Chapter Eight.
After rearranging the basement so that it was party-safe, all of the group went back up in to the kitchen to prepare nibbles for the party. As Kurt helped Rachel take two bowls of snacks down to the basement and arrange them on the table while the others continued in the kitchen, he saw Rachel looking to him questioningly. "Rachel, what is it, honey?" He asked.
"Ummm... do you, err, do you think Finn will... like it?" She mumbled.
Wrapping his arms around her and pulling her close to his chest, Kurt laughed ad as he said "He'll love it, honey!"
Rachel hugged him back tightly and pulled him down to press a kiss to his cheek.
About ten minutes later, the New Directions arrived, knocking loudly as they laughed. Puck, Artie, Finn and Sam piled through the door after a video game marathon, all hyped up and talking loudly. Mike soon followed through, with Lauren following after (she'd refused to go to the sleep over, saying she always preferred to be classed with the guys). When asked where Rachel was, they told the others that she was still getting ready. At the moment, everyone was spread about the lounge, talking in small huddles.
As the bell rang half an hour later, Kurt made his way to the door only to be attacked by the Warblers as they piled on top of him, hugging him and saying about how they had missed him.
"Guys, please; that's his favourite Armani," Blaine said as he leaned against the wall and watched his friends and boyfriend on the floor. Well, that was one orgy he would most definitely not be missing, he thought. He then went to the pile of boys on the floor, picked out the countertenor and pulled him to his feet, kissing him gently.
"Nice to see you, too," Kurt said as he scrunched his nose slightly, giggling a little. "Warblers!"
A mixture of responses asking what Kurt wanted were hurled at him in a large jumble. When Kurt saw Wes' face pop up in the group, he was confused, but later found out from Blaine that Wes had only been across state seeing his cousins and had driven back the night before, sneaking away to Dalton and rooming with David. And, of course, he'd been all up for going to Rachel's party than he had been for going back to see his family.
"Go meet the New Directions, and don't- Wes! You brought your gavel? Why?" Kurt listened as Blaine whispered in his ear about them not being able to part him from it.
"I don't want Blaine stealing it again," The Asian boy stared pointedly at Kurt, causing a burning blush to appear on his cheeks.
Kurt tried to brush off the comment as he took the Warblers in to the lounge, telling them to drop the alcohol on the kitchen work top first as they passed the kitchen. The New Directions and Warblers then proceeded to mingle before Kurt pulled Finn away from talking to Nick and Jeff, saying that he had a surprise to show him.
Kurt led Finn down the stairs in to the basement, telling him to stop asking questions about the surprise, that it was a surprise for a reason and he would get it soon enough. Kurt flicked on the lights as they got to the bottom of the stairs and watched the shocked expression that appeared on his step-brother's face as he saw Rachel sitting on the edge of the mini stage.
Finn stood and stared at Rachel for a good couple of minutes before going towards the sitting girl and crouching down to pull her in to a passionate kiss.
When they pulled apart, Rachel whispered, just loud enough so that Kurt could hear, "Do you hate it?" and looked down shyly to her feet.
Taking her hands in to his own, Finn bent down so that he was looking her in the eyes as said "I think you look beautiful – I think you always do." He then put a hand to her chin and pulled her lips to his own for a gentle kiss.
That did it. Kurt couldn't contain it any more. Tilting his head slightly, he smiled as he said "Aww, you guys are too cute!"
"Thanks, man," Finn replied, ginning.
Rachel moved her head to beam a brilliant smile at him before telling him to go and get the others down – with booze, she made that part, oh, so clear – because she was getting bored of Finn already. Finn looked hurt before Rachel whispered something to him that Kurt couldn't hear, and then leaned in to kiss him.
And then Kurt saw no more as he headed upstairs to get the others and alcohol, the snacks already down there.
"Never have I ever... ummm... kissed a guy," Wes said as he looked around the room, searching for Blaine and Kurt who were sitting against the wall, and stared at the couple, a grin on his lips. When he heard other groans from around the room, he looked and remembered that there were girls at the party. He'd been thinking that it was one of the usual parties he attended – a Dalton party. And a Dalton party meant all guys, with maybe the occasional guy who was wearing his girlfriend's panties that were left there from when he'd sneaked her in for a nooner during lunch break, and only the vast minority of students that had kissed other guys (well, that he knew would admit it, there were always the ones that had done it but wouldn't say). He laughed lightly to himself, soon to be accompanied by a few other guys in the room, and tried to look at the girls apologetically.
"Nick? Jeff? Puck?" Tina asked, looking around after she'd drunk her shot to see who was re-filling their own glasses.
Three excuses about being drunk came from the directions of the accused.
"Oh! Oh! My turn!" Rachel called, waving her hand in the air. "Never have I ever kissed a girl," she then leaned closer to Finn and whispered – well, what she thought was whispering but was actually more of a stage whisper - "They wouldn't taste as yummy as you."
