Finn hadn't been expecting such a bold move from Ryan so quickly. His breath caught in his throat and he visibly stiffened at the brush of Ryan's hand only to relax a moment later when he realized that his body welcomed the attention. How many times in the past few weeks had he wished Kurt would touch him? Thinking of his stepbrother made Finn slug back a large gulp of beer. "Well, I've been missing out on a lot of fun lately," he decided, glancing down at Ryan's hand. "Maybe you can help me make up for lost time?" Already buzzed and his judgment askew, Finn somehow managed to confess, "I've... ah... only ever made out with one other guy before..." //And that time I was drunk, too.//

"I think you'll be pleased to find that lips and tongues are relatively universal and gender non-specific," Ryan answered, apparently unbothered by the confession. He truly wasn't surprised to learn that Finn didn't have a lot of experience with guys. Most of the cute jock types that Ryan had hooked up with were in the same boat - either closeted or just looking to try a little something different. That was fine by him. He didn't want to run off and marry any of them any more than they wanted to run off and marry him. A little making out, groping, more if they ended up being rather good at either of the first two was all he asked. "Just tell me if it hurts. I'd hate to set back your recovery." Ryan smiled and leaned over, his lips seeking Finn's out until they touched together almost delicately, testing the waters.

Ryan's mouth was unbelievably soft and tasted impossibly sweet. He moaned into the kiss, amazed at how easy it was to quit worrying and give into his desires. His uninjured arm swept up, his hand cradling the back of Ryan's head as if afraid the other boy might wriggle free of the intoxicating kiss. Finn's pulse roared in his ears. He hadn't felt this good since the last time he was with Kurt. //Kurt...// With his eyes closed, Finn could pretend it was Kurt he was kissing, feeling pressed close against him. A moan burst free, and Finn intensified the contact.

Apparently Finn wasn't really going to take any convincing at all. It seemed that the young man was desperate for more. Ryan pulled his lips away from his partner’s to let them move over Finn's jawline instead. "Tell me... this other boy... what did he do to you?" The words were a low, sexy purr, and when he didn't get a quick response, Ryan tried a different track. "What did you want him to do to you, Finn?"

Finn's vision blurred, he would have sworn on a stack of bibles it was Kurt hovering like a sensual specter before him. He gave a token whimper at the loss of contact, but then the vision asked him what he wanted, Finn answered in a lust-clotted tone, "To touch me... to want me... God, anything..." Heedless of his injuries, he lunged forward and covered Ryan's mouth with his own. Finn kissed him ravenously, snaking his tongue between those delicious soft lips and plunging inside. //Kurt...//

Ryan moaned at the contact and allowed Finn to take the lead for the moment. Whatever fantasy was playing out for him, it was apparently a good one. //I can work with that.// Certainly he didn't mind playing someone's fantasy date. It was sort of flattering, actually. Since touch was part of Finn's request, Ryan's hands slid behind the other boy's head, clasped at the back of his neck. He'd thought of trying to inch Finn's shirt up a bit, but there was no rush. They had all evening to play.

His senses too fuzzy to question Kurt's change of heart, Finn reveled in the attention his stepbrother was suddenly bestowing upon him. Even if he had realized it was Ryan he was passionately kissing, he was too far gone to stop. His tongue caressed the delicious cavern which opened invitingly for him, darting all around in a heated effort to taste every last inch. //Don't stop... Don't stop kissing me... Not this time...// Finn silently pleaded. Another muffled groan and his one good hand came down to rest on Ryan's costume. He tugged in a desperate bid to feel the other boy's bare skin.

"Afraid it's a bit tight to pull down," Ryan murmured against the other boy's neck, "but it can come up... or off." Frankly he didn't mind either option. The worst case scenario was someone walking in, and that was their problem, not his. People needed to learn to respect a dark room at a party - especially if it was already occupied.

Off sounded like the best option to Finn, who fairly thrummed with excitement over the prospect of touching the other boy's bare skin. He moaned softly as Ryan's lips brushed against his throat, and a visible shiver of desire coursed over his body. The spiked punch had dulled Finn's pain as well as unchaining his inhibitions. "Off... please?" he murmured, no longer caring if anyone caught him making out with another boy.

