It's smut time again! I've rushed this one a bit because I'm off out for Halloween dressed as Darren in AVPM! I know you guys will appreciate that. Using my grandma's rollers for an afro look and everything! Hope I pull it off... although obviously if I even look half as good as him that will be quite an achievement.
Anyway hope this is satisfactory!
I'd not thought this through. Here I was inviting Kurt into my house and I hadn't even prepared my room. I think I'd left Scarfy out on the bed, he sleeps with me sometimes, and I was praying he wouldn't turn on my laptop because I'd just changed my desktop wallpaper to that naked picture of Daniel Radcliffe with a horse. I'm still not going to admit I fancy him. I just really like horses.
My mum was there to greet us, surprised to see that I'd actually brought a friend back. She was so excited that she completely over-did it, reeling off an endless list of drinks and snacks, and then asking if we wanted take-out. She swamped Kurt with a handful of leaflets and asked him to read them through.
The most awkward part was introducing him.
"Kurt the... rabbit?" My mum eyed him up suspiciously after I'd told her his name.
"Huh? Oooh! Yeah. Yeah. He's the football rabbit."
Kurt shot me an unmistakable 'what the fuck?' look, and I nodded at him enthusiastically, praying he'd play along.
"Do you get paid Kurt?"
He looked at me desperately and I shook my head.
"Erm... no?"
"But you enjoy it."
"Yes. Yes I do."
We totally got away with it. It was going to take some explaining to Kurt later though. "Oh yeah I had sex dreams about you and shouted out your name, so I pretended to my mum you were a giant white rabbit" might need a little rephrasing.
I turned to Kurt as we approached my room, stopping just outside the door. There was no way I was letting him in before I'd done a quick sweep first.
"Erm... could you just wait here a sex? A sec! I mean a sec..." I mentally face-palmed. One glance at Kurt told me he was just as embarrassed as I was, if not more.
I entered my room scoulding myself and closed the door behind me, hurriedly dashing around the room and putting things away. Scarfy went back in his drawer, my 'ultimate Disney princess DVD collection' got kicked under the bed along with the framed photo of me and Jasmine at Disney on ice, and I neatly placed my precious Harry Potter costume back in my wardrobe. I then collected all my dirty tissues together and shoved them in my cum sock, and quickly smoothed down my bed covers... they needed to look a little inviting.
I opened the door, breathless, and gestured for Kurt to come in.
He wandered around my room looking slightly lost. I don't think either of us were entirely sure what to do next. I mean my next move would usually involve a quick grope of his penis but we'd already established that wasn't appropriate yet.
"So you like football?" He pointed at my nude calendar, eyebrows raised.
"Yeah... football... my er... my dad bought me that."
He looked more than a little shocked and shot me a questionable look. His dad obviously didn't buy him pictures of naked men in compromising positions.
He quickly moved on to the guitar. "You play?"
"Yeah..." He looked impressed. "Pass it here I'll sing you something."
He smiled and sat down on the floor in front of me, his legs crossed like a small child waiting to be entertained.
Guitar in position, I perched on the bed and started singing Mulan's 'I'll make a man out of you.' I hoped he'd get the subtle hint.
I love this song! Not sure why Blaine keeps winking at me in the chorus but I am completely taken by him. How did I get so lucky? Just when I think he can't get any better he whips out his guitar and starts playing the soundtrack to my wedding. Divine!
I was at a loss for words when he finished, like I was falling in love with him all over again. He smiled at me nervously and broke the silence.
"What do you think? I might like upload some stuff on youtube... if it's any good."
"You should definitely do that. I'd watch you all the time!"
Why did I always sound so desperate?
He laughed. "You don't have to do that, you can have your own private performances."
He reached out for my hand and led me round to the bed. I sat down next to him, still in complete awe of him as he placed his guitar neatly on the floor. He was beautiful. Not cute, or pretty, or supermegafoxyawesomehot, although I guess that did describe him uncannily well, but actually beautiful. Like oh my god I cannot breathe beautiful. Like my penis is so hard it could lift the entire cast of The Lion King beautiful. Like take me right here on the bed before I explode beautiful.
