Title: Dear Mr. Supercomputer Chapter Four.
Pairing: Kurt/Finn
Warnings: Sex.
Word Count: 1,655
Rating: M.
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me, these characters aren't mine, they would never do these things, I mean no disrespect, blah blah blah…Dear Mr. Supercomputer belongs to Sufjan Stevens; the lyrics are unrelated, I just needed a song with a matching title.
Author's Note: The end! I hope you guys liked it; I had a ton of fun writing it. I'm looking forward to writing more prompts…Maybe someone could fill one or two of mine?
Chapter Four.
The box.
The box was intense.
The box had a variety of vibrators or dildos, Finn couldn't really tell which.
The box had two pairs of handcuffs, one pink and glittery, the other fuzzy and black.
The box had a whip.
The box had other things, things Finn couldn't identify.
The box made Finn wonder how he had managed to live with Kurt for so long and not know he had been into this sort of thing.
The box made Finn think Kurt had to have lied about not having had a boyfriend before. Surely he couldn't use some of these things by himself…could he?
The box made Finn feel like he was in over his head in the best way possible.
Most of all, the box made Finn very, very aroused.
The box also was distracting enough that by the time he heard Kurt pull in and the door down to the basement open, Finn had accomplished absolutely nothing. His back was to the stairs and he kept it that way, not having the strength to turn around and look at Kurt, to actually see the person inspiring all of these thoughts. He heard Kurt walk down the stairs, heard him get no farther than the bottom step, the one that creaked.
"Just because I'm here," Kurt said carefully, "does not mean I've forgiven you for snooping through my stuff."
Finn felt that was deserved. "Okay."
"I see you found my box." Finn nodded, throat dry. "See anything you like?"
What a question. "I don't know." And what a terrible answer.
"You don't know?" The stair squeaked, indicating that Kurt had stepped off of it, but Finn didn't turn around to see where he was going or what he was doing.
"N-no?"
"Fine," Kurt said, sounding annoyed. "Take off your pants."
Finn's hands suddenly felt heavy, his fingers too stupid to be able to do such an easy task. He fumbled with the button before finally undoing it, managed the zipper, and slid them down, leaving his boxers on.
"Those, too."
Finn's eyes slipped shut. This was like nothing he had ever done before, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it.
"Now, Finn."
His cock did, though, and that had to be enough. He pulled them down, standing next to Kurt's bed with the contents of the box spread out in front of him, wearing nothing but a tee-shirt.
"Now pick something out and stop being a pussy about it."
Finn forced his eyes open. Trying not to think too hard about it, he picked up the pair of black handcuffs.
"Was that really so hard?"
Finn shook his head. It was, but that wasn't the point.
"Get the other pair, and put the rest of that stuff away. And for Christ's sake, take off your shirt."
Barely breathing, Finn did as he was told. He left the two handcuffs on the bed, looking ominous and ridiculous at the same time, but put everything else back in the box, and leaned over to slide it back under Kurt's bed.
Smack.
Finn would have dropped the box if it hadn't already been on the floor. Kurt's bare hand against his ass was the most incredible, indescribable thing he'd ever felt. "Kurt?"
"Hurry up," Kurt snapped. "I've been waiting a long time for you, and I'm out of patience."
Finn pushed the box under the bed without further ado and stood up. "What do you want me to do?"
"Get on my bed and lie on your back." Finn did as he said, staring up at the ceiling. "Spread your arms." There was cold metal against his left wrist, two quiet clicks, and then soft fuzziness on the other, and two more clicks, and that was that. There was no turning back, and Finn was relieved. Finally, he could stop worrying, and just sit back and enjoy.
"Look at me, Finn. You were the one who started this; take responsibility for it."
Finn looked at him. Kurt stood at the foot of the bed, completely naked. He had on his very best don't-fuck-with-me look, and Finn couldn't tell if he looked drop-dead sexy or completely adorable. Probably both. Kurt climbed on to the bed, crawling up until he was suspended just above Finn, lips hovering inches from his own, his erection just barely not touching Kurt's.
"Tell me what you want."
"You." Truer words had never been spoken.
Kurt smiled, seemed to think better of it, and went back to don't-fuck-with-me. "I'm already here. What do you want me to do?"
There were a lot of answers to that and, thankfully, none of them were I don't know. "Kiss me."
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "I'm lying naked on top of you, and you want a kiss?"
Finn shrugged, blushing a little. "Yeah."
"If you say so…" Kurt leaned down and brushed his lips against Finn's as gently as he possibly could. Finn tried to deepen it, but Kurt pulled away. "You got your kiss. Now what?"
