Glee-Fic: Summer Harmony, Counterpoint (Finn/Kurt/Blaine)
Title:Summer Harmony
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt/Blaine
Chapter: 16/?
Word Count: 2721
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Sequel to 'It All Started With A Question,' 'Lucky' and 'Feel This Good'. here They're going to work through this. It may not always be easy, but they've got the whole summer to figure themselves out.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I'm done with them. :)
Summer Harmony
Counterpoint
“Where’s the week gone?” Blaine groans the next Sunday, fingers idly tracing Kurt’s hip as they share a lounge chair again.
“The week’s gone with too much sun and too much sex and I think I have a permanent farmer’s tan thanks to Finn’s inability to apply suntan lotion correctly,” Kurt sniffs, pushing up his sunglasses, and Blaine chuckles and lays against his shoulder.
“Never too much sex.”
“Mm,” Kurt sighs and Blaine sinks farther against him, heated and comfortable in the sunlight. Truth be told they haven’t fooled around that much, even going into town a couple of days to shop (‘otherwise this trip would be completely wasted,’ Kurt had joked) and spending a lot of time playing Rock Band or watching pre-season football (and oh, Kurt loved that, but he was always outvoted) or swimming or hanging out around the campfire.
It had been fun, really, and Blaine could see that the three of them were rather eerily compatible and if…someday…this whole thing were to work out it would probably work.
Maybe he can convince Kurt that they all need to buy an apartment in New York once senior year’s done. That’d be nice.
But that still leaves… “Rachel.”
“Yes,” Kurt doesn’t seem to find it strange that he’d just blurted her name out randomly, and his fingers idly tap on Blaine’s shoulder as he thinks. “She’s the issue, isn’t she?”
“She and Finn love each other…”
“Perhaps,” Kurt cuts him off, staring down his nose at the other boy (although with the sunglasses on it’s rather hard to tell where Kurt’s looking, exactly). “But if I tell you this you have to promise it will never reach Finn’s ears.”
“Of course,” Blaine moves his arm over Kurt’s stomach, dipping down to rest under the waistband of his swim trunks, and Kurt smiles fondly at him before continuing.
“Right. I’ve spoken at length with Rachel about this…we’re friends, so it’s only natural, and she revealed to me that she still has…feeling for somebody else. She loves Finn, of course she does, but I believe if it came down to a choice between them her response would be obvious,” he sighs and Blaine tries to think, wondering who else Rachel could be in love with. Other than…
“Wait. That guy at the prom?”
“Yes,” Kurt nods in affirmation. “They’re quite clearly two bodies sharing the same soul, but with him being halfway across the country and…well, he’s done some less than charitable things to her, and while I suppose he’s made up for it in his own way, things aren’t exactly sunshine and roses between them.”
“But Rachel loves him.”
“I believe so,” Kurt nods and rests his chin on Blaine’s head. “And I can’t blame her. I know what it’s like to love somebody that’s hurt me, after all.”
Blaine doesn’t answer that even though he knows what Kurt’s referring to, and after a moment he clears his throat and asks, “So, why is she with Finn, then? She’s not…”
“Leading him on? No. As I said, in speaking to her, I know she loves him, but I think part of it is guilt. She tried so hard after she’d cheated on him to get back and he wouldn’t let her, and then to have him suddenly decide to forgive her and, after everything, for her to go, ‘No, that’s okay!’ wouldn’t have looked right or made a lot of sense,” he notes. “Of course, he’d only asked her after Jesse had come back, so…”
“So it makes perfect sense in reality,” Blaine feels a pang of sympathy for Finn because the boy’s really had awful luck when it came to girls. “Kurt?” he asks, needing to know the next part, and Kurt looks at him. “You’d tell me, right? If you fell out of love with me. You wouldn’t lead me on?”
“Not gonna happen, babe,” Kurt kisses his forehead and smiles. “But yes, I promise I’d tell you. Still never going to happen.”
“I know,” Blaine says, because he does know…or, as the summer’s worn on, he’s starting to believe it. “So. I probably have to head back to Chicago tonight because otherwise I’ll need to be on the road by about six tomorrow morning, but you and Finn are welcome to stay if you’d like. My parents’ flight isn’t until Tuesday so there’s no chance of them walking in on you,” he adds and Kurt laughs.
