A/N: Here there be porn.

Kurt POV

"Are you thinking about it, Finn?" I had put my sunglasses on, not only because of the glare, but because I knew Finn was trying to get a read on me and I liked making him squirm. "About what we're doing tonight?"

"I, uh, I have a few ideas." He sounded nervous, like he expected me to freak out at any minute. "They mostly involved us naked."

"I like the directions these plans are headed in." Finn tends to need a little encouragement to share his thoughts. I guess years of being told how stupid you and your ideas are will do that to you. "Tell me more."

He shrugged and shook his head, so I quit pushing. Instead I changed the subject. "So, are you feeling any different today? More focused?"

"Not really. I've been dizzy all day and I'm not starving for, like, the first time ever, but I don't think I listened any better then usual. Maybe it takes a little while before the pills work?" He didn't sound particularly hopeful, which caused a pang in my chest. Of the two of us, Finn's always the hopeful, endlessly cheerful one. I was the chronic pessimist.

I guess even Finn's entitled to a few bad days every once in a while. In a way, I actually feel kind of honored when he does things like this. At least he feels like he doesn't have to pretend with me, and act like he's feeling something he's not.

Maybe you could do something to, oh, I don't know, improve his day? Maybe something involving both of you naked?

Well that was just a foregone conclusion, now wasn't it? I gave Finn's ribs a quick tickle, making sure I got him in just the right place. His smile appeared like magic, which always made me smile back.

"Hopefully tomorrow goes better." I pulled into his driveway, taking care to leave enough space for Carole's car. In a perfect world, I would be gone before she got home, thus negating any possibility of her finding out that I had spent the better part of the afternoon despoiling her son, but this world was far from perfect. More accurately, Finn was far too perfect, and it was hard to leave him, no matter how many times I told both him and myself it was the best path for avoiding humiliation on all parts.

"It probably will. Plus, there's Glee, and it's tacos in the cafeteria, which always makes a good day."

I wish I was easy to please as Finn. One Glee rehearsal, half dozen tacos, and he was convinced that the world was perfect again. We were both quiet up until we got inside. Then he chuckled and pulled me in for a hug and the sort of kiss that you usually only see in old-fashioned movies. I'm actually surprised that my leg didn't do that popping up thing that the girls always did. "So, I just remembered something kind of sad."

The spark in his eyes told me that it wasn't nearly as sad as he was pretending it was. "Really. And tell me, Finn Hudson, what might this kind of sad thing be?"

"You and me tied, but we were still only numbers 3 and 4 on the Glist. Quinn and Santana beat us. I'm thinking that maybe we need to get ourselves up the list." He nudged me with his nose, then started kissing across my throat.

"I…ah….you…" My thoughts had scattered like the baby spiders at the end of Charlottes Web, and I had to push Finn back before I could gather them up again. Once his lips (and tongue) were off of me, it was much easier to think. "So, what you're telling me is, that you want to perform various and kinky sexual acts on me for the sole purpose of propelling us to the top of a rather revolting and degrading list that only serves to underscore our society's voyeuristic obsession with other people's sex lives?"

As planned, I bought myself a little time while Finn detangled and interpreted that speech in his own mind. All of those vocabulary lessons were paying off, though, and it didn't take nearly as long as it would have even a few weeks ago. "Well, no." He looked at me like I had sprouted a second head. "You think I'm saying it because I want us to get to the top of the Glist and the Glist is bad because our society likes watching other people have sex, right?"

I crossed my arms over my chest and did my best mock glare at him. By now, Finn knows me well enough to know that this is all in good fun. "In a nutshell, yes."

"Then definitely no. That's only one of the reasons. The big reason is so that we can both get off, and because I love you. Duh." He grinned at me. "Sometimes you make things a big deal when they really aren't."

Touché, Finn Hudson. "Possibly. But I do like this idea of moving up the list. What do you think we should do?"

"Let's do it somewhere other then the bed." He unlocked the door and nudged me inside. "Let's do it lots of places besides the bed."

And that, ladies and gentleman, was the sort of idea that got you moved up the Glist. "I'm liking what I'm hearing. But if your next suggestion is either that we do it in your mother's bed or the great outdoors, I'm out. One of those ideas is creepy and the other illegal. I'm not getting arrested for a sex crime."

His face transformed into a mask of horror. "In Mom's bed? Dude, that's where she and my Dad did it! That's where I was conceived!" Then an even worse thought occurred to him. "Oh God, she sleeps in that bed at night! Gross!"

The indignation in his voice made me laugh a little. "Ok, ok. That's why we aren't going to do it. Can I get a promise about no outdoor sex either?"

"Is it really illegal?" His eyes were cagey, and that was never a good sign with Finn.

