"Can't he wait to break up with me in person." Kurt grumbled, stabbing his index finger into the keyboard to open the media attachment. His laptop hummed busily as the video cued up. I deserve this. I totally made him feel uncomfortable and that is why I can never have what I want. I push too damn hard. Kurt continued to mentally berate himself even as the video loaded. Taking a deep breath, he clicked open the video. The screen was focused in on a flushed and sweaty Blaine, eyes blown wide in what could either be lust of rage. Kurt felt himself tense as he waited for Blaine to speak.
"That...that video..Kurt-I...Kurt" Blaine breathed and Kurt glanced down at his obviously flustered boyfriend. His uniform shirt hung on him, completely unbuttoned and rumpled and his hair had broken free of its gelled prison, curls melding to his sweat-slicked face. Blaine panted a bit before shaking his head and regaining his composure.
"I just...I really, really liked your video. Just...god, Kurt why do you have to be so far away?" Blaine's voice cracked with emotion as he ran a hand through his hair before continuing.
"And if you think I'm not video chatting you tomorrow...ugh, you don't even know how badly I want you right now. I'm literally going to have to call in sick tomorrow because there is no way I can sit through my classes since you've given me a permanent semi-hard on." Blaine laughed, high and uncomfortable,immediately drawing Kurt's eyes to his crotch...and sure enough.
"Baby, you're the best thing to ever happen to me. I don't even know how I got so lucky with you. I'll see you tomorrow, say seven o'clock. And when you get back...well,lets just say you are never leaving my bedroom again." Kurt shivered at the sentiment and watched as Blaine blew him a kiss and shut off the camera.
Nearly Twenty-four hours later, Kurt found himself in the same position, on the bed, laptop propped up in his lap. He was nervous, anxiously throwing glances at his Skype, waiting for Blaine to get online. Granted it wasn't seven yet, but Kurt could practically feel the tension in his muscles, everything was taut in response to what they knew he was about to do. It was one thing to make that video. He had actually filmed several versions of it before settling on the one he gave to Blaine. This was more like sexual improv class. Before he had more time to regret ever suggesting their wireless rendezvous, he received the call from Blaine. Glancing behind him a the mirror one last time, he took in his appearance. Tonight there was no costuming, no props, just Kurt. He wore a pair of his favorite skinny jeans and a tight gray and cream striped off the shoulder sweater he had bought that day with the girls on the famed Fifth Avenue. Okay so maybe he'd bought it with Blaine in mind, but that didn't make it a costume. There would always be room in his wardrobe for form fitting knee length sweaters. Leaning down, he accepted the call. Blaine popped up on the screen, grin immediately lighting up his face as he caught sight of Kurt.
"Hello beautiful, where have you been all my life?" Kurt shifted slightly as Blaine slowly took in his appearance, eyes drifting down his body in an almost predatory way.
"Taking advantage of Fifth Avenue. I take it you like my new sweater?" Blaine nodded his approval. Kurt took his silence to give Blaine a once over. He had changed out of his uniform and into a simple pair of dark jeans and a dark blue waffled henley shirt obviously from one of those preppy teen stores. But somehow, Kurt could feel himself practically drooling over the teenage stereotype that graced Blaine's figure, hugging him in all the right places. The collar was unbuttoned all the way, stopping at the base of his collar bone. The barest bit of dark chest hair peeked out in a easy masculine way that made Kurt practically swoon at the sight.
"Yes-yes, it's great. I'm getting some amazing shoulder action here." Blaine chuckled nervously, barely able to contain his delight at the sight of his boyfriend's pale shoulder against the soft gray material.
"Mmm, maybe that's not the only action you'll be getting if you play your cards right." Kurt couldn't fathom what made him say that or even the fact that it had come out...dare he say it,
as confident, sexy even. Blaine raised an eyebrow and smiled wider.
"Oh? Is that a promise sir?" He crossed his arms in a casual way that just happened to show off the light ridges of his muscles under the tight fitted sleeves of the henley. God, Kurt wouldn't be able to keep this up for long with Blaine pulling out moves like that on him.
"We'll just have to see. So did you actually call off of school the last couple of days for your 'little problem?'" It was Kurt's turn to strike a stance, settling for a hand on his hip with the other draped gracefully around the back of his neck. But really that was to rub away the faint blush that was creeping up back there rather than seduce his boy. But it seemed to work on both accounts, he noted, as Blaine swallowed thickly before shooting off a response.
"No, but I've been drifting off in all my classes lately just thinking about what I'm going to do to you..." His voice grew thick with desire as he shamelessly eye-fucked Kurt through the lens.
"Really? Do tell, Blaine. Exactly what wicked plans do you have for me?" Kurt crossed his legs and delicately placed his chin in the hand propped up by an arm wrapped around his torso. Your move, Mr. Anderson.
"Well of course you'll get lots of welcome back cuddles. You know how I love to snuggle into your soft skin, breathe the scent of you all around me..." He trailed off, his eyes becoming unfocused for the briefest of seconds. Kurt coughed slightly.
"As sweet and adorable as that image is, it doesn't exactly make me want to mount you, tiger. Think you should get to the point." Blaine blushed, actually blushed at the comment but nodded.
"Alright, alright. No sweetness for my dirty little boy. That's exactly what you've gone and done, huh baby? You've been very naughty, Kurt. Leaving me that delicious video and putting all these dirty thoughts into my head. When I get you back in my arms, I plan on reminding you just exactly who you belong to." Kurt growled in appreciation for the shiver that stole down his spine.
