Title: Lion Tamer

Author: FlamboyantlyBiBoy

Feedback: Yes please

Summary: AU. Kurt writes gay erotica and Finn is a journalist who's review the latest one. When they meet up at a premier party, things go not to Rachel's liking.

Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or the characters

Spoilers: Nope.

Pairing: Kurt/Finn

Warnings: Kinky sex

Author's Note: The idea was given to me on Tumblr by finnkurtismydrug for Kinnja Monday. So, this is dedicated to them. Thanks for the idea, this is really fun!

ENJOY!

I never thought that being in power would be so electric or such a turn-on. Basil was practically screaming in frustration and pain beneath me. The tight cock ring that kept him from releasing was also causing his dick to turn a purple color.

"Master Kaleo, please." He begged in a chocked whisper.

"What was that?" I mocked softly while running one finger along the cut that went from one of his nipples to the other, "I couldn't hear you."

Basil cried out as I touched the not-very-deep wound, "Please, Master Kaleo!"

"Please…what?" I flicked at the nipple clap that was tight on each of the now bright red bumps on Basil's chest.

He screamed in painful pleasure, "Please let me-"

Rachel entered the room and I quickly pulled a blanket over my lap to hide the straining erection that was in my pants.

"Finn, why aren't you getting ready?" Rachel glared at me. She was already in her floor length green dress and had her make-up done.

"Sorry, I was trying to get to the end of the chapter." I put my covered book down on the bedside table while thinking of gross mental images to get the erection down.

"We can't be late for the opening night party." Rachel carefully set my tux down on the bed along with a green tie that matched her dress, "What are you reading anyway?"

Just the thought of going to this party was enough to get all arousal down and I stood to get changed, "Just something for work."

Rachel stared at me for a minute before responding, "You write a sports articles."

"They want to promote me to an entertainment column but they need to know that I can review books, movies, and Broadway shows. I'm doing a piece on Wicked, and one on that movie that we saw the other day. The one where the guy went off to war and died. I just needed a book to read and one of the guys in your show recommended this one." By the time I stopped talking, my tux was on and I was doing up the tie.

"What is it?" Rachel sighed at the fact that I still couldn't tie a tie and came over to do it for me.

"Lion Tamer by Kurt Hummel." I answered while refusing to look at her.

My wife stopped, "Isn't he the latest break though gay writer?"

"Yeah, and it's actually really good." I saw the look on Rachel's face that was a sign that she was unhappy about something, "Don't tell me you're going all homophobic, babe. You have two gay dads."

"I'm not," Rachel replied defensively while fixing my tie, "I've just heard of some of the things he writes and I'm not a fan of them."

"It's just an assignment, Rach."

"I know." She sighed and grabbed her bag, "We should get going, I can't be late."

"Of course, Elphaba has to be there fashionably early." I replied and offered her my arm.

Since Rachel was the one of the stars, I didn't spend much time with her at the premiere party. However, I managed to find something to entertain myself. Namely, Kurt Hummel.

I noticed him walking in with an actress that I'd seen at the rehearsals that I'd stopped at a couple times to bring Rachel something. He quickly excused himself from her to go get some punch and I followed him.

"Excuse me." I said from behind him and Mr. Hummel turned, "Are you Kurt Hummel?"

"Yes, and who might be asking?" He replied with a smirk.

"My names Finn Berry." I introduced myself and offered a hand-shake.

He took it and seemed to analyze me with his eyes, "You're Rachel Berry's husband. She talks about you a lot. Also, I've read some of your sports articles. They're very good."

"Thanks, and that's actually why I recognized you. I'm writing a piece on your latest novel." His hands were really soft. I was extremely surprised that such a small and innocent looking boy had written possibly the most descriptive and…arousing sex that I'd ever read.

"I'm honored that somebody with your talent would extend into my… writings." Mr. Hummel didn't seem embarrassed about what he had published.

"I was actually hoping that I might be able to get a interview with you. It would certainly raise my piece up above the others since apparently nobody's ever gotten one from you."

Mr. Hummel didn't answer for a minute before slipping a business card into my hand, "Call me. We can set up a time but right now, my dad's about to show up and he doesn't like me talking to the guys at these events."

He headed back toward the lady that he'd come in with who I now realized was his step-mom. I couldn't help but to look Mr. Hummel up and down. He has a nice body and a perky ass that swayed while he walked. Suddenly, I realized that I was checking him out and looked away.

Rachel walked up to me, "Who's your friend?"

"Kurt Hummel, I was just asking him for an interview to help with my article." I answered quickly.

"He was flirting with you."

"No he wasn't."

"Please, the way he was looking at you." Rachel rolled her eyes.

"He wasn't and even if he was, nothing would happen." I sighed at how controlling she could be sometimes.

"It better not."

"I'm in love with you, babe, and no random guy would change that." I told her before excusing myself to the bathroom. This couldn't have been happening. There was no way that I could have been checking out another guy…but that suit looked really good on him.

One of the lines that I'd read earlier came back to my mind, "No man is completely straight. We're all just humans. At twenty-three we're just as horny as we are in High School." I lowered my voice, "We'll fuck anything that can move."