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Who: Finn Hudson and Kurt Hummel
What: What indeed. 8D;
Where: Locker room.
Rating: GONNA HAVE TO SAY NC-17.

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Seeing Finn blush wasn't something that Kurt was used to in the slightest; in fact, he wasn't sure he'd ever seen Finn blush. Not that he didn't understand, exactly, it was kind of an embarrassing revelation on Finn's part (and he was oddly flattered that he'd told him), but it was still something new. It was...really cute.

Kurt felt his lips curl again, and if he could see himself he'd see that it was a particularly impish look. It was good to know that Finn was getting turned on too, even with his little problem...so he was more confident when he moved again, sliding from Finn's lap to kneel on the floor, hands moving down his torso again to reach his undone pants. "We can fix that," he said, playfully glancing back up to him. If Finn was warning him now, Kurt probably didn't have too much time to play around, as it were...so with one hand he slipped one of the hair elastics from the bottle of lotion on the bench, and with the other he slipped inside Finn's underwear.

...oh. Kurt's face also reddened at this point, fingers traversing Finn's erection--ah, no time to get distracted. Swallowing a breath of air that he'd forgotten to take in that moment, he wrapped his hand around the base and pushed his thumb in against it just-so, pressure in just the right spot that would keep Finn's 'problem' from, well...being a problem. He'd let the other boy get used to this for a second before using the elastic, though.

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(THIS TEXT BOX. SO WIDE.)

Ah, ah... Kurt's fingers were initially cold, and quickly seemed nearly too hot to stand. The light touch lasted only a few seconds before becoming something decidedly different. Then... yeah. Finn's mind pulled back from the blank it had been hurtling towards. The anticipation wasn't gone, just bizarrely held back.

"Hey, what? What did you do? You can do that?" The words escaped through panting breaths. The heat of that hand was still there, against his erection and it was a feeling he wasn't completely familiar with, "That... that's awesome."

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Kurt looked up again, hoping he'd done it right--after all, it wasn't like he had a lot of practice at this. The look on Finn's face was almost unfairly attractive, flushed and on the edge, and he bit his lip a bit, fighting off the urge to finish the other boy off just to see the ecstasy there.

--But it was attractive, too, to watch Finn come back to reality, panting heavily--so he'd gotten it right after all, that was good. Kurt couldn't help but laugh at Finn's reaction to this new knowledge (while 'awesome' wasn't the word that he would have used, he supposed it functioned well enough), and he slipped the elastic over the head of his cock and slid it down into place to take the place of his thumb. Makeshift, but, you worked with what you were given. "And now it's not a problem."

Kurt's hands were moving again, tugging Finn's jeans from his hips, perhaps a little impatient now. There was too much to do, to touch, to want, and though he didn't necessarily want to rush it he wanted more, and he wasn't bothering to hide that fact. (Maybe with his 'problem' taken care of, Finn wouldn't be quite as nervous himself~)

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The elastic snapped lightly, and it stung. Kurt's eagerness distracted from that moment of pain, though. Somewhere, Finn's pants had disappeared. His sense of "time" and "space" were a little thrown off, and all he was really fully aware of was that he was now as naked as Kurt was, and they were both on the floor. The concrete was cold, and strangely slick.

He fumbled for the lotion bottle, and felt the poured-over warmth of a blush come over him again. "So, ah, can we just go over this one more time? Just to, like, make sure?"

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Under normal circumstances, Kurt would have been a lot more fussy about being on the floor of the locker room (and after he'd just had a shower-!), but the fact that he was there with Finn somehow made him not care so much. Especially since his mind was currently a little busy with the sight that the now-naked quarterback provided; Kurt's eyes were wide and dark, rather blatantly staring for a moment--he was sure he'd never seen anything so enticing in his life, and that (rather neglected) ache became all the worse for it.

Finn's fumble made Kurt blush again as well--hadn't he made it clear enough the past two times?--and he crawled close with an unconscious lick at his flushed mouth, hands reaching to touch the other boy's skin again, clasping around the back of his neck.

"Your fingers," he repeated, voice a little quiet, and he swallowed hard; god, his face felt so hot, his whole body felt like it was burning, and his voice dropped a little more yet, "Just touch me." Seemed Kurt was a little beyond his pride to make a plea like that, but truth be told, he was getting a little desperate.

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The embarrassment had not faded, but the momentum of the moment and the perfect little notes of desperation in Kurt's voice made it impossible for Finn to resist the smaller boy's pleading. The reflex took over again, pressing Kurt to the floor and exploring that soft skin again.

He was sure there were words he could say, but the formation of any of them was impossible. Besides he was busy, feeling and tasting. There was a lot of energy taken up by wanting, and combined with the extra effort it was taking to remember to breathe every once in a while, Finn decided it was probably best not to bother Kurt with too many more words.

