Everett couldn't quite suppress a disgusted wrinkling of his nose as he dialed the number for Blaine's office line. During the day, it was really his only hope of getting through, but he hated any contact with the company. Just calling made him feel dirty. "I need to speak with Bl- with Mr. Anderson, please," he informed the man's secretary, rolling his eyes as he waited for the call to be put through. "Blaine? Hey, it's Ev. Look... uh, Coop called. He's in town. Wanted to know if you'd do dinner?" The odds weren't good. Blaine and Cooper hadn't gotten along in years, but no matter how Ev looked at it, he couldn't find a reason that he thought was good enough for the grudge to hold on so long. //Maybe it hasn't. Maybe he's over it.//

Blaine sighed into the phone, feeling his heart sink. "Thanks, but no thanks," he replied, appreciating the thought even if he had no intention of reuniting with his brother. The thought of Cooper still fill him with anger and betrayal, and there was simply no way he and Ev and their older brother would ever make it through a meal peacefully. "You two have fun. I have a lot of work to do." Blaine empathized the word work. It was a particular bone of contention between himself and his brothers, whom he felt had abandoned him to run the company with their father all on his own.

Everett rolled his eyes even though Blaine wasn't there to see the gesture. "Seriously, B, you need to calm the hell down sometimes. Take a day off. Dad's got one kid he likes - it's not like he's gonna fire you." That was mostly true. Blaine was the only remaining heir to the Anderson name who was only mostly an embarrassment. At least he had the "respect" as their father called it to try and keep his preferences under the radar and play the part. "And, look, it's... it's just dinner. One dinner. It's an olive branch, y'know? You guys don't have to keep this crap up. It's gettin' a little old school."

Ev could be one hell of a tenacious bastard. Sighing into the phone, he closed his eyes as he felt the beginnings of a headache coming on. "Why are you pushing this so hard?" he asked his brother. "Cooper and I are never going to get along. It's a fact that's not going to change." Sad, but true. "If we meet, you know it's going to end up in a shouting match, or worse." They had nearly come to blows the last time the three of them were together. "You're not going to let up unless I agree to this, are you?"

"Nope. And it's your own fault," Everett added with a hint of a smile. He knew the sound of Blaine giving in. It didn't happen often, and he thrilled at the small victory. "You're the one who's always talking about how important family is. Coop's family too - even if you kinda want to punch him a lot of the time. He's trying, only fair to meet him halfway. Since he's paying for dinner, I'm counting this as halfway." He paused to let Blaine mull that over for a few. "So are you in?"

Another heavy sigh, and then Blaine found himself reluctantly agreeing. "Yeah, but only if you promise to get off my back if this doesn't go well." And he knew it wouldn't. He and Cooper would act civil to start out, then it would soon turn into a shouting match. Why Ev insisted on putting them all through this stress was beyond Blaine. He and his brothers were never going to see eye-to-eye over their father or the family business. So, for him, it seemed like an enormous waste of time and effort. "Where did you want to meet?"

Everett gave an internal whoop of triumph and informed his brother, "Seven o'clock at Marelli's." The place was nice enough not to seem cheap but casual enough not to feel stuffy. Ev was just glad that Blaine was going at all. He wanted his brothers to get along, wanted the last piece of family he really had to be on the same page once and for all. "It's going to be good. I promise, okay? He'll be on his best behavior. I will be too. Anyway, I know you've got work, so get back to the grindstone. See ya tonight." Ev couldn't help smiling as he hung up the phone. The day was definitely looking like it might end just as well as it had started.

*******

Driving home, Finn felt elated. As if he were floating amongst the clouds. It was amazing how admitting that you were in love could make the whole world a much brighter place to live in. Parking his car and heading up to his own apartment, the last thing Finn expected that afternoon was to find his stepbrother waiting in the all, looking completely forlorn. "Kurt? Hey, are you alright?"

Kurt scrambled to his feet, blushing and looking embarrassed to have been caught though he had been the one to come in the first place. "Oh... I... I'm sorry, I'm fine. I was just walking and sort of ended up here." Kurt forced a smile, but it wasn't the slightest bit convincing, and he bit his lip. "If you have time, I wouldn't mind a little perspective. I'm not sure I trust the voices inside my head on this one." The joke fell as flat as the smile had. "If you have other things to do... I... I could come another time."

"No, you're coming inside with me right now," Finn insisted, grabbing the back of Kurt's neck and steering his stepbrother into his apartment. With his jacket draped over his arm concealing Everett's video camera, the former jock switch on a light and urged Kurt to take a seat on the sofa. "Now, I want you to tell me what's got you so upset. And don't try to tell me you're not. This is me you're talking to." His eyes were warm even as Finn fixed him with a knowing gaze. "Did something happen between you and Blaine?"

