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They fell into an easy rhythm after that.

Rachel met him after football practice Monday and Thursday for frenzied hook ups in his truck. Wednesdays were his favorite. Quinn had bible study, and his mom worked the late shift. He'd spend the night on his back while Rachel drove him crazy. Twice, she'd grabbed him in between classes for quickies in the janitor's closet. He was terrified, but she got off on his fear. She discovered a dressing room behind the stage in the auditorium. He rewarded her by eating her out through their lunch period, which he was surprisingly good at.

Quinn never suspected a thing. She'd believe that her nose job would reverse itself while she slept before she'd believe that her perfect, dedicated, puppy of a boyfriend would screw around on her.

He should feel bad, but every insult and self-centered comment and bullying remark about all the "little people" in school reminded him why he chose Rachel.

Puck didn't catch on either. Finn thought that having your girlfriend constantly disappear on you would raise a red flag, but apparently on top of being a tool, Puck was an idiot. He didn't know why Rachel was with him. He didn't ask.

They didn't talk about other people. They were the only people who existed when they were together.

Just Finn and Rachel.

His instructor was in at the tail end of a lecture on the Industrial Revolution when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He kept the device hidden behind his backpack while he read the text.

Skip w/me after the bell. Your house is empty.

He didn't question how she memorized his mother's work schedule. Annoyed with her demand, he replied.

I'm not ur callboy.

Don't make me sext you.

He didn't respond to her salacious threat and attempted to pay attention to the lesson. There was going to be a quiz on Friday. He had to at least get a few questions right.

Over the next five minutes his phone buzzed four times. His teacher paused the lecture to glance at her notes. Curiosity got the best of him.

I had the sexiest dream about you last night. You snuck into my house while I was in the shower. I didn't hear you come in.

I was rinsing when you slipped in behind me. I screamed but you covered my mouth and pressed me against the wall. You whispered what you were going to do to me in my ear.

You fucked me so hard. I woke up wet. I had to use my fingers to get myself off before I got out of bed.

Please don't make me use my fingers on myself again, Finn. I need you.

His cheeks flamed. He pressed his hand over his mouth to keep a moan from escaping. He focused on his elderly teacher's ass to keep a boner from tenting in his pants.

His thumbs pounded out a reply.

Bell rings in ten mins. Be in my truck when I get there.

The next night he lay in bed mindlessly channel surfing. He stopped on a station when he saw a man and woman caught in a heated kiss in the middle of a large bed. There were candles and roses. Jazz music was playing in the background. It was a cheese fest, but he saw that the station was HBO. He licked his lips hoping that the scene would get sexier.

A minute later, the woman's shirt was gone. The guy was thrusting against her while her bare tits bounced between them. It wasn't porn, but it was enough to send blood rushing to his dick. His hand snaked into his shorts hoping to get in a decent jerk before bed. Unfortunately, the scene ended before the third tug.

Frustrated, he clicked the TV off. He lay there in silence for a minute with his hand down his pants trying to conjure a sexy image behind his eyelids. The first picture to pop into his mind was Rachel on top of him, staring down with dark eyes and parted lips that were bruised from rough kisses.

A burst of confidence sparked in him. He snatched his phone off the side table. It was past eleven. He didn't know what time she normally went to bed, but he prayed that she'd -

"Finn?"

"Uh, hey. It's me."

"I know I just said your name."

"Right, sorry. Did I wake you up?"

"Almost. I wasn't asleep yet. What do you want?"

"Um," he paused unsure of how to explain himself. "I was just laying here and I was going to go to bed but I was thinking-"

"You want to have phone sex."

"How did you know?"

"What other reason would you call me at eleven fifteen on a Thursday night while you were in bed?"

"I'm sorry."

"Why are you apologizing?"

"It makes me sound like a dick."

"You're allowed to be horny, Finn. It's not a sin. Now, tell me what you're wearing."

"W-what?"

"You want phone sex, right? Are you naked?"

"No. I'm wearing pajamas."

"Don't tell me that. Pajamas aren't sexy."

