Finn POV
Do you ever have days when you think the entire world is out to get you? That no matter what you try, it only gets worse, and you can't find anyone to help you out even a little bit? Yeah, I'm kind of having one of those weeks.
"Finn, pack or it's all going in the garbage." Mom stuck her head in my room and glared at me.
I glared back and crossed my arms over my chest. She wouldn't actually toss any of my stuff. I was going to have my own sit in, just like they did during the '50s so black people could eat at the same places that white people did.
"I'm not joking with you, Finn. Anything that isn't packed by tonight isn't making the move and it will not be replaced."
Instead of arguing with her, I fell backwards and laid on the floor of my bedroom. If I tried to argue with her I would lose, so I would just do nothing. She could force me to move in with the Hummel's, but she couldn't make me pack.
"Do you want me to call Kurt over to help, so he can see his boyfriend acting like a toddler throwing a tantrum?" Now she was getting pissed off. Good, me too.
I ignored her again, which just made her madder. If anyone was throwing a tantrum here, it was her. "Fine. You just lost your laptop." I heard her take it off the dresser, but I didn't open my eyes.
Ok, truth time. Part of the reason I didn't open my eyes was that they were stinging really bad, and I was afraid that I would cry if I did. I needed to look tough here, not like a baby. Mom wasn't going to listen to me, even if I did cry, so I might as well not give her the satisfaction.
I love Kurt, I really, really do, and I want to live with him one day. But not right now. Right now I want it to be Mom and me, with Burt and Kurt as our boyfriends who live in their own house. Its not that I don't want our parents to be happy, but come on, this whole thing is a little creepy. Parents dating and their kids dating, too? Gross. Most of the time I ignore it, but living in the same house is going to make that kind of hard.
Plus, I'm not really 100% sure about Burt. He's nice, I guess, but we really haven't done anything together except watch a couple of football games (by the way? I totally blew his son on the couch while he was making popcorn for one of them. That's right, I can get Kurt off in less then five minutes. I am the man.) and do family stuff together. I don't think I've ever even been alone in the house with him. Usually Kurt has the girls over because he would rather poke his eyes out then watch football, but at least he's around if I need him.
I mean, yeah, he's nice and all, but he kind of has to be. Mom isn't going to stick around if he treats me like crap right in front of her. She would break up with him and take me home. But what happens when the new wears off of the family, and he decides he doesn't like me any more, and we don't have a home to go to? Like I said, I've seen this happen at Puck's house way too often. Why do you think they've had to move 8 times since I've known him?
Don't blame this on Burt. You and I both know who you're really angry with, so why don't you just say it?
Fine. The one I was really pissed off with was Mom. I hate to be crude about it, because she is my Mom after all, but she totally dicked me over yesterday! She told me that I was getting a surprise that I had been asking for forever, so I thought it meant I was getting a car. I especially thought that when we pulled up to the Kurt's house, since his Dad knows all about cars and stuff from the garage. He could find a good one really easy. Mom made me close my eyes, but I know the way his house smells, and how many steps to get to the basement. Plus, whenever Kurt's close, I know it. It's like I have something inside me that tries to find him all the time.
You do. It's called your penis.
Whatever, Quinn. Anyway, I thought that I was getting a car. Even a crappy one would be cool. I knew that we were inside, but there could still be a picture of the car, right? And maybe the real car would be at the garage, or waiting at our house.
When I opened my eyes and saw the banner, I didn't know what to do. You know those nightmares you have sometimes where some scary shit is coming at you, and you try to scream and you try to run but you can't do either one of them? You just stand there like a dumbass until it finally gets you and you wake up? This was just like that, only worse, because it was real life and I wasn't going to wake up at all.
Mom and I used to be close. Not creepy close, like Norman Bates from psycho and his mother, but way closer then any other the other guys were with their moms. We needed each other, and I told her everything. But now she made this huge decision and she didn't even ask me about it first. Everyone knew and I didn't. She picked Burt instead of me.
I tried to be nice about it, because I didn't want to look bad in front of Kurt, but I don't want to live there! I tried to tell them that, and I even did in a nice way instead of kicking things or crying. But no one listened.
