DISCLAIMER: I neither own Glee nor the characters. They are the property of Ryan Murphy and FOX. This is purely for fun. Enjoy :)

A/N: This is a new idea I came up with a few days ago. I had been working on another story before last week, but scrapped it. This idea feels a lot more organic. Let's see what happens.

**CITRUS ALERT** My favorite kind of alert; you'll be seeing this a lot throughout the story. This will even beat Just Friends for smuttiest story with the amount of sex I'm going to write about.

Touch Me

Chapter One: Frustrations

His pulse was racing. He felt like he was running a marathon; his breathing was heavy and a light sweat had broken out on his forehead. His mind was a fog of hazy images, fueling the electric heat that coursed through his veins.

"Rachel. . ." Finn moaned his girlfriend's name in the empty room, wishing it was her hand that was wrapped around him and stroking him to completion. He wished the sight of her naked flesh wasn't an illusion, but the real thing. He threw his head back and moaned even louder at the image of her touching him, and his body seized into an orgasm that almost made him fall off of his computer chair. He groaned. He'd finished way too early, again.

He let his head fall forward onto the desk with a thud. It had hurt, but he was still shaking from the aftershocks of his activities, and his mind was moving a mile a minute. This had been the third time that day that he'd jerked off and it wasn't really helping. No matter what he tried he couldn't get Rachel out of his mind. They'd been dating for a few week's now, and they hadn't gotten passed heavy making out. But to Finn that had been more than fine. He had been happy that they were even together at all, let alone getting to touch her boobs sometimes. And she totally used tongue when they made out. But for the past few days, it'd felt like his hormones were turning him into a crazy Tiger Woods-like sex-freak. He wanted Rachel all the time, and they hadn't even done anything remotely sexy yet. He didn't want to push her until she was ready, but the more time he spent with her, the more he'd wanted sex. He couldn't control his emotions and it was driving him crazy.

He went into his bathroom and hopped into the shower. His imagination had been on overdrive recently. He hadn't even seen Rachel naked yet, but he'd watched enough porn in the past to know what a naked girl looked like. That was all he needed to get started, he just imagined Rachel's face instead of Jenna Jameson's.

It was starting to get harder and harder to control himself around her. It was like the first time they'd kissed all over again, except now it was happening every time she touched him. He was more than embarrassed and it was starting to interfere with their limited alone time. He'd actually started to avoid her; he could barely hug her without getting a boner these past few days. He didn't know how to talk to her about any of this, so he'd been dealing with his own frustrations instead.

It sucked balls.

He knew he had to talk to Rachel about this. They were dating now, and they had promised to always be honest with each other. She had also been pretty open about sex and stuff from her stint in the celibacy club. Maybe she'd understand?

Or maybe she would run away screaming if she knew how much of a horny freak he was. He didn't want her to think he was one of those guys who only wanted sex all of the time. He truly, deeply cared about her. He just couldn't get her out of his head.

He was starting to scare himself with how much he thought about sex. He'd been having intense dreams that put his past wet dreams to shame. He'd dreamed of Rachel in a million different sexual scenarios and he always woke up needing a cold shower and a change of sheets. When they were together it felt like his eyes were glued to either her breasts, her legs, or her ass. She always managed to turn him on without even doing anything sexual, especially when they danced in glee club. Sometimes he would get so entranced by her dancing that he would forget his own choreography and set the group back. No matter what he tried, he couldn't control his body's reaction.

He stood under the water and let the heat of the shower soothe the tense muscles throughout his body. He was buzzing with unreleased sexual energy and he ached to see his girlfriend. She needed to know what was going on with him. This wasn't healthy. He was freaking himself out.

But the simple thought of his girlfriend and talking to her about sex turned him on again, and he didn't know whether to groan in frustration or pleasure when he worked himself up into another dizzying orgasm. How would he be able to have a conversation with her about sex if he couldn't even think about having the conversation without losing control?

Her pulse was racing. It felt like she was running a marathon; her breathing was heavy and a light sweat had broken out on her forehead. She wiped it away and stepped off her elliptical. It felt good to work out her frustrations in a healthy and productive manner.

As she headed for the shower, she looked over at her phone to see if she'd had any missed calls. She frowned when she realized her boyfriend hadn't called her yet. She tried to call him and he didn't pick up. She hopped into her shower and thought about Finn while she lathered her hair in shampoo.

Something had been off with Finn over the past few days. She couldn't put her finger on it, but something had been wrong with him. The first few weeks that they'd been together, life had been blissful. Then he suddenly started acting weird around her. She'd thought she was being paranoid at first, but now she was almost positive that he'd been avoiding her. Every time she'd even reached out to hold his hand, he freaked out and found an excuse to leave. They still talked on the phone, now more than ever, but it felt like he couldn't even stand to be in the same room as her anymore. She was beyond confused and more than a little hurt. It had taken them so long to finally get together and now they never had the opportunity to be alone. She was afraid she'd been doing something wrong.