"Indecent exposure, lewd behavior, public indecency, and whatever else they can dream up. So, yes. Plus, it's 30 degrees out there now, and once it warms up you'll be looking at bug bites in very unattractive places. They're attracted to sweat, you know."

"Then no outside sex, promise. How about the living room? It's clean and the couch is pretty big." He was already pushing me towards it.

Since I read a lot of Cosmo (over at Mercedes' or Tina's houses only, though. Dad's great, but I think even he would draw the line at me subscribing), I knew that this was actually a healthy sign in our relationship. It was a very primitive behavior, the wanting to claim the relationship, and by extension, me, in places outside the safety of the bedroom. As much as that meant to me, though, the prude in my heart was still not 100% on board with this idea.

Do it! Do it! Do it! Do it! Fuck that boy in every way, and every position known to man. Then turn it around and let him do the same to you.

Have I ever mentioned that the prude in my heart is not named Galinda? Still, I let Finn lead me to the living room without complaint. Doing it on the couch did have a naughty air about it, as if we were any normal teenage couple. Which we were, but we weren't; either.

In the 4 years since I had started to notice boys and realize what it actually meant, I never once thought that I would have a boyfriend while I still lived at home. I might as well have asked to sprout wings and fly around the football field. I accepted that, and I accepted that there were certain experiences I would miss out on because of that. Among others, I had never thought I would be fooling around on the couch belonging to my boyfriend's mother. By the time I had a boyfriend of my own, we would all have our own places and I would miss this rite of passage.

"Jesus Fuck, Kurt, quit thinking!" Finn rolled his eyes. "Whatever it is, can't it wait until after? Or never?"

"You have a filthy mouth, Finn." Of course, being the good boyfriend that I am, I had to climb up and taste that mouth for myself, just to be sure. Nope. His mind might be filthy but his mouth was sweet. And, actually, a little bit sour. "Have you been eating Sour Patch Kids again?"

"Yeah. But they're not as sweet as…I mean sweeter then…fuck, I hate trying to be all romantic and stuff. How about I just suck you off and we call it even?" He was getting that adorable flush across his face and throat.

"Romance is very overrated." Finn's blow jobs, on the other hand, were very, very, not overrated.

Since Finn's idea of getting me naked involved just ripping the clothing off my body, and this vest had cost well over $200, I wiggled out from underneath him. "Let me get the clothes off."

His eyes rolled again. "I only tore one thing. But hurry up and get naked."

That 'one thing' had cost me nearly three weeks of working at the garage every single day after school, but I knew that debating that with Finn was pointless. You either understood why someone would pay $350 or a shirt, or you didn't, and there was no in between.

I took my silk shirt off slowly, letting it slip down my one shoulder while I worked on the lower buttons. Finn's breath caught and he suddenly became laser focused on me. Oh, this could be very good.

I don't usually try to pull of 'sexy', because it never quite works for me. Finn insists that it does, and that he's never seen anything hotter, but I've checked myself out in the mirror and it just looked stupid, so I knew he was just being nice.

Sexy, like beauty, is in the eye of the beholder. Speaking of, Finn's are about to bug out of his head.

A sideways glance confirmed that Finn was all but panting, staring at my exposed skin. Really? Ok, I could work with this. I lowered my eyes again and rolled my body, letting the shirt slide off my shoulder entirely while pretending to fuss with the button on my pants. Finn gulped audibly. "Is there something I can help you with, Cowboy?"

He smirked. "Yeah, kind of." He stood and pulled down his jeans and boxer shorts in one smooth motion. "How's this?"

I tried to remain calm and unaffected. "You certainly do appear to be in need of some help. Maybe I could be of some assistance?"

"Keep getting naked, I like the show."

Obviously he liked the show. I slipped my shirt completely off, letting it pool onto the bed. Then I ran into a problem with my pants. Due to circumstances beyond my control, my pants had gotten significantly tighter then they were 10 minutes ago. And, let me tell you, they hadn't really been loose then. I had to fumble in a rather non-graceful way.

"Screw it; I can't possibly tear your pants." Suddenly Finn was pushing me backwards onto the couch, his hands running down my sides and over to the reluctant button. He popped it without hesitation, and I moaned with relief from the pressure. With a feral smile, he yanked them off my body, leaving me in nothing but my blue boxer-briefs. He blatantly stared at my body. "Awesome."

I had to resist the urge to frantically cover my body. Galinda was right. Even if I couldn't see myself as sexy, Finn could, and that was what mattered. I could do this.

Finn pressed his lips to my collarbone. "You're really cute."

Cute? Cute didn't get you to the top of the Glist. I'd show him cute! Since he still had his shirt on, I fisted the fabric and pulled him down on top of me. His cock rubbed against mine with just a thin layer of fabric between them. God, that was good.