Moving in with them was a stupid idea, but they wouldn't even let me have a real bedroom! I mean, I guess I can see why she doesn't want me to share a bedroom with Kurt, even though she's totally doing it with Burt so I don't see the difference, but now they want me to sleep on the couch! I don't even get a bed, and the expected me to be happy about it.
And they think that I'm the one who's stupid.
Then Burt had to go and make it even worse. He threw some money at me so I would shut up and behave, just like Mr. Fabray did. Why does everyone act like they can just bribe me and make me do whatever they want?
Um, because it works? You took Dad's money, and you took Burt's money, too. Don't pretend that you're innocent in this.
Ok, she had me there. I had taken her father's money. But I didn't have Burt's. Kurt had snatched it right out of my hand. He's my boyfriend an all, but that was a pretty douchy move.
And no one stopped him. Burt said that it was my money, to spend on whatever made me happy, but he didn't tell Kurt to give it back to me. I know that he has to pick Kurt over me, because Kurt's his real kid, but I didn't know that that included when Kurt was defiantly wrong. I don't want to live in a house where half of the adults are against me before I've even done anything wrong.
Especially since Mom didn't do anything to help me. If she won't stand up to Kurt when he treats me like crap, how is she going to stand up to Burt? At least I know that the worst Kurt is going to do is hurt my feelings. Burt's capable of doing way worse. He doesn't hit Kurt, but I'm way bigger and I'm not his real kid, so the rules might be different for me. Either way, I'm willing to risk making him mad.
Kurt did offer to give me the money back later on, when Mom and Burt were making snacks for game night, but I just told him to do whatever he wanted with it. I don't want bribe money. He had looked worried and told me that he would put it aside until I decided on what I wanted to buy with it. Then he kissed me and rubbed my back until I kind of melted against him and felt a little better. It's not that I thought he would really steal my money, but Mom and Burt probably didn't know that, so it would have been nice if someone had told him to give it back.
"Your X-box is gone now, too. Would you like to keep going?" Mom stomped back into the room and started yanking cords out of the wall. "If I have to pack this house up tomorrow while you're at school, you're losing everything. I'll keep all of it, and just give you a set of clothes every morning to wear to school. You can earn the rest of your things back when you decide to act mature enough to take care of them."
Rage surged through my chest, pushing the wanting to cry feeling away. I sat up and gave her the worlds dirtiest look. "That's fine with me. Since I won't have a room or anything, it's not like I'll have anywhere to put my shit. You're really going to make me sleep on the couch just so you can get a bigger house with two bathrooms. I hate you."
I can always tell where I get my temper from, because Mom makes the exact same face I do when she gets mad. "You watch your mouth, or I'll fill it with soap for you. Burt has already told you that he'll put up an addition just for you. You'll only be on the couch for a few weeks. It's not that big of a deal."
"So you sleep on the couch. I'm not even going to fit! Or why can't we just wait until he already has the addition up?" There, that was a solution that should make everyone happy.
Except she wasn't listening to me. If I wanted to make a good point, I probably shouldn't have told her I hated her. Of course I didn't hate her. She's my Mom, and I love her, even if she's not being very nice right now. "This is going to happen, Finn. This house is going up for rent next month. I've already talked to the landlord, so we can't wait for the addition to go up. Now you can make the best of it and enjoy the new family that we're creating, or you can lay here and sulk, but it isn't' going to change a thing."
Fine. If that was how she wanted it, that was how she would get it. She's the adult, so she can drag me to Burt's house if she wants to. But she can't make me like it, and she can't make me be nice.
I wasn't going to back down now, so the only thing I ended up packing was the money that Mr. Fabray had given me. I didn't want her to find it and think I was selling drugs or something. I didn't even bother getting rid of my porn stash. If she was going to move me against my will, she could deal with a few back copies of Jugs. She didn't say anything out loud, but she did give me a really dirty look when she was carrying the box by. Kurt's always telling me to be more subtle, so I didn't flip her off. Well, that and I thought that she might break my finger off if I did.
I laid on that floor for the rest of the evening while Mom packed. No snack, no homework, no anything but peaceful protest. I didn't even answer the phone when Kurt called me about a thousand times. Eventually Mom came in and took that, too. She says I can have it back when I act more mature, but the way she said it was like I wouldn't be seeing it for a long time. I was starting to think that maybe I shouldn't have started this, but I had to see it through now.
