Fic: Four Times Kurt Thought About Sex with Finn and the One Time He Got It
Title: Four Times Kurt Thought About Sex with Finn and the One Time He Got It
Author: Woodsgal
Fandom: Glee
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2310
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers up to "Original Song" to be safe.
Summary: Kurt Hummel was far from the most sexual person around.
Authors Notes: So I was inspired to write this...well...the first scene when one of the boys apparently got a hard on sitting on the bench during the last football match. Everyone was gossiping about it and yeah....it just...carried on from that ha ha. It's pretty plotless I guess but yeah...porn in the end XD.
Thanks to adeina_rhyddha for betaing.
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Kurt Hummel was far from the most sexual person around.
His thoughts were usually clean, he didn't go around whoring himself out or discussing other people's sex lives and the few times he'd tried to watch porn he could just not get off to it because he'd spent his whole time wondering how they could do that to themselves and what must their parents think.
That didn't mean that he was completely clean-minded though. It wasn't even that he didn't want sex either...he just didn't know that much about it.
And he didn't really want to be with Blaine in that way either...as big as a shock as that would be for the shorter male.
No...there was only one boy he'd thought about that way and well...there had certainly been a fair few... awkward moments.
1.
Oh...wow...
Kurt's cheeks were flushed, pupils blown wide as he stared at the dirt below him. This...he shouldn't be reacting like this. He shouldn't be turned on by some jock tackling him to the ground. There was dirt and it would have been painful if Finn wasn't being careful with where he distributed his weight.
He could feel Finn's groin pressing against his backside, if he shifted a bit then it sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. He was starting to get hard which was...kind of awkward. They were supposed to be practicing football tackles and things.
It wasn't like that thinking about sex was a common occurrence for him either.
But right now, what Kurt wanted more then anything was for the boy above him to rip their pants off and just pound him into the ground. Unfortunately...that wasn't likely to happen.
“You okay dude? You've gone quiet. I didn't squash you did I?”
Finn scrambled up off of him, bending down to meet his gaze as Kurt tried not to groan in disappointment.
“Yeah. I'm just a little winded. Is it okay if we finish for the day?” he asked, trying to keep his voice level as he stilled his hips, wanting nothing more then to rub himself off against something.
“Sure. Same time tomorrow?”
With a nod, Kurt pushed onto his feet, scurrying off towards the changing rooms and the showers before Finn could get a glimpse of his crotch. The tight pants of his football uniform wouldn't exactly hide much after all.
2.
Kurt wasn't a pervert, okay?
Honestly, he wasn't. He hadn't been trying to get their parents together because he had weird, kinky, pseudo-incestuous fantasies about them. He really didn't...well...not when he'd first started planning it anyway.
As he'd stood in front of Finn however, with his fingers curled in the material of his shirt as he fiddled with it, he had a glimpse of what it could be like.
A big brother to look after him when he needed.
Someone he could depend on, who would always be there for him and would love him unconditionally even if they did annoy each other now and then.
But they wouldn't have been related by blood.
They could share a bedroom, mess around together in the kitchen or relax in the garden but none of it would actually make them brothers.
Kurt could lay back on his bed in the basement, could watch Finn get undressed, watch as he came over to join him.
Their lips could meet, hands could explore and everything would just be so perfect.
Finn would fill him every night, grasp gentle as he'd rock them both to orgasm, catching his every moan in his mouth, stifling the sound so their parents wouldn't hear them...
Oh fuck...
He finished their conversation normally but as soon as he was free he rushed to the bathroom to sort himself out.
Even he knew things wouldn't go like that.
3.
Their parents wedding day had been a special occasion, so, to celebrate the boys had been allowed to drink a little with the adults.
The only issue was that Kurt was a lightweight.
He was tipsy quite early into the evening. He'd only sipped one glass throughout the speeches and the first dance. He hadn't wanted to get too sloppy, too early. He'd planned the whole thing and he wanted to make sure everyone was having a good time first.
