"Brotherly" love – chapter 26
The two boys didn't even notice his arrival and he was at a loss at what to do, so he left them to it for the time being and went up to their room to change out of his uniform.
When he returned, wearing his favorite Alexander McQueen sweater, grey skinny jeans and a matching bow-tie, they were still at it, shouting excitedly when Finn managed to shoot something or someone.
Kurt tried hard not to roll his eyes, even though it was unlikely they would even have noticed.
He cleared his throat and their heads spun around so fast it was almost comical.
Finns face split into a smile as he recognized him and he greeted him with a warm "hello".
Puck looked slightly uncomfortable and got up at once. He let out a short "hi" and turned to Finn. They seemed to have a silent conversation solely through looks and then he started to smile as well.
"I should probably go." he gave Finn a quick hug, which made Kurt raise his eyebrows in surprise and then, on the way to the door, he stopped in front of Kurt and pulled him into a hug as well.
Kurt stood frozen on the spot, trying to make sense of what was going on, in vain.
When he let go, Puck smiled warmly at him(which was a first) and said "We really miss you Kurt. If you ever get sick of your new school, you can come back any time. We'll take care of Karofsky." he gave Finn a look and got a determined nod in return.
Kurt looked from one to the other, still confused, but also vaguely happy. It was the first time Puck had ever been nice to him and whatever the reason, he decided to just enjoy it.
With a smile that was probably supposed to be bad-ass, but really was just genuinely nice, he left.
Kurt looked after him. When he turned around, he saw Finn turning off the xbox and television.
He was still smiling, apparently he didn't find anything strange about Pucks presence at their home.
"Are you hungry?" he asked and Kurt could only nod dumbly. He was starving actually, since his lunch had been practically non-existent, but there was no need for Finn to know that.
They entered the kitchen and Finn made to warm up some left-overs from Sunday-dinner for Kurt.
Kurt sat down on the counter and watched him.
"How was school?" Finn asked, while waiting for the microwave to beep.
Kurt pulled a grimace, but he didn't really want to talk about it so he just said "fine" and hoped that would do.
It didn't.
"Everything alright?" Finn looked worried.
"Yeah, just another boring day at Dalton Academy. What was Puck doing here?" Kurt tried to change the subject.
Finns expression was a mix of amusement and embarrassment.
"We just talked. You know, about things. You know, he really meant it when he said we'll take on Karofsky if you, you know, ever want to come back." he grinned his lopsided smile and despite the overuse of 'you know' Kurt felt touched at the offer.
"I'll think about it"
Right on cue the microwave beeped and Finn did his best 'waiter-in-a-fancy-restaurant'-impression, which was not a very convincing, but hilarious one.
Kurt ate his meal. Finn had sat down next to him and stared at him. It was slightly unnerving, but also kind of nice. Between bites he tried to find out more about what was going on with Puck, but Finn dodged all questions skillfully and tried to change the subject to Dalton, which in turn Kurt tried to avoid.
All in all it was rather an unsatisfying conversation. At least the food was good.
After he had finished and placed the dirty plate in the dishwasher, he felt unsure what to do.
Things had been getting a little awkward recently. There seemed to be something going on that he didn't quite understand and he really wanted to find out more about it.
He opened his mouth to speak and at the same time Finn started speaking.
"We should talk" "There's something I need to tell you"
They stared at each other. Before they could say anything else, the front door opened and Carole came in, slightly swaying under the weight of the groceries she was carrying.
"I'm home! Help bring the shopping in boys!" she shouted, nearly walking into Finn in her eagerness to get rid of the shopping bags as quickly as possible. He jumped out of the way and grinned at Kurt, who couldn't help but smile in return.
It was so much livelier in their home with Carole and Finn.
"We'll talk later" he said, trying to sound casual. Finn nodded.
They helped Carole bringing in the shopping and then excused themselves, claiming to have unfinished homework waiting for them.
Carole looked after them as they ascended the stairs and gave their backs a calculating look. She had a feeling they would do anything but homework.
With a shrug she turned her attention back to the groceries, Finn and Kurt were nearly adults and they had been raised with a lot of common sense, she was sure they'd work it out.
Storing the shopping however was not so easy, if she didn't take care of it, there was no telling where everything would end up.
It wasn't that she didn't care about her son and her step-son, but she had priorities.
That meant, right now: taking care of the shopping, worrying about the boys: later.
And with any luck they would have solved their problems by then.
While Carole was pondering the issue, or rather not pondering it, the boys had arrived in their bedroom.
Finn was the last to enter the room and as he closed the door after them, he itched to lock it.
Which was ridiculous of course, what exactly did he expect to happen?
Before his fingers could betray him, he quickly went over to his bed and sat down.
He couldn't stay in one place though, he had to move, so he jumped up again and started pacing.
Kurt, who was sitting on his bed, watched him with an unreadable expression.