As it turns out, though, I wasn't the only one in the glee club having huge problems. Tina showed up looking like….not Tina. She looked like a pod Tina in a hoodie and jeans. Principal Figgins told her that she couldn't dress how she liked because of vampires or some shit. I don't know, I don't really pay any attention to him. I patted her shoulder sympathetically. "This so isn't you."
She picked at her sleeve. "I feel like an Asian Branch Dividian."
I have no idea what that was, but now didn't seem like a good time to say that.
Mr. Shue tried to help. "Are there any looks you can try?"
Everyone started naming looks then. "Biker chick?"
"Cowgirl?" I had tried to get Kurt to pretend to be a cowboy in bed one time, but he wouldn't do it. Sometimes I have to have the imagination for both of us, I guess.
"Hood rat."
"Computer Programmer."
"Cross Country Skier?"
"Catholic School Girl?" That was Puck, of course. But I had tried to get Kurt to do that one, too. He must have seen me grin, because he jabbed me in the thigh and whispered 'No.' under his breath. He's no fun sometimes.
"Happy meal, no onions." Brittany had lost the point of the game. "Or a chicken."
Tina shook her head. "Look, I appreciate it, guys, but this just isn't me. I know who I am, and I'm not allowed to show it. It's like communism."
I thought that communism was like what that Saddaam Hussein guy had. I would have just whispered to Kurt, but Rachel came storming in. "Guys, we have a serious problem. You know I've been doing some deep background on Vocal Adrenaline."
"Isn't that against the rules?" Lucky for me, Artie said it so I didn't have to. Things are pretty cool with Rachel and I after the whole 'guess what, I'm gay!' thing, and I don't want to mess it up by making her mad.
"No, no, not at all." But she was making the same face Kurt does when he's trying to convince me that he's right when he's not. She kept on going, talking about dumpster diving and finding a bunch of boxes of Christmas lights.
That meant exactly shit to me, but Tina cursed and Kurt sat up really quickly. Then it was lace and all of the girls knew what was going on but the rest of us didn't.
Except for Kurt. He gripped my hand in shock. "They're doing Gaga."
Oh, God, no. Kurt and Rachel think that we need to do everything that Vocal Adrenaline does, even though we're way better when we do our own thing. But if I try and say that, I'm the bad guy and the idiot. Kurt started babbling at the top of his lungs, and I groaned inside.
I know all about Lady Gaga, since Kurt's obsessed with her. I wouldn't tell him this, but I would be perfectly happy if I never had to hear it again. Her music is really weird, and her outfits kind of freak me out. I really, really hope that he doesn't want to make me dress up like a lobster just for one song.
"Who's this Lady Gaga dude? He just dresses weird, right, like David Bowie?" Puck had no idea the minefield he had just stepped into. You do not insult Lady Gaga in front of Kurt, ever. It's an offense worthy of having all of your sex stuff cut off for two weeks, even hand jobs. Ask me how I know this.
Sure enough, Kurt practically shot off of his chair, lecturing Puck about theatricality, and boundary pushing, and blah, blah, blah. Sometimes it's ok for a song to just be a song, you know. It doesn't have to break new ground every time.
Then stupid Mr. Shue had to agree that Gaga was perfect, and we should all do it. I swear to god Kurt about came in his pants. The girls were all jumping around and screaming. Puck gave me a dirty look, like this was my fault, and I made a face back. Yeah, dude, it sucks, but what do you want me to do about it?
His eyes got narrow, and I knew that he wanted me to figure something out. Why did that always have to be my job?
Probably because you have ideas that don't involve hitting people or lighting things on fire.
True. Ok, I could think of something. Maybe. Hey, what about an alternate assignment? There had to be something that was theatrical and over the top and not involving us having to wear dresses.
I stewed on it until free period. If I was going to take this to Mr. Shue, I had to have a good suggestion to back things up. It would probably be ok, though. I mean, he likes it when we think outside the box.