Finn considered it. "I want to come."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "This is like pulling teeth. Tell me how, Finn, or I won't let you."
"I want to fuck you," Finn said, locking eyes with Kurt. "I want to be buried inside of you. I want to feel how tight you are. I want to scream your name."
Kurt's eyes darkened. "That's more like it." His voice came out low and husky, and Finn felt himself get harder. "Did you get the lube out of the box?"
Finn shook his head. "You didn't tell me to."
"You're an idiot," Kurt mumbled. He leaned over, giving Finn an excellent view of his ass. It was easy enough to see why Kurt had slapped him earlier; if his hands weren't bound, that would be his first instinct, too. Kurt sat up, positioning himself just below Finn's erection, and opened the tube. He squeezed a little on his hands, tossing the container onto the floor, and rubbed his hands together, warming it.
"Talk to me," Kurt said. Finn wondered if he knew it was from his story, if that was on purpose. "Instruct me."
"Touch me," Finn said, eyes fixed on Kurt's hands. "Stroke me."
Kurt wrapped his hands around Finn, squeezing him. Finn's eyes closed, and he thrust up, moaning quietly. Kurt continued to exactly that, making him harder, making him slick. He kept one hand on Finn and moved the other behind himself. Finn couldn't see it, but he could tell by the sudden, "Oh", and how his eyes closed what Kurt was doing. Finn moved beneath him, trying to regain his attention.
"Stop it," Kurt sighed, still fingering himself. "I'm getting ready." His erection twitched, and Finn could see a few glistening drops of precum on his head. He groaned, straining against his handcuffs, trying to touch him. Kurt's eyes flew open, locking with Finn's.
"Not so fun, is it?" he asked. "Wanting someone so badly, having them right in front of you, not being able to touch them?"
Finn moaned again. "No."
Kurt brought his hand back around. "Talk to me," he repeated, and Finn decided he knew exactly what he was doing. "I'm ready, but I won't do anything until you tell me to."
"I want to be inside of you," Fin said, voice breaking. "Oh god, Kurt, please."
Kurt smiled. "That's what I like to hear." Resting his hand son Finn's thighs, he slowly lowered himself onto Finn. His breathing sped up, and he bit his lip.
"Y-you okay?" Finn gasped.
Kurt nodded. "You're really big." He kept going, though, until Finn was completely inside of him. "You feel so good. I've waited so long…"
Finn pulled against his handcuffs again, forgetting about them, wanting to hold him. "Move on me," he said instead. "Show me how much you want me."
Finn could see Kurt's self control starting to break. He moved up, then pushed down again, groaning in the back of his throat. "Finn," he sighed, starting to move a little faster. "I couldn't ever show you how much I want you."
"Try." He was vaguely aware of their positions reversing, even though he was still tied down. He thrust up, unable to help himself.
Kurt let his head roll back, eyes closing, breathing heavily. He started stroking himself, bringing himself closer and closer. "I want you to come," he said, voice barely above a whisper. "God, Finn, please. Fill me."
That was all it took. Finn erupted, straining against the handcuffs, incoherently moaning Kurt's name over and over again. Kurt came a moment later, tightening deliciously around him, getting both of them covered in mess. He stayed there, panting, recovering, before getting up and unlocking Finn.
"I'm gonna clean myself up," he mumbled, slipping into the bathroom and closing the door.
Finn stared after him, confused. What did he have to be embarrassed about now, after everything that had just happened? He grabbed his shirt, wiped himself off, and knocked on the bathroom door. "Kurt?"
The door opened, and Kurt poked his head out. "What?"
Finn was shocked to see tears in his eyes. "Kurt?" he repeated. "Did I hurt you?"
Kurt shook his head. "I just…"
Finn pushed the door the rest of the way open and took him in his arms, holding him. "Hey, shh, what's wrong?"
"You'll think I'm stupid."
"No, I won't," Finn said, stroking his hair. "I promise."
"I love you," Kurt said, voice muffled against Finn's chest.
Finn laughed. "That's all? I love you too, silly."
Kurt looked up at him, sniffling. "You do?"
Finn smiled. "I don't do that with just anyone, y'know."
Kurt smiled back. "I guess."
Finn leaned down and kissed him, fully, slowly. "I love you," he repeated. "And I love what we did. I'm sorry I snooped but, honestly, not that sorry."
Kurt swatted his arm playfully. "You're still going to have to pay for that."
Finn grinned. "Looking forward to it."
The end.
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