Glee-Fic: Warm Milk (Finn/Kurt/Sam)
Title: Warm Milk
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt/Sam
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 2535
Spoilers: Everything so far.
Summary: Sam had thought when Finn and Kurt had invited him up to Kurt’s room to share some warm milk with them, they’d meant actual warm milk. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Inspired by this picture: here
Warm Milk
“So, if you wanna join us, meet us in Kurt’s room in like twenty minutes, okay?” Finn claps him on the shoulder and waves jauntily before leaving, Sam blinking curiously after him because no, somebody asking him to join them for ‘warm milk’ was certainly not something that happened every day.
Still, he’s missed the other guys and it’d be nice to catch up, even though he’s not the biggest fan of warm milk on principle, so at the twenty minute mark he leaves the guest room and heads up the stairs, the house dark and quiet (Burt and Carole are out for the evening).
Pushing open the door of Kurt’s bedroom he’s met by a significant amount of skin and a significant lack of anything resembling mugs of steaming liquid, and he clues in about five seconds too late that yeah, warm milk was a euphemism and yeah, it was a euphemism for sex.
“Hey! Didn’t think you’d come,” Finn straightens up, shirtless and yeah, Sam thinks absently, he’s not super-ripped or anything (and truth be told he already knew that, after seeing him in the locker room last year) but he’s got nothing to be ashamed of and his skin is whiskey-gold in the candlelight…hang on, candlelight?
“From the look on your face you were expecting beverages and conversations?” Kurt looks smug, hair slightly damp and wearing a robe that isn’t completely closed, his chest visible about halfway down to his navel as he leans back against the headboard and sighs. “You can leave if you wish. Finn has strange whims at times and admittedly ever since he saw you at that strip club he’s been talking about your body.”
“Kurt had a crush on you last year,” Finn counters with a glare and it’s so casual, so…brotherly that Sam almost expects Kurt to stick his tongue out at the other boy but of course this is Kurt and he’d never resort to that level of childishness.
Still…
Sam swallows, trying to figure out why he hasn’t run away screaming yet. Yeah, he’d kinda guessed that Kurt had liked him at some point and honestly sexuality didn’t bother him in the least because he’d never thought about it that hard. He’d always liked girls, yeah, but looking at Kurt and Finn he could…see how somebody might want to…
But there’s still one thing bothering him and he clears his throat and asks, in a slightly raspy voice, “But you two, um…you’re both in relationships, right? How does this…”
“Technically we started this…about a year ago,” Kurt says quietly, biting his bottom lip and rubbing his hands against each other. “It was around Christmas…honestly it did start out as us sharing warm milk and talking but at some point we needed to clear the air between us and ever since…it doesn’t happen every night, most of the time we just talk, but sometimes we both feel a need to do more and that’s how it happened,” he explains, playing with a thread on his bathrobe.
“And since technically we were doing this way before Kurt and Blaine started dating and before I got back together with Rachel, we’re kinda the original relationship here,” Finn grins and Sam can’t help but return the smile.
It’s messed up, yes, but then he’s almost missed the insanity that New Directions seems to offer on a daily basis. And really, it’s a chance to get out some repressed sexual tension (after all, not much time to spend alone in a motel, and even in the new house he’s constantly interrupted by his brother and sister so he hasn’t had much, ah, time to himself for a while now), no strings attached, with two people he can freely admit are more than attractive.
So, yeah. Why not?
“Okay,” he nods and Kurt’s eyes light up, Finn sputtering a little and coughing.
“O-okay? Just like that? You don’t even know what we do, man!” Finn protests, waving his arms in a rather comical way as Kurt smiles at him.
“Don’t worry. We’ve never…had actual sex, if that’s what’s concerning you,” Kurt promises and Sam notes that Finn looks almost saddened by that fact.
Huh.
“Yeah, dude, it’s just fooling around. But c’mon, you’re wearing too much,” Finn’s suddenly in front of him, tugging at his shirt and Sam raises his arms and lets the other boy slide it off, mussing his hair in the process and then there are lips on his own and oh, okay, he’d expected, like, mutual jerking off or something but…
His arms wrap around Finn’s neck before he can realize he’s doing it, opening his mouth a little as Finn chuckles and spreads his hands over Sam’s back, chests pressed together as he hears a tiny, half-laugh-half-sigh from the bed and Kurt’s staring at them with dark eyes, legs spread and the robe dangling almost obscenely between his thighs because yeah, there’s no way he’s wearing anything under that.
