Disclaimer: I don't own Glee

A/N: Probably one of the toughest chapters I've ever written X.X it just kept going and going, so hopefully I was able to get my point through among my rusty ass attempt at prons…enjoy?

Warning: awkward slash action

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Chapter Ten

Black Out

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Friday came faster than he'd anticipated. By this time everyone knew about Finn and Rachel's break-up, and thanks to Jacob's blog the speculations were flying around even worse than the day he fainted. They hadn't talked since they broke up, which led to uncomfortable atmospheres in glee meetings. Mr. Schue was actually starting to fear that he would quit again, but this wasn't like what happened with Quinn and Puck, he was fine for the most part. Thankfully Santana and Brittany left him alone, he relented to do what they wanted, they were satisfied for now.

Now that he was a free man again, thanks to the Florence Nightingale effect that was still going strong, he was getting flocked by girls. Not one of them was Kurt.

It was stupid, but he had the tiniest hope that Kurt would start giving him attention like he did before when he was with Quinn. Nothing. Kurt didn't even bat an eye. All he did was say how sorry he was that he was no longer with Rachel and that was that.

Finn tried to ignore the empty feeling in his chest.

It was Friday. Today he would prove to himself that he wasn't in love with Kurt. He was going to do it with a guy and get the curiosity out of his system.

…He was going to have sex with another guy.

Finn gulped thickly as he shut the door to his locker. Logically, after breaking up with Rachel he took his stuff out of her locker and moved it back in his own, which was developing cobwebs and smelled funny in his absence. It was also where he kept Kurt's iPod. He hadn't touched it in days, afraid that it would only strengthen his feelings for its owner.

But he was nervous today, so he took it out and played it. The first song to come up was Ella Fitzgerald's rendition of Summertime. There were a lot of different versions of the song in the playlist. Finn had no idea how Kurt managed to find half of them. This one was a live show, the only sound being Ella's voice, two constant piano notes, and the occasional bass thrums. It served to put Finn at ease instantly.

There was no glee meeting today. Mr. Schue was doing some teacher thing, and there wasn't a sub at short notice. Great timing, now Finn couldn't have any extra time to think over what he was going to be doing with Sam in a few hours.

He followed the throng of students exiting the school, spotting Rachel and Quinn a few feet ahead. They weren't holding hands, but they were walking very close together. Finn figured they weren't making their relationship public either because of the bullying that might come with it, or they were doing it for his sake.

He was betting his money on the latter, only because they would stay far apart from each other in glee meetings whenever he was around. He didn't miss the longing looks they'd give each other, and instead of their unspoken rule to stay away from each other to make him feel better, it only served to make him feel like crap. If they loved each other, they didn't have to hide it.

Well. It hurt to know they were together, but not in the way he thought. He was admittedly jealous that they found something, and he was after someone that no longer wanted him.

He spotted Kurt farther up ahead, talking animatedly to Mercedes. They were arm in arm as usual. The pang in his chest was getting harder to ignore.

'It's just physical, get a hold of yourself,' he told himself, looking away.

"So hush…little baby, don't…. you cry," Ella sang softly in his ears.

He could see his bleach blond hair approaching him before he turned to him. He had his bag slung on one shoulder, a nervous look about him. Finn was glad he wasn't the only one.

"Hey," Sam greeted, joining Finn on his trek down the hall. "You ready?"

"I guess," Finn mumbled. He almost jumped when a hand grabbed his arm. It was Santana, with Brittany by her side.

The tanned girl jingled her house keys in front of him, "Don't wanna leave without these do you?" Finn flushed. He completely forgot about the keys. She tossed them to him, "just make sure to clean my bed when you're done, I don't wanna see dried up man sauce on my sheets when I come home."

Finn made a face, pocketing the keys, "what's in it for you if we do this?"

"Cleaning my sheets?" Santana arched an eyebrow as if he were stupid.