She needed to talk to him. Communication was the most important factor in a relationship, and if they wanted to make this work, they had to be honest with each other. She knew talking to him about this was the only way to get back on the same page.

She missed him. The first few weeks they were together, they'd spent hours just kissing and holding each other. Nothing felt better than being in his arms. It was like the outside world didn't even exist. Before this week, she was sure that they would start progressing further in their relationship. She wasn't trying to throw herself at him, but she was interested in moving past first base; even though she thought she could kiss him forever. The second she was ready to experiment in the other facets of their relationship, however, he'd started to close himself off.

That's when she'd started to feel. . .antsy. Just about the same time Finn started to avoid her, she'd started to feel more and more strongly about him. She found herself thinking about him all the time, and sometimes it left her feeling hot and flustered. She realized that she wanted Finn more than she'd realized, and she was ready to go all the way with him.

Rachel Berry was horny and she wanted to have sex with her boyfriend. She'd been waiting for the moment when they'd actually be ready, and she'd been holding out on Finn and only Finn since they'd met. She knew he was the one. She was more than ready to share this with him.

She needed to set things straight with Finn. She'd been working out in order to ease the buildup of sexual energy she'd felt all week, but it wasn't really helping. She wanted her boyfriend. She needed her boyfriend.

And she needed him now.

Finn got out of the shower and noticed that he'd missed a call from Rachel. He sat down on his bed with his towel still wrapped around his hips and dialed his girlfriend's cell phone. She didn't pick up. He sighed and fell backwards onto his bed, frustrated at the bad timing. He sat back up to get changed and he almost screamed like a girl when he noticed that Rachel was standing in his bedroom doorway.

"Rachel!" He stood up, flustered, and his towel almost fell off of his hips. He held the towel as best as he could; the flimsy fabric was his only barrier between himself and Rachel's wide, shocked eyes. "H-Hey." His voice was still unsteady from the sudden appearance of the gorgeous brunette.

"Hey baby." The blush on her face was almost crimson in color and she shifted around awkwardly, trying her hardest not to stare at her boyfriends almost-naked body. She was entranced by the droplets of water that dripped down his chest, and the haphazard way he held his towel in front of him. It barely covered him, and she blushed even deeper when she thought of what he was hiding from her view. She had never seen a boy with so little on before. That fact that it was her boyfriend made this moment even better. She walked closer to him, and he almost fell backwards onto the bed. He grabbed onto her to steady himself and she found herself pressed up against his wet, quasi-naked body. She could have sworn she felt the towel drop. She used all of her will power not to look down. She really wanted to, though.

Finn was almost shaking, he was trying so hard to control himself at the moment. There he was-- naked, wet and horny, pressed up against his girlfriend who had appeared out of nowhere like an apparition. He felt clumsy after his almost stumble, and foolish for acting so prude in front of his girlfriend. What was wrong with him? Wasn't this how 99% of pornos started?

"How did you get in?" He tried to calm his racing heart, but he could hear the nervousness thick in his tone. She smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"The Hide-A-Key rock. Remember? You showed it to me after dinner last week when you forgot your key." Her eyes flashed with an emotion he'd never seen before, and she whispered to him with excited urgency. "I don't think your Mom is home."

That one sentence crumbled every ounce of the control he'd had over himself. He burned with a flaming pressure and felt himself grow hard against Rachel's body. By the way her eyes raised in shock, he could tell she'd felt it too.

So much for self-control.

She smiled at him and he stood frozen in the middle of his room; naked, wet and hard as hell. He was completely vulnerable in front of his girlfriend and he felt like a stupid virgin just standing there and doing nothing. Thank God Rachel was more mature about these things than he was.

"What's wrong, Finn? Talk to me." He looked down into her chocolate eyes and lost himself in the warmth and depth of her concern.

"I don't know if I can explain." At least he was still able to make coherent sentences. He was starting to feel dizzy from their proximity. She nodded her head in encouragement, and he tried to gather his thoughts as eloquently as possible. Too bad he wasn't very eloquent to begin with. "You're turning me into a horny freak and I can barely control myself around you." He braced himself for a gasp or a slap, but was surprised when she started to laugh. He was hopeful when she reached up and gave him a soft, yet incredibly sexy kiss.

"Would you believe me if I said you're doing the same to me?" She smiled coyly at him and he was stunned at her honest words. He knew that Rachel was down with sex, but he didn't think she would feel as intensely as he'd felt over the past couple of days. "I thought you'd been avoiding me, Finn. I told you how important communication was to a relationship. You have to tell me about these things so we can find a resolve that pleases both parties."

