Since Ave, Gabe, Brand, and Riven got a feature last year I figured I’d let these two shine this year. While One Shot takes place before Finn and Deac become a couple, they are (spoiler alert) very much in love, your honor. So, please enjoy this little illustration and a story I wrote to accompany it!
FIRST VALENTINE’S DAY
Finn trudged down the long hallway toward Deac’s apartment, gym bag slung over his shoulder. It had been a slow day at the firehouse and a boring evening at the gym and he was eager to see Deac.
“Hey, handsome.” Deac smiled as Finn walked in, “how was your day?”
“It was shit.” Finn huffed, then he stopped and examined Deac closer.
Deac was freshly showered, and he had put on that cologne Finn liked.
“…You going out?” Finn asked, doubtfully eying the old sweats casually hanging off Deac’s hips. Deac wasn’t wearing underwear and Finn’s eyes lingered.
“Nope!” Deac smiled. “Go shower, I’ve got a surprise for you.”
Finn’s eyes narrowed, “A surprise?”
Deac rolled his eyes, but his smile didn’t waver.
Finn knew better than to argue, he shrugged and headed to the bathroom.
Finn was halfway through his shower, his mind running through possibilities, when he felt his stomach drop.
It was February 14th. Fucking Valentine’s Day. Not just that, it was his and Deac’s first Valentine’s Day since they became… a thing.
“Fucking hell, O’Connell!” He punched the tile wall of the shower, “You forgot, you dumbass!”
He didn’t have flowers, candies… any sort of gift at all. He didn’t even say anything when he walked through the fucking door.
Finn sighed in defeat as he turned off the water. Maybe he could offer himself as a gift? That would be kind of sexy, wouldn’t it? He smiled a little at the idea… then frowned. Was that enough? He thought Deac would like that… but it was their first Valentine’s Day together.
He stared at his reflection in the mirror as he wrapped a towel around his waist.
“No good brooding,” he muttered, “you already fucked it up.”
He was still trying to come up with a solid apology as he stepped out of the bathroom into the bedroom but every word in his head fell away immediately when he saw Deacon.
Deac had put deep red, silk sheets on the bed and was lounging, naked, on them.
Finn opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
“Hello.” Deac purred, rolling onto his stomach. “Come here.” Deac hooked his finger at Finn and winked.
Finn stumbled forward, the towel dropping from his waist as he hurried toward the bed. He was just about to climb on when Deac shook his head.
Finn froze, a sense of genuine panic creeping up the back of his neck.
“For you!” Deac produced a small, wrapped package from under the sheets and thrust it into Finn’s hands.
Finn felt a sour twang of guilt in his stomach. “Deac…” he began.
“Open it!” Deac grinned.
Finn clenched his jaw and unwrapped the small package.
“Umm…” he pulled a small, pink, glittery thong from the wrapping. “…Is this… for you…?” He asked delicately.
“Oh definitely!” Deac’s grin turned mischievous “Put ‘em on for me.”
“Wha—?”
“Be a good boy… and put those on for me.” Deac grinned wider, casually swinging his legs in the air.
Finn was thrown for the briefest second… Then he felt a thrill shiver through his body. Deac never got assertive like this. He quickly pulled the thong on, barely managing to contain himself in the thin, glittering fabric.
Deac smiled hungrily, and Finn thought the fabric might rip from the response in his cock.
“Turn around for me.” Deac cooed, twirling a finger in the air.
Finn smirked, holding his arms out presentationally and flexing his stomach, he spun in a slow circle.
“Perfect. Now sit on the bed.” Deac nodded.
Finn swallowed and did as he was told.
In a fluid, sensual movement, Deac climbed onto Finn’s lap and wrapped his arms around him.
“Happy Valentine’s Day, Finn O’Connell.” Deac purred into his ear.
Finn groaned hungrily, despite himself. “I didn’t get you anything…” he admitted, “Sorry…”
“I didn’t expect you to,” Deac laughed, gently grinding his hips into Finn.
“But you got me something.” Finn frowned.
Deac laughed again, “oh, the thong was for me…” he kissed Finn’s cheek. “But I’m for you.”
Finn grinned widely, feeling like the luckiest man in the world, “Happy Valentine’s Day, puppy…”