He had to get it out now. He stopped in his tracks and looked Kurt in the eyes.
"Blaine. You're boyfriend." he didn't know how to continue "he's, er, nice, is he?"
he winced internally, for not being able to come up with something better, but that was nothing compared to Kurt, who looked downright mortified.
Kurt cleared his throat "Can we, maybe, not talk about him?" his eyes looked up at him imploringly, but Finn was determined.
"No, this is important. I have reason to believe, that he is actually kind of a wanker." he bit back the 'literally', there were some things that Kurt didn't need to know.
Kurt sat very still, as if he thought that, if he didn't move, Finn wouldn't be able to see him and drop it, but obviously that didn't work. Sighing inaudibly he made to defend his ex-boyfriend, even though his feelings towards the Dalton boy were less than friendly after this day.
"He's not so bad really. He's polite and he's a great singer and...well, he is polite. I don't want to spend the rest of my life with him, or any part of it for that matter, but he is still a decent guy, I guess." he couldn't look Finn in the eyes and settled on inspecting his nails thoroughly, he really needed a manicure!
Had he looked up, he'd seen the tall boy standing rigid, trying to make sense of what he'd just heard.
"So, what you're saying is that you 'don't love Blaine'? Is that right?" Finn spoke slowly, hesitantly, because if that wasn't the case, he really didn't want to know.
Kurt looked at him, the face that Finn loved so much serious "I do"
Finn buried his face in his hands. Great. He would just go and kill himself now.
It was bad enough that he couldn't have him, but that Kurt actually loved that wanker, that was too much.
Small hands gently pulled his bigger ones away from his face.
Kurt had crossed the distance between them without making a sound and he was now standing in front of him.
His hands didn't let go of Finns, even though he tried to pull away, Kurt only held tighter.
"What I mean is 'I don't love Blaine'"
A smile spread over Finns face, it was so big it looked nearly painful.
Kurt didn't love Blaine. His day was saved. This might, in fact, have made his life.
He had a chance with Kurt, no matter how small it might be.
He couldn't contain his joy and relief, he needed to let it out, now.
With a quick movement he pulled his hands out of Kurts grasp and pulled him into a big bear hug.
Kurt didn't seem too surprised by the action, he simply reached up and linked his fingers behind Finns neck, pulling him even closer and his head lower.
Finn buried his head in the crook of Kurts neck and just enjoyed the moment.
Minutes passed.
Finns back was screaming at him to shift his position, but his brain insisted that there was no telling when he'd get another chance of being so close to him, so he had to make the most of it.
He could feel Kurts head turning, just a little and then he felt his breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of his neck.
And then he lost his mind and became delusional, because surely that couldn't be happening?
Lips brushed against his skin and then a tongue licked a little circle on his neck.
He shivered, partly because the saliva cooled his skin and partly because he found the thought of Kurt licking any part of his body so very enticing.
The goosebumps that broke out all over his body shortly after wards had nothing to do with coldness, it was in fact induced by a sudden exposure to heat.
Kurts mouth closed around his neck and the sudden heat and wetness sent tingles down his spine in the general direction of his cock.
As Kurt continued to let his tongue draw circles around his neck, he let his fingers draw small circles on the small of Kurts back. It was an oddly intimate situation and they both felt more relaced than they had in weeks.
Only when Kurt started sucking and gently nibbling, did Finn tense a little. The scales fell from his eyes: Kurt was working on a love bite and the way he went about it promised it would be of epic proportions.
He wasn't alarmed, but if he was going to walk around school with a love bite, he wanted to have an answer to the questions that were sure to be asked.
He wanted to answer them with 'my boyfriend'.
"Kurt?" he was answered with a vague "Mh?" and a particularly hard bite.
"You know how I told you, how glad I was to have you as a brother?" He felt Kurts body tense, but went on none-the-less "that was a lie"
Kurt pulled back at that. He got so far that Kurt could see the hurt expression on his face, before he pulled him back firmly to his chest.
He was tall and a jock, Kurt didn't have much of a choice, but Finn figured it would be best to finish his speech quickly.
He didn't put it past Kurt to bite him or do something similarly unpleasant and lord knew they could spend their time doing more pleasurable things.
"Hear me out please. It was a lie, because I don't want you as a brother. I love you Kurt and not in the way that I would love my brother." He took one hand away from Kurts back and scratched his head.
For one this gesture came as naturally as breathing to him and he also wanted to give Kurt the chance to escape, if that was what he wanted. Even though he felt that that might well break his heart.
Kurt pulled away from him, looked up at him sternly and punched him on the left arm with all his strength.
Which wasn't very much, but Finn got the message: Kurt was angry.
"Never. Scare. Me. Like. THAT. Ever. Again.!.Understand?" each word was accompanied by another punch.
"I love you Kurt" Finn looked at him sincerely. Kurts hand froze in mid-punch.
