Wow. I totally need to go to bed. What a long, wild, wonderful few days off it has been! 5 Chapters in 2 days; (It's still my day off here, granted it's 12:30 AM here, but it counts right? I haven't been to sleep yet!) Thanks again to all my readers, especially Stevie, who pestered me with thoughts of smut that I just had to write it tonight. Well, at least it's not paintrollers still!
I've decided I must be Santa Claus. (Santana Claus? Not sure... LOL) I sneak up in the night, post something lovely for you all, and slip away before anyone wakes up! Merry Ficmas, Everyone!
I don't own glee. And I'm going to bed now. Night all!
Oops.. in the first posting I forgot the SMUT warning. Yes, this is smut. No, you don't have to read it. It's not furthering the plot of the story. It's just smut.
Blaine closed the door behind Kurt as he led the other man into the room. Kurt's heart was racing; they had never been alone in Blaine's room before, and he looked around surreptitiously. He noted the small pile of clothes on the floor by the closet, and the full- length mirror hanging on the back of the closet door. The bed was unmade, but Kurt really didn't care at this point. He turned around to look at Blaine, who was standing by the door, his head bowed in sorrow.
"If I had lost them," Came a whispered fear, Blaine's hazel eyes rising from the floor to stare into Kurt's soul. "I would never have forgiven myself," And he slowly walked to Kurt, his feet dragging in the plush carpet. Kurt held out his hand as he pulled the shorter man in for a tight hug.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, his eyes tearing up again, as he spent a few minutes just relaxing and holding on to the man in front of him. As he pulled away, his face passed by Kurt's neck, and like earlier, he stood there and simply sniffed. Kurt's face registered surprise when Blaine pulled away, but he simply pulled the taller man to him more comfortably, and wrapped his arms around his waist.
Leaning his head on Kurt's shoulder, Blaine began moving; softly, gently, swaying back and forth as Kurt moved with him. There was no music, save for the sounds of the city floating in from the open bedroom window. But they were dancing.
Kurt leaned his head on Blaine's, offering comfort, support and love. As Blaine rocked them back and forth, he slowly turned his head up to face the other man, and a smile graced his lips.
"I'm so happy I found you, Kurt," Blaine murmured, his lips a scant few centimetres from Kurt's, and he leaned forward and closed the distance. His lips were warm, and soft and slightly chapped, but Kurt found them to be sweeter than ice cream. Blaine, in turn found Kurt's lips to be soft as a cloud, and more delightful than heaven.
Blaine and Kurt's lips danced, moving softly over each other, first Blaine taking control, then relinquishing it to Kurt. When Kurt sought entrance by licking gently at Blaine's lower lip, he was delighted to be granted access. Kurt's hand reached up, cupping Blaine's cheek tenderly, and he rubbed the stubble he found there.
Blaine moaned into Kurt's mouth when Kurt licked inside, tracing the outline of Blaine's teeth and lips and touching his tongue hesitantly against Blaine's.
Blaine's hand rubbed softly at Kurt's hip, his other hand grasping at Kurt's shoulder, as though the only thing anchoring him to the world was Kurt, and if he didn't hang on, he would float away. His body seemed to be doing things that even he wasn't aware of, as he moaned again when his hips thrust gently against Kurt.
Kurt pulled away gently, his lips pressing a soft kiss to Blaine's cheek as he moved away. Blaine's eyes rolled back to their proper places as he groaned in agony, previously unaware that being away from Kurt physically hurt. Kurt smiled; he knew what Blaine's problem was. There were too many clothes.
Kurt pulled back a bit farther, and began unbuttoning his shirt slowly, watching Blaine for any sign of nervousness.
Blaine on the other hand, was intrigued. Every button undone displayed another stretch of creamy white skin, and he gradually pushed Kurt's hands away in order to do it himself. He added a soft kiss to every part of skin exposed, and when he was finally done, he was almost as turned on by the man writhing beneath him as by the fact that he was kissing Kurt.
His hands parted the delicate fabric of Kurt's shirt. He tucked the ends around Kurt's narrow hips, as he lay kisses all over the other man's hipbones, and down his belly. He stopped just before the top of Kurt's trousers, and looked up into the deep blue eyes of the man before him.
