So, this is my new fic. I blame my sister, since I live with her and she's always singing this effing song. lol The plot bunnies just ran off with my brain. I don't plan on it being more than five chapters...but we'll see. :\
Title: Someone Like You
Rating: M
Genre: Slash, Romance/Angst/Tragedy
Characters: Puck/Finn and Finn/Quinn
Summary: "Don't forget me, I beg. 'I'll remember,' you said…Sometimes it lasts in love, but sometimes it hurts instead."
Warnings: Sex, Slash, Sadness…anything Dramatic Romance Movie Related (lol)
Disclaimer: I don't own jack, simple as that.
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Prologue ~ How it was Before
October 2, 2011
The door to his bedroom crashed open carelessly as he and his tall boyfriend came stumbling though the threshold, fused at the lips with hands roaming everywhere. It had been a long day: Mr. Shue running routines again and again, their Coach doing drills over and over, teachers giving critical eyes, students saying dumbass shit…all the both of them wanted was to be naked and giving into their pent up frustration through hot, hard, and awesome sex. When his legs hit the edge of the bed, he practically ripped his boyfriend's jacket off before pulling back to breathe.
"We only have forty minutes till my Ma gets home," he panted against the hollow of his lovers pale throat, while deft fingers began working on the buttons his shirt.
The pale boy chuckled and ran his fingers down his back, brushing the top of his well-muscled ass, causing him to moan and suckle his lover's earlobe in appreciation, before feeling his own shirt being taken off. He was only happy to oblige as he lifted his arms and gave a dirty smile only to be pushed backwards and fall across the length of the bed. He laughed low in his throat as he felt himself bounce slightly.
"We may have forty minutes, babe, but I can still make you scream," his sexy stud punctuated his words by finishing off his own shirt by simply tossing the undershirt over his head. Now with their chests fully exposed, his boyfriend growled and crawled up the length of his body, making him shiver. Right next to his ear he whispered hotly, "I'm gonna do it too. 'M gonna fuck you right through this mattress, and you're gonna be fucking glad this is your house, cause you aren't gonna be able to get back up tonight."
The darker teen moaned loudly then, so aroused and wanting of it. He wanted everything his love could give to him. "Ah, Finn, please," he whimpered and raised his leg around Finn's hip to bring his larger, hovering form down and in contact with his groin.
"Yeah," Finn smirked, rocking just enough to make him gasp but not enough to give him any real pleasure, "just keep talking like that, and I'll give ya whatever you want, Noah."
They had been secretly dating for months now. Seven, to be exact; but Noah was getting frustrated. He was getting frustrated and fed up with having to ignore the glances Quinn sends his boyfriend, and Rachel's insistent plight to get him back. He feels insecure sixty-five to seventy percent of the time, because what if one day Finn decides that one of the two of them are actually better than him. It wasn't like he had a lot to offer. And after days like the one they just had, the insecurities are extra…well…insecure.
Watching Rachel practically mold herself to Finn's body during the dance. Ugh. He wanted to seriously smack her, than tell her to fuck off, and then possibly smack her again for making him smack her in the first place. I mean, come on, does the word "professionalism" mean absolutely nothing to everyone now?
But he pushes all of the dark thoughts away as they keep going until they're both completely naked and settled into the pillows. Noah is having a hard time keeping the noise level down as Finn's proving just how much he meant his words from before. They're up to three fingers and he just couldn't stand it anymore. The sensations are driving him wild with lust, and yet as soon as he gets close his boyfriend pulls back. At that point he was so far past pride.
"You like that, don't you?" Finn chuckles from between his legs.
"Bastard," he gasps in response, only half meaning it. Finn laughs outright. He glares "Fuck me, Finn! Fuck me, ah…ohhh…damn it!" he moans as the fingers suddenly leave only to be quickly replaced with his lover's large cock.
Finn wastes no time as he begins thrusting – in and out, in and out…the little shred of reality Noah held onto was gone. He wraps his legs around his waist and arches back, panting and whining with each hard slam against his prostate. Completely throwing him into the tide that washes over him whenever he is with Finn. This is what he needed, what they both needed. This is what holds them together: the ability to act upon their insane desire for one another and know that it's the love that's boiling beneath the surface for years. Know that they can only achieve this level of pleasure from each other.
"Oh god, Noah, I love you so damn much," Finn groaned into his ear, Noah's eyes practically roll to the back of his head.
No one had ever loved him so completely like Finn. No one had ever owned him like Finn.
Finn was it for him, he knew it. This was the love that he's heard so many people talk about in storybooks and fairytales. He's found his prince charming. He sits up slightly and gets Finn in a hard, demanding kiss which only causes Finn to thrust into him even faster. Which, of course, only causes him to moan and keen even louder.