Finn must have agreed, because he rolled his hips against mine, moaning contentedly. I pushed his shirt up and off, relishing in the feel of his hot skin. Then suddenly he managed to flip us both so I was on top, straddling his body. It made me feel tough and in charge, which are two feelings I never get tired of. I gave him an approving hum and slid my hands up his chest to his shoulders. "How do you want to do this?"

"How do you, Boss?" His hand came up to grip my hips just a little too tightly. Not tightly enough to bruise, but certainly enough that there would be some marks tonight.

My mind spun and then went blank. Images, some so filthy I couldn't believe that they had come from my own mind, spun across my brain and fluttered away. "I….you pick?" My voice came out a breathy squeak and I made a solemn vow to force it back down into my normal register.

Luckily, Finn already had his head against my chest, his open mouth pressed to my collarbone, so he could hear me easily. He turned his head slightly so he could look up at me with one rather crafty eye. "How sore are you?"

What did that-oh. Heat (and a blush that did nothing for my coloring) raced down my body. Finn snickered. "Dude, you don't have to be embarrassed or anything. It's not like I don't know what it feels like the day after."

"I…I'm not embarrassed."

Liar.

"Liar." He kissed across my chest, his tongue finding my nipples and making me shiver. "You're blushing and your body got really hot."

Some parts of my body were much hotter then others. I was so hard that I was kind of afraid that I would come before Finn even touched me, but the thought of having him penetrate me again? Not so much. "I'm blushing because I'm not used to talking about the state of my…." I trailed off and looked around quickly, like someone might overhear me. I dropped my voice to a whisper. "My, you know, butt."

That wasn't exactly the body part I was concerned about, but I would die before I would say the actual part out loud. Finn, who had no such compunctions, snickered again. "Ok, then." His voice dropped as low as mine. "How sore is your…you know, butt."

I had to smile, even though getting teased usually brought out the worst in me. "Too sore for what you want to do. Sorry, Finn."

Disappointment flashed in his eyes, but he covered it quickly. "Whatever, it's all good. Give me a second choice for what you want to do tonight. You wanna fuck me?"

Something about his calm demeanor and genuine curiosity made me think that he would let me make love to him if I asked. Originally, I had thought that that would be a one time deal, the price he felt like he had to pay to earn himself the sex he was so desperately craving.

I wasn't going there tonight, though. Sex required lube, and condoms, and preparation, and a million other things that a blowjob didn't. Funny, all of those romance novels I've read over the years fail to mention any of those things. They made it sound as easy as rolling over and spreading your legs.

Yeah? And in the movies, Lassie never peed on the rug.

Since I was still on top of Finn already, now would probably be a good time to play the naughty vixen. "Maybe. Or maybe we could do something else. When is your mother coming home?"

He pulled a face. "Please don't talk about Mom when we're naked. It kills my hard-on."

I looked down. "No it doesn't."

"Ok, no, but it grosses me out." He squirmed a little, trying to get comfortable.

"It does?" I put a hand on either side of his shoulders and leaned down, nibbling on his lip. "It doesn't get you at all hot and bothered to know that we could get caught at any minute?"

His eyes went wide. "This is kind of weird."

Damn, I knew I couldn't pull of the sexy vixen. I was about to back out when a grin spread across his face. "It's also kind of hot."

Deep down, I know that Finn's a bit of a pervert. That wasn't particularly surprising. What was more surprising was I not only liked it, but I was as bad as he was. "Yeah?"

"Oh, yeah." He ran his thumbs up my bare thighs, leaving a line of fire in his wake. "It's like you're the naughty nun or something."

The naughty nun? I had a mental vision of a hatchet faced sister and was barely able to repress a shudder. Was that how Finn really saw me? "What?" It came out with an incredulous giggle. "I'm a nun? I'll show you nun!

He opened his mouth, probably to frantically explain what he really meant, but I wasn't about to give him the chance. I grabbed both of his hands, pulling them over his head and silenced him with my mouth on his. He sighed into my mouth, clearly happy with the direction things were headed in. His lips moved against mine, but I had no idea what he was trying to say, if anything. Unfortunately, Finn has significantly more body then I do, and there was no way I could both hold his hands and give him a blow job that would knock any thoughts of nuns and church out of his mind permanently.

Never taking my lips off of his, I reached down and managed to get my belt out of my pants. There was nothing to tie his hands to, so I just looped them together in front of his body. This time I didn't ask him if it was alright. I felt like I knew him well enough to know that he was fine with it.

Sure enough, his eyes widened, but he also got that stupid look in his eyes that said he was totally turned on. I don't know why it surprises me that he likes me taking charge, considering that he let both Quinn and Rachel do the same thing. I rested my body along his, drawing a line up his neck with my nose, then my tongue, before giving him the sort of kiss guaranteed to blow a few of him mental gaskets.

