Disclaimer: I do not own Glee or any of the characters.
Kurt was sitting in the kitchen of the Hudmel house, drowning his sorrows by eating a huge tub of ice cream. He'd probably regret it later, but right now he didn't care. Break ups were hard. Yes, he and Blaine had split more than two months ago, but it still hurt sometimes. He'd been having a great day so far until he decided to clean his room and found an old sock belonging to Blaine. A fucking sock is all it had taken to ruin his mood.
His miserable silence was ruined when Finn walked into the room, looking even worse than he did. He gingerly sat down across the table from Kurt, and Kurt couldn't help but notice him wincing every time he moved, as if he was in great pain.
"Are you okay Finn?" Kurt asked.
Finn took a moment to answer. "I think I might need your help with something."
Kurt studied him, he looked pale and really uncomfortable, and seemed to be avoiding looking directly at Kurt. "What's wrong?"
Finn didn't answer, he just kept looking down, and fidgeting slightly.
"Finn, I'm starting to get worried. What's wrong?" He repeated.
Finn hesitated, before answering "I took a pill."
Kurt went shock white. "What kind of pill? Finn, are you doing drugs? Okay, I'm gonna get you to the hospital right now. Oh, I am gonna kill Puck!"
"Calm down!" Finn cut him off. "I'm not on drugs, I don't want to go to the hospital, and Puck had nothing to do with it."
Kurt settled a little. "Finn, what is going on?"
Finn sighed before finally answering. "I took Viagra."
Kurt leant back in his chair to process this. This is so not the way he saw his day going.
"You took Viagra."
"I took Viagra." Finn repeated.
"Why?" Kurt asked, steeling himself to ask the next question. "Are you suffering from erectile dysfunction?"
"No." Finn replied sheepishly.
"Then why did you take it?"
Finn said nothing, and just kept fidgeting again.
Kurt looked him in the eye, and said very seriously. "Finn, I can't help you if you won't tell me what's wrong. I need you to tell me everything."
"Everything?" Finn asked.
Kurt thought about this. This was going to be an uncomfortable conversation, but he needed to know as much as possible if he was going to help Finn.
"Yes. I need to know everything."
"Alright," Finn began, "since Rachel and I broke up I haven't been able to get off all that well. I mean I jerk off like, every day, and blow my load like normal, but it's just not the same. Then I heard Viagra makes things better, so I took a pill this morning and now my dick is hard as a rock. I've jerked off twice already and it just won't go down! I'm sitting here right now in agony. It's been rubbed raw and it's super sensitive and it's still fucking hard!"
Kurt needed a minute. That was a lot of information to process, but he heard the panic in Finn's voice and knew this needed to be dealt with urgently.
"Alright, first things first, where did you get the viagra?"
"Burt's medicine cabinet." Finn replied.
Kurt buried his face in his hands. He really could have done without knowing that his dad was taking Viagra.
"Okay, we need to get you a doctor."
"No! No doctors. I don't want Mom and Burt finding out about this." Finn insisted.
"Well then what do you want me to do? Run you a cold bath? That might help." Kurt offered.
Finn looked down again, still fidgeting. Although now Kurt knew why. An erection lasting that long must have been incredibly painful.
"Finn, why did you take it? I don't understand, were you having trouble ...getting it up?"
Finn answered. "No, like I said. My junk works fine, I just haven't been able to cum as, what's the word? Satisfyingly? Yeah, I haven't been able to cum as satisfyingly since Rach and I split. I read somewhere that Viagra might help. It didn't and now I need your help. Dude it fucking hurts so much!"
"What do you need me to do, jack you off until it goes down?" Kurt joked.
Finn met his eyes nervously.
Kurt paled, "Oh my god I was joking. You're not serious!?"
"Dude, I can't touch it anymore and I read on the internet that a really intense orgasm with something called a prostate massage should help it. All I know about the prostate is that it is up a dude's ass and you have a lot more experience than me in that area."
Kurt's jaw hit the floor. "You want me to jerk you off and
"Do you really think I want to be asking you this? Dude I'm desperate, and I can't do it myself because my fucking dick hurts so much and I can't touch it anymore."
Kurt had to be dreaming. This was not real. He looked at Finn, and could see the pain on his face and the desperation in his eyes. He knew he didn't have a choice. He had to help his step-brother.
"You better be clean down there." Kurt finally said after a long hesitation.
Finn's face lit up in relief. "Dude seriously? Thank you so much, and yeah, I had a cold shower before I came down here hoping it would help. It didn't. So I promise, I'm only asking you as a last resort."
Kurt sighed. "Let's go upstairs."
They reconvened in Finn's room minutes later, after Kurt made a slight detour to his own room to grab some lube and a towel.
"Alright. How do you want to do this?" Kurt asked.
"I don't know, you lead."
"Yay," said Kurt sarcastically "I get to direct this porno."
Finn glared at him.
"I'm kidding." Kurt replied. "Alright, it's better if we just dive right in. Take your clothes off."
"All of them?" Finn asked.
