I have no words for this.
Title: Superman.
Pairing(s): Finn/Kurt.
Warnings: PWP, basically. Awkward first time sex. And when I say awkward, I mean it.
Spoiler(s): Sadly, no.
Word count: 1893.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: Brittany has a fancy dress party. This results in bedroom antics.
Author's Notes: I have no idea. I am just sorry. With many thanks to the long suffering Muffin - aka woodsgal - for encouraing me even when she shouldn't, and for being awesome and beta-ing the fluff that comes from my head. ILY, Muffin. Also, I suck at titles, I know.
The party was at Brittany’s house.
It was a fancy dress party, because Brittany liked dressing up. She was floating around in a little pink tutu and pink glittery wings with a plastic pink wand with bright pink fluff and silver ribbons trailing down from a glittery silver star. She looked like she was in heaven.
People were still pouring in. The other Glee members were there, because Brittany had just invited everyone in the entire school, even the teachers - none of whom were here, thankfully - in the hopes that it would be the party of the century and they had stopped to say hi. Their costumes ranged from Alice In Wonderland - Rachel - to Stephen Hawking - Artie.
Kurt was the last one to arrive. And when he did, Finn had to fight to keep his jaw where it was and not on the floor.
He was dressed a superhero. Finn would have said it was Superman except that there was a big K on his chest rather than an S - and it only took Finn about thirty seconds to work out why, which was a new record for him. He had a mask covering much of his face and underpants on over his clothes and a cape but it was the tights that kept Finn’s attention.
He had the most marvellous pair of legs Finn thought he’d ever seen. Slender and shapely, the tights clung to every curve of them, showing them off to their best. They truly were a sight to behold.
Kurt, on the other hand, was transfixed by a different part of Finn’s anatomy. Namely, his chest. Which was almost entirely on show, as Finn had apparently come as Tarzan. In a loin cloth. Kurt was almost drooling - this was better than a half price sale at Bloomingdales.
He sauntered over to where Finn was standing. Finn smiled at him slowly, and Kurt wished he hadn’t worn something quite so…restrictive. He thought about dead puppies and Rachel’s wardrobe, however, and his little problem went away.
“Hello, Finn Hudson,” he said softly. Finn just stared at Kurt’s calves.
“Uh…hey, Kurt,” he managed, finally dragging his eyes to Kurt’s face, mostly hidden behind the mask. But Finn would know those eyes anywhere.
“How are you?” Kurt asked politely, keeping his eyes trained on Finn’s face, determined not to let them stray lower…
“You have great legs,” Finn suddenly blurted. Kurt’s face, behind his mask, flamed.
“Excuse me?” he squeaked in a very un-Kurt like manner.
“Your legs. They’re great,” Finn said, wishing with all his might that his mouth would stop moving and making words. It didn’t work. “And sometimes I wonder what you taste like. Because you look kind of like vanilla ice cream.”
“I…look like vanilla ice cream?!” Kurt said, his voice reaching an octave he hadn’t previously been aware he could reach. It was higher than a high F, that was for sure.
“Yes. Pale and soft and, y’know. Tasty,” Finn said, mentally cursing his inability to keep anything to himself.
“Tasty. I look…tasty?” Kurt asked in a strangled voice. Finn nodded.
Suddenly, Kurt had grabbed hold of the strap of Finn’s loin cloth and was dragging him down a hallway. He got shoved into a room and Kurt shut the door behind them, getting his cape caught and having to sort that out before turned to Finn, eyes blazing.
“Is this some sort of sick joke? Did Puck put you up to this? No, I bet it was Rachel. She never did get back at me for that make over.”
“What do you mean?” Finn asked, frowning.
“I mean,” Kurt said slowly, “that you are clearly doing this to torment me because I have a crush on you.”
Finn stared for a long moment at him.
“You have a crush on me?” he asked, smiling slowly.
“Yes. And you are clearly straight and don’t like me, so I don’t understand what all this is about and…Finn. What are you doing?”
Finn had invaded Kurt’s personal space. He really was quite freakishly tall.
“Can I kiss you now?” Finn asked. Kurt let out a startled noise which Finn took as an affirmative and bent his head to kiss Kurt.
It was very different to kissing Brittany. For a start, they were standing, which changed all the angles. For another, Finn lips were not as soft, and they were chapped, and he smelt different - more masculine - and he felt different - much harder - and Kurt liked it. He liked it a lot.
His costume was also really terribly restrictive.
This thought had apparently occurred to Finn, too. He pulled away and looked at Kurt, then slowly started to remove his clothing.
It was like he was unwrapping something precious. His fingers were even shaking slightly. He slid the underwear off, then the tights, slipping everything off except the cape. He slid the mask off and pressed gentle kisses to Kurt’s eyelids.
“I want to make love to Super Kurt,” he murmured. Kurt shivered, cock standing proudly to attention.
Kurt made short work of Finn’s loin cloth, and then they were both naked. And Lord, Finn was not small. It was true what they said about proportions.
Finn kissed him again, bare skin sliding deliciously against bare skin, Finn’s deep moans mingling with Kurt’s breathy gasps.
“I…I’ve not…I’ve never done this before,” Finn murmured.