"No," Kurt answered hurriedly only to drop his gaze and confess, "Yes. Sort of. I'm not sure." He sighed and curled up onto the couch, head resting on the back of it as he finally let himself relax slightly. Being with Finn was familiar enough to put him at ease despite himself. "We met for coffee, chatted a little, and... he asked if I wanted to go back to his place. We went and..." Kurt shrugged, not willing to go into too much detail with Finn no matter what they'd done not so long before. Blaine was, after all, his boss and his boyfriend's brother. "It was nice. Better than nice, and it seemed like he felt the same way I do. He asked me to stay the night so we could spend more time together, we went to sleep... and I woke up to this." Kurt passed the note, obviously crumpled up and smoothed out more than once, into Finn's keeping, "That and... and fifty dollars." Realizing that Finn needed to know the whole situation if he was going to really help, Kurt bit his lip. "Maybe he's just being nice, but... the other night... we weren't just... together... I..." Kurt clenched his hands into fists and forced himself to push through the last of the confession, "He paid me. I swear that's the only time that I've... that it's gone that far."

Finn mulled everything over. He allowed a long moment to let it sink in, and he found it difficult to believe that Blaine only saw Kurt as someone to pay off for services rendered. Blaine was out and proud, so there was no need to hide. Unless it was due to the fact that Kurt's occupation was an obstacle. Blaine seemed to be far more conscious of his family's image than Everett. And it could very well be he was worried over what their father might think. Instead of voicing these fears to Kurt, Finn flashed a warm half-grin at his stepbrother. "Okay, the way I see it Blaine would have to be out of his mind not to want you," he replied, shifting closer. "Whatever his reasons for leaving a note and the money, I think you'd be better talking to him tomorrow and find out for yourself."

Kurt let out a shaky breath. "You're right." It had helped to hear someone else erring on the side of not overreacting. The thought that Blaine might have been lying had been enough to tear him apart inside. Given that Finn had known the man far longer, it was a comfort to think that Finn believed he might be genuinely infatuated. "Thank you. I just... I needed to hear that." He found himself shifting to rest his head on Finn's arm, offering a warm smile in return. "Did you get a chance to see your boy? I figure with the boss out of the office, you might've been able to take a... long lunch."

"Oh yeah," Finn confirmed, wearing a thoroughly wolfish grin. "We did." He draped an arm across Kurt's shoulders, then gave a gentle tug and pulled his stepbrother closer to him. It felt amazing to be holding Kurt again, and although he dearly loved Everett, Finn couldn't help the powerful attraction he was feeling. Kurt smelled wonderful, and his skin was unbelievably soft and warm. Already the former jock could feel his jeans beginning to tighten with arousal. Clearing his throat, he suggested, "Want to order a pizza or something? I'm famished, and you've gotta be starving too."

"That would be wonderful." Kurt could count on one hand the number of times he'd had meals in the past few months that involved something other than ramen or cereal. He knew it was strange, the way they fit together now. It was impossible to tell whether they were simply enjoying one another's company or whether they were involved in a prelude to something more. Kurt couldn't quite make himself care. He knew he should. He had Blaine - maybe, anyway - and Finn definitely had Everett. //So why am I here?// "I hope you have your cell phone on you because I'm not sure I'm interested in moving so that you can order."

With his favorite pizza joint on speed dial, Finn ordered a couple of pies with the works. He left Kurt's side long enough to retrieve a wine cooler for his stepbrother and a beer for himself. "Hey, you want to watch a movie?" he asked, settling back on the couch. "Or we could just find something on TV." It seemed like old times. Just kicking back and relaxing with Kurt. All that was missing was Cam. "You know what? I really wish you'd just come and stay with me." Finn's eyes were warm and sincere as he made his offer. "I like hanging out with you, and I think you'd be a lot happier."

"Are you... sure? I wouldn't want to impose. I'm sure that you and Ev want time alone together..." Even as he made the arguments, Kurt found himself hoping none of them would be accepted. He didn't want to go back to his place alone. Even the thought of cleaning up Finn's messes or putting up with him snoring in the other room didn't dampen Kurt's enthusiasm for the idea of going home to a place that could really feel like one again. "But I could help with the rent and some of the bills... and of course household things." Maybe if he could really make things right with Finn, there would be hope for doing the same with the rest of his family.

"Kurt, I wouldn't have asked unless I was sure." Finn caressed his stepbrother's arm, offering him a gentle, reassuring squeeze. "And you don't have to worry about the rent, or anything else. We'll work something out." He would feel a whole hell of a lot better with Kurt staying with him instead of living in that shit-hole motel. Absolutely anything could happen to Kurt there, and Finn was more than willing to make sacrifices in order to keep him safe. He nuzzled the top of Kurt's head, breathing in his intoxicating scent, and feeling another sharp rush of desire. Focusing on his offer as a way of distracting himself, Finn said, "If you want, we can go and pick up your stuff tomorrow."

