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      Published: 2011-02-01 Words: 4445
****** Always an Uncle, Never a Dad ******
by zephyrprince
Summary
     “My brother’s having a baby.”
Notes
     This story was written for the What I Go To School For Will/Finn
     exchange, hosted by the Winnners Livejournal group. It was conceived
     as a gift for dark_dreymer based on his prompt.
I gotta admit, I’m really good at Halo. For a while I kinda thought that didn’t
matter as much, ya know, next to things like glee and football, like my real
skills, or compared to my friendships or this guy I really love… But at the end
of the day… Halo is awesome. And I am really good at it.
I guess that’s why I hadn’t really heard any of the conversation when Will
finally clicked off his phone on the other side of the room and started
massaging his adorable dilf dimpled forehead. I always notice that and chuckle
a little and then I remember that it’s usually a bad sign. I stopped smiling
and crumpled up my mouth into a serious face. Will rubbing his forehead is how
I know he’s upset. I’m really perceptive about that stuff, ya know. But I’m
also really good at Halo. And in that instant I had to make a really tough
decision.
Aw, fuck.
“What’s wrong?” I put down the controller and got up, raising my eyebrows
trying to make a concerned face.
Will crossed his arms over his chest and pulled at his sweater vest, kinda
hugging himself and grimacing.
“My brother’s having a baby.”
“Aw shit, that’s great!” I was confused, “Wait, so why are you upset. . . . You
have a brother?”
Will looked up and squinted at me on that last one. Fuck. I really do try.
“Okay, but really, why is that so bad?” I awkwardly wrapped my big bulky teen
arms around his torso and pulled his head down onto my pec just below the
shoulder.
He let out a long sigh, nestling into my body.
“I donno, Finn. . . . You’re right. It’s great.” He made a forced smile.
Even more confused. But I just hugged him tighter and went with it.
“Yeah, adorable.”
                              ------------------
I have to admit, I am a very talented dancer. It’s been great having more
access to studio spaces now that I’ve really gotten glee off the ground and
convinced Figgins to reallocate some of the Cheerios’ money. It’s convenient
because we can practice in here once a week, but I can also come to work
through new choreography, which is exactly what I do when I need to clear my
mind. Nothing like the raging disco beat of KC and the Sunshine Band to help me
blow off some steam.
I knew Finn meant well, but sometimes he just didn’t get it. I guess that’s
what I get for dating a younger guy. Crap. So. Much. Younger. And even with the
pregnancy scare he and Quinn went through – or he and Quinn and Puck. . . . or
whatever. Even though all that happened that semester, sometimes it’s still
tough to relate when I’ve done marriage, I’ve done hysterical pregnancy, sadly
misguided girlfriends, and multiple amorous mistakes, and that was all in the
space of just these past couple years.
I gripped the ballet bar and watched myself execute a demi-plié in the mirror
before cutting loose with my pointer finger as I grooved across the room.
I don’t know. As much as I hate to admit it, becoming an uncle just makes me
question what I’m doing with my life. I love teaching and these kids really
need me. I bring hope to their lives and inspire them on a daily basis.
But then I think about how much glee is making all of them want to pursue show
business – Broadway, Top 40 music, movies, television. And I mean, I try to
ignore it, but the reality is that that’s probably not going to work out for
most of them so. . . . what am I really doing?
“Do a little dance.”
Plus I’m a Spanish teacher.
“Make a little love.”
I don’t even really speak Spanish.
“Get down tonight.”
And it’s not like being an uncle just reminds me of how much I wanted to be a
dad, but. . . . Yeah.
“Get down tonight.”
“Get down tonight.”
                              ------------------
I couldn’t really focus on practice. I just kept thinking about what Schue had
said about his brother and the baby and all that. It was majorly weird.
I just don’t think about babies. Not anymore, thank god. But was that what Will
wanted? I kinda thought he’d had enough of that, too, but I bet he feels like
his biological clock is ticking or something. Or was that only for women? Wait,
what about when it’s two dudes?
Ugh.
There was that again.
“Down, set, hike.”
Oh shit, I ran but cocked up the practice play again.
“Hudson,” Beiste yelled out from the sideline, blowing her whistle.
“Dude, what is with you?” I could hear Puck’s voice from under a nearby face
mask. I looked over trying to think of a response.
