Fic (Complete): Summer 2010 - Glee, Kurt/Finn - 2/4
Summer 2010, Part 2:
“Hey, Finn.”
“Hey. Do you know what they have down at the bowling alley?”
“Besides shoes I wouldn’t wear even if they were designed by Jimmy Choo and had five-inch heels?”
“Uh. Yeah. Besides that. There’s a whole room full of pool tables. We should go tomorrow.”
“To a pool hall at a bowling alley? Ooh, we *are* scaling new heights of trashiness--sounds fantastic. There’s only one problem.”
Finn hesitated. “Do you have plans?”
“To take over the world, as soon as possible. But until then, you should know that before Dad let me move in downstairs, that was his pool room. I’m not unfamiliar with the game.”
“Is that a challenge?”
“Not really a challenge--more like an advisory of your impending heinous and crushing defeat. I’ll pick you up at eleven. Now if there’s nothing else, I desperately need to use the intervening hours to strategize my look.”
“I have this red shower curtain you could borrow, if you want--”
“That outfit was so magnificent on you, it can never be worn by anybody else. You were definitive.”
“Also sweaty. See you at eleven.”
***
Kurt apparently meant that whole ‘strategizing his look’ thing. He was wearing black skinny jeans, black hightop Chucks, a Runaways t-shirt with the sleeves torn off, a studded leather belt, fingerless gloves, and guyliner. He’d also spiked his hair straight up. He looked kind of like the bastard love-child of Joan Jett and Adam Lambert.
“Is it too much?” Kurt asked. “Poor Dad nearly had an aneurysm trying not to say anything. I had something different in mind, but then I went to see Tina to ask if I could borrow a belt--and she basically treated me like her very own Punk Barbie for the next hour. Which was, you know, so fun. But now I’m not sure.”
“Punk Ken,” Finn said.
“Huh?”
“Punk Ken--you don’t look like Punk Barbie. I know these things.”
Kurt’s eyes narrowed. “Your childhood was way more interesting than anyone suspects, wasn’t it?”
“I didn’t find out until later that she was seeing Punk Skipper behind my back.”
“What a remarkably disturbing turn this conversation has taken,” Kurt said brightly.
“You started it.”
***
At the bowling alley, Kurt insisted on paying for the pool table rental. “Really, it’s the very least I can do considering that I’m about to reduce you to a weeping mass grasping for the tattered shreds of what used to be your dignity. I’ll be right back.”
Finn was sighting down various pool cues, rolling each across the table to find out which ones were warped (basically, all of them), when a familiar voice made the hair on the back of his neck prickle.
“Oh my God, if it isn’t Hard-on. I’ll be damned. Is there a choirboy pool tournament nobody told me about?” Finn turned around, and was dismayed when he actually had to look *up* to meet Danny Fletcher’s eyes.
Danny Fletcher had been the worst bully in school all the way through the eighth grade. His Mom and Finn’s Mom had been friends way back when they were like five or something, and neither of them had ever understood why their sons weren’t closer. Finn could have filled them in on that, but that would have involved tattling, which was a total dick move. So he suffered in silence, but when Danny was signed up for Lima Vo-Tech instead of McKinley, Finn had heaved a gigantic sigh of relief and stopped hiding his milk money in his shoe.
Apparently they fed the students really well at LVT, because Danny was even taller than Finn, and looked like he could probably grow a full beard if he just spent thirty seconds thinking hard about how manly he was. Engineer boots, jeans, a black t-shirt tight enough to show off even more muscles than Puck had--and of course the shaggy black hair and blue eyes that had always made all the girls seem to think Danny was just tragically misunderstood, rather than a budding sociopath. He actually looked a lot like Jake Gyllenhaal, if Jake Gyllenhaal had been left out in the rain for a week. While in prison.
“Danny,” Finn said, and hung on to the pool cue he’d been checking. Just in case. “Look, I don’t want any trouble--“
Danny grinned at him, and Finn thought of wolves, sharks, the thing in his closet that he’d stopped believing in ten years ago that used to make him sneak into bed with his Mom. “Of course you don’t want any trouble--you’re no fun. You never were.”
“Yeah, well. I’ve seen your idea of fun. It’s not my thing.”
Danny actually laughed. “Oh, that’s a *classic* Hard-on line. Nice to know some things never change.” He shook his head. “And here you are. Do you know how many times I had to listen to my Mom go on and on about you? ‘That Finn Hudson, he doesn’t cut school--or steal cigarettes--or boost cars--or break his Mother’s heart!’ Seriously. If she’d thought she could get away with it, she would’ve gotten your Mom drunk and talked her into swapping kids.”
Finn hesitated. He’d never known that. “Oh. I guess… is that why you picked on me so much?”
Danny tossed his head to clear his hair out of his eyes, still smiling. “I’m sure that was part of it. But mostly it was the look on your face.”
Finn heard the pool cue in his hands creak. “Yeah, well, whatever. See you around, Fletcher. I’m out of--“
“Oh my God, Finn--is there *anywhere* in this town where you don’t know everybody?”
Finn’s stomach dropped like a rock.
In the back of his head, he heard the opening bars of ‘Kung-Fu Fighting’. He thought about grabbing Kurt’s arm and making a run for it, but it was too late--Kurt was already right there, in full view of Danny Fletcher, smiling pleasantly the way you do when you meet someone without knowing that they were the kind of person who might decide to wear your intestines as a hat. Finn lifted his chin and put his shoulders back, and braced himself for whatever was about to go down.
What he hadn’t really prepared himself for, though, was for Danny and Kurt to just stand there, staring at each other. Without talking. For what seemed like a really long time. The seconds spooled out while he looked from Danny, to Kurt, back to Danny, back to Kurt--and all of a sudden Kung Fu Fighting faded right out of his head, abruptly replaced by Air Supply. Lost In Love.