"No! I meant…" his cheeks pinked, "what Sam and I are gonna do…"

"There aren't enough gay couples in this school," Brittany answered instantly. Finn frowned at her. For someone who spouted the weirdest things, she kind of made sense. Brittany would plan something like this, but Santana wasn't that kind of person.

The cheerio rolled her eyes at Finn's pointed glare. "Please, I figured I'd help you out a bit, I mean the way you stare at Lady Face? It's starting to get pretty obvious," Finn opened his mouth to argue, but she pressed on, "I can be nice when I want you know!"

Yeah right. He didn't believe her at all. He looked to Sam, and could tell he was starting to have second thoughts. He must have realized exactly what the cheerio was capable of.

"So clean my sheets when you're done," she hooked her arm around Brittany's, "the washer's in the basement, you don't need coins for it, and when you leave, put the keys in the flower pot," she gave them each a leer and steered her girlfriend out the school.

"Have fun you guys!" Brittany called after them.

As cheerful as she was, it did nothing to raise Finn's spirits. He'd been dreading this since the day he agreed to do it. Readjusting his backpack, he trudged on to the parking lot, Sam following behind him.

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The drive to Santana's house was quiet. Finn didn't dare connect Kurts iPod to the radio, afraid of giving Sam any ideas that he was more than a little interested in Kurt…or that he was on the gay side seeing as the iPod itself was decorated in purple flowers.

Then again what did that matter? He was going to do something gay anyway…

He didn't notice that Sam was just as nervous as him.

Santana's house was at the edge of the next town, in other words, pretty far. Finn still wasn't sure why the girl didn't just go to a closer school. The long distance only added to the nerves upon nerves of growing fear of what would be happening when they reached her house.

He was going to top right?

Just because he had that one wet dream with Kurt topping him didn't mean he was a bottom, that just…didn't feel right.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" Sam's voice cut through his thoughts.

"We have to know don't we," Finn turned the corner and hit one of the busier streets. He grew jealous of the oblivious kids wandering around with their friends. What he wouldn't give for that naivety to come back. He wouldn't have to worry about girls, guys, sexuality, nothing. All he'd worry about was if he'd be able to catch his favorite cartoon show in time and whether or not he wanted pizza or chips to go along with it.

"Yeah, but, you've been against it ever since Santana suggested it," Sam shrugged, playing with the loose thread on the bottom of his old backpack. "We don't have to do this you know, we can figure it out another way…"

Finn spared the blond a glance. "You scared?"

"No! I mean…" it was almost impossible for Sam not to pout with the huge lips he had, "a little…maybe…who's…" he blushed, "who's topping?"

The quarterback turned red and almost crashed into the car ahead of him. Finn clutched the wheel and tried to get his bearings. "I-I kind of thought it'd be me…"

Sam blinked owlishly at the driver and gave out a short chuckle, "yeah, I guess that makes sense."

They continued driving in silence.

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As promised, her house was empty. The lights were out, and it was freaking cold. Finn had once been in Santana's house and it didn't bring any good memories. One second he was doing it with the cheerio, the next, he realized he felt nothing to it and was tossed aside. Number one stupidest thing he'd ever done.

And now he was back at her house about to do another potentially stupid thing that could rival the first. Funny how it kept happening in Santana's room…

"She has a lot of plushies," Sam noted absently, tossing his bag on the floor. Finn looked around the very girly room crowded with plushies and random cheerleader school spirit decorations and nodded.

"I think they've been breeding…they're probably all from Brittany," he made a face at one particular plushie of a very pink unicorn sitting by the dresser and facing the bed. He didn't want to look at that while he was doing it!

Which reminded him.

Sam raised an eyebrow as Finn looked through every corner of the room. He bit back a laugh; Finn looked very much like a dog sniffing around for something. "What are you doing?"

The quarterback replaced the star decorated lamp to its shelf, "I'm checking for cameras, I still don't think Santana's being nice to us by lending us her room." He glared at the teddy bear in his hands, could there be a camera stuffed inside? "Any normal person would think it's gross to lend their room for…well, what we're gonna do…"

The blond laughed. Then it died when he really thought on it. Santana wouldn't…

He joined Finn in his search for cameras.

