Everett was bored. He had actually managed to polish off writing three songs in one night and was riding the high of the accomplishment, but it was no fun without anybody to share it with. He'd called Blaine, but the call had gone straight through to voicemail. Same story with his bandmates. On the verge of giving up altogether, Everett dialed his on-again off-again boyfriend instead. Things between them weren't perfect. They lived in different worlds socially, had mostly divergent interests, but when they got together, the sparks were undeniable. Besides, the guy was hung like a horse and sucked cock like he was born to do it. As far as Ev was concerned, that qualified him for hall of fame boyfriend status whether he worked too much and refused to go out in public together much or not.

The phone started to ring, and he breathed a sigh of relief that at the very least he'd get the chance to leave a voice mail smutty enough to make Finn blush right to the tips of his toes. The idea brought a smile to Ev's face, and he threw himself back on the couch and waited.

When Everett answered the phone, Finn struggled to find the right words and instead burst out, "Dude, you need to change careers--seriously. You'd make a fortune as a phone sex operator." Everett's voice never failed to arouse him, even as Finn continued to flush hotly from the other man's lurid message. He could already feel himself hardening, making a mental note not to listen to his voicemail while at work.

"That is all well and good," Everett agreed with a sigh, "but you're not supposed to be appreciative, you're supposed to be here. Unless there was some part of 'I'm so hard for you I can hardly stand it' that was unclear. Because I can definitely clarify." And maybe originally the talk had just been a way to capture Finn's attention, but it had only taken a few syllables along with the memories they awoke before he really was hard as a rock and wishing Finn would just ditch whatever paperwork or other exciting ventures he had planned for the afternoon and just get there already.

The stirring in Finn's pants increased, and he raised a silent prayer for the cubicle that sheltered him from the rest of the office's view. His job was the epitome of mundane and absolutely the last thing Finn Hudson had envisaged himself doing. But, the football scholarship had fallen through and a 9 to 5 desk job was the only way he could make ends meet. "I think I can get away early," he whispered into the phone. "Wait for me?"

"That's no fun," Everette protested, but he was smiling already. "Hurry, huh? You know that patience is not my strong suit. Or my suit at all. Actually, I don't do suits, so get that sexy little ass of yours over here as soon as possible." Sure that Finn understood despite his rambling, Everett cut the call off. If they kept talking, he knew he would grow more insistent. The more he heard the slight deepening of Finn's voice, the more he would want to hear the man moan. Neither would help toward the end of waiting.

Finn closed up shop, and driving as quickly and as legally as he could, made his way to Everett's place. He'd been achingly hard since hearing the other man's lurid message, and his condition worsened the more he thought about Everett. He knocked on the door, feeling like a nervous first-time teenager despite the wild, raw sex he and Everett often engaged in. The memory of those times together made Finn's pulse race, and he knocked again... more insistently this time.

"Coming... fuck! Coming." Everett very nearly tripped over his own end table as he stumbled up from the couch to answer the door. He muttered something under his breath about how it had better be Finn. None of his neighbors deserved the view. He wore nothing but his boxers and hadn't been anything but desperately hard since they got off the phone early. Only sheer force of will had kept him from giving up entirely on trying to wait for his partner to get a start on things.

Although Finn kept his man-on-man encounters on the down-low, he would have happily jumped Everett's bones right there in the hall the second the door flew open and the other man stood before him. Finn towered over Everett, drinking in his wanton appearance. "Damn," he muttered under his breath. Not wasting a moment, the former jock swooped in and kissed Everett hungrily, kicking the door shut and driving his partner toward the couch.

Everett groaned, hands gripping the lapels of Finn's blazer desperately. When his legs hit the back of the couch, he finally took the opportunity to begin divesting the other man of some of the layers of clothing he wore. "Stupid fucking clothes," he muttered petulantly while working them free of the other man's tall frame. "Suck me. Please, Finn?" Everett's hands were on the man's shoulders, pressing downward while he gazed into his lover's eyes. They hadn't seen each other in almost a week, and since Everett considered them to be more or less exclusive, he'd had only his own company in that time - a situation he was not even a little bit pleased with.

"You don't have to ask me twice..." Finn all but tore Everett's boxers away, revealing the other man's mouthwatering arousal. Thick and long, that gorgeous cock jutted out before him, blushing with need. Finn's tongue flicked out, tasting a silvery strand of precum that clung to the flaring tip. Moaning as he relished the flavor of Everett's desire, his dark gaze focused on the other man's handsome face as he slowly parted his lips and took him inside his eager mouth.

