Title: Manipulate Me, Knead Me, Caress Me
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine/OC
Spoilers: None. AU
Warnings: Um, masturbation?
Summary: Blaine's confidence is boosted now that he's accepted that yup, he's definitely, 100% gay.
Blaine's mom smirked as she watched her son string popcorn while he leant against the kitchen island singing happily, wondering if it was something other than the Christmas spirit that had him in such a good mood this week. Not even the Warbler's loss to Vocal Adrenaline at Sectionals earlier in the week had brought him down off cloud nine. Maybe he'd met a girl at his birthday party last weekend? It had to be something big as he'd even spent time yesterday pouring over random websites with his dad looking for a car to rebuild together.
When her husband had first brought up his latest idea for bonding with his youngest son, Blaine had simply rolled his eyes and huffed out an unimpressed breath. That had been 4 months ago and now, finally, it seemed that Blaine was on board with the idea. She could only hope that they'd wait until the snow cleared up a little before they bought some clunker home to work on. Penelope pursed her lips; perhaps both her boys could work on the car together with their dad. They could all do with some bonding time while their eldest son, Cooper, was home from California for the Christmas break.
Suddenly startled from her musing Penelope realised her younger sister, Rosy, was bustling into the kitchen with numerous shopping bags hanging from both arms.
"Well, well what do we have here? Looks like about a mile of popcorn threaded there, Blainers!" Rosy cheered. "What planet are you on, Sunshine?"
Blaine looked down at the now enormous pile in front of him and blushed ever so slightly, smiling to himself. "What's with all the bags Rosy?" he asked, eyes sparkling at his favourite aunt.
"Ah well, it just so happens that you've been voluntold to help me make several gingerbread houses this year"
Blaine's face scrunches up in confusion, "Voluntold?"
"Yep, I told your mom that you'd volunteered to give me a hand, even though you and I haven't had the chance to have that conversation yet. You don't mind do you? You're just so clever with the roof and getting the icing just right." She winked at her sister, knowing she was laying it on thick.
"Huh, and you also know I make an awesome gingerbread dough!" Blaine retorted while starting to clear the bench of popcorn and supplies.
As she's sliding the gingerbread shapes into the oven to bake, Rosy asks Blaine if he'd been able to make it to the spa yet. Blaine freezes with his hands in the sink where he's rinsing bowls, "Ah, y-yeah I went in last Saturday."
"So? Well, what did you think? Kurt's great isn't he? I swear he's a magician with those hands of his. And those eyes!" she gushes.
He licks his lips and sighs, thinking about those truly magical hands and the sweet taste of Kurt's mouth. "Actually, I wanted to talk to you about that. T-t-to thank you I mean. I thought it would be, y'know, um, u-uncomfortable." He pauses, biting his lip as he breathes in the ghost scent of orange flower and pine oil. "But as soon as I hit the bath, I think I was a goner. Completely at his mercy." He stacks up the bowls, ready for the dishwasher and turns to his aunt. "He's definitely amazing, ah, at what he does", he says smiling but trying not to be too obvious that he's crushing on their masseuse.
"Oh well, good!" she nods. That second gift card she'd gotten him as a Christmas present won't go unappreciated after all, she thinks. This time she had purchased the massage and facial package instead of the luxury soak option. She hopes that's something Blaine will be comfortable with.
"Ah, Rosy? Um, do you always get a full body massage there?" Blaine asks tentatively, not quite sure how to find out what he wants to know.
"No, no. Well, sometimes I do. If it's been a particularly stressful week, I'll happily let Kurt do Deep Tissue. But usually it's just a Swedish head, neck and shoulders for me." She grins at Blaine, "I am a sucker for the hot rocks though. They do great specials on Tuesdays and they're open late, so if I'm in need of a little something extra, well, that's when I indulge myself."
He blinks several times absorbing this information, looking at the floor slightly disturbed. He has no idea if she's trying to allude to activities other than massage. He shakes his head, clearing odd visions from his mind's eye. Perhaps he needs to do some actual research on massage services. So far he'd only concentrated on finding and watching as much massage related porn as possible in the last few days and trying not to rub himself raw.
Days later, while waiting for Jeff to pick him up and head out to a New Years Eve party being thrown by one of the other Warblers, Blaine is sitting at his desk spinning the two new gift cards he has for Kurt's spa between his fingers. God, he loved his Aunty Rosy. He knew his mom had bought him one after he'd gushed about how awesome his first time was and he had practically begged for a return visit as a Christmas gift. What he hadn't realised though, was that Rosy had already picked another one up as well. And for a facial. Every time he thought of getting a facial from Kurt, he giggled. He just couldn't help himself, his thoughts had fallen directly into the gutter as soon as he'd read Rosy's card and he was having a hard time getting them back on the, ahem, 'straight and narrow'. He grinned. He was most definitely not straight and narrow anymore, if indeed he ever was.