"But you're not even here. Why does it matter what I'm wearing?"

"I need a sexy visual if I'm going to get hot. You're not the only one who gets to come."

"Okay, okay. Just hang on."

"Hurry up."

"Alright. I'm in my boxers. The dark red ones. What are you wearing?"

"A light pink tank top with lace trim and matching panties."

"You wear that to bed?"

"I like looking sexy when I sleep."

"Oh."

"You never know who might show up in the middle of the night. Imagine it - you needing me so bad that you can't wait to have me. You try the phone but I'm not answering. It's late. I must be asleep. You try to take care of yourself but it's not good enough. I'm the only one who can help you so you drive to my house. You sneak in through the back door we never lock. Your heart's pounding. One loud step and you'll be caught. You creep up the stairs to my bedroom. Finally, you're inside with the door locked behind you. You see me asleep on the top of the covers wearing my pretty underwear. I'm on my back. My hair spread out over the blanket. You can't stand it. You sit beside me and stroke your hand over my stomach gently calling my name. I wake up and smile at you. I think you're a dream, but I don't care if you're fake or real. I'm happy to see you. You lean down and kiss me until we can't breathe. Your hands are everywhere at once. I feel the tension in your body. I know what you need. We work together to get your clothes off. You pull the straps of my top down until my boobs are yours. I moan when you start to suck. You push your hands down the front of my panties. I'm so wet for you, Finn. I was dreaming about you before you woke me up. I always dream about you. You push your fingers into me and curl them just the right way. I moan and you shut me up with another kiss. Your fingers are magic, but I need more and so do you. You yank my underwear off, and I push you onto your back. I wrap my hand around you and tug until you're hard and begging for me. You grab my hips and I let you pull me down onto you. I gasp your name. You're so big. You fill me up so well each time. Fuck, just let me ride you, Finn. Just fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck me. Yes. Please. Harder. Just like that. Fuck me."

"Fuck! Rachel, holy shit." "Oh god, Finn."

"…"

"Rachel?"

"What?"

"Did you…"

"Yeah."

"Good."

"And you…"

"Definitely."

"Good."

He didn't know how he ended up in Noah Puckerman's basement on Friday night, but it happened, and he couldn't back out. Mike asked him to hang with him and Matt. He wasn't in the position to turn down chances to hang out with the guys, so he agreed. They spent about twenty minutes at Mike's place before he announced that they were changing location.

Apparently, Puck had the best game system out of all the guys at McKinley, and Matt was one of his best friends. Shit like this always happened to him.

Puck didn't comment on Finn's presence. In fact, he passed him a beer into the first round of black ops, burped, and asked, "So, you bang Fabray yet?"

Finn sipped carefully at the beverage. He didn't want to get a buzz and say something stupid like 'No, I haven't had sex with Quinn, but I am fucking your girlfriend. Surprise!' He swallowed the lukewarm liquid and muttered, "No. She's into celibacy club and church, so, you know. She's not into it."

Puck shoved a handful of nachos into his mouth. "Tough break. She's hot, but I couldn't deal with it. I can't go a day without getting a piece of ass."

A piece of Santana Lopez's ass. Finn watched Mike shoot the hell out of a guy on screen before asking, "You and that Rachel girl, right?" Just to amuse himself, he smirked and added, "She seems like a prude."

Puck scoffed. "M'not gonna date a fuckin' prude. I can't keep her off the Puckerone."

Matt laughed and knocked his fist against Puck's arm. "If she's so into you, where is she? It's Friday. Prime time to get some."

Puck punched him back. "I told her to put some ice on it, so I can beat you fuckers. I'll do her tomorrow."

Finn knew he was blowing smoke up his ass, but it didn't stop him from wanting to grab his Mohawk and slam his head into the wall. He stayed another twenty minutes before making his phone beep and claiming that his mom was pissed at him for being out. The guys called him a mama's boy. He didn't give a fuck. He had more important places to be.

It took him fifteen minutes to make the short drive to Rachel's. He only had a few sips of beer but better safe than sorry. Her car was the sole vehicle in the driveway. Her parents were two of the most social guys in town. He was thankful for that.

