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Sometimes the only place that feels safe is that bar in the Candy Kingdom. Maybe 'safe' isn't the right word, but it's the only place that Simon could get a drink and drown his sorrows away, even for just a little bit.
Even though the world was too different and colorful now with strangers he couldn't relate to, all too silly and whimsical for him, once he slams a couple of cocktails he can drift away with the best of them.
When he was drunk, slightly out of his right mind and laughing with these candy creatures, it was almost like he was the Ice King again. Almost. Almost.
Not really.
But it was a distraction for a short few hours, until the bar slowly cleared out and the evening turned into the dead of night. Then he was left sitting at the bar hunched over, ordering another drink. Certain that he was an idiot for enjoying the company of the patrons that had all left except one or two asleep in the booths.
"More please. No olives or onions this time." He wasn't feeling hungry anymore. He wanted stronger liquor, but he guess it was hard to come by when everything was made out of sugar.
The glass slides his way as the small bartender climbs up and tallys another mark on his tab. At least one thing of Ice King's was still here. A way to get more drinks without carrying gold coins or treasure or whatever the currency was now.
He stares down into the warm, iceless glass. Maybe this one would be merciful enough to knock him out and finally put him to sleep.
The bell on the doors chimes.
"Yo Simon!" He heard a familiar voice call for him as he lifted his head to look.
Finn Mertens. He was a strapping young adult as he knew him now, hardened from his insane adventures with an incredible outlook on life. His personality was one he had never encountered before, shaped by experiences no human from his time could dream of experiencing. Almost frightening in his fearlessness.
Simon could only recall vague feverish memories of the child Ice King knew. The idea of a teenager, fresh and free in this world, a future ahead of him and the object of constant praise and admiration. The hero of the story. Someone that made a delusional old man seethe with jealousy at the very bottom of his soul.
Of course now, with his senses back, the thought was ridiculous. Only in madness could he be jealous of the attention Finn had gotten for being an ambitious child. Loved by everyone the way a helpful boy scout was admired. Simply endearing for his youth. Simon had already passed his youth a thousand years ago before he lost his mind. But Ice King couldn't analyze that far ahead it seemed.
It was hard to imagine Finn was once a noodle armed boy running around haphazardly. Especially when he was faced with the open shirt, wide chested blonde who spoke in a soft voice and stroked a handsome beard. No doubt attractive in every traditional sense. Clearly the princesses of this world would be all over him now more than ever if they had any real romance interest, just proving Ice King's jealousy wrong again.
He puts these thoughts at the back of his mind, reminding himself that at least a handful of people who knew his history didn't hold his insane behavior against him.
As Finn approaches the bar and takes a seat at the stool directly next to him, Simon only gives a sad, amused laugh.
"Please don't take me on another excursion I'm-" He covers his face and turns his head away, holding a burp in his mouth. "-I'm far too drunk for that."
Finn laughs cheerfully, "I wasn't planning on it this late at night! You do know what time it is, right?" He teases, making Simon feel a little embarrassed.
"I haven't looked outside since I came in here." He admits, pinching his brows and raising his glass to quickly down the rest of his alcohol. The spinning it caused in his head and vision was comforting.
"Well I'm going to follow your lead since I'm here, a mug for me too! And you can put it on Simon's tab." He grins wide as he elbows the skinny older man with his steel arm.
"Hey I need that tab, don't max it out." He answers when Finn manages to get a chuckle out of him, fighting to not fall off of his stool from his strength.
The blonde downs his pint almost instantly and puts his glass down with a big sigh, waving a hand to order another one. "By the way! Let me tell you about this dungeon I found! I think you'll really get a kick out of this. It had everything, cool new monsters and puzzles. Lots of stuff that would totally clear your head."
Simon can't help but nod and smile, feeling a little bit better in Finn's company. It was strange to have someone he really couldn't remember be so kind and friendly to him. He talked to him like they were close. Ice King seemed to have a fair number of friends and fans despite the awful stories that he heard.
