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Author's Note: Wow, I really haven't updated in a long time. My last update was May and it's already the end of July.
Oops...sorry guys and to all my readers.
I've just been busy...very busy...not the busy in bed some of you might think...maybe...I don't know...
Anyway, I hope you guys don't hate my guts. I don't like my guts to be hated.
Warning: RATED M for Gay Sex and Horniness
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CHAPTER TEN:
"COFFEE" AT THE UNIVERSITY
It has been three weeks since Kurt and Blaine met at a bar in New York and had a one night stand with each other. It's been two weeks and four days since they met again at the men's rest room of the university they both study at. And it's been two weeks and four days since they slept with each other and decided to be friends...with benefits.
They constantly texted each other. Whether Kurt was hanging out with Mercedes and Rachel at the mall or Blaine was working at the coffee shop or Kurt was drawing a design or Blaine was reviewing for his tests or Kurt was in class or Blaine was working at the bar. They managed to text each other.
The texts more consist on what they were doing rather personal things about each other. After too much revealing of secrets at the coffee shop, they haven't revealed anything about their past. They still seem to be strangers with each other. Strangers who constantly sleep with each other. But both seem to not mind this. Both actually enjoy it.
In three weeks, it seems like they've done everything that envolves sex. Like that Monday:
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It was about five in the morning. Classes won't be starting till seven. But one Blaine Anderson was again waking up early to study for the test. He slept around midnight and woke up around three in the morning. He's been studying for two hours now, staring at the reviewer he made in his computer screen, he was sitting upright on his bed.
He has already studied the reviewer three times but he has to make sure he has memorized everything so that he could get a perfect score at the test. He always aces his test but he's always nervous before taking it.
Blaine yawned loudly, closing his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose. He then stretched his hands upward and massaged the back of his neck. He closed his laptop and sighed.
I'm going to ace this test. I'm going to ace this test. Blaine chanted in his mind.
Just then, Matt bursted through the door greeting. "What's up, Blainey boy?"
Blaine sighed but he was smiling at his crazy friend. "How many times have I told you not to call me, 'Blainey boy'?
"Uhh..." Matt pretended to think as he sat on the swivel chair. "Ever since I met you?"
"And yet you still call me that."
"Just because you're older than me doesn't mean I can't call you 'Blainey boy'" Matt said matter-of-factly, playing with Blaine's #2 pencil.
"I'm older than you by three years."
"Still old," Matt joked, winking at Blaine.
Blaine laughed as he moved his laptop aside and sat on the edge of his bed. "What are you doing here, Matt?" He asked, sounding curious. His co-janitor usual doesn't barge in around five in the morning.
Matt put his hands behind his head and sighed happily. "I need to tell someone about something." He said, sounding so happy and contended with his life. Blaine knew immediately why.
"Let me guess, you got laid by that red head?" He asked, more of statement than a question.
Matt chuckled. "How'd you know? Do you have telepathic powers now, Mr. Know-it-all?"
Blaine shook his head, smiling. Why does everyone here call me, Mr. Know-it-all? Can't a gay guy be smart? He thought. "You look like you just got laid. You have a glow."
"Men glow after sex?"
"Everyone does after sex."
"Huh," Matt exclaimed, surprised. "Anyway, you're right. She's a gymnast. She was very...flexible." Matt said, emphasizing the last word by wiggling his eyebrow.
"Dude, you do know that I'm not jealous? I like men not women. You can't marvel with pride about sleeping with a chick with a man who likes sleeping with dicks." Blaine said matter-of-factly, getting up of the bed and going to his closet.
Matt groaned. "Thanks a lot man! Way to kill the buzz!" Matt took Blaine's pillow and threw it to him, playfully.
"You should tell you got laid to Kent. He'll be very jealous." Blaine suggested.
"Kent is forty!"
"That's why you should tell him. He'll be jealous because he doesn't get laid anymore." Blaine said, taking a red cardigan and blue jeans from his closet. He went inside his bathroom, leaving the door open.
"Nah," Matt disagreed. "I don't want to make his life more miserable. If I tell him, he might commit suicide." Matt said in a fake sad tone.
Blaine chuckled inside the bathroom, as he pulled off his white shirt and pajamas and put on the cardigan and jeans. "Yeah, I think he will." Blaine agreed, going out of the bathroom and getting the things he needed for the test.
"So Blaine, since I got laid. We can switch now." Matt informed him. His mission was complete. He got laid by the girl he wanted to bang. They can actually switch back to where they were before.
