yeah, i know, clearly, considering im not a c anymore
Oops. :/ That’s my buddy’s name and I took it to play Finn but I’m Elliott and I played Sam and I joined as Finn too because I really wanted to do Kinn because PAIGE IS A FUCKING AMAZING ROLEPLAYER.
WELL DEN. I did that on an RP. Ider my alias.
But, ohai duhr Elliot. Why danke, I take pride in muh grammar skillz.
“That’s not what I’m saying!” Finn raised his voice, because Kurt was doing it and it was making him get nervous. “I’m not saying you’re a big slut, Kurt! Stop saying that about yourself okay!?” He groaned, grabbing at his hair in irritation. “I’m trying to say that this is just weird stuff and I don’t know how to take it in, alright!?” He stepped back, looking at the pasta and sighing. “I don’t know what I’m feeling but I’m not saying you’re a slut, Kurt. I would never say that about you! Everyone gets confused about stuff. I’ve done stuff I’m not proud of too, okay? I get it. I’m not judging you!”
He sighed softly. “I’m sorry. I have trouble talking about stuff sometimes, Kurt. I didn’t mean to make you upset.”
“For Pete sakes, Finnagen! You had sex with Santana! I mean c’mon! You cannot j——” he bit his lip, realizing that Finn wasn’t actually looking to start anything with him. “I—— oh…… I— I am though, I cheated on Blaine with Sebastian, pretty sure that, that makes me a slut.” he sighed, groaning in frustration. “I—- it’s fine…. let’s just pretend none of this ever happened…. alright? It didn’t happen, we didn’t just scream at each other, and I’m still a slut, so slut-shame me already, say once a cheater always a cheater, because I deserve it.”
Finn shook his head. “No! I didn’t say that!” he said, reaching over and putting his hands over Kurt’s on the strainer. “Seriously dude, that’s not what I meant. It’s just… I mean. You’re like… I’ve always seen you as this little guy and you’re bigger and… doing sexy things… and…” Finn’s eyes widened as he realized how that might sound. “Uhhh I mean, sexy things with like this Sebastian guy! And your boyfriend! Not sexy like, a turn on, I mean I don’t…” Finn grabbed the handle of the strainer and started flipping the pasta to get the water out.
“Okay how’s the chicken going?” He asked, looking down into the stove. “You thirsty? I’ll get you a drink.” He said, panicking and forgetting that he’d already given Kurt the hot chocolate drink.
Kurt rolled his eyes, feeling Finn’s hands on his. “I’m not some little dude, I’m a man, I’m 17 years old, I’m older than you! I’ve been older than you! I’ll always BE older than you!” he scoffed at the sexy comments, and the fact that he had to mention Sebastian’s name. “What are you, Finn Hudson, my father?! Are you trying to dictate what I can do what I can’t do?! I know I’m a big slut and that this is really distasteful, but I don’t need my own BROTHER constantly remind me of it!” he sighed, taking care of the rest of the food. “I have a drink, thank you.”
Kurt was still blushing, extremely embarrassed that he had just shared the makings of his sex life with his brother. “I—- yeah…. it was crazy…… it really was… but— Blaine’s the only man in my life right now, and he’s good, I like his kissing, we’re good. That’s the way it needs to be, and the way that it should be.” he sighed, laughing at him tasting the pasta. Kurt was just waiting for his chicken to finish cooking, having already put it in the oven. “It’s—— cooking, I think…. like it’s supposed to…”
Finn groaned, shaking his head. He didn’t want to hear about Kurt and Blaine’s good kisses. He walked to the stove and stirred the pasta again, checking it. “That’s cool man.” He said, hoping to get to a new subject. But he didn’t know what to switch it to. Because really, he didn’t want to know about Kurt and Blaine and their sex life and all the things Kurt did and how much he was in love with his boyfriend. He really didn’t want to know. It wasn’t the gay part it was the… Kurt touching people part.
He turned back to the stove. “Okay, they’re ready. We gotta mix them with the sauce though right?” Finn asked, unable to stop zeroing in on those damn hickeys.
“Sorry….” he said, helping Finn with the pasta before nodding, noticing that it was done. He didn’t mean to get into a conversation of his frequently active and born sex life, but—— it just happened. When Kurt looked over, he caught Finn staring at his neck, and wanted to slap him. “Can you stop staring at the marks on my neck? I fucked up. I cheated, I’m a whore, I get it, stop staring.” he slammed the colander on the counter and drained the pasta into the sink, with no help from Finn.
