A/N – Sooooo this is part one. Started out as just a prompt, but it turned into a multi-chapter fic. Part 1: SMUTTY SMUT! Have fun!
"Kurt," came a crackly voice from the intercom "your 4 o' clock is here."
"Thanks, Jess, send them through." he replied, rolling up his sleeves as he waited for his next client. He always like speculating about what kind of person he would be with next; would it be an old man obsessed with foreign travel and cats, would it be a free-spirit hippy come to 'find their zen', would it be...wow.
It really wasn't often that his clients were quite this hot. This guy looked like something out of a dream, except absolutely not because Kurt could never dream up that easy smile, the complex colour of those hazel0golden eyes or the long, dark lashes that outlined them. He wasn't tall, persay, but he seemed to carry a confident air about him. Reminding himself that whis was a, probably straight, client, Kurt pulled himself out of his thoughts and plastered a bright smile on his face.
"Hi!" he tried to keep his breathing under control as he spoke "I'm Kurt, it's nice to meet you."
"Blaine Anderson," the man replied, smiling and holding out a hand "good to meet you too!" Kurt shook the outstretched hand, appreciating the way his grasp was both tender and strong. he has no ulterior motives for appreciating his handshake, of course. None whatsoever. Because that would be unprofessional.
"Well then, Mr Anderson, shall we get started?"
"Please, it's Blaine. Where do you want me?"
In my bed, in the shower, over a desk, pretty much everywhere.
"I'll just go through to my office, you strip down, wrap the towel over there around your waist and lay on the table, you can call me through when you're ready." Kurt said all this calmly, trying to disguise his interior freak-out at the fact that he was ordering a gorgeous guy to strip down. Yes, he ordered people to get naked every day as his job, but they weren't usually this hot AT all.
Blaine didn't wait for Kurt to leave before pulling off his t-shirt, giving Kurt a full view of his well-toned muscles and strong chest, and Kurt made a speedy exit. Once in his office he shut his eyes, letting his head fall back against the door. It had been way too long since he last got laid.
He collected himself, repeating a small mantra of 'straight, client, unprofessional' until Blaine called through that he was ready. Kurt had to bite back a moan as he entered the room; Blaine was laid out on the table displaying the strong, defined planes of his back, the soft curve of his ass hidden only by the towel.
"Right then!" Kurt said over-brightly "Let's get started"
He poured a bit of massage oil onto Blaine's back, rubbed it in and started working the muscles of his shoulders. Blaine gave a satisfied moan at the pressure.
"In need of some stress relief, are we?" Kurt asked, assuming the auto-pilot conversation he had with all the clients. The massage was only half the relief; people needed to vent.
"Like you would not believe" came Blaine's muffled reply.
"Want to rant? I'm a good listener." Kurt was determinantly focusing on his hands, refusing to let show just how much he was enjoying touching this...this GOD.
"Most definitely." Blaine sighed "It's just...I came out to my father today. Didn't go too well. Safe to say he was less than impressed." Kurt froze or a minute, processing the words. This guy, this gorgeous guy, was GAY? His stomach did a little flip, but Blaine noticed that he had stopped.
"Oh god, I'm sorry, I didn't think...I hope me being gay doesn't make you uncomfortable, I know people didn't like to hear it back in Ohio."
"No, not at all, I am too. Gay, this is." Kurt rushed, returning to the massage "And from Ohio, actually."
"Sorry to hear it" Blaine chuckled, then caught himself "About coming from Ohio, I mean, not about you being gay, that is, umm...SO, what part of Ohio are you from?"
Kurt smiled at how flustered Blaine was getting. "Lima, yourself?"
"Oh cool, I was in Westerville, like two hours from you! I guess you know what it's like then?"
"What what's like?"
"Coming out to an Ohian fathe-OHH!" Kurt smirked as he kneaded a knot of muscle in Blaine's lower back and Blaine all but turned into a pile of jelly there and then.
"Not really..." Kurt said, as Blaine continued to moan softly beneath his touch "my dad said he'd known since I was three, he was really supportive, I'm not sure what I would have done without him."