Family members kept pushing more drinks into his hands though and soon he was swaying happily to himself as he made his way across the dance floor to join Mercedes and Rachel.
An arm looping around his waist stopped him, pulling him into a warm chest as he squeaked quietly. He felt rather then heard the body laugh.
“Having a good evening?”
Kurt nodded, half-turning his body to grin blankly up at Finn.
“Yeah! Everyone's so happy!” he exclaimed, giggling slightly as Finn raised an eyebrow. He leaned in close, their face mere inches apart for a few seconds and part of Kurt's heart jump-started, thinking he was going to kiss him but he just pulled away as he shook his head.
“Dude. How much have you had?”
Shrugging, Kurt tried to slip out of his now-step-brother's grasp as Finn tightened his hold.
“I dunno. Not much. People just kept giving me drinks. Couldn't say no,” he slurred. With a sigh, Finn started to tug Kurt towards the doors. The hall was fair-sized and they had to skirt around the edges as to not get caught by any family but they were soon in the quiet of the hotel lobby. They took the elevator upstairs, Finn pulling the key his mom had given him to the wedding suite she and Burt had rented for the night. Kurt just giggled as he was let inside, ignoring Finn as he shushed him. He felt arms go around him again and this time he was being picked up and dropped onto the king sized bed. The smaller brunet wouldn't let go of Finn though and he pulled him on the bed beside him, giggling as Finn rolled off of him, lying beside him.
They just lay there for a little while, quietly looking at each other in the dim light.
“Kurt...”
Finn reached out, cupping his cheek gently, thumb stroking the soft skin there. It was softer then any of the girl's he knew.
All it would take there would be for Kurt to lean in and kiss him.
Maybe the kissing would transform into something more...
The bed was large and comfortable and they wouldn't be disturbed for a while.
Kurt was willing to give himself over to Finn, right then and there.
He wanted to feel Finn's lips and more...he wanted so much more.
Leaning in slowly, he got a few breaths away before someone jiggled the handle from the outside and Carole popped her head around the door. She looked surprised and a little wary but not angry.
“I thought I might find you two up here. Your friends are looking for you.”
She disappeared after that but it didn't matter.
The moment was gone.
4.
It had been a long day.
It had been up to them to drive everyone home and Kurt had had to put Blaine up in his bed to sleep the drink off. Sure, the party had been fun but now it was over both Kurt and Finn were exhausted.
They'd been slumped together on the sofa after putting Blaine to bed, watching re-runs of old Two and A Half Men episodes as they debated going to bed themselves.
“Wait a second...if Blaine's in your bed then where are you going to sleep?” Finn asked all of a sudden. With sleepy eyes, Kurt turned to look at his step-brother questioningly.
“In my bed with him. Where else?”
Finn frowned.
“Yeah but if he wakes up and tries to...y'know...take advantage of you?”
Kurt shot Finn a funny look, Blaine was way too much of a gentleman to try something like that. Plus they were only friends anyway, especially after his new-found interest in kissing girls.
“I'm pretty sure he won't Finn.”
They lapsed into an awkward silence as they just stared at the television, not really taking in what was going on on-screen.
“Well...how about you share a bed with me instead? I mean...we both know I won't try anything and our parents are less likely to see anything wrong with that...” Finn suggested hesitantly.
Immediately Kurt was bombarded with mental images of Finn in fact trying something and he quickly had to shake his head, cheeks flushed red. Especially as he thought back to the night of their parents wedding.
Couldn't have a repeat of that....
“No, no, it's fine. You'd just hog the sheets anyway and I'm going up now. So goodnight!”
Yeah...it had been a while since he'd had to rush off so quickly...
As he reached his room he couldn't help but wonder as he gazed upon a sleeping Blaine; would he ever get over Finn?
1.
They hadn't meant for it to happen.
Things had been going so well as well.
