baby
Title: Baby
Pairing: Sinn
Finn confronts Sam about his crush on him and they argue. The fight leads to making out.
Warnings: Swearing, sexual scenes and ANGST
Finn is a little OOC but he’s angry and I think Finn does do and say stupid things when he gets angry.
School’s over and Sam’s fixing his hair in the bathroom after a session in the weight room. He lifts weights when he’s angry, he actually does any kind of exercise when he’s angry but today he doesn’t feel much better afterwards. He’s broken up with Quinn and it feels like everything is going to start going downhill from here. No more cheerleader girlfriend on his arm, no one who really cares that much about him at all. Santana’s cool, she’s very pretty, but she’s using him in the same way Quinn obviously was. Sam jumps when he catches Finn’s refection in the mirror, the taller boy has a glare set on his face.
“What do you want?” Sam asks without turning from the mirror, watching Finn cross him arms in the refection. He makes an effort to avoid Finn’s eyes though, knowing the effect they can have on him. Since the moment Sam first made eye contact with Finn he’s had a bit of a crush on the quarter back.
“I know” Finn says, sounding slightly nervous.
“What do you know? That you stole my girlfriend?” Sam spits out.
“Look Sam, I dealt with this last year with Kurt. Lay off yeah?”
Sam turns finally, leaning back against the sink and raising his eyebrows. He risks looking at Finn and recognises the fear in his eyes making his stomach twist. Finn looks down at the floor quickly.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about” Sam admits.
“I don’t care if you’re gay, that’s fine with me, but I’m not. So, stop staring at me, stop following me around and stop freaking me out”
The blonde has to grip the sink behind him to stop his knees from buckling, clinging to it until his hands feel sore. He looks up at Finn and purses his lips, struggling for words to say but they all die on his tongue. He decides to just accept what he’s hearing, giving a small nod but still not managing to move any other part of his body.
“Is that cool?” Finn asks, genuinely sounding concerned. Sam just nods again and in his head he repeatedly curses himself as he feels a knot tying in his throat and his eyes begin to sting with tears. “Right. I’m sorry about Quinn then, but I guess she’s not really your type after all?”
Finn notices Sam clench a fist at his side, both if his hands are shaking and Finn wonders if he’s been a little too harsh about this. Sam’s got a temper on him but he’s also a pretty soft guy and Finn’s noticed he has these moments when he seems to completely shut down and look like he’s about to cry.
“My brother’s still single” Finn says with a slight laugh but Sam just stares at him, his expression suddenly icy. He let’s out a shaky sigh. “Dude, say something? You’re scaring me” Finn admits. Sam has this horrible feeling that if he tries to articulate anything, he’s going to burst into tears and look totally stupid in front of the person he wants to impress the most.
“Dude?” Finn presses on and Sam screws his eyes shut.
“Can you just leave already?” Sam whispers, his voice somehow still managing to catch.
“But…are you all right? I don’t want to leave if you’re not”
“I said will you fucking get out!” Sam suddenly screams, his face flushed red with anger and hot tears making tracks on his face. Finn steps back in shock, not at all used to seeing his team mate looking like this. Sam shakes and turns away again, pressing his palms against his eyes and muttering swear words under his breathe.
“Jesus Sam, I’m sorry” Finn says, holding up his hands as Sam tugs at his already messy hair and swallows a sob. “I was saying to Puck the other day, you need to take major chill pills or something. You’ve got a big anger problem”
Sam looks up at Finn in the reflection of the mirror and Finn is taken aback by his appearance, hair stuck up on end, face red and eyes swollen. At least he’s managed to stop himself from crying though.
“I’m sorry about how this has worked out. But Quinn is head cheerleader, I’m quarter back again and you’re…well, you have Santana and you sing backing for Glee club”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? That I’m nothing now because I don’t have Quinn? That you’re somehow better than me because you’re the star player and manage to mask your homophobia behind your gay step brother…”
“I am not a homophobe” Finn laughs the comment off and Sam purses his lips again, rolling his eyes. He takes a breathe and walks towards the taller boy.
“Just stop making uneducated assumptions, and stop acting like you’re so much better than me just because you managed to lie and steal someone who wasn’t yours”
It’s Finn’s turn to roll his eyes and he lets another small laugh escape his lips before fixing his eyes on Sam’s.
