A/N; this story is rated M for a good reason, that reason is in this chapter. Feel free to skip it if you wish.
Chapter 2.(KPOV)
Kurt never thought in a million years, that he would find himself if the position he was currently in. Being pressed to the back of his apartment door by none other than Noah Puckerman. Yes it was true; Blaine had only been gone 2 days. But Kurt needed this, or at least he thought he did. He made no protests to Noah; he was letting himself become the other man's sex doll.
Apparently Noah had noticed this little slice of information and began to press his groin further into Kurt's, groaning at the friction he so desperately needed. He led Noah into the bedroom he and Blaine shared. Noah roughly pulled off Kurt's clothing and then worked on his own. He had to say, Puckerman was defiantly well endowed. But his thoughts were quickly pushed aside as he felt the other man lower over his pale body. The feeling of having someone over him being in control, Kurt would defiantly admit that was his weakness. He preferred to be dominated, rather than to dominate. He thought of Blaine, what would he say… he knew he should tell him, but it would break his boyfriends heart. Blaine didn't need to know about this, it was a one time only thing. All of Kurt's doubts left his mind when Noah whispered the words 'urn around, and get on your hands and knees' into his ear.
Kurt did as he was told and directed Noah to the condoms and lube. The other boy quickly slicked his fingers up with lube and inserted one finger into Kurt. Yes, there was the painful yet intensely arousing burn he had needed. Kurt whimpered as a way of telling the other boy that he needed more. Another whimper, another finger. Noah waited until Kurt was practically fucking himself on his fingers to take them out and slick up his excruciatingly hard member.
Readying himself for the intrusion, Kurt sighed as Noah entered him. He pressed himself back against the other man, Noah took this as a sign he was going to slowly, and thrust himself into Kurt completely. He waited paitiently for Kurt to give him the okay to move. Once the thrusting began, Kurt started to need more. He found himself panting out requests every five seconds 'faster, harder, deeper, oh my god I need more.' This kept up until finally Noah reached around Kurt and grabbed the smaller boys erection. Pumping it with just as much force, making sure to match his thrusts. But no sooner had he done this, they heard the door slam. Kurt pulled himself away from Noah, and regrettably whined at the loss of being filled.
"Fuck."
Was all that he could get out. Noah got the hint and began to dress himself. With a quick pat on the arm he fled the apartment. Kurt was left alone, to wonder who had walked in. Jeff frequently did this; Kurt just hoped that it hadn't been Blaine. He felt his knees buckle beneath him and he let the hot tears run down his face and into the pillow his face was currently shoved into.
(BPOV)
He woke up in the familiar living room of Jeff. He sighed remembering what he had seen the previous night. He stood from the couch and made his way to the small kitchen to make himself a coffee. But of course, Jeff wouldn't have any coffee. Sighing to himself he got his coat and made the short walk to the corner, he and Jeff had spent many long coffee dates in this shop. He smiled at the memories; he could always trust his best friend to do the logical thing. Blaine was more of an 'in the moment' kind of person, he couldn't remember the last time he actually planned out something. Everything was done on a whim; surprisingly enough he enjoyed that lifestyle.
Blaine had no clue as to where to go from this point, his coffee had been downed almost instantly. He needed it to burn, no matter how he ran the scenario through his mind; it always ended up being his fault somehow. Maybe if he had of just taken Kurt with him to see his parents, this wouldn't have happened. But he knew very well that there was no way he could do that. His father hadn't minded that Blaine was gay, and he had met Kurt on several occasions. His mother on the other hand…
Damnit. What was wrong with him? Kurt had chosen to do what he did. Blaine had no say in the matter. He walked back to Jeff's house slowly, almost afraid to go back and listen to Jeff tell him what Kurt had said. He didn't want to know, hell he didn't even want to hear Kurt's name at this point. He stepped into the house and fell onto the couch, feeling depressed and worn out. As ridiculous as it was, he fell asleep after only being awake for about fourty-five minutes.
A/N; Well, this was my first time writing smut, but ive read enough of it. I hope its okay! If its not, please tell me ! D:
Until next time! – Lizz