Kurt POV

As it turns out, finding a hotel room was no easy task. It was a Friday and apparently there was some sort of convention in town and a lot of the place we tried were full. By the time we found something that had a room and didn't rent by the hour, it was almost 8 in the evening. Dad had called twice, and both Finn and I were tired and frustrated. Finally we found something and, much to my surprise, Finn's plan worked perfectly. Dad had mumbled into the phone a bit while making the reservation, and she totally believed that I was Burt Hummel. As I've undoubtedly said before, sometimes Finn will surprise you and one of his plans will actually work.

Dad had booked us a double, which made his position on this entire thing abundantly clear. Finn cocked his head. "Dude, I think your Dad wants to kill me right now. Or at least wave a shotgun in my face like Mr. Fabray did."

Knowing my father, he had bigger plans for Finn then a single shotgun, but I didn't want to scare him. So I pulled him to me for a kiss, something that always managed to take his mind off his current problems. "I'll protect you."

We were in the room before I realized that we had another problem. "You didn't pack a bag or anything, did you? We have nothing to sleep in, no clothes for tomorrow, and no toothbrushes or skin stuff."

He smirked. "Only you would consider skin stuff to be in the same category as clothes."

I was about to go off in a long lecture about the importance of taking care of your skin as early as possible, when he kept going with something that made my mouth freeze up. "Do we really need pajamas? I mean, I thought we could just sleep naked. Don't you think so?"

We had never done that before. I had gotten naked with Finn, and I had slept the night with Finn, but never both. There was always the worry about one of our parents walking in, or we were in a hurry, or something else was happening. The thought of being able to snuggle with him, and touch him anywhere, all night long was getting me harder by the second.

Behave yourself. Call your father first, let him know that you're alright, then have Finn call Carol, then come back and screw the boy silly. Do you want one of them to call in the middle of things?

That cooled me down considerably. Finn was laying on one of the beds, looking for the remote, and I leaned down next to him kiss the back of his neck. He shivered appreciatively and turned so I could kiss him properly. While he was distracted by my tongue, I ran my hand down his back and over his ass, squeezing lightly. He tensed briefly, the same way he always did when I touched his butt, but it was only for a second this time. I had been gently conditioning him to let me touch him there, but it was slow going. How were we ever going to have sex if he wouldn't let me touch his ass?

Because, you'll be the bitch. Face it, Kurt, the only one who will end up getting fucked in this relationship is you. Be grateful you're getting that much.

I didn't want that. No, wait, I did want that, I wanted it very badly, but I wanted to try topping him, too. I found both ways hot, and I had no idea what I might end up preferring. Plus, honestly, Finn's dick is huge, and I was more then a little bit afraid of how much it was going to hurt if I bottomed.

I had been so lost in my thoughts that it surprised me to feel Finn's fingers undoing my belt buckle. Alright, if I didn't pull back right now, I wasn't going to be able to. "Whoa, Cowboy." I pushed his hands gently away.

He looked so disappointed that I gave him another kiss. "Let me call Dad, then you and I can do whatever you want."

"Coolness." He accepted the remote and turned on some hideous sports game. "Don't take too long, ok?"

"Ok." I stepped outside to take the call, since Finn has this thing about yelling at the screen when he watches the game. No matter how often I tell him that the players can't actually hear his oh-so-helpful instructions, he keeps on doing it. I guess I can't say much though, since Finn does point out that I lecture the contestants on Project Runway pretty much constantly.

Dad picked up right away. "Did you get the room alright?"

"Yeah, Finn's watching the game and we're going to get something to eat after we talk and he calls Carol."

"Packers and the Falcons? Tell him to give them hell for me. And he doesn't need to call Carole. Since the pair of you are spending the night away, I thought she and I could have some alone time." He sounded way, way, too happy about that.

"And, with that note, I'm hanging up. I love you and I'll see you tomorrow." I kept trying to tell him that over and over, because I did, and I had developed a sudden fear of losing him and him not knowing how much I cared.