“I wish you could stay the night, but I understand if you need to go,” he says. “I promise we’ll clean everything up tomorrow before we leave.”
“I trust you. Finn, not so much, but definitely you,” Blaine teases, reaching up to kiss him softly. “Mm, this has been nice though, hasn’t it?”
“Yes. Extremely. Thank you for planning it,” Kurt kisses him a little deeper after he’s done speaking.
“I think…” Blaine pauses. “I think you and Finn need to…tonight…”
“Maybe,” Kurt sighs and leans back, adjusting his sunglasses again. “Truth be told, I’m a little concerned at how vehemently you’re trying to get us to spend time together. He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Seriously, Kurt, he and I have done more than he and you have, and that’s a little odd to me,” Blaine has to tell him and Kurt shakes his head.
“That’s not what counts. Finn and I know where we stand and it’s not important for us to explore that sexually. You and he are getting to know each other and, since fooling around is where this entire thing started, that’s what you’re continuing with. And you and I are in a relationship and so it’s entirely normal. He and I just…don’t need that,” he explains, fingers running through Blaine’s hair, and Blaine doesn’t believe him for a second.
“Lube’s in the drawer, the sex toys are in the closet. Have fun,” he kisses Kurt once more before standing.
“Where are you off to?”
“Pre-season. Browns,” Blaine mimes throwing a football and Kurt’s no-doubt rolling his eyes. “Come if you want. Couch-cuddling.”
“Mm. As exciting as that sounds, I want to get rid of these tan lines,” Kurt leans back in the chair, long body on display, and Blaine watches him with a fond smile before heading into the house.
000
“So, you’re leaving?” Finn’s got an arm wrapped around him, Blaine tucked into his side, and he has to admit that he and Blaine have gotten kinda close over the last week. He still doesn’t feel anything for him the way he feels for Kurt, but the guy’s awesome and they have a lot in common and it’s cool to get to know him outside of just having sex.
“Like I told Kurt, I could go in the morning but I’d have to leave stupidly early and I’d be exhausted before the first show of the day,” he laughs and leans his head on Finn’s chest, smiling at him.
“Is Kurt comin’ in anytime soon?”
“Football? Not likely. I’ve even tried to entice him with the reality of tight pants but that’s not even fazing him,” Blaine shrugs and Finn rubs his arm, nudging him a little.
“Are you talking about me, gentlemen?” Kurt comes down the stairs, dressed down in a T-shirt and his swim trunks and carrying a rather tall glass of lemonade. “I was promised couch-cuddling and if I don’t receive any I might go outside again.”
“Are you threatening us?” Blaine peeks out from around Finn. “I think he’s threatening us.”
“We’re comfy, man,” Finn tells him and Kurt plops on his other side, crossing his legs and flexing his toes while he stares at them. “You smell like coconuts.”
“Suntan lotion. When you apply it properly, you can smell it, unlike what you did…”
“Lay off,” Finn chuckles and pulls Kurt close, sticking his nose into the other boy’s hair and sniffing. “Your hair smells like coconuts, too.”
“Stop smelling me,” Kurt protests weakly, but he turns his face when Finn moves in to kiss him, sighing softly. “How’s your game going?”
“We’re winning,” Blaine supplies and Kurt nods thoughtfully before settling back against the couch, staring vacantly at the screen. Blaine reaches across Finn’s lap and grabs the other boy’s hand as Kurt smiles at him, their hands twined loosely for the rest of the game.
000
“You know, in a way I’m glad the summer’s almost over,” Kurt notes that evening, freshly showered as he paces the guest room. “Not that I don’t enjoy the time off, but being able to see Blaine more than once every couple of weeks will be a good thing.”
“Yeah. Totally,” Finn nods quickly and Kurt gives him a sideways glance.
“I meant for me. You realize that, even though all of the Glee Club knows, you’re going to have to keep this a secret?” he raises an eyebrow and Finn shrugs.
“I just thought…”
“No,” Kurt glares at him and Finn goes silent. “You’re dating Rachel, remember? Plus with our luck, somebody unsavoury will see the interaction and, let’s face it, I still get enough harassment and you’ve always been the…excuse the term…butt of many jokes about your sexuality. We don’t need to give them more ammunition.”