“Quinn was never yours, the quarter back position was never yours. You’re the new guy and you have to work your way up, unfortunately you’re now a little stunted because of the gay thing and…”
“What?” Sam asks looking shocked and shaking his head. “Being gay isn’t a disability”
“Have you seen Kurt recently? I’d say it is if you want to keep on top”
Finn barely as time to register the fist colliding with his nose, Sam moves so quickly. The taller boy doubles over and swears as Sam shakes his bruised hand and glares down at Finn.
“What the fuck dude?” Finn takes his hands away and notices blood on his hand. Sam’s eyes widen when he sees the blood pouring from Finn’s nostril. Finn struggles to a standing position, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his letterman jacket and grimacing as it stains the white material. He lunges himself at Sam, shoving him violently against the wall and pressing his body flush against him. Sam’s always been stronger though and he manges to wrestle the tall boy off of him, pushing him away. The look on Sam’s face almost scares Finn and he takes a step forward but the blonde misinterprets the action, shoving Finn against the sinks, so that they dig painfully into his back. Sam raises his fist again but then holds it in mid air. Silence falls over the room, nothing to be heard but the two boys heavy breathing and Sam just stares. Finn struggles to push him away but he tightens the hold he has on Finn’s shoulders.
“Get off of me” Finn says through through gritted teeth but Sam’s frozen because he can feel something pressing against his leg and he can tell that Finn is also very aware of it.
“You fucking hypocrite” Sam mutters and Finn turns red, avoiding his eyes. The blonde keeps looking at Finn as he slips his thigh between his legs and rubs it against Finn’s hard cock. The quarter back shivers and bites down on his lip to stop himself from moaning out. Sam leans his face close to Finn’s, so Finn feels his hot breathe on his cheek and he turns his head finally, resting his forehead against the blondes and letting out a sigh. Sam’s grip on his shoulders loosens and he moves his arms to wrap around Finn’s neck, one hand in his hair while they keep eye contact. They both take a breathe and then Finn crashes his lips against Sam’s and they collide. It’s clumsy, knees and elbows getting caught and noses rubbing, Finn has to bend down to reach Sam’s lips and his fingers press a little too hard into Sam’s hips, so that Sam is sure his nails must be leaving indents.
Sam grins as he hears Finn whimper, the usually tough football player coming apart in his arms. The blonde pushes his hips forward and Finn gasps, mirroring the action. Sam moans when he hears Finn breathing hard against his ear and they begin to grind their hips into each others, his hand grabbing at Finn’s ass and pulling him closer.
“Faster” Finn whispers and they both speed up their thrusts, gasping and grunting. Sam drops his head onto Finn’s shoulder and bites down on the exposed skin causing Finn to moan again. They find each others lips again, both arching their backs and pushing themselves as close together as they can manage, grinding and thrusting their hard cocks together. Finn pulls away and Sam can’t help but look at him in awe as his red, swollen lips part and his breathing gets faster, his head thrown back to expose his neck, which Sam attacks with kisses and bites.
“Oh God Sam” Finn moans as his body begins to convulse and he gasps, gripping the sinks. His knees wobble but he stands upright and Sam feels him coming, the hot liquid coming through Finn’s jeans onto his. Finn moans, and he grabs Sam’s t shirt, bringing him in for a kiss while continuing to rock his hips against his. It only takes a few more thrusts before Sam collapses against Finn, his nails digging into his hips, and he shudders as he orgasms.
They stand pressed against each other for a few moments before Sam pulls away and straightens himself out, not looking at Finn, who clears his throat and then turns to look at himself in the mirror. Sam shoves his hands deep into his pockets and catches Finn’s eye in the reflection.
“Can we, like, talk about this tomorrow or something?” Finn asks, his voice hoarse and low. Sam presses his lips together and tries to stop himself from smiling in case Finn gets pissed off but the taller boy grins at him, taking Sam by surprise. “Not quite what I came in here for…but, that was pretty hot…” Finn trails off and bites his bottom lip while Sam stares at him.
“Okay” He manages to squeak out.
“I’ll see you tomorrow yeah? I have to sort out some stuff and then we’ll talk”
Sam nods quickly, aware that his mouth is hanging open. Finn steps towards him and pecks him quickly on the cheek, both boys blushing before Finn leaves the room. The blonde stands in the middle of the bathroom for a few minutes and stares ahead of him at his refection in the mirror, dressed in his hoody, his hair styled like Justin Bieber and a massive smile plastered across his face. He runs his hands through his hair and then pulls of the hoody over his head, realising that he doesn’t have to hide behind a mask any more. Someone cares.
