Finn/Kurt -- Certainty
Written for glee_kink_meme and the following prompt.
"Finn/Kurt, someone accidentally walks in on them while they're in the middle of sex."
There are several things that Kurt is aware of, a few that he thinks he is aware of. He thinks that he is over Finn. Since that night in his bedroom, he's not been able to think of Finn as anything but a stupid football jock. (But that doesn't stop his subconscious mind from giving him rather pleasing dreams about said stupid football jock fucking him senseless over the arm of his couch.)
He also thinks that he'll remain a virgin for the rest of his hideous existence. (Which really doesn't explain the look that Finn is giving him right now.)
They're sitting on the carpet in Kurt's room, working on some Spanish project ("Why don't we work together? It'll be easier since we're always with each other?" And for once it wasn't some lame excuse just to get close to him.) and Kurt looks up to ask Finn a question. He's just staring at him. He can't quite place the face, but it's some odd mix of confusion and hatred and adoration and lust and it scares him a bit. "Finn... ?" He begins and the other starts, blinking rapidly and shaking his head. Kurt forces the smile off of his face. (Even if he doesn't like Finn anymore, he's still so ungodly cute.) Finn catches Kurt's eyes and they stare at each other.
It's painfully silent for a moment. Kurt can feel the color rising in his cheeks. He's never stared at anybody for so long. "Kurt, are you a virgin?" The question completely takes him off guard and in a moment, he's a spluttering mess. He manages to compose himself, his eyes on the carpet again and his face bright red. "Yes," he manages a squeak. But he isn't sure why he's so embarrassed about it. He is proud that he's a virgin; he doesn't want to just throw that away to anybody. "Are you.. ?" He returns, clearing his throat and trying to calm down. It's Finn's turn to blush. He shakes his head and Kurt's eyebrows shoot up on his forehead. "You're not?" Again, Finn shakes his head. Kurt doesn't know what to say.
He leans back against his bed and just sort of looks at Finn. The awkward silence grows until it is unbearable and Kurt laughs softly. "I guess another one of me was just born," he mumbles. Finn stares at him like he's cross-eyed. "You know what they say: Every awkward silence, another gay baby is born." Finn actually cracks a smile and Kurt's heart skips a beat. (Okay, no matter how much he thinks he know it, he really just is so not over Finn.) Then the thoughtful look is back on his face.
"How did you know?" He says, obviously not patronizing Kurt. (If it had been any other jock...) It's Kurt's turn to think.
"I guess I sort of always have known. I mean, I-" Finn cuts him off.
"But, you're a virgin. So how do you know if you're actually gay?" Okay, so Finn's just curious, but that still doesn't stop the sting.
"Not all gay guys actually.. y-you know.." He says, blushing at the last bit.
"Do you want to?" Finn asks again and Kurt really wants to slap him. Is he offering? Because that's what it sounds like. Kurt just stares at him. (They seem to be doing that a lot, lately, just sort of.. staring at each other.) And suddenly Finn is on all fours, leaning over their papers and in Kurt's face. Kurt's eyes are wide and the color is high in his cheeks.
"Are you offering?" He whispers. Finn blushes and looks down. He goes to move away and Kurt pulls him back. "'Cause I'll accept if it is one.."
And suddenly, Finns lips are on his and his stomach is twisting in knots. He goes a bit breathless and pulls Finn closer. They're both desperate, Kurt realizes as Finn's teeth bruise his lips. He pulls away and opens his eyes, his stomach coiling again when he sees the shine in Finn's eyes. "Bed. Now," he whispers and his voice manages to crack. He crawls back up on his bed and Finn follows him. Kurt's only a virgin to another human being, he forgot to mention. He has access to a credit card and is fair share of.. toys. He knows what it feels like, but not with another person, and now he's shaking. He pulls Finn on top of him and kisses him again. The kiss is slower, but no less bruising and he sighs into it. Finn's a great kisser, he thinks, letting himself get lost in the moment. For a while, he thinks this is just another one of his fantasies and Finn will say his name and he'll snap back to reality and have to hide yet another boner. But when Finn says his name, the moment stays and his voice is thick and hoarse and just the way Kurt's always wanted somebody to say his name.
Kurt pulls him back into the kiss, tugging at Finn's t-shirt and sliding his hands up his torso. He's a little pudgy, but Kurt can feel his muscles rippling under his skin, and he's never really been one for super beefy guys. Finn is precisely his type, he's concluded.
It's a little blurry between when the kissing becomes making out, as well as how their clothes get removed, but Kurt's completely clear headed once he sees Finn's cock standing at attention. He reaches over into his nightstand and grabs a bottle of lube and a condom. (So help him if Burt ever decides to root around in his stuff.) He's panting as he watches Finn rolls the condom on with shaking hands and Kurt preps himself, knowing full well that Finn's not ready for that. He starts slow, one finger slathered in lube (it's been awhile). He pushes another one in and muffles a moan in the back of his free hand. He squeezes his eyes shut once he pushes in the third one. His hand goes slack over his mouth and he can't stop a rush of profanity from slipping from his kiss-bruised lips. Finn pulls his hand away and he lets out a greedy whine.