Blaine stopped taking his things and looked at Matt. "Just like that we're switching?" He asked, sounding sad.
"Well I don't like seeing you too tired cleaning my area." Matt said. "Plus, I got laid." He shrugged.
Blaine smiled. "I owe you a thank you." Blaine said happily, remembering he needed to thank Matt. If he and Matt didn't switch, he wouldn't have met Kurt and is now having the time of his sex life.
"Thanks for what?" Matt asked, looking confused. "Telling you I got laid? I thought you play for the other team?"
Blaine chuckled. He went to thump Matt in the head. "Not getting laid, idiot. For switching."
"You hate that we switch."
"Not anymore," The curly man denied.
Matt raised an eyebrow as he eyed Blaine up and down. "You met someone, didn't you?" He asked looking suspicious.
Blaine didn't deny it. "Yeah,"
"Is he hot?"
"You know sometimes, I really do doubt you sexuality." Blaine said teasingly, placing his notes inside his shoulder bag.
Matt threw another pillow at him. "I like chicks not dicks" He said matter-of-factly. "So, you followed my advice? You got laid?" He asked, sounding excited at the fact his friend is finally getting some.
Blaine looked at him, amused. "Do I look like I got laid?"
Matt eyed him up and down again. "Definitely, dude." He agreed, nodding his head. "You don't look that stress even though it's test season right now."
Blaine just smiled. He's friend is right. He is getting laid.
"So how old is he?" Matt asked knowing he's right.
Hell yeah! It's time Blainey gets laid. No man can go two years with no sex. That is pure torture! He thought.
"The same as me, twenty-five but a little younger."
"Is he flexible?" Matt asked looking interested.
Blaine looked at him teasingly. "Again, I'm doubting your sexuality."
Matt rolled his eyes. "Bastard, I'm asking you seriously."
"He is," Blaine answered, can't help but smile. There is a reason why he loves Kurt's legs so much.
Matt stood up and gave Blaine a hard pat on the back. "You hit the jackpot my friend." He said in a congratulations tone.
Blaine just smiled. "Yeah, I know."
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"Come on, Mercedes! Hurry up! We are going to be late!" Kurt Hummel shouted at his best friend who was walking slow. They were late for their classes at the University that afternoon because of Rachel keeping them up all night that they slept through morning. Now, they need to go to do afternoon classes.
"Keep your panties on, white boy." Mercedes snapped playfully as she got closer to Kurt. Her parts are hurting her.
Kurt chuckled at her comment. He leaned over the lockers, with his chin held high and one hand on his hips. His blue polo shirt with a few buttons undone made him look so irresistible and his white tight pants made him look a star with pants painted on. If Mercedes didn't know he was gay, she might have pounced on the countertenor at that moment.
"My my, you look handsome, Kurt." Mercedes commented, eyeing Kurt up and down.
Kurt smiled as he leaned over and kissed Mercedes's cheeks "Thank you,"
Kurt and Mercedes fell into silence as they opened their lockers to get the books they need for their afternoon classes. They both hated afternoon classes since that means they get to go home at night and can't go out. But, they did it for their best friend.
"So, who's the guy?" Mercedes suddenly asked as she placed her book on her messenger bag and closed her locker door.
"What do you mean?" Kurt asked as he looked for his missing book. Where did I put that thing?
"You've been texting a lot lately and it's not me or Rachel so that must somebody. Also, you look more fashionable than ever. Like your trying to impress someone." Mercedes told Kurt what she's observed for the past weeks.
She knew there's a guy behind all of that. There's got to be. Kurt has a different glow to her. A different glow she last saw when Kurt was with that bastard Johnny.
"Eureka!" Kurt exclaimed, completely ignoring Mercedes's question to him as he found what he was looking for. How did that get in there?
"Kurt!" Mercedes shouted, trying to get the glasz-eyed boy's attention. She was successful as he closed his door and looked at her.
"What?"
"Who's the guy?"
"There is no guy," Kurt lied. There was, of course. Blaine. But, he knew she wouldn't like that he was sleeping with his used to be one night stand. She will hate him more once she finds out their sleeping with each other has friends with benefits. She would be ashamed of him.
Mercedes rolled her eyes, clearly not believing her best friend. She has known him for so many year that she knows when he's lying or not. Right now, he was so lying to her.
"I don't believe you,"
"Well, you should." Kurt said as he started walking away from her. Mercedes shook her head as she followed her.
"I can't believe you are lying to me. Me, your best friend."
