THERE'S ALWAYS A FIRST TIME

Main-characters: Blaine Anderson, Kurt Hummel, Wes Montgomery, David Thompson, Nick Duval, Jeff Sterling
Pairings: Klaine, Wevid, Niff
Fandom: Glee
Author: TeamBartie
Rated: M (for sexual interaction and language)
Category: Romance
Summary: It can happen out of lust, frustration or pure love. It can be cheating, or the most beautiful thing you've ever shared together… but these guys have all something in common. It was all their first time… Three Dalton-couples, three chapters.
Important: I'm not Ryan Murphy. Therefore I don't claim the characters.

Wevid: Yeah, that's different, ofcourse… They're both straight as hell, and I don't want to see them together as much as Klaine and Niff, but still they would be an interesting pair!

Just look at what I've done with Wevid! Enjoy!

Chapter 2 – Wevid

"Oh god, this doesn't make any sense!" Wes groaned as he entered the dorm room he had been sharing with David ever since they both attended Dalton Academy, and that was around the same time. That was why they were friends.

"What is it, Wes?" David looked up from his homework, glad he finally had a distraction. He used a receipt in his wallet as a bookmarker and closed the book, putting it away. "What's wrong?"

"I'm sexually frustrated!" Wes threw his hands up in the air, after pulling his gavel in the drawer, where no one would take it. Even David was too scared of his friend's reaction when he would take it, even if it was just for fun.

"What?" David had a hard time holding back his laughter, because really, what would you do if your friend came bursting into the room, saying that? Trying to be a good friend, he held a straight face and lifted his head up to look at Wes. "Why?"

"Layla's been gone for three weeks now, and I really miss the kissing and touching and the intimacy!" Wes fell down on his bed with a groan, burying his head in the pillow, while David looked his best friend with raised eyebrows.

"You don't miss her voice, or just being around her? Because that's what's love is all about, Wes. You shouldn't miss her lips or her hands wandering down… If that's the only thing you miss, there's something wrong, seriously." David pressed his lips together. He knew exactly how Wes was feeling, though. He had been in that kind of relationship before too. As soon as he saw Aisha, all he wanted was to touch her. Luckily David had broken up with her, before they could have sex. David wanted to share his first time with someone he cared about.

Wes was clearly saying something, but it was muffled by the pillow, and David couldn't understand a single word of it. He sighed and stood up, crossing the room to sit on Wes's bed. "What were you saying, Wes? You should talk more clearly."

Wes sat up straight, with a groan and refused to look at his friend, who was obviously worried about his feelings. He instead looked at his hands curled up in his lap. "I know… I should miss her laugh and the way her nose would wrinkle… I hate to say it, but I truly miss the intimacy, and not Layla herself."

"Then you should dump her, Wes. Simple as that. I did the same with Aisha. Keeping her around for pleasure, and that's wrong, bro. Girls don't want to be treated like garbage. You're a good kid, Wes." David sighed and stared at the boy across him, unsure about what his friend would do with the information. Hopefully he would just listen to it and go dump Layla as soon as she was back from her trip to Europe.

"Don't you get it, David? As soon as I dump her, I'll be depressed, because I miss the intimacy. I can't live without lips on mine. It sounds stupid and absolutely addicted, but it's the truth. And there's no way I will find a girlfriend with this information. You would laugh too: 'Boy seeks for girl, but only for snogging'!" Wes snorted sarcastically, while David tried really hard not to giggle. "See? That's just ridiculous. I don't know what I should do, man… I just, I really like Layla, it's just that… I can't keep her around like this, you're right. But I also kind of need her to live properly. Does that sound creepy? It does, huh?"

David watched his best friend in awe, as he was rambling about what he should do about Layla. David just needed one thing to let Wes shut up. He was totally freaking not himself out, but also his best friend. He then leaned in, while Wes was still talking, and pressed his lips on Wes's. Wes took a deep breath and froze underneath David's touch. David pulled away, a blush on his cheeks, because seriously, that was just the most stupid thing he could have done. He and Wes were both straight as hell, and a shared kiss wouldn't change that.

"What.. why did you stop, David?" Wes blinked, looking away shyly, as he scratched the back of his neck. David widened his eyes. Did his best friend just really say that? Or had it been a dream? He rubbed his eyes, but still saw his friend sitting there, with his head turned away from David.

"Wait, what? You actually approve on me kissing you?" David fumbled with his tie, because this conversation had taken a complete different twist, and David wasn't sure if he liked it. It made him feel uncomfortable and vurnerable. He wasn't gay. And he wasn't exactly attracted to Wes. Atleast, not in that way…

"Yes. I do… I said I was sexually frustrated. I sort of hinted to you that I need to be touched. And I didn't say that it should be a girl, you know…" Wes worried a lip between his teeth, and stared at David, who still had this uncomfortable expression on his face. "But if you're not down with it… I'm totally fine with it!" Before Wes could take a breath, David's lips were back on his. Wes was first suprised, but then he wrapped his arms around David's back, pulling him closer. David quickly sneaked his hands under Wes's shirt, stroking his lower-back, still holding him close to kiss.

