Fic. Breakfast of Champions
Title: Breakfast of Champions
Author:alicebluegown16
Rating: NC-17!!
Pairing: Finn/Will
Summary: Morning after table!smexing.
AN: For the prompt meme: I'd like to see Will making breakfast (morning after breakfast) wearing Finn's shirt, maybe nothing but Finn's shirt. Please and Thank you!Table sex would be nice, with Finn on top. This is a direct sequel to my previous fic Do Over.
Warning: Uh, porn?
Finn wanders downstairs the morning after his first night with Will in nothing but jeans and bare feet.
It’s a vaguely porntastic look he’s not quite comfortable with, but he didn’t have many options since he woke up and was unable to find 1) his shirt, 2) his boxers and most importantly 3) Will.
The last one had freaked him out the most, but he had woken up slightly sore, naked, and in Will’s bed so it wasn’t all a dream, last night really did happen, and since it’s Will’s bed and therefore, Will’s house, he’s fairly certain the other man didn’t ditch him and sneak off at the crack of dawn (that happened to Finn once. It really, really sucked.)
He finds all three of the things he’s looking for in the kitchen.
Will is wearing his t-shirt and boxers (his underwear…Will Schuester is wearing his underwear and hello kink he didn’t even know he had) and is giving him a kind of nervous smile and waving a spatula around, saying something about how he knows this isn’t exactly Denny’s but…
Pancakes.
Will is making him pancakes.
Finn has never ever had anyone make him morning after breakfast and now he’s getting pancakes. From scratch. Fuck. Finn doesn’t even know how to make pancakes. In his dorm room the fanciest he can get in the morning is a Pillsbury Toaster Strudel.
Without conscious thought Finn has crossed the kitchen in about two steps and uses his whole body to pin Will to the counter.
Cotton under his fingers (his shirt, warm from Will’s skin) and Will’s mouth slanting against his, Will’s tongue, wet, shuddering gasps.
Will sort of melts against him for ten seconds and then he’s hooking a leg up around Finn’s waist, arching against him. Will’s rock hard against his hip and Finn’s giddy and relieved---yes, not a one night thing-and also so fucking turned on Jesusfuck every single part of him that possibly could be at attention is right now. His blood is surging from scalp to toes, skin tingling, he even thinks the hairs on the back of his neck might be standing up.
He’s kissing Will and it’s hot and all kinds of dirty and he gets the feeling from the way Will’s fingers immediately slip into the waist band of his jeans that he’s pretty into it too.
In fact, Will’s hands are pretty much everywhere.
Back, spine, shoulders, playing with the hair at the base of his neck and then reaching down to grab Finn’s ass with both hands, hands in the back pockets of Finn’s jeans, it’s a repeat move from last night, and Finn is totally A-Okay with it, really he is, especially with the way Will’s like fucking humping his leg right now, and it’s too much, too much, he’s not going to ruin this by coming in his jeans.
He pins Will’s arms above the other man’s head (and the fucking smirk Will gives him makes him almost forget why he stopped.)
And then he’s on his knees, Will’s (his) boxers pulled down, (his) shirt flung somewhere over his shoulder, taking him all in before Will can object (not that he believes he intends to because who turns down blowjobs?)
Finn’s only done this a handful of times; part of him still finds it kind of weird to be honest, mostly in the sense that it’s not a bad weird.
Will’s hands clenching his shoulder, clutching at his skull, moaning and gasping ‘ohgodfuckyespleasegodyesfinn.’ That kind of power is really, really, freaking cool and sometimes it makes Finn wonder why in high school he considered being called a cocksucker such a bad thing.
Tongue, tongue, liiiiiitle bit of teeth, Will’s thighs trembling, body bowstring tense, hands clawing at the counter, Finn wrapping his arms around Will’s waist, pressure, taste, smell, hum of pleasure, hands stroking Will’s hip, it’s okay, it’s okay, let go, I’ve got you, and yes finally, Will moaning and rocking his hips forward, holding the back of Finn’s head still and fucking his throat.
