fic: The Sweet Taste of White Frosting
Title: The Sweet Taste of White Frosting
Author: finurtchel
Rating: R (just in case)
Warning: Finn/Kurt, mild boy on boy sexy times, fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Summary: One shot: Kurt is decorating a gingerbread house when, suddenly, the piping bag of white frosting explodes on him just as Finn walks in the room.
Authors Comments: This is from the Finn/Kurt winter fest prompt 2010 (special thanks to the prompterboohyuu I hope you enjoy the fic and it’s close to what you had in mind!). This is my first time at writing something this sexy, so sorry if it’s terrible! Mistakes are mine and mine alone, I had a lot of fun writing this and please review, thanks! =)
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The best part of Christmas, in Kurt’s opinion, was the decorating aspect of it all. When his mother was still alive, it used to be up to them to make everything look as Christmassy as possible; she had taught him everything he needed to know. But, since she’d been gone, Kurt had been the sole provider of Christmas cheer at his house. He was always in charge of decorating the Christmas Tree (not that his dad would have wanted it any other way), putting up lights outside the house, decorating the interior with as much red, gold and green as humanly possible and cooking all the delicious Christmas food. He never minded doing it all on his own; he always enjoyed it, because Christmas was a time when you could forget that you had any problems and pretend that you were as happy as everyone else.
But, this year was very different for Kurt. This time, it wasn’t just him that decorated the Christmas Tree, it was Finn, too. And it wasn’t just him that put up the lights, Finn helped. And it wasn’t just him that cooked Christmas dinner; Carole cooked most of it instead. Kurt didn’t mind, because Finn and Carole were his a part of his family now, and even though it really sucked to have Finn accidentally brush his hand as they both reached for the same branch to hang an ornament on, sending a shiver down his arm and reminding him that he shouldn’t feel this way about his step-brother, it was nice to have someone, apart from his dad, to share the joy of Christmas with.
Kurt was glad though, that on this particular night, Carole had been called in for a shift at work, so instead of her helping him Kurt had joyously been left to decorate the Gingerbread House on his own. Burt was out visiting a friend so Kurt and Finn were the only ones home. Finn hadn’t been excited about the decorating of the House, though; all he wanted to do was eat all of the decorations and complain that Kurt was taking too long so Kurt had sent him to his room.
Kurt sighed, studying his progress happily. The Gingerbread House was grand, more like a castle than a house. That was always Kurt’s way: as extravagant as possible. He’d gone was the classic, colourful look this time around, though. Usually he’d pick a colour pallet, like the one year where he did a black and white theme, but, seeing as Kurt preferred not to eat any of it and seeing as Finn swore to everyone that he was going to eat it all, Kurt had let Finn chose everything. And Finn had gone for every colour; by the time it was done, it was going to be covered in rainbow frosting and rainbow sweets.
Kurt smiled to himself. Finn was too adorable for words at Christmas time. It was crazy to think that Finn could get any more adorable, but he could. Kurt was witness to it every time Finn smiled widely whenever he looked at Kurt or the Christmas Tree or every time Finn decided to belt out a cheery Christmas Carole. It was amazing how much… sexier Finn had become, too. How was it even possible that Kurt had seen Finn in his basketball uniform, but still thought he was even better looking when he was all rugged up like a gorgeous Eskimo? Maybe it was because seeing him all rugged up made Kurt want to go over to him and rip his clothes off too see what was underneath.
Kurt shook his head and muttered, “you shouldn’t be thinking like this about your brother” before reaching for the piping bag of white frosting. “It’s ridiculous,” he said himself, angrily trying to open the tube. “Why can’t you just get over him, already? I mean, honestly, nothing is ever, EVER going to happen between you so - “
But before he could say anything else, two things happened. One: the stubborn piping bag decided that it would be funny to have a dud lid and to spew sticky, white frosting all over Kurt, even on his face oddly enough. Two: Finn came walking into the kitchen, stopped dead at the sight of Kurt and burst into laughter, pointing stupidly at Kurt like a big, fat loon.
Kurt put his hands on his hips and glared angrily at Finn, yelling “SHUT UP, FINN!”
Finn’s laughter fell away at once, but his smile remained on his face. “Sorry,” he muttered, “you just look…really funny….”
