Fic: Knowing
Title: Knowing
Author:eighthoctave
Pairing: Finn Hudson/Will Schuester
Rating: PG-13/G
Warnings: Unbeta'd
Words: 411/290
Summary: Two small drabbles based around something i think I read somewhere in Winners. Because they just know what to do/what feels good.
Disclaimer: Don't own it never will, if i did Captain toothpaste would die and Finn and Will would be doing it on the piano.
Notes: All aboard the fluff express!!
They didn’t even think about it anymore. Will’s hands crept slowly against the ever present knots in Finn’s shoulders, eliciting soft hisses from the younger man’s lips. Shirts fell to the floor in a swift, calculated action.
“Will...” Finn sighed and let his head fall back against the firm shoulder behind him.
“I’ve got you.” He whispered a reply, breath licking Finn’s ear.
Pants were lost in the arduous trek to their bedroom, hands gripped, fingers locked as Will dragged a smiling Finn forward.
Tumbling down, bouncing up as both laughed into the dark blue duvet. Bodies were hovering above one another, accepting a sight well known to each party. Finn lay beneath a laughing Will who pressed soft kisses to accepting lips. Fingers ran their pre-determined track along skin, electric buzzes still drawing moans from each boy’s lips.
With age the experience didn’t lose its power. If anything it made everything better. Hands knew their place, careful lips knew the spots which would melt, bodies fitted together in perfect harmony, the afterglow still rung as resonant, flashes of brilliance between their eyes.
Hands held tightly, fingers rubbing circles against the backs of hands as Will and Finn fell down from glorious heights. Foreheads rubbed, breath mingled as stifled chuckles left schoolboy innocence behind.
“Love you.” Finn mumbled, a chaste kiss bridging the gap between them. A smile tug at the corner of Will’s lips, his free hand tracing lazy circles on naked hips.
“Love you too.” Conversation varied, each sentence punctuated with kisses. Of course they slipped back into the sweet pleasure of making love when topics ran dry. No asking, just knowing what felt so, so good.
Finn rolled over, sitting himself lazily on top of Will.
“Beau-ti-ful.” Each syllable warranted the softest of kisses.
“I’m really not anything spec...”
“You are gorgeous.” Finn smirked and slid himself down, pressing his nose against a very dumbfounded Will’s.
“Really?” Finn’s hands ran the course of his body, cupping stubble laden cheeks. Breath entwined once again as Finn’s breathy laugh filled a silence.
“Most beautiful person in the world.” His teeth dragged along a kiss swollen bottom lip. “So sexy.” Growls of anticipation left his mouth. “Abs and hair and eyes and beautiful.” Will’s head fell back as Finn’s hands touched that spot below his bellybutton, ticklish, sensitive, oh so brain melting spot.
Finn chuckled because there was no asking, never any asking, he just knew, knew what made him melt.
*****
The crease between Will’s eyes and the light sweat was noticed immediately by the doting husband. Finn, with several strides across the living room had Will’s satchel in his arms and was guiding his weary lover to the sofa.
“I have marking...” Will let his head roll back and looked up at Finn with widened eyes. Finn shook his head.
Palms untied knots worthy of the most prolific Boy Scout. Fingers caressed careful circles into Will’s neck drawing moans of thanks from the older man’s lips. Finn’s hand touched a burning forehead, and Will pressed his head towards it.
Finn didn’t say anything, he knew what to do.
He slipped into the bedroom returning with an arm full of goodies. Will was undressed slowly and Finn lay him down on the sofa, wrapping his favourite blanket tightly around him.
“M fine.” Will grumbled pressing his head into the soft pillow beneath him. Finn kissed him softly. “I’ll get you sick.” Will replied and frowned lightly.
“More time to spend with you then, hey.” His fingers ran through Will’s curls before he returned to man on a mission mode.
Singing in the rain was put on, the volume low enough to not upset Will’s headache; Finn had made a mug of his famous hot chocolate (marshmallows, cream and a swirl of golden syrup) and had melted a bowl of Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough in the microwave, just how Will liked it.
“Finn can I have...”
“Beat you to it.” Finn held out the small tattered teddy he had won Will on their first date. Will raised an eyebrow and tucked the bear under his arm.
“I’m your husband.” He said airily waving his hand. “ I just know these things.”