Are you sure that that's wise? Poor thing doesn't have many to spare.

Shut up Galinda! And go away, too, because this is not a three-way. We were both breathing hard when I broke the kiss, and I actually had to close my eyes for a moment to remind my body to get itself under control. There wasn't much blood flow going to my brain, and I was having trouble keeping myself on track here. What exactly was I supposed to be doing with Finn? Sex? No, wait; I had already decided no sex. I shook my head to clear it. Hand job? Not slutty enough. Blow job? Definitely blow job.

"How would you like me to suck your cock?" I was obscenely proud that I managed to sound all slutty and hot. I was especially delighted that I hadn't stuttered or blushed when I used the word 'cock'.

Finn's choked a little on thin air. "Oh, God, yes. You are hot as fuck."

Aw…flattery would get him everywhere with me. "I guess, since you're so nice about it." I nipped lightly down his neck, taking care not to raise a bruise. Since Finn was supposedly not dating anyone, it wouldn't do to have him walking around with an enormous hickey. At least not on his neck. Other parts of his body were fair game, at least as far as I was concerned.

Finn had actually listened to my fashion advice this morning, and was wearing a nice button up instead of his usual depressingly common Abercrombie T-shirt. I undid each button slowly, kissing the skin as it was bared. I waited until I was down to his lower stomach before sucking hard on the delicate skin near his hipbone. Low enough to tease and tantalize him, high enough that the rest of the Glee club could see it if he raised his arms over his head. Which, by the way, I would be sure to encourage him to do. I had always considered myself above such primitive displays, but it turned out that I'm not. Amazing the things that I've discovered about myself since meeting one Finn Hudson.

As any good fashion whore knows, proportion is not only a good general rule, but key to everything. Finn has a ridiculously oversized body, so it would stand to reason that he also has a ridiculously oversized cock. The fact that he does is further proof in my mind that there no question or problem nothing that can't be solved or answered by fashion.

Years of cramming subs and mouthfuls of chips have all but destroyed Finn's gag reflex, so he's capable of performing a few tricks, such as deep throating, that those of us who know how to take delicate bites and actually chew can't do. Not to mention he's bigger then I am. Lengthwise, we're close, and I certainly don't have anything to be ashamed of, but he's much thicker.

Let it never be said that Kurt Anthony Hummel is a coward, though, and I lowered my head to lick at it. Finn shivered, a movement that traveled all the way down his body and made me smile fondly. I never get tired of seeing how responsive he is to me. "Easy, Finn, you know I'm not as good at this as you are."

"You're perfect, you know that. Just…please?" His hands, still tied, had been twisting, but he relaxed and gave himself over to me completely, trusting that I would never do anything to hurt him. With that in mind, I bit the bullet and wrapped my lips around his cock, sliding down slowly and teasing the head with my tongue. Thank you Cosmo, for all of your teaching and wisdom. Mercedes was right; that thing was the holy bible.

"Jesus Fuck." Finn's voice was so strangled that it come out as nothing but high pitched whisper.

I pulled off and gave him a look. "Not my name, Cowboy. Do you want to try again?"

From the blissed out look on his face, I had a suspicion that Finn was having trouble remembering his own name right now, much less mine, but I let him try. He gave ma a lazy grin. "I love you, Spider Monkey."

Close enough for me. I licked gently over the head, and slid back down, taking as much of him as I could into my mouth. It wasn't as much as he could, but he certainly wasn't complaining.

If all of my eavesdropping on Brittany and Santana during Glee, and the rest of the female (and a few of the male, but I'm not naming names there) Cheerios had taught me nothing else, it was that you gave blow jobs because you had to. It wasn't arousing for you, it wasn't even that fun. The internet might make it look fun, but those were paid actors. If you gave head at all, it was so you could get the favor returned, or, more likely, so you would have leverage against the guy for something later.

Well, either they were doing it wrong or I was, because, once I got over my initial fears, I loved sucking Finn's cock. I liked the way it felt, and the way it tasted and the utter mastery the act gave me over Finn's body. When I was doing this for him, I really and truly believed that he loved me. Not that I didn't at other times, and I definitely believed that he believed himself when he said it to me, but there was still a part of me that was scared of what was happening. Every time I got something good in my life, it only seemed to be so it could be taken away later. Nothing every worked out permanently for me.

Having Finn's hands tied like they were gave me two very clear advantages. First of all, it stopped him from being able to pull the little tricks that he liked to, like grabbing me and doing things like ripping my clothes off and having his way with me, or deciding that he would return the cocksucking favor. Not that those actions don't have their place, of course, but his greater size meant he could pull them whenever he wanted, and I just had to go along for the ride. It's great for me, but sometimes I worry that Finn doesn't get what he wants and needs out of this relationship. I ask, of course, but I usually just get a blank look and a mutter of 'you. All I need is you. Why do you keep asking me that?', which is something else about him that I don't understand. For someone who appears to be so open about everything, Finn is still a bit of an enigma shrouded in mystery to me.

