"Mm, Finn..."
Whoa. That was a weird way to be woken up. Finn's eyes shot open and he stopped breathing for a moment.
"Ah..."
Finn gulped, his eyes widening even further, his gaze shifting across the blank wall. He could feel a radiating fear streaking down his spine. In his cheeks a pulsing warmth. Kurt was moaning his name from across the very small space that they shared. He dared not move or Kurt would know he was awake. Or wait. Finn scrunched his eyes tight in thought, is Kurt awake? Maybe he was dreaming...
"Mmm, god." Kurt bit his lip through another groan and shifted his legs under his blanket.
Fuck. Kurt wasn't asleep. Finn could hear the very deliberate movements of Kurt... touching himself, and he wanted nothing more then to just bury his face in his pillow and die. He shouldn't have to deal with this. He thought Kurt didn't like him anymore.
Kurt's breathing hitched, and he was practically humming out each fast paced exhale, the brushing of his hand against the mahogany IKEA sheets moving ever quicker. Finn was dying. His back was covered in sweat, the warmth in his cheeks overbearing, his joints creaky, wanting to badly to move.
He wasn't sure why he hadn't seen this coming. I mean, all guys masturbate, right? He just had some difficulty ever, EVER thinking Kurt did. And maybe that was homophobic... or maybe that was just wishful thinking. I mean he's like... girly right? And he's little and innocent and he's got a really high pitched voice. But... that doesn't mean Rachel doesn't masturbate. And she's, like ultimate girly. Finn doesn't know but he always had trouble picturing Kurt with a dick. Now that was homophobic.
"Ohhh."
Or was it?
He couldn't bear to hear Kurt climax. That was too much. It would be something that would stick with him forever. So in a last ditch effort, he flipped his whole body around pressing his head into the bed and shoved his pillow against his ears. A muffled grown cut his ears through the pillow, and he cringed, trying to curl into a tight ball of anguish and misery. He'd never be able to forget this moment. Kurt slid from his bed and padded over to the bathroom where Finn could here the faucet turn on. He rolled over, placing the pillow back under his head, and stared at the ceiling. Kurt coughed, turned off the sink and rolled back into bed, a soft, smiling sigh falling from his mouth. Finn would never forget this moment. Never ever.
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