Kurt held up the bottle of lube. "This could get messy. So yes, all of them."
"Alright".
Finn started removing his sweater and t-shirt and suddenly the room felt uncomfortably hot to Kurt. Sure he'd seen Finn shirtless or in his underwear a thousand times but never like this. Never had he been stripping in such close proximity to Kurt for the sole purpose of having sex with him. And then it hit Kurt. He was about to, maybe not completely, but sort of, engage in sexual activities with Finn. His 15 year old self would have died at the thought of this. And he was embarrassed to admit there were many masturbatory fantasies about situations similar to this. His 19 year old self was fortunately a lot more mature, and completely over his crush on Finn, even if he was fighting very hard to keep his own erection down.
Finn had stripped down to his boxer briefs and was looking very nervous, and hesitated before going any further. Kurt really couldn't help but notice his bulge.
"Alright, off with them then." Kurt joked, trying to lighten the mood.
Finn smiled nervously and pulled his underwear off.
Kurt felt like it was a thousand degrees in the room, and his cock twinged slightly. He tried to be respectful of Finn and look at anything but his dick, before he remembered that he basically had an open invitation.
He gulped and then looked down. Finn's dick. Finn's hard dick. Finn's hard dick that he was about to touch. His own cock was quickly stiffening and he was hoping that Finn didn't notice. He didn't need this getting any more awkward.
To his credit Finn either pretended not to see Kurt's bulge, or was too preoccupied with his own predicament to notice.
Finn shuffled apprehensively, and put an arm behind his head to nervously scratch his hair.
"So uh, this is me." He chuckled, gesturing at his body with his other arm.
Kurt swallowed. It was everything he imagined and more. Not enormous, but certainly bigger than average. 8, maybe 9 inches. Perfectly proportionate given Finn's height and build. But something was clearly off. The colour was a slight red with shades of purple, and the head looked a little too swollen to be normal. It was clear Finn needed help.
"Does it always look like that?" Kurt asked, but he already knew the answer as Finn's face had returned to its earlier pained state.
"No." Finn replied.
"Alright let's start. Sit down on the end of the bed, on top of this towel." Kurt prompted.
Finn complied, and sat down. Kurt knelt on the floor between his legs and suddenly he was up close and personal with Finn's dick. He swallowed again and his own cock twinged. 'No time like the present' he thought.
He reached out and very carefully wrapped his hand around Finn's dick only to let go almost immediately after he heard Finn wince.
"No." Finn said, "don't stop, I need to get through this."
Kurt grabbed his dick again and delicately began to stroke it, trying to ignore Finn's pained breathing. It was only after he noticed the muscles in his arms, legs and stomach tensing up before he realised he needed to take a new approach to this.
He let go again, and began mentally preparing for what he knew he was going to have to do.
Finn spoke. "Keep going, I'll be fine. If it helps, your hands are a lot softer than mine, so it feels a little better than when I was doing it myself."
"I know something that might feel better. Do you trust me?" He looked into Finn's eyes.
"Completely." Finn replied, meeting his gaze.
Kurt swallowed again, his erection was becoming uncomfortable too. "Close your eyes."
Finn obeyed and shut his eyes. Kurt leant forward and opened his mouth taking Finn's dick in, inch by glorious inch. He closed his mouth about halfway down and Finn moaned.
"Kurt! Fuck!" Finn gasped.
Kurt began to suck on Finn's cock, moving up and down, and gently using his tongue to massage it. After a minute or so, he pulled off and took a breath.
"Does that feel better?" Kurt asked.
Finn could only nod, but his body had untensed. Clearly it was working.
Kurt resumed his earlier work, expertly sucking Finn's dick. Deeper and deeper he moved down, trying to take in as much of Finn as he could. He knew he wouldn't be able to take the whole thing, but he would sure as hell try.
Finn had started moaning gently, music to Kurt's ears. His dick was amazing and he was relishing every delicious minute he got to taste it. He could taste the precum forming at the tip of his dick, and swallowed it eagerly, with every gulp sending another wave of pleasure through Finn as his mouth contracted. His own dick was screaming for attention but he didn't care. All he wanted to do was handle Finn right now.
After another few minutes Kurt remembered he had another opportunity, and a specific request from Finn to fulfil.
He pulled off Finn's dick again with an audible pop, and moaned, recovering his breath he said. "Lay down and pull your knees up."
Finn looked a little upset without the wet heat suction of Kurt's mouth, but he complied.
Kurt grabbed some lube, and applied it to his fingers.
He spread Finn's ass cheeks to gain better access to his hole, and looked wantingly at it.
He met Finn's eyes again, and the larger man just nodded, giving Kurt the go ahead.
Kurt gently pressed a finger against his entrance, prompting a gasp from Finn. He rubbed his finger all around it, giving Finn time to adjust to the sensation before he went any further.
"How does that feel?" Kurt asked.
"Weird." Finn replied.
"Good weird or bad weird?" Kurt asked, hoping the former.
"Good weird." Finn responded.
"Take a deep breath, and try to relax." Kurt asked.