Kurt sighed and rested his head on Finn's shoulder, enjoyable the comfortable, comforting closeness. "I'd like that," he allowed. It was stupid to keep arguing when Finn was offering him exactly what he wanted. "But I have no intention of being a freeloader, Finn Hudson." With that in mind, Kurt rose and grabbed Finn's jacket, intent on doing the first of what he suspected would be many rounds of tidying. He barely managed to catch the small digital recorder as he fell from the folds of the fabric. For a moment Kurt started at it, puzzled, but then his eyes widened, and he looked at Finn. "You didn't!" Amusement and horror warred for dominance in his expression. "Did you?"

"Did what?" Finn, never the brightest of bulbs, took a moment to work out what Kurt meant. His eyes widened, while a rich blush colored his cheeks. "And what if I did?" he countered, snatching the camera away from his stepbrother. Kurt certainly wasn't in any position to judge, especially given his current occupation. Finn thought better than to voice that, and instead shrugged and murmured, "It was hot, and we both had an awesome time." He grinned wolfishly, teasing, "If you ever want to watch, all you have to do is ask. No, scratch that. Feel free to, please."

Kurt found himself staring at the camera for a moment before offering Finn a sly smile. "Well, maybe after dinner. Some of us don't have one track minds." Which wasn't the least bit true. He'd been too distracted by Blaine himself to pay attention to family photos in the apartment, and Kurt found himself curious as to what the man's brother looked like and just what features they might have in common. And then there was the idea of Finn tangled up and sweaty with Blaine's brother and... "Definitely after dinner.... if you're sure he won't kill you in your sleep for it."

"Really?" Finn lit up like a kid on his birthday. "Yeah, wow... We can do that, definitely." Blood roared in his ears as his started to hammer and boil. The thought of Kurt watching his and Everett's intense love-making nearly caused Finn to spill himself right then and there. Without even realizing it, one of his large hands was already roaming over his stepbrother's arm with lascivious intent. An interruption came as a knock at the door, and Finn scrambled for his wallet as he had almost forgotten about the pizza order. Unashamed of the prominent bulge he was sporting, he greeted the delivery guy, took their meal and offered him a hefty tip before rejoining Kurt. "I'm giving you fair warning, bro. You'd better grab what you can, cause I plan on devouring everything in sight." Finn tossed him a wicked smile. "And that includes you, if you play your cards right."

Kurt blushed, but he couldn't find it in himself to actually object when that was precisely what he'd been fishing for, whether he'd thought about it or not. "Well, I suppose I'll just have to eat quickly, then." He managed to load up a single plate with slices, leaving Finn the box. If history had taught him anything, it was that getting between Finn Hudson and pizza could easily result in the loss of a limb if you weren't careful. They ate, chatting comfortably. It felt for all the world as if they hadn't been separated at all. It felt as if instead they were as close as ever, joking and teasing one another. The main change was that now there was a distinct undercurrent of sexual tension that Kurt had to admit he enjoyed. For the night, he resolved not to think about it or what it could mean for either of them. He certainly didn't want to get in the way of Finn and Ev, but at the same time... at the same time, how could he begrudge himself a chance to do everything he'd spent his entire high school career wanting rather desperately to do? "Now that most of the pizza is gone, I believe this was supposed to be a double feature - dinner and a movie?"

Amazed and excited over how eager Kurt seemed to be, Finn wasted no time in hooking up the camera to his TV. "This's the first time I've seen it," he confessed, pressing play. "I hope we put on a good show." On screen was Ev, looking smoldering and delicious. He started to undress as Finn rejoined his stepbrother on the sofa. "What did I tell you? He looks just like Blaine." With things still up in the air between the two, he hoped seeing Blaine's twin wouldn't dampen Kurt's enthusiasm. He watched as Ev wantonly displayed his body to his heated instruction, bending over and showing off that phenomenal ass. Finn groaned, warming with a hot rush of arousal. He reached over and pulled Kurt closer, offering him a gentle nudge. "Nice, huh?" That was an understatement; Ev was fucking amazing! Unable to help himself, Finn leaned in and brushed his lips across Kurt's jawline. As much as he loved Ev, he hadn't been able to stop thinking about his beautiful stepbrother.

Kurt felt his eyes go wide as the shot opened on Everett. The two of them didn't just look alike, they were twins. He realized in that moment just how little attention he'd paid to the family pictures in Blaine's house. Or anything at all, really. //Maybe he wasn't the only one who lacked focus on getting to know one another,// Kurt realized. Some of his anger and hurt unwound at the realization, but he was quickly distracted again as Ev began to stretch himself. "Oh, god," was all he could manage, his cock twitching in his pants as he watched. The warmth of Finn's lips sent a shiver of pleasure through him, and Kurt tipped his head in silent acceptance of the overture.

Finn groaned, hungrily diving in and thoroughly devouring Kurt's tempting throat. He tasted divine, and the rich scent of desire wafting from his body threatened to turn Finn into a mindless animal. With the way Kurt felt about Blaine, Finn realized he and his stepbrother probably wouldn't be able to indulge like this for very much longer. So, the former jock determined to enjoy himself to the fullest. His fingers trailing down Kurt's heaving chest, his hand disappeared up under his shirt. "You know what?" Finn rasped against Kurt's Adam's apple. "I came so hard thinking about you while I was fucking Ev." His digits closed on a hardening nippled as he added huskily, "He did too... when I mentioned having a threesome."

