So this chapter starts off with an actual storyline, then becomes pure smut again at the end.. so if you want to skip the 'niceties' you know what to do!
Not sure why the front door leads to the kitchen, also not sure why Carole doesn't live with them yet, and didn't Kurt's bedroom used to be downstairs? Just run with it.
Also thank you for reading this far! And thank you for all the lovely comments!
Kurt hadn't looked his father in the eye all morning. He knew. Kurt was sure of it. The fact that he'd been out of the house at the time meant nothing, though luckily Blaine had just managed to sneak out before his father had arrived home. Desperately trying to avoid any embarrassing conversation, Kurt tried to look busy with his phone and was practically drowning himself in his mug of coffee as Burt passed him a bowl of cereal.
"In a rush?" Burt inquired, watching his son shovel spoonfuls clumsily into his mouth instead of adopting his usual technique which required a lot more elegance and an outstretched little finger.
"mmm" came his reply whilst Kurt chewed on a mouthful of cereal.
Burt hadn't said anything but he had noted that Kurt's hair wasn't quite up to its usual standard this morning. It had a small amount of gel in it, but it stood at awkward angles and looked like it wouldn't go amiss in a futuristic Lady Gaga video. (Oh dear Kurt really was rubbing off on him). He would probably get yelled at later for not pointing it out. How dare he let Kurt leave the house like that. Was he blind? And so on and so forth. After weighing up his options, which both ended badly on his part, he decided to brave bringing it up.
"You er... done something different with your hair today?"
Kurt's eyes widened as images of Cameron Diaz in 'There's Something About Mary' sprang to mind.
"It's just gel." He spluttered as he ran to the bathroom to check, leaving Burt puzzled.
He breathed a huge sigh of relief when he reached the mirror, inwardly cursing himself for being so on edge. The truth was he hadn't really had the time to do his hair this morning, or complete his moisturising routine, and his poor neglected scarves were probably gathering dust. In fact he'd spent half an hour lying in bed, eyes closed, thinking of Blaine.
It started off innocently, Blaine's warm reassuring smile, his patience with Kurt, then his mind somehow drifting to designer sunglasses (just because it was winter did not mean it was time to put them away), then back to Blaine. He replayed him unbuttoning his shirt, his blazer drifting slowly down his shoulders, his breath hot against his ear. Those little sounds he made as he pressed himself dangerously close, his hands soft and gentle against his skin. At this Kurt's own hands began to glide nonchalantly down to his waistband. His fingers scraping needily against his semi-hard erection as he imagined Blaine's lips attacking his own.
Kurt had done this once before. Once. And it hadn't ended well. In fact it hadn't ended at all. It had all started in bed whilst watching an Adam Lambert music video on his laptop. He wasn't sure whether it was Mr Lambert himself or the beautiful decor of the apartment in the background, but he suddenly felt a twitching in his jeans. Immediately filled with panic he practically dropped his laptop and closed his eyes, drowning his thoughts with images of knitted sweaters and ankle boots. Unfortunately it wasn't working, and it inevitably led to thoughts of incredibly hot male models wearing said sweaters and boots.
Squeezing his eyes as tightly shut as possible so that he didn't have to watch himself, he decided it was time to try and rectify his problem. His hands gripped loosely around his straining erection as he gritted his teeth in anticipation. It wasn't so bad at first. Tiny whimpers escaping his lips as he worked up a slow rhythm, his toes curling reluctantly as if they were fighting against something. And then he made the mistake of opening his eyes, all aspects of the dreadful scenario hitting him square in the face. The next thing he knew he had his face in his pillow and his sheets wrapped over his head, cringing whilst whispering "how embarrassing, oh god how embarrassing" over and over again to himself.
He hadn't quite come to that this morning. In fact his fingers had barely touched his aching erection when he heard the faint sound of his dad shouting his name. At this he bolted upright, trying to steady his shaky breathing as he replied "I'm coming! Uh... I mean..." Oh shit. He mentally face-palmed. Complete wrong choice of words! "I mean... give me a minute!"
And now here he was with only 15 minutes before school fretting about cum hair. How on earth had it come to this?
