Kurt POV
Ok, I was officially freaking out. The thought of sex had been overwhelming enough when Finn was right there with me, distracting me by being his usually goofy self. Now that I was upstairs alone, my nerves had taken over. Screw this, I was done. I wasn't brave like Finn was, and I wasn't about to let him shove anything up my butt. I wrapped my arms around myself, as if doing that would prevent Finn from stripping me naked if he felt like it.
Really? You really think that Finn is going to try and rip your clothes of if you tell him not to? The boy might have his problems, but he's not a rapist.
I knew that! No, I didn't seriously think that Finn would try and force me. If I looked right at him and said no, he wouldn't even ask again. But if I wimped out right now, I might never have the courage to try again. And if I wouldn't offer, and Finn wouldn't push, we were done before we even tried.
Good job. You didn't even need me to help you figure that one out, which is an improvement over most of the time. Now, close your eyes and take a few deep breaths. That's it, in and out. Think of calm, happy things. Better?
Much. Now that I was calmer, I was able to think about how it had felt when I topped Finn the other night. It was amazing. Finn had expressed an interest in trying it out for himself, and it would be selfish of me not to let him try.
Speaking of Finn, where was he? How much time did it take him to pick the little top pot off of the double boiler and bring it up. Maybe he was attempting to cool the chocolate off a little first. That would be a good idea, since there was no way I was explaining 2nd degree burns on my genitalia to the ER.
After what felt like forever (but the clock next to the bed claimed was only 4 minutes), I heard Finn lumbering up the stairs. When he stepped inside, I noticed that he didn't have the double boiler at all. Instead he had a brown plastic bottle. "Is that Hershey's syrup?"
He colored. "Yeah. I kind of forgot to melt the fancy chocolate."
He had forgotten his pants, too, but I couldn't help but find that cute. As long as he remembers them when we're going out of the house, I can't exactly complain about the view. "That's ok. Come here and give me a kiss."
"You have good ideas." He climbed on the bed next to me and seized my ribcage, pulling me on top of him. Call me sick, but there is nothing sexier to me then when Finn uses his full strength.
"Don't be nervous." He kissed his way across my neck, nuzzling his nose where his lips had been in lieu of a bite. It had only taken once from him to learn his lesson about putting hickeys where they might be seen later.
"I'm not nervous, I'm just- oh, God." I had to break off into a moan, because he was doing that thing with his tongue and the hollow of my throat and I don't even care if he learned it on Rachel Berry, it felt so good that I could die now and be a happy man.
"Yeah, you are. S'ok, I was nervous, too." His breath fanned out across my collarbones, and my train of thought derailed and burned.
"It's just…uh…that…." There was a brief reprieve while Finn tried to work the tiny button on my shirt, and I tried to take full advantage of that fact. Why wasn't my brain working? Maybe if I could convince Finn to stop rubbing had hand over my cock, which was diverting most of the blood flow from my brain. "Stop for a second."
My voice was a desperate squeak, and I knew that Finn, the bastard, was loving it. Loving that he could reduce me to this pathetic needy creature while barely touching my body.
I couldn't begrudge him that triumph, though, because I felt the same way about him. To have him begging under my finger tips, and knowing that I was the one who made him that way was nothing short of intoxicating. If more people in this world were fucking Finn Hudson, everyone would be much happier.
Except for me, of course. Call me old fashioned, but the thought of having to share Finn with anyone else makes me want to claw someone's eyes out. My man was mine, not mine and everyone else's.
"How come?" Finn took his hand off the front of my pants, and I moaned in relief. And disappointment, but I wasn't going to acknowledge that part.
I mentally backtracked across the wreckage of my thoughts. What had I said to Finn that would make him…oh, I had told him to stop, ok. "I just want to go a little slower."
"Ok." He popped the last button and slid my shirt off, folding it sloppily and tossing it in the chair next to the bed. "Slower like this?" He kissed me deeply, his mouth tasting like the chocolate syrup he must have taking a hit of before coming upstairs.
As wonderful as his kisses were, I hadn't meant for us to go quite that slow. "Maybe a little more."
His fingers were already undoing the buttons on my jeans, steady and sure. Wasn't he nervous at all? If I let him do this, would I be brave, too? "More like this?" He opened the fly on my pants, but left my boxer shorts on and slid his hands away from my cock, which was so hard it was in immediate danger of falling off.
