from it since yesterday evening or is some kind of physics savant.
“I played Mass Effect,” Finn offers as an explanation, grinning like he can see the stunned expression on Will's face even with his eyes shut.
“I'm... impressed,” Will confesses, a profound understatement. “All these years and you humans keep finding ways to surprise me,” He mumbles, a smile quirking the corner of his mouth as he washes shampoo suds from his hands.
Will rinses Finn's hair clean with a few more ZE controlled bubbles, then runs his hands through Finn's soaked hair, teasing it up into damp spikes, “There, nice and clean.”
He means the words entirely innocently of course, but as he speaks a really dirty idea comes to mind. Finn seems to sense something because he runs a hand along Will's side, “What's up?”
“I, uh, I have an idea for something we could do; maybe, only if you wanted to,” He admits.
“What's the idea?” Finn asks. Will passes the idea through the Duranki and watches for a response; Finn's eyes go wide and his pupils dilate at almost the exact same moment, pheromones begin to seep from his clean skin, “Y-yes, that's- I'm okay with that.”
“I'll have to clean you first,” Will warns.
“No, that's-” Finn pauses and takes a calming breath. “Let's do this.”
They climb out of the bath and Finn scrubs himself reasonably dry on a towel as Will ducks down to dig through the cabinet under the sink, pushing aside unopened packs of toothbrushes and mouthwash to get to the thing he's searching for; tucked away at the back for privacy's sake.
Finn hands him a towel when he stands back up and eyes the nozzle in his hand, “What's that?”
For a word that gets thrown about as an insult in the halls of McKinley every day, it's sort of ironic that Finn doesn't know what it is. “It's for douching,” He answers, setting it down to tie the towel round his waist.
“And you just have that lying around?” Finn remarks.
Will doesn't respond; he invited Finn into his home to participate in his sex life, not judge it. “Do you understand how it works?”
Finn folds his arms over his chest, glancing away and looking uncomfortable, “It goes up my ass.”
“Just a little, yes,” Will confirms. “I'll use it to squeeze some water into your anus, then you'll need to clench down and hold it in there for about half a minute before, um, purging it.”
“Purging?” Finn repeats, an expression of comprehension appearing when Will looks towards the toilet.
“We'll do that a few times and then you should be clean,” Will continues the explanation.
“There's no way we can just skip all that, huh?” Finn remarks, glancing up with his embarrassment visible on his face.
“No,” Will answers firmly. “But we don't have to do this if you aren't comfortable with it. It was just an idea.”
“Will it hurt?”
“No, but it will feel uncomfortable.”
After a moment of deliberation, Finn answers. “I want to do this,” He says, sounding firmly resolved.
There's already a bathtub full of water, but since it's dirty Will fills the hand basin to fill the douche-bag from. Finn unknots the towel and lets it fall from his hips, standing awkwardly and waiting for Will to direct him.
“Just, uh, lean on the edge of the bath,” Will suggests, testing the temperature of the water and then filling the bag. He presses a hand to Finn's hip, stroking encouragingly to try and soothe the tense young man. He doesn't want to act clinical, but he also doesn't want Finn thinking that he's getting off on this; to Will it's just a means to an end, quite literally, a means to Finn's rear end. “Are you ready?”
“Yeah.” Finn nods sharply and sticks his ass up a little higher, posture stiff.
“This will go better if you aren't so tense,” Will advises, stroking at his hip again. “I promise I'll take care of you.”
“Okay.” Finn breathes out, sounding a lot more relaxed.
Will parts the young man's asscheeks and presses the tip of the nozzle up against his hole; he waits for Finn to relax again after that initial invasion, then pushes past the resisting sphincter. He squeezes and squirts a stream of water up into Finn's tight channel, Finn trembles at the sensation but doesn't cry out.
“Okay, I need you to clench,” Will instructs, pulling the nozzle away and ducking aside to clean the tip. “You doing okay?” He asks when he turns back.
“It feels weird,” Finn professes.
“Good weird?” Will suggests, lacking any real hope in the affirmative.
“Bad weird,” Finn answers, confirming his suspicion.
“We don't have to-”
“I said I wanted to do this and we've made it this far,” Finn cuts him off with surprising confidence. “Could you just, um, wait outside for this next part, please?”
“Of course,” Will agrees readily. He steps outside and pulls the bathroom door shut to give the young man a modicum of privacy; he steps over and knocks once he hears the toilet flush, waiting for Finn to let him back in. “Do you still-?”
“Fuck, Will!” Finn exclaims, “Let's just get this over with quickly, okay?”
Seeing the set to Finn's jaw, Will resolves to stop checking after every little change and they speed through the process half a dozen times before Finn reports that the water coming out of him has run clear. They repeat the process again, just to be on the safe side and Finn looks very gratified to see the nozzle being cleaned off and tucked away under the sink again.
“So, now?” He prompts, reaching for Will.
“Not quite yet,” Will answers apologetically. Finn whines quietly, so he presses a soft kiss to his pouting lips. “I know that this isn't much fun, but I'm going to make you feel so good it'll all seem worth it; but first, soap.” He picks a bar up and lathers it in his hand, reaching down to rub it into the cleft of Finn's ass. After that, he washes the soap away thoroughly with clean water and smiles at Finn with palpable anticipation, “Now we're ready.”
They leave the bathroom to the chorus of gargling water going down plugholes, Will hurrying forward expectantly and Finn following along at a more sedate pace with a new towel tied round his waist.