"Love you too, kid." We hung up, just as another call came beeping in. I considered ignoring it, but it was Mercedes and I always answered her. "What's up, girl?"

She was giggling. "Not much, am I interrupting anything?"

"No, I was just on the phone with my father. Finn and I got a room for the night-"She started laughing harder and I scowled, momentarily forgetting that she couldn't see me "-Not that sort of room for the night! I'm just too tired to drive home, and I don't trust Finn to do it. Did you know that he caused some sort of car accident?"

"Oh, yeah, he hit the mailman." She sounded flippant, like this was something everyone knew.

"He hit a person?" Horror colored my voice. My boyfriend, the love of my (admittedly short) life, had ran over someone with a car?

"Well, not on purpose. I remember it happening, but I can't remember exactly how it happened. I think it was one of those 'teenager with no experience meets mailman not watching where he's going' sort of things. The guy wasn't really hurt and I think Finn was more traumatized then he was. You notice that he doesn't really drive anywhere now?"

Now that she brought it up, I realized that it was true. Before we got my baby, I had all but thrown my father out of the drivers seat every chance I got. Finn had asked to drive my car once, and even then had been kind of apathetic about it. Maybe I could work with him a little, help get him past that fear. "I guess."

"So, nothing much is happening here. Puck's asleep and Matt and Artie just drew a penis on his face. Rachel is caressing that trophy in a way that doesn't look right at all, which I'm pretty sure is giving Jacob Ben Israel a hard on, and Tina and I are bored out of our minds. But it sounds like you have more interesting things to do, so I'll let you go. Call me tomorrow; I think we're going to have some sort of celebration."

"Alright, love you, Mercedes." She replied in kind, and I let myself back in the room. "Finn? Finn, guess what? You don't have to call your mother, because she's with my Dad. So, where were we?"

He didn't say anything, just remained where he was, his head turned from me. The game couldn't possibly be that exciting. "Finn?"

Nothing. I walked around the bed so I could look him in the face. His eyes were shut and his breathing deep. Unbelievable. He had fallen asleep on me.

At least he didn't fall asleep during. That would be an issue. He's tired, Kurt. He's had stress after stress after stress, including driving out here, only to have to get onstage and perform, then deal with his boyfriend bursting into tears like a little girl over nothing. Let him be.

She had a point. I was feeling a little tired myself, and I had actually napped on the bus ride. I had started out leaning against Mercedes' shoulder with my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep just so I wouldn't have to listen to Rachel's frantic attempts to get us to practice 'just one more time'. It had worked a little too well, and Tina had needed to shake me awake when we actually got there. So I could wait a little bit.

But I did want to make him more comfortable while he napped. I gently slid the remote out of his hand, smiling when his fingers tightened on it for a few seconds before he let go. He whined softly and curled his hand into a loose fist. "Shh, shh, it's alright. You're safe, baby, I promise." I set the remote on the table between the beds, using my free hand to lightly rub his back. His forehead creased and he muttered something incoherent, but settled quickly.

I stretched out next to him, having to touch him right now. 24 hours ago, shit 6 hours ago, I hadn't been sure that I wasn't loosing him, and now he was right here, with me. But I was still afraid that if I took my hands off of him, he would vanish.

Since this was a decent (not great, great came with robes and massages in the spa downstairs) hotel, there were plenty of channels to choose from. I settled on a rerun of Buffy the Vampire Slayer, just so I could stare at Spike.

Finn started to get restless in his sleep, rolling over and muttering again. He was totally wrinkling his clothing, which offended me on so many levels that it was hard to name them all. Plus, he looked flushed and uncomfortable, and what kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't help him get some of those clothes off so he could be more at ease?

The sort that didn't deliberately turn the heat way up to make him uncomfortable just so you could get his clothes off.

That was absolutely not true! The heat was up because this was Ohio in November and there was snow on the ground! Oh, and because I was small and got chilled easily. Fine, I had turned the heat up to get him naked faster, so sue me. In my fantasy, he didn't fall asleep, though.