Asshole. He knew full well that that wasn't what I wanted, and when the blood started flowing back to my brain, I was going to make him pay for this. "Finn, please."
"Finn please what?" He was smirking now, his lips trailing over my jaw. "I have no idea what you want. You said to go slow, so how slow do you want?"
"I will rip your dick off if you don't touch mine this instant." The voice that snarled out of my chest sounded nothing like my own. You know that scene in the Exorcist when the evil demon speaks through the little girl? I sounded worse.
Even Finn looked shocked. "Ok, Dude, chill." He slid a hand into my boxers and started stroking.
That was good; it was fantastic, if he could just keep doing that….but wait. "Finn, pants."
He looked confused for a second, before nodding. "Dry clean only, right." He pulled both my pants and boxer shorts off, leaving me completely naked.
There was a time when being naked in front of Finn would have been to embarrassing to even think about. I wanted him, but in a childish way. I wanted him to hold my hand, and to kiss me chastely, and to write me long, melodramatic love poems. The actual sexual part of the relationship? Never even entered my mind.
Though in retrospect, I would probably be far more likely to get a dirty limerick from Finn then any sort of love poem.
Amazing how quickly things change. Now I craved Finn like a drug. I wanted rough kisses, the kind where your lip got bitten and there was beard burn on your jaw and you didn't care because everything was so perfectly right. I wanted to touch his cock, and to suck it, and to feel his body fall apart under mine. In short, I wanted everything.
You know, Finn probably wants that same everything. Which is why you are where you are right now. Which, by the way, is flat on your back, you tramp.
Between that surprisingly comforting thought from Galinda and the feeling of Finn's hands touching me again, I felt my body relax for the first time this evening. I had already given Finn my heart and soul, so why was I so afraid to give him my body? Especially since he had already offered me his.
As much as I hate to admit it, Finn may well be braver then I am. He had been the first one to touch my body in the basement, the first one to offer a blow job, and the first one to allow me to fuck him. As odd as it was to contemplate, Finn was breaking the path, and all I was doing was following his lead. So, yeah, he was braver.
Or just hornier.
As disgusted with myself as I was to admit it, I didn't think that it was possible to be hornier then I was right now. Finn hand one hand braced on my upper thigh and the other on the bed for balance, and I was pretty sure that if he kissed me one more time, I was going to come anyway, without him even touching me.
The feeling of cold chocolate syrup on my collarbone made me nearly jump out of my skin. Finn smirked. "Oops."
"Please." The exorcist voice was gone, leaving a breathy whimper in its place. "Finn, I'm begging you." It was shameful that I had been reduced to this, but Finn was the only one who would ever hear it.
"Oh, I guess." He said it like it was some gross imposition, rather then what I knew he had been looking forward to all day. He started licking my collarbone, his hand sliding grabbing my cock and pumping slowly. Too slowly. The pressure had built until I was ready to explode, but it wasn't quite enough to push me over the edge.
And Finn, the king of the bastards, knew it. He knew my body, and he knew exactly how much speed and pressure to apply to get me off. Which meant he also knew that this wasn't it.
I needed to come so badly that I actually hurt, but it was still a good kind of pain. I bucked and struggled, trying to get greater friction, but he was holding my body down. Tears formed in the corners of my eyes. "Finn." It was barely even a word, and I couldn't gather my thoughts enough to say anything else.
"Ok. Hold your horses." Somehow he had managed to lick his way down my chest and across my belly. Please, please, please, Jesus and Buddha and Prada and Confucius. Shit, even Satan could get in on this as long as Finn did what I was pretty sure he was going to….YES! His mouth closed over my cock, and now I really was crying.
I was also coming embarrassingly fast, so fast that I didn't even have time to give Finn a warning. He never minded swallowing, but he wasn't ready this time, and he choked a little.
And we're off to a real sexy start, now aren't we?
Yeah, well…shut up Galinda! I grabbed for Finn's shirt, belatedly realizing that he was still fully dressed. My fingers tangled in the fabric, tugging with as much strength as I could manage, which wasn't much. Most of my muscles felt like those of a jellyfish.
Luckily he got it and flopped down next to me, studying me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. Usually Finn's sunny natured, always laughing and making jokes. Sometimes he has a temper, and I've even known him to be depressed at times. But these were some of the very few times that I actually saw him completely relaxed and content. It made him look startlingly grown up, like I was getting a preview of the man he would be in a few years. To break the strangeness of the moment, I tapped him on the nose. "Hey."