“But…”
“No,” Kurt says firmly, needing to get this across. He wants his senior year to be virtually harassment free, and hopefully with the Bully Whips around he could at least have a chance for that. If Finn started being overly affectionate at school, there was no way anything good could come of it.
“Okay,” Finn looks dejected and Kurt sighs and slips off his bathrobe, crossing the room in an instant and smiling when Finn’s arms instinctively come up to hold him.
“It’s not because I don’t love you or I’m ashamed of you. You know I’m not,” Kurt promises, and Finn nods after a moment. “I love you, Finn. But the world…isn’t ready for us. Especially not ‘us and Blaine.’ Polygamy is a touchy subject and even though I think the three of us could work what seems realistic to us as teenagers may not in a few years, so let’s not get in too deep.”
“You’re right,” Finn takes Kurt’s hand and slides it around his body.
“What are you…”
“Remember when Blaine…did that thing to me?”
“You’re very vague but I think I do,” Kurt nods, his heart beating a little faster. “Are you saying?”
“I’m ready,” Finn nods. “I just…to end the week? Yeah. If you want.”
“Yes,” Kurt’s voice is breathless and he kisses Finn quickly before stepping back. “I want.”
“Good.”
000
Which is how Finn ends up tied naked to the bed, aroused and watching Kurt through lust-fogged eyes as he wets his fingers with the lube and leans over the taller boy, kissing him playfully while using his non-slicked hand to pull Finn’s knee up.
“You’re sure?”
“Dude, it’s not like I haven’t done this,” Finn shifts a little, spreading his legs, and Kurt kisses him again before sliding the tip of one finger in, feeling Finn relax under him. “Still feels weird, though.”
“That probably won’t change,” Kurt laughs and keeps kissing him, Finn’s mouth warm and soft and making him heady, and it’s beautiful. “Can you take another?”
“Blaine didn’t…”
“Can you?” Kurt presses, kissing him again, and Finn nods.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think…”
“Good,” Kurt slips another finger in, searching with both until he finds the other boy’s prostate and pressing against it, and it’s amazing how Finn comes undone, thrashing against the ropes as his body bucks up and Kurt laughs. It’s his first time doing this, being in control like this, and he rather likes it.
He’d thought he’d find it a little crude…after all, it can’t be entirely hygienic which is why he’d made Finn shower first, but at the same time it’s…amazing, having that control, and he strokes the other boy’s prostate lazily as Finn pants and arches.
“No,” Kurt can tell when Finn’s close and he wants to make this last, so he wraps a hand around the base of the other boy’s cock and Finn whines at him, pleading with his eyes as Kurt keeps his fingers moving, eventually just applying a little bit of pressure and Finn’s entire body is shaking.
“Please, Kurt…please…” he all but whimpers, and Kurt feels a little cruel but he knows Finn can take it.
“Ask me for it,” he says, licking the shell of Finn’s ear and whispering directly into it. “Ask me and I’ll let you.”
“God, Kurt, please…let me come, I can’t…I’m…” he shakes his head, incapable of more words, and Kurt kisses him, presses against his prostate, and releases Finn cock at the same time and he comes with a yell into Kurt’s mouth, still shaking like a leaf as Kurt strokes him through it, pulling his fingers out once Finn’s laying there panting, eyes wide and looking wrecked. “Oh, my God,” he breathes as Kurt smiles at him.
“Was that…”
“Wow,” Finn laughs, ducking his head as much as he can. “That was…yeah. Awesome.”
“Good,” Kurt’s relieved although watching Finn come apart like that has him achingly hard, and he quickly unties Finn’s wrists and yelps as Finn rolls them over and strokes him, so close that a few is all it takes and he orgasms with a sigh of pleasure, clutching at Finn as he closes his eyes and lets the feeling wash over him.
He lies there boneless for a while, drifting and idly stroking Finn’s shoulders, and Finn eventually pushes himself upright and staggers to the washroom, Kurt hearing the shower start after a moment and realizing that yes, Finn probably wants to rid himself of some of the lube. He knows firsthand how awkward it can feel after the fact.
When he comes to himself again he can hear the tub running and wonders why, when Finn’s just taken a shower, but when the taller boy comes out and gently scoops him up, he has a pretty good idea.
“Seemed a shame to spend a week here and not take advantage of the tub,” he murmurs, setting Kurt in the pleasantly hot water. “Be right back.”