Finn's a deep sleeper and it was easy for me to gently turn his head from side to side so I could get his tie off. The shirt would be a bit tougher, but, oh well, if he woke up I'm sure he won't complain about it. I looked at the strip of fabric and briefly considered using it to tie his hands behind his back. The thought of him all trussed up and helpless while I slowly slipped his clothes off, hard but unable to do anything about it made my stomach trill. Something also told me that Finn would probably enjoy it. He seemed to like it when I took charge with him.

I didn't do it, though. Liking it when he was aware and agreeing to what was happening was one thing, but there was a good chance he would flip out if he woke up, had no idea where he was, and couldn't properly move. I shoved the tie in my pocket, though, keeping it in mind for later. He jerked once in his sleep, and I realized that I was squeezing his shoulder way too tightly. "Sorry, Cowboy."

I let Finn settle naturally, and he curled over on his side. That was fine; I could undo the buttons from that position too. He was more restless now, knowing that I was there on some level, but not really waking up. I kissed him and his eyes flickered open, staring blankly at me for a second before closing again. Apparently he wasn't quite ready to wake up yet. Good, I liked a challenge.

I got on my knees next to the bed, so I could lean down and kiss his skin as I undid each button. He squirmed and moaned something that sounded like my name. That surprised me, just a little bit. I knew that Finn loved me, yes, but there were still times when the old insecurities came back, and I was sure that he was with my physically, but thinking about some girl. He never said my name while I was touching him, not even once, so to hear him do it now, when all of his defenses were down, made me melt a little inside. "I love you, Cowboy."

"Love you, too." His voice was sleepy, but his eyes were half open and watching me. "Love what you're doing."

"I'll bet, you pervert." I crawled back up to kiss his lips while I finished with the rest of the buttons. He yawned a little, which gave me the perfect chance to deepen the kiss. "What else would you like me to do?"

"How about you take me shopping and buy me a new wardrobe? One that you like and is fashionable and shit?" The words were so shocking that I snapped back, which gave him the opportunity to lunge up and wrap me in a bear hug, his greater weight pushing me down to the mattress. "Ha, I knew that would work!"

Sometimes he was far more clever then I gave him credit for. Still, no matter how smart he thought he was, I was smarter. Not as smart as I was capable of being when I wasn't so hard I could barely breathe, but smart none the less. So skimmed my fingers down his body and undid the button to his pants. He moaned and I used his distraction to roll us again (thank Prada for the queen sized mattresses) and put him back on the bottom. The change in position briefly disoriented him, and I was able to take both of his wrists and pin them to the bed.

He went quiet and very still, his only movements being the hard breaths against my chest. I didn't release him, but I did loosen my grip until he could pull out by the slightest wiggle. He didn't look afraid, but he was watching my eyes very closely. "Do you want me to let go?"

"No." He tossed his head a little, but didn't move his hands at all. "Don't let go."

This was somewhere where I had to tread very carefully. Finn is terrible at expressing himself in words, and sometimes I feel like he allowed himself to be pushed into things he didn't really want, just because he couldn't find the proper ways to tell someone off. His actions tended to be clearer, but you had to respect what he wasn't saying, as well as what he was. Still, if what I was feeling underneath me was any indication, he wasn't too bothered by what was going on. "What do you want me to do, Finn?" The power I was getting from this was absolutely intoxicating.

"I don't know, just do something! I'm dying here!"

Drama King.

I ignored that in favor of sliding my hand into his boxer shorts. His arm, the one I had just released, remained still on the mattress. "Do you want this?"

"God, yes." He was panting against my skin. "Please, Kurt."

Now I had the perfect excuse to do something I had only fantasized about. Deep breath, have courage, I could do this. After all, if Finn could, so could I. "How about if I did this instead?" I slowly started to kiss my way down his body, licking at his stomach. "Would you like that?"