He chuckled, and he looked like normal, goofy, 16 year old Finn again. 'Hey, back." Then he squirmed uncomfortably. "Can you, uh….just with your hand or something? Please? I'm dying here."
Oh, yeah, Finn would probably like some reciprocation. I twisted around. "Wouldn't you rather I gave you a blow job" I thought I sounded stupid when I tried to sound sexy, but Finn always seemed to like it. Maybe had had just never had anything to compare it to.
"Oh God, yes. You give the most awesome blow jobs ever!" His eyes lit with mirth.
I wasn't really that confident in my blow job giving ability, especially since it seems to be one of the things that Finn is naturally gifted at. There's also the fact that, while I have nothing to be ashamed of, Finn's bigger. It makes sense, considering how big the rest of him is, but doesn't make things quite so easy to, pardon the pun, swallow.
All those years you spent with a microphone in front of your mouth, I'll bet you never imagined cramming it all the way down your throat!
That was just disgusting. And possibly more accurate then not. "Ok, hold still." Finn tends to get a little wild right before he came, bucking and jerking, but was usually pretty calm with a reminder. Calm for Finn at any rate.
Despite having done this over and over, I still found sucking dick to be a little bit intimidating. Finn swore that I was doing everything right, and that it was wonderful for him, but sometimes I just thought that he was humoring me. I've never once made him swear a blue streak like he always makes me.
So? All that proves you the two of you aren't the same person. I do recall the words 'most awesome blow jobs ever' coming out of his mouth about 15 seconds ago. He's not as loud as you are, that doesn't mean he doesn't like it.
Speaking of Finn, he was watching me with an expectant face. "Please? Do I have to start begging? Because I made you do it?. I'll totally do the caramel thing and beg. "
"Oh, I guess." I was teasing him now, and we both knew it. "We'll save the begging for later, but keep it in mind." Then the rest of what he had said hit home. "Wait, what caramel thing?"
"Payback?" He looked as confused as I sounded. "You know, I made you do it, so you make me do it? What goes around comes around?"
"Karma, not caramel." The thing about Finn was, if you explained things to him quickly and in a non condescending way, he seldom made the same mistake twice.
"Karma. You know, caramel would sound better because then-Fuck!" He lost his train of thought as I put his cock in my mouth. I love the boy with all my heart, but sometimes I love him better when he's quiet.
Since my mouth isn't as big as Finn's, I couldn't put his dick all the way down my throat like he did. Still, I had always heard that enthusiasm counted for a lot, and I had plenty of that. After all, I had wanted this man (and this cock, if I can be crude for a minute) for over a year already. I'm pretty sure I have enthusiasm covered.
I had also done a little bit of covert research, bribing Mercedes to get me a half dozen issues of Cosmo, all of which seemed to have some advice on how to give the best possible blow job.
Also, if I ever needed to give myself a breast exam, I knew how.
At any rate, I now knew a trick that I hadn't used before, which was to wrap my hand around the part of his dick that I couldn't get in my mouth and twist gently. Finn whimpered, and, if the way his thighs were shaking was any indication, it was something that I was going to have to revisit later. "Easy, Finn, easy."
As much as this intimidated me, there was something amazing about it as well. It was one moment in which I felt like I had total mastery of Finn's body, and could make it do whatever I wanted. Even when I was having sex with him, I hadn't felt this power. Maybe later on, when we were both more confident with it, it would different, but for now, this was it.
His breath stuttered and stopped. "Holy shit, Kurt." It came out as more of a rush of air then actual speech. "That feels awesome."
"Mmm-hmmmmm" I drew out the humming as much as I could, since I knew that it drove Finn crazy.
He was trying so hard to restrain himself from just shoving his cock down my throat, which I appreciated. I pulled off. "Warn me, ok?"
"L-like you did?" He still found the mental wherewithal to be slightly sarcastic. The effect was somewhat ruined by the stutter, though.
"Finn, do you really want to upset the man who's planning on putting out for you in a few minutes?" Even though I had taken my mouth off, I kept lazily stroking, which made him shiver. I leaned back, giving him a full (and slightly slutty) view of my entire body.