At first Everett hadn't been sure about dating someone who worked with his brother. There was something odd and awkward about it. Fortunately Finn had been persuasive in all the right ways because Everett had never been with anyone who was quite so deliciously eager. It didn't really matter that they didn't go on dates or that Finn wouldn't let him be anything but a "bro" in public. It didn't. "That... that is just what I needed," he agreed, head flung back and one hand clasped to the back of Finn's skull.

After high school Finn Hudson had discovered he had a sexual appetite for men. Having denied his feelings for many years, to the point of angrily rebuffing his stepbrother Kurt Hummel's advances, Finn found himself happier with his life than he could ever remember being. Of course he wasn't publicly out of the closet, but he on-again-off-again relationship with Everett more than fulfilled his needs. He deep-throated the other man as if he'd been born to it. And Everett wasn't exactly easy to swallow down. His cock was huge, long and fat, and Finn relished the feel of it pulsing out its desire on his tongue.

"How do you want it tonight, baby?" Everett whispered as he thrust shallowly into the other man's mouth. "Do you want me inside you, or do you want to fuck me?" He frankly didn't care either way. They'd perfected the hot, dirty potential of both options, and Ev knew that Finn was more than capable of satisfying him either way. After a long day of wanting, he just needed something even if it was nothing more than exchanged blow jobs. He hoped to entice Finn to stay for the night, but that was a long shot sometimes. Finn had appearances to keep up, annoying as it was, and he didn't always let himself give in as thoroughly as either of them wanted.

Worked up to an insane degree by Everett's heated voice message, Finn was more than willing to take his time and indulge himself. Ev's cock slipped from his mouth, glistening like a monstrous sea slug. Finn made a show of licking his down the pulsing underside, before swirling his tongue over sensitive balls. His eyebrows arched, he told Everett in a raspy voice, "I think you deserve a nice, hard fucking after that phone call. Don't you?" He grabbed the other man's hips, abruptly turning him around and forcing him to bend over the arm of the sofa. Finn lunged at Ev's gorgeous ass, peppering those delectable moons with hungry kisses.

"Yes. Yes, I do... yes..." Everett bent over the couch gladly. It certainly wouldn't be the first time that they'd made a war zone out of the living room. He kind of liked it, actually. Half the time he fell asleep on the couch after a long night of attempting creativity anyway, and having the place smell like sex was oddly comforting. He liked wrapping himself up in the afghans that were usually draped haphazardly over the worn fabric to find that they still smelled of Finn's cologne.

Everett possessed the plumpest, manliest, furriest ass Finn had ever laid eyes on. It was the epitome of sexy, and the mere thought of it could send the former jock into paroxysms of reckless ecstasy. His tongue swabbed a path over those mesmerizing globes of flesh. "You love teasing me, don't you Ev?" He nipped at his ass. "Damn near making me cum at my desk." Finn pried those gorgeous moons apart, his own cock leaping in his pants at the sight of that twitching opening. "Making me hard for you..." He lapped at that tight ring of muscle, knowing full well the effect it would have on Everett.

"Yeah... yes... oh, fuck, you have no idea how hot I get thinking that you're sitting there just waiting... fantasizing about it." Everett twisted against the couch, suddenly glad that it was so old. The fabric was too worn to be scratchy as his cock rubbed across it in a desperate search for enough friction to really think about getting off. "Thinking about you driving over here and trying to keep from touching yourself... waiting until... oh, god... until we can cum together." He groaned loudly. If the neighbors minded the noise, they'd never said so. In fact he'd gotten a knowing wink from one of the ladies next door when he'd bid Finn good night after a particularly vocal evening in which they'd done their damnedest to christen every surface in the house.

Everett's wild state of arousal was infectious, and Finn completely buried his face between those jutting mounds of flesh. He gripped his lover's hips tightly, holding him in place as he licked his way even further into that deliciously hot passage. Often thinking he could easily come from Everett riding his tongue alone, Finn devoured the other man like a rabid animal. No one had the right to taste this good, and he drank his fill of him. Finally, gasping for breath, Finn withdrew and breached that quivering opening with his index finger. "God damn, Ev," he murmured between nips of that glorious backside. "How can you be so fucking tight?"