Kurt gasped harshly, his fingers clutching at the couch and Finn at the same time as if to anchor himself. His mind flooded with images of the three of them tangled together and then spun even further out of control, Cameron or Blaine substituting in as well. "Oh, god, Finn..." He bit his lip and tried to catch his breath. It was surprisingly easy to get caught up in the thought. On the tape, Finn was whispering dirty things, and Kurt watched as Everett fell apart just as easily as he was himself. Apparently Finn had that effect on everyone, Kurt thought with a smile. "Good to know... at least I don't have to worry about him killing you for sharing, then."

Finn's ravenous lust for his stepbrother grew that much more desperate. "No, you don't have to worry at all," he assured him in a breathless voice filled with desire. "All I want you to think about is right here, right now... with me..." His fingers twirled over Kurt's nipples with far more elegance than Finn ever mustered on the dance floor. Thrilling over the way in which Kurt's arched and trembled beneath his touch, the former jock's stormy eyes focused on the swelling bulge between the other man's legs. He played over the tempting mound with his free hand, while--at the same time--growling as he nipped at Kurt's throat.

Kurt was already panting as he watched the show, watched Finn fucking Everett eagerly with his tongue only to rearrange them a moment later so that they could please one another. He regretted that the camera couldn't possibly capture everything, but the tantalizing glimpses of Everett's lips stretched wide around Finn's cock were deliciously obscene. Before he could censor himself, Kurt groaned, "We should make something for him to watch." Kurt wondered if Ev would get as hot watching them as he was watching the clip the man had made with Finn.

"Fuck, Kurt," gasped Finn, glancing up in surprise to gaze into his stepbrother's stormy eyes. "You serious? Cause, yeah... damn, that would be fucking hot, bro..." Cradling the back of Kurt's head, Finn kissed him with a scorching passion that left him breathless and aching that much for more. If Blaine and Kurt's relationship became truly serious, then he had a feeling he wouldn't have many more opportunities to indulge with his beautiful stepbrother. So, a recording of the event was definitely in order! A sudden idea struck Finn as he ground his feverish body against Kurt's. "Wait right here," he whispered against those soft, sweet lips. "I'll be back in a few minutes."

Groaning as he straightened and tore himself away, Finn padded into his bedroom and rummaged through his closet. In the back, packed away in a box, was exactly what he was looking for. When he rejoined Kurt, he was dressed in his old football uniform. Although it still fit him like a glove, tucking his monstrous erection into first the jock, then the pants had turned out to be quite a feat. "Thought you might like this," he said, flushed and grinning wickedly. "Specially since I was too damned stupid to give you what you wanted back in high school."

Kurt hadn't allowed himself to do more than rub his erection through his too-tight jeans as he watched the scene on the screen become more heated. When he turned his head to see Finn standing there looking like something out of his wet dreams in high school, Kurt gasped aloud. Finn was just as hot as he'd ever been if not more so, and the sight of the erection straining to break free of the sleek fabric made Kurt's mouth fall open. He couldn't help but think of falling to his knees and sucking the other man the way he'd wanted to do time and again in younger years. "Oh, god, yes. Yes, I do."

The breathless desire in Kurt's voice, and the way in which his startling blue-green eyes darkened, left Finn quivering with need. He licked his lips, then padded over to the video camera and hit the record button at the end of his movie with Ev. "You ready for this, bro?" Finn turned, focusing his full attention on Kurt, who looked ready to boil over. Groaning, he sank to his knees in front of the countertenor. And he spread his large hands over Kurt's thighs. "Tonight's about us. Everything--anything--you've ever wanted, I'll give it to you." Finn leaned forward, seeking out that luscious mouth with his own.

Kurt couldn't do anything but groan and wrap his arms around Finn's neck. He held the man close and parted his lips, wanton and ready for everything all at once. It was impossible to react any other way. Whatever he had with Blaine, it couldn't supplant entirely the fact that he had spent years wanting Finn. He'd spent years dreaming of a kiss like this or the way Finns strong hands might feel on his body. Now he had both. Breathless by the time their lips parted, Kurt rested his forehead against Finn's and whispered, "I want to taste you... and then I want you inside me." The words were too vague to truly be erotic, Kurt knew, but he was proud of himself for the boldness anyway.

"Yes, oh fuck... yes, Kurt," Finn breathlessly enthused. Only slightly aware that the video camera was recording now, he sought out his stepbrother's mouth again, and devoured those sweet, pillow-soft lips. He groaned, snaking his tongue inside while pushing his body forward, gently but heatedly urging Kurt down onto the sofa. His heart thrummed violently, his blood roaring in his ears to the point of deafening him. Finn covered Kurt's body with his own, shifting until his weight fully settled on the slighter figure's. It felt absolutely incredible! Painfully hard, his massive cock was dangerously close to bursting free of not only his jock but also his football pants. His feverish hands roamed all over Kurt's body, squeezing and pawing at every inch he could find beneath him.

