Fic. Claimed
Title: Claimed
Author:alicebluegown16
Rating: NC-17
Character/Pairing: Will, Finn, Bryan Ryan, Will/Finn, mentions of past Will/Bryan
Summary: Finn's kind of possessive, Will kind of likes it, and oh yeah, sometimes living well is the best revenge.
AN: For the winn prompt meme: Finn acting all caveman staking his claim in front of Bryan Ryan and Will secretly enjoying it. Part of my series: Adorable, Do Over, Breakfast of Champions, Like Grown Ups, Nice Boy, Complicated. , Need You to Need Me., Tie the Knot, and Superhero.
Warning: First time writing Bryan Ryan. Bit of a a biting/marking kink.
Finn turns the corner in the aisle and is greeted with the somewhat disconcerting sight of Will talking to Bryan Ryan.
He has to wince slightly because running into your ex in public is awkward enough, but running into your ex who used to hook up with you on the DL and then broke your heart leading you to repress your sexuality for over a decade…well, the word awkward doesn’t really begin to cover that sort of situation, now does it?
Then Finn notices something.
Bryan fucking Ryan is standing way too close to Will, close enough that Will looks vaguely uncomfortable. Finn recognizes that look on Will’s face. That’s his ‘I’m making pleasant small talk with you, but secretly I’m wishing you’d get hit by a bus’ look.
And Bryan fucking Ryan is clearly getting off on it, knowing that Will is much too polite to tell him to back the hell up.
Finn starts to rush over to rescue Will (he’ll come up with a less girly word for it later because Will would be pissed as all hell if he ever even suspected Finn thought he needed to be rescued in the first place) and possibly maybe punch Bryan fucking Ryan’s lights out if the other man doesn’t stop touching what’s his.
And then he gets a better idea. At least, definitely better than the punching idea which while satisfying would probably lead to him being the second person in his immediate family to get kicked out of a grocery store.
A quick detour (which coincidentally also gives Finn the time he needs to calm the fuck down) and then he comes up next to Will and kisses his cheek.
“Hey, I turned around and you were gone.”
Bryan makes a strangled whatthefuck noise but quickly covers it up by clearing his throat and Finn turns, seemingly noticing there’s someone else standing there for the first time.
He thinks Will might be laughing a little when he introduces him.
“Finn, you remember Bryan Ryan, right?”
A slight note of pride and Will bumping their shoulders together affectionately. “Bryan, this is my boyfriend, Finn Hudson.”
The momentary look of complete and utter shock on Bryan’s face at these words (and how easily they fell out of Will’s mouth) has Finn doing an elaborate victory dance in his head.
“Oh, yeah, sure. That guy from the school board. Nice to meet you again.”
When Bryan offers a hand to shake, Finn nods to his own full hands and leaves the other man hanging while he drops items in the cart.
Orange juice.
Milk.
Condoms.
Finn almost cracks up when Bryan’s eyes widen involuntarily upon seeing the label on the condom box and there is the barest split second where his gaze drifts down to Finn’s belt.
Yeah, you’d better be impressed, Finn thinks to himself. Cuz I’m a grower and a shower.
At this pretty obvious evidence that Will isn’t pathetically pining away for him and is not only very much involved with someone else but that they are, to put it delicately, doing it daily and nightly and ever so rightly, Bryan’s lips thin to disappearing and his eyes narrow.
Finn wonders what pisses him off more, the fact that Will’s fucking someone else or the fact they buy groceries together.
“You know, Will and I also went to high school together. We were both in Glee and were pretty…close.”
Bryan’s loading the words up with all sorts of significance and Finn just gives a half-hearted ‘huh, that’s interesting’ shrug. It’s clear that such dismissal drives the other man nuts. The need to know if Will’s told Finn about him, if he’s important enough to rate such a mention, is clearly warring with the fact that he’s so far back in the closet he can practically see Narnia.
Once it becomes obvious that Finn isn’t picking up what he’s dropping, he changes tactics and gives an ugly smirk.
“Jesus, Will. I know high school was the best time of your sad little life, but a former student? Do you really have to relive your glory days by trolling the halls for dates?”