Of course, since Karma hates me, he was up to his ass in the Lady Gaga love. He started telling it all to me, which made me roll my eyes. Trust me, Dude, there is nothing about Lady Gaga that I don't already know. Blah, blah, blah.
Even though it's rude, I interrupted him. "Yeah, that's kind of what I wanted to talk to you about. I don't want to do Lady Gaga. And I suspect, with the exception of Kurt, that none of the other guys are going to want to do it either."
Ok, that was a little lie. I know for a fact that none of the other guys want to do it, because I've had to hear all of them bitch at me about it today. Rachel's pretty much the boss of the Glee club, but I'm the co-leader, and if I don't speak up for them, no one will. So this wasn't even a totally selfish thing. "I just feel like we always do whatever the girls want us to do."
See, I know that I'm right about that, because looked really surprised, and then he nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right."
Really? No one ever told me that I was right about anything, even when I was. They usually just gave some excuse as to why I'm actually wrong even though I'm totally not.
"Maybe I haven't been listening to you guys hard enough. So, let's find a solution."
Why was it so easy to do this with Mr. Shue, and impossible to do over at Kurt's house last night? He and I were working together without any screaming for fighting or someone getting their laptop taken away. Of course, it wasn't two against one this time either. I'm not counting Kurt on Mom and Burt's side, because it wasn't really his idea, but I'm not counting him on mine either, because he didn't help me.
It was also easier because I had had enough time to think about this and come up with a good compromise. "Actually, I already have one."
His face lit up when I explained what I was thinking. "Finn, that's awesome!"
"Yeah! And all of the guys can be involved. Except for Kurt, but he's rather do Lady Gaga anyway." It probably would have been nice if I had asked him which he preferred, but I'm pretty sure that he's going to be furious when he found out that I wanted something different.
But you know what? I don't really care. I love Kurt with all my heart, just like I love Mom. But neither one of them listened to me when I told them that I wanted something different then moving. Mr. Shue was listening to me, and wanted to compromise on something that made us both happy. That was why I was on his side right now.
"Provided you can get the rest of the guys to agree, I have no problem with you doing KISS instead of Lady Gaga. I'm looking forward to seeing what you five come up with."
I know that figuring this out doesn't help Tina, and it doesn't help with my bigger problem of what to do about my new living arrangements, but at least it was something that had gone right today.
Kurt looked really worried when I met him at his car after school. "Hey, Cowboy, how are you doing?"
"Fine." I was a little snappy, but not because I was mad. Mostly I felt guilty because I didn't want to do Lady Gaga, even though I know it would make him happy. But what about me being happy?
He let me pick the radio station, which was nice of him. "Hey, Cowboy?"
His voice was tentative, which means small and unsure. "What?"
"I'm supposed to take you to our house instead of yours. Our parents are moving the rest of your stuff in over the next few days, but they wanted the family to be together right away." He flinched, like he thought I might freak out.
I was freaking out, but I tried to keep it on the inside. No one told me that last night was the last time I would sleep in my little closet room or eat in my kitchen or be careful about not hitting the squeaky step four from the bottom when I was sneaking downstairs to get a snack from the fridge. All of that was over now. "Oh. Ok."
It was just like yesterday was happening again. Mom and Burt made a decision for all of us. Then they told Kurt about it. Last of all, I got surprised. Why is it that nobody just tells me what's going on straight out? I know that Kurt's smarter and more mature and better at everything then me, but a heads-up would be nice.
That didn't give me the right to take it out on Kurt, though. He got to keep his house, and his room, but his life was changing almost as much as mine was. In some ways, maybe it was worse. He had to see new people using his stuff and even getting rid of some of it to make room for ours. That had to suck big time.
He slid a hand up my thigh. "You know, Dad is at work until five, and your Mom is still finishing things up at your old house. What do you say we christen a few new rooms in our house?"
My brain didn't like hearing his house referred to as ours, but my dick was more then happy enough to make up for it. Kurt noticed, and started rubbing me through my jeans. "Where should we do it first?"
He wanted me to tell him a room? Right now I couldn't even remember my own name, so I just blurted out the first thing that popped into my head. "Purple."
"Purple?" He wasn't exactly looking at me like I was stupid, but I could tell that he wanted to laugh at me. Really, though, I'm fine with it. It wasn't a mean look, and it was kind of funny. "You want to have sex in the purple?"