“Sorry. I’m kinda stealing you,” Finn’s voice is low in his ear, rough, hot breath washing over his cheek and Sam turns into another kiss, not minding in the least. Finn’s hands slide down to hook under the waistband of his pajama pants, pushing down and Sam swallows heavily, not wanting this and yet wanting it at the same time and his indecision gives Finn enough time to slide the pants down, Sam stepping out obediently and pulling back at the feel of two sets of eyes on him.
“Well. You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about,” Kurt’s voice is far deeper than Sam’s ever heard it, rough and seductive and he’s never really seen Kurt as sexual before but he’s quickly changing his mind about that. Kurt’s one hand is dipping teasingly between his legs over the robe, the fabric stretching in a way that’s drawing Sam’s attention and he almost forgets about Finn until light fingers dance over his cock, the touch far more gentle than Sam would normally attribute to Finn and not nearly enough.
“Warm milk,” Finn whispers in his ear and Sam’s never really been with anybody that could hold him up but he’s boneless, trusting Finn to keep him steady as he pants and clutches at Finn’s shoulders. “You know what we meant now, right?”
“What Finn’s trying to do…rather vaguely, I might add…is offer you a blowjob. If you’re interested,” Kurt’s chest is starting to flush red, eyes dark and his hips shift unintentionally as he tips his head back, exposing his neck and all Sam really wants to do is take advantage of that position.
“Um,” Sam replies eloquently, blinking a bit. “Yeah. I’d…if you’re cool with it, yeah…”
“Cool,” Finn kisses him again before shoving him toward the bed, shucking his own pants in the process and Sam had never really had any doubts about Finn’s…attributes but he can see that he’s been right all along. “But really, I think Kurt’s going crazy over there.”
“You’re monopolizing him,” Kurt grumbles and Sam can’t quite figure out how he can be so articulate when he’s so obviously turned on, but it’s Kurt so it works somehow.
He clambers onto the bed and Kurt slides down, pulling Sam on top of him and arching to meet his lips, his mouth softer and sweeter than Finn’s but he knows how to use his tongue and Sam runs a hand down Kurt’s bare leg, the other teen shuddering at the light touch. Kurt’s hands are buried in his hair, kissing him feverishly and rubbing his leg against Sam’s until Finn clears his throat and they both turn to look.
“Um, dudes, as hot as that it, I can’t really give him a blowjob if he’s, like, not face-up,” Finn shrugs, and Sam sees the fondness in his eyes as he looks at Kurt and he moves away and flops beside him, Finn moving toward the bed and bending to give Kurt a quick, familiar kiss although Sam can see Kurt’s fists clench in the bedcovers like he wants nothing more than to pull Finn on top of him and make out for a good long while. “Later,” Finn promises, kissing Kurt’s forehead before shifting over and licking a strip down Sam’s chest, teasing kisses until he’s in position and Sam gulps because he’s never had a blowjob.
Quinn would barely touch him, after all, and Santana had always seemed to lose interest when they got past making out (now that he thinks about it, it makes a lot of sense, especially considering her reputation was hardly that of a prude). And Mercedes and him were still in that new-love stage when he got the news his father had been transferred, so…
He stops thinking as Finn’s lips slide over the head of his cock, Kurt turning onto his side and kissing his neck as Finn starts to suck, hollowing his cheeks and stroking the base of Sam’s cock with his hand in time with his mouth and oh, God, Sam loves blowjobs.
It’s pretty much a fact.
Kurt smiles against his skin, one hand running lazily up and down his chest before he rubs his thumb over one of Sam’s nipples, Sam moaning because that’s a lot of sensation to take at once and suddenly Kurt’s mouth is over his again and he’s making these little whimpering noises, body twisted in a way that would probably be uncomfortable for anybody else so that he can drive his hips down into the bed.
“Don’t let him come,” Finn’s voice is a rasp as he pulls off, eyes almost black, and Sam’s not quite sure how to stop him from finishing but he gets a hold of Kurt’s hand and hauls him up farther, one arm clamped around his waist as Kurt whines into his mouth.
“Mean,” he manages to say before moving on to Sam’s neck, and some of that is probably going to mark but it doesn’t matter so much, after all.
Not like he’s got a girlfriend or anything.
“Finn…damn,” he laughs as Finn sucks harder and slides his mouth nearly all the way down Sam’s cock, wet and heat and Finn does this thing with his tongue that’s heavenly, Kurt’s mouth sucking at a nipple the same time Finn does and that’s about all he can take, hands fisting in the sheets as he comes with a low groan, the relief almost making him sob as he slumps back against the covers and closes his eyes.