Kurt leans back in the tub, slipping down in the water and wondering what Finn could be up to and whether he needs to be worried about the house blowing up while he’s doing it, but a few moments later Finn pads back into the bathroom, setting two cups by the side of the tub and reaching to turn on the fireplace before sliding in behind Kurt.
“Here,” he passes a cup over and Kurt takes it, smiling a little.
“Warm milk.”
“Yup,” Finn sighs and spreads his legs, pulling Kurt to rest between them.
“You’re quite the romantic, Finnegan Hudson,” Kurt let his head rest back on Finn’s shoulder, holding the mug tightly.
“I try, dude,” Finn laughs and wraps one arm around his stomach as they sit quietly for a while, sipping at the milk. “Kurt?”
“Yes?”
“I want you to know that I love you. And maybe it’s not, like, love-love, but I love you. You’re just…yeah,” he pauses, choking a little, and Kurt feels a little teary himself.
“I know, Finn. I’ve known for a while. And you know I love you.”
“Yeah,” Finn kisses him, mouth even hotter and a little sweet from the milk, and Kurt sinks back into his arms and thinks that he could easily get used to this.
And part of him is still guilty about not telling Finn the truth about Rachel, but he’s not going to sabotage their relationship and have them hate him for it. They need to figure it out by themselves, and right now all he can do is enjoy what time he has with Finn.
“Dude?” Finn says and Kurt glances back at him.
“Yes?”
“Um, the first cup kinda overflowed and there’s kinda milk all over the microwave…”
And Kurt sighs, because he knew something like this had to have happened, but…
But it’s Finn. So he can’t even stay mad.
“Don’t worry about it,” he leans back farther, utterly content. “I’ll clean it up later.”
And yes, he thinks, even despite the milk mishap this is the perfect ending to a perfect week.
He’s really glad they came.
Notes:
1. Counterpoint is two or three melodies played at the same time that somehow fit together, and since the three boys are all so different but learning to ‘fit’ with each other I thought it worked :)
2. That’s about all I have to say. I hope you all enjoyed, and let me know what you thought :D
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R overall
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt/Blaine
Chapter: 16/?
Word Count: 2721
Spoilers: Let's say everything to be safe :)
Summary/Warnings: Sequel to 'It All Started With A Question,' 'Lucky' and 'Feel This Good'. here They're going to work through this. It may not always be easy, but they've got the whole summer to figure themselves out.
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own these characters, no matter how sad that makes me. I do, however, promise to return them when I'm done with them. :)
Summer Harmony
Counterpoint
“Where’s the week gone?” Blaine groans the next Sunday, fingers idly tracing Kurt’s hip as they share a lounge chair again.
“The week’s gone with too much sun and too much sex and I think I have a permanent farmer’s tan thanks to Finn’s inability to apply suntan lotion correctly,” Kurt sniffs, pushing up his sunglasses, and Blaine chuckles and lays against his shoulder.
“Never too much sex.”
“Mm,” Kurt sighs and Blaine sinks farther against him, heated and comfortable in the sunlight. Truth be told they haven’t fooled around that much, even going into town a couple of days to shop (‘otherwise this trip would be completely wasted,’ Kurt had joked) and spending a lot of time playing Rock Band or watching pre-season football (and oh, Kurt loved that, but he was always outvoted) or swimming or hanging out around the campfire.
It had been fun, really, and Blaine could see that the three of them were rather eerily compatible and if…someday…this whole thing were to work out it would probably work.
Maybe he can convince Kurt that they all need to buy an apartment in New York once senior year’s done. That’d be nice.
But that still leaves… “Rachel.”
“Yes,” Kurt doesn’t seem to find it strange that he’d just blurted her name out randomly, and his fingers idly tap on Blaine’s shoulder as he thinks. “She’s the issue, isn’t she?”
“She and Finn love each other…”
“Perhaps,” Kurt cuts him off, staring down his nose at the other boy (although with the sunglasses on it’s rather hard to tell where Kurt’s looking, exactly). “But if I tell you this you have to promise it will never reach Finn’s ears.”
“Of course,” Blaine moves his arm over Kurt’s stomach, dipping down to rest under the waistband of his swim trunks, and Kurt smiles fondly at him before continuing.
