Something inside of Kurt snapped, and throwing all caution to the wind, he closed the distance between them and pressed his lips firmly to Blaine's. Blaine's eyes shot open as he felt the pressure, and, startled, Kurt pulled away instantly.
"Oh god, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that," Kurt said in embarrassment.
Blaine gazed at him sleepily yet tenderly. "Yes, you should have. I've been wanting to do that ever since I laid eyes on you."
"Really?"
"Seriously, Kurt? My verbal diarrhea and inappropriate fawning over you when you opened your door to me the other night didn't give you a clue?"
"Well, you DID just call out my name in your sleep," Kurt said knowingly.
"I DIDN'T!" Blaine said, horrified.
"You did!"
"Oh my god, I'm so embarrassed."
"Don't be," said Kurt softly, forcing Blaine to look at him. "I really liked it."
"Really?"
"Yeah. And you know what else I really liked?"
"What?"
"This." Kurt gently slid his fingers through the curls on the back of Blaine's head and pulled him in for another kiss.
"Ungh," Blaine groaned. "Fuck, your lips are delicious."
Suddenly, they couldn't get close enough to each other. The cold room beyond the blankets had been all but forgotten; there was nothing but heat surrounding them now. The room soon filled with the sounds of sloppy kisses and muffled moans.
Knowing that Kurt hadn't been with anyone since his boyfriend had passed away, Blaine let Kurt take the lead, not wanting to scare him off. Kurt didn't disappoint – he became almost predatory, rolling Blaine onto his back and practically pouncing on him. Kurt straddled Blaine's legs and sat on his upper thighs. When he leaned over to again capture Blaine's lips in a searing kiss, their groins grew achingly close – close enough to tease, but not close enough to provide any sort of release. Blaine tried to arch his back, lift his ass, do ANYTHING to make just that little bit more contact with Kurt's body, but Kurt's weight had Blaine effectively pinned down.
Blaine felt like he should be panicky – some things had happened in his teenage years that caused him to freak out whenever his range of motion was forcibly restricted – but he wasn't. Something about Kurt made Blaine trust him more than he ever thought he could possibly trust someone who was essentially still a stranger.
Kurt peppered Blaine's jaw, chin, and neck with butterfly kisses and soft nibbles, almost torturing him with kitten licks and finding erogenous zones that Blaine had no idea he had. His eyes drifted shut in pleasure and he threw his head back, exposing the entire length of his neck for Kurt. Seeing Blaine's distraction, Kurt went in for the kill. He fastened his lips right at the juncture of Blaine's neck and shoulder and sucked hard; at the same time, he ground his hips against Blaine's, granting him the friction he had been wordlessly begging for.
Blaine's reaction was instantaneous. "FUCK!" he yelled. His pelvis bucked wildly, nearly toppling Kurt with his strength. "Oh shit, sorry. Come back!" he begged, reaching out with grabby hands to pull Kurt closer.
Kurt chuckled as he allowed Blaine to take his hands, and Blaine yanked him forward, causing him to fall again, this time landing so his entire body covered Blaine's.
Despite Kurt's slender figure, the weight of his body landing against Blaine's momentarily knocked the wind out of both of them. They said nothing for a few moments, allowing themselves to catch their breath, before Blaine grinned. "MUCH better."
Kurt resituated himself carefully on top of Blaine and leaned down to reclaim Blaine's lips. He was done with the teasing, though. As his erection connected with Blaine's, Blaine knew they were about to get down to business.
Kurt let out the most delicious moan Blaine had ever heard as their painfully hard cocks made contact with each other. They had stripped down to their boxers before laying down to sleep earlier, but it wasn't long at all before both men were wishing that even that thin barrier didn't exist anymore.
Just as Blaine was debating whether or not he should just throw all caution to the wind and strip down the rest of the way, and encourage Kurt to do the same, Kurt began rocking his pelvis into Blaine's, and the sensations he was creating was causing Blaine's brain to short circuit. There was officially nothing left on his mind except Kurt, cock, and ohholyshitthisisfuckingamazi ng.
Blaine wrapped his arms and legs around Kurt, ensuring that every possible millimeter of his body was touching Kurt somehow. Kurt's movements were punctuated by many a muffled grunt or not-so-muffled moan.
They moved in unison with each other for a surprisingly long time; Kurt was so turned on by the noises coming out of the man below him that he had thought for sure their time together would've ended by now. My stamina must be improving, he thought.
One particularly hard thrust had Blaine crying out, "STOP!" his voice sounding strangled.
A/N: This was originally just going to be a very long one shot. But then I got to thinking - there were PLENTY of places where I could cut chapters to maximize my readers' frustration, and I liked that idea, because I am an evil bitch. I promise tomorrow is what you were thinking you were going to see today.