He parked a few houses down just in case she had nosey neighbors. She didn't answer the door when he knocked. He tried the handle. It was unlocked. They were in Lima after all. He remembered her phone fantasy about him surprising her in her house, so he figured she wouldn't kick his ass for letting himself in.

"Rachel?" He called stepping cautiously through the house he'd never been in before. They always opted to hook up at his place.

He heard quick footsteps coming down the stairs. She descended down the dark stairwell. Her hair was wavy. Her shorts were tiny, and her eyes were wide when she focused on him. "Finn, what are you doing here? I thought you were with your friends."

He closed the space between them in three long steps. He swooped down to press his lips against hers. She moaned and probed his mouth with her honeyed tongue. He pulled back when his lungs burned. His warm breath fanned against her face when he asked breathlessly, "Are you having sex with Puck?"

"What? Of course not," she assured, rubbing his biceps with her tiny hands.

"You swear?"

Her face pinched. He didn't know if she was offended by the inquisition or worried that he didn't believe her. "Yes, I swear. I told you I wouldn't sleep with him while I was with you. Why are you asking?"

His head fell back. It felt heavy on his shoulder. His eyelids sealed shut while he calmed himself down. He was so stupid for believing Puck's bullshit. Or maybe he was paranoid that he was just another person Rachel was lying to. "I was with him tonight. Mike wanted to hang out at his house. He was asking me about Quinn, and he was saying dumb shit about sleeping with you."

She tensed uncomfortably in his arms. They didn't talk about other people. They just didn't. "He likes to brag even if it's a lie. Ignore him."

"It's hard."

"Too hard?"

If he didn't know any better, he'd say that this was the first time he heard fear in her voice. He didn't call her on it.

He inhaled deeply and tucked her hair behind her ear. "No."

She smiled and pecked his lips. "You know," she breathed against his mouth, "I was going to get in the shower before you got here."

He kinked an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"

"Mhmm," she smirked and stepped backwards towards the stairs. He watched her turn around and glance over her shoulder. "Remember that phone call we had?"

"Remind me."

She shook her ass tauntingly and teased, "Come get me."

He charged forward. She let out a playful scream while he chased her up the stairs. He was fast, but she was quicker. She ran to her bathroom and slammed the door shut before he could grab her. He smacked his hand against the wood. "This isn't how the fantasy went!"

He heard her laughing behind the door. "Take off your clothes!"

"What? No. Open the door." He heard the shower start. "Rach, C'mon!"

The door swung open. She was naked and pouting. "You're no fun."

He inched forward. "I don't want to play right now."

Her eyes darkened. He saw a red blush spread across her chest. "Then take your clothes off."

This time, he followed her command. She jumped into the shower while he stripped. He watched the water cascade down her body. The distraction made it harder to unbutton his pants.

When he was finally naked, he stepped into the shower with her. His mouth found hers immediately. The water burned his skin, but it was nothing compared to the fire building in his belly. He pushed until her back pressed against the red, tiled wall. Her arms wrapped around his neck. He angled his mouth and thrust his tongue against hers. He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head. She whimpered into his mouth.

He never took the dominant role. She was the initiator between them. From the way her thighs were rubbing together, he could tell that she'd been waiting for him to take control. He locked his hand around her slim wrists while his other hand dove between her legs. She moaned when he ran his fingertips through her wetness. The silky liquid was pulsing out of her. "You're ready for me," he teased before bowing his head to suck on her neck.

She grunted a response. He spun her around and wrapped his arm around her waist. He stroked his erection and pressed it against her opening. Her head turned, and she panted, "Kiss me."

He roughly caught her lips with his and pushed inside, her tight walls engulfing his dick like a glove. His head fell back, and they both moaned loudly from the onslaught of sensation. His hands anchored on her waist, and he began pounding away. Her hands clawed at the tile helplessly.

He knew he was going to leave marks, but he didn't care. This wasn't about fun or making each other feel good. This was raw, unadulterated fucking. This was possession. He was claiming her as his own.