“Are you sure, baby? I can stop.” he whispered. But he doesn’t want to stop. He wants to keep doing this to Kurt. Blaine took off Kurt’s shirt and admired his body, even if it had hickeys on it. “You’re really beautiful, Kurt.” Blaine said lovingly. He continued rubbing his nipple, while licking down his chest. He gave little kisses around his chest. He trailed back up and kissed Kurt’s jawline.
Kurt shook his head, lifting his arms so that Blaine could get his shirt off, shivering at the cold before he heard Blaine speak. “I——- thank you… you’re——- rather handsome…….” he said, smiling before throwing his head back slowly when he played with his nipple, well how was he supposed to talk if Blaine was doing that? “I——- we can…. we can continue…. but—- we need to stop… soon…….” he moved to kiss him deeply again.
Kurt sighed, embarrassed. “I did… n—-nothing more than heavy making out though… petting I think one would call it….” he bit his lip, blushing like mad, “Can you not see the marks all over my neck? They aren’t all Sebastian, but—- still…..” he groaned, embarrassed. “I wasn’t confused about feelings, it just—- happened… Sebastian was drowning his sorrows in a little bit of the ol’ liquid confidence and I wasn’t going to just watch him do that, his brother left and we made out in his attic.” Kurt was still blushing. “He’s uh…. somebody from another school’s Glee club….. he’s—- really good looking, but that’s besides the point, I enjoyed last night, but I enjoyed today more.” he sighed, referring to his make-out session with Blaine earlier.
Finn’s eyes went wide. Heavy petting… oh god. Kurt was like, making out with guys. And yeah, he knew Kurt made out with Blaine and that sorta bothered him. Not because it was two guys but because it was Kurt and Kurt was doing things! With other guys! He tried to figure out how a normal brother was supposed to react to this stuff. “Uh… wow. Sounds… pretty crazy.” He laughed nervously and stirred the ziti, taking one out and chewing it, trying it out. “Still a little hard.” He mumbled, looking around and taking another big sip of his drink.
Wow. So Kurt was like, doing stuff. With guys. And getting hickeys and lovebites all over his neck. And… guys were kissing him. And touching him. Finn bit his lip, unsure of what to say. “How’s the chicken coming?” He asked quickly.
Kurt was still blushing, extremely embarrassed that he had just shared the makings of his sex life with his brother. “I—- yeah…. it was crazy…… it really was… but— Blaine’s the only man in my life right now, and he’s good, I like his kissing, we’re good. That’s the way it needs to be, and the way that it should be.” he sighed, laughing at him tasting the pasta. Kurt was just waiting for his chicken to finish cooking, having already put it in the oven. “It’s—— cooking, I think…. like it’s supposed to…”
“Sorry.” Blaine said. He moved to a different part of Kurt’s neck and made his own hickeys. He had his hand way up the shirt, rubbing his fingers over Kurt’s nipple. He kissed Kurt again sloppily and bit his bottom lip and sucked his tongue. His other hand rested on Kurt’s back, supporting him and leaving scratching lightly against the porcealin skin.
Kurt moaned even louder, throwing his head back a bit like a whore. It felt so good, what Blaine was doing. The hand over his nipple made him shudder, arching his back slightly before he was kissing Blaine again, nothing neat about it, yet somehow, still sweetly. When he felt him bite down, he whimpered slightly, moaning into the deeper kissing. Then he felt something new, scratching at his back, and oh god, he’d have light marks from this later, but it was great. “F—-fuck…. babe….. fucking……” he groaned again.
Blaine pulled away from Kurt and looked at him with lust-filled eyes. “You wanna stop?” He breathed out, he kissed him again, this time the kiss was filled with passion and love. He continued to scratch Kurt’s back, moaning everytime Kurt arched his back. He straddled Kurt again and moved his hand that was under his shirt to Kurt’s other nipple, moaning as he rubs his index finger.
Kurt shook his head, before realizing that if he didn’t speak up, it was technically rape. “Mmm, no… not yet… please not yet…..” he said, kissing him back passionately and groaning into the man’s mouth at the scratching. His finger rubbing on his nipple was almost too much to bear, feeling himself becoming aroused and kissing him even harder, needier.