But then Will’s shoving at his shoulders, staggering a couple of steps who knows where, desperate groan when Finn fucking follows on his knees, and this isn’t the polite ‘Dude, head’s up I’m about to come’ warning, this is a ‘I’d like you to remove my dick from your mouth’ shove and Finn pulls away with a vaguely obscene noise, confused as hell because Will is turning down a thanks for the pancakes, damn you look good in my underwear, morning after blowjob. And who the fuck does that?
Finn rests his head against Will’s stomach, his breath ghosting over the skin, making goose bumps stand up. He finds a hickey he didn’t even remember giving on Will’s hipbone and idly traces it with his tongue. (Mine, mine, mine, mine, a low growling voice whispers in the back of his head.)
A jerk of hips and a hiss, Will hauling him to his feet and kissing him breathless.
“No.”
“No?”
“No. Because you are going to bend me over that kitchen table and Fuck. My Brains. Out.”
Finn buries his face in Will’s neck and lets out a whimper/moan, eyes rolling back in his head because Holy fuck, he used to fantasize in Spanish class about Will saying stuff like that and it turns out the reality? Just fucking flipped the fantasy the bird as it raced past.
“Fuck, Will.”
“Exactly.”
Will’s smile is all Grandma what big teeth you have and he makes the comparison even more apt by nipping at Finn’s collarbone and then they’re both stumble walking to the kitchen table, Finn congratulating himself for not tripping to his death what with Will seemingly checking him for fillings and demonstrating his previously unknown mad ninja sex skills by undoing his fly one handed.
Truth be told, it’s kind of awkward, the angle isn’t exactly right, and table sex does no favors to anyone’s back or knees when you’re his height and then there’s the fact that Finn’s kind of terrified to move, screaming at himself in his head ‘Do NOT come yet, you are not allowed to come, fucking Christ he feels so good and hot and tight and if you come in less than a minute you have to flee the country and live under an assumed name.’
If they’re going for mad hot porno-worthy spontaneous table sex, Finn probably ruins it by responding to Will’s demands of now, now, move now, fuck me right now with a half hysterical laugh and “I’m not sure I know that one, could you maybe hum a few bars?” He definitely ruins it when he leans forward whispering “I love you” against Will’s mouth and fucking finally starts to move in earnest before the other man can respond.
But they make do. They make do just fine, table squeaking, Will’s hands twisting and sliding against the sweat slick skin of Finn’s back.
It gets pretty mad hot though when Will kisses Finn’s throat buries his nose in the hollow of the younger man’s neck and says “I love you, too.”
Then there’s shifting so that Will can lock his ankles behind Finn’s back, pulling him in deeper, perfect fucking angle hitting his prostate on every pass and Finn’s vice-like grip on his hips which he knows, knows, just knows are going to leave finger shaped bruises for days, and Finn’s spine is melting, his thoughts scattering like marbles.
He’s making Will pant and moan and gasp, pouring everything he has into this and it’s all a spinning swooping blur, Will in his clothes, and his marks on Will’s body, and Will’s hands, Will’s mouth, Will’s eyes shattering him into a million pieces and knitting him back together (we can rebuild him, we can make him better, faster, stronger, we have the technology) that low desperate growl of mine, mine, mine is now a promise of yours, yours, yours, or maybe us, us, us.
And then he’s coming for what feels like a million years, Will yanking his head down and kissing him, Finn jerking him off in time with the strokes of Will’s tongue against his.
He’s trying to squeeze his brain cells back together again and stop his heart from pounding out of his chest when Will asks him if he’s okay.
Finn swallows hard. Climbing back from Amazing Orgasm Land is really slow going right now.
“Okay…” His voice sounds sort of rusty and raw and he clears his throat and tries again.
“Okay, so I’m thinking we’d probably get kicked out of Denny’s if we tried that on one of their tables.”
Will lets out some bizarre combination snort/laugh and Finn can feel the vibrations of it all the way to his toes.
Finn’s mostly draped over Will, absently petting his truly epic JBF hair (Just Been Fucked by him and he’d like to believe his inner victory dance is slightly more graceful than whatever outer victory dance he could come up with) and drawing lazy circles on the other man’s hip.
“So, uh…you in my underwear is kind of ridiculously hot.” This confession is buried somewhere in the vicinity of Will’s shoulder.