When he turned to look at me, his hand moved and I could think again. Ok, how could I get out of this? "The living room." Maybe if I just named another room, he would go for it.
"Living room it is." He was doing that smirk thing that he learned from me, and it took all I had not to just says screw it and suck him off in the car.
Secretly, I would rather do it in the kitchen, but that would be seriously uncomfortable for both of us. Having sex and being close to the food at the same time? I'm pretty sure that's what heaven is like.
I kind of wanted to get the party started, so I slid a hand over and used one finger to untuck his shirt and trace his ribs. He shivered. "Finn, quit."
Except he didn't really want me to. If he had really wanted me to stop, he would have slapped my hand and started lecturing me about gory car crashed caused by driver distraction. I moved my hand back to his hip and gave my best puppy eyes.
"Oh, fine." Kurt's a little hussy in his heart, which is a really good thing for what's in my pants. Crude, but true. I unbuckled his belt, and he swallowed hard. "You better pray that neither one our parents are at the house. I am not going to be the one explaining why my pants came partway off on the ride home."
Like they wouldn't already know. Please. It's gross to think about, but it was only like 20 years ago that they were teenagers, too. They must have had sex when their parents were out. They probably even got caught. But I got what he was saying. "I'll tell them it was my fault." Since I'm pissed at both of them, I don't really care if they're disappointed in me or not. Plus, it made me look kind of tough and badass in front of Kurt which is never a bad thing.
He didn't say anything else, but he didn't tell me to quit again either, so I'm taking that as the go ahead. I unzipped his pants and stroked his half-hard cock. It jumped right up, and he gritted his teeth. "This is very, very wrong."
"No one can see us." Well, I hoped that no one could see us.
Another hard swallow. "You have to stop when I tell you to. I don't want to get in an accident."
"Ok." I always stop when he tells me, and not because I don't want to get in an accident either. Even when I know that he doesn't really want me to stop, and he just has to protest a little before he gives in, it's not cool to mess around with someone when they're saying no.
My own dick was trying to tear a hole through my pants, but I ignored it. Later, boy, later. See? I'm learning some self-control here.
When it comes to Kurt's body, I know it as well as I know mine. So he didn't have to tell me to stop, because I knew that he was getting too close to drive us safely. So I backed off and adjusted myself in my jeans. Kurt muttered a nasty word under his breath when I stopped, even though he's the one that told m to do it in the first place. He's funny like that.
I still got kind of pissed off when we pulled up at Kurt's house. Except it's not just Kurt's house any more. It's my house, and Mom's house. We all have to live here. It's really hard to get used to that idea.
It's easier when I know that I'm about to get some, though, so I bounced out of the car while Kurt was still trying to get his pants back up and fastened. "Finn, wait. Do you even have a key?"
Of course not. No one even gave me a bedroom, so why would they worry about giving me a key? "Nope. But you do, so why worry?"
"Do you worry about anything?" He slid out of the car and got his key out of his messenger bag. Yeah, it's totally a man purse, but you've seen his pants. There's no way he could fit anything, even a key, in those things. It's pretty awesome, especially for my libido.
"Not much." Except, of course, for where I was going to sleep, how I was going to tell him that I wasn't putting a lobster on my head and dressing as Lady Gaga, and Quinn finding out that I knew her Dad was going to sell her baby and didn't do anything about it.
"Top or bottom?" He always asks me that, like he doesn't care which he gets. I think it's his way of giving me one final out, just in case I suddenly change my mind.
Sometimes I wish he wouldn't do that. Don't get me wrong, I love sex with Kurt, but sometimes I wish he would be a little more….forceful. Not, like, rapey forceful, or leather and chains and calling him 'master' forceful, but I wouldn't exactly mind if he pushed me onto the bed and told me that I was going to be on bottom this time, and that was that. That would be so incredibly hot.
Does that make me some kind of pervert? I'm not sure, which is why I haven't said anything about it to Kurt. "Uh, top, I guess."
He nodded and rubbed his hand down my back and over my ass. When he did that, I almost changed my mind. Who would have thought something so gross would turn out to be so awesome? It's like one of those paradoxes. "Do you have condoms?"