The other thing I liked about it was kind of petty, but that didn't make it any less true. When I had Finn's hands restrained, he quit touching my hair. For some reason, he was crazy about doing it, which only served to drive me crazy. Boys who roll out of bed looking good (yes, I've seen him do it, much to my envy) just do not understand who much time it can take to put one's self together in the morning. My hair doesn't behave itself unless it's been sprayed within an inch of it's life, and Finn can mess that up with just a few strokes.

Seems to me he can mess your brain up completely by stroking something else a few times.

True enough. Since I can't fit all of Finn into my mouth, I wrapped my hand around the rest and pumped gently, first in mimicry of what my hand was doing, then in the opposite direction. Finn was trembling now, despite his best efforts to keep himself still. He still couldn't move his hands, but he made up for it by jerking his entire body so hard that he actually moved me on the bed. I had to bite back a moan as our new positions brought his leg between both of mine. The sudden friction was so delicious that I moaned wantonly, which made Finn moan as well. Since I suspect that Finn wouldn't appreciate being bitten, I tried to focus on him and not the fact that he was rubbing steadily against me. I was not about to be reduced to humping Finn's leg like a horny old dog.

Care to make a small wager on that?

My free hand crept back to fondle his balls, tugging lightly before sliding even further back. I didn't try to penetrate him, but I did graze gently, which made him gasp. "Fuck, Kurt, I'm…I'm."

I appreciated his attempt to warn me, even though it wasn't really necessary. Anything Finn could do (excluding belching the alphabet, thank you very much) I would learn to do as well or die trying. That included swallowing.

Besides, I was so used to his body that I could already tell by the tension in his stomach and the lazy roll of his hips that he was close. A surge of power raced through my body. This was me, and I was doing this. Right at this moment, I wasn't the tiny, skinny little gay kid that could be pushed around and thrown into dumpsters at will. I wasn't weak, and I wasn't afraid. I was the master of both his body and mine, which was a heady feeling. I could get used to this.

One more rub right behind his balls and he gave low whine and one shallow thrust before coming in my mouth. Funny, when he does it, swallowing looks really easy. I mean, I've been doing it for 16 years already, and semen is basically a liquid, so it should be a simple task. Yeah, it wasn't and I ended up coughing a bit.

Of course, my situation may have been complicated a bit by the fact that my power trip and gone to my head (and dick), and I was coming hard against his leg.

Told you so.

Since I didn't have a response for that one, I just collapsed on top of Finn, resting my head in the crook of his neck. He ran a thumb across my cheekbone and down my neck. "That was fucking awesome. You rule at giving blow jobs."

I always had a fear that he was saying that to be nice, but I flushed under the compliment anyway. I leaned over and kissed him on the lips. "Thanks."

His hands wrapped around my body and drug me up so I was sitting on his stomach instead of his thighs. "So, do you want me to return the favor?"

"Er…" Humiliation, thy name is Kurt Hummel. "That won't be necessary, thank you."

"Won't be…." Finn was puzzled until he looked down and managed to put two and two together. "Oh."

"Oh." I could actually see the blush spreading down my body, which only embarrassed me more. Why couldn't I control my body around Finn? "I'm really sorry?" I wasn't sure what etiquette demanded one say in a situation like this.

He shrugged. "It happens. You shouldn't sit around in wet clothes, though; you'll get some sort of infection." With one swift movement, he wrenched my underwear off, leaving me completely bare.

I suppose it's a measure of our growing comfort with each other that I didn't immediately try and cover my dick, which was still half-hard. Instead I crossed my arms over my chest. "Finn Hudson!'

He pointed lazily at me. "Kurt Hummel!"

God, I have no idea why I find that so cute. "This is highly inappropriate! What's your excuse going to be if someone looks through the window and sees us? We both got really hot, even though it's 30 degrees outside, so we took our clothes off and then accidently fell on top of each others genitals? Because let me tell you, no one's going to believe that."

"Who do you think looks in my windows at 4 in the afternoon?" His voice was genuinely curious, and I had to admit to myself that the chances of that happening were far slimmer then I had originally imagined them to be. "Besides, I'm not ashamed of you. I don't care if everyone knows."

Finn is not the liar that he thinks he is. His eyes always flicker a bit to the side, and he looks so completely innocent that you just know he's not. I don't think that he's ashamed of me, per se, but there is part of him that's ashamed of himself, and the feelings he's having for another boy.