Pairing: Sinn
Finn confronts Sam about his crush on him and they argue. The fight leads to making out.
Warnings: Swearing, sexual scenes and ANGST
Finn is a little OOC but he’s angry and I think Finn does do and say stupid things when he gets angry.
School’s over and Sam’s fixing his hair in the bathroom after a session in the weight room. He lifts weights when he’s angry, he actually does any kind of exercise when he’s angry but today he doesn’t feel much better afterwards. He’s broken up with Quinn and it feels like everything is going to start going downhill from here. No more cheerleader girlfriend on his arm, no one who really cares that much about him at all. Santana’s cool, she’s very pretty, but she’s using him in the same way Quinn obviously was. Sam jumps when he catches Finn’s refection in the mirror, the taller boy has a glare set on his face.
“What do you want?” Sam asks without turning from the mirror, watching Finn cross him arms in the refection. He makes an effort to avoid Finn’s eyes though, knowing the effect they can have on him. Since the moment Sam first made eye contact with Finn he’s had a bit of a crush on the quarter back.
“I know” Finn says, sounding slightly nervous.
“What do you know? That you stole my girlfriend?” Sam spits out.
“Look Sam, I dealt with this last year with Kurt. Lay off yeah?”
Sam turns finally, leaning back against the sink and raising his eyebrows. He risks looking at Finn and recognises the fear in his eyes making his stomach twist. Finn looks down at the floor quickly.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about” Sam admits.
“I don’t care if you’re gay, that’s fine with me, but I’m not. So, stop staring at me, stop following me around and stop freaking me out”
The blonde has to grip the sink behind him to stop his knees from buckling, clinging to it until his hands feel sore. He looks up at Finn and purses his lips, struggling for words to say but they all die on his tongue. He decides to just accept what he’s hearing, giving a small nod but still not managing to move any other part of his body.
“Is that cool?” Finn asks, genuinely sounding concerned. Sam just nods again and in his head he repeatedly curses himself as he feels a knot tying in his throat and his eyes begin to sting with tears. “Right. I’m sorry about Quinn then, but I guess she’s not really your type after all?”
Finn notices Sam clench a fist at his side, both if his hands are shaking and Finn wonders if he’s been a little too harsh about this. Sam’s got a temper on him but he’s also a pretty soft guy and Finn’s noticed he has these moments when he seems to completely shut down and look like he’s about to cry.
“My brother’s still single” Finn says with a slight laugh but Sam just stares at him, his expression suddenly icy. He let’s out a shaky sigh. “Dude, say something? You’re scaring me” Finn admits. Sam has this horrible feeling that if he tries to articulate anything, he’s going to burst into tears and look totally stupid in front of the person he wants to impress the most.
“Dude?” Finn presses on and Sam screws his eyes shut.
“Can you just leave already?” Sam whispers, his voice somehow still managing to catch.
“But…are you all right? I don’t want to leave if you’re not”
“I said will you fucking get out!” Sam suddenly screams, his face flushed red with anger and hot tears making tracks on his face. Finn steps back in shock, not at all used to seeing his team mate looking like this. Sam shakes and turns away again, pressing his palms against his eyes and muttering swear words under his breathe.
“Jesus Sam, I’m sorry” Finn says, holding up his hands as Sam tugs at his already messy hair and swallows a sob. “I was saying to Puck the other day, you need to take major chill pills or something. You’ve got a big anger problem”
Sam looks up at Finn in the reflection of the mirror and Finn is taken aback by his appearance, hair stuck up on end, face red and eyes swollen. At least he’s managed to stop himself from crying though.
“I’m sorry about how this has worked out. But Quinn is head cheerleader, I’m quarter back again and you’re…well, you have Santana and you sing backing for Glee club”
“What the fuck is that supposed to mean? That I’m nothing now because I don’t have Quinn? That you’re somehow better than me because you’re the star player and manage to mask your homophobia behind your gay step brother…”
“I am not a homophobe” Finn laughs the comment off and Sam purses his lips again, rolling his eyes. He takes a breathe and walks towards the taller boy.
“Just stop making uneducated assumptions, and stop acting like you’re so much better than me just because you managed to lie and steal someone who wasn’t yours”
It’s Finn’s turn to roll his eyes and he lets another small laugh escape his lips before fixing his eyes on Sam’s.