He knew exactly where I was going with this, and started babbling at me. "Yes, yes, God, yes, please Kurt, please, yes, please-"

I tuned him out, turning all of my attention to what I was doing. Finn was already hard enough to cut steel, so this ought to be easy. Right, easy.

Put your money were your mouth is. Or, more accurately, put your mouth where your ego is.

Galinda's words goaded me into action and I leaned down to tentatively lick Finn's cock a few times. It didn't seem like much to me, but he gave a long, drawn out moan, his fingers fisting in the sheets. Oh, yeah, I was good.

That gave me the confidence to keep going and cautiously wrap my lips around the head of his cock. He whined and thrust up, making me cough a little. "Easy, Cowboy, easy. I'm not John Holmes."

"Sorry." He could barely get the words out, and if I didn't do something soon, he sounded like he was about to hyperventilate. I rubbed his stomach until it quit heaving so badly and he was able to speak. "Who's John Holmes?"

"A porn star. He was famous for having a 13 inch dick."

"That sounds kinda…um…painful." He breathed out a huge breath. "Ok, I'll be better, I swear. But wouldn't I be John Holmes in this?"

"You better be good. And don't flatter yourself. Your dick is big, but not that big. Let me know when you're close, alright?" I was pretty sure that I could read his signs at this point, but I didn't want to be unpleasantly surprised. Finn might be good at swallowing, but I wasn't sure if I was ready for that.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever you want. Please, Kurt." His eyes were dilated, just a thin ring of foggy brown around the massive pupils.

Quit stalling.

You shut up. I don't recall anything resembling a woman being needed in this relationship.

Still, her words gave me the courage I needed to take a deep breath and slide my lips back over his cock. I tried to remember what he had done to me, but everything was confusing now and Finn was whining softly, his pulse throbbing throughout his entire body. I felt connected to him in a way I hadn't before, and I wondered if they was the way it had felt for him, and, if it had, why had I waited so long?

I was only able to get his cock partway in before my throat tightened up and I started to feel nauseous. God, the men in the videos made this look so easy! Finn didn't seem to mind, though, which was a good thing. I wrapped my hand around what I couldn't fit in my mouth and just concentrated on licking and sucking on the head. That was the most sensitive part, right?

Apparently so, because Finn was making noises that I had never heard before, soft gasps and little whimpers that made me feel like I was the biggest stud in the world. I might have a crazy temper and a jealously complex, but damn I could suck cock!

My baby boy is growing up.

For some reason, that made me start giggling, which made Finn yelp and jerk his hips upward. "Stop, Kurt stop, cause-"

I was surprised he had been able to say anything in time, especially since I hadn't been paying attention myself. I pulled off and traced a gentle circle on his side. "Thanks, Cowboy."

I wasn't sure if he would want to kiss me right now, considering where my mouth had just been. But I was hopeful anyway and crawled up his body, my eyes asking him for permission. He chuckled softly and wrapped an arm around the back of my neck, pulling my body against his and I swear I almost came right then from just that tiny bit of friction. Embarassing.

Finn didn't seem to have reservations about kissing me right now, because he nipped at my lower lip until I opened my mouth, this tongue lightly touching mine. My hand slid down of its own accord and refind his cock and stroke it hard and fast. He spluttered against me and nearly bit my tongue as he came all over his chest and stomach. "Damn!

I was glad that my mouth was still on his, because I really didn't want to have to explain to my father how we got kicked out of the hotel room and had to spend the night in the car because Finn was too loud while I was blowing him.

Finn turned his head to the side and started kissing at my jaw and down my neck, where he nibbled at my collarbone. No doubt my earlier warnings about the hickey were still echoing in his brain, because he was so gentle it almost tickled. Hot, damp air blew on my skin, his breaths still unsteady from his orgasm. My body shivered involuntarily at the sensation. "How about we get you cleaned up a little?"

He raised his head to look at me. "Hm?"