Clothes were torn off as Finn lifted Kurt up onto the washing machine, the counter-tenor's now bare legs wrapping around Finn's hips, pulling him closer as they kissed roughly.
The laundry room was so small, Kurt had just gotten in from the rain and had pulled an old shirt he'd stolen from Finn on over his own jeans to wash his clothes as he'd dried.
Finn had gone in to check on him, the room was so warm and a smell that was just so completely Kurt overwhelmed his senses.
Before he'd known what he was doing, he'd pulled Kurt back and they'd been kissing.
Finn's lips were desperate against his own, hands roving across his bare thighs as he reached around to squeeze his ass gently, eliciting a moan from those kiss-swollen red lips.
It was all so spontaneous, neither boy knew what he was doing really but all they knew was that they really, really wanted this.
Kurt's hands gripped at Finn's shoulders, pausing momentarily to nod at his screwed up jeans on the floor behind him.
“Lube...there's some lube in my pocket,” he informed him, quickly stripping Finn's shirt off before dropping his head against his bare shoulder for a few seconds. Finn moved away, quickly going through his pockets without asking, just more determined then before that they were going to do this.
Kurt had been thinking about giving into Blaine, having sex and just getting his first time over with but in the end he hadn't been able to do it.
That had only been an hour or so ago as well.
“What am I doing?” Finn asked as he returned, lubricant in his hand as he blinked down at the smaller brunet. Kurt reached out to take the small bottle, opening it up and squeezing a small amount onto Finn's fingers before he leaned back, lifting his hips as he brought Finn's hand to his entrance. Automatically with his other hand, Finn spread his cheeks apart, holding him steady as with one finger he pushed past that tight ring of muscle. Kurt dropped hold of his hand with a groan, dropping his head back against the wall.
He stretched him out slowly, fingers pushing in one by one, stroking and scissoring, brushing his prostate eventually until Kurt was a whimpering mess beneath him. His cock was practically leaking precome as he begged Finn to just fuck him already.
Finn happily complied.
Quickly he pulled his own half-undone pants off, underwear coming with them before he stepped out of them.
He was so unbelievably hard that he was worried he wouldn't last long, not once he entered Kurt. He moaned quietly as Kurt grabbed the lube again, squeezing some onto his own hands and warming it up slightly before he reached out to apply it to Finn. He stroked him teasingly, mixing his precome with the lubricant to make it slicker. Finn moaned loudly, unable to care what their parents would think if they came home right now.
Finn tugged Kurt's hand away, placing his hands tightly on his narrow hips as he lined himself up with Kurt before he slowly pushed in.
It was tight, tighter then he'd imagined would be good with all the stretching but it was so hot and amazing and mailman, mailman, mailman. Kurt tensed around him and he paused, reaching out to stroke Kurt, whispering to him about how beautiful he was like this and how he just needed to relax.
After some time, Kurt relaxed, rolling his hips gently to draw Finn further into him as he started to push into him.
They moved with a steady rhythm, rolling their hips as Finn thrusted into him, switching angles every now and then until he found that spot that had Kurt moaning again.
Faster.
Harder.
Kurt moaned loudly, spilling over their stomachs without even a hand touching him. The pleasure just overwhelming him as Finn followed suit, filling him with a cry of his name.
They both stayed there for a few moments, Finn loosening his grip as Kurt unwrapped his legs. Finn leaned forward pressing gentle kisses against the bare shoulder that had been revealed as the shirt slipped down it.
“That was...amazing...” Finn murmured, looking up to meet Kurt's sapphire eyes with his own.
Kurt nodded.
“Really was. Better then I'd ever dreamed.”
There was a pause and Finn's lips quirked into that crooked half-smile that made Kurt's stomach flip as usual.
“You dreamed about something like this huh...guess there's a few things you'll probably want to try then,” he commented, moving to pick Kurt up. He squeaked and wrapped his legs tightly around Finn again.