Ryan heard something behind them and turned but found that they still seemed to be alone. Satisfied that no one was actually going to ruin their fun, he scooted away just a bit and shucked the dress. He'd lost the wings and halo as soon as they'd gotten into the room, and now he straddled Finn's lap in nothing but a pair of white briefs. "More like this?" he purred with a smile before grabbing Finn's hands and putting them on his waist.

"Exactly like that," Finn rasped, caressing the waistband of Ryan's briefs. His eyes, dark and whirling with alcohol fueled lust, widened as the other boy's features phased between Ryan's and Kurt's. Painfully hard by now, he ground his hips against that warm, firm bottom pressing against his trapped length. "Feels s'good..." Finn slurred his word, leaning forward to kiss Ryan's neck. He nipped at the sensitive flesh before sucking it into his mouth.

Ryan rocked his hips and sighed at the feeling of it. "So hard for me..." He was beginning to wish that the accident had done less of a number on Finn because there were quite a few things he would have liked to do with the jock that would involve having a far greater range of motion. //Have to work with what I've got,// he thought ruefully before grinding down hard against the other boy. Even without any acrobatics, it was a heady thing to see the effect that he was having on Finn without doing much of anything. "What do you want me to do to you, Finn? I want to hear you say it."

Finn had always been bashful when speaking his mind about intimate matters. Of course he talked big in the locker room - that was sort of the 'guy code' - but in private, it was a whole different story. Thanks to the effects of the spiked punch, whatever hang ups Finn might have had evaporated and he whispered earnestly, "I want to feel your mouth on me... I want you to suck me... please?" His fantasy of Kurt's lips caressing his aching arousal played vividly in his mind, and Finn was dying to make it a reality.

"Mmm... gladly." What Ryan could feel was more than promising. Though the cast meant that taking off Finn's pants entirely was far too annoying to be worth it, there was something to be said for the immediacy of just jerking open his fly and going for it, which was precisely what Ryan did. He wondered how many times Finn had gotten the same treatment from girls. Judging from his reactions to everything so far, Ryan was willing to bet not many. The thought was doubly exciting, and he hollowed his cheeks, taking every last inch with practiced ease.

"Ohhh god!" Finn gasped. Shocked by the incredible feeling of that wet, silky mouth taking his entire length deep, Finn nearly came unglued. Ryan - or Kurt in Finn's intoxicated mind - devoured his thick arousal in a way he'd never dreamed possible. The other boy sucked him hard and with unbelievable passion, quickly plunging Finn into a frenzy of hot, throbbing lust. "Oh god... Oh god, yes!" he panted, holding Ryan's bobbing head in his quivering hand and pushing up into his wonderful mouth.

Ryan hadn't really expected Finn to manage the wherewithal to take charge at all and was pleased by his eager response. He sucked harder and then ran his tongue seductively along the underside of the other boy's cock. He didn't care about Finn lasting. The truth was that as sloshed as Finn was, he half expected the other teen to pass out at any minute. Eager to at least get a quick handjob in himself before that time came, he flicked his gaze up to Finn's face in the dark room and watched closely.

Finn's fingers itched with temptation as they brushed through Ryan's hair. He wanted to touch the other boy, to feel him and to give him just as much pleasure as he was feeling. Dangerously close to spilling himself, Finn caressed his way down the length of Ryan's warm, smooth body until he reached the waistband of his briefs. A moment's hesitation... then his hand was diving into the white cloth, marveling at Ryan's firm, round ass. Having never touched another guy before, it was new and exciting and Finn groaned as his digits roamed over Ryan's hips and brushed his straining length.

The angle was awkward, but it didn't really matter. The touch still felt amazing, and Ryan let his pleasure hum through the cock in his mouth. Finn was letting him be the first to introduce him to a whole new world, and no matter how unlikely Ryan thought it was that they'd be repeating the rendezvous, he wanted them both to have fun. Finally he broke off and moved away, batting Finn's hands away when he protested. "Patience," Ryan commanded imperiously before he climbed onto the other boy's lap again. Their hard lengths brushed together, and he sighed at the contact before grabbing Finn's hand and wrapping it around both of them at once. "How's that?"