School was no easier. Blaine didn't text him until midday, and so Kurt spent the entire morning worrying that his inexperience and 'small fluffy animal giving birth' noises had scared him away for good. When he finally did text, Kurt nearly choked on the very air he was breathing and slammed the touch screen face down onto the lunch table, unable to get the phone out of his hands fast enough.
"Sometimes I get scared when my phone rings too." Brittany whispered supportively. "I forget it does that."
Kurt shot her his best 'I am worried for you but thank you' smile before turning to Mercedes, who had a deadly serious stare about her.
"What is it? Is it Karofsky? I thought you sorted that."
"No." Kurt shot back, almost too quickly.
"Seriously Kurt, if he's troubling you I will go all Aretha Franklin on his ass"
"I don't think he's scared of soul music..." Kurt rolled his eyes. "But it's nothing to do with Karofsky. It's nothing to do with anything. Can we drop it?"
Mercedes narrowed her eyes and Kurt could tell she wasn't satisfied. Before he could stop her she dived across the table, grabbed his phone, and was already halfway through reading the message before he had a chance to react.
"Oh!" She was half laughing, half in shock. "Ooooh. This is too good! I'm sorry Kurt I didn't realise."
Judging by the contented grin on her face, she wasn't sorry.
"Mercedes!" Kurt shrieked, tearing his phone out of her incredibly tight grip. "You mention this to anyone and I will personally see to it that your voice box is removed and replaced with Mike Chang's." He hissed this last sentence, increasingly aware that people were beginning to stare.
"Which part? The part about how hot your cute little ass is? Or the part about the delightful little noises you make?" She lifted her eyebrows suggestively and burst into giggles.
Kurt went pale, which was a refreshing change from all the blushing he'd been doing, but the fact that his skin was already a deathly white meant that he was probably blinding everyone in the room. He couldn't stand up quickly enough, almost knocking his and Brittany's plate to the floor as he fumbled with his belongings and stuttered something about feeling ill. He practically stormed out of the room, head hung low, bag wide open.
"Was it something I said?" Brittany looked hurt.
"Brittany you didn't say anything!" Mercedes retorted with a sigh, pushing her food around her plate and hoping she hadn't been too harsh on Kurt. In her defence it was hilarious.
Kurt managed to avoid Mercedes and Brittany for the rest of the day. He had no classes with either of them and had managed to sneak out of school unnoticed, not caring that he'd left his nail file in his locker. Well that was a lie, he did care. He cared deeply. He just planned on getting to school extra early tomorrow to be reunited with it.
He breathed a sigh of relief as he reached his front door, and then hurriedly drew it back in again as he caught sight of his boyfriend. Blaine was wearing tight black skinny jeans that looked uncomfortable even to Kurt. They were paired with a red v-neck sweater and his usual stripy scarf. His hair was untouched, his short curlshung loose onto his forehead. He looked perfect.
Because Kurt had momentarily forgotten how to speak, Blaine broke the silence. "You didn't reply to my text." He shuffled his feet. "I was beginning to get worried... you know?"
"You shouldn't send me things like that." Kurt sounded more upset than he did angry as he pushed past Blaine to unlock the door and let them both in to the kitchen.
"Look I'm sorry I just... I can't stop thinking about you. I was thinking about you all day. I was kind of hoping... that you were thinking the same about me?"
Blaine's fingertips brushed gently under Kurt's chin, tilting his head so that he could look into his eyes. As soon as Kurt saw the concern lining his boyfriend's face he immediately forgave him, after all he did have a nice bum (he was glad someone had finally noticed) and he was actually relieved to hear that his noises weren't a complete turn off.
Kurt stepped back, a small smirk crossing his face. "Wouldn't you like to know Mr Anderson."
"Oh I really, really would!"
Kurt squealed as Blaine grabbed his hips and lifted him onto the kitchen table.
Parting Kurt's legs slightly so he could lean in towards his ear he purred "So you have been thinking about me?"
Kurt blushed.
"I'll take that as a yes."
His lips were once again brushing against Kurt's, the faint smell of 'Blaine' becoming only too familiar as their lips locked. Their kisses were so intense, and Kurt was so enveloped in all the tiny details that he could've sworn they always happened in slow motion.
