Fic: You Can Look, But...
Title: You can look, but...
Rating: PG
Characters: Will/Finn, Bryan Ryan
Word count: 1,800-ish.
Summary: Finn staking his claim on Will in front of Bryan Ryan.
Notes: Written for the prompt meme, and because Bryan demands to be in more fic.
There are some things in life, Finn learns, that you can’t get rid of. The smell that burnt popcorn leaves in the microwave. Rats in the ceiling. Embarrassing nicknames.
And Bryan fucking Ryan.
He dropped in to torment Glee once more before Finn graduated. And he tended to crop up every now and then in the amateur theatre scene. And Finn swears that the one time he went to Cleveland, he saw Bryan Ryan getting into a car with a drag queen.
At first, Finn wondered if he was being stalked. Bryan Ryan would always look at him with this completely unsurprised look and smile without saying anything, and then his eyes would slide to either side like he was seeing if Finn was alone.
“Seriously,” Finn says, holding his phone to his ear as he stirs easy-mac, “I keep waiting for him to ask me if I like candy and then pull me into his van.”
“Hey, wow, thanks for the reassurance that our relationship isn’t at all creepy,” Will replies drily.
“He’s the creepy one, I swear to god. He looks at me like he’s marking out my measurements, you know, like he has a sex doll somewhere and he wants to make it a suit out of my skin.”
Will snorts a laugh down the phone line, and completely fails to take Finn seriously. “He’s always been a little... intense,” he says when he calms down enough to stop making fun of Finn’s completely legitimate fear of being turned into a throw rug. “He’s probably just threatened by you.”
“Right,” Finn replies around a forkful of macaroni and cheese. “Because he has so much to worry about what with him getting every single fucking lead role, and me in the background rocking out really heavy roles like ‘chorus person number five’.”
“You’re studying music,” Will tells him. “You’re living the dream that he was too scared to, and one day people are going to start noticing that there’s this really tall, dark, handsome, exceptionally talented guy hanging around-”
“You forgot to mention my great personality and sexual aptitude.”
“-And you will be centre stage and magnificent, and Bryan Ryan will be going to work every day and selling used Hummers.”
Finn smiles softly, feeling comforted by the mix of warm cheese and Will’s words. “Thanks,” he says at last. “Now tell me about how great I am in bed.”
“Amazing,” Will says without pause. “You are so good in bed that I think I’m losing brain cells. I can’t actually think about how good you are at sex for any length of time, because that means actually thinking about you being naked or maybe just possibly getting naked sometime in the near future, and once I’m down that path I can’t think of anything but how much I want you, of how amazing you are and the things you do.” Will’s voice gets husky towards the end. “And I think about you a lot.”
Finn feels his face burn. “When am I seeing you again?” he asks.
“Less than a week,” Will tells him. “You’re dragging me to that karaoke fundraiser.”
“Right,” Finn says. He imagines Will singing on stage, and the way his body will move, and how hard it’s going to be not to just ravage him in a corner. “You might want to get here a little early,” he says. “You know, so we have time to catch up.”
“I’ll have a present for you,” Will says, and he uses the voice that goes straight to Finn’s cock.
God, he hopes it’s rope.
*
“Hey, Finn.”
Oh hell no, Finn thinks. Out loud he says “Hi, Mr Ryan,” and does his best not to shudder when he smiles. “I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised to see you here,” he says as Bryan Ryan’s eyes slide to the people to one side, and then- and then they lock on someone, just behind Finn’s shoulder.
“Hi, Bryan,” Will says with that happy eagerness he uses with everyone. They hug. Finn had no idea that they were on hugging terms, but Will is a little happy right now from a mix of couch sex and beer and college karaoke, and Bryan certainly doesn’t seem to mind the arm that Will throws around his shoulders.
Doesn’t seem to mind wrapping an arm around Will’s waist, leaving his fingertips at the small of Will’s back for longer than necessary as they pull away.
Finn wonders how he never noticed it before.
“Have you signed up for a number yet?” Will asks Bryan as he steps back, beside Finn. Finn takes the opportunity to put his hand at the small of Will’s back, hooking his thumb in the waistband of Will’s jeans.
“No, I was waiting to see what the tone was,” Bryan says in a very offhand, casual tone, noticing nothing, apparently. “You know, whether it’s the same old standards-”
“Whether you can steal any songs out from under anyone’s feet,” Will shoots back with a playful grin. Finn watches as Bryan’s eyes rest on Will’s mouth, as his thin lips curl into a self-assured smile. Bryan had always been able to spot Will in an audience. Finn had thought he’d just wanted to show Will up, but oh no, that wasn’t it at all.