"Who says I'm lying to you?"
"You,"
"I already told you the truth,"
"And the truth is a lie,"
Kurt rolled his eyes. He knows he can't lie to Mercedes. You cannot lie to Mercedes Jones. She will grill you till you spill out your guts to her, whether you want to or not. She would make a great detective if fashion wasn't so damn appealing.
"Fine, there might be a guy." Kurt finally gave up. But he wouldn't tell who. He just can't.
"Might? Seriously?" Mercedes said smiling at her victory. You cannot lie to Mercedes Jones. She thought.
"There is a guy." Kurt stated as they went down the stairs to the second floor. "He's cute and nice and damn charming for his own good. He works a lot and has barely enough time to breathe. He's funny and a little weird but I like his weirdness." Kurt described Blaine, shaking away the dreamy look he was getting. Where did that came from?
"Have you slept with him?" Mercedes stated more than a question as she linked arms with the countertenor, walking through the second floor hallway.
Yes, many MANY times. Kurt's conscience answered. But Kurt can't tell her. He just can't. He can't tell her."Oh yeah I've slept with him. A lot of times actually. We've have sex everywhere. Did you know his also my one night stand? Did you know we've been having sex on the couch?"
But he can't those thinks. Unless he wants to have a fight with the diva next to her. So, lying helps.
"Nope, he's too busy for that. Plus, we just started seeing each other. I barely know what we are." Kurt faked his tone of sadness.
Mercedes nodded, though not fooled by his friend's act. But she'll let him slide for now. Kurt seems to like this guy a lot. He must be something.
Kurt pulled away from Mercedes's grasp and started to skip through the hall like a girl. "He's really cute, Mercedes."
"I bet, how's his ass?"
Kurt stopped, blushing as he turned to her. "Perfect ass ratio," He said happily, winking at her.
"Eyes?"
Kurt sighed, still skipping. "I get lost into those hazel eyes somehow."
"Lips?"
Kurt looked back at her. "We haven't kissed yet." He lied. He turned his attention to his front just as he heard Mercedes call to him.
"Kurt, look out!"
The young countertenor didn't even hear Mercedes as he felt a bucket of water fell upon him. He felt like he jumped in a swimming pool, except he was at the university and was currently in the whole way.
What the fuck just happened! He thought.
His whole body was wet and his fashionable clothes are ruined.
"Kurt," He heard Mercedes next to him, sounding worried at the same time angry. "You! This your fault!" He heard her said accusingly.
"Holy shit,"
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Blaine Anderson aced his tests naturally, the reviewers helped him big. Almost everything on his reviewer showed on his test. He was the first one to past his test and was also the only one who got all the answers right.
He loved the feeling after his tests. He felt he accomplished something great and life-changing. He is always so happy that all his efforts and hard work paid off in the end and the accomplishment he did gives him the motivation to study harder.
After classes, around the afternoon. The effect of the perfect scores left the curly-haired man as he put on his janitor's suit and carried a bucket full of water to the second floor. It was assigned for him that day to clean the walls of the second floor. He didn't look forward to that. He didn't look forward to that at all.
Matt was nice enough to leave two step-up ladders on the floor. It helped Blaine that he didn't need to go to the basement to get those things.
Blaine positioned the two ladders next to each other, inches against the dirty wall. Then, he climbed one of the ladders while carrying the bucket of water in hand. He placed the bucket of water on top of the other ladder then he stopped.
One more year, Blaine. Just one more year, then you'll never clean another dirty wall again. Blaine thought. He can't say he hates cleaning since it's been his job since he was nineteen but it never became his favorite activity to do. But he can't help but think that he is an educated man yet he is cleaning floors, walls, and toilet. His life is just unfair.
Blaine took the sponge that was hooked on his belt and soaked it in the water. He grabbed the detergent inside his pocket and scrubbed the detergent and sponge together. Afterwards, he slowly scrubbed up and down against the wall.
He didn't know when or what time it was when he heard voices, a woman and a man's, in the second floor. The second floor was for the morning classes and most of the students already left. He was curious to why he heard voices somewhere. And since he was bored, he can't help but listen to their conversation.
"Have you slept with him?" Blaine heard the woman ask.
"Nope, he's too busy for that. Plus, we just started seeing each other. I barely know what we are." He heard the man answer.
Wait a minute. Blaine thought, stopping his scrubbing. I know that voice. I know that angelic voice anywhere. Kurt!