Kurt humphed and turned away from Finn to stare at his Gingerbread House. The frosting had sprayed over it a bit, giving it a snow-flake sort of look. Well, it could be worse. But, still, he was so caught up in feeling stupid looking like this in front of Finn and feeling stupid for letting it happen in the first place, wasting a perfectly good bag of frosting, that he almost missed what Finn says next.
“… but… you look really cute, too… and I sort of want to eat you all up,” Finn says, softly from the doorway, his voice gentle and almost, nervous.
Kurt freezes and his mouth falls open in shock. Did he just say that? Rewind please.
“… but… you look really cute, too… and I sort of want to eat you all up,” Finn says, softly from the doorway, his voice gentle and almost, nervous.
Omg.
“Kurt?” Finn says, and Kurt can feel him walking closer. “Sorry… it’s just… you know how much I love sweet stuff… and you’re kinda covered in it right now.”
Kurt breaths out before slowly turning around and staring at Finn open mouthed.
Finn stares back at him for a moment before reaching forwards Kurt’s face with his finger. Kurt squeaks as Finn’s finger makes contact with his face, gently scooping up a bit of the frosting. Then Finn’s finger moves away from Kurt and he sticks his finger in his mouth, licking the frosting away. Kurt’s knees go all wobbly. He’s pretty sure this is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
Finn smiles and says, “mmmmm… the sweet taste of white frosting…” and Kurt’s pretty sure that’s the sexiest sentence he’s ever heard. Finn reaches towards Kurt again, this time rubbing off the icing on Kurt’s nose before sticking his finger into his mouth, closing his eyes and sucking.
By now Kurt’s hyperventilating and his erection is getting harder and harder. He knows Finn is just being innocent (it’s not his fault that it looks like he’s giving someone an amazing blow job) which means Finn doesn’t know the effect he is having on Kurt nor will he notice just how much Kurt is enjoying this.
But, as Finn’s finger goes in for a third helping, Kurt can’t take it anymore. He goes to move his head away from Finn’s approaching finger, but the movement decidedly worsens the situation rather than fixing it. Finn’s finger accidentally lands on Kurt’s bottom lip. Finn’s finger brushes the inside of Kurt’s lip and he trembles, staring wide-eyed at Finn, who, for the first time throughout this whole thing, has lost his childish smile and is staring wide-eyed at Kurt, too.
It’s like they are frozen in time, staring at each other, both transfixed. Kurt doesn’t know what’s happening and Finn probably has even less of a clue, seeing as he isn’t gay, but, to Kurt, it feels like an electric current is flowing around them and pulling them together like magnets.
Finn’s finger trembles a little and he gulps loudly, causing Kurt’s heart to beat even harder than before. Then, cautiously, Finn moves his finger along Kurt’s lip, gently stroking it. It’s like an electric shock and it causes Kurt to choke out in surprise. Kurt’s pretty sure that lip stroking isn’t meant to feel this good, but it does, it really does.
Finn’s eyes widen and after a moment, he looks away for Kurt for the first time in 5 minutes and glances down at himself, at the sudden length visibly pointing straight at Kurt through his trackies. Kurt’s eyes move down to it and he stares at it in wonder, too, his face turning beetroot purple as he realises that Finn is as turned on as he is right now. And that Finn is turned on about him. Kurt! Kurt can hardly believe it. Is this really happening?
Finn looks away from his nether regions and glances up at Kurt, who quickly adverts his eyes from Finn’s big… and shyly looks Finn in the eye. Finn looks scared to death, but as Kurt looks more closely at him, he can see, hidden in Finn’s eyes, a bursting desire that mirrors the desire in his pants.
Gulping, Kurt slowly lifts his hand up and reaches towards Finn. When Finn doesn’t make any attempt to move away, Kurt gently touches his finger to Finn’s lip and strokes it. Shivers float up his arm and he’s not sure who, but one of them moans loudly. Who knew this could feel so good?
Finn’s eyes are closed, his lips pressed together as if in pain, but Kurt knows that he’s not. Aching for more, Kurt strokes his finger over Finn’s lip one last time before moving it to follow along Finn’s jaw line. He’s slightly stubbly, but it feels wonderful to be able to just touch Finn’s face. Gently, he moves his finger to rest on Finn’s ear, which he twiddles gently with his other fingers. Finn lets out a breath of warm air, which settles on Kurt and puts shivers down his back.
