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This scene has an M rating.
Also, just a reminder that the scenes are not always going to be in chronological order (I know the Bleacher scenes were all tied together), so please keep that in mind. This scene is obviously in their near future.
Disclaimer: Nope, still don't own Glee
Chapter 5, Frustration
Finn fell back onto his bed after reading his girlfriend's latest text message:
2 weeks! Are you getting excited? Guess what I learned?
He sighed and ran his hand down his face in frustration. If he learned anything else he might actually have a heart attack at 18, if that was at all possible.
Two weeks ago he learned that she could deep throat a bottle, an image that was still burned in his brain; Ten days ago he learned she could do a back-bend on any surface; eight days ago he learned she'd decided swallowing seemed much more dignified than spitting; four days ago she informed him in her opinion, entering from behind offered a woman a deeper penetration therefore more stimulation and she intended they try that position; and yesterday she texted saying she discovered a store called Adam and Eve, and sent him the link to various items she thought would help them.
Yeah, she was going to kill him. But even though he knew he would regret asking, curiosity always seemed to get the better of him, so he texted back.
Excited isn't the word. What have you learned today?
While waiting he got up and turned on his computer, figuring he should check email and blackboard for any assignments he'd blown off because he couldn't get rid of the image of Rachel deep-throating while doing a back-bend on his bed. (Shit…and now he was hard again.)
Just when he didn't think it could get any worse, his phone buzzed with an MMS. Almost cautiously, he hit the open button and nearly lost it all right there.
Subject line: Look what I can do!
Img: Rachel wearing her dance clothes and bending her legs completely behind her head.
Fuck! It was official: she was going to kill him. After banging his head against the top of his desk several times, he heard his phone buzz again.
What did you think? Impressed? I am so grateful for my dancer's physique and flexibility. What have you been researching? I'd call but my Dads think I am doing homework.
Damn it…research? What the hell was he supposed to research? She was doing enough to put him on edge 24/7 as it was.
Research? Thought we'd kinda just let it happen. You know, enjoy the moment.
He counted with a sigh; one…two…and there it was, faster than he thought. He clicked the talk button on his phone and held it away from his ear, knowing this conversation wasn't going to be pretty. But what the hell was he supposed to say? Sorry Babe, you have me rock hard every waking minute of the day and if I think about sex any more than I already do, my head might literally explode…both of them!
"Finn Hudson, are you taking this seriously at all?"
"Babe, yes, I'm just…"
"No, this is the biggest step in our relationship. I am ready to give you my entire being and you can't take the time to figure out what the hell you are supposed to do?"
"Rach, I kinda don't think it's all that hard, ya know? I mean I…" He chuckled at his own little joke (of course it was hard…painfully so) but he really hoped she didn't get it. When she growled, he knew she didn't.
"You don't think? Not all that hard? I have been researching, planning,and practicing…"
He swallowed hard at how she emphasized the word practicing. He just had to know. "Whoa…wait, wha…what does that mean? Practicing?" He choked out hating how his voice cracked and went up almost an octave.
"Well, if you want to know what I have been practicing then I suggest you turn on the computer—you know, the one you live on—and start getting some pointers. Oh, and check your email. There might be some motivation in your inbox."
With that, the line went dead.
He tossed his phone on the bed and quickly logged into his email. Sure enough, Rachel's email was there with a high priority flag on it. Of course she'd send it as urgent. He ran his finger over the email icon, debating whether or not he really wanted to see what she'd sent. What if it was a video of her practicing? His groin tightened to a whole new level of pain.
He was totally gonna need another cold shower. He wondered if him not taking hot showers anymore helped his parents' gas bill at all. After staring at it for a few minutes, he realized there wasn't an attachment, so maybe she just emailed to say what she was practicing; fuck, that didn't help 'cause her descriptions were too good. He finally decided he was screwed no matter what. He clicked the button and saw the link.
"HOLY FUCK!"
As you know I have been doing quite a bit of research and I came upon this very informative site. It contains everything from positions to ways to begin a ménage à trois (not that I am at all interested in introducing a third party into our relationship). I was particularly fascinated by the "all sex positions" link. You should see how many ways people can engage in intercourse. I am quite fond of the ballerina position myself. I can easily lift my leg onto your…well, come to think of it, given our height difference we may have to forgo the standing positions.
While that is somewhat disappointing there are plenty of other avenues we can explore. One I think would be ideal for your body type, and given your upper body strength, would be the big dipper. It might actually be a wonderful toning exercise for you! I thought either variation of the lotus might be nice for our first few times given the apparent intimacy. We can also work on the bridge, arch, any of the amazon positions, stand and carry, or the Vietnamese oyster. Oh and for foreplay, did you know there are numerous positions for oral sex alone? You learn something new every day. Well, I am off to dance class. I might try and stop by after if that is alright with you.
