by Vivica Dorn
He took the empty stool next to Finn’s, pretending not to see Andrea’s knowing look from down at the other end of the bar.
“So, this is where you ended up,” he murmured.
Finn’s head jerked up, then he froze. He didn’t look at Lance, but rather relaxed (or at least tried to appear relaxed) and looked back down at his glass.
“Hey,” he muttered.
Lance stared at Finn’s profile, noting the pout that shaped Finn’s mouth. God, all he wanted to do was turn that face towards him and crush that pouting mouth against his own. As he looked at the clearly unhappy Finn, he realized he didn’t really have a plan of action. He should have come up with something to say, something that would make Finn look at him, before he had gotten there.
But he hadn’t.
So he settled on something neutral, something he was sure wouldn’t cause any friction.
“How was your trip back?”
Finn took a sip of his dwindling Coke.
“It was fine,” he said, still looking away. “Thank you for paying for the cab, and the tickets.”
“Thank you for coming with me,” Lance replied, his voice softening.
Suddenly Finn jumped up, sending his barstool to the ground behind him with a clatter. He reached down and righted it before throwing a twenty dollar bill down on the bar and finally turning to face Lance. His eyes shone with blue fire, and sporadic red streaked along his cheekbones.
“Can we, like, go somewhere else? I need to talk to you,” he huffed, staring Lance dead in the eyes. Lance was surprised by the sudden burst of motion, but stood and nodded.
“Of course. My apartment?”
Finn paused, then nodded firmly.
“Fine. Let’s go.”
The walk to Lance’s apartment was short and silent. Lance kept expecting Finn to say something along the way, but the boy remained obstinately quiet, though he walked quickly, as if spurred on by the energy of his unsaid words.
When they entered Lance’s apartment, Finn immediately tossed his coat on the floor, kicked off his shoes, and fell onto the leather couch, arms crossed. Lance watched him wryly, half-amused, half-concerned. He hadn’t expected Finn to be so bothered by whatever was bothering him.
“Can I get you something to drink?” He asked, unsure of what to do next.
“No, thank you, just come sit down,” Finn responded, chin raised defiantly.
Lance moved to sit next to him on the couch.
“No,” Finn uttered emphatically. “Not so close. At the other end.”
Lance felt his jaw tighten, but he acquiesced, moving to the far end of the couch.
“Better?” He asked.
“Yes, actually,” Finn replied. “I just... I need some distance to maintain my mental clarity and all that. Personal bubble.”
Lance nodded, understanding. The closer he got to Finn physically, the less he felt like his mind and body were his own, so muddled did they become with strange and dark desires.
“So,” Finn began, his voice faltering a little. The angry confidence from a moment ago appeared to be fading, and he looked down while he spoke. “How come you left me like that in Langdon? Especially after everything, after what you said...”
Lance blinked. Could Finn’s mood be because Lance had left him alone, and not because of the fact that he had told him he loved him? Hope bloomed, warm and unfamiliar, deep in his chest. He leaned forward a little.
“Did you miss me?”
Finn rolled his eyes.
“You’re not taking this seriously!” He exclaimed, pout returning.
Lance shook his head.
“You couldn’t be more wrong. I’ve never been more serious about anything in my life.”
Finn froze, then swallowed audibly.
“So, what exactly are you serious about?”
Lance didn’t even let a beat pass before answering.
“You.”
Finn’s eyes widened, and he pressed his lips together silently, flushing deeply. Steady now, Lance thought fiercely. It was taking everything he had not to pin the freshman beneath him on the couch.
“So then, why did you leave?” Finn asked, his voice sounding weak and small.
“I apologize for that,” Lance began sincerely. “After I told you that I loved you -” Finn emitted a small squeak then, “- and you left without saying anything, I figured you wanted to be left alone. And then this morning I had some business with my father to take care of. I really had intended to accompany you back to school. I’m sorry about that.” Lance couldn’t remember the last time he had apologized to someone.
“Ok,” Finn muttered, cheeks ablaze, “but you can’t just tell someone you love them and disappear. I tried to go to your room after, and you weren’t there. And I didn’t even have your phone number to try to contact you.”