There was nothing, not even a recorder. So maybe Santana was being nice, it was still weird she gave them her room. Now they were settled on her bed about a foot apart from each other, fiddling their thumbs as if waiting for the other to do something first.

It stayed that way for a long five minutes.

"So…how are we gonna do this?" Sam asked, not looking at him. Finn rubbed the back of his neck distractedly and shrugged. He had no idea; all he had to go by was a dream.

"I guess we start with kissing…" he could feel his face go red. If it was a guy, Finn could only imagine kissing Kurt. Kissing another guy in reality was completely different.

"Okay…" Sam nodded uncertainly. They looked at each other, eyes on the others lips for another long minute. "So…" Sam hesitantly leaned forward. Finn tilted away for a second out of instinct, then quickly remembered he wasn't supposed to do that and inched forward as well.

Their lips pressed against each other, shyly brushing and timidly sucking as if they were afraid of doing too much. Finn shut his eyes tightly, trying to find any kind of pleasure in kissing a guy. His breath wasn't bad, just as normal as anyone else's, maybe a bit minty.

He tried to imagine himself kissing Kurt, but there was only one thing that kept him from picturing the glee diva.

Finn pulled away, "dude, you're lips are huge," he blurted out.

Sam gaped at him. "What?"

Finn flushed, realizing how stupid he sounded. But it was true. Sam's lips were too big and…and attention hogging! Nothing like what he imagined Kurt's lips to be. "Forget I said that…"

Sam arched an eyebrow. "You know it's okay if you don't want to do this."

"No, it's just…" he looked away in shame, "I've only imagined kissing Kurt, which is already weird, but this is weirder."

Sam frowned thoughtfully. There had to be a way to make this easier. He walked to the window, shut the blinds and covered the curtains. Finn watched curiously as he went around the room, covering any sign of light sneaking through cracks before turning the light switch off.

The room was swamped in pitch darkness. Finn could only see a thin lining of Sam's shape coming back to the bed, and then a dip beside him when he sat down.

"Maybe it'll be easier if we have the lights off," Sam's voice cut crisply through the darkness, "you don't look anything like Mike either."

Finn rubbed his clammy hands on his legs. Sure the darkness helped his nerves, but not by much, he was still going to get naked. With another dude.

One thing still bothered him. "What made you like Mike?"

The bed moved up and down as the blond squirmed uncomfortably. "It's kind of weird, but it was after the Rocky Horror thing. Ever since Mike pulled out I started wondering how the show would be if he stayed as Frank-N-Furter, then I…" Finn could feel him shake his head in embarrassment, "started picturing him in fishnet stockings and…well…there's that scene where he's all over Rocky…"

Finn tried to picture it, but instead of Mike, Kurt instantly flashed in his mind. What would have happened if he'd agreed to be Frank-N-Furter instead?

Kurt in fishnet stockings, heavy make-up, and platform heels.

…That was a little too kinky for him.

Wasn't there one scene where Frank-N-Furter had sex with Brad?

His face was heating up again.

"Anyway, let's try again," Sam went on, "I imagine you're Mike, and you imagine I'm Kurt – "

"But his hair's not as long as yours and you have big lips," he panicked.

"Just use your imagination," Sam said dully, "you sound like you don't want to do this. I said it was okay if we didn't – "

"No it's…" he shook his head. He had to get it together; he needed to know right now if what he felt for Kurt was more than just physical. "Okay…let's just kiss again."

He couldn't really see Sam, just the very faint blue lines of his face from whatever light was coming into the room. Leaning into each other was a lot trickier now that the room was pitch black. The first time they leaned in, they hit their noses, then their chins, and somehow Finn managed to poke Sam in the eye. Finally, they got it right and found each other's lips by accident.

'Okay. Just think of Kurt,' Finn chanted in his head. He pictured himself in his 'almost stepbrother's' room. They would be sitting on his fashion forward but quite uncomfortable couch. He would have the smaller teen on top of his lap, hips grinding, lips sucking. Kurt had such soft lips, his hips fitting perfectly against his, their chests pressed to the other as they clutched each other.