“Quinn was never yours, the quarter back position was never yours. You’re the new guy and you have to work your way up, unfortunately you’re now a little stunted because of the gay thing and…”
“What?” Sam asks looking shocked and shaking his head. “Being gay isn’t a disability”
“Have you seen Kurt recently? I’d say it is if you want to keep on top”
Finn barely as time to register the fist colliding with his nose, Sam moves so quickly. The taller boy doubles over and swears as Sam shakes his bruised hand and glares down at Finn.
“What the fuck dude?” Finn takes his hands away and notices blood on his hand. Sam’s eyes widen when he sees the blood pouring from Finn’s nostril. Finn struggles to a standing position, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his letterman jacket and grimacing as it stains the white material. He lunges himself at Sam, shoving him violently against the wall and pressing his body flush against him. Sam’s always been stronger though and he manges to wrestle the tall boy off of him, pushing him away. The look on Sam’s face almost scares Finn and he takes a step forward but the blonde misinterprets the action, shoving Finn against the sinks, so that they dig painfully into his back. Sam raises his fist again but then holds it in mid air. Silence falls over the room, nothing to be heard but the two boys heavy breathing and Sam just stares. Finn struggles to push him away but he tightens the hold he has on Finn’s shoulders.
“Get off of me” Finn says through through gritted teeth but Sam’s frozen because he can feel something pressing against his leg and he can tell that Finn is also very aware of it.
“You fucking hypocrite” Sam mutters and Finn turns red, avoiding his eyes. The blonde keeps looking at Finn as he slips his thigh between his legs and rubs it against Finn’s hard cock. The quarter back shivers and bites down on his lip to stop himself from moaning out. Sam leans his face close to Finn’s, so Finn feels his hot breathe on his cheek and he turns his head finally, resting his forehead against the blondes and letting out a sigh. Sam’s grip on his shoulders loosens and he moves his arms to wrap around Finn’s neck, one hand in his hair while they keep eye contact. They both take a breathe and then Finn crashes his lips against Sam’s and they collide. It’s clumsy, knees and elbows getting caught and noses rubbing, Finn has to bend down to reach Sam’s lips and his fingers press a little too hard into Sam’s hips, so that Sam is sure his nails must be leaving indents.
Sam grins as he hears Finn whimper, the usually tough football player coming apart in his arms. The blonde pushes his hips forward and Finn gasps, mirroring the action. Sam moans when he hears Finn breathing hard against his ear and they begin to grind their hips into each others, his hand grabbing at Finn’s ass and pulling him closer.
“Faster” Finn whispers and they both speed up their thrusts, gasping and grunting. Sam drops his head onto Finn’s shoulder and bites down on the exposed skin causing Finn to moan again. They find each others lips again, both arching their backs and pushing themselves as close together as they can manage, grinding and thrusting their hard cocks together. Finn pulls away and Sam can’t help but look at him in awe as his red, swollen lips part and his breathing gets faster, his head thrown back to expose his neck, which Sam attacks with kisses and bites.
“Oh God Sam” Finn moans as his body begins to convulse and he gasps, gripping the sinks. His knees wobble but he stands upright and Sam feels him coming, the hot liquid coming through Finn’s jeans onto his. Finn moans, and he grabs Sam’s t shirt, bringing him in for a kiss while continuing to rock his hips against his. It only takes a few more thrusts before Sam collapses against Finn, his nails digging into his hips, and he shudders as he orgasms.
They stand pressed against each other for a few moments before Sam pulls away and straightens himself out, not looking at Finn, who clears his throat and then turns to look at himself in the mirror. Sam shoves his hands deep into his pockets and catches Finn’s eye in the reflection.
“Can we, like, talk about this tomorrow or something?” Finn asks, his voice hoarse and low. Sam presses his lips together and tries to stop himself from smiling in case Finn gets pissed off but the taller boy grins at him, taking Sam by surprise. “Not quite what I came in here for…but, that was pretty hot…” Finn trails off and bites his bottom lip while Sam stares at him.
“Okay” He manages to squeak out.
“I’ll see you tomorrow yeah? I have to sort out some stuff and then we’ll talk”
Sam nods quickly, aware that his mouth is hanging open. Finn steps towards him and pecks him quickly on the cheek, both boys blushing before Finn leaves the room. The blonde stands in the middle of the bathroom for a few minutes and stares ahead of him at his refection in the mirror, dressed in his hoody, his hair styled like Justin Bieber and a massive smile plastered across his face. He runs his hands through his hair and then pulls of the hoody over his head, realising that he doesn’t have to hide behind a mask any more. Someone cares.