“So,” Finn says loudly, inserting himself back into the conversation. He turns to face Will, his fingertips trailing along the top of Will’s jeans before he hooks two of them in Will’s front pocket. “How many times is your name on that list by now?”
“I have no idea,” Will says honestly, completely oblivious to Finn’s hands, and the way Bryan Ryan’s eyes flick down and then back up again. “I honestly just put myself down for one song, but then I got talking to that guy you do jazz with - Brenton, not Anthony - and I think we’re doing some Guns and Roses, and then he introduced me to some guys in Nirvana shirts and I think I’m down for an Alice in Chains number with them. Oh, right,” Will pauses to wave a hand vaguely, and Finn’s fingers slip out of place. “And we may have both been put down for some Aqua songs by that Alicia girl you introduced me to.”
“Well,” Bryan says easily, stepping that little bit closer to Will, “if you’re already down for so many duets I suppose one more can’t hurt.”
Finn very clearly gets the message that if he doesn’t intervene right fucking now, thanks to the combined efforts of the Theatre Club and Bryan Fucking Ryan, he will not be seeing his boyfriend again until the other side of dawn. He claps a hand on Will’s shoulder before he agrees to anything.
“You. Me. Speedwagon,” Finn says meaningfully. Will positively beams at him, and is gone once again to find the signup sheet. Leaving Finn alone with Bryan Ryan, and a short silence full of assessing looks.
“Is that one of those cute little songs you sang in Glee?” Bryan asks him, a little sneer in his voice.
“No,” Finn says easily, putting on a relaxed air of confidence. He doesn’t need to explain anything to Bryan Ryan. He doesn’t need to suddenly be thinking about the way Will and Bryan stand so close when they argue.
“I’ve known Will for a long time,” Bryan says, apparently out of the blue, his hands in his pockets.
“I know,” Finn replies, scanning the room in an effort to find the subject of their conversation. “He told me about what a jerk you were in high school.”
Bryan coughs and turns it into a laugh. “Well, high school was a long time ago. For some of us.”
Finn turns back to Bryan and raises an eyebrow.
“Although perhaps I should be grateful for the younger generation,” Bryan continues, looking idly around. “If not for you Will and I probably wouldn’t get half the chances to catch up.” Bryan turns back to Finn and that smug, self-satisfied smile is right back in place. “It’s really sweet the way he keeps tabs on his students. Like you.”
Finn sees the familiar bounce heading back across the room, and tracks Will as he gets waylaid every now and then, from people wanting to talk to him to friends of Finn’s trying to sneak one of the drinks out of his hands. Finn keeps his eyes on Will as he finally meets up with them again.
“Will hasn’t been my teacher for a long time,” he says to Bryan before cupping Will’s face in both of his hands and kissing him very, very thoroughly.
There’s a moment of surprise that Finn can feel in the stiffness of Will’s back, but then Finn presses more with his mouth, and Will’s body leans into his a little, and their mouths open up and Finn puts a hand on Will’s hip, and from somewhere nearby a wolf whistle starts and it ends with Alicia laughing into the mike and saying “If I knew you all got so entertained watching to boys make out, I wouldn’t have wasted my time on the karaoke thing.”
When Finn pulls back, Will looks a little dazed.
“I had drinks in my hands when I came over here, right?”
Finn looks down at Will’s empty hands. “I think the drinks are gone.”
Will looks around, a little flushed and amazingly sexy. “Where’d Bryan go?”
Finn uses the momentary distraction to lean in and nuzzle at Will’s neck. “I think he had to go.”
Will pulls back a little, and the look on his face is very coherent and a little unimpressed. “You were staking your claim on me!”
“Well, yeah.” Finn sees that this line of argument isn’t going to get him in the good books anytime soon. “What? If I see a guy looking at my boyfriend the way he looks at you - and I don’t care, he totally does look at you that way - of course I’m going to send him the message that he’s wasting his time.”
“So, what, from now one whenever we go out your going to piss on my leg to mark your territory?”
“Don’t be silly,” Finn says, wrapping his arm around Will’s waist. “You know I’m not into anything involving animals or bodily waste.”
Will shakes his head, but there’s a smile on his face as he looks around the room. He stops, his attention caught. “You know,” he murmurs. “Bryan hasn’t left yet. He’s watching us in from the bar.”
“Well then,” Finn says as Will turns to face him, “let’s give him something worth watching.”
It starts slower, them moving in time with the music arms around each other and kissing slowly. In the middle, there are hands gripping the material over backs and fingers running through hair and teeth pulling at lips. It ends with them staring at each other from under lowered eyelids, mouths red and cheeks flushed, and wondering how quickly they can get away.