Finn bit back a moan. This was the first time he was fantasizing about Kurt on his own will. His pants were getting tight.

In the darkness the size of Sam's lips didn't matter as much anymore. Finn had Kurt on his mind; as far as he knew, he was kissing Kurt right now. He brushed his tongue against his bottom lip. 'Kurt' gasped in surprise, Finn took the chance to sneak his tongue in, exploring the others mouth.

His mouth was hot, a slick velvet tongue sliding against his, wrapping and massaging. Finn grabbed 'Kurt's' shoulder to steady himself and pull him closer. This felt strange, like another dream, but more real. He wanted more.

Sam stiffened when a large hand started palming determinedly over his chest. Turning off the lights definitely helped Finn, now it was his turn. Sam shut his eyes and pictured Mike sitting in Finn's place, kissing him, holding him, running his hands through his hair. He reached out blindly, finding a tense arm hiding under a loose sweater. He pulled closer.

Kurt wasn't as big or as muscular as Sam. Mike was much leaner than Finn.

He pulled 'Mike' on top of him. The bed creaked as he lay back. 'Mike' blanketed heavily over him, but it felt nice, more than nice, almost perfect…

'Kurt' gasped against his mouth as their hips slid against each other. Finn's mind went blank. The fantasy feeling more real in the darkness.

The bed squeaked and groaned in protest as the two boys hesitantly explored each other. Experimentally rubbing here, touching there, imagining with all their willpower, and embarrassedly excited at the thrill of doing something they were always told was wrong.

Warm trembling fingers pulled at clothing. Fumbled over buttons. The uncomfortable tightness relieved slightly from the constant friction of groin against groin.

Someone gasped.

A zipper ripped through the heated darkness.

A groan.

A rustle.

Then a pause.

More rustling. Heavy breathes. The air was growing thick and hot. More friction. More touching.

The world fell back down on Finn when he realized he was completely naked and practically plastered against an equally naked and sweaty Sam.

Sam. Not Kurt.

And there was a hardness other than Finn's in between them. He gulped. What should he do? He said he'd top, but he had no idea how with a guy. The last time he did anything sexual Santana kind of led through the whole thing, and Rachel wasn't much help in the little moments they had, much less Quinn –

"Don't think about it," Sam's breathless voice ghosted over his face. He pulled Finn down and latched onto his lips once more. Their bodies slammed against each other, and for the first time Finn could really feel how a naked guys body felt against his.

There were no boobs in the way, no delicate curves or soft skin. It was all hard muscle and power. There was no fear of going too hard for fear of breaking something. He could feel every tiny movement Sam made, from his chest rising and falling, to the little jerks of his hips trying to stay under control. And then those large calloused hands clutching at his back and pulling at his hair…

It was exhilarating.

Once again Finn's mind was stolen by his fantasies.

'Kurt' squirmed underneath him, his legs spreading, thighs firmly pressed on either side of Finn's hips, pulling him closer, their cocks grinding. A giant heated wave of pleasure engulfed them. Finn cried out softly into 'Kurt's' mouth.

'Kurt' broke their kiss for air. Finn continued his kisses down his neck, tasting salt and sweat. 'Kurt' hummed pleasantly against his ear. Breath tickling his skin.

"Fuck me," he whispered, grinding harder into Finn's hips.

That almost did it.

"Shit…!" Finn gasped, pushing away from 'Kurt' his cock twitching in excitement. He was close. He was really close. Damnit why did he have to have this problem!

"Sorry," he could feel Sam sit up in front of him, "I kind of got into it…"

"No it's…" he forced slow steady breaths. Calm down. Don't blow just yet. Calm down. "I…" he blushed in embarrassment, thankful that Sam couldn't see him. "I kind of have this problem…"

"Huh?" there was a long pause and then, "oh…OH! Uh…then are you gonna be able to…?"