I don't know where this came from, I didn't know I had it in me, but before I could stop myself I was quietly (and rather uncertainly) asking him "Could I er... have my own 'private performance' now?"
He narrowed his eyes, his voice becoming deep and sensual, his fingers playing with my hair and stroking it gently behind my ear. "You can have me whenever you like."
I let out a tiny gasp as he moved towards my lips, stopping him as he hovered over them and breathing "You can't have me until you've earned me."
I turned my head away, trying not to grin. His face was a picture! His mouth hanging open in disbelief and his eyes filling with desire. I shimmied up the bed and got myself comfortable, propping myself up against the headboard and waiting for Blaine to make his next move. It didn't take long. He was already crawling over me, his lips drifting close to mine once again.
"I'll do anything." He breathed me in hungrily. "Tell me what you want and it's done."
I pressed my lips against his, kissing him softly, our tongues dancing over each other as he let out little sighs of appreciation.
"That was easy." He whispered between kisses. I could feel him grinning into my mouth. Smug bastard.
Unfortunately my penis was rock solid. It's hard to play the waiting game when your balls are ticking time bombs. I moaned into the kiss in despair, wrapping my arms loosely around his neck and letting my fingertips dance on his skin.
"We haven't even got started yet." I tried to stay in control, make my voice authoritative.
"We'll play this another time..." He breathed. "Right now you need some attention."
His hand glided over my erection, as if he were proving a point. My mind went blank. All I could think about were his fingers stroking me expertly through my jeans.
"How's that?" He questioned, his tongue tracing a line up my jaw, my whole body wanting to give up.
I shook my foot violently to try and distract from the burning that was already developing.
"Ooh" I was lost for words.
"Kurt... those noises... fuck me."
I bit my lip, desperately trying to quieten down. I was more than a little self-conscious. I hadn't realised it but my fingers had drifted under Blaine's shirt, trailing over his well-defined torso and stroking him gently.
"Mmm" he hummed against my ear. "I could do this forever."
Forever? I could manage a few more minutes maybe but even that was pushing it! I whimpered impatiently as his hands continued to tease me.
Blaine began fiddling with my zipper, his fingers shaking as he dragged it open. His breath was still hot on my lips, his kisses soothing my tiny moans.
"Blaaaine..." I whimpered as his hand slid under my boxers. "That's... oooh!"
I let out a tiny yelp as the pad of his thumb caught a sensitive spot, pre-cum being spread tenderly over my tip, making my hips buck involuntarily.
"Ah... aaah!" I squeezed my eyes shut as I felt the heat begin to rise, biting it back and swallowing hard in an attempt to stay focused.
"Bl... Blaine... please..." I was trying to beg him to stop but I think he took it as a sign that I wanted more because his hand began pumping me softly, causing the knots in my stomach to twist even tighter as I tried to hang on for dear life.
He was kneeling over me now, undoing his own zipper with his left hand and somehow managing to pull out his own little problem.
It was all too much for me, the sight of Blaine as he wanked off in front of me, his hand shoved roughly down my pants, the tiny hums of pleasure Blaine made as his eyebrows twisted up in pleasure. I cried out in agony, and came so hard and so fast that Blaine actually jumped in surprise.
"Fuck!" I whimpered as my head tilted back, my whole body shaking as he continued to pump my now hyper-sensitive penis. I had to bat his hand away and curl up into a ball to try and calm my breathing.
"You ok?" Blaine panted from above me, his hand had stopped and he looked genuinely concerned.
A few seconds later I managed a "f-fine" and turned to face him, still breathing heavily. I pulled myself together, trembling from my orgasm, and attempted to smile at him playfully. My hands began to run up the insides of his trousers. "But... you're not."