“I…neither have I,” Kurt breathed.
“Will it hurt?”
“Yes.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You can’t escape that, Finn. You're huge.”
Finn blushed.
“Will it hurt more because…”
“Yes. But don’t worry about me, Finn. I’m not made of porcelain.”
Finn dragged his eyes appraisingly over Kurt’s body, naked except for the cape, over the acres of pale, soft skin displayed before him.
“You look like you are.”
It was Kurt’s turn to blush.
“Can’t you…” Finn trailed off. Kurt blushed scarlet.
“I don’t…I don’t think…I don’t feel confident enough.”
“Oh,” Finn breathed, amazed and flattered that Kurt had let him in that far, had told him something like that.
Finn kissed him again, cupped his soft cheeks gently in his hands and pressed their lips together for a long moment. It was much more chaste than their previous kiss, but both of them were still hard, still needed this. Finn traced his tongue along Kurt’s lower lip and Kurt let him in. His tongue was warm and wet and plump and Finn’s groan was lost in Kurt’s mouth.
He maneuvered them to the bed and lay Kurt onto it gently before straddling him, careful not to rest too much of his weight on Kurt for fear of hurting him.
“Lube,” Kurt gasped softly as Finn’s erection - huge and imposing and wondrous - brushed against his.
Finn bit his lip and frowned. He didn’t have any. He got up and rummaged about in the drawers, managing to find some. He had no idea whose room it was and he also didn’t want to know, and so he simply straddled Kurt again and looked at him.
“Uh…” he mumbled.
“Yeah…” Kurt breathed.
They stared at each other for a long moment and then with a soft whimper and a sigh, Kurt rolled over and lifted himself onto his hands and knees, then settled himself onto his forearms. The cape slid forward and revealed Kurt’s ass, pale and perfect. Finn swallowed audibly.
“I thought…it would be easiest,” Kurt said in a strangled voice. It made Finn feel better to realise he wasn’t the only one feeling awkward about this.
Finn had a vague idea about what he should do. But presented with Kurt’s ass like that, so perfect and untouched, nerves were gnawing at his gut. His erection, however, was not flagging, and he wanted this. More than he had ever wanted anything.
He squirted some of the lube onto his fingers and ran one slowly around Kurt’s entrance. Kurt made a gentle keening noise, partly in surprise at the coldness and partly in pleasure at the intimate touch. Slowly, Finn wriggled his finger inside and slid it slowly past the ring of muscle.
Kurt cried out, and Finn groaned as Kurt clenched around his finger. He was warm and tight and Finn’s cock throbbed and he had to think a litany of mail man mail man mail man to keep himself from coming right there and then.
Finn slowly withdrew his finger and slid it back in. Kurt was sobbing - it burned, it burned so much and he knew it would only get worse - but then Finn bent his finger experimentally and pressed against something and Kurt rocked backwards, a feral, animalistic noise tearing from his throat. Finn blinked in surprise at how hot he found it, and so he did it again. Kurt cried out, flinging his head back.
“Finn,” he groaned, and Finn moaned.
A second finger. A third. Kurt was moaning, sobbing - it still burnt, but with every crook of Finn’s finger, with every brush of that precious spot inside him, Kurt came that bit closer to being pushed over the edge.
“Now,” he gasped, rocking backwards in time with Finn’s fingers.
Finn gulped but nodded, sliding his fingers out and sliding a condom on - found in the same drawer as the lube. He put some lube onto his cock, biting his lip and thinking mail man mail man mail man mail man to keep from coming before he’d even…before he’d…oh, God.
He pressed the head of his cock against Kurt’s entrance. Kurt whined and Finn bit his lip and pushed forward.
Tight heat enveloped him. He was scared of hurting Kurt, and so he paused and Kurt rocked backwards, but his body was trying to expel Finn, a natural reaction to having something inside him, and Finn watched, fascinated, as Kurt’s hole pulsed around the head of his cock.
“Oh,” Kurt breathed, extending the single syllable out. It hurt, not as much as he had been lead to believe, but far more than he felt it should with the preparation. But it burned like nothing he’d ever felt, stretched and hurt so much.
“Does it…does it hurt?” Finn asked, breathing soft and ragged.
“Yes,” Kurt whined, head buried in the pillow to hide his tears.
Finn tried to push in further but Kurt made a noise so pained and so pitiful that Finn stopped, unable to go on. Instead he just rocked gently, moving the head of his cock ever so slightly in Kurt’s entrance. Kurt keened, long and low and painful, and Finn moaned at the pleasure he was getting and the pain Kurt was in. He reached a hand around to stroke Kurt’s erection, and within four strokes Kurt was spilling his seed of his hand, clenching tight around Finn, and Finn was coming too, groaning deeply.
They stayed like that for a moment, panting, before Finn slid out of Kurt and he collapsed, moaning, onto the bed. Finn sorted the condom out and then curled behind him, spooning him carefully, wrapping his arms around Kurt’s waist and burying his face into silky, chestnut hair.
“I’m so sorry I hurt you,” he whispered.
“It’s fine. I’m glad my first time could be with you,” Kurt breathed. Finn smiled into his hair.
“Yeah. Yeah, so am I.”