"Yeah," he answered quickly, grasping his knees. It seemed to be working; he managed to escape the dreaded pre-mature climax. "I'm getting better at it…I think…"

There was another pause. Finn wasn't sure if that meant they should start making out again, but then Sam moved around him and leaned over the bed. There was a series of zippers flying and rustling before he pulled back up again holding something that was crunching and ripping.

"Here," he reached out blindly and grabbed Finn's hand, placing in it something that felt like a flimsy rubber disc. "Might as well do this now than skirt around it."

Finn nodded mutely. He placed the condom on as another sound pierced through the darkness, this time of what seemed to be a plastic lid of a bottle snapping open.

"What are you – shit!" Finn jolted when a cold goo slicked hand knocked against his stomach and grabbed his erection, jerking it a few times before shakily going away.

The bed creaked as Sam crawled towards Finn and loosely straddled his waist. He could hear Sam squeeze some of the contents of the mystery bottle on his hand before tossing it aside. At first Finn wasn't sure what he was doing, and it took him a good minute to really think on it for him to figure it out.

Of course. Girl's had their own natural lubrication thing going on. Guys didn't have that. So then…

Sam rested his forehead against Finn's shoulder, the little hitches in his breath telling the Frankenteen enough of what was happening.

Finn blushed.

And he wasn't sure why, but he felt himself grow harder.

…But that's gross! Sam was sticking his fingers in his ass! How did that even remotely feel good!

…What did it feel like?

Before he could give himself any second thoughts, Finn grabbed the bottle by his side and squeezed out a good amount of the mystery goo on his fingers. Slickening them up, he reached behind Sam and grabbed the blond's hand.

"Let me try," his voice sounded husky, but he didn't pay it any mind. Sam let out a sigh and pulled his hand away to steady himself better against Finn.

He grabbed at Sam's round cheeks, like he used to with Rachel. They felt firmer and less curvy. Another strangely nice difference. Finn bit the corner of his lip in concentration and sneaked a finger down the crack, finding the little wrinkled entrance winking in anticipation.

He sank a finger in slowly. Sam's breathing hitched like before. He slid it in deeper and the blond winced in pain.

'I can't believe I'm doing this,' Finn thought wonderingly. He shut his eyes and imagined Kurt once more.

He would be just as tight, hugging his finger and pulling him in welcomingly. He was burning on the inside. Shuddering and writhing with ecstasy at his one touch. Arching his back beautifully, pushing against his finger to get more of him.

"Nnh…" 'Kurt' mewled, startling Finn.

He hadn't realized he pushed a second finger in. Sam seemed to be over his pain from the looks, or rather feel, of how he shallowly rolled into his fingers.

They kept that way for a bit longer. By the time Finn added a third finger, Sam smacked his hand away.

"I-I think I'm ready," he stammered, hovering over Finn's hardness.

'Don't come, don't come, don't come,' Finn chanted in his head. There was an awkward moment in which they had to work to keep Finn's tip from slipped around and away from Sam's entrance. Sweat was starting to bead at Finn's forehead by the time he finally penetrated the other teen.

All that preparation seemed to do nothing. "Shit…freakin…tight," Finn was only able to say in his efforts to keep from coming. Sam didn't have anything to say, shoulders tense from the pain of having something big invade him.

He felt like he was going to split in two. He felt like it was going to cut off.

Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

They waited again.

And waited.

And wondered how the hell gay guys did it.

Finally, Sam was relaxed enough to go down further.

And further until his was sitting neatly on Finn's lap.

It felt good. It felt really good. But he was getting close again. He tried to warn Sam, but he moved again. Going up.

Then down.

Up…

…down…

Up…down..up..down. Up. Down. Up. Down.

They were panting. Too caught up to talk. Sam's blunt nails dug into Finn'a back, his cheek pressed against his. He was in pain, but it was slowly melting away. The invader didn't seem as weird anymore. What if he pushed further…?

Sam arched sharply with a shuddering gasp. Finn wasn't sure what happened, but the blonde started bouncing faster, skin loudly smacking against his.

