My first attempt at smut. WELL this has been absolutely awkward write, I must say. I don't know if I'll write more of it.
While typing this I kept writing Chris and Darren. WHAT CAN I SAY. THEY WOULD BE ADORABLE.
I don't own Glee, you know, you know. Reviews = ten points, gryffindor.
Nothing in the world could make Kurt's smile disappear as he said his final 'thank you' and stepped off the stage after receving his first Golden Globe for best supporting role in a drama film. It had been his dream for he couldn't remember how long. The time had come and now the audience was applauding so loud he could barely think. He looked back to where the rest of the cast was sitting and blew a kiss. This was his moment, he could give everyone the finger, and people would laugh like it was the best thing in the world. And it was, coming from him. It absolutely was because, after all, he was Kurt Hummel. Kurt Hummel the 20 year old soprano from Lima, Ohio. Kurt Hummel, winner of a Golden Globe.
The event kept on, and his smile would not dissolve. He clapped for everyone that had the pleasure of winning an award, but all he could think about was how Blaine would react when they were alone. He flashed a look across the room at Blaine, who miraculously also made it out of his dreary Ohio town as well, and was now part of the ensemble nominated for best musical. Kurt's gaze met with Blaine's hazel eyes and for a moment, everything stopped. Kurt wanted nothing more than to waltz right over to Blaine's table and plant a kiss firmly on his lips. But that would have to wait until after the ceremony of course, as it was only proper etiquette.
After every last picture was taken, every last interview was finished, and every last goodbye had been uttered, Kurt rode in his limo back to his apartment, tired, but still high off the recognition for his work. Once home, he sat down on his custom-made mattress and thought about what had just happened. His speech had been great. The crowd loved him. He had achieved his dream. The only thing that could possibly make this better would be –
The knock on the door startled his thought, but he answered it nevertheless. Before any words left either of their lips, Blaine was slamming the door, slamming Kurt onto the mattress, and slamming his mouth onto Kurt's, well, everything. Clothes were clawed off with such fury that Kurt worried that his suit had been shredded. Too bad, he thought, and continued stripping Blaine of his clothes. Kurt worked as fast as he could to unbutton Blaine's thin vest, but very quickly just gave up, and tore it off.
Skin was on skin. Mouths were on skin. Kurt's hand was fondling Blaine's chest hair as Kurt let him do the work of removing his belt. He'd won an award tonight, he was tired. Not tired enough to stop Blaine's hand from groping his ass, though. And certainly not tired enough to not return the favor.
Blaine's mouth traveled downward and reached Kurt's surprisingly impressive length. His lips engulfed it and his tongue did all it took to make Kurt moan. And moan he did. Blaine swore it was the hottest thing he'd ever heard in his life. Hotter than the ecstatic noise Kurt made while accepting his Golden Globe.
Blaine could feel Kurt's nimble fingers tangling in his curls. Blaine sucked harder and felt Kurt tense. Blaine braced himself for Kurt to come. He found it quite disgusting really, but he would do anything for his Kurtsie.
Blaine made his way back up to Kurt's face and left a kiss on his head while the small soprano lay panting. "Congratulations." Blaine breathed on Kurt's neck, surprised that this was the first word that had been spoken between the two that night. "Thanks." Kurt sighed, while trying to catch his breath. The perfect end to a perfect night, Kurt thought, and they started all over again.