“Hudsooooon,” I heard Coach Beiste’s voice again, louder this time and
abandoned Puck to hustle over.
I guess I deserved the chewing out I got, but being sent away from practice
sucked. I just knew I was going to get fucked over for quarterback again now
that Sam was around, and, shit. Fuck. Damnit.
I pulled off my pads and slouched down on the locker room bench, cradling my
sweat-covered head in my hands.
Fuck. And all ‘cause I got distracted by that again. The gay thing.
I should just get over it. I mean, who cares, right? Bi. Gay. Gay-for-Will. I
wasn’t sure and it wasn’t doing me a whole lot of good to think about.
I started to strip off the rest of my uniform, getting down to my compression
shorts, which I painfully peeled from my damp, smelly groin.
It felt better being naked in the locker room with nobody else around. Usually
I’d be really self-conscious about my junk, but I didn’t have to worry about it
with everyone else still on the field so I grabbed my towel and strode into the
showers.
See, my dick is pretty small. I had tried not to think about it for years, but
I had to admit it. It was undersized. I measured once when I was younger and it
was about three inches. Maybe it’s grown since then but I can’t bring myself to
really check. It was enough to see the comparison with Noah’s seven incher and
now having to look at Sam’s epic schlong all the time. . . . And that fucker
knows it’s huge so he just lets it hang out all over the place. All. The. Time.
Well fuck him.
It’s just one more thing to feel inferior about. Not big enough. Not straight
enough. Not even a good enough guy for Will.
Shit.
I tried to sing in the shower – that was really the best part of locker room
alone time – but I just didn’t have it in me.
                              ------------------
I got home that evening and started fixing some omelets. I wasn’t sure if Finn
would be over that night, but I hoped so despite the events of the prior
evening.
I cracked an egg on the side of the pan and released its contents without
losing any fragments of the shell. Yes. I had really come a long way since
Terri left. I fist pumped in the air and did it again.
There was no sign of Finn so I cleared a space at the table and sat down alone.
Outside it began to rain.
Looking around I realized that although I’d improved in cooking, I’d really
failed as far as cleaning went. My apartment looked like a teenage boy’s
bedroom.
I put another bite in my mouth and squinted, surveying the room again. I guess
I was wrong: it was a teenage boy’s room. There was all this shit of Finn’s all
over everything. His Xbox, games, empty beer cans, the laptop I got him –
didn’t he need that for school? – and clothes everywhere. I started to get
annoyed and got up grabbing at everything I could see and tossing it into a
pile in the corner.
It wasn’t the visual and olfactory evidence that my lover was a guy that got to
me. . . . I’d been through enough in my life not to be shocked when I turned
out to like men, err, boys, errrr, no, men. . . . but why did I have to be
attracted to such a slob? I’d nearly forgotten my dinner when I grabbed up a
striped sweater only to find his dirty grey boxer briefs underneath.
I pulled them up and, accidentally inhaled as they neared my face. Immediately
I was hit by the distinct odor of Finn’s ball sweat.
I collapsed down onto the couch and started to sob a little bit.
I also got wood.
                              ------------------
I was feeling better that night by the time I got home. Decided not to go to
Will’s cause, well, I hadn’t known he had a little bro and now I thought he
wanted a baby and I didn’t know if I was even gay and I hated my little penis.
So yeah.
But that night at the dinner table, we had this weird-ass conversation.
“So father, now that everything’s tied up with the wedding, are you and Carol
thinking of kids?” Kurt asked with a cock of his head and a little flourish on
the last word.
“Oh,” Burt looked suddenly really uncomfortable. He shuffled his feet under the
table and looked around at me and then Kurt, but not making eye contact with my
mom. Thunder cracked outside but the four of us barely noticed.
She seemed less put off but still unsure, “We haven’t really talked about it,
Kurt. I guess I just thought that we already had two sons we both love so much.
. . .”
“But don’t you want a child that combines your genes and emerges as the
ultimate metaphoric product of your loving union?”
“Hey, that’s not for everyone, ya know, Kurt,” I broke in suddenly and then
felt awkward ‘cause. . . . well, where did that come from?
Kurt pursed his lips, “Well, I just think that’s easy for you to say, Finn,
seeing as how you’ll always have that option, whereas my future partner and I
will have to explore other avenues.”
