Disclaimer: I do not own any of the rights to the characters in Glee, nor any to Adam Lambert's song For Your Entertainment. This story is merely for the personal enjoyment of the show's fans.
mutedwhispers: Hi everyone! So wow this is my first Klaine fic and songfic (although only half of the song is really used) but I hope you all enjoy them. To any fans who read my Ouran Host Club fanfiction I apologize for not writing in a while. Classes were pretty demanding this semester with science labs that made me want to cry. Through it all Klaine has been my solace. I admit at first I just wanted Kurt to have a boyfriend and wasn't expecting too much, but Blaine has really turned out to be a pleasant surprise. So without further ado...
Blaine felt a blush creep across his face as he stared down at his calculus homework where the word sex leered back at him in blue ink. Biting his lip to refrain from cursing aloud, he scratched it out and wrote sec (x) in its place.
'This is the third time this happened in this problem set alone – what is going on with me?'
The Warbler ran his fingers through his hair in frustration, prompting a few dark curls to escape their prison of gel and fall across his forehead. He sat hunched over his desk, his desk clock gleaming 8:33 in a glowing red. It was Friday night and everyone else was out having fun, but he had been saddled with multiple assignments that had gotten pushed back due to Warbler practice in preparation for Regional's.
'Being responsible sucks sometimes. Even Kurt gave in to go out with Wes and David.'
Blaine's lips curled into a frown as the memory of his friends dragging his sweet boyfriend away from him.
*An hour earlier*
"Come on Kurt you won't have anything better to here! Potter will be too busy to fawn over you with the proper adoration you deserve." Wes winked with a devious grin.
"No really guys, I don't mind watching Breakfast At Tiffany's while Blaine does his work." Kurt answered from Blaine's bed where he had curled up to watch the movie on his laptop.
"How sweet of you Princess, but did you consider that your presence might only serve as a distraction to His Highness?" David chimed in response.
Kurt seemed to consider this possibility with utmost seriousness as Wes and David gave each other a fist bump, certain they had won.
Blaine scowled at them, "Kurt," he paused placing emphasis on his boyfriend's proper name, "can stay as long as he would like."
"They do have a point Blaine." Kurt pointed out sliding off the boy's bed gracefully, before coming over to wrap his arms around Blaine's shoulders, his mouth in Blaine's ear "And I'd really rather not distract you." Those words sent each hair on the back of Blaine's neck on end. The dark-haired boy resisted a shiver as his boyfriend gave him a soft peck on the cheek before pulling away. "Don't worry babe, I'll swing by later to check on you."
Blaine heaved a defeated sigh. "All right honey. Have fun."
"Come on, you two are going to make me diabetic with your sappy nonsense. Honey? Seriously Blaine, are you from the fifties or something?" Wes chided, arching his eyebrows.
"He's a gentleman – something you may want to consider attempting to emulate at some point." Kurt replied before Blaine could speak with a playful spark dancing in his cerulean eyes. The shorter boy watched as Kurt proceed to push the other two boys out before flashing him a smile while shutting the door behind him.
*Back to the present*
Ok so maybe Wes and David hadn't actually dragged Kurt away but they had prompted him to leave much to Blaine's chagrin.
'Kurt…' Images of his boyfriend assaulted Blaine's mind, those plush red lips whispering in his ear, moist hot breath tickling the back of his neck, and cerulean eyes staring right through him. Blaine felt his pants grow tight as the blood flowing though his veins began to pool in his groin. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, adjusting his pants to accommodate his growing arousal and willing the provocative images of his innocent boyfriend to leave his imagination.
Blaine had been dating Kurt for three months and yet the couple had progressed solely to light making out. He remembered Kurt's slight gasp as he slipped his tongue into the younger boy's mouth for the first time and the pulsing heat radiating from the other boy's crotch. Blaine had refrained from touching him there to preserve the boy's modesty, but in his dreams he wrapped his mouth around that velvet length and brought his boyfriend to ecstasy every time.
'Easy there Blaine. Now is not the time to fantasize about your oh-so delicious boyfriend…even if his eyes invite you to f-' A dark blush spread across Blaine's face until he felt the tips of his ears burning. He couldn't believe he almost thought about fucking Kurt. The boy who had cried to him when that…jerk had assaulted him and lovingly looked to him for advice upon first arriving to Dalton. How could he ever tarnish such innocence? No, he wanted to make each of Kurt's experiences magical and everything the boy had dreamed. In the meantime he would ignore those eyes and lips, which just seemed to drip with sex…
Blaine sighed shakily and took a few deep breaths until he had calmed himself enough to focus and the blood returned to his brain.
'Control…Control'
"You make me feel like I'm living a Teenage Dream" Blaine jumped in his seat as his phone began to vibrate on his desk. "…the way you turn me on I can't sleep-" Seeing his boyfriend's number, he quickly flipped his phone open. "Yes Kurt?" he asked breathlessly.