“Dude,” Finn said, because, dude. Danny’s eyes snapped over to him. “He’s a dude,” Finn said finally, tentatively--because really, Danny Fletcher had never been the brightest bulb on the tree, and--
“Duh, Hudson,” Danny said, raising one eyebrow at him before turning back to Kurt. “Danny Fletcher,” he said smoothly, holding out his hand and smiling his big, terrifying smile. “Also a dude.”
“I’ll say,” Kurt said, sounding kind of breathless as he reached out to take Danny’s hand. “I mean, um. Kurt Hummel. Hi. Hey. Hi.”
A few seconds passed in which Finn had the profound impression he was entirely alone in the room.
“So tell me, Kurt,” Danny drawled, and how the hell did he make Kurt’s name sound so *dirty*? “Are you and Hudson here really good friends? Or is there maybe a little wiggle room I could take advantage of?”
“Who?” Kurt said, and okay, that was enough.
“Excuse us a minute,” Finn said, taking Kurt by the arm and breaking what had to be the world’s longest, sluttiest handshake ever. He hauled Kurt out of the room, around the corner and into the corridor that led to the bathrooms, and took him by the shoulders.
“Kurt, listen to me. You can’t do this. Not with that guy. That’s Danny Fletcher--he’s a bully and he’s mean and I think he probably eats small children--” Kurt’s eyes got huge. “Well, no. Not that. But he made my life a living hell at school all the way through eighth grade, and he got everyone to call me ‘hard-on’ and he’s… he’s a jerk,” he finished lamely.
Kurt looked skeptical. “You had a gay bully at your school?”
“No. Uh, I mean; I didn’t know he was gay. Nobody did. Actually, I can’t get over that--”
Kurt peered around him. “Because he certainly seems--”
“Oh, he’s totally into you,” Finn said irritably. “If his eyes had hands, your clothes would be shredded on the floor right now.” Kurt’s cheeks turned pink. Pinker. “But that’s not the point. The point is, Danny Fletcher is a bad, bad guy, and you can’t--”
“What did he do to you that was so bad?”
Finn let go of Kurt’s shoulders, and wondered how he could best get across the full impact of the kind of monster Danny was. There were so many examples, it was hard to pick just one. “Um. Okay. In third grade, he stole my favorite GI Joe--my only GI Joe, actually. He snapped it in half in front of me, and then jammed it down my pants.”
Kurt raised an eyebrow. “He called you ‘hard-on’ and he shoved a GI Joe down your pants. And this didn’t seem gay to you?”
Finn blinked. “Huh. Now that you mention it--never mind. The thing is--he’s a bad guy. Very bad guy. Don’t go there.”
Kurt didn’t seem to be paying much attention. “Well, don’t you think; I mean, if you haven’t seen him since eighth grade, I’m sure he’s had all kinds of opportunities since then for, um, personal growth, and, you know, rehabilitation--”
“Hey,” Danny said as he came around the corner towards them. He did that head-tossing move to get the hair out of his eyes, and Finn heard Kurt’s breath catch. “Was it something I said? Or, wait; let me guess.” he stepped close, angled towards Kurt. “Finn needs to tell you what a naughty boy I am. But Kurt, wouldn’t you rather find out all about that for yourself? I promise not to behave--”
“Back off,” Finn said.
Danny looked him over. “You staking a claim, Hard-on?”
“He’s not--” Kurt said, at the same time that Finn said, “Yes.”
“Oh, really?” Danny said, amused, at the same time that Kurt yelped, “*What*?”
“Yep,” Finn said lightly, patting Kurt’s shoulder. “He’s mine. All mine. You can’t have him. Sorry.”
Danny looked back and forth between the two of them, grinning. “Bullshit.”
Without letting himself think about it, Finn bent down and kissed Kurt quickly on the lips. His face felt like it was on fire. “Like you said, staking a claim. Go away.” He thought he heard Kurt choke a little.
Danny actually laughed. “Oh, Hard-on--you are priceless. Really priceless. Well, far be it from me to get in the way of whatever it is you’ve got going on with your maiden aunt here, but I think maybe you’d better leave the big-boy games to those of us who know--”
Finn could barely hear over the roaring in his ears, but every word pounded in his head anyway. He got his hands into Kurt’s spiky hair and pulled, and laid one on him. At first he was all business, but then Kurt’s knees went out from under him and Finn took his full weight--and then he almost lost control of his own knees, because his body totally fucking ambushed him. His brain insisted on informing him that Kurt’s mouth was sweet, hot, and sexy, and he didn’t want to believe that last part but Kurt kissed like he was melting, like he was breaking open, somehow innocent and really, really dirty at the same time. *Sexy*, his brain repeated, and that must have distracted him, because the next thing he knew his brain was telling him that Kurt had a round, curvy little ass, and that freaked him out completely because the only way his brain could have known that was if he had his hands on it--which he did.
Finn shoved himself backwards, panting, unable to see anything at all except for Kurt’s wide, stunned eyes. His entire body was shaking. He was dizzy. And he was hard.
“Oh, *fuck*.” Finn said. Then he turned around and ran.
***
When he finally got up the nerve to call, Kurt’s phone went straight to voice mail. He waited an hour and tried again. Straight to voice mail. Thirty minutes more. Voice mail.
He didn’t leave any messages. He didn’t know what to say.
***
The next day he still didn’t know what to say, but he went to work anyway. He had just finished zipping up his coverall when Tran, one of the junior mechanics, came up to him.
“I guess Kurt’s out sick today, so Burt asked me to have you help out with the head gasket fix I’m doing. You ready?”
“Uh. Yeah. I… okay. Sure.” He swallowed hard, then picked up his notebook and followed Tran into the shop.