He had also heard stories of Finn and Jake's escapades very quickly. Everywhere you went there was some chatter of them helping people or saving the day. Leaving their mark in the land or in history. Whether it was for fighting colossal villains or solving long cold cases, everyone seems to know their name. To think a heroic, busy person like this still made time to try to cheer Simon up? Well… it caused a soft spot in his heart that shouldn't be there.
"Good stuff." Finn concludes as Simon loses track of how many pints he ordered. They continue to chit chat for a while, and a small smile on his face starts to feel natural.
"Just excuse me a second." Simon says as he tries to get to his feet and almost trips on his way to the bathroom. Finn jumps up to catch him.
"Whoa! You might have had one too many, I'll get you there buddy." Finn offers standing tall next to him and holds Simon's hand as he opens the latrine for him. Four empty stalls and two sinks waiting for them.
"Ah man, I didn't realize how off balance I was- Guess I was sitting too long. Thanks." Simon mumbles and manages to get himself into a stall and lock it. Of course Finn is understanding, as always. He can hear him waiting for him, whistling into the mirror above the sinks. No doubt wanting to make sure the older man made it out okay.
He takes a leak and Simon feels a little bit better getting some of it out of his system. He still felt dizzy and pleasant, but he could walk somewhat straighter. Flushing and making his way out of the stall to the spare sink. He turns the faucet on to watch amber colored water drain out. Sigh, it would have to do.
He glances up at Finn. He was gently fixing his beard, pulling out and retying the bundle he kept it in. Simon couldn't help but admire him for a moment. Tall and broad, strong and optimistic. His hair was a soft gold that seemed to shine when it caught the dim ceiling light over head. Mostly that kind look in his eyes, his scarred cheeks tinted with a pink hue from drinking with him and humming. He seemed at peace with himself. Finn wasn't perfect, but jeez if he didn't come close. He really was someone everyone could turn to, so honorable, so lucky to have known him. So willing to move forward even after everything they've been through. Simon wished he had the same determination.
Finn notices him looking and turns to face eachother, smiling. Such a charming, empathic smile. He felt cared about under his gaze.
"Simon, I've been thinking." The blonde stands beside him as he dries his hands. The ceiling seems short in Finn's huge presence.
"Hm?" The older man hums.
"Do you wanna go home together? You seem like maybe you're… I don't know… pent up? I can fix that."
"Huh?" Simon pauses, a brow raised. Not quite getting what he was putting down.
A silent hiccup makes Finn's chest bounce and he tries again, holding up his hands to illustrate. "We can leave and bang? Might make you feel better." A finger entering a circle he made with his metal hand.
Simon shakes his head with a hard blink and scoff. No, his mind must have wandered off. "I- didn't hear you right. Sex? Are you talking about Sex?" His cheeks burn, having never wanted to mention the word here but he had to be absolutely clear.
To his horror Finn nods, "Well yeah."
"How drunk are you!?" He says slightly panicked. The question stirring a nervous uptick in his pulse and a humiliating twitch somewhere else.
The young man scratches his head over his hat, not sure what one has to do with the other. "I'm not that drunk. A little buzzed maybe. Why, what's wrong?"
Simon can feel all the blood in his body shifting, most of it traveling to his face where mixed with the alcohol his head might threaten to explode. "I gotta go-"
The smaller man tries to rush past him but Finn puts his arm out, blocking the door and moving in front of him. "Whoa, wait don't go running off, you're still really wobbly." Finn's voice was only sweet with concern as he touched his friend's shoulder but Simon shys away.
"Finn- I don't… Are you really suggesting that? Between us? Or have I finally drank myself stupid?" Stumbling back through slurred words, his thighs hit the radiator mounted against the wall. He flinches when the blonde's thick arms thump against the walls either side of him. Boxed in by his large frame.
He's scared suddenly. Holding his hands together in a feeble way next to his chest, thin slender arms that didn't hold a candle to the other human's physique, shaking. Afraid to look up because when he did the bigger man was hovering over him. Their faces are too close for comfort.