“Right. I’ve spoken at length with Rachel about this…we’re friends, so it’s only natural, and she revealed to me that she still has…feeling for somebody else. She loves Finn, of course she does, but I believe if it came down to a choice between them her response would be obvious,” he sighs and Blaine tries to think, wondering who else Rachel could be in love with. Other than…
“Wait. That guy at the prom?”
“Yes,” Kurt nods in affirmation. “They’re quite clearly two bodies sharing the same soul, but with him being halfway across the country and…well, he’s done some less than charitable things to her, and while I suppose he’s made up for it in his own way, things aren’t exactly sunshine and roses between them.”
“But Rachel loves him.”
“I believe so,” Kurt nods and rests his chin on Blaine’s head. “And I can’t blame her. I know what it’s like to love somebody that’s hurt me, after all.”
Blaine doesn’t answer that even though he knows what Kurt’s referring to, and after a moment he clears his throat and asks, “So, why is she with Finn, then? She’s not…”
“Leading him on? No. As I said, in speaking to her, I know she loves him, but I think part of it is guilt. She tried so hard after she’d cheated on him to get back and he wouldn’t let her, and then to have him suddenly decide to forgive her and, after everything, for her to go, ‘No, that’s okay!’ wouldn’t have looked right or made a lot of sense,” he notes. “Of course, he’d only asked her after Jesse had come back, so…”
“So it makes perfect sense in reality,” Blaine feels a pang of sympathy for Finn because the boy’s really had awful luck when it came to girls. “Kurt?” he asks, needing to know the next part, and Kurt looks at him. “You’d tell me, right? If you fell out of love with me. You wouldn’t lead me on?”
“Not gonna happen, babe,” Kurt kisses his forehead and smiles. “But yes, I promise I’d tell you. Still never going to happen.”
“I know,” Blaine says, because he does know…or, as the summer’s worn on, he’s starting to believe it. “So. I probably have to head back to Chicago tonight because otherwise I’ll need to be on the road by about six tomorrow morning, but you and Finn are welcome to stay if you’d like. My parents’ flight isn’t until Tuesday so there’s no chance of them walking in on you,” he adds and Kurt laughs.
“I wish you could stay the night, but I understand if you need to go,” he says. “I promise we’ll clean everything up tomorrow before we leave.”
“I trust you. Finn, not so much, but definitely you,” Blaine teases, reaching up to kiss him softly. “Mm, this has been nice though, hasn’t it?”
“Yes. Extremely. Thank you for planning it,” Kurt kisses him a little deeper after he’s done speaking.
“I think…” Blaine pauses. “I think you and Finn need to…tonight…”
“Maybe,” Kurt sighs and leans back, adjusting his sunglasses again. “Truth be told, I’m a little concerned at how vehemently you’re trying to get us to spend time together. He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Seriously, Kurt, he and I have done more than he and you have, and that’s a little odd to me,” Blaine has to tell him and Kurt shakes his head.
“That’s not what counts. Finn and I know where we stand and it’s not important for us to explore that sexually. You and he are getting to know each other and, since fooling around is where this entire thing started, that’s what you’re continuing with. And you and I are in a relationship and so it’s entirely normal. He and I just…don’t need that,” he explains, fingers running through Blaine’s hair, and Blaine doesn’t believe him for a second.
“Lube’s in the drawer, the sex toys are in the closet. Have fun,” he kisses Kurt once more before standing.
“Where are you off to?”
“Pre-season. Browns,” Blaine mimes throwing a football and Kurt’s no-doubt rolling his eyes. “Come if you want. Couch-cuddling.”
“Mm. As exciting as that sounds, I want to get rid of these tan lines,” Kurt leans back in the chair, long body on display, and Blaine watches him with a fond smile before heading into the house.
000
“So, you’re leaving?” Finn’s got an arm wrapped around him, Blaine tucked into his side, and he has to admit that he and Blaine have gotten kinda close over the last week. He still doesn’t feel anything for him the way he feels for Kurt, but the guy’s awesome and they have a lot in common and it’s cool to get to know him outside of just having sex.
“Like I told Kurt, I could go in the morning but I’d have to leave stupidly early and I’d be exhausted before the first show of the day,” he laughs and leans his head on Finn’s chest, smiling at him.
“Is Kurt comin’ in anytime soon?”