"All right?" He asked softly, looking for any hesitation whatsoever. Blaine wasn't afraid of what they were doing. This was Kurt, and Blaine knew Kurt would never hurt him. But he may have still had some reservations, so Blaine made sure to check with him.
"Are you sure?" Kurt was hesitant; not because he was worried about himself, but because Blaine had never been with another man. He didn't have to do that, Kurt was sure he wouldn't last if he did, but he was willing to let Blaine call the shots tonight. It was all about Blaine.
Blaine licked his lips, as he stared at Kurt's erection through the trousers. He really was a touch nervous; Andrea had never done this to him, and it had been a very long time since he had been touched that intimately. He hoped he remembered how to do it; at least what he remembered from being on the receiving end. Looking up again, into the eyes of the man he loved, he whispered.
"I'm sure,"
Blaine stood, walking Kurt backward to the bed, stopping before he fell onto it. He resumed kissing the taller man, his lips nipping and sucking as his hands slid back down Kurt's chest to his pants. His button was easy to simply flick apart, and the zipper seemed to want to come down by itself. As he eased the fabric apart, his hand brushed over Kurt's stiff cock, and it twitched next to his fingers. The single layer of fabric that was Kurt's boxers was maddening, and Blaine slowly pulled the waistband away from Kurt's skin. He watched as Kurt's blush crept up his neck, loving the way it spread over his cheeks to rest over the bridge of his nose. Kurt's eyes rolled back in his head as Blaine touched him, his breathing laboured as he fought to control his reactions.
Kissing Kurt again, he kept a light hold on Kurt, and he peppered kisses down Kurt's chest. He stopped partway down, and paid special attention to Kurt's nipples, licking and sucking and teasing, making the other man groan in a filthy way. He smiled against Kurt's skin, and continued his downward trek.
As he reached the boxers again, he pulled the waistband away from Kurt's skin, and pulled Kurt's cock from their hiding place. His breath caught as he took in the size and shape of Kurt; he was longer and slightly thinner than Blaine's own. It was amazing, and he slowly licked a swift stripe across the head.
Kurt's knees trembled, and Blaine slowly pushed him onto the bed. He didn't lay back, but instead sat there with Blaine's head in his lap. Kurt dragged his fingers through Blaine's hair, every so often catching on a curl that knotted, but being gentle and yet so demanding.
Blaine had to comply with Kurt's need; it was as physical a force as gravity. Leaning forward, watching Kurt's face, he licked Kurt again, this time starting at the base and slowly dragging his tongue up the underside of Kurt, delighting in the moan that erupted untainted from Kurt's lips.
Kurt's hips twitched, and Blaine grasped one hip with his hand, intent on keeping Kurt seated. It wouldn't do to have Kurt thrust into his mouth and him gag; it would not be a pretty sight.
He wrapped his lips around the head of Kurt's cock, and Kurt whimpered. Blaine made a mental note; Kurt really liked being sucked. Understandable, he thought to himself; Blaine liked it himself. Perhaps some time in the future Kurt could…
Kurt's face was looking down at him in concern, and Blaine wondered why. And then he realised, he had stopped when Kurt had whimpered. Smiling around the mouthful, he leaned down a bit further, his lips covering his teeth as best he could.
Kurt's look of concern turned to one of lust as he hissed, the wet warmth of Blaine's mouth making him wish the only thing in the world that he could ever do was thrust. His heart was racing, his cock was in Blaine's mouth and he was going to…
"Oh G-God, B-Blaine, you have to, have to stop," Kurt panted, pushing Blaine away from his dick and taking deep breaths. Blaine looked upset.
"Did I do it wrong? I'm sorry Kurt, I know I'm new at this," Kurt waved him off with a soft laugh, and replied gently:
"You didn't do I wrong at all, Blaine. If you hadn't stopped, I would have come straight down your throat, and I'm not sure you're ready for that, quite yet," Blaine turned red at the thought: Kurt was right. He didn't think it would be bad, but it would have definitely been a surprise he wouldn't have been ready for. He gulped softly.