“You don’t know anything about me,” I said, again sounding more pissed than I
expected.
“Oh really?”
“Boys, boys, stop it,” Burt said.
I let it go, but, man, that got to me. I just kept thinking about how it was
fucked up that I was expected to want kids with someone or else it was like I
didn’t really love them.
I walked outside and apparently it was raining cats and dogs, but I didn’t
really care or even notice that much. I was so focused on my feelings – for
once, hah – and I just started walking and my t-shirt and jeans were getting
soaked. I gripped the sides of my forehead and then threw my hands down to my
waist.
It’s just like, maybe I do want a kid. I don’t know. I’m still in high school.
I’ve got a lot of other shit to worry about and I know Will’s older and I know
Kurt’s got a lot of stuff on his plate, but why was it coming at me from
everywhere?
It was hard to tell ‘cause I was already so wet anyway but I think I started to
cry a little. And then I wasn’t thinking about anything, just walking and
sobbing and feeling my way forward.
I ended up running through the rain to Will’s apartment where I turned up
sopping wet on his doorstep. I almost didn’t knock.
                              ------------------
I held the dirty underwear to my face, breathing in Finn’s scent. The sobs had
subsided and it occurred to me that I really cared about this kid. It didn’t
matter that we weren’t in the exact same place in life at the moment. That’s
why I’d risked everything – my job, public humiliation – because of the way
things were when we were together. Because of the way he made me feel, even by
way of underpants.
I thought about what Emma had said when I told her what was going on. . . .
Actually, I’m still not sure that was a good idea even if she and Carl are
happy and even if she couldn’t tell anyone anyway because of councilor
confidentiality. Or something. I think. Anyway.
She thought I was trying to reclaim the childhood I lost to Terri and my sexual
identity confusion. Or something along those lines. And I think I felt like
that somehow undermined what Finn and I had. But sitting there on my couch, I
just found that it really didn’t matter. I mean, sometimes surprising stuff
happens. Sometimes feelings happen and they can’t be boiled down to neurosis.
Or even if they can, that doesn’t make them any less real.
I hated to admit it, but I thought a big part of this fight – if it could even
be called that – boiled down to my insecurities about his age. I sighed.
I also thought about the sex and unbuttoned the top button of my shirt under my
sweater vest, pulling at it to air out my hairy upper body. Dating a teenager
definitely had its advantages, too. Those raging hormones weren’t something I
missed most of the time – I remember how confusing and overwrought everything
constantly was when your body’s going crazy like that – but man, the sex was
awesome. He was horny constantly which really got me going in a way I never
thought I’d experience. As my temperature began to rise, I could feel my sweat
glands tingle. And that’s when I heard the knock at the door.
I jumped up, assessing the mess again quickly, not knowing who it could
possibly be.
The knock came again, this time even more forceful so I left it alone and went
to the front.
I opened the door and was greeted by an image I definitely had not been
expecting. It was Finn and he was drenched from head to toe.
“I love you,” he said, rain running down his matted hair all over his reddened
face.
I was shocked, but…
“I love you too.”
“I’m sorr…”
“Come in, you lug,” I snickered a little and almost teared up again. Finn
lunged forward and threw his wet arms around me. I stepped back and started to
protest. But I couldn’t. I just held him there as my heat mixed with his cold
wet body.
He looked up at me and we locked eyes. It wasn’t until that moment that I
realized he’d been crying too. I stared into the face of the boy I loved so
much. I pressed my lips to his, kissing long and hard as our tongues twisted
slowly together.
“Let’s get you out of these,” I said, pulling on his sopping shirt.
                              ------------------
Will led me to the bathroom and started to pull my shirt off. He slung it over
the shower rod to drip dry and then turned back, taking in the sight of my
chest.
He traced his finger along the line between my pecs and down to the left, below
my nipple. It tickled a little but I didn’t make a funny face. I was still too
out of it to say anything or move my features out of my default open-lipped
expression.
The light was low in the room, just the glow that filtered in from the stormy
evening outside. He dragged his finger lower through my pudgy abs and came to
the button on my jeans.
He undid it and tugged the fly down without breaking eye contact. I wasn’t
wearing a belt so he pulled and my pants hit the floor, puddling around my
ankles. I stayed motionless and swallowed hard.
