a/n: There is actual smut in this chapter, however, I have a pet peeve about fic where the couple (young inexperienced couples mostly) go from kissing to full on intercourse with nothing in between. Hence, a hand job smut scene. I hope I did it justice.
Fall of Finn's senior year passed in a blur. Sectionals came and went with an easy win over the reform school girls and the old folks. His relationship with Mercedes was going great and he was sure he was more in love with her than ever. Things between them had also started to get more physical over the last month or so but other than a shy touch or two they had stayed above the waist. They had talked about it, and they both thought they were ready to take things a little further. It was just that privacy was hard to come by and neither of them was really willing to take such a bit step parked in an empty parking lot or something. It wasn't until things had slowed down for the Thanksgiving holiday that things changed.
Thanksgiving at the Hudson-Hummel house had been interesting to say the least. His mom had insisted on a full traditional Thanksgiving since they'd been too busy with the wedding last year to bother. Both Blaine and Mercedes would be joining the family for dinner as well as Kurt's Uncle Andy. Finn had met Andy Hummel briefly at the wedding and he was a lot like his brother. Andy had played college football for Kent State and now sold insurance. About a week before Kurt had asked their parents if he could also invite Coach Bieste since all of her family lived out of state.
Finn was surprised that Kurt had thought of it, but the family was more than happy to have her over. It wasn't until the night before that Finn caught on to his brother's plan when Kurt insisted his uncle wear one of Burt's ties for dinner because it "brings out his eyes."
"Excuse us a minute, I need to have a word with Kurt," he said, as he wrapped one large hand around Kurt's arm and dragged him down to Finn's room.
"What are you doing?" Finn already knew the answer, but he was curious to see if Kurt would come clean.
Kurt's face lit up in way that it only did when he was excited about some kind of plan, and Finn was starting to think maybe he'd be better off not knowing. "Well, Coach Bieste has done a lot for us. I wanted to do something nice for her. So I'm fixing her up! I'm a pretty good matchmaker. "
"If you want to do something nice get her a gift card to The Olive Garden. You can't just throw people together without their permission and expect them to live happily ever after! "
Kurt huffed out a breath, "Seriously Finn, it's just dinner. I got our parents together didn't I? And you and Mercedes?"
"Um, Mercedes and I got together because she's awesome and I grew up enough to deserve her. You don't actually want to talk about your motives for the other thing do you? " Finn was so past that whole thing, but he was still nervous about Kurt messing with Coach's private life.
"Look, they are both good people who deserve to be a little less lonely. Maybe they won't hit it off, but it won't hurt anything for them to spend an afternoon in the same room," Kurt said.
Finn hated when Kurt was right about this stuff, but he had to admit it was nice to see Coach smile. She and Andy had easily fallen into conversation and things had gone so well he was taking her to a Bengals game the next Sunday. Finn knew that Andy had even called his mother for advice on how soon was too soon to call Coach again. It hadn't stopped her from delivering a light tap to the back of both boy's heads before she left, with a gruff "Don't try that again" that didn't quite hide her smile.
Two days later Finn found himself alone with Mercedes in the house for the first time in a while. He had convinced Burt to take his mother to see the Christmas lights at the Toledo Zoo, and Kurt and Blaine were at a party at their friend David's house. Finn figured that nobody would be back for a few hours. Without Kurt to help he'd gone to Boston Market and gotten chicken and stuff to go with it so they could have dinner together and talk without him burning down the house by trying to cook anything. They didn't talk about anything too serious over dinner, mostly about the holiday performances that New Directions would be doing at the children's hospital and the look on Burt's face when he saw Kurt's Christmas list.
When they were done eating Finn pulled Mercedes into a hug and then settled her on his knees so he could keep his arms around her.
"So, nobody is going to be home for a couple hours. We can watch a movie if you want, or we can go up to my room, " Finn said, leaning his cheek against her back. He hoped he sounded like he was okay with either option, because he was. Just because they'd talked about things happening soon didn't mean it had to be tonight. He did kind of hope it might be tonight, though.
"Hmm, let me think. Okay, I'm done. Let's go upstairs," she said standing up and pulling him up behind her. She giggled a little and he let out a little laugh as well at her enthusiasm. Just that was enough to reassure him that they weren't making a mistake. When they got up to his room he was glad that he'd spent all morning cleaning it. He'd even gotten Kurt to show him what settings on the washer and dryer to use for his sheets. He hit a button on the ipod dock and some soft music filled the room. It wasn't as blatant as Puck would use but Artie had been happy to lend him some jazz without asking too many questions.