Kurt pulled Blaine up off the floor, kissing him deeply, tasting himself on Blaine's lips and tongue. He began pulling at the buttons on Blaine's shirt, undoing the top four before Blaine murmured "Screw it," and pulled the whole thing over his head. They kissed more, and Kurt worked his hand around to Blaine's erection, his hand moving gently against the fabric that separated the two.
Blaine stood, surprising Kurt so much he fell over on the bed, his cock pointing straight up, waiting for Blaine. He looked up in shock, as Blaine yanked open the fly and pulled down the zipper of his trousers, and the pants dropped loudly to the floor, thanks to Blaine's belt. Blaine stood there, in all his glory, as Kurt marvelled at the tanned god before him. Then he noticed.
"No underwear, Blaine?" Kurt squeaked, his eyes wide as he took in the sight before him. "Really?"
"Oh, yes, Kurt," Blaine smiled; his cock had been rubbing against the back of his zipper all night and was super-sensitive because of it. It now stood proudly at attention, jutting out from his hips at a right angle. Kurt licked his lips, and sat back up, reaching for it.
"Nuh uh," Blaine reprimanded, pushing Kurt back down and settling gently on top of the younger man. Kurt's eyes widened as he realised that Blaine was beginning to thrust gently against him.
"No," Kurt murmured, and Blaine slid back, his demeanour changed.
"I'm sorry again, I keep messing this up," His face fell, and Kurt couldn't help feeling bad.
"No, Blaine, you aren't messing anything up. I love you, and you couldn't. Not ever," Blaine's eyes bulged as he realised what Kurt had said: He loved him! "I just want to make this as good for you as it is for me," He added, his voice dropping an octave in his lust. It surprised the hell out of Blaine when Kurt spoke like that; he'd naturally assumed Kurt's voice was higher, never in his wildest dreams had he imagined that Kurt's voice could drop so low.
Blaine nodded, not trusting himself to speak, and he caressed Kurt's side as they lay together.
"Ummm… Lube?" Kurt murmured gently, his eyes darting around the room. Blaine leaned over and pulled out lube and a condom from the drawer beside the bed. Moving back, he realised that Kurt had pulled his legs up, exposing himself in the most vulnerable way possible. Blaine swallowed again, here it was; this was it.
Kurt saw the momentary panic in Blaine's eyes, and quelled his own fear. Blaine was having a hard time; Kurt would have to help him.
"Like this," Kurt murmured softly, taking the lube and spreading it over his own fingers. He reached down and gently teased himself, noting the hitch in Blaine's breath when he touched himself. "Watch, and take notes. You'll be doing this next," Kurt's breathy voice was enough to make Blaine pant, and he watched avidly, feeling a bit like a pervert.
Kurt teased his hole a bit more, sliding one finger just past the first ring of muscle. He was only buried up to the first knuckle, but it had been a while since he'd been touched, and this wasn't the most comfortable of positions. He waited a bit as he loosened up, moving slowly, deliberately, and feeling Blaine's eyes on him, watching every movement.
Kurt entered himself a bit more, his finger buried to the second knuckle, and he hissed softly in response. The pain wasn't too bad, but it definitely stretched him, and he wasn't sure he would be able to keep this up for long, not in this position. He reached out to Blaine, grasping his hand and guiding him to where he was buried.
"Spread the lube on your fingers," He instructed, and Blaine hurried to comply. Once the lube was everywhere, he pulled his finger out, and grabbed two of Blaine's. He slowly allowed Blaine to enter him, hissing again at the stretch and burn, but continued forcing Blaine's fingers in until he was buried all the way inside.
"Now, stretch your fingers apart, gently," Kurt's voice was high, and his face was dotted with perspiration. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he threw his head back as he arched his back in desire.
Blaine did so, very, very gently. He didn't want to risk ruining this moment for Kurt. Blaine barely moved, and Kurt started to get impatient.
"Blaine, dammit, move," He ground out through gritted teeth, his hips writhing against the sheets, his heels digging in to the bed.
Blaine's fingers began moving, thrusting deeply and he remembered something he had heard once. He crooked his fingers and Kurt's eyes flew open, his entire body tense.
"Jesus!"
Blaine smirked softly; that would be the prostate, then. He pulled out, Kurt panting wildly and looking at him with disbelief in his eyes. He spread a bit more lube on his fingers, and re-entered Kurt, this time three fingers causing the burn to be more pronounced. He crooked his fingers again, and Kurt nearly jumped off the bed in surprise and lust.