Blaine turned his head slightly. From the corner of his eye, he could see a man and a woman walking with their arms linked, passing through the hallway. He dared to turn his head more to get a better view and his speculations are right. It was Kurt Hummel. And Blaine thought the woman must be Kurt's best friend.
What was her name? Her name is a car...Toyota...Ennova...Austin...Chevrolet...Mercedes! Her name is Mercedes! Blaine thought, proud that he remembered.
He saw Kurt pull away from Mercedes and started to skip. Blaine smiled at Kurt's child like manner. Kurt's usually so adult. "He's really cute, Mercedes." He heard Kurt say.
Who's cute? Blaine found himself asking.
"I bet, how's his ass?" Mercedes asked. Blaine squinted his eyes to get a better view of Kurt and he saw him blushing.
"Perfect ass ratio," He saw Kurt wink at her. Again, Blaine found himself asking. Who has a perfect ass ratio? Who is Kurt talking about?
"Eyes?" He heard Mercedes ask again.
Blaine heard Kurt sigh and saw him still skipping. "I get lost into those hazel eyes somehow."
Wait a minute...I have hazel eyes. I got them from my mother. Is he talking about me? Blaine thought to himself, shaking his head a little. Would you stop asking yourself and get back to work? He scolded himself as he turned his head back to the wall and started scrubbing again, putting a little elbow grease into it.
"Lips?" He heard Mercedes ask.
Blaine stopped scrubbing and waited for Kurt's answer. I wonder what he thinks about my lips.
"We haven't kissed yet." He heard Kurt say.
What!
What the fuck!
We have kissed! We kissed a lot by now! Blaine thought. He mindlessly put down the sponge into the bucket and absentmindedly turned so much that he hit the bucket by accident.
"Kurt, look out!"
By the time he got to his senses, he saw the bucket of water falling. Falling on top of Kurt, drenching him with water.
Uh oh He thought as he slowly climbed down the ladder. I'm dead.
When he put his feet on the ground, Blaine was staring to a very wet Kurt Hummel.
"Kurt," He saw Mercedes right next to him, looking worried. Then he saw her turn to him and look at him with a venomous and what he calls, the bitch glare.
"You! This is your fault!" Mercedes said accusingly.
Holy Shit! Blaine thought in his mind. He didn't realize he said it out loud as well.
"Holy Shit!"
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Kurt slowly opened his eyes, feeling water passing through them. He wiped the water out of his face to get a better look at the one who drenched him with water. His mouth immediately went agape as he saw the man in question.
Blaine? Kurt said to himself, very sure of the man who was being bitch glared by his best friend.
"This is all your fault! Do you know how to do your job?" Mercedes asked accusingly at Blaine, pointing a finger to him and glaring at him.
Blaine didn't want to be put in this situation and he felt that Mercedes was glaring at his soul. But he needed to buck up and be a man, no pun intended. "Ma'am, it was an accident. My hand slipped." Blaine explained shortly, since there was no other explanation to what happened. "I'm so very sorry for what happened and I'm very willing to pay for the damages."
"You bet your white ass that you'll be paying." Mercedes said venomously.
"Mercedes, stop scaring the man." Kurt finally intervened, stepping closer to them. Both turned at the sound of his voice. Kurt and Blaine's eyes met immediately.
"Kurt, I'm so sorry," Blaine said apologetically, meaning it. His hazel eyes saying the same thing.
Kurt nodded, completely understanding. "It's okay, Blaine. It was an accident. You didn't mean to do that."
Mercedes raised an eyebrow at the two. Hold up...why do they know each other? Why does Kurt know a janitor?
"Kurt, why do you know the janitor's name?" Mercedes asked, sounding curious and confused at the same time.
Oh my Gaga I did not just slip! Kurt thought. Shit! Wait a minute, he has a name plate on his chest! That's it!
"He has a name plate on his chest," Kurt answered, pointing at it. Mercedes, unconvinced turned to Blaine who was looking at the floor as it was made of gold.
"How do you know my boy's name?" She asked him, going all diva like.
Blaine lifted his head and looked at Mercedes. "I know him because he once asked me to help him clean up one of his messes in his class." He lied.
Mercedes turned his head to drenched Kurt then to Blaine then to Kurt then to Blaine then to Kurt then to Blaine, still unconvinced that they know each other because of their reasons. They sounded like their friends. Close friends. What am I missing here?
"Mercedes, if you won't mind. I'm going to get myself cleaned up." Kurt said, feeling the coldness of water starting to make him shiver.
"There's a dryer near here, if you won't mind coming with me. I'll show you." Blaine offered, looking guilty for what he did.