“Guess we better get started then.”
Author: Woodsgal
Fandom: Glee
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2310
Disclaimer: I do not own Glee.
Spoilers/Warnings: Spoilers up to "Original Song" to be safe.
Summary: Kurt Hummel was far from the most sexual person around.
Authors Notes: So I was inspired to write this...well...the first scene when one of the boys apparently got a hard on sitting on the bench during the last football match. Everyone was gossiping about it and yeah....it just...carried on from that ha ha. It's pretty plotless I guess but yeah...porn in the end XD.
Thanks to adeina_rhyddha for betaing.
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Kurt Hummel was far from the most sexual person around.
His thoughts were usually clean, he didn't go around whoring himself out or discussing other people's sex lives and the few times he'd tried to watch porn he could just not get off to it because he'd spent his whole time wondering how they could do that to themselves and what must their parents think.
That didn't mean that he was completely clean-minded though. It wasn't even that he didn't want sex either...he just didn't know that much about it.
And he didn't really want to be with Blaine in that way either...as big as a shock as that would be for the shorter male.
No...there was only one boy he'd thought about that way and well...there had certainly been a fair few... awkward moments.
1.
Oh...wow...
Kurt's cheeks were flushed, pupils blown wide as he stared at the dirt below him. This...he shouldn't be reacting like this. He shouldn't be turned on by some jock tackling him to the ground. There was dirt and it would have been painful if Finn wasn't being careful with where he distributed his weight.
He could feel Finn's groin pressing against his backside, if he shifted a bit then it sent a jolt of pleasure through his body. He was starting to get hard which was...kind of awkward. They were supposed to be practicing football tackles and things.
It wasn't like that thinking about sex was a common occurrence for him either.
But right now, what Kurt wanted more then anything was for the boy above him to rip their pants off and just pound him into the ground. Unfortunately...that wasn't likely to happen.
“You okay dude? You've gone quiet. I didn't squash you did I?”
Finn scrambled up off of him, bending down to meet his gaze as Kurt tried not to groan in disappointment.
“Yeah. I'm just a little winded. Is it okay if we finish for the day?” he asked, trying to keep his voice level as he stilled his hips, wanting nothing more then to rub himself off against something.
“Sure. Same time tomorrow?”
With a nod, Kurt pushed onto his feet, scurrying off towards the changing rooms and the showers before Finn could get a glimpse of his crotch. The tight pants of his football uniform wouldn't exactly hide much after all.
2.
Kurt wasn't a pervert, okay?
Honestly, he wasn't. He hadn't been trying to get their parents together because he had weird, kinky, pseudo-incestuous fantasies about them. He really didn't...well...not when he'd first started planning it anyway.
As he'd stood in front of Finn however, with his fingers curled in the material of his shirt as he fiddled with it, he had a glimpse of what it could be like.
A big brother to look after him when he needed.
Someone he could depend on, who would always be there for him and would love him unconditionally even if they did annoy each other now and then.
But they wouldn't have been related by blood.
They could share a bedroom, mess around together in the kitchen or relax in the garden but none of it would actually make them brothers.
Kurt could lay back on his bed in the basement, could watch Finn get undressed, watch as he came over to join him.
Their lips could meet, hands could explore and everything would just be so perfect.
Finn would fill him every night, grasp gentle as he'd rock them both to orgasm, catching his every moan in his mouth, stifling the sound so their parents wouldn't hear them...
Oh fuck...
He finished their conversation normally but as soon as he was free he rushed to the bathroom to sort himself out.
Even he knew things wouldn't go like that.
3.
Their parents wedding day had been a special occasion, so, to celebrate the boys had been allowed to drink a little with the adults.
The only issue was that Kurt was a lightweight.
He was tipsy quite early into the evening. He'd only sipped one glass throughout the speeches and the first dance. He hadn't wanted to get too sloppy, too early. He'd planned the whole thing and he wanted to make sure everyone was having a good time first.