Not exactly. I mean, I do, but it's in with all of my stuff that Mom took and won't give back. Apparently she was serious after all when she told me I wasn't getting it back. I think that that's a pretty bitchy thing to do, but I have to admit that I didn't exactly act nice either. "Mom hid all of my stuff and won't give it back."
The cool thing about Kurt is that he knows when to keep his mouth shut and not ask why she had done that. Because if he had, then he would have to lecture me about not acting like a spoiled brat.. "No problem. I've got some of the right size."
It's really cool to have a boyfriend of thinks of things like that. "Awesome."
"I'll get the supplies, you get naked."
That was certainly doable. That's one of those words that sounds like it's made up, but it's real. I'm really glad that Kurt was upstairs getting his stuff, because there was nothing graceful or sexy about the way I tore my clothes off.
It did make me feel a littler better when Kurt was so excited that he came racing back down the stairs so fast that he couldn't make the corner and smacked his hip. "Got the stuff!"
He was so excited, just like a little kid. Kurt's usually kind of …not depressed or anything, but he doesn't show his emotions much. If I'm happy, everyone knows it. If I'm sad, I usually cry, even if it's not in public. If I mad I kick things over, though I'm trying to stop doing that. What I mean, though, is everyone knows my feelings.
Kurt's different. I know, I know, Kurt's always different. Puck says that rules are made to be broken, and Kurt breaks just about every one of them. He talks different, and dresses different, and acts different from any of the other boys. It's what I like about him, but its strange at the same time.
He would never kick something over because he was pissed off. Sometimes you can't even tell that he's mad, unless you know him like I do. He'll smile at me when he's happy, but I've never seen him spinning in circles and giving bone-crushing hugs the way I do when I get a new video games. I wear my emotions on my sleeve, and he keeps his inside his undershirt.
So it always amazed me, and kind of turned me on, when he's not in total control of his body and his space. I'm used to flailing around and banging into things. When he does it, it means that he's completely frazzled.
Unfortunately, he was a little bit overdressed. I ripped the condom and lube out of his hand and tossed them on the couch behind me. Then I kissed him in a really dirty way, just so he would know exactly what I planned on doing to him in a few minutes. Lucky for me, he's really smart, so it only took him a second to get the message and start kissing me back.
I started taking his clothes off while I was still kissing him, which isn't as easy as it sounds. Kurt can't just wear normal clothes. There are always a million layers, and he has belts in places that don't even hold up his pants. Undressing him is liking trying to open a really complicated Christmas present, and god forbid you mess up his clothes. He rocked up on his tip-toes so he could he could reach up higher. I got all the little buttons on his shirt undone and stripped it off of him. "Fuck, you're hot."
I have no idea how Kurt can look at himself and not see what I do. He's got a perfect body. Light skin, flat stomach, collarbones that you can't help but bite at. What's there not to like? He didn't say anything, but he did flush all the way down his chest. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I didn't check to see just how far down that flush went?
I had already gotten him hard in the car, but I had to take a minute to admire that, too. I used to think penises were kind of gross (except for mine, of course), but now I know that they're fucking awesome. Much more fun and way less confusing then a boring old vagina. He squirmed back. "Finn, stop it! It's creepy when you stare at it like that."
Not to brag or anything, but, judging by what was going on down there, at least part of him liked it an awful lot. "Fine." I wrapped my arms around him and turned him so he was over the arm of the couch. "I think this is going to be the easiest way to do it."
I was a little nervous, since we had never actually done it standing up like this before, and I didn't want to hurt him. I ran my finger down his spine, just to see him shiver. "You ok?"
He nodded. "Yeah."
I might be totally cool with screwing men now, and I really do like it, but the getting him ready part is still kind of gross. Ok, it's a lot gross, not just kind of. Luckily, we both know what we're doing now and it doesn't take very long. I took minute to get everything lined up right and tapped his hip. "You good?"
"I'm ready." You wouldn't believe how sexy he can make that sound, even when he's not trying to.
The angle was different when I slid in, and I couldn't find my rhythm. Apparently, though, it was a really good angle for him, because he immediately sucked in a jerky breath. "Holy Fuck."