Kurt nodded. "Lead the way,"
"Kurt, tell me if he doesn't pay for your clothes. I'll hunt him down and cut him like a bitch." Mercedes said to him but her eyes are looking at Blaine with a glare.
Kurt smiled, loving the fact that her best friend is very protective of him. "Fine, bye Cedes."
"See ya, white boy." She gave one last glare to Blaine before walking away.
Kurt didn't turn his head to Blaine until he was sure that Mercedes was out of sight. Once he was sure, he turned to see a guilty looking Blaine Anderson.
"I'm so sorry, Kurt. I really didn't mean to do that. It was an accident-"
"I know," Kurt said. "I don't hate you, Blaine. I'm pretty used to getting drenched.
Blaine looked at him. "Really?"
"I get slushied every day when I was in high school. That one was much colder and stings harder than a bucket of water."
Blaine sighed. "Still I feel guilty," He said, walking towards the laundry room.
"Don't be," Kurt waved a hand at him as if it was no big deal. "I'm not hurt. Just wet and cold."
"I promise I'll pay for your clothes."
"Don't,"
"I will,"
"Blaine," Kurt said, looking at him straight. "I know how much you work hard to pay for your studies and barely have enough to buy things for yourself. What more for my clothes? I have a taste of a star."
"But there ruined," Blaine pointed out, gesturing at Kurt's clothes with his hand.
Kurt shook his head. "You just need to dry them. Mercedes just likes to scare people."
"But I need to pay you,"
Kurt nodded his head. "And you will," He agreed. "In time, just not with money. I know money is tight with you, Blaine."
Blaine was still not convinced that Kurt didn't want him to pay. His clothes look quite expensive but Kurt was right, he didn't have the money to buy Kurt's clothes. So he simply nodded and mouthed the words. "Thank you,"
Kurt gave him that toothless smile that Blaine loves to see. "Now, where's the dryer?"
Blaine pulled open the door and gestured to Kurt to go in first. Kurt entered the small dark room and found himself looking for the dryer with no light. Blaine went in and turned on the light, which caused Kurt to jump a bit. He immediately saw the dryer he was looking for.
"Where are we, Blaine?" Kurt asked.
"The laundry room," He answered, walking towards the dryer, crouched and started to look for the plug.
"The university has a laundry room?" Kurt asked in amazement. He has been studying at the university for years and only now did he found out about a laundry room in the university.
"Yeah, we use the laundry room to clean the carpets and the rugs." He explained, finally founding the plug to the dryer and plug it in the power socket.
"How did you know there's a laundry room?"
Blaine turned to him. "Kurt, I'm the janitor. I clean the carpets and rugs." He said matter-of-factly.
"Is it okay to use the dryer without permission?" Kurt asked, a little worried that the university will hate them.
Blaine shook his head as he stood up and crossed his arms against his chest. "Nah, I've been using this laundry room for years and never once did they know I've been using it."
"Are you sure?"
"Positive," Blaine reassured Kurt.
"Okay," Blaine saw Kurt's tensioned shoulders release relax a little.
"Well then, what are you waiting for?" Blaine asked him, waiting for him to take off his clothes.
"Waiting for what?" Kurt asked, looking clueless.
Blaine smiled at Kurt's cluelessness. "Your clothes. Take of your clothes, Kurt."
Kurt's eyes widen as he realized what's going to happen. Oh my Gaga, I'll only be in my boxers. I'm at the university and I'm only in my boxers. This is nightmare.
"Uh..."
"Kurt, are you okay?" Blaine asked, watching Kurt's reaction.
"I'll only be in my boxers?"
"Are you boxers wet?"
"No," Kurt wiggled his behind a bit to make sure. "No,"
Blaine nodded. "Then yes, you will only be in your boxers." Blaine can't help but let his eyes wander to Kurt's wet chest. His blue polo shirt was stuck to his skin, making his abs visible.
Kurt then realized another thing. Blaine will see me only in my boxers.
Blaine studied Kurt, who looks like he was having an internal debate in his mind. Kurt looked quite cute to Blaine.
"You'll see me only in my boxers." Kurt pointed out like a child.
Blaine bit his lip, trying to resist laughing at Kurt's child like way but he looked very serious. He pointed out playfully. "Kurt, I've seen you naked a thousand times. Don't tell me, you're still shy around me?"
Kurt sighed, blushing a little bit. "I know you've seen me naked a thousand times, Blaine. But I'm going to be only wearing my boxers while I'm here. What if someone sees me?"