He comes to a few moments later, feeling wrecked and utterly sated, and Kurt’s robe by this point is pretty much a non-issue so he tries to wake up his protesting limbs and rolls over, helping Finn remove it.
“He’s beautiful, huh?” Finn asks, more than a little breathless, and Sam can only nod because ‘beautiful’ is about the only word to describe Kurt.
“Stop it,” Kurt covers his eyes with one hand as Finn laughs and tugs his arm away.
“You are, dude. Totally,” Finn promises before he turns his head to kiss Sam, his mouth bitter and Sam immediately feels guilty.
“Finn, I’m sorry I…I should have asked…”
“Nah, man, ‘s fine,” Finn promises, patting his shoulder. “I wanted you to.”
“O-okay,” Sam takes his word for it and meets Kurt’s eyes, the other boy reclined on the bed and so much skin on display that Sam doesn’t really know where to start or why he feels such a spike of desire shoot through him at the sight.
“No marks,” Kurt reminds him, eyes more than a little wistful and Sam nods in agreement before deciding to dole out some payback, tongue running over a peaked nipple as Kurt moans and clutches at his hair, dragging his head closer.
“He’s really sensitive there,” Finn’s hand is possessively resting on Sam’s lower back and it’s nice, really, this casual intimacy they’ve got going on. “So yeah, keep doing that.”
Kurt jerks under his touch and Sam knows that Finn’s started to stroke him, flicking his wrist from time-to-time and Kurt’s literally coming apart and Hell, if that’s not the hottest thing he’s ever seen he doesn’t know what is.
“Oh God Sam…Finn…” Kurt gasps out, hands roving over Sam’s back and long fingers fluttering against his skin as Sam lightly closes his teeth around the peaked bud, tugging gently as Kurt lets out a moan that’s more melodic than anything and his whole body stiffens, rigid under Sam’s hands except for his hips which pump madly for a few seconds before stilling, Kurt’s entire chest flushed red by now as he sucks air into his lungs in quick, harsh gasps.
“Wow,” Finn murmurs, moving back up to kiss Kurt gently. “So, that was cool?”
“You have got to find a better word than ‘cool,’” Kurt berates him as he laughs, hand resting on Sam’s back again. “And I can’t believe you’ve actually held out for this long.”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t easy,” Finn admits with a shrug of his shoulders. “So if you could help out that’d be…”
Kurt’s hand is around him before he can finish talking, a couple of strokes all it takes before Finn shivers and groans, cum coating Kurt’s hand and splashing onto Sam’s arm before he slumps beside them and lets out a pleased rumble.
Sam looks hesitantly at the cloudy fluid staining his skin, wondering absently about the taste and if people really enjoy it, but Kurt’s sucking his own fingers into his mouth rather happily and Sam’s cock twitches again at the sight, although when he snakes his tongue out to try he thinks it’s definitely going to be an acquired taste.
They end up laying there with Kurt in the middle, trading lazy kisses and Sam’s still questioning why it’s not freaking him out to be naked in bed with two other guys but somehow it works.
“So. Did we freak you out too much?” Finn’s fingers flex on Sam’s hip and Sam shakes his head, because truthfully he’s far more relaxed than he’s been in a long, long time. “Cool. You’d be up for this again?”
“Yeah,” Sam says before he can think too hard on it, and he gets twin smiles in return so he figures they’re all on the same page.
“Hey, Kurt?”
“Mm,” Kurt replies sleepily to Finn’s question, snuggled against his shoulder. “D’you think…maybe…next time Blaine would wanna…I mean…”
“Just because you’ve gone from hating his guts to thinking he’s the Coolest Guy Ever,” Kurt snorts, but he’s smiling. “Sam?”
“Dudes, I think he and I are cool now. And he’s…” Sam swallows, thinking about it for a second before deciding there was nothing to lose. “He’s kinda hot.”
“Dude, you should have seen him when he was boxing. Like, sweaty and panting and…”
“Oh, you do not have a crush on my boyfriend!” Kurt sounds scandalized and Sam has to laugh, but he thinks what they’ve got going here is a pretty good thing, really.
He’s glad he said yes.
And as Finn cups his hip and Kurt lazily presses a kiss to his throat, sleepy and sated, he’s thinking that he could easily get used to this.