"You're not over often enough," Everett grumbled even as he pushed himself back against Finn's finger. "Fuck, more. Please?" He licked his lips and barely kept his muscles from shaking as he waited for Finn to give in, panting at the anticipation of what was to come. "Please, Finn... c'mon, baby, get me opened up so I can take that big, hard cock of yours. You can make me scream, give the neighbors something to talk about tomorrow." He'd never been good at shutting up. Blaine was the quiet one - at least comparatively - and Ev's mouth kept right on going unless it was otherwise engaged.

Finn was right; Everett would make one hell of a phone sex operator. But, then again, he wasn't quite willing to share the other man with anyone... Even if it was only in voice. "Shh, baby," he soothed, working his long, thick fingers in and out of Everett's grasping channel. "We haven't even started yet. You're going to scream, I promise." While he worked to free himself of his coat with his free hand, Finn dipped his head beneath Ev's quivering thighs and licked teasingly at the other man's cock and balls. Then, he was carefully adding another digit to the mix. Ev clamped around him like a vice, and Finn felt his own arousal throb with jealousy over his own fingers.

"I know you will." Much as he wanted to rush, he'd never been disappointed by an encounter with Finn. He'd missed the man sometimes, been annoyed at how much he worked and how little time they spent together, but he'd never been anything but happy when Finn left his apartment. They never really met at Finn's. Finn seemed sure that his neighbors would talk, and Everett didn't care. He preferred his place anyway. Sure, his things were tacky and a cheap, but it was comfortable, and he was perfectly happy to fuck anywhere Finn wanted to start things. It worked well. "Just don't stop. Don't you fucking dare stop."

"No worries there..." Having already worked Everett into a frenzy, Finn added another digit to the mix and stretched that impossibly tight ring of muscle even wider. He found the sight wildly erotic, and he could barely stand the heated anticipation. Working to divest himself from his dress pants, Finn tugged of his belt with his free hand and then wrenched his zipper open. Beneath he wore only a jock strap, a habit he had taken to ever since his football days. He loved the way it felt against his cock and balls, and Everett had expressed his liking for them as well, especially the way in which the elastic bands framed Finn's ass. "How many times you gonna cum for me tonight?" he asked huskily. "Wanna try beating your record?"

"Yes. Yeah. God... please?" Everett actually shuddered at the thought alone. Finn might have been in the closet, but he was also the most eager lover Ev had ever taken to his bed. The guy was like the energizer bunny of sex, and he'd been left gasping and boneless after cumming half the night more than once. It was perfect. His hips jerked backward almost of their own accord. "My only plans for the foreseeable future involve you and me naked, sweaty and possibly covered in a variety of sticky and inappropriate body fluids. All yours."

"Fuck..." Finn muttered under his breath. It was damn near impossible to keep control with a partner as hot as Everett, who was willing do just about anything under the sun to please him. "You'd better believe you're all mine, baby. No one else's getting their hands on you s'long as I'm around." He sealed that promise with more sharp nips to Ev's writhing backside, while his fingers continued to twist and turn in an effort to make him fully prepared to take every inch of his aching length. Carefully he added a third digit and marveled at the sight of that twitching ring of muscle grasping at the invaders, as if hungry for more.

That was just fine with Everett. He might not have been ready to waltz down the aisle (even if it had been legal) with anybody, but he wasn't in the market either. Once they'd established that he was highly likely to cut Finn's balls off if the guy ever called him by his brother's name, things had been smooth sailing. "I'm ready. I am... fuck... now? Pretty please?" The words were accompanied by a broad grin tossed over his shoulder. "Not like we can't go again... if it's over too quick..." They had both more than proven their ability to withstand all-nighters, indulging in one another until work or sleep or food called them away from the pursuit.

Finn made a gentle noise of desire as he withdrew his fingers. "Yeah, you're right." He rose to his feet, pulling his dripping length free from the bulging jock while still keeping the strap on. A quick swipe of lube over his aching cock and Finn was more than ready. He pressed the tip of his erection against the soft flesh of his partner's hole and felt it yield. As his cock slid in a low moan welled up from his chest. "Fuck that's nice," he whispered, his hands closing on Everett's hips.

"If it's just 'nice,' you're doing it wrong, Everett answered, pushing back hard against his partner to remind Finn that there was no reason for them to treat each other too gently. "Speaking of fucking, that involves a lot more movement." Despite being well aware that his running commentary could get old, Everett appreciated that Finn wasn't usually bothered - just inspired. He liked a guy who could take teasing as incentive for improvement even if they didn't really have anything that needed improving. "One of these days, we should sneak into a school... always had this idea that it would be fun to get bent over one of those benches in the locker rooms..."

