Oh man. I haven't been here in a while... *hides* I don't even have any excuses, I just...haven't. Wow I really suck. I'm sorry :(
Anyway I should be back writing next week because SUMMER is almost here and all my exams will be done and stuff so yeah I can type up those bunnies I've written aaaaand...yeah. I apologise again.
So here's something I wrote at like 3am one night. I don't even know where it came from but hey.
Enjoy! :)
Stairs were definitely Kurt's enemy tonight.
Clambering up them while attached to Blaine's lips really wasn't as easy as it looked in the movies. And with the way Blaine had been palming at his cock through his jeans on the way home, keeping his hips still was a miraculous effort as they stumbled up the stairs.
They reached the mid landing, and with a groan, Kurt slammed Blaine against the wall so hard pictures in their frames rattled in response. Blaine grabbed Kurt's ass and rutted furiously, their clashing cocks causing wonderful friction against the tight confinements of their denim. Their kisses were rough and fast and sloppy but hot and so, so right; hair was pulled and moans and groans escaped whenever they stopped for breath (…not often).
Kurt suddenly gripped at the front of Blaine's shirt and with one tug ripped it open, little buttons popping everywhere. (Later he'd regret that however, as a clueless Finn questioned why there were buttons everywhere, but right now his dick was the one making decisions, and they were all great). Kurt left Blaine's mouth and dipped his head to bite and suck hard at his exposed chest, Blaine's glorious moans spurring him on.
"Mm, K-Kurt," moan, "we should – we should go – oh god." Blaine stuttered as Kurt mouthed at his clothed erection before licking back up to clash their mouths together. He began to walk backwards in the general direction of the remaining stairs, when all of a sudden there was no more ground and he and Blaine where tumbling down the stairs, landing with rather undignified "Oofs".
It took Kurt a moment to gain his bearings and get things to stop spinning as he registered what the hell had just happened. It was the poorly muffled giggles coming from beside him that brought Kurt's mind back to normality.
He sat up and looked at Blaine, sprawled on the floor with his shirt wide open and purpling marks scattered over his torso as he giggled at the ceiling.
"What?" he said, mustering up his best bitch face and directing it toward his five year old boyfriend.
Blaine rose to his elbows, a huge grin spreading over his features, "Way to kill my boner, Kurt." he said in an accusing tone, an ultimately ineffective tactic considering his beaming teeth.
Kurt's demeanour vanished immediately and his breath rushed out as he hung his head in defeat. Blaine reached out and squeezed Kurt's thigh, dipping his head to try and catch his eye. When Kurt looked up, he met Blaine's adoring gaze with equally adoring eyes. Blaine shimmied over and wrapped his arms around Kurt, pulling him back down to the floor.
"I love you," he whispered into Kurt's hair.
Kurt smiled, nuzzling into Blaine's neck, "I love you too," he replied, and kissed the stubbly skin under his lips.
Yeah, he thought. Stairs may be Kurt's enemy, but his boyfriend certainly was something else.
Do I deserve a review? It would totally motivate me to come back sooooooon.
Much love for suffering my lack of updates oh man.