Author: AoiTsukikage
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Finn/Kurt/Sam
Chapter: 1/1
Word Count: 2535
Spoilers: Everything so far.
Summary: Sam had thought when Finn and Kurt had invited him up to Kurt’s room to share some warm milk with them, they’d meant actual warm milk. He couldn’t have been more wrong. Inspired by this picture: here
Warm Milk
“So, if you wanna join us, meet us in Kurt’s room in like twenty minutes, okay?” Finn claps him on the shoulder and waves jauntily before leaving, Sam blinking curiously after him because no, somebody asking him to join them for ‘warm milk’ was certainly not something that happened every day.
Still, he’s missed the other guys and it’d be nice to catch up, even though he’s not the biggest fan of warm milk on principle, so at the twenty minute mark he leaves the guest room and heads up the stairs, the house dark and quiet (Burt and Carole are out for the evening).
Pushing open the door of Kurt’s bedroom he’s met by a significant amount of skin and a significant lack of anything resembling mugs of steaming liquid, and he clues in about five seconds too late that yeah, warm milk was a euphemism and yeah, it was a euphemism for sex.
“Hey! Didn’t think you’d come,” Finn straightens up, shirtless and yeah, Sam thinks absently, he’s not super-ripped or anything (and truth be told he already knew that, after seeing him in the locker room last year) but he’s got nothing to be ashamed of and his skin is whiskey-gold in the candlelight…hang on, candlelight?
“From the look on your face you were expecting beverages and conversations?” Kurt looks smug, hair slightly damp and wearing a robe that isn’t completely closed, his chest visible about halfway down to his navel as he leans back against the headboard and sighs. “You can leave if you wish. Finn has strange whims at times and admittedly ever since he saw you at that strip club he’s been talking about your body.”
“Kurt had a crush on you last year,” Finn counters with a glare and it’s so casual, so…brotherly that Sam almost expects Kurt to stick his tongue out at the other boy but of course this is Kurt and he’d never resort to that level of childishness.
Still…
Sam swallows, trying to figure out why he hasn’t run away screaming yet. Yeah, he’d kinda guessed that Kurt had liked him at some point and honestly sexuality didn’t bother him in the least because he’d never thought about it that hard. He’d always liked girls, yeah, but looking at Kurt and Finn he could…see how somebody might want to…
But there’s still one thing bothering him and he clears his throat and asks, in a slightly raspy voice, “But you two, um…you’re both in relationships, right? How does this…”
“Technically we started this…about a year ago,” Kurt says quietly, biting his bottom lip and rubbing his hands against each other. “It was around Christmas…honestly it did start out as us sharing warm milk and talking but at some point we needed to clear the air between us and ever since…it doesn’t happen every night, most of the time we just talk, but sometimes we both feel a need to do more and that’s how it happened,” he explains, playing with a thread on his bathrobe.
“And since technically we were doing this way before Kurt and Blaine started dating and before I got back together with Rachel, we’re kinda the original relationship here,” Finn grins and Sam can’t help but return the smile.
It’s messed up, yes, but then he’s almost missed the insanity that New Directions seems to offer on a daily basis. And really, it’s a chance to get out some repressed sexual tension (after all, not much time to spend alone in a motel, and even in the new house he’s constantly interrupted by his brother and sister so he hasn’t had much, ah, time to himself for a while now), no strings attached, with two people he can freely admit are more than attractive.
So, yeah. Why not?
“Okay,” he nods and Kurt’s eyes light up, Finn sputtering a little and coughing.
“O-okay? Just like that? You don’t even know what we do, man!” Finn protests, waving his arms in a rather comical way as Kurt smiles at him.
“Don’t worry. We’ve never…had actual sex, if that’s what’s concerning you,” Kurt promises and Sam notes that Finn looks almost saddened by that fact.
Huh.
“Yeah, dude, it’s just fooling around. But c’mon, you’re wearing too much,” Finn’s suddenly in front of him, tugging at his shirt and Sam raises his arms and lets the other boy slide it off, mussing his hair in the process and then there are lips on his own and oh, okay, he’d expected, like, mutual jerking off or something but…
His arms wrap around Finn’s neck before he can realize he’s doing it, opening his mouth a little as Finn chuckles and spreads his hands over Sam’s back, chests pressed together as he hears a tiny, half-laugh-half-sigh from the bed and Kurt’s staring at them with dark eyes, legs spread and the robe dangling almost obscenely between his thighs because yeah, there’s no way he’s wearing anything under that.
