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works/128194.
  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Kurt_Hummel/OMC, Finn_Hudson/Kurt_Hummel
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-10-20 Words: 1705
****** Second String ******
by carolinecrane
Summary
     Kurt's come to terms with the fact that he's never going to get what
     he wants. Mostly.
There's a hand pushing under his uniform, big and a little rough and with his
eyes closed it's easy to believe it's Finn. Long fingers splay across his
stomach, and heat radiates from the palm pressing against his skin. But the
voice isn't quite right, and when he hears the words I saw you watching me
whispered near his ear, Kurt opens his eyes.
From across the field he'd looked a little like Finn. Close up the differences
are more pronounced; his hair's too dark, and his cheeks don't have the
permanent flush that deepens when Finn gets angry or uncomfortable. Kurt's
spent a lot of time wondering just how far down Finn's blush goes, watched it
creep down his neck and disappear below his collar and he wonders if it stops
at his chest or keeps going.
He's come to terms with the fact that he'll never find out, more or less. It
took some time, but Kurt's accepted that Finn will never be more than…whatever
it is Finn is to him. They're hardly friends, not exactly brothers, but they're
more than mere teammates. They share glee club and they share football – sort
of, anyway – and they share a room, share the knowledge that Kurt will always
want something that he can't have. So if he indulges in a little fantasy here
and there…well, it's not really hurting anyone.
"You look like someone I know," he says, in answer to what wasn't really a
question. The football player mouthing his way along Kurt's neck looks up at
the sound of his voice, a slow smile spreading across his face that reminds
Kurt more of Puck than Finn.
"Yeah? That why you followed me back here? Can't have what you want?" he asks,
pressing a little closer when Kurt stiffens under him. "It doesn't bother me,"
he adds, and a knee presses between Kurt's legs, forcing them apart. "Pretend
whatever you want."
He's not stupid, Kurt thinks as a mouth presses against his, then a tongue
presses past his teeth and Kurt can't think about anything except for the fact
that he's being kissed for the first time. Someone moans and he realizes the
sound came from his own throat, blushing hot at the realization that he's
grinding against this total stranger's thigh like he has no dignity at all.
Well. He's not a stranger, exactly. Kurt knows what school he goes to, knows he
plays football and that he's not as dumb as Kurt expected him to be. But Kurt
doesn't know his name, and he doesn't really care to find out. Instead he
closes his eyes as a hand slides inside his pants this time, cupping his
erection and stroking roughly.
Kurt's panting against the mouth still pressed against his, hands gripping
broad shoulders as he thrusts harder and harder into the hand working his cock.
It's the first time anyone's touched him, unless he counts that one disastrous
evening with Brittany, but he tries not to think about that if he can help it.
And this doesn't even compare to Brittany, because she was soft and curvy and
the body pressed against him right now is all sharp angles and hard muscle,
harsh grunts against his mouth and when the hand on him grips just a little
tighter, Kurt lets out a gasp and comes.
He keeps his eyes closed as he catches his breath, and this time when that
voice whispers in his ear again, Kurt can almost pretend it sounds just like
Finn.
"You've got a nice mouth," he says. "I bet it would look even better wrapped
around my dick."
And it's not like he hasn't thought about it a thousand times, about dropping
to his knees and showing Finn just how good Kurt can make him feel. But he's
never actually done it, and panic rises in him as the hand leaves his slowly
softening cock. Then his pants slide down his hips, stopping at the top of his
thighs. His back's pressed hard against the stall of whatever bathroom he
followed Finn's not-quite-twin into in the first place, and he suspects the
only thing keeping him standing is the body still pressed hard against him.
Kurt opens his eyes, lips parted to stammer some excuse or maybe just to say
okay or God, yes, but when he sees the football player working open his uniform
to pull out a cup and then a respectable erection, Kurt forgets how to talk.
He feels his own cock respond, twitching with renewed interest already. It's
not lost on his companion, who flashes another cocky grin and leans close
again. "You know, I've never fucked a cheerleader before."
"First time for everything," Kurt murmurs idiotically, but it doesn't matter
that he sounds like a…well, like a meathead football player, because he's being
kissed again before he even finishes the sentence.
