WARNING: Sexual things ahead! Read at your own discretion.
Kurt shifted slightly to see if his suspicions were true.
Blaine moan confirmed them.
'OH MY GOSH! BLAINE IS...HAS...I can't even say it!'
Kurt's mind ran wild at what could happen out of this situation. He though that this moment couldn't become any more awkward, but, of course, he was, oh so, wrong! Apparently, Blaine was really enjoying his dream…
"...nngh, Kurt!"
Blaine was lying on his bed, sweating with a panting boy on top of him. His hands were in Blaine's luscious curls. They were both moaning into the kisses, each one becoming more passionate and desperate than the one before. Kurt pulled away from his lover's lips, slowly moving across his jaw, their stubble rubbing in a surprisingly pleasing fashion.
Blaine whined at the sudden lack of contact on his lips. "Where did yo-" His voice cut off when his throat began to be bitten and sucked. "Oh…Kurt…uhh!" He had been turned in a puddle of mumbling hormones. The younger boy's mouth found its way to the space behind Blaine's ear. He sucked lightly causing the boy beneath him to moan. He took the older boy's earlobe between his lips and gently scraped his teeth against it causing shivers to be sent down his spine. Kurt smiled and whispered in his ear, "like that, do you?" He smirked and to prove himself rightbit down on Blaine's neck.
Kurt felt the boy beneath him start to buck into his hips. He tried to stop himself, but had completely lost control of himself. They met hips again with another thrust causing moans to spill out from their open mouths. Their eyes met as they found a rough, pleasing rhythm.
They thrust against each other needing more and more of the blessed friction not able to get enough.
Blaine's body was mimicking what he was doing in his dream. His erect member was slowly rubbing against Kurt's thigh. 'OH MY GOSH! WHAT SHOULD I DO? This cannot be happening right now...oh, shit!' Kurt thought as he felt himself begin to stiffen. 'No, no, no...this can't be happening! Should I wake him up? How? Maybe push him away a bit? What if he wakes up and sees that I'm...! Oh - !'
He mind was soon made up when Blaine's hand went from resting on Kurt's chest to brush against his half-hard cock and lightly grip it.
"BLAINE," Kurt half moaned/half screamed. The sudden noise woke the sleeping boy with a start, he fell out of the bed taking the younger Warbler with him.
"Oof," they both grunted as they hit the floor. Kurt landed on top of Blaine, confused as to how he got there. He looked at him with an unreadable expression. The older boy looked up at him with chagrin. "Uhh...," Blaine let out, looking down at their bare chests.
"Oh! I'm sorry," Kurt said quickly. He shifted a little in effort to get up when he heard a sharp gasp come from the boy beneath him. Kurt had pressed their hips together while trying to get up accidentally grinding against Blaine. Wide eyes, filled with shock and lust looked up at him. Swiftly, Blaine managed to roll Kurt off him. "I'm...uh... Excuse me for a moment," the black haired boy stuttered as he practically ran to Kurt's bathroom, locking the door behind him.
Realization as to what just happened fell onto Kurt as a huge wave. Going over what had just transpired he couldn't help but let out a laugh to himself. Then, he noticed his own growing situation. 'Oh, gosh! Did Blaine notice that? He must have,' Kurt thought, mortified. He looked at the now closed bathroom door and groaned. Blaine was going to come out and get a full view of Kurt's problem unless he figured something out, quick!
He had never been more thankful for his walk in closet.
Once he locked the door behind himself, Blaine let out the breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding in. The events that had just transpired ran though his mind at top speed. 'Was I really grinding on Kurt? Why didn't he wake me up? Oh no! He felt my hard-on. FAAAN-FUCKING-TASTIC!' His mind was running wild. How could he go out there and face that beautiful angel? He looked down at the tent in his, no Kurt's, sweatpants. 'Well, not like that you can't!'
Blaine quickly removed Kurt's sweatpants to free his now painful erection. Licking his palm, he heard a small laugh come from the other side of the door. 'Why on Earth is he laughing? Is he laughing at me? BLAINE! Focus,' he told himself as he started to pump.
Kurt made his way to his closet to relieve himself. The thought of Blaine jacking-off in his bathroom was driving his now rock solid cock crazy. He shut the door behind himself quietly and collapsed against the wall. He removed his pants so swiftly that it looked as though he hadn't moved at all. His erect member met his stomach with a low smack.
After he had begun working on himself, Kurt heard and felt a thud coming from the other side of the wall followed by low moans and mewling. He thought they were the sexiest things he's ever heard until his own name was groaned out. He tightened his grip on himself and pumped faster until the white mess covered his hand and abs.
Kurt grabbed for something with his other hand that he could use to clean up, finding a t-shirt, he did just that. But to his horror, once he was done, he looked at the soiled rag.
"You've got to be kidding me" Kurt spat under his breath.
Pleasure forcing his legs to give out, Blaine fell against the cool wall behind him, never loosing the rhythm he had built up. He bit his lip as moans started to spill off his tongue, but it was becoming too much. He felt the familiar heat building. He sped up his hand, forgetting about trying to muffle himself. "Kurt...," he moaned without thinking.
Soon he was sliding down the wall, spent. He quickly cleaned himself up and looked in the mirror and sighed.
'How am I supposed to go out there and face Kurt now? This is so awkward! I can't believe I did this to him,' Blaine thought.
Kurt got off the floor in his closet and made his way back to his bed. He sat waiting for Blaine to return. 'Should I say anything about what just happened? No. We are just friends and he doesn't feel that way. Just forget about it. He has enough on his plate right now.' Lost in thought, Kurt didn't notice that Blaine had emerged from his bathroom.
"Woah," Blaine said under his breath. Kurt looked up at him.
"What?"
Blaine motioned to Kurt's chin. "I could never imagine you scruffy before."
The younger boy's hand flew to the stubble on his cheeks and he groaned. How had he forgotten about that!
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