“Sorry. I’m kinda stealing you,” Finn’s voice is low in his ear, rough, hot breath washing over his cheek and Sam turns into another kiss, not minding in the least. Finn’s hands slide down to hook under the waistband of his pajama pants, pushing down and Sam swallows heavily, not wanting this and yet wanting it at the same time and his indecision gives Finn enough time to slide the pants down, Sam stepping out obediently and pulling back at the feel of two sets of eyes on him.
“Well. You’ve got nothing to be embarrassed about,” Kurt’s voice is far deeper than Sam’s ever heard it, rough and seductive and he’s never really seen Kurt as sexual before but he’s quickly changing his mind about that. Kurt’s one hand is dipping teasingly between his legs over the robe, the fabric stretching in a way that’s drawing Sam’s attention and he almost forgets about Finn until light fingers dance over his cock, the touch far more gentle than Sam would normally attribute to Finn and not nearly enough.
“Warm milk,” Finn whispers in his ear and Sam’s never really been with anybody that could hold him up but he’s boneless, trusting Finn to keep him steady as he pants and clutches at Finn’s shoulders. “You know what we meant now, right?”
“What Finn’s trying to do…rather vaguely, I might add…is offer you a blowjob. If you’re interested,” Kurt’s chest is starting to flush red, eyes dark and his hips shift unintentionally as he tips his head back, exposing his neck and all Sam really wants to do is take advantage of that position.
“Um,” Sam replies eloquently, blinking a bit. “Yeah. I’d…if you’re cool with it, yeah…”
“Cool,” Finn kisses him again before shoving him toward the bed, shucking his own pants in the process and Sam had never really had any doubts about Finn’s…attributes but he can see that he’s been right all along. “But really, I think Kurt’s going crazy over there.”
“You’re monopolizing him,” Kurt grumbles and Sam can’t quite figure out how he can be so articulate when he’s so obviously turned on, but it’s Kurt so it works somehow.
He clambers onto the bed and Kurt slides down, pulling Sam on top of him and arching to meet his lips, his mouth softer and sweeter than Finn’s but he knows how to use his tongue and Sam runs a hand down Kurt’s bare leg, the other teen shuddering at the light touch. Kurt’s hands are buried in his hair, kissing him feverishly and rubbing his leg against Sam’s until Finn clears his throat and they both turn to look.
“Um, dudes, as hot as that it, I can’t really give him a blowjob if he’s, like, not face-up,” Finn shrugs, and Sam sees the fondness in his eyes as he looks at Kurt and he moves away and flops beside him, Finn moving toward the bed and bending to give Kurt a quick, familiar kiss although Sam can see Kurt’s fists clench in the bedcovers like he wants nothing more than to pull Finn on top of him and make out for a good long while. “Later,” Finn promises, kissing Kurt’s forehead before shifting over and licking a strip down Sam’s chest, teasing kisses until he’s in position and Sam gulps because he’s never had a blowjob.
Quinn would barely touch him, after all, and Santana had always seemed to lose interest when they got past making out (now that he thinks about it, it makes a lot of sense, especially considering her reputation was hardly that of a prude). And Mercedes and him were still in that new-love stage when he got the news his father had been transferred, so…
He stops thinking as Finn’s lips slide over the head of his cock, Kurt turning onto his side and kissing his neck as Finn starts to suck, hollowing his cheeks and stroking the base of Sam’s cock with his hand in time with his mouth and oh, God, Sam loves blowjobs.
It’s pretty much a fact.
Kurt smiles against his skin, one hand running lazily up and down his chest before he rubs his thumb over one of Sam’s nipples, Sam moaning because that’s a lot of sensation to take at once and suddenly Kurt’s mouth is over his again and he’s making these little whimpering noises, body twisted in a way that would probably be uncomfortable for anybody else so that he can drive his hips down into the bed.
“Don’t let him come,” Finn’s voice is a rasp as he pulls off, eyes almost black, and Sam’s not quite sure how to stop him from finishing but he gets a hold of Kurt’s hand and hauls him up farther, one arm clamped around his waist as Kurt whines into his mouth.
“Mean,” he manages to say before moving on to Sam’s neck, and some of that is probably going to mark but it doesn’t matter so much, after all.
Not like he’s got a girlfriend or anything.
“Finn…damn,” he laughs as Finn sucks harder and slides his mouth nearly all the way down Sam’s cock, wet and heat and Finn does this thing with his tongue that’s heavenly, Kurt’s mouth sucking at a nipple the same time Finn does and that’s about all he can take, hands fisting in the sheets as he comes with a low groan, the relief almost making him sob as he slumps back against the covers and closes his eyes.