Kurt wasn't sure that he ever wanted to stop kissing Finn, but there was one thing that he wanted more. He'd more or less forgotten the camera. The only thing on Kurt's mind was tasting and touching to his heart's content. As much as he regretted the momentary break, Kurt finally drew his lips back from Finn's so that he could flip their positions. Though certainly the smaller and slighter of the two, Kurt managed to urge Finn onto his back on the couch and climbed on top of him. The sensation was enough to make him moan aloud, hips rocking before he could stop them. "Feels so good," he murmured breathlessly. Kurt's hands began to roam, reaching down the front of Finn's pants. "Bet you taste just as good."

Kurt's sudden reversal came as a pleasant surprise to Finn, who groaned and arched beneath his stepbrother's heated touch. It only occurred to Finn in that moment that he and Kurt had not enjoyed much time together in that dressing room in the strip club. The fact that Kurt wanted to explore and indulge in any way he could excited Finn, and he urged him on breathlessly. "There's only one way to find out." His engorged length pulsed hungrily within the confines of his old football uniform, and the former jock could barely contain his feverish lust. Knowing that Kurt would soon be pleasuring him with that sweet mouth nearly made the laces on the front of his pants unravel themselves, as his painfully swollen cock fairly begged to be freed.

Kurt couldn't help but chuckle in response, but he agreed, fingers nimbly doing away with the laces. He sat back and unintentionally gave the camera an enticing view of Finn's cock as it finally sprang free of his pants. Licking his lips at the sight of the thick cock bobbing before him. "So big," Kurt whispered under his breath before he dove forward. Without giving the former jock any time to think, Kurt took him in from tip to root and forced his throat to relax against the sudden intrusion. It took a moment, and Kurt's eyes watered, but it was worth it to see Finn's reaction.

Only Everett had ever managed to deep-throat his immense cock. So, it filled Finn with a mixture of wonder, pride, and lust to see his stepbrother managed the near-impossible feat. "Jesus... Christ... Kurt," he gasped out, straining with the pleasure of that hot, wet mouth surrounding him. It felt incredible, and Finn struggled to keep his self control from unraveling. Kurt had never looked more beautiful, with those full, sweet lips obscenely stretched around his aching girth. As he gazed into those blue eyes--dark and stormy with lust--Finn cursed himself for not realizing sooner who he really was. If he had, then he and Kurt could have started enjoying each other years ago.

Kurt wasn't thinking about lost time. All he could think about was the way it felt to have Finn's cock in his mouth and his stepbrother's eyes locked with his own. They might never have another night together for one reason or another, but they had tonight. Only when he felt Finn's hips beginning to move of their own accord did Kurt clamp his fingers tightly around the base of Finn's cock and pulled off. "Not yet," he said in a decisive, husky whisper. "You don't get to cum until you're inside me."

Finn gave a token whimper of protest as his cock throbbed angrily within Kurt's grasp. "If that's the way you want it, then I can hold out a little while longer," he panted, struggling to keep his hips still. The need to feel his stepbrother's wonderful mouth around him again reached near-painful levels, and Finn would have gladly begged for more if Kurt wanted him to. "But there's something we can do together. Something I've been dying to do." Lifting his head up--which took quite an effort on Finn's part considering how lightheaded with desire he was--he gazed down into Kurt's beautiful eyes. "Why don't you get naked and sit right down on my face. I really want to eat your hot little ass while you swallow my cock."

Kurt gasped at the words and further at the implication that Finn had been thinking about him. He felt a pang of sadness that it happened now when they were both promised elsewhere, now when he was falling in love with someone else. Then again, maybe it was the perfect time. They could indulge without any chance of ruining the relationship they already had. Until they figured it all out, Kurt wanted nothing more than to do precisely as Finn suggested. It took a little rearranging, but soon he was unashamedly waving his ass in the man's face while taking the head of Finn's cock into his mouth once more. He might have been less wanton in other circumstances or with someone else, but this was Finn. Their connection was strange and complicated, but it ran deep enough that Kurt wasn't exactly worried about the other man running.

Finn had absolutely no doubt in his mind that he could easily get off from the sight of Kurt's ass alone. To describe his stepbrother's backside as beautiful would be doing it an injustice. It was a fucking work of art! Flawless in every way, round and plump, those glorious mounds of flesh fairly begged to be worshiped. His mouth salivating like a rabid beast's, Finn's tongue grew as hard as his aching cock. He reached up and grasped his stepbrother's hips, slamming that luscious ass right down onto his face with an audible groan of delight. Taking a nice long whiff of Kurt's intoxicating scent, the former jock lapped at his quivering little opening, which was just as decadently sweet as he'd imagined. He completely lost himself in the erotic act, passionately rimming Kurt while summoning all of his willpower in an effort not to cum too soon inside that warm, silky mouth lovingly surrounding his painfully stiff arousal.