Author:eighthoctave
Pairing: Finn Hudson/Will Schuester
Rating: PG-13/G
Warnings: Unbeta'd
Words: 411/290
Summary: Two small drabbles based around something i think I read somewhere in Winners. Because they just know what to do/what feels good.
Disclaimer: Don't own it never will, if i did Captain toothpaste would die and Finn and Will would be doing it on the piano.
Notes: All aboard the fluff express!!
They didn’t even think about it anymore. Will’s hands crept slowly against the ever present knots in Finn’s shoulders, eliciting soft hisses from the younger man’s lips. Shirts fell to the floor in a swift, calculated action.
“Will...” Finn sighed and let his head fall back against the firm shoulder behind him.
“I’ve got you.” He whispered a reply, breath licking Finn’s ear.
Pants were lost in the arduous trek to their bedroom, hands gripped, fingers locked as Will dragged a smiling Finn forward.
Tumbling down, bouncing up as both laughed into the dark blue duvet. Bodies were hovering above one another, accepting a sight well known to each party. Finn lay beneath a laughing Will who pressed soft kisses to accepting lips. Fingers ran their pre-determined track along skin, electric buzzes still drawing moans from each boy’s lips.
With age the experience didn’t lose its power. If anything it made everything better. Hands knew their place, careful lips knew the spots which would melt, bodies fitted together in perfect harmony, the afterglow still rung as resonant, flashes of brilliance between their eyes.
Hands held tightly, fingers rubbing circles against the backs of hands as Will and Finn fell down from glorious heights. Foreheads rubbed, breath mingled as stifled chuckles left schoolboy innocence behind.
“Love you.” Finn mumbled, a chaste kiss bridging the gap between them. A smile tug at the corner of Will’s lips, his free hand tracing lazy circles on naked hips.
“Love you too.” Conversation varied, each sentence punctuated with kisses. Of course they slipped back into the sweet pleasure of making love when topics ran dry. No asking, just knowing what felt so, so good.
Finn rolled over, sitting himself lazily on top of Will.
“Beau-ti-ful.” Each syllable warranted the softest of kisses.
“I’m really not anything spec...”
“You are gorgeous.” Finn smirked and slid himself down, pressing his nose against a very dumbfounded Will’s.
“Really?” Finn’s hands ran the course of his body, cupping stubble laden cheeks. Breath entwined once again as Finn’s breathy laugh filled a silence.
“Most beautiful person in the world.” His teeth dragged along a kiss swollen bottom lip. “So sexy.” Growls of anticipation left his mouth. “Abs and hair and eyes and beautiful.” Will’s head fell back as Finn’s hands touched that spot below his bellybutton, ticklish, sensitive, oh so brain melting spot.
Finn chuckled because there was no asking, never any asking, he just knew, knew what made him melt.
*****
The crease between Will’s eyes and the light sweat was noticed immediately by the doting husband. Finn, with several strides across the living room had Will’s satchel in his arms and was guiding his weary lover to the sofa.
“I have marking...” Will let his head roll back and looked up at Finn with widened eyes. Finn shook his head.
Palms untied knots worthy of the most prolific Boy Scout. Fingers caressed careful circles into Will’s neck drawing moans of thanks from the older man’s lips. Finn’s hand touched a burning forehead, and Will pressed his head towards it.
Finn didn’t say anything, he knew what to do.
He slipped into the bedroom returning with an arm full of goodies. Will was undressed slowly and Finn lay him down on the sofa, wrapping his favourite blanket tightly around him.
“M fine.” Will grumbled pressing his head into the soft pillow beneath him. Finn kissed him softly. “I’ll get you sick.” Will replied and frowned lightly.
“More time to spend with you then, hey.” His fingers ran through Will’s curls before he returned to man on a mission mode.
Singing in the rain was put on, the volume low enough to not upset Will’s headache; Finn had made a mug of his famous hot chocolate (marshmallows, cream and a swirl of golden syrup) and had melted a bowl of Ben and Jerry’s Cookie Dough in the microwave, just how Will liked it.
“Finn can I have...”
“Beat you to it.” Finn held out the small tattered teddy he had won Will on their first date. Will raised an eyebrow and tucked the bear under his arm.
“I’m your husband.” He said airily waving his hand. “ I just know these things.”