"Come on Simon… I know how you feel. We've both lost the most important people in our lives. Maybe together we can… ease that pain. Just a little." Finn says without missing a beat, really finding nothing wrong or awkward about the situation he's put them in. His confidence overwhelmingly bright in the small, dim, pink candy bathroom.
Simon's eyes widened as he stared horrified and emotionally touched by his reasoning. He angles away, bringing his own hand up to cover his mouth and muffling his already hushed voice.
"I… I'm not the friend you once had. I'm pretty much a stranger to you. To everyone. Even if you do know this pain, I can't console you like the Ice King might have." He pinches his eyes shut, tears slipping down his cheeks at his extremely low threshold for sadness as he thought about how messed up his life was. Being reminded that what he said about lost loved ones was true.
"What- No, no I would never do this with Ice King. He was annoying and selfish and couldn't understand that anything was bigger than himself. That's not you. You're my friend and… I know you're hurting. The kind of hurt that needs someone." Finn's smile is a little sloppy from his drinking, but genuine nonetheless. Pulling his hand from his hiding face.
Simon looks at him, into those earnest eyes and inviting expression. He feels something he hasn't in a long time. Warm but also confused and sad. Mostly unsure. Wishing he could think straight instead of very woozy and willing.
"I don't know what to say." His voice small and lost.
"Say… yes?" Finn prompts.
Completely bewildered, Simon grasps for straws in his mind. Having no idea what to do in this situation, never expecting a problem so simple to arise among so many complicated ones. After so much hardship, it was strange to be presented with something that could have happened a thousand years ago. Familiar. Human needs haven't changed.
He's left with only an urge in his core, so he nods. Closing his eyes and soon after he feels the younger adult connect his lips with him. His hair tickles and his mouth moves more skillfully than he would have expected. A relieved sigh leaves him involuntarily. On a primal level… his basic human social need to be loved and held… This felt amazing.
He feels Finn's organic hand touch his face. Big and warm, a calloused thumb wiping his tears away as they tilted their heads and made their kisses more fervorous. His smaller hands running up his chest and clenching two needy fists in his open shirt.
The blonde was far more eager than the chaste older man. So when he showed an inch of enthusiasm, Finn went the mile. Pressing into his slender body and advancing into sloppier, more heated kisses. His tongue slipped over his teeth and he moaned back in pleasure feeling just as delighted as him. His fingers left his cheek with their gentle caresses and instead shimmied over Simon's clothes. Squeezing seemingly random parts of him roughly, as if just feeling him was doing something for the young man.
"Wait- hgn-" He gasps as their mouths part and he's given the chance to breathe, Finn's grope still persistent along his side. "Do you… know what you're doing?" It dawns on him.
"Ummm no. Not really." Finn says casually, "I don't have much experience with dating other humans. But what makes me feel good should work for you right?"
Simon swallows, having just experienced the hero's terrifying version of camping that did little to lift his spirits. Who knows what kind of stuff Finn found arousing, he had witnessed the man get sliced by a wild beast without even blinking an eye for fucks sake.
Despite his face being on fire, he quickly grabs his wrist with concern. "Ahem, let me… show you what I like. I never took an interest in this sort of stuff when I was your age but um. I'm familiar with how humans should… court each other, so to speak."
Simon couldn't believe the words leaving his mouth. This wasn't right, he shouldn't be entertaining this! He had to get back home or to Betty or find some other loophole in this absurd reality he lived in! Burying himself in research and tests, relying on his workaholic tendencies like he always has! Not flirting with the now grown child he had tormented while insane.
But with so much sickeningly sweet liquor sloshing in his brain and the way Finn looked at him with so much intrigue when their eyes met, he had to stay. Listening to his skin that ached for a real human connection for once in his pathetic, wasted life.
His heart was pounding against his ribs as his hands did things on their own, fitting his palm against the back of Finn's good hand as he guided him to rub him over his pants. His breath instantly hitches. "When you touch someone intimately you should be gentle with them like this…Ah." Simon leaned back against the wall heavily, sliding down as his shoulders went slack. Only thing keeping him up on his feet was his ass barely getting hooked on the radiator under him.