He pulled off his sweater vest and popped the top buttons on his shirt before
pulling it over his head.
We were both bare chested now. He pushed himself against me and our height
difference became really obvious. He pushed up to kiss my clavicle and I could
feel his body hair rubbing up against my smoothness. I felt his stubble on my
neck and my boner raged in my exposed tighty whiteys.
He kissed up my neck, placing his hand on my naked thigh just below my
straining junk. Even in my near trance-like state, this started to drive me a
little crazy. I needed him to touch my cock. Now.
Finally his lips reached mine and I thrust my hand down the back of his pants,
gripping his tight ass inside his silk boxer shorts. I squeezed and he moaned,
kissing me full on the mouth.
I closed my eyes and gave in.
I reached behind him with my other hand and kneaded both of his ass cheeks. He
stuck his butt out, writhing in the air a little bit, urging me to continue,
but I needed more attention too. My cock was going to explode without prompting
if we continued like this much longer.
I took my hands from his ass and hooked my thumb into the front of his
trousers, giving a smile he probably couldn’t see because of the light. Still,
I tried to make a “come hither” face. Keyword: tried. I pulled him by the pants
into the bedroom.
When we got there, he took the lead again, bending me over his knee to give me
a mock spanking. It was a game we played sometimes ‘cause he was my teacher and
all, but, to be honest, it was a little awkward and I wasn’t really in a
playful mood and it actually kind of hurt my butt.
Mostly I just wanted to get fucked.
Luckily before the last swat he pulled my white briefs down in the back and
smacked his hand right down on my bare ass. Afterward, this allowed me to lean
up and grind my hole on his obvious hard-on in the trousers that were already
starting to come off him.
Will didn’t need more prompting than that. He shucked off the rest of his
clothes and lined his dick up with my opening. For a guy with such a small
dick, I apparently have kind of a wide-set asshole so he didn’t really have to
use a lot of lube. I had been sweating and all it took was a little spit.
Will wet his wick and started to push himself inside me. First the head and
then more and more of his six inches of manhood pushed past the opening and
into my rectum.
It hurt a little but I only took a second to get used to it. I loved being
filled up like this. I know it sounds dumb but it felt like I was being touched
in places I hadn’t even known existed before Will. His cock was just so hard
and it felt great hitting right on my prostate.
He started to pump in and out harder and faster while I just closed my eyes and
focused on the sensation, occasionally bending my knees or pushing back to
force him deeper inside me. I wasn’t playing with my dick because it was still
covered by the tighty whiteys that hung on just below my bubble butt. By now
they were completely drenched with my precum.
Will grunted and I clinched my butthole, even more aroused by the manly sound.
Then I realized that his grunting usually meant he was trying not to cum so
closing down harder probably wasn’t the thing to do.
I released the pressure and he pulled out. Still on my hands and knees I turned
around and licked at his ball sack, avoiding his tempting cock so he wouldn’t
shoot just yet. He made a couple more noises that obviously indicated he was
enjoying what I was doing with my mouth so I ventured further, running my wet
tongue down his taint.
He pushed my unusually large head away and flopped down on the bed next to me
where I continued, inching towards his manhole, which was ringed by curly ass-
hair.
Okay, I’d never done it before, but I have to admit, I was a little curious
about rimming, and even though I had been emotionally overcome earlier – or
maybe because of all that intensity – I was driving this train very quickly in
New Directions.
So I jumped in.
I couldn’t see Will’s face when I did it but I could hear him and I’m pretty
sure that it wouldn’t be a lie to say his eyes bugged out of his head. First I
licked the outside of his hole as it clinched tightly closed in surprise, but
then I pushed in deeper and further, fucking him with my wet tongue.
His ass was hard as a rock, muscular from all that dancing I guess. He started
to flex it on my face, practically eating my tongue with his hole. I grabbed
his hips with my big clumsy hands and lifted him straight up.
“Woah,” he was really all over the place now with the new feelings in his
insides plus the feeling of being pushed around, but he clearly loved it. And I
loved that.
I positioned him on top of my face and then pulled his ass-cheeks open, nearly
choking myself as I cleaned him out. Will, for his part, regained control,
planted his legs on either side of my head and squatted down, riding my mouth
and pulling on his cock, beating it off while he rode.