"Come on, San, drink up!" Brittany urged, poking Santana in the hip.
Kurt raised an eyebrow in the Hispanic's direction, but soon dropped it when he received the bitch glare of the century from her.
As Blaine refilled his shot glass, winking at a giggling Rachel as he did so, he said to Kurt "You never told me."
"Oh, it was Brittany... actually, we 'dated' when I... when I had a 'I want Dad to spend more time with me because I'm jealous of his and Finn's relationship so I'm gonna' pretend to be straight' phase." Kurt took a deep breath after, smiling at his boyfriend.
"That's adorable... and... and... yeah, it's totally awesome, too," he beamed.
Kurt also over-heard Tina explaining to Mike and Mercedes that her audition song was true, she'd experimented in middle school.
After a game of Truths, knowing everyone would spill their secrets whilst tipsy, Kurt learnt that Finn masturbated at least three times daily (though not always because of Rachel, Finn had earned himself a playful – but hard – slap on the arm for that), Puck had gotten two pool-owning moms pregnant, Artie still had the full use of his penis (Brittany had happily vouched for him on that note), Rachel had given Puck a blow-job while the two of them were dating, Santana had lost her virginity with Finn (despite the New Directions all thinking differently, some voicing their opinions and earning looks that held those razor blades Santana claimed to have stashed in her hair), Brittany had the hots for Santana, Mike still couldn't ride a bike, Tina had yet to ride Mike, Mercedes was dating Sam for definite, Lauren walked out on Puck after three minutes in 'Heaven', Blaine was hard over Kurt right at that moment, and Sam got hit on by gays on a regular basis. And Kurt couldn't even remember what the Warblers had said due to the shockingness and the amount of alcohol he'd consumed.
"Oh, let's play spin the bottle!" Brittany said as she threw her shirt in to the corner, letting it join her knee-high socks and shoes. She currently sat in her lacy bra, short shorts and some leg warmers that she wore on her arms, her pinky linked with Santana's own and resting on the Hispanic's thigh.
Everyone instantly agreed, and the two show choir teams were soon sitting in a large circle watching Tina and Thad kiss in the centre.
Kurt span the bottle and crawled forward to kiss Brittany. He giggled afterwards and said "Your lips still taste like, erm... like rootbeer," before crawling back towards Blaine and blowing him a kiss.
By the end of the game, Flint and Mercedes, and Nick and Jeff had kissed pretty intimately twice, Wes had kissed Finn and Rachel, Blaine and Puck had a loud session in the centre of the circle and numerous amounts of saliva were shared between newfound friends and exes.
Kurt swayed with Blaine, his arms draped around the smaller boy's waist as he hummed along to whatever song was on, dropping sloppy kisses on Blaine's face every so often, making the dark haired boy giggle.
"Blaine! Kurt! Blaine! Kurt! Blaine! Kurt!" Two voices yelled in sync.
Kurt turned to see Nick and Jeff staring at them and waiting, "Whaaat? Can' you see I'm dancin' wiv' ma' boyfrien'?" Kurt slurred.
"No. You're, erm, standing and... ummm... huggin'," Nick pointed out.
"We're, like, dancing... and we're, erm, we're amazing!" Suddenly, after a moment's earlier laze, Blaine was enthusiastic and thrashing about, dragging Kurt along to the music, claiming they were 'dancing'.
"Anyways," Jeff interjected, putting a hand on Blaine and Kurt's arms, "come do body shots with us."
The couple nodded and linked fingers, skipping after Nick and Jeff who were heading towards the alcohol.
Nick and Jeff ticked off the things they'd need verbally. Tequila? Check. Lemon wedges? Check. Salt? Check.
After taking their shirts off, (Kurt had insisted, apparently still sober enough to remember that he was wearing that Armani that seemed to be his favourite), Nick said he was going first and licked Jeff's neck, sprinkling salt onto the spot and then placing the lemon wedge, skin-way in, in to Jeff's mouth. He took the shot of Tequila that Blaine had passed to him and downed it after licking away the salt from the blond boy's neck. His mouth quickly shot to Jeff's, sucking hard on the lemon wedge. After, he scrunched his face up tightly before whooping loudly and then declaring that it was Kurt's turn.
Grinning at his boyfriend, Kurt placed his lips to the left side of Blaine's neck and started to suck on the skin, grazing his teeth against it before biting hard and causing the 'victim' to yelp like a puppy that had just had its tail trodden on. After Kurt heard the yelp he felt Blaine clutch his hips tightly and moan lightly. Kurt pulled his mouth away and admired the slowly-showing hickey before sprinkling the salt on Blaine's neck. Taking the salt in an open-mouthed kiss, Kurt grinned before downing the shot and sucking the lemon wedge, soon tapping Blaine's hip to indicate for him to release the citrus fruit. Kurt took the lemon in his teeth and spat it to the floor before wrapping his arms around Blaine's neck and pulling him in for a sloppy, drunken kiss.