"Oh." Was Finn's husky reply. Fondling his package pretty much intuitively when he allowed him to go there.
Simon's sight went bleary as he rolled his head back, clonking it on the firm hard candy tiles. Fuck, this shouldn't feel this good. So much stress, anxiety and depression all bundled up in his abused mortal body. An endless catastrophe of trouble piled on his mind. It all eased a little as the blonde held him with so much confidence. A part of him begged to throw himself into his arms and let Finn save him from this hell.
Simon's expression gathered a pained, wobbly frown as a particularly pleasant surge shot up his loins to the rest of his body and it forced out a sort of sigh groan.
"Hey, are you okay?" The hero's gentle tone asks.
The older man tries blinking his eyes open again, just able to make out the blonde's concerned face over his glasses. "Finn…" Simon starts with a ragged breath, "I-I'm sorry, I should have refused but… this feels so good right now."
The way Simon looks up with that needy, hurt voice directed at him makes an intense blush crawl across Finn's face. There was something strangely familiar about his slight stature with the shy and helpless body language. A glimmer of hope in the older man's eyes that the hero might be able to save him. It was similar to so many people he had developed crushes on in the past. A new kind of princess in distress.
"It's okay, pf please, you don't have to apologize to me. I wanted to do this." Finn says with a slight laugh but then bites his lip growing more serious, " You're going to be okay."
Simon's expression really breaks at that, a shaky hand slips under his glasses to hold his wet face. A sob and a hiccup bubble out of him. "I feel so horrible, it really doesn't seem like it. My world is getting dark and hopeless. If you can help me forget for just a little while then please… keep going."
Finn's heart practically breaks at his friend's tearful plea. He takes his hand away and puts it under his rear without hesitation. His metal arm on the wall for support as he lifted him off the ground and connected their groins.
Simon gasps and flies his arms up to hug around the blonde's neck, soft hair getting tangled in his fingers. Face wide eyed and heated as his own peppered hair stuck to tacky, sweaty sections of his forehead.
"Listen. I'm here. I'll help whatever way I can." Finn's voice had climbed down to a careful whisper, so close to the other's ear that it tickled. "I'll take care of you."
Simon buried his face in Finn's shoulder with a distraught, moaning cry. He probably meant that he'll take care of all the grinding as he felt Finn's firm grip and bigger shape press against him. But in the moment with his foggy mind and moonshine hiccups, he wanted to believe it was a promise that Finn would take care of him forever. All his previous purpose in life had been stripped away, leaving him a shell of a person. All he wanted now was to be whisked away from it all, and the hero felt like the perfect escape.
His world was going dizzy with each pass of their growing erections, one firm slide along another. Finn was being so gentle now, like he would break Simon if he rutted against him too hard. He was probably right. The blonde took the little he showed him and now returned it in his own way, the meticulous build up really giving the older man a clear image of everything that was happening. His slender legs slung around Finn's hips, the outline of his cock slotting into the gutters of his groin, slow and hard, pushing less and less restrained noises from Simon as he eventually got quicker. His breaths deepened taking the smell of his peculiar musk and shampoo into his system, stiff fingers balled into his hair treasuring the luxurious locks. When he focused really hard, he could hear Finn's breath pick up slightly in his ear. A bolt of pleasure stings him realizing they were both getting off to this. This strong, handsome man saw something in him that wasn't disgusting and disappointing.
" Ohh Finn- " He croaks out in a strained voice, barely audible between the shamble of groans.
"Shh shh, it's okay. You don't have to say anything. I'm not going anywhere. Just enjoy yourself." He feels a frantic nod into the side of his neck and Finn develops a bloom of heat in his chest being needed so desperately. He never thought he would get this close to Simon- get close to Ice King- but all felt right in this context.
He needed him, now more than ever. As one human to another. Hardness growing between them and it felt good. Finn might offer to do this with him everyday if he wanted to.
Simon's shaking terribly when his moans change into a slightly higher, more embarrassing pitch. "I'm close…" He says lowly to himself, making him tug on the blonde's shirt to stop. "Wait- I want to do more."