"Hot," Finn agreed, the fantasy one he would be more than happy to indulge in. He watched his own glistening shaft slide in and out of Everett's stretched hole with rapt attention. "I'd love that. Your sweet ass in a jock, all hot and ready to be fucked... Damn..." Finn smacked his hand across his lover's rump, groaning as the other man tightened around him. His steely flesh plunged faster, deeper, the former jock's hips churning wildly. "Should wear my old uniform for you sometime..."

"Yes. You should. Often. Fuck..." The image and the spanking were more than enough to get Everett close to the edge. "God, again. Don't stop doing that." Everett was a firm believer that there was a lot of merit in a well-timed spanking, and this was definitely one of those times. The smooth fabric of the couch was soft against his raging hard cock, Finn's hard on was stroking all the right places with every inward thrust, and the little extra edge of pain added a whole new dimension of sensation.

Everett's dirty talk was like throwing gasoline on a raging fire. "You like that?" Another stinging swat of his hand across those sinfully plump cheeks. "You want me to fuck you harder?" he whispered emphatically in more of a statement than a request. Finn turned up the heat, hammering Ev's ass like a bull mating a cow; propelling that fat, meat-piston in and out of that greasy passage to the point where he thought it just might tear his lover apart. When he said, "fuck" he no-shit meant "fuck!" He wanted Ev literally writhing in delicious agony and on the verge of losing consciousness from the deep, blissful, pile-driving.

Soon Everett was gasping, barely holding it together. At some point his knees had buckled, and he'd given up entirely on trying to meet every thrust. He managed sometimes, using the leverage of the couch as Finn's strong hands and thick cock more or less held him aloft. "Gonna cum... fuck, Finn, I'm... oh, god...." Everette gripped the first couch cushion he could get his hands on and held onto it like a life preserver as Finn drove into him. All it took was one more powerful thrust, and Everett found himself standing on his tip-toes and jerking against the back of the couch, his cum painting a jagged line across the fabric.

"Uuugghhh! Ohhh... shit!" Every muscle in Finn's body tensed and stiffened as he emptied himself into Everett's grasping channel; saturating every cranny and crevice with his overflowing seed. Powerful waves of ecstasy gripped him, threatening to tear him apart. Moments later he collapsed onto Ev, wriggling his hips involuntarily and stirring his cock inside the lake of cum soaking in his lover's chute.

"You'd totally be paying my dry cleaning bill if I ever dry cleaned anything," Ev mumbled against the couch cushion. "Fuck. Don't know if I can move. Or walk. Or... I don't even know what I was saying." It didn't really matter. Everett groaned again before experimentally pushing himself upright. Cum was already dripping down his thighs, and he threw his head back so that it was cradled on Finn's shoulder. "Because you're responsible, you have to somehow get us to the shower."

Gradually, Finn's breathing slowed. "I'll find a way to clean you up," he chuckled quietly and he gently swept Everett's wild hair away from his sweaty face. He smiled softly and met his lover's lips. He kissed him gingery at first, his tongue probing passionately inside. Finn wasn't in a hurry to withdraw; he remained thick and throbbing, but no longer hard. Personally, he liked soaking in Ev's hole for as long as he cared to. It was a short-lived but wonderful fuck, and with that thought, he wriggled his hips and felt himself beginning to stir again. "You want me to carry you?" he asked, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

Everett hummed his consent and nodded just to be clear. It wasn't often that he let anyone take care of him - Blaine had told him a good thousand times that when sick he was the worst patient in the entire world since he demanded help but acted petulant when it was given - but in the boneless moments after a thorough fucking were an exception. Then he was happy to sling his arms around Finn's neck and let the man take charge even if it was only for a few minutes.

Finn groaned at the renewed contact, effortlessly carrying Everett across the living room, down the hall, and into the bathroom. "I think tonight's going to be a lesson for me," he murmured, nuzzling his lover's throat. Then, he clarified, "Never ever go days without fucking you." Finn covered Ev's mouth in another scorching kiss, licking his way inside while his hands roamed up and down the length of the other man's spine.

Everett nodded and reached behind himself to get the water warming. "Could have told you that," he murmured against Finn's lips. "Glad you learned your lesson, though. Don't let it happen again." He glanced back over his shoulder and saw steam rising invitingly. "In."