***
The day after that, Brian, one of the older guys, had him help out with a catalytic converter repair. The day after that was the day that Finn *knew* Kurt would come back--he didn’t know how he knew, he just did. But when he got to work Burt called him over to help yank the engine of a ’67 Camaro; the job he’d been dying for since the car came in for restoration. He stared under the hood for a long time, not really seeing anything except a whole lot of things that needed fixing.
“You okay?” Burt asked him. “You look a little rough around the edges.”
“You know, I don’t… I’m not feeling so hot. I think maybe I--”
Burt nodded towards the locker room. “Go on. Get some rest. I hope you don’t have whatever Kurt has--that kid is down for the count.”
“I… I’m sorry,” he said.
“Don’t be sorry. Be better--you gotta fix you before you can fix anything else.”
“Right.”
***
“Okay,” Finn said loud enough to carry, pounding on the door. “Enough is enough, Kurt. Open up. We need to talk.”
Kurt opened the door but stayed leaning against the door jamb, his arms crossed and his face perfectly composed. He didn’t say anything.
“Uh. Can I come in?”
Kurt looked like he was thinking that over, but eventually he moved aside and held the door open. Finn followed him down to his room, and made himself meet Kurt’s eyes.
Finn cleared his throat. “I’m sorry.”
Kurt just stared at him.
“I wanted to say that. Just that. I just wanted to tell you that I… that what I did to you was a crappy thing to do to someone who… to you, and I wanted to tell you that I hope you can maybe forgive me because I’ve actually had a great time hanging out with you, because I like you.”
Kurt just stared at him.
“But.” Finn took a deep breath. “That’s not right. Or, it is, but that’s not all. And I’m pretty sure you know that.”
Kurt’s eyebrows drew together just a tiny bit.
Finn rubbed his face, not surprised to feel his hands shaking. “I… I really don’t know what to do about this. I. Seriously. I haven’t got a clue. I’m fucking terrified, and I. I. Uh…”
Kurt shifted from one foot to the other. “Finn. Just say it.”
Finn went numb, then cold, then hot. He sucked in a breath and he could hear his heart beating in it. “I like you. Not the way I thought I did. There’s more. And it is completely freaking me out.”
Kurt exhaled, like he’d been holding his breath. “Okay.”
Finn’s heart lurched in his chest. “Okay?”
“Okay.”
Finn looked away, looked back at Kurt, looked down at the floor. “So. Um. What do we do now?”
Kurt uncrossed his arms and eyed him speculatively. “Have I ever shown you my comic book collection?”
***
“I don’t know,” Finn said, flipping through the Batman pile. “You just don’t seem like a comics guy to me. Artie, maybe, yeah. But you?”
Kurt lowered the Superman comic he was reading, and raised an eyebrow. “Hmm,” he said dryly. “I guess I just never noticed I was going against type, on account of my preoccupation with all these pages of lovingly-rendered men in skintight costumes grappling with each other.”
Finn frowned down at Batman, and started flipping pages. “Oh my God.”
“Uh huh.”
More pages. “Dude.”
“Mmm.”
He grabbed the next book, flipped more pages. “Holy crap. It’s like there’s a secret layer of gay under everything!”
“It’s very much like that, yes. Of course I’m sixteen, gay and a virgin, so I actually kind of thought it might just be me.”
“Uh. No.” He flipped his comic shut and stared at Kurt, but he’d gone back to reading. “So. I guess you and Danny didn’t. Um.”
Kurt turned a page. “No.”
“Oh.” Finn buried his face back in his comic. He flipped a couple pages. “Wow. I can’t believe they let kids read these. But it’s cool, you know? It’s like… like a secret code, or something--and most of the people reading it never even know it’s there.”
Kurt was trying not to smile, he could tell. “Finn Hudson. Only you would turn homoerotic subtext into action-adventure cryptography. And find it cool.”
“It *is* cool,” Finn said. He dug through the comics pile and pulled one at random, flipping pages quickly. “Just take any comic, and there it is, right--oh, Robin; you are *so naughty*--”
Kurt cracked up.
***
The days went by. Right about the time that Finn was finally one-hundred-percent sure that Kurt wasn’t going to try anything, he started wondering why Kurt wasn’t going to try anything. And a few days after that, he started wondering how he felt about Kurt not trying anything, which made him wonder if he was maybe kind of disappointed that Kurt wasn’t going to try anything. A few days after that, he had to wonder whether it was maybe a good idea to try something himself. And at that point he freaked out completely for about a week and forced himself to stop thinking about it, only he couldn’t stop thinking about it, he thought about it *constantly*, which completely freaked him out all over again. Which made him think about a lot more stuff.
Which was about the time that he realized he might be in very deep trouble.
***
On their next day off they went to the park with a Frisbee and a picnic basket that Kurt had put together, and Finn learned 1) that he really liked brie, 2) that he really hated gazpacho, and 3) that when you eat basically an entire wheel of brie and then run around in the hot sun for hours, eventually you’re going to feel really sick and need to lie down in the shade for a while. Kurt gave him a bottle of water from the cooler, and used the Frisbee to fan him until he no longer felt like he was going to keel over and/or hurl. Which led him to 4) that once you saw something, you couldn’t un-see it, and 5) that Kurt was really fucking pretty.
***
Part of the problem was that when Finn tried to think about the specifics of what he might actually want to do with Kurt, his brain shorted out and his body kind of seized up and liquefied at the same time, leaving him with nothing other than images of kissing and a whole bunch of melty panicked helpless lust.
It reminded him a little bit of his first fantasies of Brandie Bellacek, back when he was so young that he had no earthly idea what he actually wanted from her--but at the time he thought it might involve a spanking.
He was pretty sure he didn’t want Kurt to spank him. But then, he’d been pretty sure he didn’t want Kurt to kiss him, either--and look how that had turned out.
***
Brian, who usually covered the late afternoon shift until closing, was out due to the birth of his first grandkid, and Burt needed to go on a parts-scavenging trip. Finn whined and Kurt wheedled, and eventually Burt agreed to let them cover the shop.