"That impossible, trust me Kurt." Blaine reassured him, walking towards him and looking in the countertenor's ocean eyes.
Kurt stared at Blaine's hazel eyes, remembering what he said earlier.
"I get lost into those hazel eyes somehow."
And he did, he somehow get lost into those beautiful hazel eyes that belong to Blaine. Blaine looked like he was waiting for an answer so Kurt nodded his head awkwardly.
"Take of your clothes,"
"Can you help me?" Kurt asked in a child like voice, as he realized his clothes are stuck to his skin. He saw Blaine gulp in front of him then nod.
It was very awkward for both of them. To Kurt, he was naked while at his campus and to Blaine, his eyes constantly lingering at the skin he is so used to seeing in the three weeks he'd known Kurt.
After minutes of awkward tension between the two, Kurt hugged himself as he felt a breeze coming from somewhere. He watched Blaine as he put his clothes inside the dryer while checking out Blaine's "perfect ass".
Blaine adjusted the timer for about twenty minutes. He looked back and saw Kurt checking him out. He smiled to himself.
"Like what you see?" He joked to Kurt. Kurt shook his head and looked at Blaine with a blush.
"I've seen it enough,"
Blaine leaned over the dryer and crossed his arms against his chest, looking amused. "Wanna see more?" He said, suggestively.
Kurt rolled his eyes. "You really do have a huge ego by now, thinking I want to see you naked."
Blaine raised an eyebrow at him. "Well, don't you?" He asked seductively. "Don't you want me to be naked right now? Cause I can. It's just one zipper away."
Kurt's eyes widen a little; his mouth went a little agape. "Are you suggesting we have sex here in the laundry room? At the university?" Kurt asked, his voice going high. Blaine and Kurt usually have sex in Kurt's apartment but never in a public place.
Blaine smiled at Kurt's high voice and shrugged. "Your choice, maybe in sex I can repay you." Blaine gave the decision making to Kurt.
Say YES SAY YES! Kurt's right side in his mind said to him. A hot man is giving you the choice to sleep with him? What are you standing there for? Attack HIM!
Are you kidding me? Another side of Kurt's mind said. Sex in the university! Do you really want to lose your chance at graduating? Is sex with Blaine worth it?
Yes! The right side said.
NO! The other side said.
YES!
NO!
YES!
NO!
YES!
NO!
Blaine watched Kurt, clearly amused because of his friend's internal debating. He decided to help in the decision making as he grabbed his suit's zipper and slowly pulled it down, revealing Blaine's naked hairy chest.
Kurt's eyes widen more at what he saw.
YES! ATTACK HIM NOW!
Damn that man! Kurt! Stay in control! Say no! Say...oh for the love of God just sleep with the man. No gay guy can resist...
YES!
"You have very tempting offer, Blaine, but are you sure no one will find us here?"
"Positive," He reassured his frightened friend as he took of his suit, revealing his boxers only. Now the two are both naked in one small room. The next thing that happen is high expected.
"Do you have condoms or lube?" Kurt asked, somehow agreeing to this.
Blaine shook his head. "Look Kurt, if we are being honest here. You are the only man I'm sleeping with. So, you have nothing to be afraid off. You, on the other hand, well..." He trailed off, not sure if Kurt's sleeping with another person and shrugging off the pang of jealousy he felt for a second. Where did that came from?
Kurt snorted a laugh. "Seriously Blaine? Do you honestly believe that I have time to sleep with another man? You alone are handful enough for cock."
Blaine couldn't help but smile as he walked fast towards Kurt and grabbed hold of the countertenor's face and sealed him with a kiss. A hungry kiss, to Kurt as he closed his eyes and put both of his hands on the curly haired man's hips.
Blaine let his hands through Kurt's brown hair as he kissed Kurt with need and want and lust. He could taste the coffee the young countertenor had earlier. "You had coffee didn't you?" Blaine asked between kisses. Kurt growled his answer as he licked Blaine's upper and lower lip and bit Blaine's lower lip. He opened his eyes and winked at Blaine, seductively, signaling "take me".
Blaine growled for entrance, kissing Kurt harder. He let go of Kurt's hair and went to Kurt's thighs, pulling them apart as Kurt let his tongue inside his mouth. Their tongues immediately found each other and fought hard. Kurt's hands went to Blaine's curly hair and immediately ran his hands through it. Kurt had a secret fetish for Blaine's hair. He loves that he could ran his hands through that thick mane.