Lance felt his face melt into a smirk.
“So, you did miss me.”
“Oh my goooddddd,” Finn groaned, drawing out the last word. “How did I fall for someone so annoying?”
Lance froze, heat moving from his face to between his legs. Had Finn just said what he thought he had?
“What did you just say,” he said quietly, needing clarification, fighting to keep his voice controlled.
Finn huffed, tightening his arms over his chest.
“I said I’ve fallen for you, ok? Jeez. I spent the whole funeral wanting to make you feel better, then wanting to protect you from your dad, then afterwards all I wanted to do was go find you and I couldn’t. And it drove me fucking crazy.”
“Come here,” Lance commanded, unable to wait any longer. He couldn’t just sit there while the boy he loved told him that he felt the same way. It was impossible, totally and utterly.
“What?” Finn’s mouth quivered, and he looked beautifully embarrassed. Lance’s cock stirred at the sight.
“Come here,” he repeated, leaning over, grasping Finn by the elbow, and pulling him into his lap in one smooth motion. Finn gasped, finding himself straddling the older boy.
“So, what, no more small talk?” Finn complained, cheeks crimson.
Lance gripped Finn’s hips through his jeans, revelling in the feeling of the smaller boy’s body weight on his rapidly hardening cock.
“I’m not good at small talk,” he said in a low voice.
Finn swallowed, his Adam’s apple bobbing noticeably.
“So... what are you good at then?”
“Swimming,” he said, his mouth a mere breath away from Finn’s. He could hear how unsteady Finn’s breath was becoming, feel the way Finn’s hands were tightening on his shoulders.
“And?”
“School,” Lance said, moving his mouth even closer Finn’s. Finn parted his lips and wet them with his tongue. Lance kept himself from groaning, but barely.
“A-and?”
“And this,” Lance answered before devouring Finn’s mouth with his own. Finn moaned and Lance felt him arch his back, pressing his chest against him. Careful, careful, he told himself, forcing the boy’s mouth open with his tongue, feeling the warm beat of Finn’s body against him. His hands moved from Finn’s hips to his ass and Finn stiffened, but did not pull back. Lance’s hands moved again, and he began fumbling with Finn’s belt and the zipper of his jeans. It took a moment longer than it should have because, Lance noted with some anger, his hands were trembling. Trembling. For a moment he felt his old dislike of Finn return – what the hell was this boy doing to him? Lance Gallagher didn’t fucking tremble. Growling, trying to regain some control, he flipped the boy onto his back, pinning him to the couch with his substantial weight. Finn felt small and breakable below him, his narrow chest heaving, lips red and wanting, blue eyes hooded. Lance pushed Finn’s T-shirt up, gaining access to his small pink nipples. He began to lick and nip at them, the boy below him writhing, gasping.
He moved downward with his mouth, to Finn’s white abdomen, tonguing the curve of his belly button. He kissed the small scab that had fo
rmed where Finn had cut himself shaving, and Finn’s hips bucked up in response. Lance smirked, moving further downward still, before taking Finn’s hard, pink cock out of his jeans. Finn’s eyes flew open and he cried out, arching exquisitely. The view was absolutely fucking magnificent from down there, Finn’s cock hot and bobbing in Lance’s hand, his hands locked over his head, mouth agape in pleasure. But it wasn’t enough, Lance needed to feel him more.
He took Finn’s throbbing erection into his mouth, looking up at he panting boy as he bucked and arched. It only took a moment before Finn gasped and whimpered, “I’m close, I’m close, oh my God...”
Lance released Finn’s cock and moved downward yet again with his mouth. He pulled Finn’s jeans and underwear off impatiently and returned his mouth to the hot place between those surprisingly slim, shapely legs. Spreading Finn, his hands growing mercilessly hard on the boy’s skin, his tongue darted inward to meet Finn’s pulsing pink hole.
Finn practically screamed.
“What the hell are you doing, oh my God, oh my God...!”