I try not to blame him for those feelings, because I know that they're normal. Just a few months ago, Finn was the man of McKinley High. Quarterback, dating the head cheerleader, popular, he had everything. Now he pretty much had nothing except the Glee club and me. It's a bitter pill to swallow, even though he's choked it down with more grace then I probably could have managed. Still, there's a part of me that resents him for having even the smallest doubts about me.

But I had to hide that part. Finn had enough to worry about with out my insane jealousy and over possessiveness coming out to play. I smiled at him. "I know you aren't ashamed of me. But now isn't the right time everyone to know about us. We'll know when it's right." Like after graduation, when Finn and I were on our way out of town.

His hands ran up my hips to span my rib cage. "Ok. You're way smarter then me, so if you think it's a bad idea, it probably is. Just…." He stopped, and I had to nudge him a few times to get him to continue. He looked sad when he finally whispered. "Am I going to be able to take you to prom next year?"

I melted. I know that Finn doesn't think he's very good with romance, and most of the time I agree, but I couldn't help the flood of fantasies that his words set off. Being able to dance with him under that tacky mirrored disco ball, sneaking spiked punch, Finn in a tux. The two of us being Prom Kings together. All of those things that I had been sure that I would never have.

Getting punched in the face instead of just slushied. Having the word 'FAG' scratched into your car. You ending up as Prom Queen instead. Let me explain how it happens in the real world.

It didn't always happen that way, and maybe it wouldn't for us either. I gave him another kiss, just so I could let him know how sweet I thought he was. I didn't want to dash his hopes, but I was afraid to commit either. Who knew, maybe we wouldn't even be together a year from now. "I hope so."

"Me, too." That apparently closed the subject wit him, because he was nodding to himself. His hands moved back down, fondling me gently. We fell silent then, both entranced by what he was doing. He was totally focused on staring at my rapidly hardening cock, and I couldn't tear my eyes off of his hands. Huge, strong, but so oddly gentle. He had calluses on some of his fingers, no doubt from where he held his drumsticks or his game controller, and I could see the fine bones shifting beneath the thin skin when he moved. I saw his hands every day, and felt them on my body most days, but this was different. It felt bizarrely intimate, like he was doing something more then sexual to me.

"Are you sure that you don't want to fuck me?" His voice was a low rumble, and so unexpected that at first I didn't understand the words. "Because I'm totally on board with it."

"I….I could possibly be convinced of the wisdom of doing such a thing." Why wasn't my brain working? It was like trying to think and talk through a thick layer of cotton.

He nodded and straightened up, sending me into his lap. Then he went back to the maddeningly slow strokes. It was enough to get me hard and aching, but not enough to get me off. "What do I do to convince you?"

"You're doing a good job." My voice trembled, which let him know that he had me right where he wanted me. "Ok, let's do this."

He grinned, looking like I had just told him the most important thing in the world. "Can we do it in the kitchen?"

The kitchen? I had been about to suggest going back to the bedroom. There was already a wet spot on the couch (sorry Carole!), and I didn't think I was flexible enough to have sex with a 6'3 inch man on a 5 foot couch. "Why in the kitchen?"

"Well, that way I can have sex with you, and look at that double fudge cake Mom made for after dinner tonight. It's like a 2-for-1 deal. You know, my most favorite things in the entire world." He must have seen my incredulous look, because he hastened to clarify. "But you're totally my first favorite. The cake is second." I kept my face totally impassive, even though I was dying to start laughing, and he backpedaled harder. "Way second. Third. Last. You know, how about we just do it in the bedroom?"

He was so pathetic looking that I couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Finn, you're precious. But how exactly do you think we're going to do it in the kitchen? With you bent over the kitchen table?"

"Um, we could clean it up before Mom comes home." From the dopey smile on his face, I was pretty sure that he liked the idea.

"You're six inches taller then I am. Unless I stand on a chair, the physics of this thing are actually impossible." Why was this idea becoming more of a turn on by the minute.

"Oh. Yeah, I didn't think of that, I guess. We've got a step stool in the basement, if you want to use that." He was still hopeful, but I think he got that his idea was going nowhere.

He's such an optimist. "How about we compromise? Let's get a little better at having sex, a little more comfortable, and, if you still want to, we will have sexual intercourse in your kitchen. And, I will bake you a chocolate fudge cake myself."

"I love you." He kissed me one more time, soft and sweet. He had never objected to kissing me after a blow job, which surprised me. I knew from kissing him that he would be able to taste his own semen, which I would expect to disgust him. But it didn't seem to. "So, sex is a go?"

"Sex is a go." I pushed his hands away, sliding off the couch. "But unless you want this to be over too quickly again, you need to quick playing with me. You have a penis of your own to play with."

"Playing with yours is more fun. But ok, let's go upstairs." He jumped up anyway, not willing to give me a chance to change my mind. The chances of that happening, by the way, were slightly less then absolute zero. I had Finn Hudson willing to let me fuck him. Prada, D&G, Coach, and Vera could all be having a 90% sale twenty feet away from the house and I wouldn't give them a second look.