"Um, no?" Now he was in full on brain meltdown mode. When Finn and I first started hooking up, I always tried to keep my body covered, or at least Finn so focused on other things that he wouldn't look. If he would have jerked me off under the covers, so he didn't get to see me at all, I would have been just fine with that. I even avoided looking at my body when I was alone. No matter what angle I looked at, it was ugly and wrong.
But Finn didn't think so. When he looked at me, he saw something amazing and beautiful. That I could almost see. I did have nice features, and, I knew that I was cute. But so are baby pandas, and boys don't like baby pandas. I wanted to be sexy. So sexy that heads turned when I walked down the street and boys were falling all over themselves to get my number. Kind of a pipe dream, I knew, and one I was ashamed to claim as my own, but it was what it was. Didn't everyone dream of being a sex symbol?
You are.
And that was the thing I loved most about Finn, and why I was willing to do this with him when I couldn't even think about doing it with anyone else. When he looked at me, he saw that sex symbol even when I didn't. I trusted him, and that his feelings for me were genuine, and this was a natural extension of that.
But first, I had some business to attend to. "Good, then, we're in agreement." I went back to my blow job, concentrating as hard as I could at making Finn happy.
I do have a sense of humor, not to mention I enjoy making Finn squirm, I started humming again. I had never really thought of giving a blow job as an arousing prospect, but within a few minutes my dick was stirring again. I glared it into submission, which had the unexpected effect of making me change my angle. The angle change made Finn jerk and shudder. "Shit! Now, now!"
Finn wasn't usually able to give much warning, but even a few seconds was enough. I pulled off for the second time and rose to press my mouth to Finn's. I didn't like him doing that to me, since all I could think about was germs and where his mouth had been, but he never minds. The kiss was hot and fevered, with Finn huffing sharply into my mouth, his moans a vibration rather then a sound. At the same time, his cock jerked sharply, shooting all over my hand and his stomach. He flopped backwards limply, narrowly avoiding smacking himself on the headboard. "I love you."
"Love you, too, Cowboy." I might not have much confidence in my blow job giving ability, but Finn's body didn't lie. When he had just had a particularly good orgasm, all for of his limbs would tremble for a few minutes, and I could see the shudders from here. I waited until he was totally still and started licking his stomach, cleaning it up.
Seems you could have saved yourself a step….
I knew that. It wasn't that I actually hated the taste of semen, because I didn't. But the thought of actually letting Finn come in my mouth made my skin crawl. It just seemed like I would choke, and I would never be able to live that humiliation down. I'm not sure who I thought would humiliate me, since Finn doesn't tell anyone about our little trysts, but my ego just couldn't take the bruising.
Since even Finn was going to need a few minutes to recover from that one, I laid down next to him, resting my head on his chest and feeling his heartbeat. It pattered rapidly at first, then slowed into its normal rhythm. I rolled my head and mouthed lightly at a nipple. He sighed deeply, then chuckled. "I love it when you're horny."
Cuddling in the afterglow like this, it was easy to ask questions and talk about things that we usually wouldn't. "I have a question for you, Cowboy, and I want you to be honest."
His eyes widened. "Is this about the Youtube video?"
It hadn't started out about that, but I wasn't going to miss that opportunity. "What Youtube video?"
"You know the one where you're in the really tight black underarmour? The sparkly ones?" I must have looked blank, because he gave me a lazy grin, his laughter barely contained. . "The 'Single Ladies' one!"
"That was a unitard, and who put it on YouTube?" Due to my lack of clothing, I could actually watch the blush shoot down my chest and stomach. If the rest of the school saw it, I was doomed.
"I don't know. But it was like, the sexiest thing I had ever seen. Sexier then porn even, because you weren't faking it." He rubbed his cheek against mine. "I totally jerk off when I'm watching it. You never look better then when you're having fun."
See, what did I tell you? Enthusiasm counts.
I decided to let this one go for the moment, at least until I could see the video for myself. If it was the one I had taken of the final product, it wouldn't be too bad. If it was one of the early practices, it could be terrible. "No, this isn't about the YouTube video. It's about Rachel."
"How come? She didn't hit on me today. She never hits on me anymore since she got Jesse."
So his name was Jesse. "Actually Jesse was what we're starting to get curious about. She goes on and on about this boy, and how talented and wonderful he is, but none of us have ever met him. We're starting to think that he's made up."
He smirked. "Is 'we' you and Mercedes? Because that sounds like the sort of thing that you two would come up with."
