Chapter Ten: Idiot
Kurt had never been happier that his job was a roller coaster of one emergency after the other. It kept him from thinking about the empty space in his life where Nathan used to be. It had been three weeks and the instinct to text Nathan, the random thoughts that Nathan would like this, or I've got to tell Nathan about that, the images of Nathan as he fell asleep or laughed when Kurt went into complaining bitch mode, the way he felt when… god! Nothing helped with that.
Finn dragged Kurt to his gym. He promised that working out would make Kurt feel better, something about endorphins. A bit of an oversell, but it did define his muscles slightly, and while he was counting laps and reps, he wasn't missing Nathan so, yeah, he didn't complain about the gym too much. Finn was almost single-handedly saving Kurt's sanity. He listened. He didn't try and tell Kurt how to fix his life. He just listened. He also lied through his teeth, when Kurt wasn't up to talking to Burt. Kurt owed him big time.
Kurt was better. No more late night rants. He had stopped playing that dark, 'just put me out of my misery' music. He actually answered the phone when Burt called. Finn knew the old Kurt was finally back when he came home from work one night, threw his keys in the bowl on the hall table, and started to snark at Finn for watching the Ultimate Fight Club. He stood there, one hand on his hip, his head tilted slightly, his eyes lit with a teasing glint, slinging sarcastic darts at him, and Finn had to restrain himself from leaping over the couch and tackling him to the floor.
Finn was actually a double agent; he had to watch both Kurt and Nathan recover from the break-up. At school, Nathan avoided him for a while, eyes full of hurt. The weeks went by and Nathan stopped sneaking out of the teacher's lounge, whenever Finn was there. They shared coffee breaks and the odd spare period, and soon they were back to being the friends they had been before the break-up.
Finn and Kurt hit the showers at the gym, after their work out. Kurt toweled his hair dry. "So, what's new at hormonal high?"
Finn pulled an old, soft with age, sweatshirt over his head. "Well, there's a new guy, math teacher, just out of school." Finn sat on the bench to tie up his runners. "He's pretty quiet but he spends a lot of time with Nathan."
Kurt's fingers hesitated over the buttons on his shirt. "Oh?"
"Yeah, they haven't said, but I think there's something there." Finn watched Kurt carefully. He hadn't been sure that Kurt was ready to know this. "You okay?"
Kurt grabbed his gym bag, and shoved his work-out gear and wet towel in it. "I wish it had worked with us, but …" Kurt looked at Finn and smiled. "…I'm glad for him."
Kurt walked in the door just as Finn was walking out. "Basketball, see you later."
Kurt changed and read the labels in the freezer. He picked something shrimp, and zapped it. He found a fork, poured a glass of wine, and ate out of the container while he watched Downton Abbey. Later, turning channels, Kurt stopped to watch an unknown couple from a movie he'd never seen, scream at each other. "I know we're friends, fuck, we've been friends most of our lives. I know. I was there. Haven't you ever heard of friends with benefits?"
Kurt stopped flicking through the channels, the remote forgotten in his hand. His own words came back to him, carved in crystal. Forever ago, sitting right here on this couch, he had said to Finn, "You know, kind of like being with you…but, with sex." His mind played connect-the-dots. Images of Finn collided, one on top of the other, and then reformed in a different configuration.
The last image, the one that made him think this could work, was of the two of them here on the couch. The night he had fallen asleep, and woke to Finn kissing him. He had pushed the memory away months ago, but it was there now. He could practically feel it; Finn sliding down on the couch, pulling Kurt on top of him. He remembered how their mouths had locked, their tongues searching. Finn's hands gliding down his back, squeezing his ass. He remembered how hard Finn had felt beneath him, how good it had been before he decided it couldn't happen.
Kurt put his wine glass in the dishwasher. But it could happen now. Now, that there was no Nathan, no Rachel. Oh, yes, it could happen now.
Finn closed the door, and threw his keys down beside Kurt's. "Hey." He kicked his gym bag down the hall, apparently, under the impression that it was a football. Hair still wet from his after basketball shower, he flopped down beside Kurt. "True Bood?"
"Want me to rewind, you haven't missed much."
"Yeah." He nodded at the bag of chips in Kurt's hand. "I can report you to the health police for that, you know."
"Shut up, they're baked."
Finn snorted. "Of course!" He grabbed a handful. "Better than nothing."
"Please, feel free to not eat my chips!"
Finn laughed and took another handful.
Kurt turned the TV off, but he made no move to get up. His fingers played nervously with the remote.
"What?" Kurt wasn't the fidgety type, and the fact that he wasn't saying anything set Finn's alarms off. "What?"
"There was a movie on earlier, 'Friends with Benefits'. I was thinking…"
Finn swallowed. "Us?"
Kurt couldn't look at Finn. "Well, if you…"
Kurt never saw it coming. He didn't know anyone could move that fast. Finn grabbed his shoulders, twisted them both, and pulled. The next thing Kurt knew, he was on top of Finn, on the floor, and Finn's hands were in his hair. "Yes, yes, yes. Great idea. Yes." The words fell out of Finn's mouth in between kisses.