Blaine let out a deep shaky breath. I pulled myself up so that we were both kneeling, my lips drifting over his skin and occasionally planting tiny wet kisses on appetizing parts.
"Do you need some help?"
Blaine moaned in response and stuttered an "If... if you d-don't mind."
"Lie down..." I whispered. "Quickly."
He didn't need telling twice. I must admit even I was shocked at how well I was keeping it together. I was so nervous my hands were shaking and I could hear my heartbeat above Blaine's tiny appreciative whimpers. My fingers had instinctively grasped his cock and I was squeezing it gently, marvelling at how it throbbed into my palm.
"Holy fuck Kurt..." Blaine whined, trying to push his penis further into my hand to get me started. "Please?"
I began to pump gently, incredibly uncertain about all of my movements. I'd only done this to myself a handful of times... ha! I'm funny.
"Thanks..." Blaine breathed. I hadn't expected him to be so grateful. Did his boyfriend usually ignore him? How could anyone resist Blaine?
As I got more confident I began to speed up, gripping him firmly and watching for his reactions to try and judge what he liked.
"Is this still ok?" I panted, my arm aching.
"Y... yeah..." Blaine struggled to form his words. "Just... just one thing?"
I nodded, eager to rectify whatever I was doing wrong.
"Can you... I mean... would you mind..."
"Sure." I should probably have waited to find out what it was before agreeing to it... I made a mental note for next time.
"...just making some of your... hot... sexy noises... in my... in my ear?"
I could feel myself go bright red, but I'd already said yes, and it was hard to say no in such an intimate situation.
"Erm... I'll try? Might not be any good though..." I quickly added, best cover my back.
I leant in as close as I could without toppling over and began with a simple "oh". I felt like a right idiot. It didn't sound sexy at all. Sexy was my blind spot.
"That's nice..." Blaine whimpered, one hand gripping the sheets, the other trailing over my ass.
I tried again. "Oooh... right there." Right there? I cringed. What the hell Kurt? What the hell are you doing?
"Fuck..." Blaine breathed. "Keep... keep going."
"Ah... ah... ah..." I guess I was trying to make it sound like he was fucking me. His hand was still rubbing my ass, kneading it softly, getting me a little excited. AGAIN.
"Shit..." Blaine panted, his hand squeezed me unexpectedly and I let out a genuine yelp. My hand faltered slightly but I managed to regain my steady pace on his cock.
"Fuck Blaine... you're making me hard." I whispered, letting my tongue glide gently over the soft spot behind his ear.
"Oh fuuuuck." Blaine jerked a little, his knuckles white as he pulled at the sheets.
"If you're quiet I might let you fuck me." I teased, stopping my hand and sliding it up his chest, still balancing expertly on my other arm. "Would you like that?"
He nodded, his eyes screwed shut with pain, my fingers travelling back down towards his pulsing erection.
"You can put it anywhere..."
I guess I got that line from Cruel Intentions. I might not know my porn movies but I definitely know my chick flicks.
As my hand glided softly over his cock he came immediately, caking my fingers with his sticky mess. It took a good minute before there was any sign of life from him, and this is going to sound crazy, but for a few seconds I actually got a little worried I might've killed him.
"Blaine...? Blaine?" I ran my clean fingers over his forehead. He was sweating profusely, his temperature well above average. "Blaine!" I raised my voice a little louder.
"Aha?" His eyes came into focus, staring up at me dreamily.
I smiled. "Just checking..."
"That was... s'like... ohmygod..." He slurred and I couldn't help but laugh.
"And you're ok?"
"I'm like... ohmygod."
I laughed again. "Oook..."
I snuggled up next to him, feeling incredibly pleased with myself. I was obviously a natural. He was still muttering incoherently, completely oblivious to the world.
"Blaine!" His mum's voice suddenly cut through our intimate moment. "Your father's home."
"SHIT!"
Hope it didn't seem too rushed. Fingers crossed someone liked it anyway! Next chapter back to good old fashioned fun... and maybe a bit of smut for good measure?