"B-Blaine, p-please," Kurt stuttered, his round eyes on the man inside of him. "Please, c-can you p-please, I- need y-you, now," His eyes rolled in his head again, and his body twitched, as Blaine lightly slid his middle finger over Kurt's prostate again.
Pulling his fingers from Kurt, he nearly groaned at the loss of the tight wetness; Kurt actually did moan, long and loud.
"Shhhh," Blaine gentled the other man, placing a soft, wet kiss to Kurt's mouth, sucking gently on his tongue. "Let me take care of you,"
He tore open the package, and slid the condom on. It promptly broke. He grunted, softly, and he stroked Kurt's hip as he tried to break the news.
"Kurt, the condom broke," He delivered in a monotone. Kurt's eyes flickered to Blaine's, his lust momentarily dampened.
"Do you have another?" Kurt worried his bottom lip with his teeth; he really needed his completion soon.
"No," Blaine answered, a soft sob accompanying the revelation.
"Take me anyway," Kurt whispered, his voice needy and sweet, and Blaine had never loved the other man more.
He slid over Kurt's body, positioning himself at Kurt's entrance. Kurt lifted his knees, wrapping his legs firmly around Blaine's waist, and Blaine slowly began pushing in.
Blaine had never been inside anything so tight. The heat, the wet, the tightness threatened to make him come faster than a schoolboy with a lapful of exotic dancer. Kurt's muscles clenched him, and he panted from the stretch.
Once Blaine was fully inside he went to move; Kurt grabbed a hold of his shoulders, and stopped him.
"Not yet, p-please… I have t-to get used t-to you…" Kurt's body began relaxing, slowly unclenching, bit by bit, and he smiled softly up at Blaine. "Okay, now you can move. Just g-go slowly, at first," His panting had returned, his head thrown back in ecstasy, his hips bumping softly against Blaine's as they rocked together.
Blaine rocked inside of Kurt, literally feeling every single muscle as he thrust gently into the dark chasm of Kurt. His panting began co-ordinating with Kurts', their breaths mingling together as they inhaled and exhaled as one.
Kissing the man beneath him passionately, his rocked harder, tilting Kurt's hips up using his arms. A gasp ripped through his mouth, uttered by Kurt, and Blaine knew he'd grazed Kurt's prostate again. He redoubled his efforts, turning the man below him into a writhing, moaning mess.
Kurt's eyes flew open, his mouth widened in a silent scream, and he came, hard. The long stripes of come that streaked over his chest were echoed deep inside him by Blaine, as he buried his face in Kurt's neck and came inside the other man. The muscles clenching around Blaine made him glad he couldn't come twice in the same minute; he was hyper-sensitive as it was.
They lay panting together, the rise and fall of their chests moving as one, as they slowed their breathing, and in turn, their heartbeats returned to normal. Blaine pulled himself from his lover's body, Kurt emitting a sharp gasp at the absence.
Worried about Kurt, Blaine slid to the side, his hands roaming over Kurt as though testing to make sure Kurt was really all right.
"Blaine, I'm fine," Kurt giggled softly. "Blaine, you're tickling me!" He laughed, as Blaine continued wiggling his fingers around Kurt's overly sensitive body.
Blaine smiled gently down at the man beside him, his arms slowly encircling Kurt as he pressed himself close to the man he had just made love to.
Kurt's eyes were slowly drooping shut, but he knew he had to get them cleaned up, before he fell asleep. But his arms weren't lifting him off the bed. His legs weren't carrying him to he washroom for a clean cloth to wash up. He drifted off, his mind floating somewhere that wasn't quite with the man snuggled up next to him.
Blaine smiled down at Kurt, not surprised to see the younger man drifting off to sleep in his arms. He cuddled him close, his head resting against Kurt's chest, simply listening to his heartbeat. He could feel Kurt's lungs filling with air every time Kurt took a breath. He could see the rush of blood as it passed through the pulse point at Kurt's neck. He could taste the salty skin beneath his lips, and he kissed Kurt's chest, one last time before he fell asleep, to the sound of Kurt's breathing.