It felt absolutely fucking amazing! As badly as Finn had ached when Ryan withdrew his luscious mouth, he was more than content with the new sensation flaring even more pleasure through his body. With Kurt he had often imagined what it might feel like to touch and explore him, but this blew away even his most heated fantasies. "Don't stop," he begged, drawing Ryan into another breathless kiss. Moaning softly, Finn's lust continued to build as he found himself touching another boy's hard cock for the first time. Something that had once seemed forbidden was suddenly wonderfully natural, and he relished the feel of the velvety hardness pulsing rapidly against his own.

The sound of drunken giggling passed by the door, but Ryan ignored it. He imagined they'd gotten an eyeful, but he didn't care. Apparently Finn didn't either given the look of glassy-eyed pleasure on his face. They rutted against each other without any apparent shame. Soon Ryan felt himself edging closer to release. He broke the kiss and met Finn's gaze again. "You gonna cum for me, baby? I want to cum for you. Do you want that?"

"Yes," Finn gasped, his chest heaving and his hips grinding feverishly. His hand blurred as he pumped their lengths together. How anything could feel this incredible was beyond Finn. Swelling as if to burst, his cock blushed with heat and the tip flared as copious amounts of precum flooded out and over onto Ryan's. "I want you," he panted, "I want you so much..." //Kurt... Kurt...// All he could see was his stepbrother before him, writhing and thrusting, begging him to surrender to the ecstasy building to a crescendo within his aching body. That visual brought Finn to a sharp, convulsive orgasm. He cried out, coming in torrents, his hips quaking and jerking as he pushed his flexing cock against Ryan's.

Ryan's hand joined the fray, and it took very little before he was clutching at Finn's good shoulder with his free hand and gasping out his own climax. It felt so good to let go of the tension that had been building, and he sighed as they both found that perfect moment. "Fuck, Finn," he breathed, nipping at the other boy's ear and finally letting his hand still. Maybe the guy would be good for more than one round if the opportunity arose. The young man drew back with a smile and casually climbed off of Finn's lap. He looked around and, seeing no real alternatives, finally just used his underwear to clean them both up. If someone realized he was going commando, that would be their problem. "Enjoy yourself?"

Despite recovering from the cataclysmic orgasm, Finn's sexual hunger had only increased. His cock remained stiff and throbbed angrily, refusing to be sated. "Yeah, god... that was amazing," he panted, his head lolling drunkenly. Finn reached out with his good arm, trying to drag Ryan closer again. "I've never cum," he blushed, which seemed a very silly thing to do considering what had only just happened, "so hard in my life."

"Flatterer. Luckily, I love flattery." Ryan reached out and gave Finn's length a long stroke. "I love a man with stamina too... we may have to do this again sometime." He ran a hand through his hair as he rummaged around on the floor for his costume and began putting it back together. They'd have another session or two together at the hospital. Maybe they could sneak away for some fun in an empty room or a bathroom stall or something. There were options. Ryan gave the other teen a sidelong look. "Need any help getting presentable again?"

"Wha-?" Finn glanced down and another rush of heat filled his already flushed features. "Erm, yeah - please?" Still wildly aroused, he hated for Ryan to get redressed let alone cover himself up again. It was shocking to think of what he'd just shared with this other boy but not at all unpleasant. It had been an incredible experience, one that he'd longed to share with Kurt. During that moment Ryan had been Kurt at least in Finn’s mind, and it had been the happiest Finn had felt in a long, long time. "I kind of wish we didn't have to stop."

"Unfortunately for both of us, I have a curfew thanks to my less than stellar driving record," Ryan explained with a scowl. He was pleased at how eager Finn seemed for a repeat. The young man leaned over and gave Finn a lingering kiss. "I'll see you Tuesday and we can... catch up." With that, Ryan gave his partner in crime a wink and sauntered out of the room.

Finn only vaguely registered the promised future meeting. He watched blearily as Ryan flounced away from him, already feeling the ache of loneliness returning. Tuesday seemed a long time away, even for someone as drunk as Finn Hudson. Disoriented and lightheaded, he couldn't even get a firm handle on his crutches. There wasn't a chance of getting up off the sofa, at least not without a little help.