Oh and baby if you click on the individual pictures you will get a surprise. Love you!
He fought the urge to click a picture. He really did, but just the idea she had looked at each of these individually was enough to make his head spin. One picture…he could handle that, right? When the image finally loaded, he nearly choked on his own gasp. The fucking image was animated and what the hell was the guy doing? A reverse push up while fucking the girl on his lap? He shook his head; no way would that be possible. He stared at the image for a few more minutes and decided the computer generated image just wasn't going to help him figure out if it was actually doable. He Googled the position name, leaving up her link, and smiled somewhat smugly when a buttload of actual porn sites popped up with the exact title in them. After clicking on a few dead links, he found one that was up and running with exactly what he was looking for. He grabbed a pen and notebook, and quickly started scribbling down notes.
Damn, if he actually studied like this in school he'd be a fucking A student; too bad sex with your girlfriend wasn't a real subject.
He was so engrossed in his 'studying' he didn't hear anyone walk in his room until he felt his bed dip.
"How on earth is he able to balance on his arms like that?" Kurt asked curiously as he plopped down next to his step-brother.
"I…ummm…Kurt, do you mind?" Finn stammered uncomfortably. He and Kurt were well-past the weird stage, but watching porn together… yea, that kinda took things to a whole new level of 'no fucking way'.
"What? I'm not allowed to watch your pornographic programs with you? This isn't because you think I still harbor some attraction towards you, is it? I thought we were well past that unfortunate…."
"No, no dude, it's just that well…this isn't what it looks like and I have to say it is all kinds of weird watching this stuff with you. No offense."
"None taken. So anyway, since we are having a male bonding moment, do you think Blaine would like it if I were to…" Kurt started to ask, then suddenly tilted his head to the side.
"No…I mean NO…no…NO…" Finn choked out nervously.
"Is it healthy for a person to bend their body like that? She could slip a disc or something and end her obviously sad attempt at an acting career." Kurt changed the angle of his head to watch from different perspectives, seemingly oblivious to Finn's discomfort.
"Kurt, I don't really care if she slips a disc…whatever that is. I care about doing research, so…" Finn said, letting his words trail off as he slammed his notebook shut.
"I…I….I'm sorry. Did…did you say…research?" Kurt asked as through his sudden hysterical laughter, "What kind of…" When he looked over at Finn's serious yet humiliated expression, he sobered. "Oh, you mean, research."
"Look Kurt, I seriously don't want to talk about this with you. Sorry. Can you just…"
"Oh my God…really, Finn? Couldn't you have found a program with a better actress? I mean, her pitch is ridiculous. It is so obvious she's faking it."
Finn shook his head in response and then hit the close button on the browser. "What do you mean 'faking it'?"
Kurt simply rolled his eyes in response. "Even I know when a woman is faking an orgasm. Haven't you ever watched 'When Harry Met Sally'?"
Finn just stared blankly.
"You know…the film, circa 1990…Meg Ryan…Billy Crystal? Any of this ringing a bell? She faked a massive orgasm at a diner just to prove that ALL women can fake them."
Finn shook his head to which Kurt snorted as he got up and walked towards the door, muttering under his breath as he went. "…" he shook his head and sighed. "Okay, I'll leave you to your research then. Good luck with that."
Just as he was about to disappear into the hallway, Finn shouted out in a sudden panic. "Wait! What did you mean by 'all women fake it'?"
Kurt sighed dramatically and peeked back into the room. "Oh Finn, I am sure you have nothing to worry about. Besides, Rachel is a phenomenal actress so it wouldn't truly matter. You'd never know the difference," Kurt replied with a shrug.
"Whoa…wait…she'd…no, Rachel wouldn't ever do that," Finn argued pathetically; now he was even more nervous.
"I'm sure you're right. Rachel would never…"
"I'd never do what?" Rachel asked when she entered the room, looking between her boyfriend and best friend and knowing she had interrupted something.
"Nothing Rach," Finn replied, slamming his computer shut. Rachel looked back at Kurt, who offered her a weak smile before sighing loudly in Finn's direction.
"What is going on?" She asked forcefully, not caring who gave her an answer. Kurt glared at Finn, who was looking at anyone but him.
"Oh Diva, you have done a number on my brother." Rachel's now worry-filled eyes met Finn's and Kurt continued as he headed out of the room. "We were discussing how you would never fake an orgasm. Call me later," he added in a sing song, carefree voice. When he was gone, Rachel gave Finn a tight smile before shutting the door behind her.
"So, care to tell me what Kurt was talking about?" Rachel asked, moving to sit down on the bed next to Finn.
He visibly tensed at her sudden closeness. "Nothing Rach, just Kurt being Kurt. I thought you had a dance class?" He said icily without looking at her, causing her to bite her lip nervously.
