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Title: Seasons of Love
Pairing: Every combination of Kurt/Rachel/Finn/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Synopsis: Kurt and Rachel moved together in NYC, leaving Blaine and Finn, their boyfriends, in Lima. Four really close friends, so close that anything could happen.

This chapter: Chapter 2, February
Pairing: Finn/Blaine
Warning: cheating
Words: 2913

Chapter One

Finn looked at his cell phone as he finished his shift at the garage. It was almost four, and he knew Blaine would get out of school soon, so he texted him to know if he wanted to come by and watch the game.

Since Kurt and Rachel had moved to New York, Blaine and Finn had been spending much more time together. They figured that keeping busy might help them miss Kurt and Rachel less, so they were really good bros now. They played videogames and watched movies together.

He was about to get in his car when his phone beeped. It was a text from Blaine, who accepted his invitation and said they’d meet at Finn’s place. When Finn pulled in front of his house, he cursed under his breath at the sight of their snow-covered driveway.

Finn liked snow: he’d watched it fall all day at work and it was really pretty. However, he’d forgotten that he’d have to shovel: Burt and Carole were away for some political stuff and some city law forbid to park in the street during the night.

He frowned as he got out of his car and got a shovel in the garage. He had just started shovelling when he saw Blaine’s car pull behind his. Blaine didn’t seem fazed by the amount of snow, which got up to his knees – mid-calf for Finn – in fact, he asked for a shovel.

Finn told him where the second one was and thanked him profusely when he came back from the garage.

“Seriously, dude, you don’t have to!”

“I want to help you,” Blaine insisted. I can’t just watch you work your ass off!”

Finn grinned at Blaine’s helpfulness.

An hour later, they were finally done and they got in. They shed their wet winter clothes and Finn put them in the dryer. He joined Blaine in the kitchen – apparently he made a mean hot chocolate.

For a minute, Finn stopped in the kitchen doorway, paralyzed by the sight of Blaine. His hair was wet and curly, which Finn hadn’t noticed when he took off his hat. His shirt was sticking to his skin – Finn realized that the shovelling had made both of them sweat a lot – and he could see a sliver of skin at the bottom of Blaine’s back as he stretched to reach the upper shelf.

Blaine finally turned around and noticed Finn standing there, which got him out of his trance.

“Do you think you can get me the cocoa? I can’t reach it.”

“The cocoa?” Finn had trouble gathering his thoughts. “Oh, right.”

He reached Blaine in three steps and stretched above him, really close to him, to get the can. Blaine shot him a weird look, but Finn didn’t know how to react so he just sat down at the table while Blaine prepared the hot chocolate. Finn didn’t understand what had just happened. He didn’t know why Blaine’s body had had this effect on him.

He decided to act as if nothing happened. Blaine and he were just bros and Finn was straight; there was no reason to pay attention to what had happened. Blaine handed him a steaming mug of chocolate covered in so many marshmallows that he couldn’t even see the liquid under them. Finn flashed the brightest grin at Blaine.

“Wow, thanks, dude!”

“No problem,” Blaine replied, blowing on his drink while he waited for it to cool down a bit. “Hey, do you think I could borrow a shirt? This one is soaked,” he added, pulling at the hem to demonstrate.

There it was. That sliver of skin again.

Focus, Finn. Blaine asked you a question. What was it again?
Right. A new shirt.

“Sure,” he finally replied when his brain decided to kick in. “Do you want me to put this one in the wash?”

“That would be great,” Blaine said, and he took it off.

Blaine was sitting bare-chested, sweaty, in front of Finn, who couldn’t compute at all. All thoughts had left his brain except one.

He was definitely attracted to Blaine.

“Finn? Is everything okay?”

Blaine’s hand was on his arm and he looked concerned. Finn realized he’d been staring and that Blaine was handing him his damp shirt.

“Right, a shirt,” Finn said, remembering what he was supposed to do.

He climbed the stairs to his room, dropping Blaine’s shirt in the wash on the way, his thoughts focussed on one thing: Blaine was shirtless in his kitchen.

And Finn wanted him very much.

He chose one of his shirts – one too small for him, so that Blaine wouldn’t look too lost in it – and made his way back to the kitchen. He handed the shirt to Blaine, who thanked him, but simply set it on the table. He was apparently too absorbed by his hot chocolate to bother getting dressed.

“What’s going on, Finn?” he finally asked.

“Wh – what do you mean?”

“You’ve been acting really weird all afternoon.”

“I – I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Finn stuttered, trying to avoid looking at Blaine.

“Alright, then,” Blaine seemed to believe him. He put down his mug with a little smile and put on Finn’s shirt, buttoning it up quite slowly.

It was still too big for him, and Finn found himself even more turned on by the sight of Blaine wearing his clothes. So much, in fact, that he choked on his drink. When he stopped coughing, he looked up to see Blaine smelling the shirt with his eyes closed.