The voice on the other end chuckled, "Wow, have you been working out or something?"
"Sorry I was focusing pretty intently on calculus homework and was startled to hear my phone go off." Blaine lied sheepishly.
"Ah do you still have Katy Perry's 'Peacock' as my personalized ringtone?"
"Don't be silly –I would never- that's absurd!" Blaine shouted, his voice cracking.
"Calm down babe! I was only kidding. I know you're too much of a gentleman to do something like that" Kurt paused almost sadly, before asking sympathetically, "Calc homework must really be freaking you out huh?"
"You have no idea…" the curly-haired boy muttered.
"Hmm…well hey I'm in the choir room working on a song and could use a little help if you want to take a break. Wes and David went out with some girls a while ago and I wasn't really feeling the party vibe."
"Uh… sure just give me a few minutes."
"Ok see you in 5, love you!"
"Love you too sweetie." Blaine flipped his phone shut not sure what was worse: doing calculus or singing what was sure to be some Broadway ballad with his boyfriend while trying to hide the huge boner in his pants. Ah well, maybe seeing Kurt would make him feel guilty for objectifying him and rid his mind of such lecherous thoughts Blaine reasoned as he left his bedroom and headed towards the choir room.
When he pulled open the door, Blaine's eyes were blinded by pitch-black darkness, a sharp contrast to the well-lit hallways.
"Shut the door." A familiar voice commanded.
Stunned, Blaine allowed the door to close behind him with a resounding thud. His eyes slowly adjusted the growing candlelight as a shadowy dark figure glided across the rooms lighting tall wax candles, one by one. Mesmerized, he did not even hear the figure approach him until a voice whispered in his ear "Sit down" while a chair was pushed forcefully against Blaine, the edge of the seat pressing into his knees, causing them to buckle as the boy collapsed onto the plush leather.
"Kurt?" Blaine asked weakly, unsure of what to make of his surroundings. Red velvet drapes had been drawn in the windows as shadowy dark cloaks obscured the rest of the furniture from sight.
"Don't be afraid." The figure chuckled, finally stepping into the candlelit glow.
Blaine gasped as he saw what had to be his boyfriend, but completely devoid of any shy boyish, innocent features. Kurt's hair had been gelled enough to be pulled away from his face without looking greasy, making his cheekbones prominent. His eyelids were covered in smoldering black eye shadow, his eyelashes laden with mascara – the make up causing Kurt's icy blue eyes to stand out with a fire Blaine did not recognize. Blaine's eyes trailed down in amazement to see that Kurt was wearing a black leather jacket with no shirt, thus revealing a tantalizing expanse of creamy skin. Kurt's lower half was covered by form-fitting leather pants which left little to the imagination and black platform boots that added even more to the boy's height.
Blaine attempted to speak, but his mouth had gone dry, making the task a challenge. "What…is going on here?"
Kurt gave his boyfriend a grin, licking his lips seductively. "Remember how I told the boys they should act more like gentlemen?' Blaine nodded tentatively. "Well now I'm asking you to act less like one." The tall boy aimed a remote in his hands towards what Blaine assumed had to be a CD player before tossing it aside.
A techno beat began to play and Kurt swayed in time to the beat before opening his mouth to sing, his voice an octave lower than Blaine had ever heard before – thick and husky with…was that desire in his sweetheart's voice?
So hot out of the box
Can we pick up the pace
Turn it up, heat it up
I need to be entertained
Kurt ran his hands down his chest teasingly, his hips gyrating in the most seductive rhythm Blaine had ever seen.
Push the limit, are you with it?
Baby don't be afraid
Imma hurt you real good baby.
Kurt's eyes flashed, a dark smile spreading across his face as he continued to sing. Slowly the, singer began to strut towards his prey and Blaine vaguely wondered if it was possible to come without even being touched.
Let's go it's my show, baby, do what I say
Don't trip off the glitz that I'm gonna display
I told you, Imma hold ya down until you're amazed
Give it to ya til you're screamin' my name
Kurt slowly grabbed the boy's tie – Blaine had yet to change out of his school uniform – gradually loosening it until it became undone, before pulling it off his neck.
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart
There's no way to ring the alarm
So hold on until it's over
As he continued singing, Kurt circled around Blaine towards the back of the chair. He grabbed the other boy's hands from where they were clasping each other nervously in his lap and pulled them behind his back, deftly tying them to the chair with the boy's tie. Kurt then returned to the shocked boy's line of vision, taking a few steps backwards.
Oh!
Do you know what you got into
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for your entertainment
Kurt jerked his hips forwards so Blaine could see just what was available for his entertainment as it became even more prominent in the sex god's leather pants. He slipped out of his leather jacket, leaving him topless to a panting Blaine who was struggling against his bonds, his own erection straining in his uniform pants. Kurt smirked, his hands trailing idly down his pale abdomen as he continued singing.