Family members kept pushing more drinks into his hands though and soon he was swaying happily to himself as he made his way across the dance floor to join Mercedes and Rachel.
An arm looping around his waist stopped him, pulling him into a warm chest as he squeaked quietly. He felt rather then heard the body laugh.
“Having a good evening?”
Kurt nodded, half-turning his body to grin blankly up at Finn.
“Yeah! Everyone's so happy!” he exclaimed, giggling slightly as Finn raised an eyebrow. He leaned in close, their face mere inches apart for a few seconds and part of Kurt's heart jump-started, thinking he was going to kiss him but he just pulled away as he shook his head.
“Dude. How much have you had?”
Shrugging, Kurt tried to slip out of his now-step-brother's grasp as Finn tightened his hold.
“I dunno. Not much. People just kept giving me drinks. Couldn't say no,” he slurred. With a sigh, Finn started to tug Kurt towards the doors. The hall was fair-sized and they had to skirt around the edges as to not get caught by any family but they were soon in the quiet of the hotel lobby. They took the elevator upstairs, Finn pulling the key his mom had given him to the wedding suite she and Burt had rented for the night. Kurt just giggled as he was let inside, ignoring Finn as he shushed him. He felt arms go around him again and this time he was being picked up and dropped onto the king sized bed. The smaller brunet wouldn't let go of Finn though and he pulled him on the bed beside him, giggling as Finn rolled off of him, lying beside him.
They just lay there for a little while, quietly looking at each other in the dim light.
“Kurt...”
Finn reached out, cupping his cheek gently, thumb stroking the soft skin there. It was softer then any of the girl's he knew.
All it would take there would be for Kurt to lean in and kiss him.
Maybe the kissing would transform into something more...
The bed was large and comfortable and they wouldn't be disturbed for a while.
Kurt was willing to give himself over to Finn, right then and there.
He wanted to feel Finn's lips and more...he wanted so much more.
Leaning in slowly, he got a few breaths away before someone jiggled the handle from the outside and Carole popped her head around the door. She looked surprised and a little wary but not angry.
“I thought I might find you two up here. Your friends are looking for you.”
She disappeared after that but it didn't matter.
The moment was gone.
4.
It had been a long day.
It had been up to them to drive everyone home and Kurt had had to put Blaine up in his bed to sleep the drink off. Sure, the party had been fun but now it was over both Kurt and Finn were exhausted.
They'd been slumped together on the sofa after putting Blaine to bed, watching re-runs of old Two and A Half Men episodes as they debated going to bed themselves.
“Wait a second...if Blaine's in your bed then where are you going to sleep?” Finn asked all of a sudden. With sleepy eyes, Kurt turned to look at his step-brother questioningly.
“In my bed with him. Where else?”
Finn frowned.
“Yeah but if he wakes up and tries to...y'know...take advantage of you?”
Kurt shot Finn a funny look, Blaine was way too much of a gentleman to try something like that. Plus they were only friends anyway, especially after his new-found interest in kissing girls.
“I'm pretty sure he won't Finn.”
They lapsed into an awkward silence as they just stared at the television, not really taking in what was going on on-screen.
“Well...how about you share a bed with me instead? I mean...we both know I won't try anything and our parents are less likely to see anything wrong with that...” Finn suggested hesitantly.
Immediately Kurt was bombarded with mental images of Finn in fact trying something and he quickly had to shake his head, cheeks flushed red. Especially as he thought back to the night of their parents wedding.
Couldn't have a repeat of that....
“No, no, it's fine. You'd just hog the sheets anyway and I'm going up now. So goodnight!”
Yeah...it had been a while since he'd had to rush off so quickly...
As he reached his room he couldn't help but wonder as he gazed upon a sleeping Blaine; would he ever get over Finn?
1.
They hadn't meant for it to happen.
Things had been going so well as well.