“Stick to the easy stuff,” he told them, “I mean it. Don’t get cute. And if Mrs. Cameron comes to pick up that fancy Lexus of hers, don’t take a check--I already told her, cash or credit only. I don’t want her taking advantage.” He drove away, muttering about people who owned the fanciest houses in town but still thought it was okay to bounce checks to locals.
Kurt waved goodbye until his Dad was out of view, then turned to Finn with his eyes wide. “Oh my God. We’re in charge. Let’s shuffle all the priority repair slips so they’re out of order. Let’s touch other people’s tools. Let’s light cigarettes and stand next to pools of gasoline. Let’s--”
“Let’s flush the radiator on Mr. Snedekor’s Acura,” Finn said, checking his clipboard.
“I remember when you used to be fun,” Kurt said mournfully.
“I still am,” Finn insisted. “You just haven’t learned how to appreciate a good radiator flushing.” Okay. That had sounded cool in his head, but now his face was on fire and Kurt was looking at him kind of funny.
“You’ve been spending entirely too much time around me,” Kurt said. “Personally, I’m impressed, but I think maybe I owe your Mom an apology.”
***
They did really well up until Kurt tried to tackle a clutch problem on an ancient Volvo and sent Finn to track down the right Chilton manual, or rather, they did well until Finn somehow managed not to see the tire dolly on the floor next to the metal shelves where the manuals were, and went crashing down onto his back on the concrete with a noise like someone throwing a box of wrenches down a stairwell. He heard Kurt yelling his name but he couldn’t answer because he couldn’t fucking *breathe*, and then Kurt was there, right there, looking completely freaked and touching his face with cool, smooth hands.
So Finn just did what he felt like he had to do, gave up and stopped trying not to and grabbed Kurt by the front of his coverall and yanked him down and kissed him full-on, kissed him urgently, fiercely, deeply--terrified and relieved and desperately turned on all at the same time.
“Finn.” When Kurt pulled back there was too much light and too much air, and Finn couldn’t let go, couldn’t make himself do it. “Finn, we have to stop.”
“I… why?”
“Because.” Kurt took a deep breath and rocked back a little, his gaze fixed somewhere above Finn’s head. “Because my Dad will be back soon. Because you just fell and we just kind of made out and now I’m worried that you might have brain damage. Because I… because I know you’re scared, and I don’t want to scare you. Because I don’t want to hurt you.” He looked down at Finn. “But most of all because I don’t want to lose you--” his voice cracked on the last two words, and he picked up Finn’s hand and squeezed it. “Because you’re the best friend I’ve ever had.”
Finn squeezed back. “I know. Me too.”
Kurt bent down and kissed him once, lightly, soft and quick like a sudden sweet sting and Finn closed his eyes because, oh. He was in so much trouble.
“Okay.” It seemed like all he could say. Then, “I’m not brain-damaged.”
“I know. Just… just give it a little time, okay?”
“Yeah. Okay.”
***
“He’s in his room,” Burt told him. “Go on down. I’m out of here--you kids lock up if you go out anywhere.”
“Sure will,” Finn said, praying that nothing showed on his face, because there were some conversations he just wasn’t ready to have, and talking to Burt about what happened yesterday was pretty much at the top of that list. But Burt left with a cheery wave, and then Finn could breathe again.
He did a lot of breathing before he headed downstairs. He wasn’t going to push. He wasn’t going to ask Kurt how much time he needed. He was going to be cool.
“Hey, Kurt.” He was cool. He was casual. He was so cool, he wasn’t even looking at Kurt. Staring at the ceiling was definitely cool.
“Hey, Finn.”
“I, uh. I came by to see if you wanted to maybe… do something.” He snuck a glance at Kurt, but Kurt wasn’t looking at him either--he was sitting cross-legged on his bed, staring at one of his thumbnails.
“Sure. What, um. What should we do?”
“Park?” Finn looked out one of Kurt’s windows.
“Possibly.”
“Swimming?” He looked at Kurt again, but Kurt appeared to be fascinated by his socks.
“Hm. Not today, I think.”
“Okay.” Kurt’s floor was really interesting. “Well, do you want to… Do you want--”
“Finn.”
He forgot to be cool when he looked up, and then he was stuck. Kurt was staring right at him, wide-eyed and kind of deer-in-the-headlights, his eyes brilliantly blue. Finn couldn’t look away, and he couldn’t shut himself up. “Want to make out?”
“Oh God yes.”
***
Kurt pulled back from him abruptly, breathing very fast, his eyes wide. “Oh, crap. You’re freaking out.”
Finn blinked. “What? I… no way. I--” He felt the tension in his shoulders then, in his chest, rigid in Kurt’s wide, soft bed. “Holy shit, I’m freaking out.” Kurt started to move away, but Finn grabbed him. “Dude, don’t leave me!”
Kurt collapsed on top of him, then pushed back with both hands on Finn’s shoulders. “Um. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I’m pretty sure you’re freaking out because I’m lying on top of you and we’re kissing and I think it’s kind of obvious right now that I’m a guy.”
“Yeah, but you can’t just *abandon* me--I’m freaking out!”
Kurt sighed. “Okay, this is a dilemma I had not prepared for.”
***
“It’s not like I suddenly realized you’re a guy, you know,” Finn said with his eyes closed, lying back on Kurt’s bed while he talked his way through it. “I mean, you’ve got the softest lips I’ve ever felt and you’re all smooth and you smell nice and stuff, but you have arm muscles and sideburns and, you know, other guy-parts. And then you kiss like--God, you can kiss, and I can’t believe how long it took me to notice that you’re pretty much gorgeous and there’s just all these things I want to do only I don’t really know what they are or how to do any of it, I just know that I want… oh. I--”
He opened his eyes and rolled them over so that he was on top, pressing Kurt into the bed. He was shaking. “Stop me if you--if you don’t want…”
“No, I’m good,” Kurt said in a breathy voice. “You. Uh. Whatever you want. I’m good with that.”