And then suddenly, he doesn’t quite know how it happens, but suddenly, Finn’s hands are snaking around Kurt’s waist and he’s pulled Kurt plush up against him. Finn rests his forehead against Kurt’s and stares at him with passion in his eyes.
“…Kurt…” he whispers, being the first one to speak in what seems like years, “… I don’t… … I… can… can I… kiss you?”
Kurt gasps silently and can’t think coherently enough to even try to speak so he just nods his head dumbly. Finn breaths in a deep sigh before hesitantly leaning forwards and pushing his lips up against Kurt’s.
As soon as Finn’s lips hit Kurt’s, Kurt knew that he was stupid to think that lip stroking felt good… because this, this was something else altogether. Finn’s lips were soft and his breath was hot. The way Finn kissed him, softly at first, but then harder as, at the same time, he pulled Kurt into him and fisted his hands into Kurt’s hair, made Kurt tremble, moan and whimper as indescribable thrills spread all over his body. He kissed Finn back just as hard, his tongue slipping into Finn’s mouth, causing Finn to moan and grip Kurt that much harder. He wrapped his arms around Finn’s neck and played with Finn’s soft hair, his hands often gripping clumps of Finn’s hair in their burst of passion.
It didn’t matter to them that their clothes were sticky with white frosting or that their parent’s could walk in at any moment. It didn’t matter to them that they were meant to be brothers and shouldn’t really be doing this. It didn’t matter, because all that mattered right then was the way they were making each other feel.
Finn’s hand moved down and he slipped it into Kurt’s shirt. The feel of Finn’s hands on his skin was so intoxicating that Kurt had to come up out their kiss to gasp fresh air. Without missing a beat, Finn immediately moved down to kiss Kurt’s neck, teasing the flesh there with his teeth. Kurt’s eyes rolled back into his head and he titled his head back to give Finn better access. As Finn ravaged his neck, Kurt daringly slipped his hands under Finn’s shirt and reached up as high as he could, feeling the contours of Finn’s back.
Finn trembled in response and promptly turned them around so that he was now pressing Kurt up against the kitchen sink. Gently, Finn lifted Kurt up, losing contact with his neck and sitting Kurt atop the kitchen bench. Kurt squealed at that and promptly wrapped his legs around Finn’s hips as Finn swopped down to passionately kiss him again.
Pinch me, pinch me, pinch me, Kurt thought to himself. He still couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He was finally being touched and kissed by the one boy he’d ever loved and it truly did feel like a dream. But he knew that Finn was actually here. He didn’t need anybody to pinch him. He had the proof right there as Finn’s hands slipped under his shirt, as Finn’s lips moved inexplicably fast against his, as Finn’s hand reached down and unbuttoned Kurt’s jeans, Finn’s hand slipping into Kurt’s boxer’s and touching his … wait. What?
Kurt’s eyes snapped open and he squawked in surprise, his mouth disconnecting from Finn’s like a suction pump. Finn stared at him dazedly for a moment before looking down and realising where his hand was. Blushing furiously, Finn whipped his hand out of Kurt’s boxes and looked down sheepishly.
For a moment Kurt just stared at him in surprise, his penis still throbbing with the sudden feeling of being touched by someone other than himself. Then, Kurt gently reached forwards and tilted Finn’s face so that they were looking into each other’s eyes again.
“I’m sorry,” Kurt squeaked, trying to smile at Finn. “It’s… it’s not that I don’t want you to… but… I was just surprised…”he mumbled.
Finn shook his head. “No… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I just got so caught up in the moment… And I just… I just really wanted to… to touch you there,” he said, whispering the last part.
Kurt’s penis twitched and he smiled at Finn, reassuring him that it was okay. “I… I want to touch you there, too,” he whispered back, not looking away from Finn.
Finn blushed and smiled happily. “That’s good, because I really want you to, too.”
Kurt smiled shyly, but then sighed, remembering where they were. And what they had just been doing. When they were meant to be brothers. And Finn wasn’t gay.
“But… Finn…” Kurt murmured, a little sadly, unable to look at Finn now. “I’m not sure… I’m not sure if we should do… this sort of thing... anymore.”
The smile on Finn’s face fell away immediately and Kurt thought he heard Finn’s heart break; he was pretty sure he heard his break as well.