Kurt's nails were buried in Finn's thighs before he realized that tearing him apart probably wasn't the nicest thing he could do. He forced his fingers to relax, shocked at how good it felt, how the simple act of Finn's tongue moving against the sensitive skin made him want to keen and spend the rest of the night doing exactly what they were doing. Then again, that would mean not having Finn inside him, and if this was one of their last chances, he was absolutely not going to be denied that particular pleasure. He held that thought in mind to keep himself from rushing or sucking Finn as hard as he wanted to. Restraint wasn't easy, but he knew it would be worth it in the end.

Finn marveled at the effortless ease in which Kurt swallowed down his bloated length. Only Everett had ever managed it, but here was his stepbrother gulping him down as if those 11 inches of heated flesh were nothing at all. And the pleasure was Heaven on Earth! Kurt's lips were made for sucking cock, there was simply no other way to describe it. Delicious warm and sinfully wet, his stepbrother's mouth surrounded him in a blanket of ecstasy. His hips shuddered as he continued to fight the instinct to thrust, instead allowing Kurt to have control. What helped to distract him was that utterly delicious ass grinding wantonly in his face. Finn's tongue speared deep inside Kurt's twitching little rosebud, which blossomed and fairly trapped him inside.

He stroked between the countertenor's quivering thighs, teasing Kurt's own dripping length and ever tightening balls. The heat rising between them increased with each passing moment, and Finn relished the beads of sweat glistening all over Kurt's luscious body. He could have quite literally eaten him alive. Dislodging his tongue with a groan, the former jock rasped, "Such a pretty, hot ass," before thoroughly wetting a finger and breach that tight ring of muscle.

The move left Kurt humming his pleasure, the sound vibrating through Finn's thick cock. He couldn't bear to stop long enough to tell Finn just how amazing it felt. His ass stretched readily around the invading digit. It stung a bit, the delicate tissue having been thoroughly abused that morning by Blaine. Still that was nothing compared to being stretched and opened so that Finn could take him all over again. He still remembered with a thrill how it had felt the first time. Once upon a time Finn wouldn't even look twice at him. Now the man was writhing beneath him, and Kurt couldn't help but be excited to his core about it.

Finn thrilled over the intense reaction his touch had on Kurt. His stepbrother's entire body came alive, shuddering before him as if struck with an electric current. As his questing digit was swallowed up by Kurt's greedy opening, Finn caught his breath and trembled as that incredible mouth worked him over in ways he never dreamed possible. "Oh fuck... Kurt, that's... oh god..." It would have been easy to spill himself down Kurt's throat, but Finn managed to summon his willpower to hold off the inevitable for a little while longer. As his finger sawed in and out of that silky, clenching passage, he realized with a start that Kurt had already been thoroughly fucked earlier. Finn felt a surge of fresh lust knowing that he'd soon be sharing the same wondrous space as Blaine's cock. Adding a second digit, he speared inside of Kurt, stretching him even further open.

Kurt shuddered at the fresh penetration. His breath came quickly through his nose, hissing in and out as he felt his body relaxing to allow Finn to stretch him wider. Finally he couldn't help but pull away, his lips parting and Finn's spit-slicked cock sliding out. "I think that's... enough," he managed quietly. "Finn, please, that's enough." He wanted to feel something more substantial than the gentle fingers or even the man's tongue inside his body. "I need you now."

Finn, having been almost painfully close to the edge, whimpered at the loss of Kurt's sweet mouth. But the raw need clotting his stepbrother's throat sent a fresh pulse of lust to his churning groin. And the former jock carefully dislodged his fingers from Kurt's tight, warm embrace. Then, he was gathering the other man in his arms, and drawing him into his lap with a deep groan of desire. Finn kissed him with a passion that was so scorching it stolen his own breath away. "I need you, too," he gasped against Kurt's delicious mouth. "Fuck, Kurt... I want you so much... it hurts..." Pressing him back against the sofa cushions with the weight of his body, Finn lifted the dancer's legs and hooked them over his shoulders. "You're so beautiful... so fucking beautiful," he continued, shivering as he brushed the weeping tip of his cock against that quivering opening. Slowly Finn breached Kurt's rosebud, and he groaned as his massive length began to pry his stepbrother's body open.

Kurt threw his head back and groaned only to bite his lip. He knew that Finn wasn't exactly out of the closet, and a man screaming in apparent ecstasy wouldn't exactly help his standing with his neighbors - at least in his own estimation. Instead of screaming the way he wanted to, Kurt confined his noises of pleasure to soft whimpers as Finn's cock drove deeper and deeper with every thrust. "Oh, god, you feel so good.... so fucking good, Finn... so big..." It was strange. If someone had asked Kurt once upon a time if he'd be a screamer or talkative in bed, he would have scoffed at the idea, but in practice it seemed he couldn't keep himself quiet.