Kurt let out a small desperate moan when Blaine pulled away for breath. He tried to guide their lips back together, pulling needily on Blaine's sweater as he slid himself forward on the tabletop.
"Upstairs" Blaine whispered, neatly avoiding the younger boy's advances.
Kurt let himself be guided to his bedroom, his heart beginning to pound with both excitement and fear. He wanted to try and look sexy but still had no idea how to pull it off, so he just stood in the middle of the room panting heavily.
Blaine approached him slowly, as if any sudden movement would send him running. His thumb moved up to stroke Kurt's cheek, his other arm wrapping itself around Kurt's waist, pulling him closer. He leaned up to kiss Kurt on the tip of his nose, then the side of his mouth, then just under his ear.
"Feels like fireworks" Kurt whispered, his eyes only half open.
Blaine smiled into Kurt's neck. "You say the most adorable things."
He backed Kurt onto the bed, gently crawling over him as Kurt found a comfortable spot. He could see that Kurt was nervous. His lips kept disappearing behind neat little rows of teeth and his eyes were darting back and forth so quickly he looked like he'd taken one too many pills.
"Hey. Just like yesterday ok?" Blaine reassured him.
Kurt nodded and feeling a little braver began to unbutton his new Julien Macdonald shirt.
Blaine's breath caught in his throat as he stared at the boy beneath him, tiny areas of milk white skin being revealed for his eyes only. Kurt stopped after the third button and tugged firmly on his collar, allowing his neckline and almost the entire of his left shoulder to be exposed. He tilted his head to the right and stared up at Blaine inviting him to explore this new territory.
Blaine lifted a finger and gently stroked a line down Kurt's neck, running it smoothly across his collarbone until it reached his shoulder, his lips taking its place shortly afterwards.
Kurt shivered and let his left hand fall limp by the side of his head. Blaine's lips danced against his skin, causing a faint tingle. His tongue left a trail of cold marks along his clavicle and every time Blaine breathed against them Kurt felt a sudden rush to his groin.
"Ooh" Kurt let out a tiny moan, his eyelashes fluttering as he struggled to keep himself together.
"You never told me what you were thinking about." Blaine teased his voice almost a whisper as he lifted his head to admire his boyfriend's blissful state.
"Huh?" Kurt was finding it hard to think at all right now.
"Earlier... you said you'd been thinking about me."
Kurt shifted uncomfortably, his eyes still glazed with lust.
"I erm... was just thinking about yesterday." He rushed the last part, as if he didn't really want Blaine to hear it.
Blaine was almost kissing Kurt now. Kurt could feel every syllable as they fell against his lips. "Did you touch yourself?"
Kurt moaned at Blaine's words with both desire and desperation. He didn't want to admit to this morning's events. It was embarrassing enough to even think about it let alone talk about it.
"Blaine... that's private." He breathed, bringing a shaky hand to his head as to fiddle nervously with his hair.
"I won't judge you." Blaine brought his lips to Kurt's, kissing him sweetly before asking again "Did you?"
Kurt swallowed, searching for the right words. "A little."
Blaine swore under his breath, his mind swamped with images of Kurt touching himself right in this very spot, making tiny noises, gasping for air, tugging gently on himself as his whole body writhed on top of the covers.
"Show me."
"W...what?" Kurt gasped, nerves getting the better of him once again.
"Please." Blaine added, panting softly as his erection pressed painfully tightly against his jeans.
"Blaine I didn't even... It wasn't what you think." Kurt fumbled over his words. He wasn't sure he could face doing anything where he was the centre of attention. That was what show choir was for. He couldn't even touch himself alone in his room never mind with somebody watching.
"Do I have to beg?" Blaine gave Kurt his best smile, hoping his charm hadn't gone out of the window with his self-control. "Although I am very very good at begging." He added as he slid down Kurt's body, stopping to nuzzle his nose at Kurt's now prominent erection.
Kurt whimpered loudly, nothing but 2 layers of fabric between him and Blaine's mouth.
"I... I guess..." he gasped "if you help me... I could try..."
Blaine's teeth closed around Kurt's fly, dragging it down slowly, enjoying every second of Kurt's squirming against the sheets, struggling to breathe.