Finn squirmed and tried to close his legs, by Lance’s grip was like iron on his thighs. His huge hands held him open, aching and vulnerable, as his tongue slowly circled, then entered, the straining boy.
“Holy shit, fuck, fuck!” Finn’s hole tightened gloriously around Lance’s tongue as he came, shuddering and untouched. Lance removed his tongue and slipped a strong finger inside, causing Finn to gasp and buck. Feeling the hole contract around his finger almost sent him through the roof. His voice low and thick with need, he said “I can’t wait to fuck you here.” With that last word he slipped another finger inside, moving them slowly, stretching Finn’s body the way he had stretched Finn’s wet lips with his cock before.
“Yo, wait, I don’t know, ah, ah!”
A third finger now, that’s it. Lance clenched his jaw, his cock throbbing. He pulled his fingers out and Finn made a small sound of complaint. He straightened, on his knees between Finn’s splayed legs, and released his cock from his jeans. Finn was already half hard again, just from being fingered, holy fuck. Lance fought hard, mightily hard, against the urge to pin the boys wrists above his head and pound into him like an animal.
“You don’t know what?” he asked, gripping his huge red cock. Finn eyed Lance’s erection and licked his lips. “You don’t know if you want this? Because if that’s the case you need to tell me. Right fucking now. Before I can’t stop. That time, in the locker room...” His voice trailed off as he pressed his cock against Finn’s wet, loosened hole. Finn moaned, and instinctively hooked his ankles around Lance’s hips, pulling him closer. “You have to tell me you want it,” Lance panted, going crazy with his fat tip just barely nudging that slick spot. It took everything he had not to plunge into Finn’s hot body. But he wouldn’t do that until he heard Finn say it.
Finn looked at him with hazy eyes, biting his lower lip.
“I-I want it. I want you. And I wanted it then, too.”
Lance’s resolve broke, completely fucking shattered under the onslaught of his incredible need. He couldn’t believe how much he needed this maddening, arrogant boy. He pressed firmly, deeply into Finn, feeling that intense tightness contract against him in the most amazing way. He grunted, gritting his teeth, trying not to go too fast, trying to regain some modicum of control. Finn was extraordinarily tense beneath him, mouth thrown open in silent, ecstatic agony. Lance gripped Finn’s hips, focusing all of his attention on his hands, every muscle thrumming, trying not to move yet. It took everything he could muster, everything he fucking had, to stay so still. Finn’s blue eyes found his and he nodded a little.
“Say it,” Lance whispered, his voice fierce with the pain of his need.
“Goddamnit, move!” Finn cried, his voice cracking.
That was all Lance needed to hear. He began moving his hips, staring down at the place his cock entered and withdrew, entered and withdrew. He was fascinated by the way this boy’s body was swallowing him up to the hilt, oh, god, taking him in all the way. Finn was hard again, and Lance palmed his sensitive erection as he moved, slowly, and then more quickly. Whimpering, Finn tightened his legs around Lance’s hips and Lance swore to himself. Watching Finn below him was unbelievable – the boy arched and moaned, his white skin flushed, his mouth glistening, his blue eyes focused on the place where their bodies met – Jesus.
“You like that cock, don’t you? You like being filled to the brim with me,” Lance growled, bucking even deeper. Finn gasped, his eyes rolling back.
“Jesus Christ,” he barely managed to whisper between moans. “Don’t make me say such dirty shit.”
Lance thrusted harder, faster, moving his hand up and down Finn’s pulsing erection. He was suddenly overcome with the intense desire to be pressed up against the boy below him, skin on skin. He ripped off his shirt and re-positioned, his body flush against Finn’s, his hips at the perfect angle to touch that deep, central, internal point of Finn’s pleasure. Finn locked his ankles around Lance’s back.