"How're you gonna do that?" Blaine laughed darkly.
"Easy. I'm not gonna let you cum until you beg for it. I'll mercilessly tease you, get you so hard you can't see straight, bring you so close to the edge that you can barely form words let alone those witty retorts you are so proud of. I plan on reducing your vocabulary to four words: Blaine, fuck, more and please." Kurt closed his eyes and attempted to regulate his breathing. His blood began to boil as Blaine continued on his rant.
"I think I'll definitely have to use those handcuffs to keep you in place. There is no way I'm going to allow you to touch yourself. You are mine and I'm the only one allowed to touch you. I'll start with stroking that gorgeous, thick cock of yours until your writhing beneath me. You'll be so close to the edge but I'm just starting. I'll force a few fingers past your soft lips and command you to suck them hard. I know how much you love sucking cock so it shouldn't be too much to ask. As you finish, I'll pull the fingers out and tease your hole, pushing in and fucking you slowly on my fingers. And until you are begging me to claim you, to shove my cock so far up your ass you can't walk straight for days...well until then, you'll be a very horny, frustrated mess of a thing." Kurt groaned and closed his eyes as the familiar sensation of release began to flood his senses.
"I-I've gotta get these off..." He muttered undoing the skinny leather belt lying against his hips.
"Whatever you need, angel. I was actually the one promised some 'epic round two' after all." Blaine's voice carried from the screen as Kurt shucked off his jeans and his underwear at one time.
"Oh-ho, too tired to put on a show for Daddy, baby?" Blaine laughed thickly, eyes fixated on Kurt's throbbing red cock as it sprung free.
"This is the show." Kurt growled, fisting his cock quickly. "Why the fuck are you not naked, Anderson?" He watched in amazement as Blaine practically ripped off his jeans and got his head stuck briefly in his Henley before he was finally naked.
"Oh Blaine, I wish it were you here, touching me like this. I can't wait for you to take me..." Kurt gasped as he wound his fist over the tip of his leaking erection. Blaine moaned in response.
"God, if you keep talking like that I won't last long enough to get inside you."
"No way. I don't care if I have to make you cum four times before we actually get to that point. You're finishing what you started."
"Kuuuurt, 'msoclosebaby."
"Iknowmetoo." After a few more minutes of furious stroking on both ends of the web feed, both boys came within seconds of each other, the name of their love formed soundlessly on their dry lips.
Kurt panted and stared into the camera, reveling in the unadulterated joy of Blaine's post orgasm face.
"Take a picture it'll last longer." Blaine laughed, catching his gaze. Kurt clicked the screen quickly to capture the shot before Blaine moved.
"Don't have to tell me twice." He retorted.
"Shit. I forgot we were on video chat. Anyway you'd delete that?" Blaine laughed as he pulled his shirt back on, to Kurt's great sadness.
"Not a chance. I needed a new screen saver."
"Okay I'm calling that bluff. Mercedes uses your laptop far too often for that."
"Blaine, have you seen yourself lately. I could sell copies of it to snag Marc Jacobs summer line..." Kurt mused, tugging his sweater back into place from where it had ridden up. Blaine dead-panned.
"Kurt..."
"Blaine, baby, I'm messing with you. I'm the only one allowed to see your cum face." Blaine smiled a genuine smile of relief.
"Thanks, I think. I miss you. Ohio kind of sucks a whole lot more when you're not here." Kurt laughed and smiled at the boy on the screen.
"I'm getting back to you as fast as I can, sweetheart. I bought you a beautiful scarf that will bring out your eyes and a pound of raspberry truffle fudge from one of those fancy candy shops here." Blaine grinned.
"You are gonna make me fat, I swear."
"More of you to love, I'm game for that."
"Mmm, well just make sure you bring me back my favorite sugar fix."
"And what's that?"
"You of course."
"You know, I hoped you weren't going there and since you did, I'm seriously considering leaving this sweater here and covering up all swim-suit season." Kurt mock threatened, covering his bare shoulder with his hands. Blaine's face contorted in a panic.
"No no! I'll be good. Please, please keep wearing stuff like that. I need that perfect white skin in my life." Blaine pleaded, getting on his knees in front of the camera and clasping his hands together. "I am not above begging, you know that." Kurt shook his head at the display.
"Blaine, when people asked if you're whipped, what do you tell them?"
"Hell yes I am and I wouldn't have it any other way. Especially cause I get rewarded with soft-core shoulder porn."
"Please tell me you leave out that last part."
"Absolutely...except when I brag about you to Wes and David."
"Blaine!"
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." Kurt glanced down at his screen and saw how late it was getting. With reluctance he wrapped up the call.
"Sweetie, it's late. I'll call you tomorrow after rehearsal?" Blaine nodded in affirmation.
"Right. And I'm picking you up from the airport Sunday afternoon, correct?" It was Kurt's turn to nod. "Sweet. Then I'm getting some afternoon delight come Sunday!" He pumped his fist in the air and Kurt rolled his eyes.
"Depending on how well you behave the next few days will determine if you get to cum Sunday. Love you." Kurt waved into the camera, ignoring Blaine's slack-jawed response and ended the call before he could repeat the words back. Kurt didn't need to hear them to know Blaine was head over heels in love with him.