Hard heat thrusts against him and Kurt thrusts back, hands gripping the other
boy's hips now to keep his balance. His eyes flutter closed, and he lets out
another gasp when hands push between the wall and his body to grip his ass. He
imagines letting this person push inside him and moans again, grinding between
the fingers digging into his ass and the cock sliding against his own.
Kurt pictures being flipped around, imagines Finn's determined expression as he
pushes Kurt's face into the stall and kicks his legs apart. A shudder rolls
through his entire body at the thought, and he wonders wildly what he'd say if
this person who isn't Finn turned him around instead. There's a part of him
that wishes he could find out, that wishes he had the words to voice what he
can only imagine.
Instead he pants through each thrust, one hand sliding through thick, too-dark
hair as a mouth latches onto his neck and sucks hard. Marking him, and Kurt
knows he should stop it before it's too late, but he doesn't want to. He
doesn't think about the questions he'll have to answer on the bus on the way
back to school, or about the fact that he'll have to wear turtlenecks for a
week to hide the evidence.
He's not thinking about anything but the pressure building in the pit of his
stomach for the second time in less than twenty minutes. Maybe that makes him
as big a slut as Santana; maybe later he'll even care. Right now all he can
think about is the mouth still moving on his neck and the cock thrusting
clumsily against him, bringing him just close enough to the edge to make him
crazy.
Before he realizes what he's doing Kurt reaches between them, wrapping his hand
as far around them both as he can. He feels a groan vibrate against his neck
before he hears it, then a hand wraps around his to stroke hard. Their hands
move together, Kurt's more delicate grip trapped under long fingers that until
a moment ago had been clamped so hard on his ass he has a feeling he's going to
be able to see the marks in the morning.
That thought sends another jolt of desire through him and he thrusts up a
little more wildly, the hand wrapped around them both answering by picking up
speed. Kurt feels his knees start to give and twists his fingers hard in the
fabric of the other boy's uniform shirt with his free hand.
Then the mouth leaves his neck to press against his lips again, panting against
him as they stroke harder and harder, one last time before the body pressed
against him tenses and Kurt feels wet heat spread across his stomach. The hand
wrapped around them keeps moving, fingers slick and when a thumb slides across
the tip of his cock Kurt's breath catches in a quiet 'oh' and he comes for the
second time.
An arm catches him around the waist to hold him up, and Kurt keeps his eyes
closed as rough lips press against his again. The kiss is surprisingly soft,
almost tender, and if he keeps his eyes shut tight maybe he can pretend that
this is how Finn might kiss him, in some other universe where Kurt actually
gets what he wants for once.
But he can't stay like this forever, with his pants down around his thighs and
his eyes closed in some bathroom at a school he doesn't go to. Mercedes is
probably already looking for him, and he can't let her or anyone else find him
like this. So he forces his eyes open, taking in the sight of a boy who really
doesn't look much like Finn at all now. His pupils are blown and he's grinning
again, and from this close up that grin sort of makes it look like he's
thinking about swallowing Kurt whole. Then he steps back and tucks himself into
his football uniform, and Kurt pulls himself together long enough to reach for
some toilet paper.
He wipes come off his stomach and his cock, then he slides his cheerleading
uniform back up his hips and smoothes his top back down into place over his
stomach. When he looks up again the other boy's still there, and suddenly Kurt
wishes he'd just go away.
"I should get back," Kurt says without quite meeting his gaze. "They'll be
looking for me."
"Yeah, sure," he answers, still watching Kurt as he lifts his thumb absently to
his mouth and slides the tip between his lips. He sucks at his skin for a
moment and Kurt can't help wondering if he's tasting Kurt, feels another
shudder of desire roll through him and pushes himself away from the wall with
an effort.
He opens his mouth to say something else, but thanks seems a little ridiculous,
and he's fairly sure they're past the point of have a nice life. So he closes
his mouth again and pulls the door open, edging past the much larger chest
taking up most of the space in the stall.
"See you around," that voice that doesn't sound a thing like Finn calls after
him, and Kurt blushes as he finds himself hoping that he will.
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