Blaine isn't sure how much longer he can take this.
The last thing he wants to do is push Kurt into a place that Kurt isn't comfortable with. The last thing he wants is to damage Kurt - to cause him any more pain than he's already been handed. There's something about Kurt that makes Blaine react in a way he never has. He feels possessive, protective, responsible...
And right now, it's really pissing him off.
Because right now, Blaine is a teenager with a raging case of blue balls and a hard on he can't do anything about. Kurt is just laying there all innocent, sweet and pale and untouchable, curled in on himself with a little smile on his face that shows just how into this romcom they're watching he really is, and all Blaine can do is try not to think about getting off.
About Kurt's hands. Or his mouth. Fuck - he think he'd come if Kurt just kissed him right now, and how ridiculous is that? How insane is that? How... hot... is that.
He lets out a noise that he doesn't even mean to. His mouth clamps shut like he can somehow pretend it never happened, but Kurt looks up anyway. "Sweetie?"
That voice just tugs at Blaine's gut and he shifts a little, body betraying him again. "Nothing," Blaine says, voice catching at first. "Nothing."
He gives Kurt a smile that he hopes is convincing.
Kurt isn't convinced. He sits up and scoots closer to Blaine. "What's wrong?"
When Kurt gets worried, his eyes do this thing - they get wide and his forehead sort of scrunches and his mouth looks a little bit like it's pouting and Blaine really does not need to be staring at Kurt's lips right now. "Nothing's wrong, I promise."
Kurt puts a hand on Blaine's arm.
Blaine's dick appreciates the touch, jerking against his jeans. At least he's wearing jeans right now, and nothing tight - well, okay, tight is relative when it comes to his wardrobe but still, it could be worse. He resists the urge to pull a pillow over his lap anyway.
"Blaine, you have to tell me what's wrong. I know our relationship has a rock solid base but nothing is unshakeable and if I've done something wrong then you have to tell me, you just have to, because I can't-"
"I'm horny." Blaine blurts it out and oh god can he die now? Can he just die right now because that would be really nice.
Of course, Kurt's eyes drop down to his lap, and then because he has to, Blaine's eyes do, too.
Yeah, the jeans weren't really hiding that much.
"Oh." It's faint, a whisper in a high pitched tone, and Blaine realizes then that Kurt's thumb is stroking up and down over his arm. The motion sort of drives him insane and he tugs his arm away. Kurt doesn't seem to notice. He's still staring at the bulge in Blaine's jeans like it's the most fascinating thing in the world. "Well. That's... uh..."
"Sorry, I can just go..." Blaine starts and stops, helpless, realizing how strange his gesture toward the bathroom might be. This definitely ranks as one of the most embarrassing moments of his life.
Kurt is still staring. Blaine looks again, not sure what's so fascinating about it.
"You'd do that? In there?" Kurt finally meets his eyes. "Don't. I mean - I want... can I touch it? Just- like-"
And then he does, without even waiting for an answer. He reaches down and curves his hand over Blaine and the reaction is electric. Blaine sucks in a breath and every muscle in his body goes tight. It feels good - so fucking good. "Oh, god," he groans.
"I've just never..."
"I know," Blaine says, because he does know Kurt's never - never done anything, and that's exactly why this is so bad.
"But you have?" Kurt glances up at Blaine again. "Done this? I mean, had this done?"
Blaine struggles to even remember what they are talking about. "What? No. No one's ever..."
Kurt nods, looking a little relieved. Blaine's told him that before - he's made out with guys, but never below the belt - but he never minds repeating things that Kurt might need to hear more than once. "It's strange. To touch. Just... feels like... I don't know. You're warm, though. I can feel how warm you are even through the denim."
Kurt's voice is going hoarse and it's... hot. Really hot. "Kurt, you don't have to-"
"Of course I don't. But I want to." His fingers start to explore more - tracing the shape of Blaine. "How long have you been... like this?"
Blaine isn't put off by the delicate wording. Somehow, he'd expected it from Kurt. "Since, uh. Glee practice. When you did that thing... that dance move where you... bent. Your shirt came up a little and I could see your stomach and it was just... hot."
