For Jess aka littlemrstom, who said she liked Klaine fluff/sexytimes.
for the Hiatus Gift Exchange over at the Kurt_Blaine comm at LiveJournal
This is basically what I sort of wish I had written the first time around, this bit sort of wrote itself while I was doing the Blaine POV. Left context a little vague on purpose… consider it a bonus alternate scene ;) Also makes me nervous for reasons I will share at the end…
Kurt didn't bother switching on the light, just closed the door behind them and turned the lock, the click echoing loudly in the buzzing silence. Kurt stood still for a moment, his hand still on the doorknob, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness until he could faintly make out Blaine's hazy shape. Blaine reached for his hand, finding his arm first and following it down until he slowly grasped and twined their fingers together. Stepping forward, he backed Kurt flat up against the door and searched out his lips.
Kurt slid his hand out of Blaine's and grabbed onto his shoulders, tilting his head as Blaine's mouth moved against his. A shudder worked its way through Kurt as he felt Blaine's tongue dip into his mouth. His hands tightened on Blaine's shoulders, fingers digging into the fabric as he pushed back with a sweep of his own tongue, feeling oddly triumphant as he licked his way back into Blaine's mouth.
Blaine pulled away from the kiss and leaned forward, latching onto Kurt's neck, alternately laving at the skin with his tongue and sucking hard. Kurt let his head fall back against the door, sliding one hand up to tangle in the slightly sweaty curls at the nape of Blaine's neck. He closed his eyes and swallowed hard at the dizzying sensation of Blaine's mouth on his skin, hot and insistent.
He had imagined all sorts of possibilities in his head when he took that first sip of alcohol tonight, many of them involving some flirtatious looks, a shy grasp of hands, and maybe even a sweet yet passionate kiss. None of those scenarios involved being pinned against his own door, but then again he hadn't really meant to have second, third, and oh, yeah fourth drinks.
Twisting away, Kurt dipped his head and reclaimed Blaine's lips, the kiss turning messy and open as their tongues twisted together with increasing urgency as Blaine used more of his weight to push Kurt against the door. It felt like a dam he didn't even know existed had broken loose somewhere amidst the laughing, the loud music, the alcohol, and the look in Blaine's eyes right before they kissed back at the party, everyone's attention focused elsewhere. After that it had been brushes of hands and sideways glances that made his heart race as they said their goodbyes.
He had seen something shift in Blaine's gaze tonight, and from the first press of Blaine's lips pure desire had coursed through him like electricity, sharp and unfamiliar. Everything Kurt had never allowed himself to even think about doing was bubbling up in his mind in a dizzying rush, as he let his hands roam over Blaine's shoulders, down his back, and back up to his chest, just because he could. The feeling of want, and the incredible heady feeling of being wanted was intoxicating. He felt Blaine's hands on his waist, fingers grasping at the bottom of his shirt and pulling, untucking his shirt and sliding his hands underneath to skim his palms over bare skin. Kurt in turn pushed the cardigan off Blaine's shoulders, both of them fumbling to pull it all the way off.
Kurt slid his hands up to cup Blaine's face, kissing him once briefly on the lips before ducking his head to brush his lips further down Blaine's jaw, pressing an open-mouthed kiss experimentally against the side of his neck. He smiled giddily as he felt Blaine's breathing hitch.
Blaine grasped Kurt's elbow and tugged him away from the door, navigating them back towards Kurt's bed. The back of Blaine's legs finally hit the side, and he collapsed heavily onto the edge. Blushing in the darkness, Kurt wobbled and fought the urge to giggle as he shucked off his shoes before settling into Blaine's lap, his lips returning to kiss again in softer warm presses. Blaine's hand snuck back under his shirt to fit into the small of Kurt's back, and Kurt scooted forward, rising slightly on his knees to settle closer to Blaine, their chests pressed tightly together. Kurt turned his head at a sharper angle as their mouths slanted together, breath flowing heavily through their noses.
Kurt slid sideways off of Blaine, grabbing at his shirt to bring him along as he maneuvered himself up to the headboard, lying back on the pillows. Blaine followed,
hovering over Kurt with a knee braced between Kurt's before settling on top of him, breathing shakily as the full length of their bodies came into contact. They stayed there, still for a moment, simply breathing into each other's space, the only movement Kurt's hand gliding up and down Blaine's back, fingernails lightly dragging.
