fic: Dude, You're Huge! (1/?)
Title: Dude, You're Huge
Part: 1/?
Author: chordykins
Spoilers: up to Season Two, Episode Four - "Duets"
Summary: Finn approaches Sam about singing with Kurt, and one thing leads to another.
Pairing: Finn/Sam
Rating: Rated R
Words: 1,363
“Look Sam,” Finn sat down on the bench, his gaze never wandering from Sam’s bare chest. “You can’t sing that duet with Kurt. It will destroy what little reputation you already have, it’s probably not best to give the jerks at this school more reasons to slushie you. Once the school knows about it, being quarter back won’t matter to them.”
“I didn’t realize you had a problem with gay dudes,” Sam looks down at Finn on the bench, glaring at him before pulling a clean shirt over his head and fixing his wet bangs. “I can’t back out now, I promised I would sing with him and I’m not going to let him down.” Sam came from a pretty religious family and he was raised to hold to his word no matter what, and he’s not going to start changing his ways now just because a couple of dudes tossed a slushies into him.
“This has nothing to do with Kurt being gay, dude. He’s my brother and I love him, but you just can’t sing with him. I may not care, but the rest of the school will torture you for it.” Finn continues, determined to get Sam to see reason.
“Why does it matter so much to you?” He asked, starting to get a little frustrated. “It’s my reputation; I can do what I want with it.”
Finn stands up, stepping a little closer to Sam. “Sam, please.”
Sighing, Sam pulled on his jeans trying hard not to get too angry at Finn. After all, Finn’s the only person who had been kind to him - other than Kurt. “No, I want to know why you care so darn much that I don’t sing with Kurt and don’t give me that reputation crap! Come on Finn, tell me why I shouldn’t sing with him.”
“Because…” Finn looked down at the floor for a second, taking a deep breath before glancing back up at Sam’s face as his hair dripped, the excess water dripping down his neck. “I want you to sing with me, okay?!”
“What?” Sam frowned, confused. “Finn what are you talking about? You’re telling me not to sing with Kurt because he’s a dude but then you’re asking me to sing with you and unless you’re not sharing something I’m pretty sure you have the same equipment as me. Wait are you one of those hermaphrodite people? I heard about them on a documentary or whatever.”
“A what? Is that some kind of mutant or something?” Mimicking Sam’s confused face, Finn completely lost his train of thought. His eyes gazing down to Sam’s still open fly until the fingers began to click in his face. “Wha- oh.”
“Finn, are you okay? You’re being really weird.” Sam resumes his previous stance, glaring at Finn and awaiting the much needed explanation until, out of nowhere, Finn shoves him against the lockers but not before Sam felt a hand slip into his pants, grazing against his junk.
“Finn, what the hell?!?” The blonde boy attempted to push off the taller one but Finn only came closer, right to his face and stayed there.
“I know you want it, Sam. I see the way you look at me in the showers after practice, and the way you quickly turn when you see me looking back.” Finn was getting some sort of adrenaline rush, his hand pressing a little harder as Sam’s dick began to harden against his palm. “The way you get turned on by my barely even touching you. Don’t try denying it, Sam. You want this just as bad as I do right now.”
Sam didn’t move, he just stared back at Finn as he felt the others boys warm breath against his face as he spoke. And just as sudden as Finn pushed him against the lockers, Sam’s hands were at Finn’s neck and their lips pressed hard against one another. His grip tightened, sliding down his next and then to his shoulders as he pulled Finn even closer, close enough that their crotches were pressed against each other. And then Finn pulled back, distancing them a little but not too much.
“What’s wrong?” Sam pulled at his shirt, needing them to touch again. His breathing was hard, short as he tried to speak but it came out more of a moan than actual speech. “Did I do something?”
“No. No, it was great. That was…” Finn found himself in awe of their kiss. He knew he would enjoy it but he didn’t realize that Sam’s overly large lips alone would get him so close to the edge. “We can’t do this here, my house tonight.”
“What about your mom?” Accepting they wouldn’t continue, Sam zipped his jeans up, barely even hiding his erection.
“She’s working the night shift so we’ll have the house to ourselves.” He smirked slightly, his plan finally coming together.
“Fine, but I have Film Club after school and I can’t miss it. We’re watching Avatar again, I love that film.” He said, revealing a dorky grin as Finn passed him his backpack.
“Film club, really? You’re going to choose Film club over this?” Finn waved his hands up and down his own body, not questioning where his sudden sexual confidence considering he almost came from just kissing a boy. ‘This is good actually. I’ll have time to make sure I don’t come in like 4 seconds.’ Smiling to himself as he calculated how many times he was going to have to jack off so he wasn’t so sensitive. “Never mind, that’s perfect. I’ll have to pick up supplies anything.” He lied, knowing full well he has a box of condoms and lube already bought and hidden in his room.