Blaine's first weeks back at school are hectic. Even though the Warblers aren't practising for Regionals, they do still need to get a program together for a shared assembly with Crawford Country Day, Dalton's sister school, and then there's several other inter-school functions in the works. Finally Blaine's been given the opportunity to audition for a solo and he intends to make the most of the spotlight while it's on him.
Kurt and his kisses are always in the back of Blaine's thoughts though. Falling asleep after crazy days of rushing between the library and rehearsals, Blaine can recall the soft stroking of Kurt's thumb over his cheek and tender press of his lips. Night after night as he drifts off, he keeps promising himself that he'll make the call and book in for another massage soon. Instead he keeps putting it off during waking hours, worrying that it was an elaborate fantasy he'd concocted for himself or that Kurt wouldn't remember him, wouldn't care that he'd returned just to feel his touch.
Finally, it's the dreams that start to wake him before his alarm that actually spur Blaine into action. After yet another morning of jerking awake with the sensation of the hot slide of Kurt's cock inside him still fresh in his mind, he makes the decision that if he can book in for Saturday, he will. Until then, he's content to wrap a hand around the stiff cock that's almost vibrating with need and stroke himself into euphoria.
As it turns out he can book in for the massage and facial this Saturday. But not with Kurt. Apparently he's away for the week with some family thing but he will be back the following week, so Blaine confirms for the following Saturday. When the receptionist asks him to choose between the only two open slots: 10am, the very first appointment and 4pm, the last appointment for the day, Blaine's unsure of what to do. Really, he'd like the last slot so they won't be interrupted by the next client turning up and he hopes they'll have more time to talk and stuff. But then he remembers that the Crawford-Dalton Winter Formal is next Saturday and he's performing a solo with the Warblers, which means they'll need to be there early enough to have a practise run on the stage before people starting arriving and the Warblers with dates will need to leave to pick them up. Reluctantly, he makes the appointment for 10am. At least this way, he figures, he'll have all day to bask in the afterglow before the craziness of the dance and tipsy girls in taffeta start to exasperate him. Now he just needs to get through the next 10 days.
Four nights later, Blaine's body is trembling as he pushes a second finger into his ass. This is the first time he's tried fingering himself and he thinks it's going well, if only he could reach his prostrate properly.
He had practically ran out of the pharmacy with the newly purchased bottle of lube this morning and he's been waiting for his parents to leave for dinner at the country club before ripping through the protective plastic wrapping over the lid, throwing off his clothes and hurling himself onto his bed.
Feeling slightly giddy, he closes his eyes transporting himself back to the warmth of the spa's treatment room, feeling the phantom solidity of the massage table under him, listening for the sounds of oil slicking between Kurt's slender but strong fingers as hands bear down on him.
Blaine rubs a lubed thumb over the head of his now erect dick. Pressing against the glans, he sighs and starts up a quick rhythm as memories of Kurt's solid body draped against Blaine start to bombard him. Blaine trails his other hand down his stomach, stroking a thumb against the base of his dick before his fingers flutter across his balls. He squeezes around them, pulling them into a tight knot as his soft moans spill out into the darkened bedroom.
Releasing his sack, he drags his thumb down to rub circles into the sensitive skin underneath while his fingers stretch out dipping into the cleft of his crack. Dragging his fingertips against his hole, he tenses the muscles in his ass, a shiver of pleasure travelling up within his insides at the remembrance of Kurt's cock thrusting into him. Stopping briefly to lube up, a finger hovers over his entrance. "Ah fuck", he sighs, as his pointer finger swirls around his hole. Sliding in, his body shudders with anticipation, awaiting raw pleasure.
"Oh God, oh God, ah fuck Kurt". Blaine lets his mouth run, he loves it when the house is empty and he's free to pant and groan as loudly as he likes. A lone finger pumping into his asshole as his other hand fists his cock, he's feeling so good right now but he knows now that there is more waiting for him and so he teases himself with another finger before working it in alongside the first. He spreads his fingers apart to stretch himself that bit more, "Uh, holy fuck". He speeds up his thrusting; cock tingling, balls tightening and fingers stretching trying to find the seemingly magic button inside himself. Finally, finally his fingers press in just the right way against his prostate. "Oh, oh, oooh, fuck me baby, fuck me!" he shouts out, spilling come across his tense stomach.
Easing his fingers out, his mind is spinning as he squeezes the head of his cock savouring the tingles running through his body. He definitely cannot wait to get to his next appointment.
That night he drifts into slumber feeling Kurt's weight on his bones and hot breath whispering into his ear, "I'll make you feel so good Blaine, so good".
A/N Sorry for the lack of Kurt in this part. His family is currently struggling through something but we'll see much more of him and more massage smut in the next part. I kept writing thinking that I have to give you some more Kurt asap but then Blaine just had to go back to school and start touching himself, and well, the keyboard ran away with itself.
For any concerned with bottom!Blaine, never fear there will be some switching later on but right now Blaine is just exploring how good it feels to be comfortable with his sexuality, how wonderful sex can feel and experimenting with what he might like sexually.