The whine quickly turns into a soft moan as Finn hooks Kurt's legs over his shoulders and he feels Finn's cock pressing against the ring of muscles he'd just stretched open. "Fuck, Finn," he groans. "Just push it in," he whispers hoarsely. He keeps his eyes closed and squeezes them shut tighter when Finn pushes into him. He's full suddenly and Finn hits right against that wonderful bundle of nerves and he arches, shoving his wrist in his mouth to keep from screaming at how wonderful it feels. He hears Finn panting above him and rolls his hips to encourage him. He knows that if he speaks now, it'll be too loud, not to mention incoherent. And Carol and Burt are upstairs making dinner.
Finn starts moving and, god-that-he-doesn't-believe-in, he's so wonderful. Kurt has to keep some part of his arm over his mouth to keep from moaning too loudly.
And suddenly Finn stops and Kurt, again, wants to slap him. He opens an eye and sees Finn looking over at the steps. His face is burning when he looks over and sees his father standing there, debating what to do. Kurt's face turns bright red and he closes his eyes again. "DAD, can't you learn to knock?" He hisses, likely not as embarrassed as Finn, however, who is completely petrified. Still, Burt just stands there. "Can you please leave!" He shouts, his voice cracking as he buries his face in his hands.
"Um.. Dinner'll be ready in about a half an hour," Burt stammers. Kurt stays silent.
They listen to the footsteps retreat and the door to his room shuts. Kurt groans and grabs a pillow, shoving it over his face and screaming into it. The moment's ruined, he thinks. It's done for and there's no way Finn's going to want to fuck him aft-
The pillow is pulled away from his face and Finn is leaning over him, grinning. "Kind of adds to the thrill, doesn't it?" The usually naive football player says and Kurt's eyes go wide. 'How stunningly uncharacteristic,' Kurt thinks, his face turning red for a different reason. Finn kisses him and he's moving again, and yet again, Kurt is an incoherent bundle of babbling euphoria. It doesn't take long and he guesses Finn is sort of right. Even if that was the single most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to him, it was kind of exhilarating.
Not once does either of them touch his cock, but he comes nonetheless and it is amazing. He gasps when Finn leaves him and as they both come back down to Earth, Kurt realizes he's shaking really badly, but he also doesn't care. He looks over at Finn, who's sprawled, panting next to him and he smiles. Finn grins softly and returns his gaze to the ceiling. Kurt curls against him, just needing to be close to somebody and Finn doesn't push him away.
Of the things that Kurt is aware of, there is one more thing, however amended. He is so not over Finn.
"Finn/Kurt, someone accidentally walks in on them while they're in the middle of sex."
There are several things that Kurt is aware of, a few that he thinks he is aware of. He thinks that he is over Finn. Since that night in his bedroom, he's not been able to think of Finn as anything but a stupid football jock. (But that doesn't stop his subconscious mind from giving him rather pleasing dreams about said stupid football jock fucking him senseless over the arm of his couch.)
He also thinks that he'll remain a virgin for the rest of his hideous existence. (Which really doesn't explain the look that Finn is giving him right now.)
They're sitting on the carpet in Kurt's room, working on some Spanish project ("Why don't we work together? It'll be easier since we're always with each other?" And for once it wasn't some lame excuse just to get close to him.) and Kurt looks up to ask Finn a question. He's just staring at him. He can't quite place the face, but it's some odd mix of confusion and hatred and adoration and lust and it scares him a bit. "Finn... ?" He begins and the other starts, blinking rapidly and shaking his head. Kurt forces the smile off of his face. (Even if he doesn't like Finn anymore, he's still so ungodly cute.) Finn catches Kurt's eyes and they stare at each other.
It's painfully silent for a moment. Kurt can feel the color rising in his cheeks. He's never stared at anybody for so long. "Kurt, are you a virgin?" The question completely takes him off guard and in a moment, he's a spluttering mess. He manages to compose himself, his eyes on the carpet again and his face bright red. "Yes," he manages a squeak. But he isn't sure why he's so embarrassed about it. He is proud that he's a virgin; he doesn't want to just throw that away to anybody. "Are you.. ?" He returns, clearing his throat and trying to calm down. It's Finn's turn to blush. He shakes his head and Kurt's eyebrows shoot up on his forehead. "You're not?" Again, Finn shakes his head. Kurt doesn't know what to say.
He leans back against his bed and just sort of looks at Finn. The awkward silence grows until it is unbearable and Kurt laughs softly. "I guess another one of me was just born," he mumbles. Finn stares at him like he's cross-eyed. "You know what they say: Every awkward silence, another gay baby is born." Finn actually cracks a smile and Kurt's heart skips a beat. (Okay, no matter how much he thinks he know it, he really just is so not over Finn.) Then the thoughtful look is back on his face.
"How did you know?" He says, obviously not patronizing Kurt. (If it had been any other jock...) It's Kurt's turn to think.
"I guess I sort of always have known. I mean, I-" Finn cuts him off.
"But, you're a virgin. So how do you know if you're actually gay?" Okay, so Finn's just curious, but that still doesn't stop the sting.