Kurt is looking at him with faint disbelief now. "I know we're dating and swept up in epic teenage romance, and I know you love me because I just - I look at you, and I can feel it, and I wouldn't ever doubt it. But somehow the very concept that... thinking of me turning you on... doesn't seem to fit in with the rest of the picture."
"Well, now you have proof." He laughs, hoarse with biting back the desire to do more. Some part of his mind that isn't overwhelmed with Kurt's hand on his dick does comprehend what Kurt is saying though. "I do. Maybe I've been too reserved... I just didn't want to seem like I was, I don't know, pushing you... but, God, Kurt... the things I think about you."
He says it with enough heat that Kurt's eyes back jerk up to meet his. He's blushing now, delicious and pink-cheeked, mouth slightly agape. His fingers squeeze over the shape of Blaine and Blaine groans. "Can I m-make you... come?"
"Kurt, I'm pretty sure you could just keep touching me like that and it would happen sooner or later, but if you want to... god, yes."
Kurt's fingers undo the top button and he presses the zipper down with just his thumb. He leaves it like that, but lets his thumb stroke back up, over where the zipper had been... except now the metal teeth are parted and he's rubbing against Blaine, through the boxer briefs Blaine is wearing. Kurt breathes in hard and lets his hand brush the triangles of denim apart, and they're both looking down when he makes out the shape of Blaine's cock, finding the spot damp with precome where the tip is pressed against and circling it with a light touch. Blaine's balls throb and he has to struggle not to lose it.
Kurt seems to lose his confidence and he looks up at Blaine. "Can I-"
"Whatever you want," Blaine says, and he says it so urgently that Kurt actually laughs.
"Can I kiss you?"
"Always." Blaine licks his lips and then Kurts' mouth is on his and the kiss gives him courage to slide his hand in and, oh, fuck, Blaine knew it was coming but he didn't know it would feel like this. Kurt isn't even touching him directly - he's still groping through the underwear but it's so much more intense without jeans in the way. Blaine whimpers helplessly as Kurt tugs him so that his cock is a straight line straining the cloth and then Kurt is stroking back and forth a little and Blaine's hips buck into the grasp. Kurt laughs like he's exhilirated by it and rubs his thumb just under the ridge and Blaine loses it just like that, no encouragement needed - his head drops to Kurt's neck and his mouth is open there, somewhere between a cry and a kiss, as his cock pulses wetly against his underwear. He's trying not to be too loud but it feels so good, and everything smells like Kurt, and Blaine wants to live in this moment forever... or at least visit it again. A lot. Daily, if he can. Maybe hourly. He feels loopy with the intensity of the orgasm.
He hears Kurt whining, "Christ, Blaine," and Kurt doesn't let go of him - keeps his hand pressed to Blaine even though the heat and humidity against his crotch has multiplied tenfold since Blaine came.
It feels like minutes before Blaine can breathe again. Kurt removes his hand slowly and as Blaine coasts down he realizes with what should be utter embarrassment that he just creamed his pants.
But he can't be embarrassed when Kurt looks so awestruck. Blaine would suffer anything to keep Kurt looking like that, and it gives him the courage to say. "That was... the hottest experience of my life. Please pretend that it lasted about three times longer than it actually did, though."
It takes Kurt a few seconds to get it, but then he laughs. "I'll just take it as a compliment that I could reduce you to that in such a short amount of time. Though if you've really been... like that... since glee, then I think you earned it."
Kurt still sounds breathless and his face is still flushed and Blaine realized exactly how unbalanced this is.
"What about you..." Blaine pointedly doesn't look down, not wanting to embarrass Kurt. "I could do the same for you."
Kurt hesitates. "I think... not yet. But I just... I really liked doing that. To you."
Blaine leans in and kisses him again, tongue stroking over Kurt's bottom lip before he pulls away. "You drive me crazy, Kurt Hummel. You are insanely gorgeous and I want you, in every way possible."
Kurt lets out a throaty noise that Blaine has definitely never heard before and definitely wants to hear again. "Soon. I just need to process my world view shifting a little."
Blaine grins... and then grimaces. "Okay, this is going to get, uh, kind of... gross. I'm just gonna go clean up a little."
Kurt just sits back, hands drawn into his lap in a way that Blaine thinks is probably meant to hide his erection, entirely too prim for a guy that just got his boyfriend off for the first time but still with that smile like he's got an amazing secret.