In a moment of insanity brought on by endorphins and arousal, I smacked Finn's butt and took off running for the stairs. I'm faster, but Finn has much longer legs and is more familiar with the house, so it was a tight race. If I hadn't startled him so badly with the smack, he would have probably caught me.

I had already been hard due to Finn's earlier fondling, but that little swat brought back memories of another time when I had done so, way back when Glee had first started and we were performing in front of the entire school. That was the first time I had ever touched another boy like that and it had fueled my fantasies for months afterwards. At the time, I had wondered if Finn had liked it as well, and if he had thought about it when he touched himself later. Maybe I could ask him now.

I froze at the top of the stairs, briefly disoriented and unsure of which way to turn for Finn's room. Strong arms closed around my chest and lifted me up against his body. "Gotcha!"

He must have liked the thrill of the chase, because I could feel his hard cock pressing against my ass. "Now I'm taking you to my room so I can have my wicked way with you. No, wait. We're going there so you can have your wicked way with me." He carried me down the hallway to his room, tossing me on the bed. "Let's go."

I looked down and felt my stomach clench in horror. "Finn, are these the same sheets that were on your bed the last time we did this?"

"Yeah. I only have one set of sheets, Dude." Then he got my meaning. "I washed them like two days ago, I promise. Well, Mom did, but they're clean."

Whether they were clean or not, we were still doing this, so I was going to choose to believe him. "Alright. Lube and condoms?"

"In the nightstand." He idly stoked his hard cock, and my brain short circuited a bit.

My hands were shaking when I opened the drawer, only to be confronted by not only the lube and condoms, but a well worn issue of playboy as well. I clutched the disgusting thing between my thumb and forefinger. "Finn, what's this?"

He colored, which made his face match his cock. "Playboy. I got it from Puck I still like girls sometimes, too, you know."

And who had a stunning masturbatory fantasy involving Hugh Jackman dressed as the Wolverine two nights ago? By the way, nice choice, there, I had a really good time imagining that as well.

Point taken. "In order to fix this, I'm going to have to do something that will drive all of those fantasies right out of your head, won't I?"

I must really be mastering this sexy thing, because his eyes dilated and he started to pant. "That would be awesome." The words were breathy.

I dropped the offending magazine back into the drawer, wiping my fingers on Finn's comforter for good measure. If that thing had really come from Noah Puckerman, it was probably crawling with disease. "Turn over."

Between my greater confidence and Finn knowing what to expect, prepping him didn't take anywhere near as long as it had the first time. It also gave me more time to focus on what I was feeling.

Every detail was sharp in my mind, each feeling more overwhelming then the last. Finn was breathing hard enough that I could see his sides move with each breath. When I leaned over and kissed the back of his neck, I felt the muscles shift and smell the sweetness of his shampoo. His body was far hotter, both inside and out, then he had any right to be, almost hot enough to burn. There was a fading bruise on his hip from where I had gotten a little overenthusiastic in the back room of the garage, and a spray of faint freckles on his shoulder blade. He gave a sudden and violent shiver as I hit his prostate. "God Damn, Kurt. Fuck me already."

If only he knew how many fantasies I had had about him saying those exact same words. "Are you ready?"

He twisted around to give me his best James Dean look. "Baby, I was born ready."

I couldn't help but smile. "So you say." I put on the condom and added more lube. "Here we go again."

The first time with Finn had been wonderful, but this time was far better. He didn't fuss or cry out. He did tense slightly, but another kiss to the back of his neck and some soft words were enough to soothe him. I was able to get all the way in, my body flush against his, with barely a mummer of complaint from him. I draped my body over his, just taking a minute to enjoy the heat and tightness of his body. "Good?"

"Yeah." If I had been asked to name what Finn was feeling right now, I would have said perfect contentment. Well, perfect contentment mixed with a healthy dose of arousal.

As much as I wanted to savor this moment, my legs were already shaking. For someone who, just a few months ago, had preferred just about anything to sex, I had certainly become rather addicted to it. Finn had made me as degenerate as he was. The worst part was? I loved it. "Finn, can I move?"

"Uh-huh. Actually, it would be kind of awesome if you did." Finn was trying his best to sound nonchalant, but he wasn't fooling me. He wanted this as badly, if not worse, then I did.

Out of respect for Finn, and the still strange position he was in, I tried to go slowly. It still amazed me that he was willing to bottom at all, and I knew that if I didn't make it good for him, that particular privilege was going to be gone. Slow, gentle and easy. I was not going to go with my instincts and just slam into him. This required delicacy and restraint.