Clothes were torn off as Finn lifted Kurt up onto the washing machine, the counter-tenor's now bare legs wrapping around Finn's hips, pulling him closer as they kissed roughly.
The laundry room was so small, Kurt had just gotten in from the rain and had pulled an old shirt he'd stolen from Finn on over his own jeans to wash his clothes as he'd dried.
Finn had gone in to check on him, the room was so warm and a smell that was just so completely Kurt overwhelmed his senses.
Before he'd known what he was doing, he'd pulled Kurt back and they'd been kissing.
Finn's lips were desperate against his own, hands roving across his bare thighs as he reached around to squeeze his ass gently, eliciting a moan from those kiss-swollen red lips.
It was all so spontaneous, neither boy knew what he was doing really but all they knew was that they really, really wanted this.
Kurt's hands gripped at Finn's shoulders, pausing momentarily to nod at his screwed up jeans on the floor behind him.
“Lube...there's some lube in my pocket,” he informed him, quickly stripping Finn's shirt off before dropping his head against his bare shoulder for a few seconds. Finn moved away, quickly going through his pockets without asking, just more determined then before that they were going to do this.
Kurt had been thinking about giving into Blaine, having sex and just getting his first time over with but in the end he hadn't been able to do it.
That had only been an hour or so ago as well.
“What am I doing?” Finn asked as he returned, lubricant in his hand as he blinked down at the smaller brunet. Kurt reached out to take the small bottle, opening it up and squeezing a small amount onto Finn's fingers before he leaned back, lifting his hips as he brought Finn's hand to his entrance. Automatically with his other hand, Finn spread his cheeks apart, holding him steady as with one finger he pushed past that tight ring of muscle. Kurt dropped hold of his hand with a groan, dropping his head back against the wall.
He stretched him out slowly, fingers pushing in one by one, stroking and scissoring, brushing his prostate eventually until Kurt was a whimpering mess beneath him. His cock was practically leaking precome as he begged Finn to just fuck him already.
Finn happily complied.
Quickly he pulled his own half-undone pants off, underwear coming with them before he stepped out of them.
He was so unbelievably hard that he was worried he wouldn't last long, not once he entered Kurt. He moaned quietly as Kurt grabbed the lube again, squeezing some onto his own hands and warming it up slightly before he reached out to apply it to Finn. He stroked him teasingly, mixing his precome with the lubricant to make it slicker. Finn moaned loudly, unable to care what their parents would think if they came home right now.
Finn tugged Kurt's hand away, placing his hands tightly on his narrow hips as he lined himself up with Kurt before he slowly pushed in.
It was tight, tighter then he'd imagined would be good with all the stretching but it was so hot and amazing and mailman, mailman, mailman. Kurt tensed around him and he paused, reaching out to stroke Kurt, whispering to him about how beautiful he was like this and how he just needed to relax.
After some time, Kurt relaxed, rolling his hips gently to draw Finn further into him as he started to push into him.
They moved with a steady rhythm, rolling their hips as Finn thrusted into him, switching angles every now and then until he found that spot that had Kurt moaning again.
Faster.
Harder.
Kurt moaned loudly, spilling over their stomachs without even a hand touching him. The pleasure just overwhelming him as Finn followed suit, filling him with a cry of his name.
They both stayed there for a few moments, Finn loosening his grip as Kurt unwrapped his legs. Finn leaned forward pressing gentle kisses against the bare shoulder that had been revealed as the shirt slipped down it.
“That was...amazing...” Finn murmured, looking up to meet Kurt's sapphire eyes with his own.
Kurt nodded.
“Really was. Better then I'd ever dreamed.”
There was a pause and Finn's lips quirked into that crooked half-smile that made Kurt's stomach flip as usual.
“You dreamed about something like this huh...guess there's a few things you'll probably want to try then,” he commented, moving to pick Kurt up. He squeaked and wrapped his legs tightly around Finn again.
“Guess we better get started then.”