I responded by licking down his collarbone and across his chest, getting as much of the cooling semen as I could. There was something fascinating about the way Finn reacted when I touched different parts of his body. He moaned when he felt my mouth on his nipples, laughed when I went over his ribs and sighed when I nipped his hipbone, leaving a small strawberry mark. "God, Kurt." His cock twitched against me.

"You are a kinky bastard, Finn Hudson. Please do not tell me that you're getting hard again already, just because I bit you."

"Uh…" His eyes darted over the room as he tried to think of a suitable reply. "Well, I'm not the only one who's hard!" With those words, his arms wrapped around my body and pulled me back up against him.

I gave a token struggle, but I couldn't deny how much I loved it when Finn showed his strength like this. He made me feel safe and protected, like he could take on anyone and anything, as long as it meant I was safe and his. I kissed him fiercely, all but purring against his lips. "Let me get my clothes off. You'll pull your He-man routine and rip them, and they belong to the school."

"He-man was hot." But he eased back and allowed me the room to undress. Actually, he eased back and stared at me like a wolf checking out dinner. It made my face heat up. "Finn, stop staring."

He ran a finger down the center of my body, leaving fire behind. "Your chest and stomach blush too, you know. Besides, you're perfect, just the way you are."

"Really?" No matter how many times he insisted that I had a good body, that I didn't look like a girl with no breasts, I still had trouble believing it.

"Well, except when you nag. But, yeah, the rest of you is great. Especially this!" His hand had worked into my pants while I was distracted by my embarrassment and now he grasped firmly.

"Finn!" It came out as a breathy moan. "Fuck, Finn, please."

With a dexterity I would have never attributed to him under any other circumstances, Finn slid down my zipper and slid my pants down and off, tossing them onto the other side of the room all while keeping his other hand on my cock and kissing the side of my neck. Apparently he was quite the sexual multitasker.

I was so close to the edge that all it took was a few strokes before I started doing that stupid cursing thing. Literally, I could feel the obscenities flying out of my mouth, but do absolutely nothing to make them stop. Finn was bit down on the tendons in my neck, not hard enough to bruise but hard enough to-

Someone pounded on the wall. "God, I can hear you two! Some of us are trying to sleep!"

"And some of us are trying to screw. Well, at least get close to it!" Finn's whisper buzzed against my skin as I muffled my voice in his shoulder. Did he have any idea what those words were doing to me? I was supposed to be calming down, not having visions of screwing Finn.

The images wouldn't leave, though. I could almost feel Finn's body over mine, against mine, in mine, or my body in his. The fantasy was so vivid that I could have sworn it was real, and I felt the familiar white lightening race up my back as everything went dark.

There was a hand touching my face gentle and shaky. "Kurt. Kurt. Hey, Precious, hey, wake up."

It was Finn, and I wondered how he had gotten into my bedroom. If Dad came downstairs and found him here, Finn was going to be greeted by the business end of his shotgun and I really didn't need him to be scared off. On the other hand, Dad very seldom came down here, and having Finn in my bed was never a bad thing in my book.

"Kurt." I wondered why he sounded so nervous. Maybe I was late for school? God knew that it couldn't be too early, since Finn never got out of bed unless he was physically dragged.

Maybe you aren't in your bed. Do these sheets feel like 400 thread count Egyptian cotton to you?

They didn't. The comforter wasn't fluffy like Finn's, so I wasn't at his place either. That, in addition to Finn's worried voice, made me crack my eyes open. "Yeah?" My voice was croaky and gross, barely recognizable.

The generic walls and TV made everything come back to me. Oh, yeah, me and Finn were at the hotel, and we had been fooling around and….had I really fallen asleep?

Fortunately, Finn was there to fill in the blanks. "You passed out on me, Dude. I was worried." He must have been satisfied that I was alright now, because he laid down next to me, stretching his long body out.

I snuggled up to his warmth and tried to summon the energy to be upset myself. It was hard, since I just wanted to sleep, but I didn't want Finn to be upset either. "Huh?"

