Will/Finn(umm...Fill? Winn?) Angry!Sex and Cuddle fluff
Because the last episode was gayer than a foursome with Kadam and Brittana...And there was sexual tension in those songs...(I mean, come on boys, love songs? Really?) This happened. And it's very angsty. Like, Love The Way You Lie angsty.
Finn gasped at his back hit the wall. His eyes fell shut as the older man's lips attached to his neck, biting fiercely at the skin there as his hands moved to Finn's shirt, ripping the buttons off.
"W-when they said to fix the feud..." Finn broke off with a moan. "I-I don't think they meant like this..."
"Shut up Finn." Will growled. "You kissed Emma."
"You left her in charge of the wedding." Finn countered, connecting their lips in a harsh clash. His tongue pushed into Will's mouth, narrowly escaping being bit before he continued. "You left your OCD 'fiancé' in charge of a fucking wedding that wasn't going to happen anyway."
"Wanna bet it wasn't going to happen?" Will slammed him against the wall again. "Do you think I would just leave her, for you?"
Finn flinched as his back hit the wall again. He was half expecting Will to just stop and punch him, but the punch never came. A kiss, more gentler this time, was pressed to his neck instead as they both finished getting undressed. This was his escape, and his prison. His relief, and his guilt. He thought ruefully back to the days when he bullied Kurt for being gay, called his own step-brother a fag...yet here he was, he was the fag now.
The bed was a welcomed relief to his abused back. The languid kisses lulling him into security, leaving him unprepared for the harsh stab of fingers. When had Will found time to grab the lube? Finn hissed as Will moved quickly, his mouth moving down to mark Finn's neck.
"I'd never leave her for you. You just need a lesson taught to you, like you always did." Will whispered in his ear, making Finn shiver. He added another two fingers to the first one, moving quickly and giving Finn no time to adjust. It wasn't about comfort or Finn's pleasure tonight. It was about tearing him down, and Finn knew that.
Just a few quick thrusts of Will's fingers, and they were withdrawn. Finn tensed, though he knew it would make it worse, and waited. He heard the condom wrapper being ripped open and his back tensed more as he tried to relax. The strained gasp that left him as Will pushed inside him was the only noise in the room. He felt like he was on fire, the pain was too much...but it was not enough at the same time.
He knew Will felt nothing for him, knew that he was supposed to like Rachel. But he couldn't help it.
"Whore." Will growled, thrusting into him. His hips snapped, giving Finn no time to recover. "Just a slut, can't do anything right."
The words stung and Finn turned his head to the side, shutting his eyes tightly against the tears. He listened to the headboard hitting the wall of the cheap motel room they were in. Will wouldn't meet Finn at his own house, and there was no way in hell Finn would risk Burt and his mom finding out about this.
Finn barley understood what 'this' was anyway. It only started after he graduated, and again when he came back from the army, but Will had given him these...looks before, back when he was just a teacher and Finn was just another student.
'He was just waiting...' Finn thought, flinching as Will thrust particularly hard into him. 'Why though?'
"If I ever, see you near her again...I'll kill you." Will's hips grew still, and Finn finally relaxed as he pulled out.
And then, the shame kicked in fully. For Finn, it was being used like this. Letting this all happen. But he felt like he deserved it at the same time.
For Will, it was different. He took off the condom, tossing it away before lying down next to Finn. "Hey..." He pulled Finn closer as the younger turned on his side away from Will. "Finn, it's alright." Will pressed a light kiss to the back of Finn's neck.
Finn sighed and relaxed further into the embrace. Just as it was before; Will was rough before and during sex, then apologetic about it after. The only time it was ever gentle and, Finn couldn't think of any other word for it, loving, was the first time. There wasn't anything he could do about it though.
Or so he first thought. Will's words in the auditorium rang through his ears. 'It's not like you have a teaching degree, or, a single college credit.'
"I'm going to New York." He blurted out. Maybe it wasn't the smartest move, he figured it wasn't as Will tensed again. "I'm going to NYU."
He could get away from Will. He could get help, hell, he'd go to Kurt for help. It would be humiliating, telling his younger brother what happened, but it would be a start. A start to healing, and a start to getting Will his own help.
Because no matter how much Will hurt him, and no matter how much Finn told himself to love Rachel, it just wasn't right. He fell hard for the other man, maybe that's why he kissed Emma. Maybe it had nothing to do with calming her down, but it was his own selfish reasons. Either way, he wasn't going to get in the way anymore, no matter what his feelings.
He would leave, if Will would stop glaring at him with cold, hard eyes.
He would leave, but a feeling of dread told him it wouldn't be the way he wanted to go.