This exists in the same world as "Does this coat make me look fat?" You don't HAVE to read it first to understand what's going on here, though. This scene is an expansion of something mentioned in that fic.
Kurt had to admit that he'd done a damn good job of dressing Blaine as he looked him over one last time. Blaine didn't appear to be particularly thrilled about wearing skintight jeans and a black mesh shirt that was essentially see through, but Kurt thought he looked absolutely delicious. Blaine would thank him later. And then they would have sex. Kurt hoped so, anyway. He kind of needed Blaine to calm down first. Otherwise Kurt would never get the chance to rip that shirt off of him and-
Blaine's pleading voice cut into his thoughts and he blinked.
"Kurt," Blaine begged. "I just. I can't go out like this, I look—"
Kurt pressed a finger to Blaine's lips. "Shh," he soothed, pulling his boyfriend into his arms and rubbing his shoulders. "You look hot. I half want to stay home and fuck you until you can't see straight anymore."
Blaine shivered as Kurt's lips grazed his ear. He pulled back a little and looked up at Kurt hopefully. "I'm totally, totally game for that. We don't have to go out at all. Let's do it!" he said a little too enthusiastically. Kurt was surprised he didn't throw a fist in the air to go along with it.
"Really, Blaine? Do you think I'm that gullible?" Kurt challenged. "Also…let's do it? So romantic. You know just how to make a guy feel special."
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck and pressed their bodies together. "Oh but I do," Blaine insisted, biting his lip in that way, the way that always made Kurt want to press him against the nearest available surface and kiss the life out of him. He pressed a soft kiss to Kurt's collarbone. "Don't you want me, Kurt?"
Kurt repressed a shudder. Blaine was bringing out the big guns tonight. Maybe they could go tomorrow night. Because…God, Blaine was pushing all the right buttons and Kurt wanted nothing more than to strip off his clothes and let Blaine have his way with him.
Kurt blinked and shook his mind clear. "Sweetie, you're going to have to work a lot harder than that. You are not getting out of this. I want to go out, get tipsy, shake my ass, and you are going with me. Besides, you said yes this morning." He grinned evilly.
"But you asked me after you woke me up with a blow job. Totally not fair."
"You could have said no," Kurt pointed out.
"Bullshit!" Blaine countered. "The things you can do with your tongue…"
"Are legendary, I know," Kurt commented dryly. "Now if you're done, grab the keys and let's go!"
"You're going to make me drive?" Blaine whined.
"I'll make it worth your while," Kurt promised, smiling at him seductively. That smile always came before very, very good things. Like the time Kurt confessed to wanting to try bondage. Like the time Kurt showed up with a large dildo and made Blaine watch as he fucked himself on it. Like the first time they tried rimming.
Suddenly, Blaine wasn't feeling so hesitant about going out anymore. Kurt would be too smug to deal with if Blaine gave in too easily, though.
Blaine threw his hands in the air. "Fine. Let's get this over with."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "I love your enthusiasm, darling. It's just killing me."
"I'll be back in a minute, okay?"
Blaine nodded. "Okay. I'll keep a good eye on our drinks."
Kurt slipped off in the direction of the bathrooms, and when Blaine turned around, a young man was standing where Kurt had been.
"How long have you two been dating?" the handsome stranger asked.
Blaine smiled. "Since high school. It's been about eight years now." And Blaine loved Kurt more and more each day. He was going to ask Kurt to marry him sooner or later. It was so thrilling that they lived somewhere that they could get married, and Blaine knew Kurt would say yes but…it was such a big step. It could wait another few years. Married by 30-that's what Kurt had said the first day of his senior year of high school. Blaine still had five years to make that dream come true.
"Wow, that's a long time," the stranger said, looking a little impressed.
Blaine nodded. "Yeah…I'm really hoping we'll get married some day."
"Oh." That seemed to throw him off. "Well, if you ever break up…I'd love to help you get over him." Was that guy waggling his eyebrows? I mean…wow, he was flirting with Blaine and that's just…weird.