Eloquent.

Apparently Galinda was always wide awake and just waiting for an opportunity to antagonize me. Finn's fingers combed through my hair, messing it up in a way that would probably take hours to correct, but I couldn't make myself be irritated with that either. "Did I really?"

"Yeah, you just dropped as soon as you came. Your eyes were all white and rolled back and everything. But you were only out for a couple of seconds, then you woke up." He kissed my cheek, then pressed his face in the juncture of my shoulder and neck. "I like you like this."

"Passed out?" I was getting some equilibrium back, even though I was still tired and a little woozy feeling.

"Happy. You aren't happy very often, are you?"

Trust Finn to notice something like that. "I'm always happy when I'm with you."

It was a neat sidestep, but something told me that Finn wouldn't exactly be easy to fool right now. He had been screwed over so many times recently that he was developing a very finely tuned bullshit meter. "But you aren't always with me. Not that I don't want you to be, because that would be totally awesome. We could just screw and then shower, then screw in the shower, then you could do your hair and stuff while I eat, because, you know, I need lots of fuel, then we can screw again. It would be perfect." His forehead creased. "What were we talking about, again?"

"That I love you and I'm always happy when I'm with you." That was the truth. Being able to snuggle against Finn right now, feeling his heart beating with nothing in between us, or the way my feet touched the backs of his calves because I was so much shorter then he was, was a new sort of special, and I had never felt better.

He watched me though half closed eyes, and I wondered if Finn had ever been as dumb as he pretended to be. I wasn't fooling him, not even for a second, but he was willing to let it go for now.

We laid there in a contented silence until we were interrupted by Finn's stomach. It gave a low grumble that made me laugh. "Problem there, Finnegan?"

"You know that I'm always hungry after I do anything physical! I have a high meta-, mota-"

"Metabolism." I was undyingly jealous of the fact that Finn could eat nothing but fast food and soda five times a day, and never gain so much as an ounce.

"Yeah, that. I've put out a lot of energy and, uh, fluids, so I need to replace them, otherwise I'll get dehydrated and starve to death."

I kissed him again, right over that wrinkle that appeared on his forehead every time he tried to manipulate me. "Ok, but it's almost 9 at night and I am not eating fast food or at some 24 hour greasy spoon. What's your next choice?"

He shrugged. "I don't think any of your $45 for two stalks of broccoli and tea that smells like burning ass places stay open very late. Maybe we could have naked fish again."

I couldn't even think of sushi now without hearing Finn calling it that. "That does sound good, but I have no idea where to find a sushi place at this time of night."

"But that means you don't know where to find anything else, either. Are we going to starve to death?" Only Finn would think that starvation was imminent if he missed one meal.

At least one. I'm guessing he didn't get any lunch either and the boy had burned plenty of calories tonight.

Galinda did have a point. Dad had specifically said not to touch the room service menu, but I'm also pretty sure that calling him and explaining that we had needed to, because first Finn fell asleep and then we had wasted too much time fooling around, wasn't going to go over very well.

Just edit out the fooling around part and you'll be fine. Actually, you know what? Just order the food and pray he doesn't look that closely at the bill.

That was probably the best solution for all involved. Finn got to eat, I didn't have to go puttering around a strange town looking for a dining option that appealed to both of us, and Dad didn't have heart failure thinking about me being deflowered. Or me deflowering Finn, though I kind of thought that he might be less worried about that.

"No, we aren't going to starve. How about room service?" I rolled over; ignoring the way Finn was staring at my butt, and plucked the menu off the nightstand. "Order whatever you need so you can have enough fuel for the rest of tonight. I'm planning on finding out exactly how long it takes to wear you out tonight."

His head cocked and an evil smile started lurking around the corners of his mouth. "I like this idea." He slid one hand across my stomach and if he didn't stop that, we were both going to starve because there wouldn't be any food ordered tonight. "I like it a lot."

Not as much as we do.