Kurt’s arms and legs wound around him. Finn let his body take over and went right for Kurt’s mouth, right into soft, open, so-not-innocent kisses that made him feel like maybe parts of him were melting, but they weren’t parts he particularly cared about right now because there were these other parts that mattered a whole lot more. His spine arched, and then he was rocking, moving, pushing, and he could feel that Kurt was hard but instead of backing off he went for it, grinding them together, and then his brain warped because holy fuck that was so hot, and Kurt made a soft noise into his mouth and… and--
“Finn? Finn, are you okay? Are you freaking out, or…?”
Finn said a few stifled words into Kurt’s shirt-covered stomach, where he’d buried his face when he pulled back. Then, “not freaking out,” he managed, turning his face to the side and panting.
Kurt’s hands touched his hair. “Um. Did you actually mumble something about your mailman? Is there something you’d like to tell me?”
“Yes, I… no. It’s just… that’s what I do when I’m trying not to… when things are intense.”
“Oh.” Kurt’s fingers traced over the back of his neck, and Finn shivered. “Uh. You know you don’t have to stop, right? I mean, unless you want to?”
“Huh?”
“Here.” Kurt drew him up, settled them together, wrapped around him and pressed up against him and cupped his face, staring into his eyes. “You don’t have to stop. Not unless you want to.”
“Really? You don’t… it doesn’t bother you?”
“What, you doing something insanely hot? No. I am strangely unbothered by that.”
“Oh.” He looked down. “It’s hot?”
“Like you wouldn’t believe.”
Finn went slowly, and his eyes fluttered closed when they kissed but other than that he kept them open, his eyes locked with Kurt’s while his breathing turned to panting and then to groaning, and Kurt kept whispering to him that it was good, he was good, that he was so fucking hot and that he felt incredible, and Finn freaked out a little when he knew he was going to come but Kurt stayed right with him, and somehow that made it okay. When he went over the edge he bit his own lip fiercely and managed to stay quiet, but Kurt made a deep soft subvocal noise of pleasure and in some weird way that was the best part.
***
“Finn, we need to talk.”
Finn straightened up so fast he nearly brained himself on the hood of the Land Rover he was working on. “Uh. Okay. Sure. Yeah. No sweat.”
Burt eyed him critically. “You okay?”
“Oh, yeah. I was just… you know. Thinking through the problem.”
Burt nodded. “I know just what you mean.”
Finn really hoped not. “So. Uh. What’s up? Is there a problem? I mean, not that there should be a problem, but, um, if there is, I hope--”
“Calm down. There’s no problem. Unless you’ve started taking speed, which I have to tell you is not a good idea--”
“Ha. Ha. No. Well, once, but the school nurse gave it to me and I used it for singing--uh, no.”
“Okay then. So, look--I ran into your mother yesterday, in the grocery store.”
“Oh?” Now he thought he had probably solved the mystery of Mom’s Unexplained Humming last night.
“Now, she and I, we kind of took a break after, you know, before, and at the time I thought maybe that was a good idea--we’d been moving kind of fast--there’s a certain pace to these things--oh, you’ll understand that when you’re older. But anyway, we got to talking and… and I asked her out. Again. Now, I know that it was hard for you before, and now there’s more to it because I’m your boss, and I just don’t want--”
“I’m cool with it,” Finn said. It was the truth.
Burt did a double-take. “You are? Just like that?”
Finn shrugged. “Yeah.”
“And… it’s not just because I’m your boss, right?”
“Uh. No. I think you’re awesome.” He did.
Burt grinned. “Wow. I rated an ‘awesome’ from Finn Hudson. That’s… well, that’s just awesome.”
Finn grinned back. “So, when can I ask for a raise?”
Burt slapped him on the shoulder. “When you earn one, smartass. Go work.”
He was sitting on the bench in the locker room when Kurt came in. There was a moment when their eyes met that left Finn blushing and made his breath catch and also made him wonder if he was going to ever be able to be around Kurt in public again without embarrassing himself. “Everything okay?” Kurt asked, and took a step towards him before freezing. They shared another look and okay, at least he knew it wasn’t just him. That helped, a little.
“Your dad just ‘had a talk’ with me--he asked my mom out again.”
Kurt sat down on the bench next to him--but not too close. “Huh. Are you okay with that?”
Finn rubbed his hands through his hair. “I told him I was fine with it. I am. I *didn’t* tell him that I was kind of hoping that he’d suddenly decide to take her on a three-week cruise so that I could mess around with you.”
Kurt nodded sagely. “Probably a good call on your part.”
“I really want to kiss you.”
Kurt looked at him. Finn was kind of amazed the bench in between them didn’t burst into flames. “Yeah. I… Yeah.”
“I can’t think about anything else.”
“No.”
“You, too?”
“Oh yes.”
“Okay.”
***
Finn stood just behind Kurt on his front stoop, and both of them waved goodbye as Burt’s car drove slowly away. Finn kept the aw-shucks-you-two-happy-Second-First-Date smile on his face even though it felt like it had been stapled on, and just kept smiling and waving and keeping it cool. He could hear Kurt whispering, “omigod omigod omigod” over and over, and then the car turned a corner and was finally, finally gone.
Finn got one hand twisted in the back of Kurt’s shirt and yanked him into the house. Kurt impressively somehow managed to kick the front door shut as he went by it, and then Finn pushed him against the wall and Kurt tried to climb him like a tree and finally they were kissing, wet and hot and shivery-good. He picked Kurt up with the vague thought of carrying him to his bedroom, but all that happened was that his dick shoved right up against where Kurt was hard and then his eyes crossed and he was suddenly on the floor with Kurt on top of him.