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Which was probably for the best. Kurt probably wouldn't have been able to come up with too many more words himself, especially once he was pressed back with Finn over him, on him, fingers and lips against his skin and oh god it felt better than he could have imagined. The cold of the floor made his back arch sharply--the warmth of Finn's body was much more appealing to the senses after all--but the way his head fell back and his letting out of a high-pitched sigh made it apparent that it wasn't quite so voluntary.

His fingers moved blindly, first on Finn's broad shoulders then moving up into his hair, clinging lightly. Every touch seemed to awaken nerves that Kurt wasn't even aware that he'd had, and he occasionally shivered, trying his best not to writhe. It almost tickled, but it was more electric than that, and his pink lips parted as though to say something (though likely not much more than an urging sigh of the other boy's name) but all that came out was another small sound somewhere between a squeak and a moan.

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The sensation of Kurt's body tensing, pressing against Finn's, the clutching of fingers, feelings that left lingering thrills down Finn's skin. The experience was completely different from anything Finn had ever done. Kurt's body was a new experience. The small sounds he made each triggered an echoed response in Finn.

He lined Kurt's neck in rough kisses, admiring the way the fresh-showered soap smells were fading behind salt-sweet sweat. It was like Kurt was breaking apart beneath him, so many layers pf what seemed to be him were fallen, and falling. Thinking about it for a moment, though, it was the same for Finn. His nervousness that usually resisted Kurt's advances, for one. That part of him was definitely gone.

"Kurt? I gotta tell you something." He was exactly sure why his mouth was working again, "You're really awesome." It seemed like the thing to say, though.

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Staying quiet was becoming more and more of a chore. Finn's lips roughly against the skin of Kurt's neck made the smaller boy gasp and quiver as though little bolts of electricity were jolting down his spine; he wouldn't have imagined his neck to be so sensitive, but the heat of Finn's breath nearly burned, deliciously, and Kurt's fingers tightened slightly around a gentle fistful of the other's hair with a half-strangled-back whimper.

It was quite like he was falling apart in Finn's arms, and quite willing to do so, his usual (somewhat snarky, quick-witted) disposition melting away in the small beads of sweat that trailed his skin as he swallowed for air--everything outside of the moment, everything that wasn't breath and warmth and aching disappeared. He was enveloped, and anything even vaguely resembling a coherent thought had long since fluttered away in his panting breaths--pushed further away by Finn's echoed sounds, which were driving Kurt crazy.

Though Finn's words, vibrating low against his skin, made a grin break out on Kurt's face and he laughed a little disjointedly. "You're...pretty awesome yourself," Kurt returned breathlessly, using the word half in jest (that really was more in Finn's lexicon than his own).

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Finn laughed, quietly, and the effort was lost in the increased effort of breathing. Kurt's words felt... warm. He squeezed his eyes shut to let the emotion sink in. Combined with the physical sensations (still completely new but becoming familiar and more familiar and they were wonderful) the feeling was wonderful.

Finn slid his hands down Kurt's body, following the contours of hip bones, brushing his fingers against Kurt's cock. It was a nervous motion, there was still doubt in his actions. The nervousness vocalized itself, a strange noise moving with his breath. The tension lowered, releasing with the sound. His hand moved again, a more confident , but shy, stroke against the smooth skin.

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Kurt tried to hold Finn's gaze, he really did. The taller boy's smile (and his laugh, that wonderful, soft and breathless laugh) was beautiful, and he wanted to burn it into his memory, so that no matter what happened from this point out, he could have that smile--it was Kurt's to own right then, and he would never forget the moment.

But it became difficult once Finn's hands started moving again. Kurt's eyes fluttered shut with a soft breath escaping his lips as slightly calloused fingers slid over his hips, over sensitive skin, lower, lower, and he was doing everything in his power to not arch himself to Finn's touch, to not demand. Certainly there was the thought, to take over, to grab Finn's hands and move them where they needed to go and now, but rushing things was pointless when he was moving--however (teasingly, uncertainly) slowly--with that anxious, unsure sound lingering in the other's throat.

Kurt's eyes slitted open, flushed lips parting, nearly panting out some go-ahead, something that might ease Finn's shyness just enough...

"A-ah!" Fortunately, that wasn't necessary. The smaller boy's head fell back with his soft cry, completely unable to keep himself from bucking slightly towards that insecure touch. His cock twitched in Finn's hand and he bit his lip, eyes squeezed shut, not wanting to make some too-loud sound that would bring someone running (and vaguely--very, very vaguely--Kurt was slightly aware of his surroundings again) but oh god it was driving him insane, his body screamed for more.

Finn was a step ahead of him--just as Kurt was about to whisper some plea, the other's hand moved again and he tensed, pleasure surging up his spine as he bit back another cry into a whimper. Too little, too much, his mind was swimming and he drowned willingly, legs twitching up to press lightly against Finn's hips. "Please, Finn," he heard his breath release in a quiet sort of begging, and his cheeks darkened again. That Finn had enough sway over him to reduce him to this...how embarrassing.