Hearing that was a serious ego boost. Maybe there was an upside to this after all. I mean, it is free sex whenever I want it and can figure out how to sneak past Mom and Burt. See, there were positives here.
They were kind of hard to remember right now, though. Either the brain in my head works, or the one in my dick does, but never both at the same time. It can't possibly be this way for girls.
Even though he angle was bad, the naughtiness of what I was doing more then made up for it. I was not only having sex with my boyfriend in the living room, where our parents could come home and see it, but it was on the couch that the whole family used. Take that Mom and Burt.
You are aware that you're all but pissing on stuff to mark your territory, right? That's not only disgusting, but it's immature as well.
Whatever. It wasn't like I had any real territory anyway. I nudged Kurt's legs a little further apart, which helped. I always start out really gentle and slow, and let Kurt's body tell me when I can go faster. It's a little weird how I can tell without him saying anything, but I guess if you're willing to stick your dick up someone's ass, you probably know them pretty well.
He's still really picky about me not putting marks on him, but I couldn't help but scrape my teeth along the back of his neck. He whimpered, which is pretty much the same thing as telling me to keep going, only with less words. And, in my opinion, less is always better.
The only noise in the room was our bodies hitting each other and Kurt's moaning. He was trying to muffle it, but he wasn't very good at it. Fine with me, I liked hearing him, and knowing that I was the one who made him feel that way. It was hard work, but I managed to get my hand down so I could jerk him off with the same rhythm I was using to fuck him. See? The stuff I learn in Glee club has lots of uses.
He must have felt as naughty as I did, because he came after only a few strokes, shooting all over the couch. The combination of seeing that and feeling his body tense up under and around me was more then enough for me, and I spilled hard into his body. Damn, usually we both lasted longer then that.
I would have liked to just lay on top of him for a while, but you have to get the condom off while your dick is still kind of hard, otherwise it falls off and that's a bad thing. If I lose a condom up Kurt's ass, he's never going to forgive me. Not to mention that I don't want to have to explain it at the ER.
I tossed it in the trash and came back to get my snuggling in. Kurt had flopped down on the couch, looking all naked and sexy. I love it when he's not all self-conscious and trying to cover himself up. I wrapped my arm around him and pulled him close so I could kiss him. It got kind of heated, and my dick jumped again. Not all the way up, but I could go for another round if he would give me a few minutes.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Really, Finn?"
"You're hot. He likes you." Since my dick spends so much time convincing me to do things that are bad and wrong, I tend to treat it like it's it's own person.
He poked at the cushion and made a disgusted face. "There's no mistaking what that is. I have to get the cleaning supplies."
Oh, come on. Can't he just enjoy the moment? "Just flip it over and clean it later. It will still come out, I promise." If there's anything I'm an expert it, it's getting jizz out of different fabrics. The couch fabric was an easy one.
"That's gross." He had that horrified look on his face.
That got me cranky for some reason. "It's my bed and I should get a say about happens with it. Technically you're all using my room."
Now he was confused. I didn't exactly blame him, since I didn't get where my attitude was coming from either. "All right, Finn. We'll flip the cushion."
My temper cooled as quickly as it had flared. Maybe it was just hormones? I kissed him again, long and slow. "I love you. You know that, right?"
What I really meant was that I was sorry I had snapped at him like a giant douchebag, but I didn't want to say that out loud. Luckily, he got it. "Love you, too, Cowboy."
I knew that we had to move soon, because Mom and Burt will freak out if they come home and find us naked on the couch. "I can't wait until we have our own place and can be naked with each other all the time."
He likes it when I talk about us being together in the future, because he never thinks that I'll want to be with him then. Silly, who else would I like to be with? Sure enough, a smile crept across his face. "We'll be naked all the time? What about having jobs or having friends come over?"
I waved a hand. "Details. We'll worry about that later."
Kurt laughed and snuggled his face against my neck. "We're going to be ok, aren't we Finn?"
Why did he even worry about things like that? There was nothing that was going to mess things up between us. "Of course we're going to be ok. We're like…..total awesomeness." I took his hand and hooked my little finger around his, just like I've seen him do with Mercedes and Tina. "We're going to be perfect, I promise."