“Football? Not likely. I’ve even tried to entice him with the reality of tight pants but that’s not even fazing him,” Blaine shrugs and Finn rubs his arm, nudging him a little.
“Are you talking about me, gentlemen?” Kurt comes down the stairs, dressed down in a T-shirt and his swim trunks and carrying a rather tall glass of lemonade. “I was promised couch-cuddling and if I don’t receive any I might go outside again.”
“Are you threatening us?” Blaine peeks out from around Finn. “I think he’s threatening us.”
“We’re comfy, man,” Finn tells him and Kurt plops on his other side, crossing his legs and flexing his toes while he stares at them. “You smell like coconuts.”
“Suntan lotion. When you apply it properly, you can smell it, unlike what you did…”
“Lay off,” Finn chuckles and pulls Kurt close, sticking his nose into the other boy’s hair and sniffing. “Your hair smells like coconuts, too.”
“Stop smelling me,” Kurt protests weakly, but he turns his face when Finn moves in to kiss him, sighing softly. “How’s your game going?”
“We’re winning,” Blaine supplies and Kurt nods thoughtfully before settling back against the couch, staring vacantly at the screen. Blaine reaches across Finn’s lap and grabs the other boy’s hand as Kurt smiles at him, their hands twined loosely for the rest of the game.
000
“You know, in a way I’m glad the summer’s almost over,” Kurt notes that evening, freshly showered as he paces the guest room. “Not that I don’t enjoy the time off, but being able to see Blaine more than once every couple of weeks will be a good thing.”
“Yeah. Totally,” Finn nods quickly and Kurt gives him a sideways glance.
“I meant for me. You realize that, even though all of the Glee Club knows, you’re going to have to keep this a secret?” he raises an eyebrow and Finn shrugs.
“I just thought…”
“No,” Kurt glares at him and Finn goes silent. “You’re dating Rachel, remember? Plus with our luck, somebody unsavoury will see the interaction and, let’s face it, I still get enough harassment and you’ve always been the…excuse the term…butt of many jokes about your sexuality. We don’t need to give them more ammunition.”
“But…”
“No,” Kurt says firmly, needing to get this across. He wants his senior year to be virtually harassment free, and hopefully with the Bully Whips around he could at least have a chance for that. If Finn started being overly affectionate at school, there was no way anything good could come of it.
“Okay,” Finn looks dejected and Kurt sighs and slips off his bathrobe, crossing the room in an instant and smiling when Finn’s arms instinctively come up to hold him.
“It’s not because I don’t love you or I’m ashamed of you. You know I’m not,” Kurt promises, and Finn nods after a moment. “I love you, Finn. But the world…isn’t ready for us. Especially not ‘us and Blaine.’ Polygamy is a touchy subject and even though I think the three of us could work what seems realistic to us as teenagers may not in a few years, so let’s not get in too deep.”
“You’re right,” Finn takes Kurt’s hand and slides it around his body.
“What are you…”
“Remember when Blaine…did that thing to me?”
“You’re very vague but I think I do,” Kurt nods, his heart beating a little faster. “Are you saying?”
“I’m ready,” Finn nods. “I just…to end the week? Yeah. If you want.”
“Yes,” Kurt’s voice is breathless and he kisses Finn quickly before stepping back. “I want.”
“Good.”
000
Which is how Finn ends up tied naked to the bed, aroused and watching Kurt through lust-fogged eyes as he wets his fingers with the lube and leans over the taller boy, kissing him playfully while using his non-slicked hand to pull Finn’s knee up.
“You’re sure?”
“Dude, it’s not like I haven’t done this,” Finn shifts a little, spreading his legs, and Kurt kisses him again before sliding the tip of one finger in, feeling Finn relax under him. “Still feels weird, though.”
“That probably won’t change,” Kurt laughs and keeps kissing him, Finn’s mouth warm and soft and making him heady, and it’s beautiful. “Can you take another?”
“Blaine didn’t…”
“Can you?” Kurt presses, kissing him again, and Finn nods.
“Yeah. Yeah, I think…”
“Good,” Kurt slips another finger in, searching with both until he finds the other boy’s prostate and pressing against it, and it’s amazing how Finn comes undone, thrashing against the ropes as his body bucks up and Kurt laughs. It’s his first time doing this, being in control like this, and he rather likes it.