Another laugh from Will and as much as Finn loves hearing him sing, he thinks Will’s laugh might be moving further up the list of favorite sounds in the history of ever.
“Yeah, I think the blowjob kind of clued me in on that…uh…you in nothing but blue jeans is kind of ridiculously hot.”
“Yeah, I think you begging me to fuck you kind of clued me in on that…which by the way? Also ridiculously hot.”
Eventually, they have to concede defeat and admit that this fine example of American craftsmanship is likely going to collapse under their combined weight if they continue to lay on it.
Finn heaves himself to his feet with as much grace as possible (very little) and then grabs Will’s hand to pull him up as well.
He’s still holding Will’s hand when he leads them back to the bedroom.
“Uh, Finn…what are you doing?”
“Going back to bed, duh. I don’t know about you, but I am not going to be up at the crack of nine a.m. if I don’t actually have to be.”
Will hesitates for a moment and then lays down next to him, his expression clearly saying something along the lines of ‘But…but…pancakes.’
Finn throws a leg across his waist and buries his nose in the back of Will’s neck.
“Sleep now. Pancakes later. They’ll keep. Remember, Denny’s serves breakfast all day.”
Hours later, when they finally do eat them, Will’s pancakes fucking blow Denny’s out of the water, mostly because they eat them in bed ( the logic of this essentially boiling down to “Dude, I’m not eating at the table where your bare ass was.”) with Finn’s arms loosely wrapped around Will as he leans back against him.
“So, I’m thinking next time, in the name of fairness, I’ll make the breakfast. How’s that sound?” He’s trying to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible and likely failing miserably at it.
“Depends…what are you going to make?” Finn’s brain momentarily goes nghugh from the combination of Will absently licking jam off his fingers (and he must really be gone on Will because he doesn’t even find it totally weird that Will puts jam on his pancakes and what kind of fuckery is that?) and the fact that Will just in a round about way agreed to future naked sleepovers.
“Oh, just a little family recipe I like to call…toast.”
“I like toast. Is it homemade?”
“Is it homemade? Not only is it homemade, there might even be…margarine and/or butter, depending on your preference. ”
“I think you’re trying to get into my pants again.” Will states with the utmost seriousness.
“I think you’re right.” Finn replies with equal gravity. “And technically this morning, I got into my pants.”
Part of Finn is telling him to shut up now and take what he’s just been given, the general unspoken understanding that this doesn’t have to be a one off, especially since less than twenty-four hours he thought he’d be lucky to get even that. But fuck it all, he doesn’t want that. He wants to speak it (or at least speak it again the right way) even if it ends in fiery, oh God the humanity disaster.
“Umm...just for clarification purposes…earlier today, I said I love you and you said it back, right?”
“I think that’s the gist of it, yes.” Will’s still using his Serious Business voice, but the corners of his mouth are twitching slightly.
“It counts, doesn’t it? No one wants to invoke the said it during sex Get out Of Jail Free Card? Because if you need something more romantic or formal or something…I can do it again. Or not. I can wait if that’s better. I mean I meant it, but I can you know wait…until you…mean it? Because I know we just started dating-we are dating right? And I don’t want you to think I’m rushing you or anything, it’s just that the cooking breakfast and the you in my underwear thing, which I like didn’t even know was something I was into---“
“Finn, I meant it and it counts.” Will cuts him off but he’s totally cool with that because his next words are “I love you.”
A whoosh of air as Finn lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, goofy grin almost splitting his face in half and Will’s kind of got a goofy smile as well that pretty much guarantees if Finn weren’t in love with him before he sure as hell would be now.
“Alright…awesome…cause I love you, too.”
Then Will’s kissing him, soft and slow, the lightest pressure of lips and a deliberate sweep of tongue. It doesn’t have the heated frenzy of all the other kisses, but it almost kills Finn, makes his heart squeeze in his chest.
And yeah, this is totally awesome and Finn can totally overlook the whole jam instead of syrup thing (unless he puts syrup on his toast…a small voice pipes up. Because that would be fifty kinds of wrong, the only toast that should have syrup is French Toast and that’s barely even in the toast family) but oh, he thinks as Will presses him back against the mattress…oh, he thinks he’d even be able to overlook that, too.