The curly haired man's hands went to Kurt's lower thighs, caressing it, making Kurt groan. He carried the countertenor with ease, without breaking their tongue contact, and wrapped his legs around his waist. Kurt pulled away their lips. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and let Blaine take over.
Blaine let his tongue wander to his favorite spot on Kurt. His neck and the skin below his ears. He loved that neck as Edward Cullen love to suck Bella Swan's neck for blood. He ran his tongue on Kurt's neck, also placing open-mouthed kisses on to that flawless neck. Kurt buried his face on Blaine's shoulder, placing kisses on his shoulder. He continued to run his hands all over Blaine's hair.
Blaine kissed the countertenor's jawline and trailed kisses from there to his shoulder blades, loving the smooth skin of Kurt. Kurt, tired of all the kissing, decided to turn on the curly haired man. He leaned his lips on to the skin below Blaine's ear and licked it causing Blaine to shudder beneath him. Kurt smiled at what effect he has to the man as he leaned his mouth to Blaine's ear.
"Why are you prolonging both of our agonies? Why won't you just take me here? I need you inside me now!" He said seductively, licking the shell.
"Fuck," Blaine said against Kurt's skin. "Now? Just get it over with?"
"I'm late for my classes, Blaine. It needs to be quick..." He trailed off. Kurt blew into Blaine's ear. "And dirty..." He said seductively.
"Damn it, Kurt!" Blaine groaned as he pushed Kurt against the door. "You can't do that, you know that..."
"Your ears are your weakness?" Kurt supplied the last part of the sentence, pulling away to wink and a toothless smile.
Blaine glared at Kurt. "Oh yeah? Prepare to be taken over." He connected his lips to Kurt's. He kissed him a little angrily and possessively. Kurt moaned against the kiss, wrapping his hands on Blaine's neck.
Blaine's expert hands went to the waistband of Kurt's shorts and immediately, his hands went underneath to find the prize. And by prize, he means Kurt's cock. He pulled out Kurt's cock out of his boxers and smiled as he saw it was hard and pre-cum was all over its tip.
He so wants me as well as I want him. Blaine thought with a smirk as he slowly grazed his hand to the cum covered tip.
Kurt unwrapped his legs from Blaine's waist and opened his eyes to see what was taking Blaine so long but he immediately regret it as he saw Blaine slowly bring his cum-covered pointing finger to his mouth and slowly sucking on it. Blaine closed his eyes, knowing the countertenor was watching him, he let himself imagined it was his friend's cock he was sucking on, which immediately made him moan.
"You should be doing that to me." Kurt whispered, staring at Blaine's finger. Blaine chuckled, opening one of his eyes.
"What if I don't want to?" He teased.
"You owe me a brand new polo shirt then."
Blaine, remembering why they were having sex in the first place removed his pointed finger from his delicious mouth and kneeled on his knees in front of Kurt. Without any warning, he gripped on Kurt's hips and took in Kurt's manhood whole in one full second.
The brown haired man, clearly surprised, can't help but swear. "Shit! Blaine!" His hands immediately on Blaine's curly hair. He wrapped his fingers on the wild strands and can't help but pull on them.
Blaine hummed his answer, causing Kurt to moan with the vibrations he felt on his cock. Blaine let his hands caress Kurt's sides as he tried to go deeper, swallowing everything he can. He trailed his tongue on the man's vein under his cock, caressing it even. His teeth grazed on the skin a bit, causing another moan from the Kurt.
"Blaine! Please! Start..." Kurt said between moans. Blaine knew what that mean. The young countertenor had a thing for sucking even if the cum is not there. The curly haired man didn't complain about this little turn on his friend had.
Blaine pushed his friend even further against the door as he started to suck on it. Suck on it like a freaking cherry pop. Suck on it like a Popsicle. Suck on it like his life depended on it.
"Oh Kurt..." He said between sucks.
"Mmhhh..." Kurt replied, his eyes closed from the pleasure he felt. "That! That!"
Kurt could feel his stomach coiling, his legs starting to shake. He felt the cum come fast, his orgasm was coming.
"Blaine! I'm...I'm..."
Kurt's eyes roll back to his brain as he let loose pure white cum onto Blaine's throat. Blaine, who is so used to taking in all the cum, continued to suck like Dracula sucked on blood.
Blaine felt himself hard under his pink boxers. He opened his eyes to see Kurt lose himself from his orgasm, so Blaine took advantage of the situation. He pulled out his mouth quickly from Kurt's cock and re-wrapped Kurt's legs on him. This time, he wrapped them higher, positioning his cock on Kurt's entrance.