Not needing any further incentive, Finn tugged off his jock strap and pushed both himself and Everett beneath the warm spray. He hissed between his teeth as his body acclimatized to the water. Then, he was filling his rough, large hands with Everett's mouthwatering ass again. "You know I'm not the smartest guy in the world." Nipping at his lover's shoulder, he added, "Sometimes it takes a lot of effort getting through this hard head of mine."

"I happen to like your hard head. Both of 'em." Everett grinned and drew Finn back against the wall of the shower. "But I don't like waiting. Don't like missing you." He sighed and wrapped his arms around Finn's neck. "I know you're busy at work, but when I don't have gigs and stuff..." It was hard sometimes being in the city and simply not seeing Finn. When he was out of town doing a mini-tour with the band, that was one thing. He got that they weren't close enough to see each other, and they had to settle for phone sex or some mutual jerking off via Skype. But when they were both in town, Ev couldn't help wanting Finn in his bed as often as possible. "I miss you."

Finn welcomed Everett's embrace, hugging him tightly and nuzzling his hair. "I miss you, too. You can blame your brother for keeping me busy." He drew back before Ev could jump to conclusions and assured him, "Not busy that way, dude. Blaine's a slave driver at work." It was only thanks to Blaine not being in the office that Finn managed to sneak away for this encounter. "Promise I'm going to make it up to you tonight." He shifted so that both their bodies were caressed by the steamy water, washing away the sweat and cum, and leaving them ready to indulge in one another all over again. "So, anything you want, it's yours. You've got me all night." Finn dipped his head down, seeking out Ev's lips and kissing him meaningfully.

"Starting to forgive you," Ev murmured with a warm smile. The truth was he'd already more than forgiven Finn since he really did know that his lover wasn't ignoring him, just earning a living. "I want to get out of here, get dried off, then get in the bedroom and only come out for pizza, beer and bathroom breaks." He kissed Finn deeply, his fingers tangling into the man's gently curling hair. "I was starting to forget how good you taste. Guess I'm just gonna have to suck you off to remind myself." With that, Everett knelt on the wet floor of the shower and parted his lips. He sucked Finn's flacid cock into his mouth with a skill that spoke of how often they'd been together and how well they knew one another's bodies.

Finn inhaled sharply and braced himself against the tiled wall as Everett's astonishing mouth closed around his sensitive length. In no time at all his lover had worked him back into full hardness, and it never ceased to amaze Finn how Ev managed to effortlessly swallow his immense girth down. Back in high school he would often be teased about his size in the locker room, with catcalls of "Don't come near me!" and "You'll put somebody's eye out with that thing!" It had made him self-conscious, especially when girls had been too intimidated to go to bed with him. Ev, now he was a completely different story. He'd fairly worshiped his cock the minute he laid eyes on it, and Finn found himself proud of his vast endowment for the first time in his life. "God, baby," he moaned, "you're so damn good at this..."

"Aww, you say the sweetest things," Everett responded, faking a coquettish look before he grinned wickedly and deep-throated Finn all in one go. He'd always loved a guy who the size to back up his swagger. In Finn's case, Eve was pretty sure he could have gotten away with a hell of a lot more swagger considering how gorgeously endowed he was. Never before had he been with anyone who filled him so well. Just thinking about sucking the man off, thinking about the way Finn felt sliding inside him could set Everett off. He groaned and filled his hands with Finn's ass before dragging him in, encouraging the man to fuck his mouth.

"Oh shit!" Finn gasped, surrendering to Everett's heated urging and plunging himself between those gorgeous lips. Ev's mouth stretched obscenely around his girth, and the sight was absolutely fucking beautiful. He shuddered and groaned with pleasure, marveling at how the other man's throat welcomed him to explore its depths. Warm, wet, and silky, Ev's tongue danced along his shaft, caressing it with tenderness and passion. Hands played his ass like an instrument, and Finn felt his legs quiver as another sharp jolt of ecstasy gripped him.

Everett felt Finn's knees going weak and gripped his hips. The larger man falling on him wouldn't exactly be a turn on considering it would likely result in a hospital stay for the both of them. He didn't let his rhythm break for a second, sucking and teasing with abandon. It had been too long, and Everett was determined to make sure that he showed Finn Hudson a night he wouldn't be forgetting anytime soon.