"You're a very lucky guy." Kurt could hear the sad smile in Blaine's voice and it all but broke his heart, so he decided to distract him in the way Kurt knew best. He went up and down Blaine's back, varying between pressing the heels of his palms in and trailing his fingertips lightly across Blaine's skin. He smiled at the way a shiver was sent down Blaine's spine when he ran his fingers on the sensitive skin of his sides, but frowned as he started applying pressure at the very VERY bottom of Blaine's back and felt Blaine shift uncomfortably beneath him.
"Oh, I'm sorry Blaine, do you have a sore spot there?"
"Ah no, it's fine, really, just carry on." Blaine's voice sounded slightly strained, but Kurt went back to it, not realising he was trailing his fingers dangerously close to the edge of the towel. After a few more minutes, however, Blaine pushed himself up onto his elbows shaking his head.
"Yeeeaeh no, I'm sorry, i lied, I'm not fine."
"What's wrong?" Kurt frowned "Did I do something?"
"No! No it's just...ugh, this is so embarrassing." Blaine was blushing deeply and defiantly avoiding Kurt's gaze. Slowly, and holding the the towel in place, Blaine turned himself over just enough for Kurt to see a definite jutt in the material around his waist. Seeing Kurt's eyes go wide, Blaine turned back over and buried his face in his arms groaning.
"Oh my GOD this is mortifying. I am so sorry, Kurt, I must have made you so uncomfortable, and you probably have a boyfriend and you'll go home and tell him about this weird guy who got a boner and-" his rambling was cut short by Kurt's hand on his bare shoulder, and he looked up to see Kurt's bright smiling eyes looking into his.
"I don't." Kurt said simply
"Don't what?"
"I don't have a boyfriend...and I don't, I don't actually mind..." it was Kurt's turn to blush furiously and look away from Blaine. When Blaine next spoke it was so hushed that Kurt barely noticed it.
"Why don't you mind?"
"Because," Kurt replied, steeling himself "you are easily one of the most beautiful men I have ever seen." With that, Kurt leant in and placed a soft, chaste kiss against Blaine's lips. When Kurt pulled there was a moment, a heartbeat, in which everything was still and the two simply looked at each other. Then Blaine was scrambling into a kneeling position on the table and tugging Kurt back in for a deep, searing kiss, both of them seemingly forgetting about Blaine's lack of clothing, forgetting or just not caring.
Taking control, Kurt pushed Blaine back so he was lying face-up on the massage table, his aching erection now completely on show.
"I am gonna make you feel better than any massage ever could..." Kurt murmured against Blaine's lips before attaching his mouth to the spot just under Blaine's ear and moving his hand down to grip Blaine's cock, stroking it firmly. Blaine moaned beneath him and Kurt put a finger against his panting mouth, whispering in his ear "Sssshh, don't want to get caught, do we?" and chuckling as this only made Blaine squirm more beneath him.
He began to make his way down Blaine's body placing open-mouthed kisses and the ocassional hickey over his taut chest or abdomen. Finally, he reached Blaine's cock, but only gave a teasing lick at the base before moving to suck another purpling mark into the top of Blaine's thigh. Blaine groaned frustratedly beneath him, wanting nothing more than to feel Kurt's mouth on him.
After a minute more of teasing, Kurt took pity on Blaine, licking a wet stripe up his length before sinking his mouth down around it. Blaine let out a gutteral moan of relief at the contact, making Kurt smirk around him, flicking his his tongue across the slit and tasting the bitter pre-come that had collected reached to tangle a hand in Kurt's hair, gripping tightly to the edge of the table with the other, and he began thrusting up, lightly fucking Kurt's mouth and forcing him to take him in deeper. Instead of making to pull back, Kurt hummed around Blaine's cock, welcoming the intrusion. He moved to free himself from his pants and promptly began stroking himself in time with Blaine's thrusts.
Soon enough, Kurt felt a familiar coiling in his stomach and he knew Blaine was close too as he tried to tug his head back. Kurt merely swatted his hand and hollowed his cheeks, sucking hard. That was enough for Blaine who spilled himself inside Kurt's mouth, moaning brokenly as Kurt continued to suck until he went limp.
Not waiting to catch his breath, Blaine sat up and pulled Kurt into a passionate kiss, tasting himself on Kurt's tongue, and his hand went to join Kurt's in pumping his cock jerkily. After a few more strokes Kurt moaned into Blaine's mouth as he came, then the two of them sat back, panting.
"So," Kurt said after a moment of silence "how about we make your next appointment tomorrow, at my place."