Kurt pulled back, and pushed himself away from Finn. "You sure? This isn't too weird? Step-brothers?"
Finn looked up at Kurt, his fingers tracing Kurt's lips. "Anyone ever tell you, you talk too much?" He slipped his hands under Kurt's T-shirt, long warm strokes, from shoulder to waist. Kurt arched into the touch, pressing his pelvis against Finn. Finn groaned and thrust up, and there wasn't any more talking.
They made it to Kurt's bed eventually; grabbing, and kissing, and grinding against each other. Falling against the wall in the hallway, as they tried to touch, and walk, and tear their clothes off, all at the same time.
Kurt tried to slow things down. "Finn, Finn, we've got all night. What's the rush?"
Finn kicked his shoes off. "Are you fucking kidding me?" He pushed his jeans and underwear down and off. He reached for Kurt's sleep pants, and pulled them off. He tugged Kurt close, skin to skin. "I've been waiting, wanting this for fucking ever. We can go slow next time!" He opened the drawer in Kurt's bedside table. He handed the lube and a condom to Kurt, and spread himself out on his back on the bed.
Kurt stood by the bed, taking in the view. All 6' 2" of Finn Hudson spread out on his bed was quite a sight. Finn's hand stroked Kurt's hip, and thigh. It curled around his hip, and clenched into his ass. "You going to stand there all night?"
Finn wasn't the only one who could move fast. Kurt was between Finn's legs, leaning over him, their cocks rubbing together as Kurt licked into Finn's mouth. Finn arched up into Kurt, moaning and muttering, "Good, you feel so good!"
Kurt knelt up between Finn's legs, and popped the top on the lube. He slicked his fingers. "Pull your legs back." Kurt licked one long stroke up Finn's cock, and rubbed his fingers over Finn's anus. Finn tossed his head on the bed, and grabbed the sheets in his fists. "Jesus! Kurt! Fuck!"
Finn was vibrating with impatience and need, his hands grabbing Kurt's hips, trying to pull him closer. Kurt sucked along the length of Finn's cock, not trying to get him off, just distracting him, while he inserted first one, then two fingers, stretching him. Finn didn't know, but Kurt did, some things couldn't be rushed, at least, not the first time.
When Kurt switched to three fingers, Finn gasped and arched his back. Kurt pulled off Finn's cock, and watched Finn's face as he flexed his fingers inside him. Finn stared back at Kurt, his eyes wide with surprise and arousal. "What's … god! That feels so…Fuck!" Finn moved back on Kurt's fingers. "Now, Kurt. Please. Fuck! Now!"
That was all Kurt needed to hear. He tore open the condom, and slicked up. He pulled Finn's legs over his shoulders, and lined up. He pushed slowly, letting Finn's body adjust. And then not slow; fast, hard. Reaching between them, he wrapped his hand around Finn's cock. Finn touched anywhere he could reach, finally settling on Kurt's ass, pulling him as close as possible. His fingers slipped between Kurt's ass cheeks, and stroked over his hole. Kurt snapped his hips, into Finn and back against his fingers. He tightened his grip on Finn's cock, stroking over the head. Finn lost it, his body pulsing around Kurt, one finger slipping into Kurt, and Kurt was done.
Kurt ditched the condom, grabbed his T-shirt and wiped Finn clean. He lay down beside Finn, his head on Finn's shoulder, one arm over Finn's chest.
Finn ran his fingers over Kurt's back. "God, that took you long enough. I was so afraid that you were never going to want this."
Kurt tilted his head, to look at Finn. "Me? Last time I checked, you were straight."
"Yeah, well, that was before you plastered yourself against me, trying to discourage Barry."
Kurt came up on one elbow, staring at Finn. "Really? Since then? But that was …"
"Fucking forever ago." Finn groaned. "Believe me, I know."
Kurt slid down again, fingers moving across Finn's nipple, trying to wrap his mind around the fact that Finn had been wanting this for so long.
They were quiet for quite a while, each lost in their separate thoughts.
"Tomorrow night…" Finn spoke hesitantly, feeling as shy as he had as a teenager. "Can you show me what you meant by rough?"
Kurt's face was incredulous, as he sat up and stared at Finn. His voice climbed to the stratosphere in surprise. "Tomorrow night?"
Finn winced, and his face shut down. He swung his legs out of bed. "Sorry, my mistake."
Kurt lunged, one arm tight around Finn's chest, the other arm swinging a smack to the back of Finn's head. "Idiot!" He tugged and Finn fell back onto the bed, looking up at Kurt with hurt eyes. "You think I'm dumping you after one fuck?" Kurt smiled and trailed a finger down Finn's chest. "What I meant, idiot, was what the hell makes you think we're waiting till tomorrow night?" Kurt tucked himself against Finn's side, his head on Finn's shoulder. "Just give me 20 minutes and I'll show you anything you want."
Finn's arms curled around Kurt, and he nuzzled his face into Kurt's hair. "Good."
Here's the weird thing about him and Kurt. Every time Kurt said, "idiot" Finn heard "I love you." Weird, right?