"Not all gay guys actually.. y-you know.." He says, blushing at the last bit.
"Do you want to?" Finn asks again and Kurt really wants to slap him. Is he offering? Because that's what it sounds like. Kurt just stares at him. (They seem to be doing that a lot, lately, just sort of.. staring at each other.) And suddenly Finn is on all fours, leaning over their papers and in Kurt's face. Kurt's eyes are wide and the color is high in his cheeks.
"Are you offering?" He whispers. Finn blushes and looks down. He goes to move away and Kurt pulls him back. "'Cause I'll accept if it is one.."
And suddenly, Finns lips are on his and his stomach is twisting in knots. He goes a bit breathless and pulls Finn closer. They're both desperate, Kurt realizes as Finn's teeth bruise his lips. He pulls away and opens his eyes, his stomach coiling again when he sees the shine in Finn's eyes. "Bed. Now," he whispers and his voice manages to crack. He crawls back up on his bed and Finn follows him. Kurt's only a virgin to another human being, he forgot to mention. He has access to a credit card and is fair share of.. toys. He knows what it feels like, but not with another person, and now he's shaking. He pulls Finn on top of him and kisses him again. The kiss is slower, but no less bruising and he sighs into it. Finn's a great kisser, he thinks, letting himself get lost in the moment. For a while, he thinks this is just another one of his fantasies and Finn will say his name and he'll snap back to reality and have to hide yet another boner. But when Finn says his name, the moment stays and his voice is thick and hoarse and just the way Kurt's always wanted somebody to say his name.
Kurt pulls him back into the kiss, tugging at Finn's t-shirt and sliding his hands up his torso. He's a little pudgy, but Kurt can feel his muscles rippling under his skin, and he's never really been one for super beefy guys. Finn is precisely his type, he's concluded.
It's a little blurry between when the kissing becomes making out, as well as how their clothes get removed, but Kurt's completely clear headed once he sees Finn's cock standing at attention. He reaches over into his nightstand and grabs a bottle of lube and a condom. (So help him if Burt ever decides to root around in his stuff.) He's panting as he watches Finn rolls the condom on with shaking hands and Kurt preps himself, knowing full well that Finn's not ready for that. He starts slow, one finger slathered in lube (it's been awhile). He pushes another one in and muffles a moan in the back of his free hand. He squeezes his eyes shut once he pushes in the third one. His hand goes slack over his mouth and he can't stop a rush of profanity from slipping from his kiss-bruised lips. Finn pulls his hand away and he lets out a greedy whine.
The whine quickly turns into a soft moan as Finn hooks Kurt's legs over his shoulders and he feels Finn's cock pressing against the ring of muscles he'd just stretched open. "Fuck, Finn," he groans. "Just push it in," he whispers hoarsely. He keeps his eyes closed and squeezes them shut tighter when Finn pushes into him. He's full suddenly and Finn hits right against that wonderful bundle of nerves and he arches, shoving his wrist in his mouth to keep from screaming at how wonderful it feels. He hears Finn panting above him and rolls his hips to encourage him. He knows that if he speaks now, it'll be too loud, not to mention incoherent. And Carol and Burt are upstairs making dinner.
Finn starts moving and, god-that-he-doesn't-believe-in, he's so wonderful. Kurt has to keep some part of his arm over his mouth to keep from moaning too loudly.
And suddenly Finn stops and Kurt, again, wants to slap him. He opens an eye and sees Finn looking over at the steps. His face is burning when he looks over and sees his father standing there, debating what to do. Kurt's face turns bright red and he closes his eyes again. "DAD, can't you learn to knock?" He hisses, likely not as embarrassed as Finn, however, who is completely petrified. Still, Burt just stands there. "Can you please leave!" He shouts, his voice cracking as he buries his face in his hands.
"Um.. Dinner'll be ready in about a half an hour," Burt stammers. Kurt stays silent.
They listen to the footsteps retreat and the door to his room shuts. Kurt groans and grabs a pillow, shoving it over his face and screaming into it. The moment's ruined, he thinks. It's done for and there's no way Finn's going to want to fuck him aft-
The pillow is pulled away from his face and Finn is leaning over him, grinning. "Kind of adds to the thrill, doesn't it?" The usually naive football player says and Kurt's eyes go wide. 'How stunningly uncharacteristic,' Kurt thinks, his face turning red for a different reason. Finn kisses him and he's moving again, and yet again, Kurt is an incoherent bundle of babbling euphoria. It doesn't take long and he guesses Finn is sort of right. Even if that was the single most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to him, it was kind of exhilarating.
Not once does either of them touch his cock, but he comes nonetheless and it is amazing. He gasps when Finn leaves him and as they both come back down to Earth, Kurt realizes he's shaking really badly, but he also doesn't care. He looks over at Finn, who's sprawled, panting next to him and he smiles. Finn grins softly and returns his gaze to the ceiling. Kurt curls against him, just needing to be close to somebody and Finn doesn't push him away.
Of the things that Kurt is aware of, there is one more thing, however amended. He is so not over Finn.