Blaine froze. "Oh. Uhm. Thanks?" What could he possibly say in response to that? They chatted awkwardly for a few moments, and the guy slipped off, looking a little disappointed.
Blaine took a sip of his beer. Well, that had been a little strange, but whatever.
"You're cute," a deep voice said from somewhere on his right.
"And taken," Blaine supplied.
"Doesn't matter to me," the blue eyed stranger said, eyes lingering on Blaine's chest.
"Well it matters to me," Blaine said stiffly. He turned away and heard the guy walk away, muttering under his breath. Well, he'd handled that pretty well. Blaine felt proud of himself.
He took another sip of his beer .When was Kurt going to get back? Blaine was getting a little bored. He felt someone in his personal space and look up smiling. "Kurt, thank…"
He trailed off. The guy standing there was NOT his beloved boyfriend. God, not again!
"Oh sorry," Blaine said, grinning sheepishly. "I thought you were my boyfriend."
The guy smiled lazily. "I'll be whatever you want, and you can call me anything you want to, babe." Somehow, Blaine got the feeling that it wouldn't have all been inappropriate if this guy had added "in bed" to the end of his sentence.
Like the last stranger, this guy was also rather attractive. He was wearing tight blue jeans, boots, a tight white t-shirt and a leather jacket that did nothing to hide his well defined muscular physique. Green eyes blazed over Blaine's body as this guy looked him up and down. Blaine felt terribly embarrassed by all of the attention.
"I'm Hunter." He stuck out a hand.
Blaine felt it would be rude to do anything but take it. "Blaine," he said quietly.
"You look scared." Hunter's grin was nothing short of wicked. "I'm pretty sure I could calm you down." He hadn't let go of Blaine's hand, and this was starting to get super awkward.
"Blaine, who's this?" a bitchy voice said from behind the giant hulk of a man that was trying to eye-rape Blaine.
"Uh…Hunter" Blaine said. "Hunter, this is Kurt, my boyfriend."
Hunter stepped sideways and let go of Blaine's hand. "Nice to meet you, Kurt. You know you two make a pretty pair. I'd love to fuck—"
Kurt's eyes narrowed. "That's enough. I'd say it was nice to meet you, but….no. So piss off."
Instead of getting annoyed, Hunter laughed. "So you're a little feisty. I like that. Well if you two ever want to spice things up…you let me know."
And with that, he slipped away into the crowd.
"Oh my god," Blaine breathed, burying his face in his hands for a moment. "The other guys weren't anywhere near as awkward as that, thank God, but—"
"The other guys?" Kurt questioned.
"Yeah, I got hit on by two other guys while you were gone. I told you I shouldn't have worn this."
Kurt's eyes gleamed. "Hmm. Well...it does at least prove my point. You look really, really hot in that outfit."
"Are you mad at me?"
Kurt rolled his eyes. "Of course not. I'll kill anyone who so much as looks at you funny, but you? I'm not mad at you. Let's dance."
Blaine's a little thrown by the rapid change from possessive Kurt (who is admittedly, turning him on a little) and the fun Kurt who just wants to shake his ass. Blaine would much prefer to just watch him do it—he's a terrible dancer and if he's standing there awkwardly trying to keep up, well, he can't really watch. And Blaine really likes to watch Kurt.
Kurt downed the rest of his drink and clinked it on the bar. "Come on. If I go out there alone…you know all those guys will just descend on you again. Or hell, I'm a hot piece of ass. How'd you like it if that Hunter guy came up and started putting his hands all over me? He's still watching us, you know."
Blaine's eyes slid in the direction of Kurt's subtle head tilt. Hunter caught his eye and winked. Blaine turned away hastily. "No. Uhm…I'll go with you." He swallowed the last few sips of his beer and let Kurt drag him into the mass of gyrating bodies.
At first it's really awkward for him. Blaine is a terrible dancer. Kurt, on the other hand? Kurt looks like a professional. Blaine doesn't even know where he learned how to move like that but soon, Kurt's got him into a rhythm, and the way he's moving is really turning Blaine on. His erection is straining against the stupidly tight pants and god, this is almost painful. He just wants to take Kurt home and bend him over the couch and fuck him because he's so turned on they won't be able to make it to the bed room. But those kinds of thoughts aren't helping Blaine keeps his wits about him.