"I…I skipped it. I felt bad about the way I was on the phone, so I came here instead. Are you upset with me?" She asked almost meekly—she was suddenly afraid to even touch him.
"No, Babe, I'm not mad, just…" he sighed placing his face in his hands.
"What? Are you worried about what Kurt said?" She asked pulling his hands away and forcing him to look at her. "Because I would never fake an…you know…with never would've even occurred to me a woman could."
Finn shook his head, laughing sardonically. "You can't even say the word orgasm, but you can send me links to sites with a ton of different sexual positions?"
Taken aback, Rachel scooted away slightly. "I…I'm sorry if I am nervous about all of this. I just thought if we knew what we were getting into, it might help."
"Well it isn't helping!" He spat, jumping up from the bed. "I know you're trying to make our first time memorable, but Rach, your texts and messages are literally killing me."
Rachel jumped up, grabbing his hands. "Wait, what? How…how is me being prepared killing you? I don't understand."
He could see the sincerity in her eyes. She truly had no idea what she was doing to him.
"Baby, I know you don't and maybe that's the problem. Your texts, messages, and pictures showing me all of things you are learning are too much for me. I spend every damn minute fantasizing about it, thinking about us together, and I can't think straight. I've taken more cold showers in the past 2 weeks than I have in my entire life. You once asked me if I thought you were hot because you didn't know. Well babe, you should have absolutely no doubts in your mind because you are ALL I can think about—especially now," he forced out. On instinct, he took her hand and pressed it against his already straining erection. She let out a small gasp as her eyes widened in response, but she didn't move her hand.
"I…I didn't realize I was making you…"
"Hard as a rock?" When she nodded with small smile, he kept going. "Yea, I told you before thinking about you got me going, but all this planning or whatever…it's horrible. God, the images of you and the bottle alone were enough to…" his rant was silenced with her mouth on his.
"Is…is there anything you can do?" She asked as broke the kiss and walked them back towards his bed, her lips kissing every inch of his neck and collar bone she could reach.
"No, I…fuck, I mean, it doesn't help," he gasped as he fell backwards onto the bed, landing semi-reclined and bringing her with him.
"Well, maybe I can help." She paused and glanced downward then added, "…with your perpetual problem, I mean."
He laughed at how she could be so confident one moment and so innocent the next. "My perpetual problem? You mean my…" Rachel placed her hand over his mouth, smothering his words.
"Yes, I just meant maybe if I helped alleviate some of the tension for you, you could go back to functioning normally." He pressed a kiss to the palm of her hand before she lowered it.
"You really are amazing, but I don't think there's much you can do other than not telling me everything you discover online."
Rachel smiled coyly before walking over to his door and turning the lock.
"What are you doing?"
"I think you misunderstood what I meant when I said 'help alleviate the tension'," Rachel said softly as she slowly walked towards a very dumbfounded Finn.
"Rach, you…I'm confused; are you saying you want to?"
Rachel shook her head in response. "No, I'm sticking to our date, but I think I can use some of the things I have learned to make life easier for you; for the next couple of weeks, anyway."
He stared at her as she lowered herself to her knees in front of him nudging his legs apart. "You…you don't…I mean…" He stammered, causing her to let out soft laugh.
"Now you can't manage to speak the words. This position is called 'Games On' and it is supposedly a great way to perform oral sex…if you want me to."
He let out a shaky breath and his fingers immediately went to her face. "Yea, I want you to, but only…"
When her lips came in contact with his stomach all words were lost. His fingers threaded into her hair and he lifted his hips slightly to help her ease his shorts down. She gasped softly when his erection came into view; they both realized it was the first time she had actually seen him.
"Hey, you don't have to…" He quickly said, tilting her chin upward towards him.
"No, no…I was just surprised is all. I want to do this for you, trust me." She nearly pleaded. She tentatively ran her fingers along the smooth tip, glancing up when he let out a ragged sigh. Her fingertips brushed along the underside before carefully wrapping around the base and stroking upwards. When his hips bucked up in her hand she stroked a little harder and faster, following the rhythm he set. His hands moved through her hair, slowly guiding her downward until her lips softly pressed against the tip of his head. He let out another sigh and, interpreting his response as a positive one, she slowly ran her tongue along the base of the head. She then breathed against the dampened skin, a technique learned through her research.
