Get Your Heart Racing
Kurt slips out of his car uneasily, knowing he arrived fifteen minutes past the agreed also knew that Blaine was touchy when it came to being on time. That was rather a strange quirk for someone who went to a reform school. But, Kurt decided he wasn't one to judge.
"You're late,"
Kurt freezes, looking over the voice that said it. Blaine.
He had his tie haphazardly loosened, his Dalton Reform blazer unbuttoned and the first few buttons on his dress shirt undone.
He had a lit cigarette between his fingers, Kurt observed when Blaine walked over to him.
He watched as Blaine took a long, thoughtful drag as his eyes skimmed shamelessly up and down his form.
The smoke swirled comfortingly in his mouth for a second before he expelled the smoke, eyes closing softly.
"You're really looking for trouble wearing that, aren't you?" he breathes, dropping his cigarette and pressing his heel on it. Kurt blushes profusely.
"You do know how many closet cases would just love to have their hands on you right now," he says, as he presses Kurt's shoulders gently against his Navigator.
Kurt's breathing turned shallow as he felt Blaine's rough hand move agaist his side and onto his hip. His eyes are low, focusing on the gold buttons on Blaine's Dalton blazer.
Blaine smirks up to the taller boy, slotting Kurt's legs between his own.
Kurt's eyes flutter to a close as he feels Blaine's chapped, rough lips on the soft, soft skin of his neck.
It's a wonderful sensation, and makes Kurt's head go light. He sees Blaine's hands on either side of his face.
They're placed against his car windows, palms flat.
"You know how they always said I was the bad one in the relationship?" Blaine mumbles as he starts nipping on Kurt's collarbone "Well, they seemed to be wrong"
Kurt's head swam as he replayed the past few minutes.
He'd done nothing of the sort to arouse such behavior from Blaine.
But then he remembered as soon as Blaine tucked his hands, wiggling his fingers as an attempt to slip into the tight pockets.
The jeans Blaine loved all too much.
"Blaine -" Kurt finally gasps out his first words "Dinner reservations,"
Blaine chuckles darkly "Fuck reservations, honey"
Kurt mewls quietly as Blaine's sucking and biting all over him. "We don't need reservations to your room, do we?"
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