"Ok, yes, it's me and Mercedes. But come on! She didn't even give us a name, which you have to admit is kind of suspicious. I mean, she all but had your name tattooed on her lower back after a week. Plus, we all know that girl can't keep a secret to save her life."
"She's actually on a date with him right now. His name is Jesse St. James and he goes to a different school. I haven't seen him either, but I'm pretty sure he's real."
Damn, there was another man in this world foolish enough to date Rachel Berry. "That name sounds kind of familiar. Are you sure he doesn't go to McKinley?"
"Yeah, I kind of thought that I should know him, too, but I guess I don't." A big hand ran down my body, the thumb curving into the V of my hipbone. At the same time, his lips found the spot behind my ear. "Can we talk about my boyfriend and not Rachel's boyfriend?"
"I suppose that that can be arra-Finn!" My words choked off as his hand wrapped around my soft cock, thumb sliding up under the head and causing an instant hard-on. "Oh, God, don't stop."
He pulled me over so that his body was spooning mine, and he had access to more of my body. From this position, I could also feel his own cock, half hard and pressed against my ass. Oh, yeah, this was what we were here for.
Luckily, he didn't seem like he was in any huge hurry to get there. This was probably more for my benefit then his, since I knew exactly what it felt like to want nothing more then to get to having sex. Finn got me fully hard, but then moved away, his hands trailing over my body as if he wanted to memorize it all over again. Gentle fingers, callused from playing sports and the drums ran over my spine, my thighs, my nipples. With every stroke, my body got more excited, until he had worked me into a fever pitch and my nerves were gone.
Finally, his hand slid down onto my ass. "Good? You ready?"
I couldn't make myself form words. I tried, but every time I opened my mouth, all that poured out was pitiful moaning. So I nodded instead. "Ok. Let me know if, you know, I hurt you or something."
I nodded again, but I wasn't really afraid. After seeing the deer in the headlights way Finn had reacted to me stretching him out, I had taken the liberty of doing a little experimentation on myself. Finn had been right, three fingers did hurt a little bit, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.
Finn's hands left my body just long enough to get the lube from the nightstand. My stomach rolled with a mixture of apprehension and desire. This was Finn. Finn who would die before he hurt me, and who had a better idea of what to do then I had, since he had been in this position himself, and who….who….
Is an enormous klutz?
Before I could give in to that (admittedly terrifying) thought, Finn trailed his fingers, now slick with lube, down my lower back and over my ass. "So, should I just…like….shove it in there?"
"Yes, Finn, just shove it in there. Could you possibly put that in less sexy terms?" My nerves were making me snarky.
Luckily Finn's used to it, so he just chuckled. "Sorry. Kurt, are you ready for me to…uh….make love sweet love to….well….your ass?"
Points to him for trying. "Thank you, Finn." He probed gently before sliding one finger in. His hands are bigger then mine, and the angle was different, but it was pretty much the same as it had been when I did it to myself. Since I was already somewhat used to the sensation, it made me shiver happily rather then freaking me out. Finn kissed the nape of my neck, his breath coming hard and heavy.
He didn't ask if I was alright, because he already knew. I was fine, and I would tell him if I wasn't. A second finger joined the first, and curled, nailing my prostate with uncanny accuracy. I struggled against him, trying to get some pressure on my aching cock. Anything would do. Even if I had to roll over and start humping the bed like a dog, I would take it just to get a little relief.
Finn must have asked the internet for some tips of his own, because his movements were as smooth as glass, his fingers scissoring and opening me up. I was babbling pitifully, telling him to fuck or suck me, or do anything, as long as it got me off in the end, please Finn.
"Ok, ok, hold still." One arm wrapped around me, pulling me up to my knees. "Seriously, Kurt, quit it! This is hard enough without you squirming around like a cat in heat!"
Had I been able to form words right then, I would have pointed out how hard more then one body part was as well, but all I could do was whimper. Finn pressed his dick against me, releasing a slow breath as he did. He shivered once and whispered softly. "Ok, God, help me out here. Please don't let me screw this up or have that mailman problem. Also? Don't watch because that's gross and I know you aren't a pervert."
Despite everything, I snickered a little into my forearm. Finn stroked my hipbone. "Ok, here we go."
One of his hands left my back, and I could hear him tearing open a condom and putting it on. That was strange, since I hadn't used one with him. What made the inside of my body dirtier and worse then his?