He comes to a few moments later, feeling wrecked and utterly sated, and Kurt’s robe by this point is pretty much a non-issue so he tries to wake up his protesting limbs and rolls over, helping Finn remove it.
“He’s beautiful, huh?” Finn asks, more than a little breathless, and Sam can only nod because ‘beautiful’ is about the only word to describe Kurt.
“Stop it,” Kurt covers his eyes with one hand as Finn laughs and tugs his arm away.
“You are, dude. Totally,” Finn promises before he turns his head to kiss Sam, his mouth bitter and Sam immediately feels guilty.
“Finn, I’m sorry I…I should have asked…”
“Nah, man, ‘s fine,” Finn promises, patting his shoulder. “I wanted you to.”
“O-okay,” Sam takes his word for it and meets Kurt’s eyes, the other boy reclined on the bed and so much skin on display that Sam doesn’t really know where to start or why he feels such a spike of desire shoot through him at the sight.
“No marks,” Kurt reminds him, eyes more than a little wistful and Sam nods in agreement before deciding to dole out some payback, tongue running over a peaked nipple as Kurt moans and clutches at his hair, dragging his head closer.
“He’s really sensitive there,” Finn’s hand is possessively resting on Sam’s lower back and it’s nice, really, this casual intimacy they’ve got going on. “So yeah, keep doing that.”
Kurt jerks under his touch and Sam knows that Finn’s started to stroke him, flicking his wrist from time-to-time and Kurt’s literally coming apart and Hell, if that’s not the hottest thing he’s ever seen he doesn’t know what is.
“Oh God Sam…Finn…” Kurt gasps out, hands roving over Sam’s back and long fingers fluttering against his skin as Sam lightly closes his teeth around the peaked bud, tugging gently as Kurt lets out a moan that’s more melodic than anything and his whole body stiffens, rigid under Sam’s hands except for his hips which pump madly for a few seconds before stilling, Kurt’s entire chest flushed red by now as he sucks air into his lungs in quick, harsh gasps.
“Wow,” Finn murmurs, moving back up to kiss Kurt gently. “So, that was cool?”
“You have got to find a better word than ‘cool,’” Kurt berates him as he laughs, hand resting on Sam’s back again. “And I can’t believe you’ve actually held out for this long.”
“Yeah, well, it wasn’t easy,” Finn admits with a shrug of his shoulders. “So if you could help out that’d be…”
Kurt’s hand is around him before he can finish talking, a couple of strokes all it takes before Finn shivers and groans, cum coating Kurt’s hand and splashing onto Sam’s arm before he slumps beside them and lets out a pleased rumble.
Sam looks hesitantly at the cloudy fluid staining his skin, wondering absently about the taste and if people really enjoy it, but Kurt’s sucking his own fingers into his mouth rather happily and Sam’s cock twitches again at the sight, although when he snakes his tongue out to try he thinks it’s definitely going to be an acquired taste.
They end up laying there with Kurt in the middle, trading lazy kisses and Sam’s still questioning why it’s not freaking him out to be naked in bed with two other guys but somehow it works.
“So. Did we freak you out too much?” Finn’s fingers flex on Sam’s hip and Sam shakes his head, because truthfully he’s far more relaxed than he’s been in a long, long time. “Cool. You’d be up for this again?”
“Yeah,” Sam says before he can think too hard on it, and he gets twin smiles in return so he figures they’re all on the same page.
“Hey, Kurt?”
“Mm,” Kurt replies sleepily to Finn’s question, snuggled against his shoulder. “D’you think…maybe…next time Blaine would wanna…I mean…”
“Just because you’ve gone from hating his guts to thinking he’s the Coolest Guy Ever,” Kurt snorts, but he’s smiling. “Sam?”
“Dudes, I think he and I are cool now. And he’s…” Sam swallows, thinking about it for a second before deciding there was nothing to lose. “He’s kinda hot.”
“Dude, you should have seen him when he was boxing. Like, sweaty and panting and…”
“Oh, you do not have a crush on my boyfriend!” Kurt sounds scandalized and Sam has to laugh, but he thinks what they’ve got going here is a pretty good thing, really.
He’s glad he said yes.
And as Finn cups his hip and Kurt lazily presses a kiss to his throat, sleepy and sated, he’s thinking that he could easily get used to this.