I think the worst part about having homosexual tendencies is having said tendencies in the boys' locker room. And being caught ogling one of the more out-right homophobic guys who impregnated your exgirlfriend and shoves the openly gay boy at school into trash cans. Because this clearly can't be good. I expect the, "What, did you want me to show you my dick?" followed by the crack of a towel against my bare leg, a towel my only cover. I feel completely exposed.
"Uh, no, dude. Fuck that," I stutter, turning toward my locker, slamming it. "I'm not some faggot like... like, Kurt." I turn back to Puck. Something goes through his mind, I can see a small glitch in his expression. It's gone in seconds though, and I can hear a few of the other guys making cracks about the Marc Jacobs-wearing, petite, boy-loving boy of our grade.
It's not that I want to drag anyone else down, and... I mean, Kurt's nice and all. But I need to deflect their attention. Because as nice as my chestnut-haired girlfriend is, with her big, brown eyes, and cute little ass... I can't help but want something else. You know, with a cock. I'm really messed up.
That cold shower is looking really great right now.
It's impossible to ignore the way that Finn looked at me. Come on, I'm the master of checking people out. Of course we all know he's a little stupid, and only ever managed to get a job by lying about being handicapped... he's so fucking useless sometimes... But... Fuck. He's cute. I said it. Finn Hudson's kind of doable, and I saw him staring at my bulge through my towel. Even if he is kind of a woman sometimes and is basically a younger, stupider version of Mr. Schue. Actually... I'd hit that, too.
I guess I'll be honest. Sometimes I fuck dudes. It's not hard (no pun intended). As a fellow dude, they like to fuck, so we're honest. It's like, you meet a guy, he looks you up and down, maybe offers something, you say 'yes' or 'no.' And it's just like that. I've fucked way more chicks, but I'd be lying if I said there weren't a few guys. And Puckzilla doesn't fucking lie.
Listening to Finn stumble over his words and throw little Kurt under the bus is a clear signal that he obviously wants to fuck but won't say it. I guess he's just what Santana said: Finnocence. It's cute, I guess. In the way that Berry is cute. They're naive and virginal, and you kind of just want to make out with them, fuck them, deflower them, make them scream something dirty. Shake things up. I guess it's the bad boy in me.
Badasses need to fuck. And Finn seems DTF. Now to figure out how to get it out of him...
first glee fic, ohgod. i love this show more than i can put into words. and i aspire to be lea michele. but... okay, homoeroticism is my favorite. and finn and puck? hello, fuck. :D