She cried out loudly when he thrust deeply. He didn't know how long they had alone. He didn't want anyone else knowing or hearing what he was doing to her, so his hand cupped over her mouth to muffle the noise.

He felt a new gush of wetness around his dick. It was only turning her on more. He groaned when her mouth opened and she sucked two of his fingers between her lips.

It was all too much. A few seconds later, he felt her shudder around him. The tight convulsions around his cock sent him over the edge. He spilled into her. They rode out their climax together.

The water was ice cold when they came down. He reached for the handle and shut off the spray. Rachel sluggishly turned back around after he slipped out of her. He cupped her face and asked one final time.

"Only me?"

"Only you."

Quinn demanded that he start coming to celibacy club meetings with her again. He initially refused. She guilt tripped him with a bullshit story about missing him when she went alone. When that didn't work, she cried. He always caved when girls cried. Fucking Rachel didn't make him any less of a pussy.

So, there he sat in a stuffy classroom on a Tuesday afternoon surrounded by Quinn's band of cheerios and their idiot boyfriends. He knew most of the guys there. He heard their locker room conversations. None of them were celibate, and the ones who were weren't by choice.

In fact, Finn was positive the only person in the room truly celibate because of their religious beliefs was the blonde holding his hand.

Funny, seeing as how she was one of the most cold hearted bitches there.

He smiled at the irony. Rachel would have laughed at that.

Quinn was in the middle of preaching about the importance of protecting your heart and body until marriage when Finn's favorite voice sounded behind him.

"Sorry I'm late. Couldn't find the room."

Speak of the devil.

He whipped around in his chair just as Rachel strode into the classroom. He watched the hem of her short skirt bounce against the back of her smooth thighs as she made her way to an empty seat directly across from him. Finn noticed that all eyes were on her as she made herself comfortable in what he thought was a very unwelcoming environment.

The minute Rachel laced her fingers on the top of the desk, Quinn snapped, "What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to learn about celibacy," she coolly replied with a sweet smile.

Finn suddenly felt hot. She was planning something. He really couldn't handle her screwing things up for him now in front of everyone.

Quinn straightened her back. "This is a club for people with morals."

Rachel's eyebrows arched. "You don't think I have morals?"

"Your reputation speaks for itself, Berry."

"Reputation isn't everything, Fabray."

Finn felt like he was watching a tennis match. His heart was hammering in his chest. He might as well be the ball the two of them were smacking back and forth.

Quinn narrowed her eyes. "You're dating the biggest man whore in school. Everyone knows what you two do."

Rachel leaned forward in her seat. "Everyone also knows that most of the people in this room handed in their chastity belts a long time ago. Most of the cheerios lost it to my boyfriend, but I'm not judging them for it. You know, God would be very ashamed of you right now Quinn. Love thy neighbor. Don't accuse thy neighbor of being a slut."

"What would you know about that? You're a Jew."

"So, this the slut-shaming club, and it's anti-Semitic, too?"

"Don't be dramatic."

"Then don't bring my religion into it, hypocrite. I have just as much right to be here as anyone else, so please continue. I don't have all day."

The air between the two of them was electric. No one dared get in the middle for fear of being extinguished.

Finn on the other hand had never been more turned on. Watching Rachel shoot Quinn down was a new kind of foreplay. He sent a quick prayer upwards that Quinn would storm out and leave him alone. He wanted to pull Rachel into the nearest janitor's closet a.s.a.p.

Eventually, Quinn decided to ignore Rachel's presence and continue the meeting. He couldn't focus on a word she said. Not with Rachel flashing him her panties every five minutes when no one was looking.

Practice was brutal. Coach Beiste lived up to her name as usual. His legs were burning from doing up downs on the bleachers. At one point, he thought he was going to pass out or throw up in the middle of the field. Beiste would have just made the guys jump over him during the next play. Their season was winding down, and she was hell bent on going out as champions. It better pay off.

The rest of the guys got out of the locker room as fast as possible, but he opted to shower. He wasn't in a rush to get home. The only thing waiting there was chores and homework.