I had promised myself that when my turn came to bottom I would be a lot braver about it then Finn had been. Of course it would hurt, I wasn't saying that it hadn't, but Finn can be a bit of a baby when it comes to pain.
Baby he might have been, but this time Finn was right. When Finn pushed inside of me, it hurt. A lot. Now my whimpers were pain more then pleasure. Clearly Finn shouldn't be topping anyone, if this is what it felt like. Maybe his dick was just too big to fit.
He kissed the back of my neck, which was now damp with sweat. "I know, I know. It'll get better."
It certainly couldn't get any worse. But I concentrated on relaxing, the same way I did when the hockey team had launched me into yet another dumpster. Things always hurt worse when your muscles were tense. In through the mouth, out through the nose.
While I was concentrating on not freaking out, Finn kept pressing forward until his hips were pressed against me. His breathing was as tightly controlled as mine, which made me feel better. His forehead dropped between my shoulder blades. "Fuck, Kurt. You're just…fuck."
Well, that was an ego boost. Knowing that I was making Finn fall apart like this helped me relax, and, as soon as I did, things started feeling better. He pulled almost all the way out, added more lube and pushed in again. The extra slickness let me relax further, and I felt the first bits of pleasure stirring low in my stomach. "Mmmmm."
He responded to my sigh of pleasure by pressing even closer, humming himself. "I can't….here; can you lean a little on your one arm?"
Since Finn has all the natural grace of a llama on roller-skates, it took him a few minutes to work out how to thrust into me, keep his balance on the bed, and get a hand around to jerk me off. Once he got it though, he got it good.
"My my, Kurt, you're quite the needy little slut, aren't you?" Finn sounded like he was trying not to laugh, but failing miserably.
Had it been anyone else, they would have been thrown out of the house (never mind whether it was my house or not, I would still kick them out) without a second thought. The fact that it was Finn, though? There was a sick part of me that found the dirty talk incredibly hot. My pride warred with my need, and, as always, the pride lost out big time. "I am." There was no point in trying to lie about it, considering that he could feel how hard I was trying to rut against his hand.
"Yeah." He was trying to sound a cool and collected, but the shudder in his voice betrayed him. His angle changed, and I suddenly knew what everyone was talking about it regards to sex. My brain stopped and the room started to spin.
The world shrunk until it was me, Finn, and the things he was doing to my body. He was talking, or maybe just moaning, but it was nothing but meaningless swirls of noise to me. All that mattered was that I got off and right now.
When I actually did come, I swear I felt my heart stop beating. My body twisted, and Finn ended up nearly losing his balance again. His new position caused his cock to slide right across my already oversensitive prostate. Even though it was borderline painful, the sensation pushed me into a second orgasm almost before I was done with the first. Everything went dark, and I swear I passed out for a minute.
I was brought back to reality by Finn's fingers tightening on my hips, hard enough that I knew there were going to be bruises for a week. His body shook and he gave a final drawn out groan before coming inside of me. He rocked backwards onto his knees, pulling out. "I'm just going to toss this." He gestured at the condom.
"Sure." I made a move to roll over myself, only to suddenly realize that I was completely covered in disgusting bodily fluids. Semen, sweat, things I couldn't even identify. I held my arms out of my sides, not even wanting to touch my own body. "Get a washcloth, please." Normally I would have insisted on a full shower, but I couldn't even make myself sit all the way up, so it was going to be a whore's bath tonight.
I waited, but Galinda had gone silent. The skank was probably all blissed out and, if I was lucky, would snooze right on through tomorrow.
Once the clean up was taken care of, I climbed on top of Finn, resting my head on his chest. The move was partially to snuggle closer to him, and partially to avoid having to lie in the wet spot. "That was…." I stopped because there were no words to describe what had happened. My entire lower body burned, telling me that I had been using muscles that hadn't been worked out in a long time, if ever. Even my abs hurt.
"Like the most awesome thing ever?" One hand ran up and down my back, heavy and slow. "Because it totally was."
"Yeah." I had heard Santana say over and over that it took a bunch of tries (anywhere from 12-47, depending on how bitchy she felt and if she and Puck were seeing each other at the time) before the sense of accomplishment set in. Was it weird that Finn and I got it right in two tries?
I gave myself a quick shake, trying to stay awake so I could talk to him a bit more. "Hey, Finn?"