Kurt slipped a hand around Blaine's neck, pulling him closer as their bodies pulsed to the music and jolting him out of his thoughts. They were grinding, writhing, practically fucking through their clothes on the dance floor, and everyone was starting to notice.
Blaine's cheeks pinked a little. "Wanna take this somewhere a little more private?"
Kurt grinned. "Not really," he said. "We're just dancing, aren't we?"
"Kurt…you can feel how worked up I am…I need to get you alone..." Blaine persisted.
The grin only grew wider. "There's no reason we have to be alone," he said, a little too calmly for Blaine's taste.
"But Kurt, I swear to God I'm going to come in my pants."
Kurt rolled his hips a little more forcefully into Blaine's. "I know."
Blaine gasped, feeling a little too close to the edge—he needed to back off and cool down until they could take this somewhere else. He made as if to pull his body away, but Kurt wasn't letting go. If anything, he was trying harder to make Blaine lose control. He was sure what they were doing looking more like fucking than it did dancing.
"Kurt, what are you doing?" Blaine whined.
Kurt grinned. "You know what I'm doing. Everyone's watching, so we're going to give them a damn good show. We're performers, Blaine. This is what we do."
Blaine felt his jaw drop. The shock of realizing what Kurt was trying to do melted into pleasure as he teetered closer and closer to the brink of orgasm. Just a few more steps.
"Oh God, Kurt, stop, I just, I can't—"
Kurt kissed him, hot and wet and sloppy and Blaine forgot about the world around him for a moment.
"You can," Kurt said, breathing heavily. "You will. Are you ready?"
"But there's so many people," Blaine protested. "They're...people can see."
"That's why I'm so hard, Blaine. I want them to see how hot you get for me, the way your face looks when you come, I want them to watch."
Blaine's eyes fluttered shut. God, this was so wrong, they shouldn't be doing it, he shouldn't be getting so turned on by doing something so intimate in a place like this, where anyone could see, where everyone was looking. He dared to peek around at the observers of this lewd show. What he saw threw him for a loop.
Even though they were surrounded by a dense crowd, plenty of guys and girls were watching them with open lust in their eyes, Hunter included. Blaine couldn't tell if they wanted him, or if they wanted to be him.
Kurt bent his head to Blaine's neck and bit down, and then Blaine felt his knees go weak as he came, locking eyes with a stranger across the room. The only thing keep him standing, keeping him moving was Kurt's tight grip on his hips. His eyes slid shut, losing the stranger in the crowd as his face bloomed with heat and embarrassment.
"Oh God," he whispered. "They all know, don't they?"
Kurt smirked, looking a little too pleased with himself. "Kind of hard not to—you made it extraordinarily obvious."
"That Hunter guy is staring us down," Blaine murmured.
Kurt grinned, smoothing back Blaine's hair. "So let him. All he can ever do is stare. You're mine."
Blaine's eyebrows shot up. "You're awfully possessive tonight. But I have to say, I don't mind. Let's go home…I think you have a problem that needs to be taken care of."
"I'll drive," Kurt offered, pulling Blaine towards the door by the hand. He nodded at Hunter as they slipped by him, and completely ignored his offer to join them.
Blaine wanted to turn his head and stick his tongue out, but refrained. First, that was just too juvenile, second, Hunter would probably like it too much. What did it matter anyway? It's not like they'd ever see him again.
Kurt opened Blaine's door for him and slipped into the driver's seat. Blaine smirked as an idea formed in his mind. He was going to take his revenge on the drive home.
"Kurt," he said slowly, his voice deepening. "When we get home, I'm going to tear off your clothes and kiss every inch of your body until you beg me to fuck you."
Kurt shivered. "Oh God. Please…stop…you know what it does to me when you talk like that."
"Yeah," Blaine says, grinning evilly. "I do."
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