However, instead of rising to the bait Will just beams and asks in a sweetly venomous voice, “So, Bryan how’s your wife?”
Finn can’t help letting out a shocked (and slightly proud) snort of laughter at that.
Damn, did Will pick the absolute best time to suddenly discover his inner bitchy queen.
Bryan’s pretty clearly thrown by this but he sidesteps the question and comes back swinging.
“And what do you do, Finn?” His tone clearly implying that he expects the answer to be something along the lines of ‘work at a gas station’ or ‘stand around and look pretty.’
“I’m a junior at Ohio State.” At Bryan’s scoff of “A college student, Will? Seriously?” he lifts his chin. “I’m a double major in psychology and music. I plan on being a social worker.”
Ha! Take that, douchebag! I’m going to be doing something important and meaningful while you sell gas guzzling tiny dick mobiles.
“How nice for you. You know there’s no money in that, right?”
Finn and Will both stare at him with twin ‘I can’t believe you fucking said that’ expressions on their faces, but Finn manages to recover first and throws an arm around Will’s waist.
“Lucky thing that I have a sugar daddy, then.”
“Yeah, about that…” Will coughs, pretending not to be able to meet his eyes and Finn grabs his arm with a look of horror.
“You mean you’re not actually an eccentric billionaire who just teaches as a hobby? Our whole relationship is built on a lie, Will!”
Will fake apologizes, swearing he meant to tell him but the time just never seemed right and pretty soon Finn’s having so much fun with this mock argument --“I trusted you, Will! If that’s even your real name!”--that he genuinely forgets Bryan is even standing there. Which is even more fun than pretending not to notice him.
Bryan interrupts them with a drawling “Well, it’s been…no, fun isn’t the word I’ll go with, so let’s just say it’s been and leave it at that, shall we? I’ll be seeing you around, Will.”
He makes a point of touching Will’s arm again and this time Finn is the first one to hold out his hand to shake, squeezing hard enough to crack knuckles. They eye each other for a long tense moment and Finn sort of casually looms over him. Like he just now realized he’s got at least four inches and fifty pounds on the other man and oh by the way, if you come near my boyfriend, I’ll kick your ass.
Bryan blinks first and Finn hears a low growl of triumph in his head.
Before he walks away, Finn calls him back.
“Hey, Mr. Ryan just wanted to say thanks for that day you came and talked to us. That whole writing your dreams down thing really helped me, made me a lot more focused and determined.”
He hooks a thumb in Will’s belt loop and his smile has some hint of a snarl to it.
“And whattya know, they came true.”
The moment he’s out of sight (doing his best not to stomp off in a huff it looks like), Will elbows Finn in the stomach.
“Wow. For a moment there, I was worried you two were going to whip ‘em out and start measuring. Someone could have lost an eye.”
Christ, Will is laughing at him and Finn suddenly realizes he’s been acting like a complete and total jackass.
“You know, as highly entertaining as that was, it was also completely unnecessary, right? Bryan and I had a stupid high school thing that I gave way too much importance to for way too long. There’s no need to prove anything to him because he’s not worth the time or the effort.”
“Yeah, well sure…if you’re gonna be all logical about it. Maybe I just felt like kissing and touching you in public, huh? Did you ever think of that? Maybe I’m just a big romantic sap.”
“Maybe you were jealous and you’re lucky I found it kind of endearing.”
Will turns around and taking Finn’s face in his hands, looks him right in the eye.
“Finn, you were more of a man at sixteen than Bryan Ryan will ever be in his entire life. On every level, I promise you, there’s no competition.”
With that sentiment, he really has no choice. He presses Will against the freezer case and kisses him until Will’s glassy eyed and panting. Of course, Will’s still got enough sense to tease him.
“Bryan still around?”
Finn rolls his eyes and kisses the smirk off Will’s face, whispering the word ‘smartass’ against his mouth like a term of endearment.
“Nah, that was just because I wanted to.”
**
There are grocery bags still at their feet and Finn’s not quite clear on how this happened but he’s got a fully clothed Will plastered against him while he’s completely naked.