"Oh, God," he panted. She kissed her way down his hard, yet surprisingly smooth, hot shaft before sliding her tongue back up to the tip. When she looked up at him he was staring at her so intensely she thought her own body might actually burn up in flames. Without breaking eye contact, she lowered her lips back onto him, guiding the head into her mouth. She paused momentarily, still looking directly at him, then swirled her tongue over the tip and around the base of the head, enjoying the feel and taste of him. When his head fell back between his shoulders and he let out a throaty moan, she took him deeper into her mouth until the tip of his head hit the back of her throat. Her fingers wrapped around the base and she let him take the lead, guiding her up and down his shaft rhythmically. It wasn't long before his fingers tightened in her hair and his hips where moving in tandem with her mouth. They both knew he wasn't going to last, so she began humming notes with no true melody. She had read that the vibrations would intensify his climax and, to both of their surprises, it did. He tried to pull away, releasing her hair and screaming out her name but she shook her head and continued until she felt his body tremble as he released in her throat. Once the tremors subsided and his breathing returned to a semi-normal pattern, she slowly released him from her mouth. She pressed several soft kisses along his inner thigh before resting her cheek against his lap. He shifted back to a full sitting position and somehow bent down so he could bury his face in her hair.
"I didn't think it was possible," he whispered, his words muffled by her dark and silken strands.
With her lips pressed against his leg she replied in a breathy whisper, her voice full of uncertainty and trepidation. "What didn't you think was possible?"
He sat up, pulling her with him so she was sitting on one of his thighs. He pushed the hair away from her face and stared momentarily at her slightly swollen pink lips before shaking his head, seemingly at a loss for words.
"I…I didn't think it was possible for me to be more in love with you, but I was wrong…so very wrong because…" He felt his words get lodged in his throat and instead lowered his head to capture her lips with his. He slowly laid them both onto the bed, cradling his body between her bent legs. Her hand came to his cheek as she eyed him curiously, not recognizing the emotion in his eyes.
"That is how you make me feel every day," she whispered against his mouth before losing herself in the feel of his lips caressing hers. He kissed each corner of her parted lips and she sighed at the gentle, feather-light touch. He kissed the lower, sucking it softly before doing the same to the upper lip. Her fingers slid to the back of his head and she toyed softly with the hair at the nape of his neck.
"Stay with me tonight," he asked, his gaze burning into hers. "My mom is working another 12-hour shift so she won't be home until after we have school and Burt has to close up tonight. He would never know you were here."
Rachel smiled lovingly and leaned up slightly to brush her lips against his. "As much as I want to, you know I can't." He gave her a nod in understanding, but she could see the disappointment in his eyes. "I want to…you know that right?" He buried his face in the crook of her neck and she felt his breath fan against her skin.
"Yeah, I know."
"Besides, Kurt is here and I don't want to put him in the position of lying to your parents for us again," Rachel replied as her fingers slid under the hem of his shirt to slowly trail up and down his back.
"Yea, it would be worth whatever blackmail he came up with to have you here."
Rachel couldn't help but laugh when she felt his lips curl into a pout against her neck. "I think he has enough on us already and besides, I really do need to get home before my dads realize I skipped class."
He slid onto his side and propped his head up on his hand. "Yea, I don't think I could handle not being able to see you because you got grounded again," he admitted as his hands trailed along her side from neck to hip.
"You have to stop touching me like that or…" she sighed, silenced when his lips met hers again.
"Or what?" He breathed, his words hanging in the air like a cloud. She turned her head and reluctantly pushed at his shoulder.
"As much as I want to, I am not answering that because it can't happen tonight. I'm going."
He flopped back onto the bed trying to ignore the familiar tingling feeling in his groin when she crawled over him.
"I meant what I said, you know, and not just because of what you did."
She glanced over her shoulder before opening his door.
"I know, and I love you, too. I'll text you when I get home." He heard her footsteps fall away and let his eyes finally flutter shut only to fly open when Kurt appeared in his doorway.
"Well, I—and most likely all our neighbors within a 5-mile radius—can safely say you, my dear brother, weren't faking it. Actually, I believe I heard young sophomores weeping at the thought of you giving it up to…" Before Finn could respond with a well-aimed pillow, Kurt smirked and bounded out of the room.
"Not a word Kurt!" He shouted upon deaf ears. He glanced over at his phone, which had buzzed right on time.
Made it home. They didn't suspect anything. See you tomorrow. Love you.
Barely able to keep his eyes open Finn managed to text a quick I love you back, then was surprised when his phone buzzed again.
See, learning something new can be quite rewarding. Hope you enjoyed it as much as I did. Sleep well.
He groaned and threw his legs over the bed then headed to the bathroom. One text and all the memories of her lips on him flooded back, causing him to painfully harden.
He wasn't going to make it two weeks; hell he wasn't going to make it through tomorrow.
He jumped back and screamed when the ice cold water hit his body, trying to fight off the images of what they could do in the shower while now knowing how fucking amazing she was at going down on him.
He pressed his forehead against the cold tile and sighed. It was official; he was seriously addicted to Rachel Berry. The only question remaining was how the hell was he supposed to let her go in 5 ½ months.