He pressed his forehead to the tiled wall while the hot spray beat down against his sore back. A pain groan vibrated on his lips.

Minutes later, he was yanked from his daydream when a pair of small hands tickled his back. He body seized in surprise forcing his head harder against the wall. His forehead throbbed in pain, but the sight of Rachel standing behind him completely naked dulled the ache.

"You klutz! Didn't you hear me?"

He squeezed his eyes shut and put his head under water hoping that the heat would heal him. He held his hand in front of the spray for a moment to spit over his shoulder, "What the hell are you doing in here?"

She dug her fingers into his shoulders and kneaded his deltoids. "I thought we could try out our shower routine at school. Plus, I've always wanted to see the boy's locker room. It's not as sexy as guys make it out to be."

"I've never said it was sexy in here."

"I never said it was you."

She smiled when he pivoted in her direction and smacked a kiss on his cheek. He hated it when she did sweet stuff like that. It made him want to hug her and kiss her nose. "Did you at least check to make sure everyone left before you snuck in here? If Beiste sees you, she'll kick me off the team."

She put her hand over her heart. "I'm offended. Do you think I'd risk your spot on the team for a quickie in the shower?"

With pure conviction, he replied, "Yeah, I do."

The skin between her eyebrows scrunched. He tilted his head challengingly. They stared each other down for a moment before her expression softened in defeat. "Okay, maybe I would if it was a really good quickie, but I checked." She molded her body against his and stretched to kiss him. He moved his head to the side so she caught his cheek again. She grabbed his chin firmly and forced him to look at her. "I sat under those disgusting bleachers with the skanks waiting for your practice to end. The least you can do is kiss me back."

He smirked. "You watched my whole practice?"

She scoffed. "Shut up. I'm horny. I had no other choice."

"Sure," he deadpanned before grabbing his bar of soap.

Confused, she posted, "What are you doing?"

"Baking a cake," he sarcastically replied.

She pinched his arm. "Don't be a smartass." He tickled the sensitive spot on her side to get her hands away. She smiled and stepped away from him. "Finn!"

"I'm in the shower. What did you expect me to do?"

"How about fuck the naked girl standing in front of you?" She crassly retorted with a hand motion towards her body. "You were so good at it the other day."

"I don't really have the energy to fuck you like that right now."

She crossed her arms and purposefully pushed her boobs up. "You just like trying to say no to me."

He kinked an eyebrow at her while he rinsed the soap off his body. "Trying?"

"You can't really say no to me."

With that, he made it his new goal not to give into temptation. He focused on his task and scrubbed shampoo into his hair only to rinse it a minute later. Rachel tried to touch him and kiss him and tease him, but he focused on the ache in his muscles and the exhaustion plaguing his mind.

Eventually, he finished the shower and grabbed his towel feeling victorious. Rachel stayed in the stall and watched him dry off. "Are you at least going to get me a towel?"

She wasn't soaking, but she wasn't dry. He wrapped his towel around his waist and knotted it on his hip before handing her an extra one. She patted dry and wrapped it around her body as she followed him to his locked. She sat on the bench in the middle of the aisle between the lockers and reclined against it.

While he wiped his deodorant under his armpits, he noticed Rachel pull the terrycloth covering her body aside. He saw her nipples harden from the cool air. Her legs spread across the seat until he had a perfect view of her pink, swollen pussy. He swallowed when she began to paw at her body. She rubbed her breasts slowly and squeezed before trailing a hand between her legs. Unabashedly, she slid her fingers down her slit and coated them in her wetness. Her eyes closed on a soft moan.

She was hitting him below the belt. She knew he couldn't resist when she touched herself. It was just so hot. She was putting on a show for him - offering herself.

Slamming his locker shut, he grunted, "God dammit."

Her boobs bounce as she giggled. "You're weak."

He tugged off his towel and swung a leg over the bench. He lifted her legs and pulled her towards his pelvis. "You play dirty."

She sighed blissfully when he pushed into her. "Always."