Relieves The Stress Of Flying
Kurt's POV
We were sitting in the security line at Ohio airport. Blaine was having a heart attack because he had never flown before. At least, not from Ohio to Hawaii.
"I can't do this." He was losing it.
"Honey, take the Zantac's the doctor gave you and relax." I said. Finn and Rachel were coming along.
"Why are you playing with that string, Blaine?" Rachel asked.
"It relieves the stress of flying." Blaine said.
"So does liquor. And you don't have to tug on it!" Finn snapped. Blaine was still having a heart attack. I almost had to drag him through the terminal. We finally got him onto the plane and he couldn't sit still. Finally, Finn got sick of him and poured him a vodka shot. Let me tell you, Vodka and Zantac's will do it everytime. By the time we got over San Diego, Blaine was out cold. I found myself getting bored, so I found myself watching those crappy in-flight movies. Some documentary about dolphins dying in oil spills, and blah blah blah. When we finally landed in Hawaii, I was finally un-bored.
"Blaine…Blaine! WE'RE IN HAWAII!" He shot right up and looked at me. He was still dozey but managed to get off the plane. He was smiling like an idiot. I never thought my boyfriend would get high on Zantac's and Vodka. Guess he can't hold his liquor. Well, he was a cheap drunk even at Rachel's party. And he wasn't on Zantac's then.
-A couple Hours later-
Well, they shouldn't serve alcohol down at the pool. Cause, now, not only was my boyfriend high on Zantac's, Vodka and now Tequila, I'd taken a few too many Tequila's myself. We meandered back to our hotel room. Our mouths attacking each other's viciously. We giggled as We ran into the our room, closing the door, forgetting to be quiet. We kicked off their shoes, and ripped off each other's crappy Hawaiian shirts(What? Everyone's entitled to one hideous t-shirt and one horrible sweater) as we continued to explore each other's bodies, finding new things we didn't ever think about before. The way our mouths tasted on each other's, the feeling we got when we kissed, the growing bulges in our pants.
"You wanna?" whispered Blaine, panting from the intensity of the moment.
"We're gonna," I said, pulling us both onto the bed, one falling on top of the other.
Shirt off, we began to feel each other's chests, we had seen each other shirtless before, we have been to the pool down below, but now, in this whole new scenario, it seemed to be different. So the I began to kiss the younger boy's chest softly, then harder.
Pants off, complete with underwear and socks, we stared lovingly at the other's cock, this whole thing seemed too good to be true. Each of us being virgins, each of us loving each other more than life itself, we needed each other, so why not make it official? It's not like either of us could get pregnant.
Sucking, licking, we started to feel each other, everywhere, mouth, hands, legs, and arms. Panting as we kept running out of air, only parting for a second so we could breath, then bringing our lips back together. Moaning as I hit a spot that felt oh-so-good on his body. Touching, the finger's feeling each other's bodies, pure bliss coming from the sounds of our mouths. Mumbling words like, "You're perfect" "You're my everything" "Right there, God, right there!" Loving. That was the word that summed up everything that happened that night.
"Hey guys have you seen Rach-OH MY GOD!"
"Finn, there's this new thing; It's called knocking. You should try it sometime." I snapped. Blaine laughed. It was kind of funny. But that have been the Tequila… Suddenly, Rachel busted in.
"Get up! We're going on a trip!" She said, disregarding our nakedness.
"But, I just sucked down 3 bottles of Tequila and got laid." Blaine whined.
"Don't look at anyone, don't talk to anyone, just get dressed and follow me!" Rachel demanded.