“Fucking manhandle me,” Kurt breathed, and Finn kind of wondered if that was criticism or sarcasm or irony or whatever except that Kurt grabbed his hands and pulled them down to his hips. Finn clamped down and went for it, shoving himself up and pulling Kurt down and God he would have felt like such a bastard for basically using Kurt’s body to get off against except that Kurt seemed pretty fucking happy about it, shaking hard and moaning into his mouth.
“I’m… uh… oh--” Finn managed, and Kurt’s hips bucked so hard in his hands that it was kind of like trying to hang on to an angry snake. Kurt made some crazy-desperate noise against his tongue and then yanked on his hair, pulling his head back and Finn totally lost it, squeezing Kurt’s hips way too hard and making some godawful noise and coming until he banged his head into the floor and--ow, that hurt. It also felt utterly fantastic.
It seemed to take a long, long time to come down, a long time until his heart stopped galloping and he could breathe without heaving. He spent a big chunk of time kind of just floating along in a happy mellow glow, but then part of his brain kicked in and he suddenly burst into laughter. “*Manhandle me*?”
Kurt’s fist thumped his chest. “Jerk. You totally thought that was hot--admit it.”
Finn laughed harder.
***
They finally made it into bed, Finn’s bed--he had Kurt in his bed, and that was so awesome. What was less awesome was the gigantic, sticky mess in his pants, but he couldn’t really think of a casual way to excuse himself so he could change.
“Hey--”
“Mmm?” Kurt sounded sleepy, but he looked perfectly awake, just kind of blissed-out.
“Um. How come you, uh. I mean, you don’t--at least, I’m pretty sure you didn’t--you never…” he trailed off, waving one generally towards Kurt’s groin area.
“What, come?” Kurt said it easily, but Finn saw a blush start up from his shirt collar.
“Yeah.” He felt his cheeks burn.
“I don’t… I just didn’t want to freak you out.” Kurt took a breath. “I mean, we’re having--I’m having a great time, and I think you are too, and I don’t want to ruin things by going too fast or… you know. Doing something you’re not ready for. That would suck.” He touched Finn’s cheek, gently. “But you shouldn’t--I mean, it’s not like I’m wallowing in a stew of frustration, okay? I just--like, uh, the other day, after you were gone, I, you know, took care of it. So I’m good. Really good. Really really really good.”
“Oh.” His whole face felt like it was on fire now. “I. Uh. Well, I… I don’t think it would freak me out--I mean, I guess there’s no way to know for sure without trying, but, um.” Oh hell, his brain was going all kinds of places and his breath was speeding up, and they weren’t even doing anything. He was so screwed. “Maybe you could, you know, instead of waiting--take care of it now?”
Kurt’s eyes got huge. “Now? Here? With… in front of you? You want… that?”
“Yes. Is that weird? I don’t mean to be weird, but I, uh. I don’t know, I just… yes?”
Kurt looked around, looked at him, looked down at himself. “I… hang on--” he pulled himself free of the tangle Finn had him in, then got out of bed and pulled the bedspread, blanket and sheet free on his side, sliding in underneath. “Would this work?”
Finn could feel his heart pounding in his throat. “Are you still afraid of freaking me out, or are you actually shy?”
“Oh, both,” Kurt said, staring at him with one eye; the other one was hidden by the pillow he’d dug his head into.
“Okay. Could you. Would you maybe take your shirt off?” Finn had dug himself into his own pillow--it was just easier to say stuff like that when you had somewhere cool to stick your face afterwards.
Kurt took his shirt off, moving slowly, almost dreamily, and settled back with the sheet pulled up to just below his nipples. He took a breath. “Are you sure about this?”
“Yeah,” Finn said, and somehow saying that was even harder than suggesting it in the first place.
“Okay.” Kurt’s hands burrowed under the covers, then Finn heard the clink of a belt buckle and the zip of a zipper and the soft, sudden catch of Kurt’s breath, and oh God he was going to pass out--his whole body felt like it was burning, buzzing, and there didn’t seem to be any air in the room. Through the pounding in his ears he caught one of Kurt’s quiet sounds, and without even thinking about moving he just went, sliding one arm under Kurt’s neck and a hand onto his chest, curving around to his shoulder when he twitched. “Don’t stop,” he breathed, hearing what was left of his voice shake like crazy. “Please don’t.”
“Okay,” Kurt said softly, and then gasped, and oh fucking hell, Finn was going to have a really serious problem soon because watching Kurt’s face flush and his eyebrows draw together and his teeth bite a little into his bottom lip was very possibly going to make him come in his pants without anything touching him. But he hung on, because honestly it was too good to give up. He watched Kurt’s face and kissed his open mouth and held him and felt him shaking, felt every movement going on under the covers as if it were happening to him, and he wondered vaguely if it was possible to die from your dick being too hard.
“I…” he stopped because he was panting, his voice low and wrecked. “I need to--” he pulled back and stripped his shirt off, clawed his way under the covers on his side and burrowed in, careful to leave some space between their bodies. He attacked his belt and zipper and then slid his arm back under Kurt’s neck--Kurt who was wide-eyed and flushed and staring at him with his chest heaving. “Okay? Is this okay? I couldn’t--I just couldn’t take any more. I had to, I have to--”
“Fuck,” Kurt said distinctly, and then lunged for his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed. Finn flicked over Kurt’s tongue with his own, jammed his free hand into his underwear--and made a ridiculously porntastic noise when he got himself in hand and started stroking, because it was so deeply good and needed and necessary and seriously fucking intense that he couldn’t control anything coming out of his mouth.
Finn felt them fall into a groove--he almost would have sworn he heard something click--and he was so, so grateful that he’d already come once because if he hadn’t he would be so, so done right this second. He could feel Kurt getting off on him getting off, both of them rocking the bed and moaning and kissing like they were starving and so locked into each other, feeding into and off of each other and oh God it was too good, he didn’t want to speed up but he had to, it was so hot and he was sweating and his whole body was almost seizing up with pleasure.