Hearing those words spilling from Kurt's mouth was almost enough to finish Finn right then and there. Never really knowing his stepbrother to so much as utter anything more damning than 'shit,' the former jock found it unbelievably erotic knowing he could drive Kurt out of his mind. "You feel... so fucking... awesome, bro..." He shuddered as the tortuous pleasure of sinking into Kurt's welcoming body gripped his senses. "So... hot and tight... and..." Trailing off, Finn's bottom lip quivered and he pressed his glistening forward against Kurt's. "...Can you... take it all?" He wriggled his hips, thrusting forward and groaning as another few inches plunged into that incredible ass.

"Oh, fuck.... yes..." Kurt gasped and wrapped his free leg tightly around Finn's hips and arching his back. He hadn't been sure it would feel so amazing when he was still stretched and raw from being with Blaine. Somehow that only made it more intense, more visceral. "Don't stop," he whined as Finn slowed for a moment, "please? Please.... more... Finn, more..." For once in his life Kurt wasn't worried in the slightest about putting on a good show. He just wanted Finn as deep inside his body as possible.

It shouldn't have felt this good; it should have been this amazing. Finn's whole body found itself gripped in a feverish lust the likes of which he'd never known before. As his aching length plunged deeper and deeper, the pleasure intensified until it was almost an agony to endure. "Kurt... oh, fuck... yes, god... yes..." His fingers disappeared into his stepbrother's thick, dark hair. And Finn tugged on the silken strands, exposing Kurt's lovely throat and latching onto it with his greedy mouth. When he finally bottomed out inside of Kurt, and those tender walls clenched around every inch of his swollen shaft, the former jock nearly lost it. "Unngghhh... you've... Kurt.... you've got it all... all of me, bro..."

Being on stage at the club for all that it had taken from him in dignity when he resorted to more than just performing had given Kurt something he'd never had before - the certainty that he could make someone want him. Even when he'd been disgusted with himself for doing it, there was a power in the fact that lonely men were willing to pay for the simple privilege of his hands on them and his moans in their ear. That confidence had allowed him to approach Blaine that night, and now it allowed him to clutch at Finn's hair and squeeze his cock and purr, "Feel so full... so good..."

Violent tremors of pleasure quaked through Finn's massive frame as he soaked in the warm embrace of Kurt's incredible body. Although he enjoyed countless moments of searing ecstasy with Everett, being with Kurt was a whole new level of scorching. He quickly found himself addicted to his stepbrother, the way Kurt felt, writhed, and touched him were a potent combination of delicious eroticism. His mouth roamed all over his stepbrother's throat, before recapturing those panting lips in another ravenous kiss. Languidly he began to move his hips, and Finn nearly spun out of control at the silky caress of Kurt's tender passage around his inflamed girth. "Fuck, bro," he gasped between kisses, "this's fucking awesome... damn... so tight, hot..."

That was the general idea. Kurt squeezed Finn's cock appreciatively and let out a low groan. He stroked his fingers through Finn's hair and couldn't help but smile faintly at the look of absolute bliss on the man's face. Once upon a time he'd never thought that he would see that look outside of his fantasies and dreams. Though he knew that if things worked with Blaine they might never be together this way again, Kurt also knew he would never regret storing a moment so delicious away to hold close to his heart for the rest of his life. "Kiss me," he whispered, lips so close to Finn's he could feel his stepbrother's warm breath.

Finn groaned at the breathless plea, and he eagerly devoured Kurt's luscious mouth. His tongue slithering between feather-soft lips, he tasted every inch of that warm, wet space he could find. Kurt was achingly delicious inside and out, and Finn decided right then and there that Blaine Anderson was a fool if he didn't want his beautiful stepbrother. Of course he had been a complete idiot himself not to have seen what was right in front of his eyes back in high school. Kurt's moaning and whimpering intoxicated the former jock as his dancer's body coiled around him. He kissed him savagely, pumping and grinding his swollen cock deep inside of Kurt, nearly fainting from the intense pleasure that gripped his gyrating body. They were both so wildly aroused that Finn knew neither one of them would last much longer. He sucked on Kurt's tongue, thrusting fiercely and grunting at the same time. Another minute, and Finn could feel himself dissolving, hurtling towards a frantic torrent of hot coming.

Kurt was moments ahead of him, his whole body clenching with pleasure as he rode out the climax. Their bodies moved in perfect concert through the sharp, jerky heat of the moment. "Finn!" he screamed, tearing his mouth away from the other man's and savoring every last second. Cum spattered freely over Kurt's pale chest while his fingers dug into Finn's muscular shoulders. It should have been too much and was nearly too intense, but in the best possible way. Kurt shivered and finally pressed an open-mouthed kiss to the side of Finn's neck. "God, you're amazing," he panted happily.

"Me? Fuck, Kurt! I don't think I've ever cum so hard in my life..." Finn continued to trembled as the aftershocks of his devastating climax quaked through his large frame. His massive erection refused to die down as it remained buried deeply inside of Kurt's luscious body. With one hand still tangled in his stepbrother's hair, the other roamed down over Kurt's heaving chest, and his fingers dragged through the creamy evidence of his release. "I wish we didn't have to stop. I wish we could keep doing this over and over again." Finn brought his glistening fingers to his panting mouth, lavishly sucking them clean before Kurt's dazed eyes.