Kurt, who was still recovering from his orgasm, felt himself be carried. As he opened his eyes, he shouted from pain as he felt Blaine's cock go inside him. His hands gripped the curly haired man's shoulder, burying his nails on to his shoulders.
"You could have at least filled me in at what you want to do next." Kurt said, half-annoyed, half feeling the pleasure to Blaine.
"I thought you wanted quick and dirty? If this is not quick and dirty, I don't know what is." Blaine said as he started to thrust inside his friend.
"Oh my Gaga!" Kurt threw his head back, hitting the door. Blaine realized he just hit Kurt's prostate. Blaine continued to thrust in that manner, making sure he hit Kurt's prostate per interval.
"Shit!"
"Oh my!"
"Fuck!"
"Stop! Stop! No wait...don't stop! Don't stop! Don't..."
"Right there, Blaine. Just stay there! Stay there..."
After many more moanings and orders from one Kurt Hummel, Blaine thrusted as deep as he can as he felt the familiar sensation of cum passing through his cock. He gripped Kurt's hips so hard, he was very sure he left bruises and mark, as he cummed inside the countertenor. Kurt groaned in pleasure as he felt Blaine's cum inside him.
Blaine fell on his back after he cummed, Kurt on top of him. Both breathing heavily. Blaine closed his, not realizing that he wrapped his arms around Kurt's waist again as if he didn't want to let go. Kurt didn't noticed either. All he noticed was the quick heartbeat of Blaine Anderson, underneath his chin.
"Have I already repaid you?" Blaine asked, his eyes still closed.
Kurt nodded even though the curly haired man can't see him. "Definitely,"
"Can I ask you a question?"
"You're really straight?"
Blaine chuckled. Kurt still can't believe that a man as hot as him could be gay. "Why did you lie to Mercedes earlier about us kissing? Is there something wrong?"
"You were eavesdropping!" Kurt asked, accusingly, lifting his head up from Blaine's chest.
Blaine smiled sheepishly, not denying. "Sort of, still why'd you lie?"
Kurt sighed. "I don't want Mercedes to think I'm sleeping around."
"I thought you said I'm the only guy you sleep with?" Again, Blaine couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Where the hell is that coming from?
"You are. I just don't...want her to think I'm having constant sex with someone."
"Awww..." Blaine said, faking his sadness. "I'm sad that you're not bragging about my awesomeness at fucking you senselessly."
Kurt rolled his eyes as he crawled upward to look at Blaine in the eye. "I like to keep this one a secret." He said, pertaining to their FWB relationship.
"Well then..." Blaine trailed off, rolling over so that he and Kurt switched places. "Let the secrets continue." He said as he once again captured the countertenor's swollen lips.
"Blaine..." Kurt said, half-whining, half-moaning. "I'm late for classes," He reminded the horny man above him.
"You're already late, let's make most of it." Blaine said between kisses.
Kurt shrugged, not caring anymore. He liked the fact that Blaine took over him and makes him feel desirable. He loved Blaine's touch and kisses and cock.
Most of all, he loved his FWB friendship with one Blaine Anderson. He completely forgotten his wet clothes as they ravished each other in that laundry room.
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Author's Note: There you have it folks! The next chapter has officially ended. I'm again sorry for the very late update. So busy lately...but keep reviewing so that I won't forget to update.
Kurt and Blaine are really starting to like each other. When will it become more, tune in next time to find out.
Next Chapter: "Coffee" at the shop
PREVIEW:
Blaine Anderson hated Friday's. Why? He was the only one working on the coffee shop that's why. Friday was always his time to work like a mad man. He takes the orders. He makes the coffee. He listens to the complains of his annoying customer's. And worst of all, he cleans the whole damn shop by himself.
He hates Friday's. Hates them with a burning passion.
Not that Friday though.
Miraculously, it was a slow day at the Lima Bean New York Branch. He didn't know why or if an angel swooped in to rescue him from torture on that day.
Maybe angel was not the word he was looking for as he heard the wind chimes chime at the sound of someone entering the shop. Blaine, who was seating on a chair, his legs up on the counter, looked behind the Vogue magazine he was reading to see a smiling glasz eyed boy staring at him.
Oh yeah this is going to a Friday to remember. He thought as he watched Kurt Hummel walk towards the counter.
What do you think will happen? Thoughts and comments please!
All my love to Klaine and my fellow Klainebows! :)
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