"Fu…ck…!" the blond gasped, unaware that the little noises he made were pushing Finn further to the edge.

'Don't come, don't come!'

Too late.

He let out a strangled groan of protest, quickly pulling out of the surprised and now disappointed Sam, and ripping off the used condom. He rode out the rest of his climax, humiliated.

There was an awkward silence.

Finn sighed. Even with a guy he still sucked at controlling himself.

"So…anything?"

"What?" he frowned, trying to spot Sam through the swirling stars still fluttering in his vision.

"Do you like Kurt or was it just physical?"

It was too quick, he instantly thought, then flushed. "I…don't know…" he rubbed the back of his neck, "it's the same as when I did it with Santana, I felt nothing…well…I guess it was too short to tell…" he slumped his shoulders, he really was lame.

"I think I like Mike," Sam admitted quietly, shyly, "I didn't feel much either, but when I started thinking about him…it's more than just sex."

Finn looked down at where he assumed his hands on his lap would be. "I still don't know." He flushed again, that sounded like an invitation! "I mean, I'm not saying we should do it again, I mean I kind of suck at –"

"Let's try it another way," Sam cut in innocently, "I'll top."

"But –"

"We might as well, I'm still hard," he was leaning over the bed again. "Maybe you really like Kurt topping you, but you don't know it yet."

Finn stiffened. His wet dream coming back to him. Sam busied himself with slipping on the condom and lubing himself up. That dream…Why was it Kurt topping him? It couldn't have been based on all the times he caught his almost-stepbrother having brief moments of masculinity. The guy was smaller and more flamboyant than a girl! He, Finn Hudson, was quarterback of the football team, he dated girls, he was probably the manliest guy around, why the hell would he be a bottom!

And wasn't that shit painful anyway!

He was pushed back to lie against the bed. His head hit a very soft and fluffy pillow. A reminder that they were in Santana's room, the girl who took his virginity and who was lending them her room for…this.

Finn scowled and pulled the pillow out, tossing it haphazardly aside. Later when the lights would go back he'd consider himself very lucky for not tossing it just a little bit harder and hitting the gaudy expensive looking star lamp.

He could hear Sam spreading the cold goop on his fingers like a drum beat to his doom. Lips were on his again, knees plying apart his rigid legs. Finn expected fingers to be poking at his ass, but they didn't come. One goo-less hand was running up and down his chest, massaging and caressing.

"Just think of Kurt," Sam said softly, his slickened fingers confidently gripping Finn's deflated member.

Kurt jerking him off…

Kurt kissing him and rubbing his slim body against his like the time he sang Closer. That was one lucky mic stand…

He thought back to the dream. As much as he hated it, he pictured it correctly, with Kurt taking the lead and pushing him onto the sofa, tearing through his clothes and desperately grinding his hips against him. Finn remembered involuntarily opening up to the smaller teen. He couldn't recall being so eager before with girls.

He cringed. 'Kurt's' finger had entered him without warning. It wasn't painful at first, just really weird; it didn't belong there. Finn bit his lip and tried to relax, remembering that's what Sam did.

Another finger entered, the weirdness turning into pain and discomfort. Now this felt really unnatural. Perhaps he really was straight after all.

"Relax," 'Kurt' breathed into his ear seductively. Finn shivered.

The fingers started moving in shallow thrusts as the pain ebbed away. The weirdness was still there. Finn squirmed uncomfortably. Out, they needed to get out…they needed to…to…

He frowned curiously. As odd as it was, it was starting to feel a little good in a painful sort of way….

No wait…he shimmied a little more against the fingers. It felt kind of nice….

No…really nice…

He couldn't stop the little noise from escaping his lips as he pushed a bit more demandingly into 'Kurt's' fingers. His member was back to life again.

Finn bent his knees up for more leverage and he rolled his hips harder. He didn't expect this to feel so teasingly good. He tossed his head to the side, digging into the mattress.

All too soon, the fingers left.

