Second chapter! It's kinda short, bear with me. I'll pick up where I left off in the next chapter. Yeah, so basically it's smut from here on out : ) And I've written Kurt as being slightly more, um, forceful…
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Hummel had Glee club after school that day. I took my time in the showers after football practice was over, turning down a ride from Azimio. I stood under the steaming water until the sounds of the cleaners vacuum died out and as I dressed, all I could hear was the tinkle of a distant piano and the faint chatter of voices from the music room.
It made me jump when the door squeaked a few minutes later. I whipped around to see Hummel standing by the lockers.
"I thought you weren't going to show up." he said flatly. I stuffed my bag into my locker and turned back to face him, arms folded.
"I put the note in your bag. Why wouldn't I show up?"
He didn't answer, taking a few rapid strides forward and backing me into the lockers. His hands gripped my hair so tight it hurt as he pressed his mouth to mine in a bruising kiss. His hands were everywhere, pulling at my shirt and sliding beneath it. I was gasping, my hands pushed against his shoulders to back him none-too-carefully into the wall as my tongue explored his mouth.
He was trying to yank the shirt over my head. I wrenched myself away long enough to fling the damn thing away before falling back to him, his fingers raked the bare skin of my back. I was determined not to be the only one bare-chested; as I kissed him I yanked at the buttons of the stupidly expensive looking shirt he was wearing. I may have dislodged one of the buttons as I did; Kurt didn't seem to notice. I was attacking his neck, biting and kissing helplessly, as I felt a hand fumbling to unzip my jeans.
Next thing I knew Kurt was grappling with my junk, pumping and rubbing to make me gasp out loud into the silent room in shock and pleasure. Under his relentless hand it took an embarrassingly short time before I was bucking my hips against him and coming with another shuddering gasp.
My head rested against his bare shoulder, I was breathing heavily when I felt him pushing at my shoulders. I sank to my knees as he fought to undo those tight fucking pants he always wore. Then my lips were on him, kissing tentatively. I heard him moan and my hands reached to grab at his bare hips as his fingers gripped my hair.
"Oh God…" he breathed. "Oh God…"