Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me!
A/N: This is set sometime during the 2nd season.
"Oh… oh fuck, yeah."
When he heard those words, Finn should have known better than to go downstairs. Really, he should have. But his curiosity got the better of him, and he went down slowly, quietly, until he was in the basement and could see…
"Yes, Kurt oh God Kurt don't stop…" Sam Evans was laying on his back in the middle of Kurt's bed, shirtless and...
Oh my.
There was Kurt, bent over him, moving slowly, undulating - and Finn could see his cock sliding in and out of Sam's body.
Both boys were very clearly enjoying themselves. Sam was groaning and squirming under Kurt, his head falling back against the bed.
"I won't stop," Kurt promised huskily.
"Ahh," Sam gasped, and he pushed his hips back against Kurt's cock. "So good."
Kurt chuckled breathlessly, and then he was moving faster, and one hand was snaking down to hold Sam's cock, torturing him with feather light touches. Sam moaned and whimpered, bucking and writhing under Kurt as he quickly approached his orgasm.
Finn watched, his mouth dry and his pants uncomfortably tight, as Kurt bent to kiss Sam roughly.
Kurt was dominating the entire scene, and Sam was just lying back and taking it. Finn had never thought that Kurt was a top.
An image of Kurt carrying a crop, pushing a handcuffed Finn over a bed, flashed through his head, and Finn couldn't help but whimper.
Kurt's head flashed up - and his eyes met Finn's.
Sam didn't notice anything, too lost in sensation.
"Yes," he mewled.
Finn just swallowed, unable to speak.
Kurt's only response was to smirk at him and fuck Sam harder.
"Oh, oh, oh, just like that," Sam begged, clutching at the covers, taking each thrust.
Finn was riveted as Kurt never stopped, but never looked away from him.
"Kurt," Sam whimpered, and then his body was clenching, and his cock shot its hot release all over both boy's chests.
Kurt fucked him through his orgasm, and Sam shook and groaned from the extended pleasure.
"Come inside me," Sam whispered, his eyes closed with exhaustion.
"I will," Kurt growled.
He thrust a few more times, circling his hips, staring smugly at Finn - and then he was coming, his mouth opening silently, no noise escaping it, and somehow that was the hottest part of it all.
He's quiet when he comes for Sam, but I could make him scream, Finn thought furiously, even as Kurt's release triggered his own, and he fell back against the wall, weak-kneed.
Kurt smiled down at Sam, who opened his eyes and looked back at him.
"You're incredible," Sam whispered. Kurt kissed him, totally engrossed in him again, and Finn slowly crept up the stairs.
"I love you."
"Love you too."
They were so sincere - so radiant - and Finn felt his heart plummet.
He made his way to the upstairs bathroom, and locked himself in.
"You idiot," Finn whispered, staring at himself in the mirror and trying to hold back tears.
He'd missed his opportunity forever… Kurt had moved on, and he and Sam were in love. Also, they were having mind-blowing sex - in Finn's bedroom.
Finn closed his eyes and tried to forget the way Kurt looked, moving powerfully over Sam's prone body, taking what he wanted…
"Fuck," Finn groaned, and resisted the urge to punch the wall.
He had to forget about all of this. For his own sake. He could never mention it again.
Perhaps it was poetic justice…
After all the time that Kurt had languished over Finn… Now it was Finn's turn to have a hopeless, unattainable crush.