Kurt slid his hand all the way up to the base of Blaine's skull, lifting his own head off the pillow and smiling giddily into the darkness before pressing his lips again to the other boy's. Blaine shifted on top of him, barely a tiny movement, but the friction sent sparks radiating though Kurt, and he moaned into Blaine's mouth, letting one hand drift down to press against Blaine's lower back.
Blaine's hand in turn gripped at Kurt's hip, and he ground down harder, groaning into the kiss. Kurt let out a stifled whine, shifting his hips against Blaine's thigh, heat blossoming through him. They settled into a somewhat steady rhythm, and Blaine dropped his head into the side Kurt's neck as he moved, exhaling into the warm skin there. "God, Kurt…"
Kurt's hands tightened on Blaine's back, the sound of Blaine's broken sentence sending a hot rush of arousal from the tips of his fingers to his toes. Their speed increased as Kurt felt the heat building inside of him, as he rutted unabashedly up against Blaine's thigh. He pushed suddenly against Blaine's leg, squirming underneath him, and sliding his own leg out from under him, spreading his legs wider and gasping aloud as he felt Blaine's hips settle fully against his own. Even through the layers of denim he could feel Blaine, hard and slotted right next to him.
Blaine's fingers dug harder into his hip and Kurt curled his leg up and around, locking them together as Blaine began to thrust in earnest against him, Kurt rising up to meet him every time. Their harsh breathing echoed in the room as Kurt fought with every fiber of his being to suppress the noise that was threatening to rip out of his throat at the overload of sensation coursing through him.
Kurt gasped as the heat coiled inside him and burst, a muffled cry escaping along with Blaine's name as he shuddered through his orgasm, fingers digging hard into Blaine's back. Blaine's hips stuttered against his once, twice more and he tensed above Kurt as he found his own release, collapsing heavily against Kurt's chest.
The silence rang in their ears, marred only by the heavy breathing that slowly began to even out as they came down from their high. Kurt lay in a daze, heart still racing. Blaine's body was almost uncomfortably hot against him, and he waited for the cold rush of panic, for reality to pull him out of his haze.
He could feel the sweat cooling on his skin as the quiet stretched on, and he exhaled shakily through his nose, his breath hitching slightly as it began to steady. Blaine murmured something unintelligible and curled into Kurt's side, head still resting on Kurt's chest. "Blaine?" Kurt whispered, his voice sounding rough.
Blaine didn't respond. From the even sound of his breathing, Kurt could tell he had passed out. Kurt lay still for a few minutes, staring into the darkness and feeling strangely calm. He winced as he shifted, his pants already distinctly uncomfortable. Slowly, he eased himself out from under Blaine, sliding off the bed and grabbing some pajama pants and a plain white t-shirt from his dresser. Hesitating, he grabbed another set, and left them on the other side of Blaine's unconscious form before making his way over to the bathroom, closing the door as softly as he could.
Clenching his eyes shut, he flipped on the light, wincing as the light blinded him even through his eyelids. Easing them open, he took in his disheveled appearance with shock. His hair was sticking up in all directions, his mouth swollen and red, and there was a very distinct, neatly circular bruise that had blossomed on the fair skin of his neck where Blaine had left his mark. He touched the tips of his fingers to the mark lightly with a mixture of pride and apprehension, remembering the way Blaine had moaned his name into his ear, the memory triggering goosebumps on his skin.
He quickly stripped off his sweaty, soiled clothing, dropping it into the hamper, slipping into his pajamas instead. The light from the bathroom painted a strip of light across the room, highlighting it enough for Kurt to be able to see Blaine curled up on his side where he had left him, thoroughly rumpled and cuddling one of Kurt's pillows in his absence. Something about that picture tugged at Kurt's heart, and he leaned against the doorframe contemplatively. He had no idea what reaction the morning would bring, and at that particular moment, he didn't really care.
Turning off the light, Kurt quietly crept back over to the bed and slid under the blanket. He started to drift off almost immediately, and was only dimly aware of Blaine stirring and moving around the room. The next thing he felt was a pair of warm lips on his forehead as Blaine's warmth joined him under the blanket and an arm pulling him close as he fell into a deep dreamless sleep.
AN: So yeah…. this sort of just appeared one morning, I've never written anything more graphic than kissing, kind of surprised myself. And there you have it, I dedicate my first smut to you, Jess, lol. Thanks to Jax and April for being my beta readers on the first pass, and for encouraging my foray into actually writing le smutz.