Oh!
I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
You thought an angel swept you off your feet
But I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment
On the last line, Kurt reached down to squeeze his hard length through his pants, his mouth temporarily opening in an "O" while his eyes closed shut. Blaine fought down a whimper, squeezing his thighs together in an effort to reduce the burning ache in his groin.
'Sall right
You'll be fine
Baby I'm in control
Take the pain
Take the pleasure
I'm the master of both
Close your eyes, not your mind
Let me into your soul
I'm gonna work it 'til your totally blown
Kurt licked his lips on the last line, eyeing the prominent bulge in his lover's pants. He began approaching the smaller boy again but Blaine surprised him.
No escaping when I start
Once I'm in I own your heart –
"Please stop Kurt, no more! I can't take anymore!"
Kurt blinked, his azure eyes widening in surprise. The music continued but Kurt no longer sang. Blaine could see some of the cocky confidence he had earlier begin to disappear.
"Have I offended you?" Kurt asked, his eyes glancing down at his boots while his arms crossed against his bare chest protectively.
Immediately, Blaine felt his stomach churn with guilt. "No, God I want to nothing more than fuck you senseless right now." He admitted without thinking and was about to apologize for speaking so crudely when he noticed Kurt's breath had sped up slightly and that the tall boy's pant appeared even tighter around his crotch.
"Do you…like it when I…talk dirty to you?" Blaine asked, somewhat surprised by this revelation.
It was dark, but Blaine could have sworn he saw Kurt blush. "Yes." The other boy admitted. "Very much." Kurt licked his lips nervously, averting his eyes.
"Why?"
"Because…you're always so gentlemanly and polite…the thought of you being more aggressive and saying – " Kurt cleared his throat, "dirty things really turns me on. You don't have to be like that though…it's just what I fantasize about when I-" The boy broke off, covering his face with his hands in a rather uncharacteristic display of embarrassment.
After a few minutes of awkward silence, a devilish glint made its way into Blaine's eyes. "Tell me Kurt, what do you envision me doing when you're stroking your cock at night, panting my name?" He asked his voice laced with lust.
Kurt lowered his hands to see his boyfriend, staring at him with an expression devoid of any judgment or derision, containing only an intoxicating mixture of love and desire.
"Why did you ask me to stop?" Kurt asked ignoring his boyfriend's attempt to divert his attention from the situation.
"Honestly?"
"No lie to me." Kurt snapped.
Any other individual may have been angered by Kurt's sharp response, but Blaine knew the bitchy comment was only a cover for the boy's genuinely hurt feelings. "I was afraid I was going to come without ever getting my hands on you." He confessed.
Kurt arched his eyebrow in interest. "Oh?"
Blaine blushed. "Yeah." He fell silent before imploring, "How about untying me so I can love you like I should have done all along?"
Kurt did not respond, but he walked over behind the boy and undid the knot holding his lover's wrists together. To his surprise, Blaine grabbed his boyfriend's wrist before pulling the topless boy into his lap so Kurt straddled him. Blaine pressed his mouth firmly against the plush lips that had been haunting him in his dreams, sliding his tongue into the other boy's mouth. Kurt moaned and unconsciously rolled his hips against Blaine's crotch before he remembered himself and stopped. Surprising Kurt even further, Blaine's hands wrapped around the boy's butt, pressing him flush against his erection and thrusting against him with a lewd moan that threatened to bring Kurt to the brink right then and there. Kurt whimpered as he took the hint and began rocking his hips against his boyfriend.
Blaine reached in between their laps to palm his boyfriend's erection with a light squeeze that earned a soft groan. Greedy for more, Blaine felt around for the boy's zipper before pulling it down slowly.
"Don't tease me!" Kurt begged as he felt the boy's hand surround his aching length
"Now why would I do that?" Blaine purred in his boyfriend's ear. His hand pumped the throbbing erection steadily, using pearly drops of pre-cum as lubricant. "Do you want me fuck you Kurt? I'd make you kneel over on my bed, on your hands and knees and lick that tight hole of yours until you're nice and wet. Then I would slide the head of my hard cock into your entrance and wait until you beg for more before slamming completely inside you, hitting your prostate with every stroke until- "
"Ohhhh Blaine!" Kurt groaned his face contorting in pleasure as Blaine felt jets of hot cum hit his uniform shirt. Blaine grinned when his boyfriend collapsed against him, panting into his neck.
"You didn't even let me finish my story Kurt! How rude!" Blaine teased.
"Fuck you." Kurt muttered nuzzling against the boy's neck.
"I'm sure that could be arranged." Blaine chuckled, but he was delighted to reduce his boyfriend to a boneless mess. Perhaps he should practice this being 'less of a gentleman' thing more often.