Finn sat down on the bed next to her. He knew they weren't going to do everything tonight, but this was still a big step for her. It was kind of a big thing for him too. Up until now loving someone and having sex had not come together for him. Now this amazing girl was going to change all that, he just didn't want to mess it up. He focused again when he felt her hand on his cheek and saw the patient smile on her face. "Relax, sweetie. We've got this part down. Let's just do our thing for a while and see what happens. Okay?" She waited for him to nod and then leaned in and kissed him. She was right, of course, they had gotten really good at making out. This was just a more comfortable place to do it. He kissed her back, one hand moving to her hair, the other on her arm for now.
He stopped thinking about it fairly quickly and just let his instincts take over, sliding his tongue into her mouth. That went on for a while before she pulled back and started to kiss across his jaw and down his neck. He smiled at her, until she hit that spot at the base of his throat and then he could barely catch his breath. He let his hand move from her arm to slide gently across her breast, and he could hear her sigh.
She reached down to pull his t-shirt off before continuing to kiss across his chest. It felt awesome, but he really wanted to feel her skin against his. He pulled back and started to undo the buttons on her shirt. Her hand came up and for a minute he thought she was going to stop him, even thought they'd been this far a few times before. Instead she moved his fumbling fingers away and made short work of her shirt, tossing it aside to reveal a lacy pink bra that looked beautiful against her skin. He whispered, "I could have done that you know," against her ear before kiss his way down her neck.
She laughed again, low this time, and it had to be one of the sexiest things he'd ever heard. "A little help is all, you can get the bra though."
He smiled down at her again and reached behind her to do just that before guiding her onto her back. He'd seen a poster in the mall one time that said "Real Women have Curves." He certainly appreciated that idea right now. He'd always kind of caught himself noticing her like that, and now it was something he could act on. He kissed her slowly while he ran his hands across her chest, listening to her gasp when he did something she particularly liked. He slid down to use his mouth and he knew she could feel how hard he was against her leg. He had to force himself not to rub against her or this would be over a lot faster than he intended.
She might have realized the same thing, because she carefully pushed him down on his back and put one hand on the button to his jeans before meeting his eyes. He cupped her cheek and nodded and she undid the button and carefully slid down his zipper. She did it with such care he wondered if she had asked someone for advice. That was about the last coherent thought he had as she shyly pulled his jeans off and slid a hand across the front of his boxers. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched her for a minute as she did it again before dragging her fingertips down his thigh.
He let himself fall back onto the pillow, letting out her name in a little bit of a whine. He heard that low laugh again that was going to drive him crazy and then she was pulling his boxers down and off. He let her look for a minute before tugging her next to him again and kissing her sweetly, "You're driving me crazy," he said, "will you touch me?"
She kissed him this time and shifted to lie on her side. He could feel her pressing against him and then her hand was grazing over his cock. She nuzzled his neck and whispered in his ear, "Show me how?"
"Oh, god. Like you need it," he replied, but reached down and guided her hand to firmly stroke him. "It's not going to take long," he groaned and she laughed again. "I'll take that as a compliment," she said before putting her lips back on his neck. Between her lips and her hand it only took another minute or so for him to finish. It took longer before he could convince his brain to focus on anything other than how good that had felt, but when he came back to himself he turned on his side to face her.
"That was amazing, you are amazing. I don't think there is any way I'm going to be able to make you feel like that, but I'd like to try," he said his hand tugging on the waistband of her leggings.
"It's you and me, that's enough. The rest we'll figure out together," she said. It hit him again how much he'd been missing out on with girls who only wanted to change him. "I love you," he said and they spent a few minutes just kissing before he moved back and slid her leggings and panties down her legs. He spent some time just running his hands over her, tracing her thighs with his hands before she grabbed his wrist and showed him how to touch her. He did essentially the same thing for her as she had done, lying on his side and kissing her lips and neck as he touched her the way she had showed him. It took a little longer but soon she was breathing heavier and when he left his thumb where it was but slid one of his fingers down teasing her it was enough to send her over the edge.
He held her close as she came down, placing light kisses on her shoulder and then her lips as she turned to face him. She snuggled closer to him and put her head on his chest. He checked the clock, they had at least a half an hour to be together like this before they had to be ready for someone to be home. He kissed the top of her head and said, "I love you."
"I love you too," she said, and even if she hadn't he could see it in the way she looked at him. He ws right, feelings made it better.