“But… why?” Finn whispered, sounding hurt. “I thought… I thought you liked me?”
Kurt sighed and a tear slipped out of his eye. “I do, I do like you… well, actually… to be honest… I’m in love with you… but Finn, you’re supposed to be my brother and you’re… not like me.”
Finn smiled and reached forwards to stroke Kurt’s lip with his finger again. “I am, Kurt. I am like you. And I know I’m supposed to be your brother… but it doesn’t feel right. I just want… I just want you,” he said, beaming at Kurt.
Kurt sucked in a breath and looked at the happy boy standing in front of him.
“What?” Kurt squeaked (he was going a lot of that lately). “What do you mean… when did this happen?... what…this doesn’t make any sense… when did this happen…. How come - ”
Finn placed his hand over Kurt’s mouth and laughed. “Kurt,” he said, gently. “It happened as soon as I touched your lip with my finger before by mistake.”
Kurt stared at him dumbly, his heart thumping.
Finn smiled. “Although… I think it’s been coming along slowly all this time… I just never realised… but I know now Kurt and I’m pretty sure that, even though we’re supposed to be brothers, it’s alright because it’s not really incest… and it doesn’t matter, because, right now I think… I know we’re supposed to be together as, you know....lovers,” he said, blushing darkly.
Kurt stared at him for a moment before leaping onto him and kissing him full on the mouth, re-connecting us again. They kissed for several minutes, gripping onto each other and never wanting to let go. Then, while later, Kurt opened his eyes and they came up for air.
Kurt looked all over Finn hungrily, licking his lips. It was now that he noticed that they were both covered in the white frosting.
“Hmmmm…..” Kurt murmured, running a hand down Finn’s chest before resting his hand over Finn’s drumming heart. “You know what I think we should do?”
Finn shook his head, but his eyes were glittering as if he’d guessed what Kurt was thinking.
“I think it might be time for a shower. I’m feeling a little… dirty. What about you?”
Finn growled at Kurt and quickly picked Kurt up into his arms. Latching lips with Kurt, they clumsily made their way to the bathroom, the Gingerbread House left forgotten behind them.
Author: finurtchel
Rating: R (just in case)
Warning: Finn/Kurt, mild boy on boy sexy times, fluff
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Summary: One shot: Kurt is decorating a gingerbread house when, suddenly, the piping bag of white frosting explodes on him just as Finn walks in the room.
Authors Comments: This is from the Finn/Kurt winter fest prompt 2010 (special thanks to the prompterboohyuu I hope you enjoy the fic and it’s close to what you had in mind!). This is my first time at writing something this sexy, so sorry if it’s terrible! Mistakes are mine and mine alone, I had a lot of fun writing this and please review, thanks! =)
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The best part of Christmas, in Kurt’s opinion, was the decorating aspect of it all. When his mother was still alive, it used to be up to them to make everything look as Christmassy as possible; she had taught him everything he needed to know. But, since she’d been gone, Kurt had been the sole provider of Christmas cheer at his house. He was always in charge of decorating the Christmas Tree (not that his dad would have wanted it any other way), putting up lights outside the house, decorating the interior with as much red, gold and green as humanly possible and cooking all the delicious Christmas food. He never minded doing it all on his own; he always enjoyed it, because Christmas was a time when you could forget that you had any problems and pretend that you were as happy as everyone else.
But, this year was very different for Kurt. This time, it wasn’t just him that decorated the Christmas Tree, it was Finn, too. And it wasn’t just him that put up the lights, Finn helped. And it wasn’t just him that cooked Christmas dinner; Carole cooked most of it instead. Kurt didn’t mind, because Finn and Carole were his a part of his family now, and even though it really sucked to have Finn accidentally brush his hand as they both reached for the same branch to hang an ornament on, sending a shiver down his arm and reminding him that he shouldn’t feel this way about his step-brother, it was nice to have someone, apart from his dad, to share the joy of Christmas with.
Kurt was glad though, that on this particular night, Carole had been called in for a shift at work, so instead of her helping him Kurt had joyously been left to decorate the Gingerbread House on his own. Burt was out visiting a friend so Kurt and Finn were the only ones home. Finn hadn’t been excited about the decorating of the House, though; all he wanted to do was eat all of the decorations and complain that Kurt was taking too long so Kurt had sent him to his room.