“Finn,” Kurt’s voice was soft, breathless.
“Yeah.”
“Is it good?”
“Oh God yeah.”
“Are you gonna come?”
“Oh… Fuck… Yeah.”
Kurt’s eyelashes fluttered. “Could you. Would you come on me? Please?”
Finn tried to say: oh my God you think that’s hot?, but then he couldn’t because oh my God that was totally fucking hot, so he ended up saying something that sounded like ‘wuh’ instead, trying to keep his eyes from rolling back in his head.
He heaved himself over, but he hadn’t really thought it through because when the backs of his knuckles brushed Kurt’s hand he just completely collapsed. Then they were touching all the way down and they were touching *there* and somehow he managed to thrust twice before he came so hard he thought his spine had liquefied. Kurt’s head pushed back into the pillows and he grabbed Finn’s shoulders and made a soft, high, helpless noise and Finn felt it when he came, down to his toes, and Christ what a mess but it was so good, it was amazingly good, he wanted to stay right here forever.
He slowed down but couldn’t stop moving, and his balls twitched agonizingly--sort of a ‘hey, give us a fucking break already, okay?’ twitch because, ow, sensitive. But there was something he couldn’t give up on, and he honestly didn’t know what it was until Kurt’s flushed, wide-eyed face came out of the pillows and their eyes locked and--oh. It was because they were almost fucking. Really almost fucking. And then he had to push his face into the curve of Kurt’s neck, because, God.
***
“It’s called *what*?”
“Frottage.”
“Dude. No. That… sounds like some kind of cheese.”
Kurt smiled. “You love cheese.”
“Not that way.”
“Well, there’s always the ever-popular ‘grinding’.”
“Yeah, uh, no.”
“Why?”
“Because when I think about grinding with you I spike a fever and start to breathe funny.”
“Oh.”
“I think I’ll go with ‘rolling around’.”
“Okay.”
“Rolling around is good. Rolling around works. I don’t think that would… um. Oh, crap.”
“You’re so cute when you blush.”
“Shut up.”
***
Making out with Kurt caused everything else to just fade away, which was pretty awesome except when you were supposed to stay alert for things like one of your parents coming to ask if you maybe wanted a sandwich or if you’d seen their keys. After a couple of close calls, they talked it over and decided to stick with an only-on-date-night policy, which was probably smart, but also sucked so hard.
“God.” Finn flopped back onto Kurt’s bed. “Three more days. I may just die before then.”
“I really wish you wouldn’t. That would seriously put a crimp in my plans.” Kurt tilted his head, considering. “Or make them a whole lot kinkier, I suppose, but let’s not go there.”
“Ew!”
“See? Sorry, you’ll have to tough it out and remain among the living.”
***
Toughing it out was right. The next three days were like torture. “You have to stop bending over things,” Finn whispered to Kurt in the locker room at the end of their shift on day two. “Seriously--I almost grabbed a moving fan belt.”
Kurt gave him an annoyed look. “Okay,” he whispered back, “First of all, I’m wearing what is essentially a shapeless canvas sack--I’m not exactly flaunting it, here. Secondly, you try tuning up an engine without bending over anything, and see how far you get. And finally, what about *you*, with your lips when you smile and your giant hands and your sexy breathing?”
Finn blinked. “I have sexy breathing?”
Kurt’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, don’t even try to play innocent with me, like you don’t know that every time you do a fix you’re happy with you sigh like… like someone just stuck their hand down your pants.”
They were kind of glaring at each other, but then they really weren’t anymore, and Finn made himself take a step back. “Uh…”
Kurt’s face flushed. “Oh, God, I really want to stick my hand down your pants.”
“I… yeah,” Finn mumbled, and sat down on the bench, grateful for the moment that he was still wearing his shapeless canvas sack.
***
As much as it sucked to wait, it was almost kind of worth it when they were finally alone, tangled together on Finn’s bed with their shirts off and the lights down low, making out and making up for lost time.
Finn shivered when Kurt’s hand stroked down his stomach, then slowly lower, and finally, tentatively, right where he wanted it. Finn couldn’t help the sound he made, but he tried to smother it in another kiss until Kurt pulled back, his eyes wide.
“Uh,” Finn said, very carefully not shoving himself into Kurt’s hand. “Everything okay?”
“Finn.”
“Yeah?”
“Your cock is enormous.” Kurt groped around a little, like he was checking, and Finn couldn’t stop himself from rocking forward, at which point they both gasped.
“I… okay. Is that… isn’t that… good?”
Kurt blinked twice, rapidly. “Oh. Sure. Yes. Only now I have to reset all my fantasy parameters to ‘gratuitous’, and I really hope I don’t… um. I mean; I don’t know if you’d want to, but I thought… I’ve been thinking about…” He glanced down, then back up, and his tongue flicked over his lower lip. Finn’s breath caught, then sped up. “But not if it freaks you out.”
Finn shook his head.
“It doesn’t freak you out?”
Finn shook his head again.
Kurt frowned. “It’s hard to tell, what with the whole stunned-and-mute thing. You seem kind of freaked out.”
“I’m not--I want--I’ve never… I want you to.” It all came out in a quiet rush.
“Oh. Good. That’s good. We should do that, then.” He squeezed gently, and Finn twitched. “Lie back, okay?”
Finn laid back, already too warm and kind of dizzy and so hard he ached. Kurt settled on top of him, kissing him hotly, and Finn tried hard not to think too much about where that wet, soft mouth was going, because he really didn’t want this to be over before it even started. Kurt had straddled him above the hips this time so there was nothing to rub up against, and his brain kept insisting that this was sad and also unfair, but then he figured it maybe made sense given his track record, so he didn’t say anything.