Blaine popped the button on Kurt's trousers and began to pull them down over his hips, thankful that Kurt hadn't chosen to wear skinny jeans like he had. He stopped as they reached the bottom of his underwear sensing Kurt's discomfort, and crawled back up his body to stare into his eyes.
"I am incredibly turned on by you right now." Whispered Blaine, punctuating his sentence with a small jut of his hips against Kurt.
Kurt whined into Blaine's shoulder, his fingers curling desperately into his boyfriend's untamed hair. Blaine removed Kurt's hand and gripped his wrist loosely. He began to guide it down Kurt's body so that Kurt's hands were stroking against his chest. He kept going until Kurt's hand was resting on top of the bulge that was still contained in his boxers. He placed his own hand over the top of Kurt's and pressed down hard, causing Kurt to squeal in shock.
Blaine began to rub his hand gently over Kurt's, Kurt following suit as he began to touch himself through his boxers.
Blaine could hear the little gushes of air passing through Kurt's slightly parted lips, could see how Kurt was struggling to keep his eyes on Blaine's, could almost taste the sweat that was forming in little beads on Kurt's forehead. He couldn't resist. He leant forward slightly to lick them off, removing his hand from atop of Kurt's to steady himself on the bed.
Kurt continued to touch himself, his feet pushing and relaxing against the mattress so that his whole body began scraping against the bed over and over again.
The sight caused Blaine to moan loudly into Kurt's ear and Kurt felt his entire body tense at the sound.
"Fuck Kurt you look like sex." Blaine breathed, smiling slightly as Kurt managed to stare into his eyes for a split second before they rolled back under his eyelids again.
"Mmmmm" Kurt moaned, his teeth clenched as he tried to battle against the heat that was rising inside him. Needing more, he braved delving his hands inside his boxers, his body tensing further at the skin on skin contact and involuntarily letting out yet another long string of whimpers.
Blaine was a mess. His erection was pressed so tightly against his jeans it was beginning to hurt. He desperately needed some release. He tore his button open and tugged at his fly, cursing himself for his stupid choice of outfit as he tried to yank his penis out from inside his jeans. He panted heavily as he began touching himself on top of Kurt.
Kurt struggled to focus on Blaine's every movement, his eyes watering from the strain. Blaine looked incredible. His cheeks bright red, his chest rising and falling heavily, the gasps he made as his hand sped up, and Kurt could hardly take his eyes off that hand. He watched it pump vigorously above him, each stroke perfectly in time with his delicious little hums.
"Ah." Kurt yelped, as he caught a sensitive spot on his penis.
Blaine's eyebrows rose upwards, his eyes widening.
"Do that again." He pleaded, his voice sounding shaky.
"Ah." Kurt let out another yelp, his fingers twisting at the end of each stroke. "Aaah." He gasped louder pressing his head back into the pillows, his free hand tugging roughly on Blaine's curls.
"Shit Kurt I'm gonna..." Blaine couldn't finish his sentence, watching Kurt was too much. He quickly rolled off Kurt so that he was lying beside him, his cum landing on his own clothes... always the gentleman.
Kurt watched as Blaine trembled beside him, moaning Kurt's name over and over, his entire body twisting until his face was eventually pressed firmly into the pillowcase, his moans softened by the fabric.
Kurt couldn't take any more. He gripped the sheets and sank his teeth into his lip, the relatively new sensation washing over him from head to tip. He screamed out what he hoped was Blaine's name and followed his boyfriend's actions, burying his head deep into the pillowcase to try and smother it.
They were just in time because through all the bliss Kurt could hear the front door opening and his father shouting his name.
"Kurt? Kurt what the hell is a mirabelle plum clafouti? Carole left me this text and we're invited for dinner..." he was already halfway up the stairs "I have no clue what to expect!"
"Hide?" Blaine suggested, trying desperately to do up his incredibly tight fly that had taken him hours that morning.
Kurt shook his head. "Just act natural." He hissed, adjusting his hair and scuttling to the edge of the bed whilst frantically trying to wipe the cum from his shirt.
Burt opened the door to see Kurt with his shirt half open breathing heavily on the side of his bed. Blaine sprawled out behind him.
"Hi." Breathed Kurt.
Next chapter less storyline more sexy time?