"D-David…" Wes mumbled against David's lips, as he pulled back slightly. "Hmmm.. You taste better than I imagined."

"You imagine us making out?"

"Yes…" Wes admitted, muttering the answer, and then he put his lips back on David, because it was so much easier to just do things than to think about it. David just melted into the kiss, because he couldn't help to find it slightly entertaining. He moved his hands down, down, down Wes's body, until they had reached his hips. Slowly he pushed Wes down, until he laid flat on the bed, David towering over him, while still kissing him. When David brought his hips down, he was suprised to find Wes's erection. He stopped kissing his friend immediately and pulled back, raising an eyebrow.

"I can't help it! Like I said… I'm sexually frustrated!" Wes bit out, before he brought their hips together again, groaning because it felt so good. He pushed David's head down again to kiss his lips. It felt good, it felt too good. And it didn't matter to him that he was cheating on his girlfriend with his best friend. Because this was where he had longed for for three weeks now. And if he could encourage David a bit more, maybe he could come for the first time in weeks too. But he had to handle carefully and perfectly well to get that arranged.

"David…" He moaned against the other boy's lips, when David brought his hips down to meet each other's erections. "I need release," he whined needily, as he caught David's lower lip, who let out a yelp. Wes smirked, but that grin faded away, when he felt David's hand over his clothed cock. He left out a breathy moan as he bucked up in David's hand.

"Easy…" The other boy growled, as he opened the zipper of Wes's pants. "You said you wanted release, let me do it." And he let his hand slip inside Wes's boxer, his hand meeting the erection of his best friend. This is crazy, David thought, as he was giving Wes a hand job. We're best friends, not fuck buddies! But… I have to make Wes fall apart. Then he will stop complaining about Layla. Hopefully.

Wes was moaning underneath David's talented hand, and was wondering where his best friend had learnt to give such wonderful hand jobs. Even Layla wasn't better than him. He found himself on the bed, with his eyes closed, lips slightly parted, as he was enjoying a hand job. He had different emotions going on inside of him. He knew that he was cheating on Layla, but he also knew that he needed this. Jerking himself off was different than receiving a hand job from someone else.

Wes almost missed David pulling his pants and boxer down to his knees, and staring at Wes's cock for a while, before taking it in his mouth in one, smooth movement. Wes's eyes flew open and he found his way into David's hair, groaning. "Oh god, David… How do you know what to do? You're fucking talented!"

David hummed around Wes's cock, and that send vibrations through Wes's body, and it felt good, so good… He had never received a blow job before. Layla had chickened out every time her and Wes started to talk about it. But what David was doing with his tongue was freaking amazing. He really wanted to thrust up, but David was holding his hips down. Wes moaned as one of David's finger was floating above Wes's entrance, lubed with precome, straight from Wes's cock. He nodded, and he felt David's finger sinking in. He hissed at the uncomfortable feeling of it, but after a while it started to feel nice... Really nice. He bucked up in David's mouth, who groaned and released Wes's cock with a 'pop'. Wes raised an eyebrow at him, but David just shook his head and moved his head up to kiss Wes's lips. Wes couldn't help to find it slightly hot to taste himself on David's lips. David continued to finger him, and Wes soon found himself wanting a second finger… So he asked for it, to fuck himself on David's one and single finger. David smirked, mumbling something like "impatient", before adding another finger.

For a straight person, it felt strangely good for Wes, to be fingered like that. And when David's fingers brushed his prostate, he left out a long, low moan, and bucked down to David's fingers again. "Another!" His voice sounded like crack, but he wasn't worried about that right now.

David happily obliged and slit in a third finger. His eyes were big, as he saw his best friend falling apart underneath him, and he really, really felt the need to fuck him right now. He stared at Wes, who stared right back, as they were staring into each other's souls to find the answer they were both desperately trying to find. Wes then nodded, apparently thinking the same as David.

"It'll hurt, Wes… We don't have any lube," David pointed out, really worrying about hurting his friend at some point.

"Ugh, David! I'm frustrated for release! Please do it, just.. ugh!" Wes bucked down on David's fingers again, letting him know he really needed this. His cock was still rock hard, and all he needed was to come. It had been such a long time, and David was the one who could fulfill this need. "Do it, please?" He asked in a much sweeter voice, and David nodded, swallowing nervously. He removed his fingers out of Wes's asshole, who hissed at the loss, and lined himself up in front of Wes's entrance. He sunk down, and both they were groaning at the sudden contact between the two guys. Wes's face was in discomfort, David could easily notice how the boy must be feeling. So he held his hips still, watching for his friend to be over the baddest pain. When Wes nodded, really slowly though, David started to thrust. First really slow and careful, but after Wes's moan about going faster, he was happily fucking his best friend.

Wes came first, with a shout, all over his and David's stomach. David followed soon after, panting slightly as he rode himself through his release. He buried his face into Wes's shoulder, who was lazily stroking the back of his neck.

"You know what, David?"

"Hmmm?"

"Now I know what I really want."

"And that is?"

"You…"

Okay, what the hell did I just write? D: