It went better than I thought ^^ it's actually the longest chapter so far.
chances are I can't do better, so it'll have to do for now :]
I'm itching to write a silly one-shot, with it being christmas soon and all. That might delay the next chapter, but you're not holding your breath anyway, are you? So that should be fine.
Thanks for the reviews by the way, you guys are lovely.
(And I'm sincerely sorry if I messed up ^^)
„Brotherly Love" chapter 7
Finn carefully removed his left arm from the backrest, got up and left the room as quickly as possible without looking like he was running away.
Which was of course was what he was doing, but he didn't want to admit it, not even to himself.
While moving up the stairs he mourned the loss of Kurts warm body snuggled to him. He felt cold.
For the second time on that day he wanted to go to bed and just sleep.
He entered his bedroom with the intention of dropping on his bed and falling asleep at once, if his body let him.
It was dark, but he didn't switch on the light.
He walked in the darkness, carefully groping till he reached his bed.
He turned on the light on his night table. When he realized that his blanket was still over on Kurts bed, he decided to grab his blanket and then drop on his bed and fall asleep.
Thanks to Kurts obsession with interior design this was not quite as easy as it sounded.
He had insisted that the room had a „consistend theme" or something like that, so they had the same bedclothes.
It was a 50/50 chance of getting the right blanket on the first try.
He chose the one that lay on the bed, which in retrospect was stupid, since Kurt was probably not crazy enough to pull the blanket he had been lying on out and throw it on the floor, only to put the blanket that had covered him on the bed.
A quick sniff brought him beyond doubt as to which blanket it was.
He could smell the dozens of cremes and lotions Kurt used on a daily basis.
There was also a hint of the almond-conditioner, that Finn was forbidden to even touch.
Mh, it smelled good.
Without thinking about it he picked up the blanket from the floor and threw it on Kurts bed. He then carried Kurts blanket over to his bed, took off all of his clothes apart from his boxers and curled up in his bed.
He shortly considered putting on his pyjamas, but he was too lazy.
It soon became clear that falling asleep was not an option.
The smell of Kurt, courtesy of the blanket, made it impossible to relax.
On the contrary, he was becoming more tense by the second.
When his brain decided this was a good opportunity to present him with the memory of Kurts body pressed to his, he gave up.
Burying his head in the folds on the blanket he reached down to his boxers. He gently touched the bulge, imagining it was Kurts hand brushing over it.
His eyes were closed and as he went on caressing his erection through the thin fabric of his boxers his mind was flooded with images of Kurt: Kurt laughing, Kurt crying, Kurt pouting and the way Kurt looked when he slept.
His hand automatically reached to his night table, where he kept a hand lotion, „because of his dry hands". Thankfully his mother had never mentioned it, so he hoped that she was not actively searching through his belongings.
About halfway a thought hit him. He got up and went over to Kurts identic night table.
It had never occurred to him to search through it, so he had no idea what it contained. Though his efforts might be futile, he gently opened the topmost drawer.
As was to be expected it was very tidy and neat. There were half a dozen combs, though why one person would need more than one was a mystery to Finn, a chap stick, though Kurt always denied wearing any, a mirror, a colourful collage of pictures of famous people grouped around the word „courage" and finally a little jar that seemed likely to contain what he was looking for.
He took it out, careful not to disorganize the contents of the drawer in the process and to remember the exact location of the jar for later.
The room had heated up, thanks to the radiator being on for several hours, but it was still rather cold. Finn shuddered in his inadequate clothing, which after all only consisted of his boxers, and hurried back to his warm bed.
In the light of his bedside lamp he examined the jar.
It was „body butter", whatever the hell that was, of the Raspberry/Coconut variety.
That sounded good enough to eat, but the label clearly stated that it was under no circumstances to be consumed.
He carefully removed the lid and sniffed the contents. Hesitantly he touched the substance.
It was somewhat gooey at first, but it melted due to his body heat and he figured it would probably do the trick.
He couldn't resist licking a bit of the body butter off his hand, but regretted it immediately. No matter how nice it smelled, it tasted very unpleasant.
Cringing he vowed never to doubt labels in the future.
He quickly turned to more pleasant thoughts. He scooped up a small amount of the dubious body butter, after all he didn't want Kurt to notice that he had been taking his stuff, and let it melt in his hand.
He put the jar on his night table and gently slided his slick fingers down the length of his erection. It was quite different from the hand lotion, less gliding, but on the plus side it smelled very nice.
He had noticed the smell on Kurt occasionally, but he had never been able to relate it to any of the products he used.
Musing about Kurts smell, he began to stroke himself. His movements grew quicker when he conjured up the sensation of Kurt nestled up against him, the warmth of the other boys body. Kurts face was before his eyes, smiling seductively with those insanely gorgeous red lips.
The lips that wore chap stick. That did it for him, Finn came, staining not only his covers, but also Kurts blankets in the process.
He panted, sweat covering his body. He really needed a shower, but his thoughts were obscured by a post-coital haze and he couldn't bring himself to get up.
Sleepily he wondered what taste the chap stick was and vowed to find it out when he got a chance to kiss Kurt..
OoO
Kurt and Carole had finished watching the Wedding-video.
„I don't know about you, but I want to watch it again." said Kurt with a bright smile.
„Oh, sure, honey" Carole was somewhat less excited at the prospect of watching the video again, for the third time, but it was a good opportunity.
Maybe Kurt would pick up on it on the second try. He was a smart boy after all. Judging by the looks the wedding party had exchanged most people seemed to have picked up on it, admittedly not Carole, but she blamed the tears she had shed.
Finns speech and the song had plucked her heartstrings.
When his behaviour didn't change the second time around, he even teared up at the wedding vows again, she decided she would have to take the initiative.
„Kurt, er," only she didn't know how to say it, a problem encountered by her son earlier that day „how has Finn been treating you recently?" this was rather broad, but she didn't want to be more specific.
Kurt turned to her and laughed at her anxious face.
„Don't worry, he's been the best brother I could possibly hope for. I'm actually surprised how well we get along. Even the whole 'sharing a room' works better than expected. Well, except for that little incident in the bathroom today", Kurt chuckled.
Caroles brows rose up and disappeared behind her bangs. Trying to sound as calm and innocent as possible she asked
„What exactly happened?"
Kurt told her, still chuckling, about the events that had come about earlier, wisely leaving out the staring on Finns side.
Carole was soothed, somewhat.
The fact remained: her son had some kind of interest in his step-brother.
Which she didn't mind.
She was by no means homophobic.
Even if she had been, meeting Kurt would have cured her, he was such a singularly fantastic person.
It was Finns relationship with Rachel that made her uncomfortable. The poor girl would be heartbroken if Finn cheated on her, especially if it happened with Kurt.
She could not let that happen. For now she was unable to do anything, since the person she really needed to talk to was Finn, but he had fled.
Kurt seemed blissfully unaware of Finns potential interest and there was no way that she would change that.
As the last minutes of the video were running, guests congratulating the happy couple on the amazing wedding, there was the sound of keys in the front door. Burt was coming home.
Carole got up and greeted him in the front hall for a kiss and a briefing on recent events.
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Kurt was feeling comfortably sleepy.
Watching the wedding had given him a warm and fuzzy feeling in his chest and had reminded him of the great things in his life: his Glee-friends and his new family.
He felt incredibly grateful, but not grateful enough to stay downstairs to listen to his dad telling stories about his day at the garage.
When he got off the couch he noticed his slippers, which was odd, because he was sure that he hadn't put them there.
He didn't feel like solving this mystery just then, so he simply put them on and left the room.
He kissed his dad on the cheek while passing, oblivious to the questioning look he gave him.
Going up the stairs and down the hall he reached his bedroom and entered it.
OoO
„He seems normal enough" remarked Burt.
„It's not him I'm worried about" said Carole quietly.