As the beginnings of his orgasm start to take over, he pulls back and gasps, "I love you too, Finn! Forever and-AHHHHH!" He screams, grateful no one besides his lover can hear him.
Shortly thereafter, Finn comes as well, deep inside him. Just coating all of his insides, as if marking his property. It makes Noah almost purr in delight, still watching the spots dance behind his eyelids.
"Mmmm," he says intelligently after a few moments of being perfectly still. He hisses at the soreness of his muscles as he beings to drop his legs from the pale teen's waist. "Ohhh, Finn," he groans and lets his body settle comfortably into the safety of the bed and his boyfriend's arms, "Wow."
Finn chuckles and gasps as he carefully pulls out, watching as the Jewish boy winces with the effort. His eyes soften, "I didn't hurt you too much, right?"
Noah seems surprised by the question and quickly shakes his head, "No, not at all, babe." After a moment he grins seductively, "Just enough."
"Just enough what?" Finn smiles back and starts placing loving, tender kisses along the column of his neck and below his ear.
"Just enough pain," Noah sighs, spent, "to remind me, I'm yours."
"Hell fucking yes you are," Finn growls and then places a chaste kiss against his lips. "You belong to me, lover."
Noah's eyes shine in happiness, and he couldn't keep the dopey grin off his face if he tried. He nods, lost for words.
They spend a few minutes snuggling – basking in the afterglow – until Noah lays his head down on his shoulder, pouting. "I don't want you to go."
Finn runs his knuckles up and down the strong arm, "It's only for now, babe."
"But I still don't want you to," he sulks and rubs his head in a little.
"Why?" Finn asks with an amused smirk, looking down at his beautiful face.
"Cause," he replies like it explains everything, "what if you forget me?"
Finn snorts, "I highly doubt I could forget an orgasm like that."
Noah frowns and slaps his stomach (the only piece of exposed skin he could reach) in a huff. "Jerk," he says with a mock glare.
"Okay, okay," Finn laughs pulling him up and looking at him seriously. "I could never forget you, Noah." The darker skinned boy looks down, uncertainty clearly written in his features. Finn observes him, "There's something else, isn't there?"
Noah nods, averting his eyes.
Finn pushes back a wave of nerves. "What is it, sweetheart?"
"I want us to come out to the school."
Finn looks taken aback for all of five seconds, before recovering. "Wait, why? Why would we do that?"
"Because," Noah says with a sigh, settling back on his haunches. "I'm tired of watching Rachel pine after you, and Quinn longingly look at you, and all of the other girls stare after you, and…" he stops to breathe, "And I'm tired of hiding how we feel about each other."
"Noah," Finn lets out a breath and rubs his eyes.
"I'm tired of wanting nothing more than to have your arm around me while we walk down the hallway," he continues, undeterred, "and yet knowing that we're still supposed to hate each other. I'm tired of being worried about you finding someone better than me. Cause I can't do better than you, Finn. You're perfect!" His eyes fill with unshed tears. "You could have anyone, but you chose me. I just want everyone to know that I love you, Finn. I just want everyone to see how much you love me too."
Finn stared into the wet brown orbs that captivated him so long ago. "It isn't a good idea, Noah baby," he tells him gently. A sob rips from the darker teen's chest as he lets the tears begin to fall. "It's not because I'm ashamed of us," he's quick to reassure.
"Of course it is," Noah snaps and falls against the pillow, facing away from his boyfriend.
"NO!" Finn tells him forcefully. "I could never be ashamed of you."
"Then you would…agree to be my boyfriend for real…and not just my fuck buddy," Noah sniffles.
"We're more than that now, love," He says, grasping for straws. "Look, you know I love you; but if we come out to the school…we'd be burnt toast." Finn is trying to make Noah understand, but the other boy stays silent. His shoulders shaking as he quietly sobs.
"Just go, Finn, its fine. Forget I said anything." Noah says, still staring the opposite direction.
Finn sits still for a moment or two, eyes roaming over the defined back lying next to him. He sighs sadly, standing up to collect his clothes.
When he was almost finished and was just tying his shoes, he hears Noah's soft voice waft up. "Don't forget me." He begs quietly, there's a soft sob. "If I can only have this, just…just promise me you won't forget how much I love you."
Finn bites his lip, to keep in his own tears – knowing now he's made a huge mistake that he can never recover from. "I'll remember, Noah. Our love is forever, baby. After high school…" he pauses, watching the unresponsive form on the bed, "after high school, it will be as it should have been before. I promise."
He then turns to leave, and Noah can't stop the flood that comes with the click of the door.
Thank you for reading! Please let me know what you think of it so far.