He’d thought he’d find it a little crude…after all, it can’t be entirely hygienic which is why he’d made Finn shower first, but at the same time it’s…amazing, having that control, and he strokes the other boy’s prostate lazily as Finn pants and arches.
“No,” Kurt can tell when Finn’s close and he wants to make this last, so he wraps a hand around the base of the other boy’s cock and Finn whines at him, pleading with his eyes as Kurt keeps his fingers moving, eventually just applying a little bit of pressure and Finn’s entire body is shaking.
“Please, Kurt…please…” he all but whimpers, and Kurt feels a little cruel but he knows Finn can take it.
“Ask me for it,” he says, licking the shell of Finn’s ear and whispering directly into it. “Ask me and I’ll let you.”
“God, Kurt, please…let me come, I can’t…I’m…” he shakes his head, incapable of more words, and Kurt kisses him, presses against his prostate, and releases Finn cock at the same time and he comes with a yell into Kurt’s mouth, still shaking like a leaf as Kurt strokes him through it, pulling his fingers out once Finn’s laying there panting, eyes wide and looking wrecked. “Oh, my God,” he breathes as Kurt smiles at him.
“Was that…”
“Wow,” Finn laughs, ducking his head as much as he can. “That was…yeah. Awesome.”
“Good,” Kurt’s relieved although watching Finn come apart like that has him achingly hard, and he quickly unties Finn’s wrists and yelps as Finn rolls them over and strokes him, so close that a few is all it takes and he orgasms with a sigh of pleasure, clutching at Finn as he closes his eyes and lets the feeling wash over him.
He lies there boneless for a while, drifting and idly stroking Finn’s shoulders, and Finn eventually pushes himself upright and staggers to the washroom, Kurt hearing the shower start after a moment and realizing that yes, Finn probably wants to rid himself of some of the lube. He knows firsthand how awkward it can feel after the fact.
When he comes to himself again he can hear the tub running and wonders why, when Finn’s just taken a shower, but when the taller boy comes out and gently scoops him up, he has a pretty good idea.
“Seemed a shame to spend a week here and not take advantage of the tub,” he murmurs, setting Kurt in the pleasantly hot water. “Be right back.”
Kurt leans back in the tub, slipping down in the water and wondering what Finn could be up to and whether he needs to be worried about the house blowing up while he’s doing it, but a few moments later Finn pads back into the bathroom, setting two cups by the side of the tub and reaching to turn on the fireplace before sliding in behind Kurt.
“Here,” he passes a cup over and Kurt takes it, smiling a little.
“Warm milk.”
“Yup,” Finn sighs and spreads his legs, pulling Kurt to rest between them.
“You’re quite the romantic, Finnegan Hudson,” Kurt let his head rest back on Finn’s shoulder, holding the mug tightly.
“I try, dude,” Finn laughs and wraps one arm around his stomach as they sit quietly for a while, sipping at the milk. “Kurt?”
“Yes?”
“I want you to know that I love you. And maybe it’s not, like, love-love, but I love you. You’re just…yeah,” he pauses, choking a little, and Kurt feels a little teary himself.
“I know, Finn. I’ve known for a while. And you know I love you.”
“Yeah,” Finn kisses him, mouth even hotter and a little sweet from the milk, and Kurt sinks back into his arms and thinks that he could easily get used to this.
And part of him is still guilty about not telling Finn the truth about Rachel, but he’s not going to sabotage their relationship and have them hate him for it. They need to figure it out by themselves, and right now all he can do is enjoy what time he has with Finn.
“Dude?” Finn says and Kurt glances back at him.
“Yes?”
“Um, the first cup kinda overflowed and there’s kinda milk all over the microwave…”
And Kurt sighs, because he knew something like this had to have happened, but…
But it’s Finn. So he can’t even stay mad.
“Don’t worry about it,” he leans back farther, utterly content. “I’ll clean it up later.”
And yes, he thinks, even despite the milk mishap this is the perfect ending to a perfect week.
He’s really glad they came.
Notes:
1. Counterpoint is two or three melodies played at the same time that somehow fit together, and since the three boys are all so different but learning to ‘fit’ with each other I thought it worked :)
2. That’s about all I have to say. I hope you all enjoyed, and let me know what you thought :D