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Finn grunted a reply. Kurt's words encouraged him, pushing his actions forward, but the nervousness remained: Kurt was so little and had always seemed fragile in Finn's mind. He couldn't even imagine hurting him now. Ah, but Kurt. Those eyes that were looking right at him completely dead-serious and amazing.

It's not he wouldn't let him know if he was doing it wrong, right? It wasn't that much different from masturbating, you know? It was just... gay-er. His own aches kept growing, punctuating the differences in pulsing waves of desire.

Finn moved his free hand forward, and grabbed Kurt's hand and clutching it, hard. He pushed himself up slightly, adjusting the angle and giving a strengthened resolve to his actions. He passed his thumb over the head of Kurt's penis, and squeezed his hand in echo to the action. "It's good, right?"

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Kurt's fingers laced with Finn's, returning the clutch of hands as strongly as he was able, and somewhere in the midst of the fairly unadulterated lust that had taken over his body (and his brain, his breath), his heart fluttered sweetly at the strangely affectionate motion. The feeling of their palms together, fingers tightened into each other's hands, was so wonderful that Kurt's dark eyes softened a little--love that he usually kept under much better wraps than this tinting around the edges of his desire.

Not that he was really able to dwell on the thought for very long. The attention of Finn's hand to Kurt's erection sent another wave of fire through his body; the way that the larger boy had readjusted himself allowed for more room between them, and in the space Kurt's back arched sharply as he gasped, giving another helpless little thrust into Finn's hand.

"G-good," he echoed breathlessly as an answer, ability to form coherent sentences long since having abandoned him--but words weren't really all that necessary, Kurt's body was answering enough for him. He was shivering slightly, blushed brightly, fingers clutched tightly into Finn's hand, breath heavy and punctuated by the occasional high-pitched little moan--and if these weren't enough, there was the fact that with a bit of a deeper shiver, a couple of drops of precum oozed from the tip of his cock.

Kurt was fairly certain he'd never been this turned on in his life.

"R-really...good."

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Finn took a deep breath. He was beginning to have trouble remembering to do that: all his effort went into taking in everything about Kurt. Taking in everything of Kurt and maintaining a slim connection to to reality only through the twining of slender fingers with his own. His disconnected self could only watch the proceedings.

He ran his hand down the length of Kurt's cock, the first bit of pre-cum adding a new element of slickness and pushing Finn's rhythm towards a quicker pace. I should probably kiss him or something? There had to be some appropriate action to take, something beyond staring at Kurt's lips, and his eyes (but he loved the way they were almost always closed now, it made the glimpses of color seem brighter.) It was pretty hard to think about what those things were, though. He was pretty happy with how things were going already.

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The more steady pace of Finn's hand made the smaller boy's body tense with pleasure, breath catching on a gasp and releasing in a cry that was much less restrained, suddenly pushed far beyond the point of caring if anyone else heard him. (He must do this fairly often, Kurt thought deliriously for a moment, he was too good at this to not have plenty of practice on himself.)

It was deliciously intense, so much more so than when he'd done this to himself, so much more so because it was Finn; Finn's long fingers wrapped around his erection, squeezing just right and brushing against the ridiculously sensitive head (which made Kurt shiver and jerk, gasp and whine), Finn's wonderful brown eyes looking down at him, watching him. A fleeting, somewhat mischievous feeling that he hoped he was making a good show for the taller boy passed through his mind, but like every other coherent thought, it was obliterated by the pulsing of desire that had taken his body.

It was either out of a greedy want of more or out of a want for Finn to be a part of this bliss as well (and more likely, it was a combination of the two), but at another long glance to his lips, Kurt suddenly brought up his free hand and cupped it around the back of Finn's neck and yanked him down, leaning himself up to make up the difference as he locked their mouths hotly together. There was absolutely no hesitation in the action this time, Kurt's tongue probing and swirling, tiny (and some not-so-tiny) sounds echoing in the other's mouth.

The hand at Finn's neck slid down his shoulderblades, palm flat for a moment before his fingers tightened, delicately-shaped nails scraping lightly at his skin. At the same moment Kurt pulled back from the lustful kiss, just enough so he could lick his own lips, then Finn's, and whisper in the splinter of air between them, "Fuck me, Finn." No real sense in being reserved at this point, hm?

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Finn hesitated, the words connecting slowly on the tail end of the shiver Kurt's scratching nails sent through all of him. The request melded briefly in his mind with the vague hand gestures from before. Oh. Oh god. The nervousness grew as he detached from Kurt and reached awkwardly for the discarded bottle of lotion. Why wouldn't his hands stop shaking?

"You're sure, right? I mean," operating a bottle you can barely keep a hold on was hard, "You're sure I won't hurt you or anything?"