Finn made his way to his room, rubbing his stomach, a satisfied smile on his face. He pretty much knew his mom was an awesome cook, but dammit if his mom wasn't the most awesome cook ever.
He couldn't quite look her in the eye during dinner though, still feeling guilty about Quinn's pregnancy. Luckily his mom was the type of mom who accepted "nothing" as an answer when asking what was wrong, even though it was clearly something.
And then there was the incident at Mr. Schu's apartment earlier that evening.
"I should really get going."
"Finn, wait!"
He briefly wonders what might have happened if he had stayed longer. Mr. Schu didn't appear to have similar feelings. Whatever these feelings were that Finn had (of which he was still unsure) clearly it was entirely his deal.
"Finn... stay."
Finn threw himself down on the bed and allowed himself to drift into a half sleeping state. He did have a long day and he was really tired. He thought back to earlier, the vision of Mr. Schu standing before him in loose fitting track pants and a sweat soaked gray shirt.
Although, they didn't get that much of a work out, and he didn't actually remember Mr. Schuester sweating all that much. But imagining him all sweaty was better than not, so he went with it.
He watched Mr. Schu's form become clearer as he drifted off into this dream he was apparently having.
Wanting Mr. Schuester to come closer to him, he did, removing the gray sweat soaked t-shirt and throwing it on the ground. This was even better than sweaty Mr. Schu. Finn allowed himself to be pulled back over to the couch, which was considerably bigger than he remembered it being earlier.
"Mr. Schuester... Will, I-"
"Call me Mr. Schuester. I like it."
"Yeah, me too."
Someone kissed someone then, Finn wasn't really sure who moved first. They just suddenly were. He was braver here, allowing his hands to roam over Mr. Schuester's chest and arms. They were hard. His entire body was hard. Even his lips felt heavy and nearly suffocating. Finn thought then, for a moment, that breathing was highly overrated. Finn's entire body was warm and it felt like his skin was dancing. A quiet hum filled the room and the air was thick.
His half-conscience mind told his hand to slowly make it's way down Finn's chest and push through the elastic band of his boxers and basketball shorts. A calloused hand gripped his half-hard cock.
In his dream, however, he was rigid. His clothes conveniently missing, he leaned back against the couch as Mr. Schuester lowered his head into his lap, his warm tongue flicked out suddenly to graze the tip of his dick.
He let out a small, shallow gasp as Mr. Schuester ran his tongue slowly up and down his shaft, the humming in the room got a little louder, the air a little thicker.
He let out a long, quiet moan as those same hands gripped his balls and squeezed lightly. Mr. Schu's tongue flicking out over the tip before slowly taking Finn's cock entirely in his mouth, sucking hard.
He barely felt Mr. Schu lift his legs up onto his shoulder, but he definitely noticed when he felt his dick being slowly released and that same warm tongue, that had just been doing pretty amazing things, made it's way back from dick, to balls, to anus.
As the humming in the room grew louder still, Finn felt two hands make their way up his chest. He felt a jolt of electricity coarse through him every time a finger grazed nipple.
"Mr. Schuester. I want you."
Finn couldn't see him, but he sensed the smile that spread across his face. He tried to look up but he couldn't even lift his head.
Feeling Mr. Schu shift above him they were suddenly face to face with one another. Finn felt something hard press against him, but in a second he was filled completely. And he wasn't just talking about his ass. His entire body, every single hole in his body felt full.
Mr. Schuester picked a steady, rough pace and stuck with it. Their bodies rocked together, unnaturally slick. It caused the hum in the room to shift, as if it actually were the air, and as they moved through it they disturbed it, causing it's rhythm to change; it became more erratic and fast-paced.
As they started to move faster, Finn felt his heart beating quickly in his throat. He could hear it as if it had been removed from his body and placed next to him. His head was pounding and he could not breath.
The hum in the room was very loud now, nearly deafening. He tried lifting his head to go in for a kiss, but he couldn't.
He didn't need to. Mr. Schuester pressed his lips firmly against his, sliding his tongue along to top ridge of his mouth and slowly around his own tongue.
There was no more rhythm now. Their bodies moved quickly with no pattern. Finn could feel Mr. Schuester's hips bang against his ass, and for the briefest of moments he thought back to earlier and how Mr. Schu's hip had a tendency to pop. He was momentarily worried and tried to lift his hands to slow them down.
"It's okay Finn. Just enjoy this."
He couldn't breath, which also meant he couldn't speak. He could barely nod his head, but he was sure that Mr. Schuester knew what he was trying to do.
They we going faster now, as if it had been humanly possible. Mr. Schuester lowered his head and ran his tongue along Finn's collarbone and neck, stopping to bite down for a moment, before going in for another kiss. His right hand made it's way down in between them and grabbed Finn's cock, pumping quickly.
Finn felt a familiar heat begin to coil at the very base of his spine. His body could only have been hotter if it were actually on fire, and the air was pressing in all around them. As the heat spread throughout his body, the drumming in his head grew louder, but not drowning out the hum around them that was near screaming.
One last squeeze on his cock and he cried out, "Ah... fuck!" He body began to twitch uncontrollably as he was rocked by the powerful orgasm that overcame him.
The drumming in his head was gone and the air around them cleared out instantly, allowing him to breath again. However, it took him a moment before he could take in one full, deep breath.
He sat up suddenly, he hand still in his shorts. It was warm, and wet. He was sweaty, but his body was cold and he started to shiver. He got in a few more shallow breathes before finally pulling his hand out and managing to move the lower half of his body to shift his legs off the side of the bed.
He looked around the room, half expecting to see Mr. Schuester there, naked and panting.
"Right," he mumbled to himself. "That was... a dream. Just a dream."
He almost brought his come-covered hand up to run through his hair before quickly realizing what he was doing and using the left instead. He leaned over and grabbed the towel he had dropped on the floor after his morning shower and wiped off his hand. He stood up, stumbled for a second before steadying, and pulled off his shorts and boxers, wiping off his groin as well.
He threw the towel on the ground and pulled off his shirt. Turning back to his bed, he pulled back the covers and climbed inside. Turning off the light he lie back and took a deep breath.
"Wow... Good dream."