Kurt sighed, studying his progress happily. The Gingerbread House was grand, more like a castle than a house. That was always Kurt’s way: as extravagant as possible. He’d gone was the classic, colourful look this time around, though. Usually he’d pick a colour pallet, like the one year where he did a black and white theme, but, seeing as Kurt preferred not to eat any of it and seeing as Finn swore to everyone that he was going to eat it all, Kurt had let Finn chose everything. And Finn had gone for every colour; by the time it was done, it was going to be covered in rainbow frosting and rainbow sweets.
Kurt smiled to himself. Finn was too adorable for words at Christmas time. It was crazy to think that Finn could get any more adorable, but he could. Kurt was witness to it every time Finn smiled widely whenever he looked at Kurt or the Christmas Tree or every time Finn decided to belt out a cheery Christmas Carole. It was amazing how much… sexier Finn had become, too. How was it even possible that Kurt had seen Finn in his basketball uniform, but still thought he was even better looking when he was all rugged up like a gorgeous Eskimo? Maybe it was because seeing him all rugged up made Kurt want to go over to him and rip his clothes off too see what was underneath.
Kurt shook his head and muttered, “you shouldn’t be thinking like this about your brother” before reaching for the piping bag of white frosting. “It’s ridiculous,” he said himself, angrily trying to open the tube. “Why can’t you just get over him, already? I mean, honestly, nothing is ever, EVER going to happen between you so - “
But before he could say anything else, two things happened. One: the stubborn piping bag decided that it would be funny to have a dud lid and to spew sticky, white frosting all over Kurt, even on his face oddly enough. Two: Finn came walking into the kitchen, stopped dead at the sight of Kurt and burst into laughter, pointing stupidly at Kurt like a big, fat loon.
Kurt put his hands on his hips and glared angrily at Finn, yelling “SHUT UP, FINN!”
Finn’s laughter fell away at once, but his smile remained on his face. “Sorry,” he muttered, “you just look…really funny….”
Kurt humphed and turned away from Finn to stare at his Gingerbread House. The frosting had sprayed over it a bit, giving it a snow-flake sort of look. Well, it could be worse. But, still, he was so caught up in feeling stupid looking like this in front of Finn and feeling stupid for letting it happen in the first place, wasting a perfectly good bag of frosting, that he almost missed what Finn says next.
“… but… you look really cute, too… and I sort of want to eat you all up,” Finn says, softly from the doorway, his voice gentle and almost, nervous.
Kurt freezes and his mouth falls open in shock. Did he just say that? Rewind please.
“… but… you look really cute, too… and I sort of want to eat you all up,” Finn says, softly from the doorway, his voice gentle and almost, nervous.
Omg.
“Kurt?” Finn says, and Kurt can feel him walking closer. “Sorry… it’s just… you know how much I love sweet stuff… and you’re kinda covered in it right now.”
Kurt breaths out before slowly turning around and staring at Finn open mouthed.
Finn stares back at him for a moment before reaching forwards Kurt’s face with his finger. Kurt squeaks as Finn’s finger makes contact with his face, gently scooping up a bit of the frosting. Then Finn’s finger moves away from Kurt and he sticks his finger in his mouth, licking the frosting away. Kurt’s knees go all wobbly. He’s pretty sure this is the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
Finn smiles and says, “mmmmm… the sweet taste of white frosting…” and Kurt’s pretty sure that’s the sexiest sentence he’s ever heard. Finn reaches towards Kurt again, this time rubbing off the icing on Kurt’s nose before sticking his finger into his mouth, closing his eyes and sucking.
By now Kurt’s hyperventilating and his erection is getting harder and harder. He knows Finn is just being innocent (it’s not his fault that it looks like he’s giving someone an amazing blow job) which means Finn doesn’t know the effect he is having on Kurt nor will he notice just how much Kurt is enjoying this.
But, as Finn’s finger goes in for a third helping, Kurt can’t take it anymore. He goes to move his head away from Finn’s approaching finger, but the movement decidedly worsens the situation rather than fixing it. Finn’s finger accidentally lands on Kurt’s bottom lip. Finn’s finger brushes the inside of Kurt’s lip and he trembles, staring wide-eyed at Finn, who, for the first time throughout this whole thing, has lost his childish smile and is staring wide-eyed at Kurt, too.
