A/N: Oh wow 2 things in one night this is CRAZY. I just finished this and I'm sorry for the wait with IFYWM and I'm sorry for my existence. Hope you enjoy this though! Yay stories!
Losing it
This was it.
He knocked hesitantly on the wooden door. The voices coming from behind it changed in tone and then stopped altogether. A boy opened the door with a smile and wink that put Blaine even more on edge.
"Have fun. He's a great time."
Kurt was sitting on the bed, legs crossed and wearing next to nothing. He looked exhausted from his previous encounter but still smiled as Blaine approached him.
"Sit down. I don't bite."
He wasn't sure how to start. Blaine wasn't familiar with his body as others would be. He sweat nervous stains into his shirt. He couldn't speak, it was overwhelming and all consuming.
"Baby, you okay? I can make you feel better."
Kurt soothed his anxiety with a deep kiss, trailing his hands down Blaine's torso and beginning to unbutton his pants. His cock twitched with his heartbeat, slowly hardening to meet Kurt's delicate fingers.
"There we go. Looks like someone's ready to play."
His eyes couldn't stop roaming across the pale, beautiful features of the man before him. He desperately wanted to caress them as a lover would. Slowly, carefully, bringing their mouths together in a passionate good morning kiss. Kurt had different ideas, and set to work on opening himself for Blaine.
"My ass is too tight for your big cock."
Kurt was sexual and unafraid. Blaine supposed that came with being a prostitute, but he liked that attitude. He could imagine walking hand in hand down the street, Kurt returning every dirty look with a sassy comment. The words wouldn't even have time to start eating at his anxieties and fearful heart.
They moved to lie down together, pants and shirts heaped on the floor as Blaine was daydreaming. Kurt kept the steady caress, waiting for Blaine to make the next move. They kissed, full of heat and hesitancy.
Blaine was falling in love with a prostitute. He couldn't help it. No one had ever been this close to him, had ever known exactly how to make him feel good. Kurt took charge and climbed on his lap without another word.
They moved together. Blaine realized his shirt was still on but couldn't find himself to care. Kurt was there, alive and moving. His hot breaths tickled Blaine's ear like a reminder that someone cared, at least in this very moment.
It was over quite quickly. Blaine was too nervous and inexperienced for it to last long. He couldn't look the beauty before him in the eye. It was embarrassing to have exposed himself like that to a stranger. Letting his get into his deepest thoughts and dreams. Kurt was too special, but as Blaine threw the money on the bed and rushed out of the room, the feeling faded.
Nothing had changed. Blaine had slipped. He couldn't feel for anyone.
Blaine was alone, and he would stay that way forever.