“Holy shit, Will. What the hell?”
“Maybe I lied. Maybe I thought your whole caveman act was more than just endearing. Maybe I wanted to do this since the store, just shove you up against the freezer case and do unspeakable things to you in front of the frozen waffle display.”
Will licks his palm obscenely and grabs Finn’s cock.
“Want me to stop?”
Finn’s answer is a long low moan and he’s seeing stars behind his eyes, possibly from the fact that he just banged his head against the door or maybe from that thing Will just did with his wrist.
“That’s what I thought.”
A smug laugh as he moves in and buries his nose in Finn’s neck, a long slow lick at the pulse point and then biting at his collarbone.
“Tell me what you want, Finn. Want to hear you say it. You can have anything you want, but I want you to say the words. Want me to suck you off? Want my tongue in your ass? Want to fuck me right here up against the door? I’d be feeling you every time I walked for days. Is that what you want? Me to know who I belong to? Tell me, you know you want to.”
Will’s voice is a low filthy rumble that Finn feels more than hears, his pupils blown wide, and between the rough wood of the door and the fabric of Will’s jeans rubbing against his over sensitized skin, Finn is one big moaning, begging, desperate mess of nerve endings and please God, touch me, please, Will, can’t get enough, and he comes just like that, Will’s nails raking along his back and the sting of teeth sinking into his neck.
“Or maybe I can just talk you to death. If you’re into that sort of thing.”
Then it’s a desperate stumbling walk to the bedroom, Will’s clothes scattered like a trail of breadcrumbs behind them. Finn pressing Will up against the wall, straddling his thigh and rocking against him.
Mouths still fused together, tripping on the edge of the carpet and they both go down with a yelp, Will letting out a huff of air as the wind is knocked out of him and when Finn frantically asks if he’s okay, if he hit anything important, Will just lets out a wheezing laugh.
“Bullshit, you selfish fucking bastard, all you care about is if something important is damaged I might be out of commission for the night.”
Finn’s got Will’s arms pinned above his head and yeah, he’s fairly certain they’re not going to even make it to the bed, not with the way Will’s got his leg wrapped around the back of Finn’s knee and he moves against him in a Very. Deliberate. Fashion.
Teeth scraping Will’s hip bone, hot stinging marks on his inner thigh, tracing random patterns with his tongue across Will’s stomach, and whispering mine, mine, mine over and over. And oh yes, don’t worry they’ll do all that other stuff Will talked about earlier too, but this works for him as well, Will’s voice cracking slightly “Touch me, fuck me, suck me, just please, do something, Finn.”
Since he asked so nicely, Finn does, takes him in his mouth and Will’s wriggled his arms out of Finn’s grip and he’s running a hand through Finn’s hair, cupping his jaw, thumb tracing the side of Finn’s face, the line of his cock against the inside of Finn’s cheek.
Will jerks his hips forward, clawing at Finn’s shoulders. When he comes, Finn hears him say “Yours.”
Will hauls Finn up and lazily kisses whatever parts of his face he can reach, his chin, his nose, an eyebrow. He caps it off with a slow deliberate kiss on the mouth, tongue sweeping in, hmm noise of pleasure when he tastes himself. Will leans down and nips at Finn’s earlobe.
“Of course, it’s a two way street, isn’t it? If I’m yours, doesn’t that make you mine?” His voice is dark and heavy with the promise of forever.
And Finn’s left thinking Bryan, who?
Because Bryan Ryan may have gotten there first but he never had this.
Will kiss drunk and silly and snarky, Will singing and bopping around the kitchen while he cooks, Will looking way sexier in his glasses than he has any right to, chewing on his pen as he grades papers, Will talking with his hands as he sketches out the plans for a particular music arrangement, Will who can say and do both the sweetest and the dirtiest things (sometimes even managing all at the same time), Will who is amazing and complicated and sometimes tear your hair out frustrating and not at all perfect, but is somehow always, always exactly what Finn needs.
Poor bastard.
Finn almost feels sorry for the guy.