And all too quickly something huge was barging into him.

"Shit!" Finn blurted out, instinctively clenching up.

"Ow!" Sam pulled out, "dude relax, it's not that bad."

Of course it wasn't that bad for Sam, he was topping! Finn settled down and forced himself to relax his muscles. He couldn't figure out how he managed to get inside Sam before without splitting him in two, or why the blond even found it pleasurable.

So again, how did gay guys do it?

The gigantic thing was forcing itself in him once more. Finn clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. He could feel himself start to go soft. There was nothing sexy about this, it really hurt.

Lips slid over his throat, nipping and sucking at skin. A hand was coaxing his ass to relax, gripping and massaging him rather nicely. Finn breathed deeply, shyly spreading his legs a little more to give Sam more room, and to hopefully reduce some of the pain.

The huge rod inched further little by little. Finn let out a grunt of pain. Just a bit and Sam would be fully sheathed inside him.

He pulled out slowly. Finn let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Sam pushed back in and his breath got caught in his throat again. He pulled out…pushed in…

Finn clenched the sheets so tight they were starting to hurt. With every turtle slow thrust, Sam was getting deeper inside of him. It felt too invading to be good.

But aside from that it felt wrong.

Sam wasn't Kurt.

Maybe he really did like the diva.

No. It had to be physical! Kurt was already over him wasn't he? Liking him back would be useless now.

Somewhere between contemplating his feelings and handling the pain, Finn started to feel strange. Something was happening inside him like with the fingers, but more extreme. It felt like all his frustrations were being pushed away like it would with a massage. A very intense massage from deep inside him.

All of the sudden being gay didn't sound so bad after all.

Sam remained ignorant of the other boy's little epiphany. He kept his steady pace, lips still latched on Finn's neck, arms holding him up on either side of Finn's head. He did notice something changed when the teen underneath him started writhing, bucking his hips up to meet his.

"H-harder!" Finn gasped.

All the shocked Sam did was imagine it was Mike who said that and he was off like a rocket.

The bed was creaking once more, jerking back and forth, occasionally banging against the wall. Finn grabbed hold of Sam's hips as the blond sat up for a better position, his fingers creating bruises on his pale skin.

More.

He wasn't sure why, but it was like his body was telling him there was a higher bliss yet to be reached. It was awfully alluring, yet so far away, and the mounting pleasure as Sam continuously pounded him only helped in erasing his sanity.

Sam was having the same trouble as well, but he didn't dawdle in his thoughts. He slammed his hips harder and faster.

The bed's creaking, banging, groaning competed with their great moans and gasps for air. And finally…

Finn's blunt nails dug into Sam's skin, a cry of pure ecstasy ripping out of his throat. He didn't care anymore, he spread his legs as wide as possible, inviting Sam to push deeper inside him.

'Kurt' moaned and obliged, hitting that wonderful sweet spot within Finn each and every time.

The quarterback arched involuntarily, panting and whining softly, lost in the heaven of absolute rapture. He needed this. All the daily pains and frustrations of life, Rachel cheating on him with Quinn, struggling with his feelings for Kurt, school, family, everything! It was all wiped clean off his body. Finn never felt so good in his life, not with Santana or Rachel. He needed this rough and powerful body with its flat muscular planes against him, pounding the living shit out of him, relieving him, giving him instant satisfaction! This was bliss! This was incredible!

"Kur…Kurt…!" he panted, licking his dry lips, tossing his head from side to side. "Fuck…Kurt – hnn!...Kurt…!"

'Kurt' grabbed him confidently. Finn couldn't hold it in anymore, he came. His cum spilled over so powerfully some splattered over his face. 'Kurt' kept his grip on him, stroking him firmly, and milking him until he rode out his climax. Through the hazy fog of dazedness and his slow descent from heaven Finn could faintly hear Sam come too, some seed spilling over his splayed out thighs. He didn't mind.

Finn shut his eyes, still breathless, his muscles a mess of jelly.

So that's how gay guys did it.

TBC