It’s like they are frozen in time, staring at each other, both transfixed. Kurt doesn’t know what’s happening and Finn probably has even less of a clue, seeing as he isn’t gay, but, to Kurt, it feels like an electric current is flowing around them and pulling them together like magnets.
Finn’s finger trembles a little and he gulps loudly, causing Kurt’s heart to beat even harder than before. Then, cautiously, Finn moves his finger along Kurt’s lip, gently stroking it. It’s like an electric shock and it causes Kurt to choke out in surprise. Kurt’s pretty sure that lip stroking isn’t meant to feel this good, but it does, it really does.
Finn’s eyes widen and after a moment, he looks away for Kurt for the first time in 5 minutes and glances down at himself, at the sudden length visibly pointing straight at Kurt through his trackies. Kurt’s eyes move down to it and he stares at it in wonder, too, his face turning beetroot purple as he realises that Finn is as turned on as he is right now. And that Finn is turned on about him. Kurt! Kurt can hardly believe it. Is this really happening?
Finn looks away from his nether regions and glances up at Kurt, who quickly adverts his eyes from Finn’s big… and shyly looks Finn in the eye. Finn looks scared to death, but as Kurt looks more closely at him, he can see, hidden in Finn’s eyes, a bursting desire that mirrors the desire in his pants.
Gulping, Kurt slowly lifts his hand up and reaches towards Finn. When Finn doesn’t make any attempt to move away, Kurt gently touches his finger to Finn’s lip and strokes it. Shivers float up his arm and he’s not sure who, but one of them moans loudly. Who knew this could feel so good?
Finn’s eyes are closed, his lips pressed together as if in pain, but Kurt knows that he’s not. Aching for more, Kurt strokes his finger over Finn’s lip one last time before moving it to follow along Finn’s jaw line. He’s slightly stubbly, but it feels wonderful to be able to just touch Finn’s face. Gently, he moves his finger to rest on Finn’s ear, which he twiddles gently with his other fingers. Finn lets out a breath of warm air, which settles on Kurt and puts shivers down his back.
And then suddenly, he doesn’t quite know how it happens, but suddenly, Finn’s hands are snaking around Kurt’s waist and he’s pulled Kurt plush up against him. Finn rests his forehead against Kurt’s and stares at him with passion in his eyes.
“…Kurt…” he whispers, being the first one to speak in what seems like years, “… I don’t… … I… can… can I… kiss you?”
Kurt gasps silently and can’t think coherently enough to even try to speak so he just nods his head dumbly. Finn breaths in a deep sigh before hesitantly leaning forwards and pushing his lips up against Kurt’s.
As soon as Finn’s lips hit Kurt’s, Kurt knew that he was stupid to think that lip stroking felt good… because this, this was something else altogether. Finn’s lips were soft and his breath was hot. The way Finn kissed him, softly at first, but then harder as, at the same time, he pulled Kurt into him and fisted his hands into Kurt’s hair, made Kurt tremble, moan and whimper as indescribable thrills spread all over his body. He kissed Finn back just as hard, his tongue slipping into Finn’s mouth, causing Finn to moan and grip Kurt that much harder. He wrapped his arms around Finn’s neck and played with Finn’s soft hair, his hands often gripping clumps of Finn’s hair in their burst of passion.
It didn’t matter to them that their clothes were sticky with white frosting or that their parent’s could walk in at any moment. It didn’t matter to them that they were meant to be brothers and shouldn’t really be doing this. It didn’t matter, because all that mattered right then was the way they were making each other feel.
Finn’s hand moved down and he slipped it into Kurt’s shirt. The feel of Finn’s hands on his skin was so intoxicating that Kurt had to come up out their kiss to gasp fresh air. Without missing a beat, Finn immediately moved down to kiss Kurt’s neck, teasing the flesh there with his teeth. Kurt’s eyes rolled back into his head and he titled his head back to give Finn better access. As Finn ravaged his neck, Kurt daringly slipped his hands under Finn’s shirt and reached up as high as he could, feeling the contours of Finn’s back.