Shots were taken like this for a while, the four boys slowly becoming more adventurous as they licked and sucked. Soon, Kurt and Blaine turned around to see Nick laying face-down on the floor, his pants around his knees, as Jeff licked the long trail of salt down his spine and sucked up the Tequila that sat in the hollow at the small of his back, before biting and sucking at the lemon that was wedged tightly between Nick's butt cheeks. The lemon wedge was soon discarded and lay on the floor as Jeff's face remained situated between Nick's cheeks.
"Ugh! Urgh... yeah, right there, baby. That's it, Jeff, you've got it. Now... work that – oh, fuck! - hand before I die, you... sexy bastard! Yeah... right there, right on my cock. Yeah, you know just how I like it,"
Kurt and Blaine saw Nick's loud calls as a cue for them to leave the two to their business.
"Is it me, or was that, like, really fuckin' hot?" Blaine asked as he pressed a kiss to the spot behind Kurt's ear, his hands running up and down his hips and the tops of his thighs. Blaine was pressing Kurt against the wall and now nibbling on his ear lobe.
"Mhmm," Kurt murmured as he hooked his thumbs in to the waistband of Blaine's pants and pushed him off of him and against the wall, his thumbs still between his boyfriend's hips and the denim of his jeans. He then pressed a kiss square on his lips and licked Blaine's bottom lip before the two were letting their tongues dance together. Just as Kurt felt Blaine try to add more to the kiss, he pulled away and started to lead Blaine up the stairs and in to one of the spare rooms like that. Blaine was then once again shoved against the wall and Kurt had started pressing sloppy kisses over his face as he undid the cardigan Blaine wore and pushed it over his shoulders and down his arms, letting it drop to the floor. "Love... you," Kurt mumbled between kisses as he slid Blaine's t-shirt up his chest before pulling away and taking it off over his head. Kurt didn't reattach his lips to Blaine's instantly, like he'd planned to, he instead stood there and took Blaine's chest in, hungrily drinking in the bronze skin, six-pack of abs, strong, toned chest, and the light trail of dark hair that was scattered across his chest and stomach. Then, leaning forward, Kurt proceeded to pepper Blaine's skin with butterfly kisses, stopping the action when he got to Blaine's left nipple. He flicked his tongue over it quickly, hearing Blaine suck in his breath, before licking and then sucking it, soon taking it between his teeth and tugging gently.
"Oooh," Blaine moaned, putting his hands on Kurt's hips and gripping tightly as Kurt gave his nipple more attention before moving to his right one and giving it the same treatment.
Blaine could feel his cock hardening as Kurt moved down to his stomach and started to run his tongue between the muscles, kissing each one after. Wow, Kurt was even hotter when he was drunk, he thought as he let his head fall back against the wall.
"Hey, Blaine," Kurt breathed as he ghosted his lips over Blaine's.
"Yeah, baby?" the shirtless boy replied.
"Did I tell you that... I'm, umm, seventh in line for the... throne?" Blaine raised his eyebrows, trying not to laugh. Kurt nodded his head as he pressed a light kiss to Blaine's lips.
"Well... blow me."
"If you want," Kurt said, his voice low and breathy.
As his mouth dropped open a little, Blaine could swear his cock had heard that, as it twitched in the confines of his tightly fitting pants. "Umm..."Blaine trailed off as his mind screamed Kurt fucking Hummel wants to suck me off!
"Well, the offer still stands, beautiful," Kurt whispered in to his ear before licking down the shell and then sucking the lobe in to his ear, biting on it gently.
"Urgh... yes. Please!"
Kurt grinned before trailing kisses down Blaine's jaw until he got to his neck, stopping to place a hickey high enough and dark enough for the world to see him as the big slut he wished he was. He then carried on down his chest and stomach, down to his waistband. Instead of just pushing the pants down like he knew Blaine wanted, he kissed his way over to Blaine's right hip and bit down hard.
"Ughhh!"
Kurt looked up to Blaine slightly worried as he heard Blaine let out a guttural groan.
"Fuck. Kurt, again!" Blaine moaned, running his fingers through Kurt's hair as Kurt went to his other hip.
He bit down again and started sucking, planning to litter Blaine's body with hickeys tonight. Kurt grinned against Blaine's hip as the dark haired boy let out another loud moan.