So I moved as smoothly as I could, taking deep breaths and thinking of the most disgusting things I could, just so this wouldn't be over so quickly. I had never really imagined myself topping, so I didn't even have my own fantasies for comparison, but this had to be one of the greatest experiences of my life.

Rather unsurprisingly, Finn was rock hard when I managed to get a hand around to stroke his cock. He really is a sex hound, maybe even as bad as Puck. Just, you know, less diseased and whorish. I stroked him gently, then a bit harder when he whined. It was still hard to coordinate my thrusts with what I was doing, but maybe this was one of those things that required practice. Lots and lots of practice.

It went quiet then, the only sounds in the room being Finn's muted moaning and our bodies rubbing up against one another. Then he twisted to look back at me. "Hey Kurt?"

I couldn't tell if the flush on his face was due to arousal or something else, so I forced myself to stop. "What's up?" My voice had turned into a breathy squeak that he didn't seem to notice.

The flush deepened and I knew the problem was embarrassment. "Do you think you could…um….well….maybe a little….." He dropped his head down and heaved a deep sigh. "Ok, I can't think of a pretty way to say this so I'm just going to do it. I don't want you to think I'm a freak or anything, but I really just want you to do me harder. Like in the movies."

My jaw dropped open so far it hit Finn's back. This was….this was hot. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah." He didn't say anything else, probably because there was nothing for him to say. It was in my nature to ponder and question and get everything in line before I made a commitment. It was in Finn's nature to make the decision in an instant and plow straight ahead, no matter what the cost. Once his mind was made up, he was fully committed.

"Ok, I can do that." Why had my voice gotten so nervous? This was exactly what I had been fantasizing about a few minutes ago.

Despite Finn's seeming confidence, I was still cautious as I pushed into him. Not nearly as much as I had been before, but still gentle. He probably didn't actually mean for me to have sex with him that roughly. Just not like he was crystal that might shatter. "Like this?"

"No. I mean fuck me. Like porno hard. You know you want to." The backs of his ears were flaming red, but his tone was wheedling.

"As you wish." I took a deep breath to steady myself and pushed in hard, so hard that my body actually jolted against his when I bottomed out. Finn moaned and dropped his head down. "Yeah, like that. Fucking awesome."

Since I had been given the all clear to get a little rough, I wrapped one arm around his middle and yanked him into the perfect position. Finn is so big and I'm so small that I had never tried anything like this before. This power trip was something I could get used to rather quickly.

From my new position, I could both hit Finn's prostate on every thrust and reach around to get a good grip on his cock, which was now leaking steadily. I slammed into him again, groaning as I did so. Finn whined in response and pushed back against me, seeking to let me in even deeper. I kissed his shoulder blade, then leaned to whisper in his ear. "Am I fucking you hard enough now?"

My filthy mouth was enough for Finn, and he trembled once, a low movement that ran through his entire body, and he came with a soft groan, covering my hand and his stomach. His body clenched tightly around me, and I came as well, my hips stuttering against his body. Was it just me, or did this get better with time?

Hurriedly, I took care of the clean-up before jumping back in bed with Finn, snuggling up on his chest. His heartbeat was still rapid, but it slowed as I ran my finger up and down his ribs. He poked me in the side. "Was that weird? Because I don't want it to be weird."

I kissed him on the nose. "It wasn't weird for me. Was it weird for you?" You had to lead Finn into talking about himself sometimes, or he would never get the words out.

"A little bit. But in a good way." His forehead wrinkled as he thought. "There's a lot of things that are strange in a good way. I never thought I would like getting fucked by a guy at all, and definitely not rough like that."

Despite desperately wanting it to be true, I had never seriously thought he would either. At best, I had expected a few groping sessions in a school closet, or maybe, if I was extremely lucky, he might fuck me a few times at night, while secretly (or not so secretly) pretending I was whatever girl he was pining over that week. In each scenario, though, I knew that deep down, I would be Finn's dirty little secret.

Except I wasn't. We were out to our parents, and out to our friends. The only reason we weren't out to everyone was that I had told Finn no. Far from being the passive victim here, I was actually the one in charge of things. How exactly had this happened?

Who cares? Does it matter how it happened, or just that it did? You have Finn, Finn loves you to death. Finn has you to defend him and help him, even when he doesn't know he needs it. Quit worrying.

Since Finn seemed to be waiting for an answer, I touched his jaw. "You know I love you, right?"

"Well, yeah." Now he was confused. "Why wouldn't I know that?"

There was no reason, since I had never given him any reason to doubt me, but I liked confirming it with him every now and again. "Just making sure. "

"I'm sure. And I'm sure I love you, too." His hands slid under my arms so he could lift me until we were face to face. "Ok? No matter what, I love you."

Disney couldn't have possibly come up with a more perfect moment for a kiss, so I leaned forward and pressed our lips together. Right here, right now, I had everything I could have possibly wanted.