Title: Handjobs and Kisses

Category: TV Shows, Glee

Author: PerkyTxGirl

Language: English,

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Kurt/Blaine

Genre: Romance/Humor

Word Count: 8700+

Summary: Kurt and Blaine have been boyfriends for months but Kurt is unwilling to take things to a new level. Blaine decides to take matters into his own hands. This story takes place after the finale and everything before that is canon.

Spoilers: None

Warnings: Boy kissing, hand jobs, and more.

Chapter 1

They'd been dating for several months and Blaine was getting pretty frustrated by the lack of progress...sexually. Kurt was always willing to kiss and was, in fact, a very passionate kisser, but that's as far as things ever went. Occasionally some light groping was allowed but even that was limited.

Currently Blaine was on top of his boyfriend kissing him, hard, and desperate for a little relief. At the same time as he was trying to get his hand down Kurt's pants, he was also anticipating the inevitable freak out. And there it was, right on cue.

Kurt pushed Blaine off of him with an exasperated cry.

"Why do you have to keep ruining our romantic moments with your groping? And the poking! You're always poking me with your...um hum."

"Kurt, you can say penis."

Kurt put his fingers in his ears and started humming.

"Or cock, dick, hardness. My member. I know, throbbing manhood," he said the last two very dramatically.

Kurt was still refusing to listen. So Blaine took Kurt's hands away from his ears and said seriously, "Kurt, this is ridiculous. We've been dating for months and we haven't gotten past first base."

"We kiss all the time. It's fantastic. Breathtaking. That should be enough."

"I want more."

"I'm not doing that stuff in those pamphlets. It's gross and disgusting. Have you seen what they claim we're supposed to do? No way. I'm not letting you put your um hum in my…you know. No way."

"Kurt, we don't have to go that far. If by 'um hum' you mean my penis and by 'you know' you mean your ass, we don't ever have to do that if you don't want to. Not everybody likes that; there are other options."

"I'm not putting it in my mouth either, if that's what you mean. That was covered in the pamphlets as well. That's gross. I mean, Blaine, think about it, you pee with that thing. It is not going in my mouth."

"I'll shower first. I promise. You can even help wash me to make sure it's as clean as you like," offered Blaine helpfully.

Kurt just shook his head.

"Kurt, I have needs!"

"Well, what did you do with them before I was your boyfriend?"

"I took care of it myself."

"Then just keep doing that."

"You know what? That's a great idea. You can watch."

"Blaine, what are you doing?" Kurt asked as Blaine pulled off his shirt and started to unbutton his fly.

"Taking care of my problem here. Do you have any lube?"

"No. Why would I have lube? I don't do oil changes in my room."

"Not that kind of lube. Never mind. You have a million kinds of lotion. Can I use the stuff you put on your hands that makes them so soft?"

"My duck fat lotion? Sure, I'll go get it."

When he returned bottle of lotion in hand, Blaine was stretched out naked on his bed. Kurt blushed furiously and tried to look away but he couldn't.

"Well, come over and join me. I swear I'll only kiss you. No inappropriate touching. I'll keep my hands to myself," smirked Blaine. He wasn't nearly as calm as he looked to Kurt. Inside, Blaine was terrified that he'd crossed a line and Kurt was going to run screaming from the room or worse, kick him out and refuse to ever see him again.

Kurt came over, handed Blaine the lotion, and sat beside him on the edge of the bed. Trying desperately not to look, he leaned down and kissed Blaine, careful to keep a few inches distance so he was wasn't touching anything except lips.

As he got into the kisses, Kurt ended up lying on his side, pressed against Blaine, petting the hair on his chest as they continued kissing. Blaine managed to get the lotion on his hand and started stroking himself without freaking Kurt out, which was major progress.

Eventually, Kurt did look, transfixed with fascination.

"Do you want to try it? You know how sometimes you are tense and I give you a shoulder and neck massage? Well, just think of it that way. You're just relieving some tension for me." He took Kurt's hand and very slowly guided it to his erection, watching carefully for Kurt's reaction.

"That's not so bad," commented Kurt hesitantly as he caressed it softly. "Not so bad at all," he continued with a low whisper, almost to himself.

Blaine smiled and pulled Kurt in for some more kisses. The light tentative caresses were driving him insane but he didn't want to spook Kurt by asking for more.

After enduring Kurt's soft teasing touches for as long as he could, Blaine reached down to cover Kurt's hand with his own and said, "Like this. Firm but not too hard. Just move like this."

Kurt did as he asked without hesitation, causing Blaine to start moaning. Finally, real progress. Blaine couldn't help but thrust into Kurt's hand as he, without further prompting, seemed to respond to every sound Blaine made, moving faster and harder when encouraged.

Blaine gasped as he climaxed and spilled over Kurt's hand, splattering cum all over his stomach. He relaxed with a sigh, grinning up at his boyfriend.

"Ew. Blaine! Why did you do that? Yuck!" complained Kurt, looking at his hand.

Blaine couldn't help but laugh.

"Because that's the whole point. It feels great."

Kurt got up a grabbed some moist towelettes.

"Here, clean that up while I go wash my hand!"

When he returned, he sat by Blaine and said, "That wasn't so bad. Except for the mess."

Then he snuggled back down with his boyfriend.

"Kurt, thanks, it was much better than not so bad for me. I really enjoyed it. I was hoping you would, too."

"Well, if we can keep kissing, before during, and after, we can do it again."

"That's a good deal for me, because I love kissing you," Blaine replied, demonstrating with another kiss.

"That wasn't in the pamphlets," complained Kurt when they came up for air.

"I think the authors assumed they didn't need to explain a hand job," teased Blaine.

Kurt laughed. "Finn never gets hand jobs. He complains about it all the time. 'Quinn won't even give me a hand job!' I can't imagine why not, now that I know what it means."

Blaine hoped he could handle Kurt carefully enough. He was so innocent and Blaine had trouble remembering just how little the boy knew about sexuality.

"We could do it every time we make out if you want, if it means I can kiss you while you're naked," continued Kurt with a sly smile.

Well, maybe not completely innocent, thought Blaine.