Title: Dear Mr. Supercomputer Chapter Two.

Pairing: Kurt/Finn

Warnings: Sex, eventually.

Word Count: 910

Rating: M.

Spoilers: None.

Disclaimer: Glee does not belong to me, these characters aren't mine, they would never do these things, I mean no disrespect, blah blah blah…Dear Mr. Supercomputer belongs to Sufjan Stevens; the lyrics are unrelated, I just needed a song with a matching title.

Author's Note: It has come to my attention that I forgot to change the title of the story last chapter; I copy and paste this beginning bit from an older story and then change the relevant stuff. Sorry guys!

Chapter Two.

Brittany might not be very smart, and it might have been a complete accident, but joining the football team is one of the best things that's ever happened to me, and I have no one but her to thank for it. Glee is my one true love in terms of after school activities, but Finn is my real love, and I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have it to look forward to.

For one thing, there's the uniform. I can hardly take my eyes off of him when he's wearing it. Then there's the practices themselves, which I usually spend most of on the sidelines, watching him work up a sweat, watching him tackle the other players, getting obscenely jealous over such a stupid, violent act. I never would've thought I'd wish I was getting shoved into the grass by someone twice my size, but there you go. Even just thinking of him lying on top of me like that is enough to get me hard. Thank god for cups.

But the showers after are the best part. I myself don't partake—communal showers are disgusting, and I get enough crap from the team without stripping in front of them, but I watch. And I dream. Finn usually stays late so he can practice singing without any of the other guys hearing, but in my mind, he stays for another reason.

I wait until everyone has left before getting undressed, leaving the uniform on the floor of the locker room. I'd never do that with any of my own clothes, but these are already disgusting, and can take the abuse.

I follow the sound of Finn's singing until I find the right stall. He has his back to me, water and soap pouring down his skin, and I watch for another moment before stepping into the stall. I step up to Finn, wrap my arms around him and cover his eyes with my hands.

"Guess who?"

He turns, and I can tell he's happy to see me. "I've been waiting for you."

"Then tell the guys to take shorter showers." I wrap my hand around his growing erection, and his eyes close. "I'm not happy about the wait time, either—do you have any idea how uncomfortable my cup gets?"

"Yes," he managed, voice strangled.

I stroke him once, but keep my hand at the base of his cock, holding him tightly. "You do?"

He nodded, trying vainly to thrust into my hand. "Uh huh."

"Tell me."

"Th-the way you kick," he gasps. "You're so fucking flexible."

I smile; he knows I like it when he talks dirty. "That I am." I let go of him and rest my hands on his shoulders. His eyes open, and I can see my own want and need mirrored in them. "I'm going to make you pay for what you did to me in practice," I say. I push down, and he obediently sinks to his knees. "Do you like what you see?" He nodded. "Show me."

Finn takes me in his mouth, and it's all I can do to not immediately make a fool of myself. He knows exactly where my most sensitive spots are, exactly what to do to make me come as fast and hard as I can. I thrust into his mouth, keeping a hand on his shoulder for balance. It's a struggle to keep my eyes open, but watching my erection slide in and out of his perfect mouth is too good to miss. I wait until I'm about to come before pushing him away.

Finn looks up at me, questioningly. I grin wickedly at him. "Turn around and get on all fours." He does what I say and I join him on the floor of the stall. There are a lot of benefits of doing it in the shower, maybe the best that I didn't need to worry about keeping a supply of lube at school. I push one, then two fingers inside of him, stretching him. He moans in response, pushing back against my hand.

"Ready, babe?" I ask. As much fun dominating him is, I don't actually want to hurt him, especially when he's been so good. He nods, and I carefully push myself inside of him, going slowly. I hadn't realized how close I was, and it wouldn't be any fun at all to come so soon. He was so tight, and the noises he was already making weren't helping anything. I pull back before pushing the rest of the way in, completely burying myself in him. "Talk to me."

A string of expletives erupt from his mouth, I think more because he can't help himself than to please me. I start thrusting, rocking against his body. I can't get over how good it feels to be inside him; no matter how often we have sex, I never get used to it. I hit his prostate almost by accident, and suddenly he's as close as I am. I reach around, again taking him in my hand, not needing to do much more than hold him before he comes, yelling my name. I come just as hard, my screams mixing with his. I pull out slowly, knowing how sensitive he is, and he turns around, wrapping me in his arms.

"I love you," Finn whispers.

I smile. That's really what it's all about; the sex is just an added bonus. "You too."

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