"More? You mean um…" Finn's voice traits off and Simon reaches an arm over to get a pump from the soap dispenser. As he remembered, it's syrupy. Every liquid in the candy kingdom was made from the same slick, sweet juice that ran through the city.
"This is getting rough. We'll put this on as lube and- and…" He gulps hard, lust overcoming integrity. "You could slip into me."
"What??" Finn raises his eyebrows as his whole face goes pink. He knew somewhat about this from talks and experiences. But Simon was a guy like him, where was he gonna–
"Don't- make me explain right now. If you still want to do this just trust me that it'll be fine, okay?" Simon assures and Finn takes a moment before agreeing. "Take my pants off."
Finn fumbles to take Simon's slacks and underwear off without dropping him but he manages. He watches so curiously that Simon feels his entire body blush, his eyes might as well be poking his leaking hard-on and tight little anus. "Now take your ding dong out and coat it with soap too…" He directs, desperate to get Finn's gaze off him while he slips his lubed hand down to finger himself. Ohh, this was probably a bad idea, he'd never done this before and when he uses his fingers to stretch himself out it stings a bit. Making him bite his lip, hoping this would all be worth it.
He shifts his attention back to Finn, strong enough to hold up Simon's full weight with one arm as he fishes out his penis from a valley of short blonde hair. His cock was plump and thick, proportional to his body, which was to say bigger than Simon's. His mouth gets wetter seeing it, he can't look away as the hero's hand runs over its length with a palmful of their improvised lube. It squishes satisfyingly under his fingers and glistens with the shiny oil like a delicious sausage about to be fried. Simon rolls his eyes back as his fingers dive deeper and he imagines what it would feel like. Luckily he didn't have to wait long to find out.
"Will it fit?" He hears Finn ask innocently.
Without thinking Simon replies, "Yes. Here- Go slow and careful at first. Easy…"
He stretches his hole open with a few fingers and Finn guides himself in. It's slick, Simon whimpering now and again and begging the blonde to control himself compared to his usual hog wild attitude. Finn complied, far too quiet and focused as the other man's inner wall held him snuggly.
Finn's eyes light up with surprise once he's pushed into him almost to the hilt, "Whoa this- this is- You're-" He can't gather the words and instead pulls his hips back so he can press into the man with his full length, sandwiching him tightly between his body and the wall. He groans, "What the hell, Simon…"
The question is overshadowed by panicked little huffs that leave the smaller man as he claws at his back. His firm, fat cock feeling like a solid mass in him. " Ha! Ha! Holy shit-! Finn-! " He begs, as tense as ever.
"You have to relax, dude. Easy remember? Nice and easy…" Finn coaches as he shivers and burns in his grip, picking Simon's hips up again and letting them slowly sink onto his dick. Impaling his ribbed hole on his soft flesh once more.
"Easy… Easy…!" Simon hissed with effort as he tried with all his might to adjust. Chanting his mantra with him. If he felt small in comparison to Finn before, he was sorely mistaken. Being held in his arms, legs clenched around his waist as he struggled to fit his second sword inside him- it created a whooole new sense of scale. "I think- you can move now, if you want to…" Simon tells him out of breath.
"If I want to?" Finn says with a smirk, his hands pressed to Simon's back so he could hold him closer. Burying his face in his shoulder and licks his neck like a sweet, protective dog would. "I don't think I'll want to stop. Not when you feel like this."
Simon gasped at the attention and the seductive voice that sent chills up his spine. With that he was completely melted and useless in Finn's arms, only mindless groans and shouts when his pelvis pumped into him at a steady pace. Gentle turned into punishing when he felt him widen more and more, singing moans to accompany the hero's wild animalistic grunts.
Each staggered bang into him hit the back of his guts and his prostate spasmed, "Ah- Ah- Hn- Ah-!" Simon's slender cock was hard and red, bouncing and slapping against their tummies as it leaked. His eyes totally lost in a far off pleasure, finally finding relief from the daily slog.