It was hard to just lie there, to not do much other than kiss and breathe and grope Kurt’s amazingly curvy ass, but then Kurt’s mouth slid down to his neck and Finn’s whole body went kind of boneless, just wanting--everything, all at once--and suddenly it got a lot easier. He turned his head to the side, his breath ratcheting up, and Kurt bit him a little, gently, which created a weird feedback loop between his neck and everywhere else. Even his nipples were tingling, and then Kurt went down and used his wicked, silky tongue there and Finn kind of blanked out for a second, which was really embarrassing but it wasn’t like he could help it.
“You, uh. You seem to know what you’re doing,” he panted, because wasn’t he supposed to be the more experienced one, here?
“Oh, I’m an expert--as long as you count the number of times I’ve done this in my head.” Kurt’s tongue traced from his nipple to just under his ear, and Finn made some sound like ‘ngrh’ and let his eyes close. “Good to know all those thousands of hours weren’t wasted.”
“Not even a little. I didn’t know I liked that. How did you know I’d like that? I really like that. I’m gonna die soon if you don’t touch me.”
“Bet you won’t,” Kurt said, and went back to his nipples, biting softly. Finn started to shake.
By the time Kurt worked his way down to his hips Finn was so desperate that even his loose jeans felt like they were strangling him, and it was just a huge relief to strip out of them, along with his boxers. It was a relief until he realized Kurt was staring at him, at all of him, and then he felt really, really naked. And turned on. And also naked.
“Wow,” Kurt said, then moved back over him and kissed him some more, carefully holding himself at arm’s length. “Are you… can I keep going?”
“Oh God please.”
“Oh good. Okay.” He pulled back a little. “Then here’s what you need to know--”
“I have to know things?” Finn tried not to whine, but he didn’t quite make it.
“Yes, because I don’t want this to suck except in the way it’s supposed to. So first of all, please try to be patient and don’t get pushy until I get used to you. Second: normally I’m not a big fan of hair-pulling--especially not when it’s my hair--but this is an exception because, um, hot. And finally, don’t try to be polite and yank me off when you get close, because I want you to come in my mouth. Okay?”
Finn lost some time there because his brain overloaded on that last part, and he had no idea whether or not he’d even answered Kurt or what he’d said, but he figured they must have worked it out because when he came back to himself he was looking down at Kurt taking him in, pausing and breathing and taking more, and then awareness of warm-wet-tight-mouth rushed all through him and he curled his hands into fists and forced himself to stop looking so he didn’t come right then and there. Kurt was going slowly, but slow didn’t really matter because oh, heat and suction and friction and more heat…
Finn started moaning and got two handfuls of the bedspread, and tried not to move too much. He felt Kurt working his way down and back, down a little further each time and first he was trying hard not to come and then he couldn’t help it any longer and he tried to come, but everything was so slow and good and torturous and amazing that he couldn’t and then he just gave up and floated, drifted, high on whatever it was when you’d given up trying to do anything except stay right where you were forever.
“Finn… Finn?” He heard Kurt from what seemed like miles away, saying his name like he’d been saying it for a while now. He looked down his own heaving chest and oh, Kurt was shaking, Kurt was--
“You stopped,” he said stupidly, like somehow Kurt had missed that or something.
“I’m--I’ve got it, now, I’m good.” Kurt’s lips were rosy-pink and wet, and just looking at them made his dick twitch. “You don’t have to… you can move, if you want.” His eyes were half-lidded, full of heat. “You can do whatever you want.”
Then Kurt sucked him in again, and Finn groaned like he’d been wounded but he still didn’t move, couldn’t move until Kurt groped around for his hands and pulled them to his head. Finn threaded his fingers into silky hair--and something exploded in his brain and oh God he got it, he totally got it, what he could do if he wanted, and oh, he wanted to so badly.
He made fists in Kurt’s hair and held him and then rocked up, pushed deep, hard and fast. Kurt made a low sound that he hoped wasn’t some kind of distress call, because he tried to back off and couldn’t--couldn’t stop, couldn’t slow down, because Kurt’s mouth was some kind of fucking miracle, wet and open and tight and *so* good. He was ready to fight for every second he could get of it, but he wasn’t going to get much more because he was about to come *right fucking now*, and it was all he could do to stutter some half-formed words of warning that made Kurt hum and that was it--he pulled back one last time and shoved all the way in and came as deep inside as he could get, groaning through his teeth because all his muscles were locked up tight. He rocked his way through it, gasping and shaking and completely out of control, until it was over and he suddenly felt like someone had replaced all his bones with lead. Really heavy lead.
“Oh my God,” Kurt said hoarsely, up on his knees now very far above him, opening his belt and jeans with shaking hands. “Oh God, Finn, I have to--right now--that was so hot, that was so fucking hot--” and lead-filled bones or no Finn had to get his hands on him, one behind the back of his neck to pull him into a kiss and the other tight around his dick without even stopping to think about it, stroking hard and fast and kissing his messy, bitter, salty mouth. That shocked him, then shocked him again because instead of freaking him out it just made his body vibrate like a plucked string. His nerves seemed to have been skinned bare, twitching crazily while he soaked up the feel of Kurt above him, twisting and arching and shuddering and finally coming, spurting all over his hand and his stomach, moaning into his mouth. Finally Finn pulled back, bit Kurt’s neck for minor vengeance and then collapsed with Kurt on top of him, both of them panting hard and still shaking.
“Okay,” Finn said slowly after a long, long time. “I’m kind of waiting to freak out, here, because that was--”
Kurt waved one hand around. “Whatever that was? Is kind of freaking *me* out. God.”
Finn took a deep breath. “I feel different.”
“Huh?”
“Nothing.” He couldn’t stop grinning. He tried. He failed. He… needed a drink. “You want some water?”
“At least a gallon. It might save time if you just pour it directly on me.”
“Okay, but I call no singing that lame Flashdance song.”
“Ha. I’d tell you you’re no fun, but I think you’d know I was lying.”
Part 3 here