If only the rats were that easy to get rid of.
Rating: PG
Characters: Will/Finn, Bryan Ryan
Word count: 1,800-ish.
Summary: Finn staking his claim on Will in front of Bryan Ryan.
Notes: Written for the prompt meme, and because Bryan demands to be in more fic.
There are some things in life, Finn learns, that you can’t get rid of. The smell that burnt popcorn leaves in the microwave. Rats in the ceiling. Embarrassing nicknames.
And Bryan fucking Ryan.
He dropped in to torment Glee once more before Finn graduated. And he tended to crop up every now and then in the amateur theatre scene. And Finn swears that the one time he went to Cleveland, he saw Bryan Ryan getting into a car with a drag queen.
At first, Finn wondered if he was being stalked. Bryan Ryan would always look at him with this completely unsurprised look and smile without saying anything, and then his eyes would slide to either side like he was seeing if Finn was alone.
“Seriously,” Finn says, holding his phone to his ear as he stirs easy-mac, “I keep waiting for him to ask me if I like candy and then pull me into his van.”
“Hey, wow, thanks for the reassurance that our relationship isn’t at all creepy,” Will replies drily.
“He’s the creepy one, I swear to god. He looks at me like he’s marking out my measurements, you know, like he has a sex doll somewhere and he wants to make it a suit out of my skin.”
Will snorts a laugh down the phone line, and completely fails to take Finn seriously. “He’s always been a little... intense,” he says when he calms down enough to stop making fun of Finn’s completely legitimate fear of being turned into a throw rug. “He’s probably just threatened by you.”
“Right,” Finn replies around a forkful of macaroni and cheese. “Because he has so much to worry about what with him getting every single fucking lead role, and me in the background rocking out really heavy roles like ‘chorus person number five’.”
“You’re studying music,” Will tells him. “You’re living the dream that he was too scared to, and one day people are going to start noticing that there’s this really tall, dark, handsome, exceptionally talented guy hanging around-”
“You forgot to mention my great personality and sexual aptitude.”
“-And you will be centre stage and magnificent, and Bryan Ryan will be going to work every day and selling used Hummers.”
Finn smiles softly, feeling comforted by the mix of warm cheese and Will’s words. “Thanks,” he says at last. “Now tell me about how great I am in bed.”
“Amazing,” Will says without pause. “You are so good in bed that I think I’m losing brain cells. I can’t actually think about how good you are at sex for any length of time, because that means actually thinking about you being naked or maybe just possibly getting naked sometime in the near future, and once I’m down that path I can’t think of anything but how much I want you, of how amazing you are and the things you do.” Will’s voice gets husky towards the end. “And I think about you a lot.”
Finn feels his face burn. “When am I seeing you again?” he asks.
“Less than a week,” Will tells him. “You’re dragging me to that karaoke fundraiser.”
“Right,” Finn says. He imagines Will singing on stage, and the way his body will move, and how hard it’s going to be not to just ravage him in a corner. “You might want to get here a little early,” he says. “You know, so we have time to catch up.”
“I’ll have a present for you,” Will says, and he uses the voice that goes straight to Finn’s cock.
God, he hopes it’s rope.
*
“Hey, Finn.”
Oh hell no, Finn thinks. Out loud he says “Hi, Mr Ryan,” and does his best not to shudder when he smiles. “I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised to see you here,” he says as Bryan Ryan’s eyes slide to the people to one side, and then- and then they lock on someone, just behind Finn’s shoulder.
“Hi, Bryan,” Will says with that happy eagerness he uses with everyone. They hug. Finn had no idea that they were on hugging terms, but Will is a little happy right now from a mix of couch sex and beer and college karaoke, and Bryan certainly doesn’t seem to mind the arm that Will throws around his shoulders.
Doesn’t seem to mind wrapping an arm around Will’s waist, leaving his fingertips at the small of Will’s back for longer than necessary as they pull away.
Finn wonders how he never noticed it before.
“Have you signed up for a number yet?” Will asks Bryan as he steps back, beside Finn. Finn takes the opportunity to put his hand at the small of Will’s back, hooking his thumb in the waistband of Will’s jeans.
“No, I was waiting to see what the tone was,” Bryan says in a very offhand, casual tone, noticing nothing, apparently. “You know, whether it’s the same old standards-”
“Whether you can steal any songs out from under anyone’s feet,” Will shoots back with a playful grin. Finn watches as Bryan’s eyes rest on Will’s mouth, as his thin lips curl into a self-assured smile. Bryan had always been able to spot Will in an audience. Finn had thought he’d just wanted to show Will up, but oh no, that wasn’t it at all.