"Couldn't you just have said that?" he asked in a resigned voice. "Then I could have said 'I love you too' and he could" but he never got to finish the sentence.
Once Finn had comprehended that Kurt loved him too, he lunged forward and crushed their lips together.
The impact nearly knocked Kurt over backwards and he held onto Finns arms for dear life.
Finns tongue kept tracing his lips and he parted them all too willingly.
He had thought Blaine eager, but Finn was intense, almost desperate.
His tongue slithered over Kurts teeth, tangled around his tongue and was apparently planning on touching every last spot in his mouth.
Occasionally Finn would alternate between his explorations and simply suck on Kurts lips or his tongue.
After a few minutes of this, Kurt wretched himself away.
Gasping for breath he looked up to the taller boy in awe and wonder.
"Where did you learn to do that?" he asked, but quickly changed his mind "no, don't tell me".
He raised his hand and cupped Finns face to pull Finn into another one of those amazing kisses.
Finn had other plans. He picked him up unceremoniously and carried him over to Kurts bed.
He turned around until his back was turned to it and sat down carefully. Kurts legs dropped down on either side of him and he was straddling him.
His breath hitched and a surprised gasp from Kurt told him he was similarly thrilled.
Their erections touched ever so lightly through the few layers of fabric separating them.
Finn pushed back against the wall in small bumpy movements, each of them generating thrilling friction.
Kurt bit his lips to stifle a moan, while Finn didn't bother hiding his arousal, he emitted a growl and smiled wolfishly "I've dreamed of this" and with that he initiated another kiss, that was nothing short of the first one.
While his lips were thusly occupied, his hands slid up to Kurts neck and undid the bow tie.
It wasn't easy, since he couldn't see what he was doing, but he succeeded eventually and tossed it away carelessly.
He let his hands glide down a little lower and started unbuttoning Kurts shirt.
At first he let his hands wander around for a bit after each newly opened button, appreciating every new bit of exposed skin, but he had trouble stopping, so he steeled himself and opened them all as quickly as possible.
When they were finally open, he pushed the shirt open, letting his hands roam over the smooth, hairless chest. He especially enjoyed touching Kurts nipples, which were erect, but still soft to the touch, like velvet.
He lingered for a little while, teasing with the tips of his thumbs, causing Kurt to shudder in pleasure.
With difficulty, he broke away and finally pulled the shirt off. He firmly planned on spending hours getting familiar with every inch of Kurts body, later.
That didn't stop him from wanting it all now, though.
It said something about his talent as a kisser, that Kurt didn't protest when he disposed of the shirt in the same careless fashion he had displayed earlier with the bow tie.
Finn had waited for this moment and even though he hoped for many happy returns, there was no time like the present.
Kurts torso was subject to the same scrutiny as his mouth, only instead of his tongue it was his hands that were exploring every last nook and cranny.
From Kurts figure is was obvious that he was skinny, but to Finns delight he was not bony, but actually rather well-toned and his skin was just as soft as he had hoped it would be.
If his body wasn't aching for more, he would have gladly kept caressing Kurt for the rest of his life. As it was, he positioned Kurt a little closer to his crotch and made a small jerky movement with his hips that caused a desperate little moan to escape his lips.
He could feel Kurt smiling in his mouth, he understood.
He placed his arms behind himself on Finns thighs to steady himself and begun thrusting in slow deliberate movements that caused Finn to break their kiss, dip his head back and moan.
He began to buck his hips up to meet Kurts thrusts, desperate for more friction.
Finn swore he could stars flashing in front of his closed eyes when their thrusts met.
It didn't take Finn long. No matter how much he tried to think of the Mailman. He had wanted this too badly and the sensation was overwhelming.
He was just about to apologize to Kurt when the smaller boy reached his climax with a little high-pitched scream.
Kurt slumped forward and rested his head in the crook of Finns neck.
They both felt content, despite the uncomfortable stickiness that seeped through their underwear.
Finns hand trailed up and down Kurts back lazily, reveling in the way his skin felt under his fingertips.
When Kurt started nipping at his neck again, he remembered their conversation, before they had gotten 'distracted'.
There was no need to be embarrassed, they had just brought each other off after all, but his face grew hot all the same and he was glad Kurt couldn't see his face.
"Kurt. I really like you..." he trailed off. Why was this so hard? "Would you...I mean...Will you be my boyfriend?" He felt like he had just proposed and done a shit job at it and Kurt was going to laugh at him and hate him and things would be terrible and his heart would be broken after all and "Yes." things would be so awkward at home and oh god, Kurt was laughing at him!
And so he was. It wasn't a mean 'god, you're such a tool. How could I ever let you near me' laughter, it was a kind of warm and fond laughter that made him feel much better.
"I did say 'yes'. Seriously, sometimes I wonder why I even bother" but he grinned while he said it and Finns smile was like the sunrise, bright and nearly blinding.
"Oh, that's good then." and their lips decided they had been apart for long enough and joined once more.
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