"You sound so pretty like this…" Finn says so low and husky that it was as if he was in a trance. "And you feel really good." Simon couldn't take it, the compliments pushing him over the edge and exploding into their laps with a devastated cry. Raising his hips in synced thrusts, feeling all the tension in his body leave him at once. His high was blinding, when was the last time he felt like that. Or let himself feel like that? Purely lust driven and seeking relief? Probably never.
Finn decreased his pace, the slow thrusts scraping his cock against sensitive insides so he could feel every bump and vein pressing into him. Milking sad, sweaty little Simon for every last drop until his balls squeezed up painfully with a quiver of his spent dick.
"That's it, feels nice right? Let it all out." Finn hums, licking his lips as he felt his own needs flare but made sure Simon was satisfied before he focused on himself. "This was a good idea, I'm… really going to enjoy this." He groans as he shifted to hold the smaller man under both thighs and takes a step back so he could angle himself even deeper. Simon's shoulders pressed firmly to the wall to keep him in place as his hands clawed at the tile below him. He could feel Finn's cock twitch restlessly as he resumed thrusting into him. His face heated, pinching into a heavenly expression as he stopped holding himself back. "Unngh, Simon…"
"Oh fuck-!" He cries out as extra pleasure hit him in ruthless waves as the blonde chases his own climax. He shouldn't be surprised that Finn had more stamina, more endurance, more everything! Everything to make him felt like he was truly being taken care of, pleasing him with every slap of skin over and over. No matter how weak his arms got and how he faded in and out, Finn would never drop him or let him go.
The blonde's hips fell into a rhythm again. Simon's ass well adjusted to his size but still gripped him with tight muscles whenever he made him feel especially good. It was building again, up and up and up. Warmer, closer to a sensation that made everything worth it. He peeks his eyes open to take a look down his nose at Finn and it's just as hot as knew it would be. Utterly focused and dedicated to him and his body like it was more rewarding than any dungeon. Mouth open as he sucked in oxygen between pleased groans of effort and eyelids drooping lazily in bliss. He catches the older man's gaze and his lips curl into a grin. "I'm close, make room." Finn warns.
Next stuttering thrust, Finn squeezed Simon's hips and slams his dick all the way to the base, pressed hard against him with a force that moved him a couple of inches up the wall. A growl ripping from his throat as a hefty load of cum was injected into him in spurts, the hero's thighs shaking as he filled him with one pump after another.
"Ahh-! Ah! O-Oh my, s-so…hot." Simon says with a full body shiver as he braces himself. He had to pant, feeling stuffed and warm like he had just eaten a whole dinner by himself. Certainly not what he expected to learn the feeling of this evening, but as his head cleared up and body relaxed, he didn't regret it.
Finn slowly slides Simon off the wall and gives him a kiss from his hazy afterglow wonderland. He returns it, living in the moment for as long as possible.
The two's noises mingle in the small room, moonlight from a high window threatening to fall faster as the night would soon turn into early morning. Finn breaks the sound of huffs with words first.
"Phew! That was math. Nice to know it works that way too." He gently lifts Simon off his deflating dick and the older man whimpers. Leaning on the radiator with a hand between his legs feeling ridiculously empty now. He just continues to gulp down air. Body feeling tingly all over.
"So," The blonde fixes himself, shoving his penis back in his shorts and wipes the other's cum off him. "Do you feel better?" Finn asks with hopeful, kind eyes.
Simon holds his head, still slightly shocked and recovering from such intense feelings. His face softens when he sees the younger man's shiny, life filled expression.
"Um… Yes, a little." He smiles back at Finn shily.
"Great, cause I loved that. Maybe we can do it again sometime." He beams optimistically, "Can you walk?"
"I um-" Simon fixes his skewed glasses only to realize his hands and thighs were covered with a sticky mess of cum and syrup. "I-I think so but not like this."
"I'll help clean you up." Finn offers in the same tone he would helping an old lady across the street. Turning on the sink and gathering Simon's dry pants from the floor. It makes him smile. He's never lost that caring determination of his huh?
Maybe Finn really was his hero tonight.
"Thanks."