"My turn." Kurt replied, as he playfully sucked the boy's neck with occasional nips until the chuckles turned into soft moans. "I'll teach you not to mess with Kurt Hummel." He growled in Blaine's ear, sending shivers down the boy's spine.
"Au contraire mon ami…Ohhhh-" a well-placed nip in the hollow of the curly-haired boy's throat cut off his retort.
Kurt slid off of his boyfriend's lap, causing Blaine to pout until he saw the other boy crouch down on his knees before him, his blue eyes blazing in the candlelight. His hands reached towards Blaine's pants to unzip them before pulling them down along with the boy's boxers. He placed his mouth close to the erection bobbing before him, moist breath ghosting the flushed skin before him.
"May I?" Kurt asked, his eyes staring up at his lover.
Blaine shuddered, "Oh fuck yes…"
"What's the magic word?" Kurt teased giving the head a light lick.
"Oh God! Now you want me to be a gentleman?" Blaine asked, his voice heady with unfulfilled desire. Kurt just grinned. "Fine. Please suck my cock Kurt!"
Kurt didn't need to be asked twice. His mouth barely closed around the boy's length before he heard Blaine cry his name. Shots of salty cum filled the boy's mouth and not wanting to offend his love, he swallowed every last drop, leaving Blaine utterly drained.
"And you said I didn't last!" Kurt arched his eyebrow at his boyfriend who struggled to catch his breath while seated on the chair, his thighs trembling slightly.
"I've been hard since about half an hour before I got here. Can you really hold it against me?" Blaine groaned struggling to stand from the chair, before his legs gave out and he fell back down.
"Here let me help you." Kurt offered with a soft smile that Blaine recognized as he helped him to his feet. "Sorry about coming all over your uniform shirt." He mumbled as the boy pulled up his boxers and pants.
"No worries, aren't you always telling me I need to get some other outfits anyways? Here's an excuse to get some new clothes." Blaine winked watching Kurt zip up his own pants. "And speaking of clothes, where did you pick up that sexy little number there?"
Kurt shrugged and he turned on the light, before blowing out the candles while Blaine folded up the sheets covering the rest of the room. "That's for me to know and for you to find out when you agree to go clothe's shopping with me."
"Ah well you got me there." Blaine shook his head. He seemed to consider something before asking his boyfriend, "So what made you decide to do this whole…performance?"
"Wes and David were getting on me about our…sex life. They said you've been acting so uptight lately that you needed I quote: "a dick shoved up your ass." Considering you said you were hard before you even got here, I can't say I disagree with them."
"And were you, if I may ask, planning to shove your dick up my ass?" Blaine asked deviously, watching Kurt's face turn a gorgeous scarlet in the light of the classroom.
"I-uh…really hadn't thought about it." Kurt mumbled as he placed the last of his props away before closing the closet door. He felt fabric placed over his shoulders and turned to see that Blaine had wrapped his blazer around him. "How gentlemanly of you to offer me your jacket so I don't catch cold."
Blaine arched his eyebrow, picking up Kurt's forgotten leather jacket from the floor. "Who said anything about being gentlemanly? I'm merely covering up my man so that nobody else can see how absolutely delicious his milky white skin is. This leather jacket on you would turn straight men gay. Come on let's go!" He grinned pulling Kurt by the hand.
"Where are we going?"
"Back to my room where we can discuss more of this 'dick up my ass' business." Blaine said with a wink that told Kurt he was in for more.
*End notes*
Blaine: I think I want to curl up and die right now! I'm so ashamed for ever saying such foul things to you Kurt! Please forgive me?
Kurt: Whatever for? I'm not complaining...how about a sequel?
mutedwhispers: Well it's up to the readers really. I mean I won't deny anyone a dirty talking Blaine and a showstopper Kurt if that's what they ask for -
Blaine: Who could want to read such filthy things?
mutedwhispers: Is he going to be ok?
Kurt: Of course, he's just struggling with an identity crisis having been brought up in a rigid household to be a people-pleasing gentleman. Now he is forced to choose between pleasing his audience and being a gentleman.
mutedwhispers: Such a tough choice...NOT! Suck it up Blaine and quit blubbering. A real man has no problem getting his hands dirty every now and then. Take Kurt, working in his father's garage, wearing oversized overalls...
Blaine: Only in overalls? How positively arous- Er.. I mean daring of you Kurt!
Kurt: ^arches his eyebrow^ Now see what you got me into?
mutedwhispers: Hey if i was a gay guy, I wouldn't mind getting into that ^watches Blaine zone off, drooling at the though of Kurt looking into his hood^
Kurt: Touche.
mutedwhispers: Well that's all the time for now! Hope you enjoyed the story and let me know if you think I should continue and if so what would you like to see?