“Perfect. I can’t wait.”
Part: 1/?
Author: chordykins
Spoilers: up to Season Two, Episode Four - "Duets"
Summary: Finn approaches Sam about singing with Kurt, and one thing leads to another.
Pairing: Finn/Sam
Rating: Rated R
Words: 1,363
“Look Sam,” Finn sat down on the bench, his gaze never wandering from Sam’s bare chest. “You can’t sing that duet with Kurt. It will destroy what little reputation you already have, it’s probably not best to give the jerks at this school more reasons to slushie you. Once the school knows about it, being quarter back won’t matter to them.”
“I didn’t realize you had a problem with gay dudes,” Sam looks down at Finn on the bench, glaring at him before pulling a clean shirt over his head and fixing his wet bangs. “I can’t back out now, I promised I would sing with him and I’m not going to let him down.” Sam came from a pretty religious family and he was raised to hold to his word no matter what, and he’s not going to start changing his ways now just because a couple of dudes tossed a slushies into him.
“This has nothing to do with Kurt being gay, dude. He’s my brother and I love him, but you just can’t sing with him. I may not care, but the rest of the school will torture you for it.” Finn continues, determined to get Sam to see reason.
“Why does it matter so much to you?” He asked, starting to get a little frustrated. “It’s my reputation; I can do what I want with it.”
Finn stands up, stepping a little closer to Sam. “Sam, please.”
Sighing, Sam pulled on his jeans trying hard not to get too angry at Finn. After all, Finn’s the only person who had been kind to him - other than Kurt. “No, I want to know why you care so darn much that I don’t sing with Kurt and don’t give me that reputation crap! Come on Finn, tell me why I shouldn’t sing with him.”
“Because…” Finn looked down at the floor for a second, taking a deep breath before glancing back up at Sam’s face as his hair dripped, the excess water dripping down his neck. “I want you to sing with me, okay?!”
“What?” Sam frowned, confused. “Finn what are you talking about? You’re telling me not to sing with Kurt because he’s a dude but then you’re asking me to sing with you and unless you’re not sharing something I’m pretty sure you have the same equipment as me. Wait are you one of those hermaphrodite people? I heard about them on a documentary or whatever.”
“A what? Is that some kind of mutant or something?” Mimicking Sam’s confused face, Finn completely lost his train of thought. His eyes gazing down to Sam’s still open fly until the fingers began to click in his face. “Wha- oh.”
“Finn, are you okay? You’re being really weird.” Sam resumes his previous stance, glaring at Finn and awaiting the much needed explanation until, out of nowhere, Finn shoves him against the lockers but not before Sam felt a hand slip into his pants, grazing against his junk.
“Finn, what the hell?!?” The blonde boy attempted to push off the taller one but Finn only came closer, right to his face and stayed there.
“I know you want it, Sam. I see the way you look at me in the showers after practice, and the way you quickly turn when you see me looking back.” Finn was getting some sort of adrenaline rush, his hand pressing a little harder as Sam’s dick began to harden against his palm. “The way you get turned on by my barely even touching you. Don’t try denying it, Sam. You want this just as bad as I do right now.”
Sam didn’t move, he just stared back at Finn as he felt the others boys warm breath against his face as he spoke. And just as sudden as Finn pushed him against the lockers, Sam’s hands were at Finn’s neck and their lips pressed hard against one another. His grip tightened, sliding down his next and then to his shoulders as he pulled Finn even closer, close enough that their crotches were pressed against each other. And then Finn pulled back, distancing them a little but not too much.
“What’s wrong?” Sam pulled at his shirt, needing them to touch again. His breathing was hard, short as he tried to speak but it came out more of a moan than actual speech. “Did I do something?”
“No. No, it was great. That was…” Finn found himself in awe of their kiss. He knew he would enjoy it but he didn’t realize that Sam’s overly large lips alone would get him so close to the edge. “We can’t do this here, my house tonight.”
“What about your mom?” Accepting they wouldn’t continue, Sam zipped his jeans up, barely even hiding his erection.
“She’s working the night shift so we’ll have the house to ourselves.” He smirked slightly, his plan finally coming together.
“Fine, but I have Film Club after school and I can’t miss it. We’re watching Avatar again, I love that film.” He said, revealing a dorky grin as Finn passed him his backpack.
“Film club, really? You’re going to choose Film club over this?” Finn waved his hands up and down his own body, not questioning where his sudden sexual confidence considering he almost came from just kissing a boy. ‘This is good actually. I’ll have time to make sure I don’t come in like 4 seconds.’ Smiling to himself as he calculated how many times he was going to have to jack off so he wasn’t so sensitive. “Never mind, that’s perfect. I’ll have to pick up supplies anything.” He lied, knowing full well he has a box of condoms and lube already bought and hidden in his room.
“Perfect. I can’t wait.”