“So, um, what do you need me to do?” Finn asks as he sits on the edge of the bed.
“You've done everything you need to, just leave the rest up to me,” Will answers kindly, resting his hands on Finn's shoulders and leaning down to kiss him. Finn responds well to being back on familiar ground and kisses back, reaching up to thread his fingers through Will's frizzy hair. Will lets his hands slide from Finn's shoulders, settle onto his waist and guides him back onto the bed. Finn's hands come to support Will, dislodging the loosely-held towel from his waist but Will doesn't bother trying to grab it as he crawls on top of the young man. Finn's hands explore the exposed skin: sliding over Will's ass, down his thighs, back up to his ass and Will arches back into the touch, breathing in the fresh pheromones rising from Finn.
“You ready for this?” Will asks; when Finn gives a nod in reply, he grins and presses a quick kiss to Finn's lips. “Okay, turn over,” He instructs, patting Finn's thigh under the towel in expectation.
Finn obediently lets the towel fall open and turns over on it, getting up onto his hands and knees to expose himself to the other man. “Like this?” He asks, looking over his shoulder nervously.
“That'll do nicely,” Will answers.
He kneels behind the young man, his hands between Finn's spread thighs, and leans down to run his nose along the crack of his ass. There's the strong scent of Finn, the natural aroma of his sweat beginning to overlap the lingering traces of soap; Finn trembles at the contact to such an unexplored part of him and Will withdraws. He places a quick kiss to each cheek on the edge of the crack, like a French greeting but fathoms more intimate, and Finn's breathing hitches; he groans aloud when Will pushes the cheeks apart to lick a hot stripe over his tight pucker.
“Oh man,” Finn gasps and clenches the covers in his fist. “That's really good.”
“Is it?” Will questions, speaking with his lips pressed close so that the words vibrate across Finn's hole and all the way up his spine.
“Fuck, yes,” He hisses.
“Good to know,” Will can't keep the gloating tone out of his voice, and he bites gently at the cleft low down close to the perineum, making Finn yelp. He laves the area with the tip of his tongue, soothing the sting, and then runs the flat of his tongue up the entire length again.
Finn's hole feels fucking glorious under Will's tongue. The skin is flushed pink, the surface is a little rough and the drag of the coarse rim hairs across his tastebuds is strange, but satisfying. The muscle twitches as he works it and he really just wants to thrust forward into the tight heat of the hole and start looking for Finn's prostate. He pulls back to resist the urge and reaches up to palm Finn's balls, they're heavy and hanging low and Finn groans a little when Will rubs his fingers across them. Ducking down again, he tongues the underside of Finn's sac and drags his tongue all the way up, over his taint and up the slick line of his asscrack yet again. The move makes Finn groan loudly, curse and call out Will's name pleadingly so he repeats the maneuver several times, sometimes stopping to tongue and suck one of Finn's heavy testes or to bite gently into the curve of his asscheeks.
“Will, fuck, you're good at this,” Finn pants out. His arms have given out and he's fallen forward, lying with his cheek pressed flat to the bed, sometimes lifting his head up long enough to compliment Will's technique or make needy little noises that turn Will on so badly. “You were right, this was so worth it.”
Will grins at the sound of that admission, pulling back and looking down at the glistening, pink hole he's been working at diligently; he decides it's time to take this a step further and so when he dips back down, he presses the tip of his tongue against the tight pucker and pushes past it.
“Oh!” Finn cries out and goes still.
He pulls back instantly, reaching up to rub at Finn's back, “Are you okay?”
“What, I- Yes, yes!” Finn answers, “Do that again, please, please do that again.”
Will hesitantly ducks back down and licks over the flexing sphincter; pressing his tongue to the center, he feels Finn tense in anticipation, then slides his tongue up into the velvet smooth channel. Finn starts breathing heavily as his hole is invaded and then stiffens and gives a loud cry as Will's tongue grazes the sensitive gland inside him, “There, there, oh God please, Will.”
Will retreats and watches Finn: face pressed down into the mattress, ass lifted up high in the air, hand tugging along the length of his cock in a desperately needy fashion. He looks so goddamned beautiful and Will's prick is throbbing with the need to thrust into the tight rear end being offered to him so enticingly; he could slam in to the hilt and startle an orgasm out of Finn before he even knows what's happened, keep fucking him through the aftershocks and coax at least one other orgasm out of him before they're through...
But Finn hasn't given him permission for any of that and just because he wants it, doesn't make it his to take. He can't ask Finn to give him this, it isn't right; so he thrusts his tongue back into Finn's waiting hole and teases his prostate until Finn is shooting his load across the covers. Will pulls back and grasps his own leaking shaft, it only takes a few quick strokes for him to shoot and spatter Finn's ass with his come.
Finn reaches back tremulously and strokes his fingers through the fluid on his backside; he considers it for a moment, then makes a huge effort and rolls over to face Will.
“Did you want to, um-?” He finishes the question by gesturing down at himself.
“I did, but... I couldn't ask that of you, Finn,” Will answers, fighting to catch his breath.
Finn looks thoughtful and then nods, “Okay.” He slumps back down and Will crawls over to join him, sinking blissfully into an embrace. “We're gonna need another bath,” Finn mumbles, cuddling closer.
“Ugh, not now,” Will groans, burying his face in Finn's chest.
“Okay,” Finn says, looking down at Will with a dopey, well-fucked grin, “Later sounds good.”
Part 3d