I’m not sure what came over me but after a while I slid out from under him and
stood up. I flipped him over on his stomach and Will knew what was coming next.
We’d tried it before a couple of times, but I either couldn’t stay hard or I
blew immediately all over his perfect pink pucker. Fuck. . . . or . . . . or
not that. Womp.
But this time, I was ready. I finally pulled my briefs band over my short
chubby stump of a dick. My head was thick, not very flared at the crown and my
balls hung down only slightly in their leathery hairless sack.
I put it against Will’s opening where my tongue had just been and began to ease
it inside of him. He cried out a little and bit down on his pillow.
“Stop, just wait a second.”
I breathed out, trying not to move, but it was fucking hard ‘cause it felt so
good.
Plus I never thought a guy would be asking me to ease up because I was hurting
him with my miniature dong.
Eventually he adjusted and I could feel his hole relax a little, easing open. I
thrust back and forth slowly at first and Will started making crazy noises.
Honestly they would have been distracting if I wasn’t so focused on my other
head.
I held out way longer than I expected but eventually I knew I was close.
“I’m…”
“Wait,” Will said. I stopped and somehow he quickly swiveled around – I’m still
not sure how that worked – so that he was on his back but my dick stayed hard
and in charge the whole time. . . . Sorry I couldn’t resist that one, but my
dick stayed plugged in him the whole time.
He gripped his own wet dick and I continued. A few thrusts and he screwed up
his face even more, his forehead creasing, his lips opening, jaw unhinged. He
let out a little whimper and started blowing a monster load, shot after shot of
long, thick white ropes of jizz all over his chest and stomach. His dick moved
forward and back so that some of his mess spurted all over me too.
That was more than I could take. My asshole clinched behind me and I gripped my
man’s sides as I pushed in one more time and started to discharge in his
rectum, drenching his insides with my cum.
“Ahhh.”
                              ------------------
After Finn orgasms, he usually likes to take a nap. I rarely mind. I just like
pressing my body up against him, spooning him from behind or holding him curled
up in the fetal position between my arm and torso.
This time, however, we lay face to face with my spent penis lying on top of his
cummy little dick that had shriveled up over his tight balls. The muscles of
our stomachs and chests heaved in a slow rhythm, rubbing together slightly as
we breathed. Finn wasn’t asleep but he also wasn’t making eye contact.
“Hey,” I said, nudging the side of his face with my nose and then kissing his
jaw line.
“Hey,” he said, moving his gaze from above my face to below.
“What’s up, buddy?”
“I just feel bad, ya know? I mean. . . .” He breathed hard, obviously still
recovering despite the fact that his thoughts were already elsewhere. “I just
don’t know if I’m really ready to be a dad, and…”
“Aww, Finn. I’m sorry about all that. . . . . I’m pretty sure I’m not ready
either.”
“It’s not just that. I mean, I donno, Will. Like I know I put all my
insecurities on you – school stuff, extracurriculars, my sexuality, my. . . .
,” he motioned to his thing.
“Oh come on, that’s what I’m here for, guy. And don’t think I don’t do the
same, especially lately . . . . especially about whether I’m a child molester,”
I forced out a little laugh and then cringed, waiting for his response to that
. . . . .
”Haha,” he cracked a smile for the first time all night and I exhaled feeling a
little relieved and laughing a little more.
“And why do you worry about your penis? You know I love it,” I said, reaching
down and cupping his balls. “I just feel like we’ve gotta be aware of those
things and help each other through it all. That’s how we make this work.”
“I love you, Will.” Finn reached over with his awkwardly large arms and wrapped
them around me.
I pulled back, “Woah, woah, you’re all covered in cum, you slob.”
Finn pretty obviously forced his face into a hurt expression.
“Haha, alright. You know I love you, too.”
We held each other and soon fell asleep right there.
                              ------------------
One year later, a different knock sounded through Will’s apartment.
“Hey guys, come on in,” Will said with his usual teacherly enthusiasm.
“Hey Dan,” he hugged his brother. “Sarah. And this must be little Darlene,
aww.”
The baby was really fuckin’ cute. . . . I mean, woah. It was really very cute.
She was cute. Whatever. She was really, really cute.
“And you guys, there’s someone I want you to meet too. This is kind of a
surprise, but . . . . . this is my partner, Finn Hudson.”
“Nice to meet you guys.”
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