Finn nodded, and did as he asked.
Kurt gently pushed his index finger into Finn's hole only to feel it tighten around it.
"Relax." Kurt said again.
"Sorry," Finn replied, "this is new to me."
Finn started taking deep steady breaths and Kurt could feel him loosen up a little. He pushed his finger further in and left it for a moment, letting Finn adapt to it. He then slowly began to move his finger in and out of Finn, working it around the inside, looking for that very special thing. He discovered it a moment later and gently rubbed his finger against it.
Finn's whole body shuddered.
"Wait was that the -"
Kurt cut him off, "Yup, the prostate, AKA the male G-spot."
"Okay, I'm suddenly understanding why gay guys do this." Finn acknowledged.
Kurt probed his finger in and out of Finn, slowly increasing in speed and vigour. Finn's breathing grew more ragged and he began to gently moan again. After a few minutes, Kurt squeezed in a second finger. Finn gasped but didn't complain. Kurt crooked his fingers inside Finn, exploring every inch in there. Pulling them out, and quickly burying them in there again, occasionally stroking his prostate.
Finn's breathing grew more laboured and his whole body shuddered under Kurt's expert touch. Kurt was determined to give him the orgasm of his life. As he continued pushing his fingers in and out, he leant over Finn's dick again and took it into his mouth. Finn's moans grew louder as Kurt swallowed as much of Finn as he could take. Kurt's own dick was about to explode, and the inside of his underwear already felt like a sticky mess as it leaked pre-cum. He ignored it and continued to focus on Finn.
Finn grasped the bedspread and practically howled in pleasure as Kurt worked his fingers in his hole and bobbed up and down on his cock. He slurped down every last drop of pre-cum as he knew Finn couldn't last much longer. He worked his other hand up to explore Finn's torso, gripping his chest and tweaking his nipples. He found his prostate again and probed it, and that was Finn's limit.
He yelled, "Fuck, I'm cumming, ah." His back arched, his hole tightened around Kurt's fingers, his balls seized up as they pumped jizz out through his dick. Kurt swallowed every last drop, relishing the salty taste, continuing to keep his mouth firmly attached to Finn's swollen cock. After a moment, Finn wheezed, his body spent as his orgasm subsided. Kurt gently removed his fingers from inside Finn, hearing him gasp as he did so, but he kept sucking his dick. Exploring it with his tongue until finally it began to soften up. Once it fully deflated Kurt pulled off his cock, and assessed the damage.
Finn appeared to be struggling to breathe, his body still shuddering slightly. Kurt traced his finger lightly across Finn's stomach and he twitched.
"Finn, you okay?" He asked waringly.
Finn took a second to respond, "Just give me, just gimme, I need a minu-"
Finn couldn't even speak. After another minute or two he finally regained his strength and sat up. He looked Kurt dead in the eye and said, "That was amazing, thank you."
Kurt smirked at a job well done. He began to stand up, unsure about what to do next, he looked towards the door.
"Wait," said Finn.
"Yeah?" Kurt asked.
"I think it's my turn to repay the favour." He said, pointing at Kurt's boner, still hard in his jeans directly in front of him.
Kurt said softly "Finn, don't be ridiculous."
"No, please," Finn said seriously, "I want to help, I'll feel guilty otherwise."
"Finn, you don't even know -"
Finn cut him off, "I have one too, I'm sure I can figure it out."
Before Kurt could pull away, Finn grabbed the button on his jeans. He quickly undid them and pulled both his jeans and underwear down in one quick motion. He stared at Kurt's throbbing dick, seemingly unsure how to approach it. He started stretching his mouth out.
Kurt eyed him warily, "Finn, I'm kind of uncomfortable, can I just go?"
Finn looked up at him, considered him for a moment, then reached out and grabbed Kurt's dick. Kurt moaned immediately. He slowly stroked his hand down Kurt's cock and felt it tense up underneath his touch. He wrapped his hand around it and began to pump it. He didn't need lube, Kurt had already let out enough pre-cum that it was pretty slick already. He touched him in ways he couldn't touch his own dick. And just as he was wondering if he should try putting it in his mouth, Kurt began to moan. He pushed his hips forward towards Finn and with little warning, began to orgasm. His cum shot out of his dick onto Finn's hand and up his arm, and impressively shot as far as Finn's chest. He moved his head quickly, just avoiding getting some in his eye. Kurt could really get some distance apparently. He was kind of jealous actually.
"Damn, I'm good." He uttered, as Kurt's dick began to go flaccid.
Kurt stuffed his dick back in his boxers and pulled his jeans up. "Shut up Finn, I was halfway there already."
"Yeah," Finn teased, "because of me really."
Kurt glared at him. "We will speak of this to no one." He warned.
"Why would I tell anyone about this?" Finn answered.
Kurt looked at the mess they had made. Finn was far worse off, covered in sweat, lube and jizz, both his own and Kurt's. "Well, you can clean all that up." He turned and walked towards the door.
"So, same time tomorrow?" Finn called after him.
End