Author:alicebluegown16
Rating: NC-17!!
Pairing: Finn/Will
Summary: Morning after table!smexing.
AN: For the prompt meme: I'd like to see Will making breakfast (morning after breakfast) wearing Finn's shirt, maybe nothing but Finn's shirt. Please and Thank you!Table sex would be nice, with Finn on top. This is a direct sequel to my previous fic Do Over.
Warning: Uh, porn?
Finn wanders downstairs the morning after his first night with Will in nothing but jeans and bare feet.
It’s a vaguely porntastic look he’s not quite comfortable with, but he didn’t have many options since he woke up and was unable to find 1) his shirt, 2) his boxers and most importantly 3) Will.
The last one had freaked him out the most, but he had woken up slightly sore, naked, and in Will’s bed so it wasn’t all a dream, last night really did happen, and since it’s Will’s bed and therefore, Will’s house, he’s fairly certain the other man didn’t ditch him and sneak off at the crack of dawn (that happened to Finn once. It really, really sucked.)
He finds all three of the things he’s looking for in the kitchen.
Will is wearing his t-shirt and boxers (his underwear…Will Schuester is wearing his underwear and hello kink he didn’t even know he had) and is giving him a kind of nervous smile and waving a spatula around, saying something about how he knows this isn’t exactly Denny’s but…
Pancakes.
Will is making him pancakes.
Finn has never ever had anyone make him morning after breakfast and now he’s getting pancakes. From scratch. Fuck. Finn doesn’t even know how to make pancakes. In his dorm room the fanciest he can get in the morning is a Pillsbury Toaster Strudel.
Without conscious thought Finn has crossed the kitchen in about two steps and uses his whole body to pin Will to the counter.
Cotton under his fingers (his shirt, warm from Will’s skin) and Will’s mouth slanting against his, Will’s tongue, wet, shuddering gasps.
Will sort of melts against him for ten seconds and then he’s hooking a leg up around Finn’s waist, arching against him. Will’s rock hard against his hip and Finn’s giddy and relieved---yes, not a one night thing-and also so fucking turned on Jesusfuck every single part of him that possibly could be at attention is right now. His blood is surging from scalp to toes, skin tingling, he even thinks the hairs on the back of his neck might be standing up.
He’s kissing Will and it’s hot and all kinds of dirty and he gets the feeling from the way Will’s fingers immediately slip into the waist band of his jeans that he’s pretty into it too.
In fact, Will’s hands are pretty much everywhere.
Back, spine, shoulders, playing with the hair at the base of his neck and then reaching down to grab Finn’s ass with both hands, hands in the back pockets of Finn’s jeans, it’s a repeat move from last night, and Finn is totally A-Okay with it, really he is, especially with the way Will’s like fucking humping his leg right now, and it’s too much, too much, he’s not going to ruin this by coming in his jeans.
He pins Will’s arms above the other man’s head (and the fucking smirk Will gives him makes him almost forget why he stopped.)
And then he’s on his knees, Will’s (his) boxers pulled down, (his) shirt flung somewhere over his shoulder, taking him all in before Will can object (not that he believes he intends to because who turns down blowjobs?)
Finn’s only done this a handful of times; part of him still finds it kind of weird to be honest, mostly in the sense that it’s not a bad weird.
Will’s hands clenching his shoulder, clutching at his skull, moaning and gasping ‘ohgodfuckyespleasegodyesfinn.’ That kind of power is really, really, freaking cool and sometimes it makes Finn wonder why in high school he considered being called a cocksucker such a bad thing.
Tongue, tongue, liiiiiitle bit of teeth, Will’s thighs trembling, body bowstring tense, hands clawing at the counter, Finn wrapping his arms around Will’s waist, pressure, taste, smell, hum of pleasure, hands stroking Will’s hip, it’s okay, it’s okay, let go, I’ve got you, and yes finally, Will moaning and rocking his hips forward, holding the back of Finn’s head still and fucking his throat.