“It smells good,” Blaine said, so softly that Finn didn’t know if it was said to him. “And it’s really soft.”

It was a really old flannel shirt that Finn used to wear in freshman year, and he forbid his mom to throw it away because it was so soft.

And now Blaine was practically hugging himself to feel the fabric, and Finn ached because he wanted to be the one those fingers caressed. Blaine looked up and stared right into Finn’s eyes. Finn desperately tried to think of something to say so Blaine wouldn’t find out that Finn wanted him.

“We’ve missed half the game,” he said desperately.

“I don’t think you mind.” Blaine’s voice was different, more... seductive?

He got up and was slowly making his way around the table, towards Finn, who had no idea what was going on.

Blaine’s face was now inches from Finn’s, and he was all but straddling him. With the same confident, sexy voice he used before, he spoke:

“If I’m not mistaken, you want this as much as I do. It would explain your strange behavior.”

Finn couldn’t do anything but nod in agreement. Blaine sat in his lap, his arms around Finn’s neck.

“I’ve wanted this for quite some time now, but today... You were so sexy with that sweaty look, and you finally seemed interested. What do you say?” Their lips were now millimeters apart; Finn could feel Blaine’s breath on his lips when he spoke.

“Mom and Burt are out for the weekend,” he said breathily, before he closed the distance between their lips.

Blaine’s lips were soft, eager, and sweet from the chocolate. Kissing him felt so natural, like he’d done it forever it; was as normal as beating him at Mario Kart. He slipped his hands under Blaine’s shirt; he needed to touch him. The contact made Blaine gasp, and Finn took this occasion to deepen the kiss, finding Blaine’s tongue with his own.

Blaine wove his fingers through Finn’s short hair. Finn didn’t know his scalp could be so sensitive – it made him moan and dig his fingers into Blaine’s skin.

“I want you so much,” Blaine breathed in Finn’s mouth.

Finn felt exactly the same; he got up, hooking Blaine’s legs around his waist, and made his way upstairs to his room. They kept kissing all the way upstairs; their kisses were frantic and needy, as if they were trying to devour each other.

Blaine’s fingers were pulling at the hem of his shirt, trying to undress him in the middle of the staircase. Their breathing was quickening, they were panting in each other’s mouth, trying to kiss and lick and bite at the same time. Finn’s shirt was bunched up under his arms as Blaine couldn’t take it off while Finn was holding him up, but he was still running his hands all over Finn’s back.

Finn was glad the stairs were carpeted because he almost fell and dropped Blaine in his haste to get to his room. They finally got there, and Finn kicked the door shut behind them before dropping Blaine on the bed.

Blaine scrambled up to his knees, pulling Finn closer by his belt loops. He let his lips trail down Finn’s chest. Finn took off his shirt while Blaine kissed and licked him all over, teasing his nipples with the tip of his tongue.

Finn then went to work on Blaine’s shirt – Finn’s shirt, who looked so sexy on his small frame – unbuttoning it while Blaine was still busy making his nipples as hard as possible. When Finn undid the last button and slid Blaine’s shirt off his shoulders, Blaine nibbled teasingly at his left nipple, making him gasp.

Finn had never needed something this much. He pushed Blaine back on the bed and climbed on top of him to kiss him. Their skins felt so good against each other, sticky from all the sweating, sharing a warmth that irradiated the whole room. Finn’s entire body was flat against Blaine’s their legs intertwined, and Finn was so lost in kissing Blaine that he forgot to rest his weight on his elbows.

“Sorry, am I crushing you?” he asked, breaking the kiss.

“A little, but I love it,” Blaine answered, a bit out of breath.

Panicked, Finn rolled on his side next to Blaine.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you...”

Blaine was grabbing at Finn’s chest, trying to get him back on top.

“No, I swear,” he said hurriedly. “I love the feeling... Being pressed into the mattress, unable to move...”

Blaine had a look of lust while he talked that made Finn so horny that he rolled back on top of him and started kissing him again. Blaine was apparently turned on as well: his hips kept bucking up, and Finn could feel on his hip how hard he was.

Finn was hard as well, and he loved the feeling of Blaine’s hips against his cock. He grinded his hips down to get more of that much-needed friction. Blaine’s gasps and moans punctuated every thrust and told him just how much Blaine loved this. Kissing had been replaced by panting into each other’s open mouth and sloppily licking at tongues and lips.

“I want you so much, I need you – “ Blaine breathed.

“Me too,” Finn growled, grinding down harder to get some release.

“ – in me.”

At these words, Finn stopped still. He was sure that the tiniest touch could make him come. He bit down on Blaine’s lower lip and knew he’d drawn blood when he felt the familiar salty taste on his tongue. He got up to his knees, wrestling his belt and pants open. He was shaking so much he could hardly undo his belt; Blaine had to do it. He stared deep into Finn’s eyes as he dropped Finn’s pants and boxers on the floor and did the same with his own.

