Thanks again for the reviews and alerts!

I just couldn't let them go, I love them so much, so I wrote another chapter as a gift to myself and everybody who wanted more.

That one is really the last one, though, but stay tuned as I'm writing another Furt fic!

Chapter title is from a Ben Lee song.

For the second day in a row, Finn woke up with Kurt curled up in his arms. This time, thought, he was totally allowed to touch and kiss this inviting skin, which he did, and he couldn't believe his luck.

Kurt woke up under the soft touches. He turned to face Finn, and winced.

"What's going on?" Finn was worried Kurt would change his mind about the whole thing.

"Sleeping in pants in which we came? Not the brightest idea ever."

Finn chuckled. He knew how Kurt was with his clothes. In fact, he was even surprise that he actually slept in his pants, let alone coming in them.

He got out of bed, understanding what Kurt meant. It was kinda disgusting, but not that much when he thought about how it happened.

He took Kurt in his arms and walked to the bathroom before he could protest.

"Come on, then, let's get out of those filthy pants," he said with a wink.

Kurt rolled his eyes, but Finn could tell he wasn't really annoyed. He put him back to his feet on the cold bathroom floor and proceeded to unzip Kurt's pants. It wasn't easy, though, because Kurt kept trying to kiss him.

Finn felt himself grow harder again, and he could feel that the same was happening to Kurt under his hands. He broke the kiss long enough to get rid of Kurt's pants and boxers as well as his own.

He turned on the water and stepped in the shower, pulling on Kurt's hand so that he'd follow him. Finn couldn't believe this was actually happening. Kurt was in the shower with him, completely naked and dripping wet. Finn groaned something like:

"God, this is so much better than yesterday!"

He dropped to his knees, taking Kurt's cock in his hand and stroking it softly.

"What do you mean, yesterday?"

Nothing could distract Kurt when he wanted to know something; not even sex, apparently. Finn went beet-red.

"I – I kinda jerked off in the shower while – while thinking about you."

Kurt smirked. "Is that right?"

Finn nodded. "You were just so hot when you got out of the shower…"

Kurt chuckled. Finn, who was still holding his cock, gave it a few quick strokes, and the laughter transformed into a gasp that he loved to hear.

He couldn't stop looking at Kurt's cock. It was so big, and soft, and wet. Finn couldn't help himself; he licked tentatively at the head. Kurt moaned and his hands flew directly to Finn's head, where his fingers tangled themselves in his hair.

Encouraged, Finn kissed the tip and ran his tongue down the length. It seemed to become even harder than before. Kurt drew a sharp breath and started moaning.

Finn couldn't resist Kurt's moans. He had to do everything to cause more. He knew what he had to do for that, but he was a little scared. He'd never given a blowjob, he'd never even gotten one, so all he knew about that came from porn. Plus, up until yesterday, he didn't even know he was into dudes, so he never thought he'd have to do that someday. Also, Kurt was surprisingly big, and Finn really didn't know what would happen if he tried to take that in his mouth.

Kurt seemed to have noticed his trouble, because he got down on his knees too. He cupped his face in his hands, staring right in his eyes.

"You don't have to do this if you don't want to, you know?"

"Oh, I totally want to, I want it so much, I'm just a bit – I've never done this before, I don't want to screw up…"

"Don't worry, I've never done it either. Just know you can stop whenever you want."

Finn nodded. Kurt got up, flashing him a reassuring smile.

Finn suddenly realized he was already missing Kurt's moans, and that he should probably get back to business if he wanted to hear them again.

Once again, then, he took Kurt's cock in his hand and started to stroke it. He licked the tip a few times before taking it in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue. He'd wanted to taste Kurt so much, and it was finally happening. It tasted better than he thought it would; he realized he was probably tasting some of Kurt's come from the night before and it turned him on so much he moaned Kurt's name.

Finn didn't really know what he was doing. He was licking and sucking a bit randomly, guided by the sounds of Kurt's moans, which told him that he was somewhat doing it right. Plus, it was turning him on a lot. He never knew it could feel this good to pleasure someone. Kurt was moaning and grasping at his hair, and it was all because of him. The thought made him feel strangely proud.

Suddenly, Kurt's breath got faster and he pulled a little on Finn's shoulder, to make him get up.

"Come here," he said, almost breathless.

Finn got up and pulled Kurt's warm and wet body against his. Kurt slipped a hand between them and took hold of both their cocks, stroking and rubbing them together.

It felt like heaven; especially since Kurt's dick was slick from being in his mouth. Kurt was pumping his fist around them, flicking his thumb over the tips. His other hand was pressed on Finn's ass to hold him close.

Finn couldn't do a thing: he was overwhelmed by the sensations – especially now that Kurt's mouth began to suck at his neck. His hands were flat against the wet tiles behind Kurt to hold himself upright as he was sure his muscles would fail him soon if it continued being this good.

Kurt had nibbled his way from his neck to his ear and was now whispering filthy things in his ear. His already overstimulated brain couldn't take more. He registered nothing more than the last words – "fuck me, Finn" – before he came harder than he ever did before. He arched his back against Kurt's body, pumping harder in his fist, and sank his nails deep in his shoulders, moaning his name before collapsing on him.

Kurt was still stroking himself; he came quickly after him, adding his come to Finn's on their stomachs.

Finn slid against the tiled wall, sitting on the floor of the shower. He pulled at Kurt to make him sit between his legs, his back to Finn's chest. They cuddled like this for some time, Finn pressing gentle kisses to Kurt's neck.

He reached for a washcloth and began to clean the come from Kurt's chest. He thought he was beautiful like this, still panting from his orgasm, all limp in Finn's arms, with red spots on his pale skin where Finn had dug his nails.



"That step-brothers with benefits thing? I think it's the best idea you ever had."