But then Will’s shoving at his shoulders, staggering a couple of steps who knows where, desperate groan when Finn fucking follows on his knees, and this isn’t the polite ‘Dude, head’s up I’m about to come’ warning, this is a ‘I’d like you to remove my dick from your mouth’ shove and Finn pulls away with a vaguely obscene noise, confused as hell because Will is turning down a thanks for the pancakes, damn you look good in my underwear, morning after blowjob. And who the fuck does that?
Finn rests his head against Will’s stomach, his breath ghosting over the skin, making goose bumps stand up. He finds a hickey he didn’t even remember giving on Will’s hipbone and idly traces it with his tongue. (Mine, mine, mine, mine, a low growling voice whispers in the back of his head.)
A jerk of hips and a hiss, Will hauling him to his feet and kissing him breathless.
“No.”
“No?”
“No. Because you are going to bend me over that kitchen table and Fuck. My Brains. Out.”
Finn buries his face in Will’s neck and lets out a whimper/moan, eyes rolling back in his head because Holy fuck, he used to fantasize in Spanish class about Will saying stuff like that and it turns out the reality? Just fucking flipped the fantasy the bird as it raced past.
“Fuck, Will.”
“Exactly.”
Will’s smile is all Grandma what big teeth you have and he makes the comparison even more apt by nipping at Finn’s collarbone and then they’re both stumble walking to the kitchen table, Finn congratulating himself for not tripping to his death what with Will seemingly checking him for fillings and demonstrating his previously unknown mad ninja sex skills by undoing his fly one handed.
Truth be told, it’s kind of awkward, the angle isn’t exactly right, and table sex does no favors to anyone’s back or knees when you’re his height and then there’s the fact that Finn’s kind of terrified to move, screaming at himself in his head ‘Do NOT come yet, you are not allowed to come, fucking Christ he feels so good and hot and tight and if you come in less than a minute you have to flee the country and live under an assumed name.’
If they’re going for mad hot porno-worthy spontaneous table sex, Finn probably ruins it by responding to Will’s demands of now, now, move now, fuck me right now with a half hysterical laugh and “I’m not sure I know that one, could you maybe hum a few bars?” He definitely ruins it when he leans forward whispering “I love you” against Will’s mouth and fucking finally starts to move in earnest before the other man can respond.
But they make do. They make do just fine, table squeaking, Will’s hands twisting and sliding against the sweat slick skin of Finn’s back.
It gets pretty mad hot though when Will kisses Finn’s throat buries his nose in the hollow of the younger man’s neck and says “I love you, too.”
Then there’s shifting so that Will can lock his ankles behind Finn’s back, pulling him in deeper, perfect fucking angle hitting his prostate on every pass and Finn’s vice-like grip on his hips which he knows, knows, just knows are going to leave finger shaped bruises for days, and Finn’s spine is melting, his thoughts scattering like marbles.
He’s making Will pant and moan and gasp, pouring everything he has into this and it’s all a spinning swooping blur, Will in his clothes, and his marks on Will’s body, and Will’s hands, Will’s mouth, Will’s eyes shattering him into a million pieces and knitting him back together (we can rebuild him, we can make him better, faster, stronger, we have the technology) that low desperate growl of mine, mine, mine is now a promise of yours, yours, yours, or maybe us, us, us.
And then he’s coming for what feels like a million years, Will yanking his head down and kissing him, Finn jerking him off in time with the strokes of Will’s tongue against his.
He’s trying to squeeze his brain cells back together again and stop his heart from pounding out of his chest when Will asks him if he’s okay.
Finn swallows hard. Climbing back from Amazing Orgasm Land is really slow going right now.
“Okay…” His voice sounds sort of rusty and raw and he clears his throat and tries again.
“Okay, so I’m thinking we’d probably get kicked out of Denny’s if we tried that on one of their tables.”
Will lets out some bizarre combination snort/laugh and Finn can feel the vibrations of it all the way to his toes.
Finn’s mostly draped over Will, absently petting his truly epic JBF hair (Just Been Fucked by him and he’d like to believe his inner victory dance is slightly more graceful than whatever outer victory dance he could come up with) and drawing lazy circles on the other man’s hip.
“So, uh…you in my underwear is kind of ridiculously hot.” This confession is buried somewhere in the vicinity of Will’s shoulder.
Another laugh from Will and as much as Finn loves hearing him sing, he thinks Will’s laugh might be moving further up the list of favorite sounds in the history of ever.