Finn rummaged in his nightstand to find a condom and lube – he’d bought a bottle when Rachel had moved and he had started experimenting alone. Blaine took the bottle from his hands and asked him, in a sultry voice:

“Do you want to watch?”

Finn couldn’t do anything but nod. The way Blaine asked him, the look in his eyes, what he was about to do, it was nearly enough to make him cream his pants, and he had to think of the mailman to calm down. When he opened his eyes, which he hadn’t realized were closed, Blaine was sitting against the headboard and his slick fingers were grazing his own entrance. Finn swallowed heavily and sat down in front of him, close enough to touch him, but far enough to see everything.

Blaine pushed a finger inside of him and moaned, which made Finn look up. The faces he made were as hot as seeing him fingering himself, and Finn didn’t know where to look. Blaine now had two fingers sliding in and out of his ass and Finn couldn’t look away.

Blaine finally put a third finger in, moaning Finn’s name as he did so. Finn couldn’t control himself anymore. He bounced forward and straddled one of Blaine’s legs, out of the way so that Blaine could still move his hand. Finn licked a trail from Blaine’s shoulder to his earlobe and sank his teeth hard into his neck. Blaine’s entire body jerked and Finn groaned, sucking at the warm skin. He made his way to Blaine’s ear and whispered:


“God yes.” Blaine looked like he was about to faint or burst and he was completely still, except for his fingers, who were still moving in and out his ass. He looked overwhelmed, and moaned in such a needy fashion that Finn decided to take control. He pulled Blaine to make him lie on the bed and he turned him around, flat on his chest. He grabbed at his hips to make him hold his ass up. Blaine moaned wantonly.

“You like this, huh?” Finn growled while he rolled the condom on his hardness.

“Come on, need you...”

Blaine’s begging sent sparks down Finn’s spine, and he couldn’t wait a second more. One hand on Blaine’s hip to steady himself, the other grabbed his cock and aligned it to Blaine’s entrance. He pushed in, slowly at first. As Blaine’s whimpers switched from pain to pleasure, he sank in until his balls grazed Blaine’s.

Blaine felt so tight around Finn’s cock, all warm and slick, and Finn didn’t want to move just yet. Blaine was trying to thrust his hips up to get him to move.

“Fuck me, Finn, please,” he begged.

Finn’s hands moved from Blaine’s hips to his shoulder blades, and he pressed down, hard, until Blaine’s chest was flat against the mattress, his ass sticking up in the air. Finn then slid out of him, almost all the way out, and slammed back in. Blaine’s shout was muffled by the pillow but was still unmistakeable.

Finn needed to hear more of Blaine’s shouts and moans, so he slid out and pounded back in, each time harder and faster. Blaine moaned again as he clenched around Finn’s cock. Finn couldn’t hold it in anymore. He felt his balls tighten and slammed hard into Blaine one last time. The wave hit him hard and his entire body trembled as he came. He fell on Blaine, letting his weight press him down. He shouted Blaine’s name and sank his teeth in the skin between Blaine’s shoulder blades.

He stayed still for a while, trying to stop his body from shaking, until he felt Blaine move frantically under him. Finn rolled on his side and his soft cock twitched when he saw that he had left his mark on several places of Blaine’s skin, where he had bitten him.

He suddenly realized that Blaine was grinding down on the bed, trying to get some release. Finn growled and turned him over, getting on his knees to take Blaine’s throbbing cock in his mouth. Blaine gasped when Finn wrapped his slick mouth around his cock. Blaine’s hands shot up to grab Finn’s head.

Finn loved the feeling. He had never had a cock in his mouth before, but he loved having his mouth full of Blaine, and those hands on his head were about to drive him crazy. As much as he had loved fucking Blaine into the mattress, he also loved to give up control.

Blaine’s hips bucked up, his hands keeping Finn’s head in place, so he didn’t have much choice but to relax his throat to get Blaine deeper inside of him. Blaine looked like he was on the edge: his head was thrown back, his back arched, and his fingers were digging hard into Finn’s scalp.

Finn raised a hand to caress Blaine’s balls, and it was all it took to send Blaine over the edge. He pulled at Finn’s hair to warn him, but it was too late. Finn had time to take it out of his mouth, but Blaine shot his load all over Finn’s chest. Some of it even landed on Finn’s cheek and lip. Finn licked his lips tentatively and was surprised to see that he quite liked it.

Blaine’s eyes widened and he sat up straight, a demanding hand cupping Finn’s neck to get him closer. With a hungry look, he licked Finn’s cheek clean and devoured his mouth. He then licked at Finn’s chest to get every single drop of his come. Finn looked at him, amazed and turned on, and pulled him down to lie on the bed together. Blaine let out a huffed breath, settling in the crook of Finn’s arm.

“So, that was amazing,” Finn breathed out.

Blaine nodded. Finn was about to fall asleep when Blaine sat up in the bed like he’d suddenly realized something.

“Finn! Today was Valentine’s Day!”


Chapter 3
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