Finn trembled in response and promptly turned them around so that he was now pressing Kurt up against the kitchen sink. Gently, Finn lifted Kurt up, losing contact with his neck and sitting Kurt atop the kitchen bench. Kurt squealed at that and promptly wrapped his legs around Finn’s hips as Finn swopped down to passionately kiss him again.
Pinch me, pinch me, pinch me, Kurt thought to himself. He still couldn’t believe this was actually happening. He was finally being touched and kissed by the one boy he’d ever loved and it truly did feel like a dream. But he knew that Finn was actually here. He didn’t need anybody to pinch him. He had the proof right there as Finn’s hands slipped under his shirt, as Finn’s lips moved inexplicably fast against his, as Finn’s hand reached down and unbuttoned Kurt’s jeans, Finn’s hand slipping into Kurt’s boxer’s and touching his … wait. What?
Kurt’s eyes snapped open and he squawked in surprise, his mouth disconnecting from Finn’s like a suction pump. Finn stared at him dazedly for a moment before looking down and realising where his hand was. Blushing furiously, Finn whipped his hand out of Kurt’s boxes and looked down sheepishly.
For a moment Kurt just stared at him in surprise, his penis still throbbing with the sudden feeling of being touched by someone other than himself. Then, Kurt gently reached forwards and tilted Finn’s face so that they were looking into each other’s eyes again.
“I’m sorry,” Kurt squeaked, trying to smile at Finn. “It’s… it’s not that I don’t want you to… but… I was just surprised…”he mumbled.
Finn shook his head. “No… I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… I just got so caught up in the moment… And I just… I just really wanted to… to touch you there,” he said, whispering the last part.
Kurt’s penis twitched and he smiled at Finn, reassuring him that it was okay. “I… I want to touch you there, too,” he whispered back, not looking away from Finn.
Finn blushed and smiled happily. “That’s good, because I really want you to, too.”
Kurt smiled shyly, but then sighed, remembering where they were. And what they had just been doing. When they were meant to be brothers. And Finn wasn’t gay.
“But… Finn…” Kurt murmured, a little sadly, unable to look at Finn now. “I’m not sure… I’m not sure if we should do… this sort of thing... anymore.”
The smile on Finn’s face fell away immediately and Kurt thought he heard Finn’s heart break; he was pretty sure he heard his break as well.
“But… why?” Finn whispered, sounding hurt. “I thought… I thought you liked me?”
Kurt sighed and a tear slipped out of his eye. “I do, I do like you… well, actually… to be honest… I’m in love with you… but Finn, you’re supposed to be my brother and you’re… not like me.”
Finn smiled and reached forwards to stroke Kurt’s lip with his finger again. “I am, Kurt. I am like you. And I know I’m supposed to be your brother… but it doesn’t feel right. I just want… I just want you,” he said, beaming at Kurt.
Kurt sucked in a breath and looked at the happy boy standing in front of him.
“What?” Kurt squeaked (he was going a lot of that lately). “What do you mean… when did this happen?... what…this doesn’t make any sense… when did this happen…. How come - ”
Finn placed his hand over Kurt’s mouth and laughed. “Kurt,” he said, gently. “It happened as soon as I touched your lip with my finger before by mistake.”
Kurt stared at him dumbly, his heart thumping.
Finn smiled. “Although… I think it’s been coming along slowly all this time… I just never realised… but I know now Kurt and I’m pretty sure that, even though we’re supposed to be brothers, it’s alright because it’s not really incest… and it doesn’t matter, because, right now I think… I know we’re supposed to be together as, you know....lovers,” he said, blushing darkly.
Kurt stared at him for a moment before leaping onto him and kissing him full on the mouth, re-connecting us again. They kissed for several minutes, gripping onto each other and never wanting to let go. Then, while later, Kurt opened his eyes and they came up for air.
Kurt looked all over Finn hungrily, licking his lips. It was now that he noticed that they were both covered in the white frosting.
“Hmmmm…..” Kurt murmured, running a hand down Finn’s chest before resting his hand over Finn’s drumming heart. “You know what I think we should do?”
Finn shook his head, but his eyes were glittering as if he’d guessed what Kurt was thinking.
“I think it might be time for a shower. I’m feeling a little… dirty. What about you?”
Finn growled at Kurt and quickly picked Kurt up into his arms. Latching lips with Kurt, they clumsily made their way to the bathroom, the Gingerbread House left forgotten behind them.