Kurt let out a shaky breath and that was followed with a soft chuckle as his eyes followed every movement of Finn's fingers. He swallowed hard at the sight and knew that if he wasn't so thoroughly spent, he would have been hard all over again. Instead he enjoyed the view for a moment silently. "Mmm... something tells me someone would notice if you didn't go back to work. Your boyfriend probably wouldn't appreciate me monopolizing all of your time either." Frankly he wasn't sure that - open to the idea of a threesome or not - Ev would really appreciate the idea of what they'd been doing at all. //Or Blaine.// Kurt knew it was risky and stupid, but he couldn't quite bring himself to care when it felt so good.

Finn mulled that over as he licked his lips and savored the taste of his stepbrother's cum. "Well, he really can't blame me," he decided, easing free of Kurt's embrace with a hearty groan. A tide of salty cream followed, and Finn wasted no time in kissing his way down the length of the other man's sensitive body. "You're so fucking hot and sexy... and I really, really wish I hadn't been such a stupid teenager..." Being hung up on whether he was straight or gay had cost him years of pleasure with Kurt. "Dude, I can't get enough of you..." As if to prove his point, Finn's tongue curled around Kurt's spent length and he took his time licking him completely clean. Then, he dove even lower and indulged himself in his own release. Lapping hungrily at his stepbrother's gaping opening, he lavished the same treatment on Kurt that he always afforded Ev.

Kurt whimpered, almost too sensitive for the treatment. His head thrashed against the arm of the couch, and finally he gasped, "Stop... god, stop... too much." He was shaking and couldn't remember ever having felt so thoroughly wrecked in his life. "Not going to be able to breathe if you keep going." Only when Finn finally pulled away did he manage to take a full breath. "Well, I suppose I don't need a shower anymore since you did such a lovely job, but I'm not going to be able to go get my things until I put some clothes on. Mind if I borrow the bathroom for a minute?" He smiled lazily at Finn and couldn't resist stealing a lingering kiss before peeling himself up off the fabric to go and try to make himself presentable for the outside world once again.

Finn gazed lustily at his stepbrother, sorely tempted to join him in the bathroom and ravish Kurt all over again. "Hey, my place is yours now, remember?" He licked his lips, unable to resist the temptation to fondle the stripper's delectable ass. "You don't have to ask for anything." Finn's grin was decidedly wolfish as he added, "And I do mean anything." Kurt living with him would have more than a number of benefits. Not only would he have a safe home, but Kurt could also indulge in every fantasy he'd been denied when they were teenagers. The thought alone sent a renewed thrill of desire surging through Finn. "Go one, get yourself cleaned up and dressed. Then, I'll drop you off to pick up your things."

While Kurt disappeared into the bathroom, Finn retrieved the video camera and hooked it up to his computer. In no time he was transferring the files onto his hard drive, and groaning at the images that played before his eyes. Ev bending over and wantonly displaying his sweet little hole, while in the next Kurt's mouth was stretched obscenely around his bloated length. Finn nearly came all over his keyboard! With trembling fingers he sent off an attachment to Ev, and he hoped that seeing the sight of himself being fucked into oblivion would leave his lover aching and begging to be claimed. Finn missed those erotic, teasing phone calls the musician had a knack for making to him.

Ev all but leapt up from the couch at the sound of his computer signaling a new email. He hadn't heard from Finn all day despite having texted his boyfriend once or twice, prodding him to supply copies of their taped rendezvous. He should have been ashamed of wanting a replay so badly so soon, but Ev wasn't interested in making any apologies when it came to wanting sexy, dirty things from Finn. He grinned at the header and the size of the attachment and in seconds was opening the video.

As the images began to play, Everett found his brain momentarily short-circuiting. He couldn't understand what he was seeing. There was Finn, gorgeous and half naked and hard. But the other person in the frame was someone he'd never seen before in his life. The beautiful young man was looking at Finn like he'd never seen anything so sexy, and as Ev watched, the two of them began to play out a scene that looked like something from a porno. Soon tears were blurring Ev's eyes, though he angrily wiped them away, reaching forward to stop the video only to catch something else, a glimpse of a photo in the background. The apartment that Ev didn't recognize... it was Finn's. The picture on the table behind the couch was very clearly Finn with his arm slung around his mother and stepfather at their wedding. Ev had seen the picture before on his lover's phone.

The gravity of the realization - that Finn was with someone else, that Finn had this person at his apartment - slowly began to dawn on Ev. Finn had never taken him home. Ever. Had never wanted them to be affectionate in public. Had been very clear that they needed to keep their relationship quiet. But it wasn't because he was in the closet. It was because he was with someone. Really with someone else. Living with him, maybe. Ev's mouth fell open, and he hurriedly slammed the laptop closed as he fought to make sense of how he'd gone from having a boyfriend to being the other man in the space of a few frames of dirty video.