“So,” Finn says loudly, inserting himself back into the conversation. He turns to face Will, his fingertips trailing along the top of Will’s jeans before he hooks two of them in Will’s front pocket. “How many times is your name on that list by now?”
“I have no idea,” Will says honestly, completely oblivious to Finn’s hands, and the way Bryan Ryan’s eyes flick down and then back up again. “I honestly just put myself down for one song, but then I got talking to that guy you do jazz with - Brenton, not Anthony - and I think we’re doing some Guns and Roses, and then he introduced me to some guys in Nirvana shirts and I think I’m down for an Alice in Chains number with them. Oh, right,” Will pauses to wave a hand vaguely, and Finn’s fingers slip out of place. “And we may have both been put down for some Aqua songs by that Alicia girl you introduced me to.”
“Well,” Bryan says easily, stepping that little bit closer to Will, “if you’re already down for so many duets I suppose one more can’t hurt.”
Finn very clearly gets the message that if he doesn’t intervene right fucking now, thanks to the combined efforts of the Theatre Club and Bryan Fucking Ryan, he will not be seeing his boyfriend again until the other side of dawn. He claps a hand on Will’s shoulder before he agrees to anything.
“You. Me. Speedwagon,” Finn says meaningfully. Will positively beams at him, and is gone once again to find the signup sheet. Leaving Finn alone with Bryan Ryan, and a short silence full of assessing looks.
“Is that one of those cute little songs you sang in Glee?” Bryan asks him, a little sneer in his voice.
“No,” Finn says easily, putting on a relaxed air of confidence. He doesn’t need to explain anything to Bryan Ryan. He doesn’t need to suddenly be thinking about the way Will and Bryan stand so close when they argue.
“I’ve known Will for a long time,” Bryan says, apparently out of the blue, his hands in his pockets.
“I know,” Finn replies, scanning the room in an effort to find the subject of their conversation. “He told me about what a jerk you were in high school.”
Bryan coughs and turns it into a laugh. “Well, high school was a long time ago. For some of us.”
Finn turns back to Bryan and raises an eyebrow.
“Although perhaps I should be grateful for the younger generation,” Bryan continues, looking idly around. “If not for you Will and I probably wouldn’t get half the chances to catch up.” Bryan turns back to Finn and that smug, self-satisfied smile is right back in place. “It’s really sweet the way he keeps tabs on his students. Like you.”
Finn sees the familiar bounce heading back across the room, and tracks Will as he gets waylaid every now and then, from people wanting to talk to him to friends of Finn’s trying to sneak one of the drinks out of his hands. Finn keeps his eyes on Will as he finally meets up with them again.
“Will hasn’t been my teacher for a long time,” he says to Bryan before cupping Will’s face in both of his hands and kissing him very, very thoroughly.
There’s a moment of surprise that Finn can feel in the stiffness of Will’s back, but then Finn presses more with his mouth, and Will’s body leans into his a little, and their mouths open up and Finn puts a hand on Will’s hip, and from somewhere nearby a wolf whistle starts and it ends with Alicia laughing into the mike and saying “If I knew you all got so entertained watching to boys make out, I wouldn’t have wasted my time on the karaoke thing.”
When Finn pulls back, Will looks a little dazed.
“I had drinks in my hands when I came over here, right?”
Finn looks down at Will’s empty hands. “I think the drinks are gone.”
Will looks around, a little flushed and amazingly sexy. “Where’d Bryan go?”
Finn uses the momentary distraction to lean in and nuzzle at Will’s neck. “I think he had to go.”
Will pulls back a little, and the look on his face is very coherent and a little unimpressed. “You were staking your claim on me!”
“Well, yeah.” Finn sees that this line of argument isn’t going to get him in the good books anytime soon. “What? If I see a guy looking at my boyfriend the way he looks at you - and I don’t care, he totally does look at you that way - of course I’m going to send him the message that he’s wasting his time.”
“So, what, from now one whenever we go out your going to piss on my leg to mark your territory?”
“Don’t be silly,” Finn says, wrapping his arm around Will’s waist. “You know I’m not into anything involving animals or bodily waste.”
Will shakes his head, but there’s a smile on his face as he looks around the room. He stops, his attention caught. “You know,” he murmurs. “Bryan hasn’t left yet. He’s watching us in from the bar.”
“Well then,” Finn says as Will turns to face him, “let’s give him something worth watching.”
It starts slower, them moving in time with the music arms around each other and kissing slowly. In the middle, there are hands gripping the material over backs and fingers running through hair and teeth pulling at lips. It ends with them staring at each other from under lowered eyelids, mouths red and cheeks flushed, and wondering how quickly they can get away.
If only the rats were that easy to get rid of.