After adding another hickey slightly lower down Blaine's hips on either side, Kurt undid the buckle of Blaine's belt before he slid the pants down and hooked his thumbs in to Blaine's boxers, pulling them down and freeing Blaine's throbbing erection. Before he could take any time to admire Blaine, he bit down on Blaine's thigh and left another hickey, doing the same to the other side after. Damn, people would think he had OCD, or something, by the way that the hickeys were symmetrical over Blaine's body. He then kissed his way up Blaine's leg until he was in line with his boyfriend's length, which Kurt had to say was pretty big.
As Kurt stared at his cock, Blaine felt his heart rate increase as he became slightly self-conscious.
Kurt smiled before licking his pinky and running it down the underside of Blaine's cock, along the shaft and then taking the precum on his finger and sucking on it, looking up to Blaine with an innocent look on his face.
Wow, that was so hot, Blaine thought as he looked down to his sinful angel that moved his head closer to his cock. He gasped sharply as Kurt's tongue flicked out against the head of his cock. Kurt did this once more before Blaine begged "Please... please. Just do it." As Kurt slowly started to take him, he felt his stomach flutter as his bare toes – he could have sworn he had arrived in socks and shoes – curled deep in to the shag of the carpet. Kurt's tongue swirled about the underside of his cock, and he could have screamed out so many words if Kurt hadn't hollowed his cheeks and taken most of him before stroking at the last that he couldn't take. It had shocked Blaine in to silence it was so wonderful. While Kurt started to bob his head back and forth, Blaine felt a coiling feeling in the pit of his stomach and said – well, he gasped it out really – "Baby... I'm... I'm gonna' come." Kurt hummed around him as he moaned loudly and came, looking down as Kurt took every drop. Kurt whimpered slightly as he pulled off with a pop and looked up to him through his lashes, smiling lightly before licking his lips.
Kurt stood up and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Kurt couldn't deny how hot it had been giving Blaine a blowjob – the noises he had made. And, wow, how he tasted. God, how good he tasted! He never thought he would have liked to swallow, he had always thought that he would turn out to be a spit sort of person.
"Wow," Blaine breathed against Kurt's lips, "that was so sexy... and amazing. Thank you." Blaine then wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist and kisses him hard. "Do you... want me to...?"
"Oh, God... yes, please." Kurt growled.
"Hey, Klaine! Are you guys willing to turn this sexcapade in to a mini orgy? Nicky and I wanna' have some fun!" Jeff shouted as Blaine was swallowing Kurt's hot cum.
Blaine felt his cheeks burn as Kurt's giggling filled the air. Wow, Nick and Jeff coming in had really sobered him up.
"No... I think... we're about... done now," Kurt said between giggles when he noticed Blaine's silence, and saw his embarrassment on his cheeks. He then put his hands on Blaine's and pulled him up and against his chest, pressing his lips firmly against Blaine's. He didn't care that his pants and boxer-briefs were still around his ankles, he only wanted Blaine to feel less embarrassed. He tasted himself and was, strangely enough, not grossed out. He found Blaine quite attractive for it, actually. As they kissed and Kurt felt Blaine grind himself against his own hips, giving his cock some greatly enjoyed friction, he heard either Nick or Jeff clear their throat and then close the door.
When the boys separated, Blaine whispered against Kurt's lips "I love you."
"The feeling's... mutual," Kurt then pecked his lips gently.
"You know, I've yet to decide what kind of drunk you are."
"Mmm? Why's that, baby?"
"Because you keep changing. Earlier, you were droopy and clingy; then you became all sexy and 'fuck my mouth,' and now you're are crazy and giggly and cute at the same time. So, which are you?"
Kurt pondered this for a moment before saying "I think I'm indescribable."
"I'll say!" Blaine then bent down and pulled Kurt's boxer-briefs up, followed by his pants, placing a light kiss on the head of his cock before he did so.
Kurt felt himself blush as he said "Thank you."
"Any time," Blaine smiled as he grasped Kurt's hand and took him downstairs to get some water before they went back to the room they'd been in and snuggled under the blankets, Kurt playing the big spoon.
As the two lay in bed, Kurt decided that he wasn't tired anymore and nuzzled his face in to Blaine's neck, licking slightly and making Blaine squirm and writhe slightly in his arms before he relaxed back in to Kurt's hold and giggled lightly to himself. As Kurt placed another hickey on Blaine's neck, he felt Blaine's hand move so that it was resting on his boxer-briefs. Blaine then started palming him through the thin material, causing Kurt to roll his eyes back slightly. Kurt smiled and bit harder, making Blaine moan loudly as he continued to palm Kurt under the covers. The brunette tugged on Blaine's neck lightly. This made the boy in his hold growl, and that was what most definitely confirmed Kurt's suspicions about Blaine having a neck fetish – biting of his own more specifically. Kurt kissed the spot before he felt sleep slowly slide over him and heard himself whisper "I love you, Fritzie," in to Blaine's ear and nestle his face deep in to the crook of his boyfriend's neck.