“Did you think about this,” Lance muttered against Finn’s pink ear, unable to keep the humiliating, dirty words from spilling out of his mouth, “did you think about this when you tried to come find me last night? Did you ever think you’d end up here, taking me all the way to the hilt? Fuck, you feel so good...” It was true. Lance had never experienced sensations this exquisite, this tight, this wet, this hot, ever before, with anyone. And he had never wanted to dominate someone so much. He knew that he was making this more dirty and more domineering than he maybe should have been, but he couldn’t help it. Finn had unleashed every cruel, deep, and dark desire. Finn had made him monstrous. He gripped Finn’s wrists and held them over his head, forcing the boy to arch into him even more.
Finn was coming undone. Lance could sense it. The tip of his cock was wet against Lance’s abdomen, and he knew that he was hitting the perfect spot inside Finn’s body, sending him careening over the edge.
“Are you going to come again? Tell me,” he commanded.
“Y-yeah, I think so. I’m gonna come.”
“Come. Come all over my cock. Now.” Lance drilled harder and harder into Finn’s body, punctuating his words with the thrusts of his hips, and with a strangled cry Finn released all over Lance’s stomach. Lance didn’t give him a break, didn’t let him relax, but kept moving through Finn’s pleasure, moving faster and faster as the boy tightened around him, until he felt his orgasm building, deep and low in his abdomen.
“I’m gonna fill you up with more than my cock, Finn, I’m gonna fill you with my cum,” he said into Finn’s dark curls, his voice so hoarse it was practically a whisper.
Finn’s eyes widened and he moaned. Lance’s mouth found its way to Finn’s neck, sucking and biting down as he came with everything he had, deep inside. He cursed this small, strong, arrogant boy as he filled him with cum – cursed Finn for what he had done to him.
CHAPTER 27
“Yo, holy shit, my dude! Is that a hickey?!” Sam’s eyes widened next to Finn, and he leaned closer to inspect the deep purple mark on his neck. Finn grumbled and adjusted his scarf, cheeks reddening.
“Damn, son, what crazy lady did that?” He asked, nodding with appreciation. Finn rolled his eyes, but before he could come up with some clever retort, Lance took up the seat beside him and slung his arm over Finn’s shoulder possessively.
“It wasn’t a lady,” he growled, pulling Finn into his side. Finn flushed, annoyed by how happy having Lance’s arm around him made him.
“Well, alright, damn! Look at you two! More power to you, my friends...” Sam’s voice trailed off and his face fell when he saw Dr Adams enter the classroom.
“Aw, no Michel today, sorry man,” Finn teased with a laugh. Sam sighed, then smiled.
“Doesn’t matter, I’ll see him in office hours later.” Something about the gleam in Sam’s eyes made him a little suspicious.
“Mr Gallagher, kindly remove your arm from Mr Anderson’s sho
ulders and focus your attention at the front.”
Lance slipped his arm away, leaving Finn feeling irrationally cold, until that same arm made its way under the table. Lance gripped Finn’s hand, warming Finn to his very core. Finn made a point of not looking at Lance, of not smiling like a giddy fool, though he felt the blushing giving him away. It always gave him away. But for once, with Lance beside him, with this hand in his own, he didn’t mind. He would give away, wanted to give away, everything, everything, everything.
EPILOGUE
1.5 Years Later
“Ok, I think that’s just about it!” Finn called from the apartment’s living room. “All packed up!”
Lance buttoned the clasp at the top of his black graduation gown, then placed the matching cap on his head, regarding himself in their bedroom’s full-length mirror. He couldn’t believe he had ended up renting the gown. He almost felt a little silly. These kind of traditions had always felt pointless to him – he had always assumed he would skip his graduation ceremony. Neither his father nor his grandfather would be in attendance, after all, and Lance wasn’t the nostalgic or sentimental type. He truly didn’t care about the outfits, the ceremony, crossing the stage, or having graduation photos to look back on.
But Finn did. And when Finn had talked so proudly, almost dreamily, about watching Lance cross the Kingston College graduation stage, he had decided that maybe it was something worth doing after all. He smiled softly, thinking of all the ways Finn had changed his life. Had changed him.
After a final check, Lance took the mirror off of the wall and placed it with the rest of the packed-up bedroom furniture. Then he stepped out.
Finn was crouched over a large cardboard box in the centre of the living room, pulling packing tape tightly over the top.