"It's been getting harder and harder to control myself around you Rachel. Being around you does something to me; I can't explain it." She nodded her head and finally gazed down at his naked body, pressed up against her. She held her breath as she stepped back and looked at him. She still couldn't beleive that a guy as gorgeous as Finn Hudson was actually interested in her, freaky Rachel Berry. His gaze was smoldering as she took in the sight of him. She could see a slight blush on his cheeks from her appraising looks, but he had nothing to be nervous about. He was perfect.

"I can help you with that, you know. That's kind of what girlfriends do. It's in the job description." He looked a bit ashamed.

"I didn't want to push you when you weren't ready! It's not your duty to do anything you don't want to do!" She smiled and reached up to give him a big kiss on the cheek for his thoughtful words.

"Baby, I'm sure Gloria Steinem would be proud of you, but I want to do these things. I'm more than ready for us to take the next step."

He shook his head in confusion. "Who's Gloria Steinem?"

Rachel sighed. "She was an activist for the Women's Liberation Movement."

"Oh."

"Anyway, This is why we need to communicate, Finn. You have to talk to me about these things, even if you think it's embarrassing or weird. I'm here because I care about you."

As Finn stood naked in his bedroom, he felt like a fool for not telling Rachel about his problems sooner. He cared about Rachel too, and she was just as ready to take the next step as he was. He reached out for her and took her in his arms. He kissed her with all the passion that had been building in him over the past week. He'd missed holding her so close to him. She reciprocated in the kiss and she pressed as close to him as would allow. He fell backwards onto the bed, holding her body on top of him. She straddled his body to gain balance, and her thin panties were the only barrier between her and him, due to her penchant for short skirts. His eyes shot wide open at the intimate contact, and he thought he would lose control of himself right there. He pushed her off of him, and sat up breathing heavily. She huffed, a bit offended, but noticed how tense he was. She rubbed his back and he eased into her touch.

"What's wrong?"

He turned around and the passion in his eyes left her feeling dizzy at the intensity. Her body ached to touch him again--the feeling of him pressed so close to her had made her blood set on fire. "I think we should take things slow. I've been trying to avoid telling you this, but I have a bit of a problem with. . . arriving early."

"Oh. Oh!" It took a second for Rachel to comprehend the meaning of his euphemism, but her eyes flashed with understanding and sympathy for her boyfriends issue. "Well, that's not a problem, Finn. We can take it as slow as you need."

He looked at her affectionately and turned to gather her up in his arms again. "Really?" She shook her head enthusiastically.

"Really. But you have to promise to always communicate with me and be honest. We can use these new experiences to learn from each other. . . but that doesn't mean we still can't have a little fun." Her voice grew sultry and she pressed herself up next to him once again. This time he wasn't as nervous as before, and he was about to pull her body down onto the bed when he heard the front door open.

"Finn? I'm home!" Shit! His Mom! Rachel jumped off of the bed and tried to straighten out her clothes that were damp and wrinkled from pressing up against Finn's wet body. He tried to pull his boxers on as fast as he could without tripping all over himself. He knew his mom was going to catch him naked in his bedroom with his girlfriend and she'd never allow her over again!

He was lucky that his girlfriend was intelligent and quick-thinking. She walked out of the room and went straight to his Mom to distract her while he was getting ready. He could hear her perky voice from down the hall.

"Good Evening Mrs. Hudson! I was just stopping by to help Finn with our History Presentation on the Woman's Liberation Movement and the impact that Gloria Steinem has had on the feminist movement of the 60's and 70's. It turns out that Finn is very sensitive to the roles of women in our society and the challenges they face in a culture that rewards masculinity and over-sexualizes femininity. . ." She rambled on a bit more and he was able to make it look like he hadn't just stepped out of the shower. He walked into the living room and saw Rachel talking his mother's ear off while she tried to make a late dinner. When Rachel saw Finn, she smiled and gathered her things.

"Well, I should be going now. I'll see you in school Finn. We can work on our project some more tomorrow." She winked at him and he felt the frustration burning throughout him. They'd had a real chance to actually move forward in their relationship tonight and he'd pussied out big-time. But with the way she was looking at him, and inferring that they could continue their project the next day, he felt the glimmer of hope that they would have another chance to. . .learn from each other.

"Good Night, Rachel." He walked her to the door and their final kiss of the evening left him lightheaded and excited.

"Good Night, Finn. Try to control yourself until tomorrow." Her parting smile and sexy strut to her car made it increasingly difficult to resist chasing after her and dragging her back up to his bedroom. He ran a hand through his hair and sighed as he closed the front door.

He needed to find a better way to deal with his frustrations.

Salut mes amis!

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