"Hmm?" One eye flicked back open, sated and content.
"I….did you like it better? Being on top?" I had liked both, but I was pretty sure that I preferred bottoming.
"Uh-huh. I felt like I could control things, which was kind of cool. It's neat that you trusted me to be in charge." The hand on my back moved around to touch my hip. "But we don't have to do it that way every time. We don't want thing to get boring."
"One thing you will never be, Cowboy, is boring. Our lives just don't run that way." Even if sometimes I wished that there could be a break from the drama, if only for a few weeks.
"Mine used to." His voice was strange, and I couldn't tell if he was sad about that or not. "It used to always be normal. But then Glee came, and then there was you, and our parents are dating, and I had to get tested and now everything's kind of strange. It's not boring, but it wasn't really boring before, either."
I wasn't sure if I was supposed to get angry, or apologize, or even say anything at all, so I went with rubbing my thumb over his collarbone in as soothing a manner as I could manage. He grinned. "But if none of that had happened, I wouldn't have you. I would still have Quinn, and that would have been really bad. She needed me, because of Drizzle, but she didn't really want me. Rachel wanted me, but maybe I wouldn't have her either. I screw things up a lot, you know. Anyway, now she has Jessie. So everyone got who they needed. And Quinn has no one, which makes me feel kind of good, even though it's really wrong."
Once Finn started with the word vomit like this, it was best just to nod and not say anything. Usually he could babble it out on his own. Sure enough, he stretched happily. "Anyway, sometimes it's good for life to be a little bit boring, but most of the time it's not."
"I love you, too, Finn." Even though he hadn't actually said the words, I knew what he meant. "And I'm glad things aren't boring."
"Yeah. So, Mom won't be home for another few hours, so maybe we could fuel up with some more food, and then have some more sex? Because I might need a few more tries before-Kurt?" He cut himself off, staring me in the face. "What's wrong? You aren't going have a seizure are you?"
I'm sure I did look like I was about to go into convulsions. Actually, I felt like I might have some sort of attack. Finn's words from earlier, which had drifted to the back of my brain the minute my dick got hard, suddenly shot back to the front. Jessie St. James. Jessie St. James. The name appeared in giant neon letters blasted across my brain, and I knew exactly where I had heard that name before. "Rachel's dating the enemy!"
Finn shot me an incredulous look. "What? Look, we don't even know this dude. How do we know he's the enemy?"
"Jessie St. James is the male lead of Vocal Adrenaline! Finn, there's no way he's not spying on us!" After all, Rachel's personality wasn't going to attract him. He was evil, not stupid.
"What are we going to do?" His eyes were huge.
I sat up, balancing myself on Finn's stomach. "I don't know."
"Maybe she doesn't know who he is? I mean, Rach loves winning, and she can't do that if he knows all of our routines." Finn sounded heartbreakingly hopeful. He never likes to think that anyone is mean on purpose, no matter how clear the evidence.
"Of course she knows! She's run a background check on every member of the Glee club, and she hates most of us! There's no way she didn't run one on the man she's dating. Plus, she hid him from us. There's no reason to hide him if she's not ashamed of what she's doing." I don't have Finn's trusting nature, and I certainly had no desire to defend her.
"Do we tell on her?" Again, I had a hard time reading his tone. "Because I hate tattling."
"It's not tattling when-Finn!" I had leaned backwards to get more comfortable, and rather distinctively felt something against my back. "Really? Can you not control your body for 10 minutes?"
"Not when I'm looking at you naked! It's a compliment, if you think about it." He held up his hands, looking pitiful. "Besides, we can't do anything about the Rachel and Jessie thing until tomorrow anyway. Why should we waste tonight worrying about my ex-girlfriend when we have each other?"
Sometimes, Finn made an amazing amount of sense. I braced my hands on either side of his neck and leaned down to kiss him. "You have a dirty mind, Finn Hudson."
"Like you wouldn't believe. So, should we do stuff?"
I let myself fall into his devil-may-care attitude. "And just what would you be planning?"
He pulled me down so he could whisper in my ear. My mouth dropped open and I felt my face (not to mention the rest of my body) get suddenly hot. "Finn Hudson! You are a complete pervert!"
"I know. So, you wanna?" His face was the smug look of a man who already knows he's won.
I took the plunge. "Sure, why not?"
"Awesome. I'll go get the chocolate syrup."