“Yeah, I think the blowjob kind of clued me in on that…uh…you in nothing but blue jeans is kind of ridiculously hot.”
“Yeah, I think you begging me to fuck you kind of clued me in on that…which by the way? Also ridiculously hot.”
Eventually, they have to concede defeat and admit that this fine example of American craftsmanship is likely going to collapse under their combined weight if they continue to lay on it.
Finn heaves himself to his feet with as much grace as possible (very little) and then grabs Will’s hand to pull him up as well.
He’s still holding Will’s hand when he leads them back to the bedroom.
“Uh, Finn…what are you doing?”
“Going back to bed, duh. I don’t know about you, but I am not going to be up at the crack of nine a.m. if I don’t actually have to be.”
Will hesitates for a moment and then lays down next to him, his expression clearly saying something along the lines of ‘But…but…pancakes.’
Finn throws a leg across his waist and buries his nose in the back of Will’s neck.
“Sleep now. Pancakes later. They’ll keep. Remember, Denny’s serves breakfast all day.”
Hours later, when they finally do eat them, Will’s pancakes fucking blow Denny’s out of the water, mostly because they eat them in bed ( the logic of this essentially boiling down to “Dude, I’m not eating at the table where your bare ass was.”) with Finn’s arms loosely wrapped around Will as he leans back against him.
“So, I’m thinking next time, in the name of fairness, I’ll make the breakfast. How’s that sound?” He’s trying to keep his voice as nonchalant as possible and likely failing miserably at it.
“Depends…what are you going to make?” Finn’s brain momentarily goes nghugh from the combination of Will absently licking jam off his fingers (and he must really be gone on Will because he doesn’t even find it totally weird that Will puts jam on his pancakes and what kind of fuckery is that?) and the fact that Will just in a round about way agreed to future naked sleepovers.
“Oh, just a little family recipe I like to call…toast.”
“I like toast. Is it homemade?”
“Is it homemade? Not only is it homemade, there might even be…margarine and/or butter, depending on your preference. ”
“I think you’re trying to get into my pants again.” Will states with the utmost seriousness.
“I think you’re right.” Finn replies with equal gravity. “And technically this morning, I got into my pants.”
Part of Finn is telling him to shut up now and take what he’s just been given, the general unspoken understanding that this doesn’t have to be a one off, especially since less than twenty-four hours he thought he’d be lucky to get even that. But fuck it all, he doesn’t want that. He wants to speak it (or at least speak it again the right way) even if it ends in fiery, oh God the humanity disaster.
“Umm...just for clarification purposes…earlier today, I said I love you and you said it back, right?”
“I think that’s the gist of it, yes.” Will’s still using his Serious Business voice, but the corners of his mouth are twitching slightly.
“It counts, doesn’t it? No one wants to invoke the said it during sex Get out Of Jail Free Card? Because if you need something more romantic or formal or something…I can do it again. Or not. I can wait if that’s better. I mean I meant it, but I can you know wait…until you…mean it? Because I know we just started dating-we are dating right? And I don’t want you to think I’m rushing you or anything, it’s just that the cooking breakfast and the you in my underwear thing, which I like didn’t even know was something I was into---“
“Finn, I meant it and it counts.” Will cuts him off but he’s totally cool with that because his next words are “I love you.”
A whoosh of air as Finn lets out a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, goofy grin almost splitting his face in half and Will’s kind of got a goofy smile as well that pretty much guarantees if Finn weren’t in love with him before he sure as hell would be now.
“Alright…awesome…cause I love you, too.”
Then Will’s kissing him, soft and slow, the lightest pressure of lips and a deliberate sweep of tongue. It doesn’t have the heated frenzy of all the other kisses, but it almost kills Finn, makes his heart squeeze in his chest.
And yeah, this is totally awesome and Finn can totally overlook the whole jam instead of syrup thing (unless he puts syrup on his toast…a small voice pipes up. Because that would be fifty kinds of wrong, the only toast that should have syrup is French Toast and that’s barely even in the toast family) but oh, he thinks as Will presses him back against the mattress…oh, he thinks he’d even be able to overlook that, too.