DUDES
I am so freaking sorry
This is the longest I have ever gone without updating. People normally say that real life gets in the way but seriously these past two weeks I probably experienced every emotion possible in the world. That's what teaching practice does to you! I also had a hard time writing some of this chapter and I wanted to get it right, so I hope it is worth the wait. I think it will be...
Thanks once again for sticking around and I promise to never leave it this long between updates again!
Liz xxx
Chapter 11 - The Deed
I tapped my fingers nervously against the steering wheel, glancing at the clock on my dash for about the fifty-millionth time. Two minutes to go. That was if he was on time. I could feel the apprehension mixed with excitement simmering in my stomach, bubbling up occasionally so I would suddenly get a rush of adrenaline and have to calm myself down. I couldn't believe I was doing this. And I couldn't believe we hadn't done it sooner.
Suddenly I saw a figure emerge round the corner of the side road I was parked on – immediately my heart flew into my throat and I struggled to breathe. Fumbling around for the door handle I jumped out and dithered over whether to go over, my feet doing some kind of weird little dance across the tarmac so I flushed crimson, embarrassed. A laugh echoed across the space between us and I looked up. My God I loved that laugh. When Kurt finally reached me he went to say hello but I couldn't wait a second longer – pulling him into a passionate embrace and kissing him deeply. My friend seemed surprised, but quickly joined in, winding his arms round my neck and tilting his head slightly to the side. When we pulled away both of us were grinning.
"Hi." I said sheepishly. Kurt leaned in to kiss me again, mumbling his reply on my lips.
"Hi." We giggled and I couldn't help but feel I was suddenly whole again, the missing piece of me finally restored. "What brought that on?" I brought one of my hands away from my friend's hip to brush away an eyelash on his cheek.
"I dunno. I just missed you." Immediately I was attacked with another kiss and went to respond back, but Kurt suddenly pulled away again.
"Ok we are going to have to get in this car now else we are not going to get anywhere." He had a point. Reluctantly letting my arms fall down I watched him skip round to the passenger seat of the car, marvelling at how graceful he made anything look. I slipped back into my seat and rested my arms against the steering wheel, looking to my right with a stupid grin on my face.
Kurt and I were going away for the weekend. He had planned it all – the place, the hotel everything. The only thing I had contributed, along with my actual presence, was my car and the place I would park it for our secret rendezvous.
"What?" Kurt giggled at me again and I smirked back. I just couldn't help it. I couldn't believe we were here. To say I'd been looking forward to this weekend for quite a while was rather an understatement.
"This is going to be fun." My friend continued, reaching out a hand to take hold of mine and rub the knuckles affectionately. I nodded, my head still resting on the steering wheel.
"Yeah. It is."
"What made you change your mind?"
"About what?"
"About this. Us." I blushed, sitting back in my seat and rubbing my face.
"It was Quinn actually." Kurt looked sceptical.
"Quinn? How?"
"Um…" I could tell he thought he wasn't going to like the answer – he'd never really liked Quinn and liked me hanging out with her even less. He was probably expecting some lurid story with horrific details. I, however was dithering for an entirely different reason. "…We were making out and I was pretending it was you and…um…I kind of screamed for you to fuck me."
My friend's mouth dropped open.
"What." Oh God. This was mortifying. I covered my face with my hands, feeling the heat radiate out and cringing back into my seat. Kurt was still speechless and it was a few seconds later before I could bear to peek out at him between my fingers.
"I'm sorry. That's really embarrassing." I mumbled. His eyes widened.
"Not embarrassing. Not at all." He was speaking in short bursts, almost as if he was trying very hard to contain himself. "Did you really say that?"
"Yeah."
"Wow." Now I could see that my confession was getting positive feedback I took my hands away from my face, uncurling my body from its hunched up position on the seat.
"What did she say?" Kurt asked.
"Oh God. Quinn was just confused. I made up some shit and got the hell out of there." A satisfied smirk spread across his face and I laughed at it, making him look over and realise.
"Sorry."
"No worries." We linked fingers again and stared into each other's eyes, each trying not to laugh.
"So you really want this then?" Kurt asked after a while. I smiled.
"Yup. Pretty sure."
"Me too." Breaking away to start the engine I shifted in my seat and ran my other hand through my hair.
"Pretty sure I tried to grab her dick when we were making out too. But she didn't have one." It was only a passing comment, one I chuckled at as I said it – didn't even bother to look right and see the response. Then suddenly I felt a hand smack against mine.
"Kurt!" The engine stopped, cut dead by the movement. I was a little annoyed, but then I turned and saw his face.
"Say that again." He said, deadly serious. I suddenly felt worried.
"I…um…I tried to, er touch Quinn, well I was pretending it was you so I tried to touch-"
"-You wanted to touch me?"
"I guess so…I er-" Suddenly my friend jerked away, almost to the other side of the car. He let out a little noise of anguish and balled up his fists, smacking them against the seat. Er what.
"Kurt? Kurt are you ok?" I was more than a little confused. In fact he looked in so much pain I wondered if there was something wrong. "What's going-?"
"-You can't just tell me things like that Blaine. Fuck…" I was still baffled, watching my friend writhe around in his seat like he'd just been bitten by some poisonous snake. Had I offended him? Did he not want me to touch him? Because I was pretty sure that was unavoidable with what we had planned.
"Kurt I'm sorry I didn't mean to say it we don't have to talk about it ever agai-"
"-Can we do it?" I paused.
"What?" Kurt finally looked like he wasn't in pain anymore, but was now staring at me with such an intense gaze that I wondered if I'd preferred him before.
"Can you touch me?" Suddenly it all clicked.
Oh.
"Er…" I fumbled over the question – still completely shocked by the forwardness and the way my friend was now looking at me. Totally overcome by lust.
"Let me rephrase that. I need you to touch me. As in 'I think I might explode if you don't'." My mouth gaped open and Kurt let his tongue subconsciously slip out slightly between his lips – the sight of which immediately sent a shiver of desire running straight to my crotch. Holy shit. I don't think I'd ever been propositioned like this in my life. Or had it make me this turned on.
"Y-you want to do it here?" My voice came out shaky and Kurt flicked his gaze to the back seat.
"Why not? Haven't you ever had sex in your car before?" Hah. Now that was something that had definitely happened. My poor automobile was well known for the sexual encounters it had witnessed. But this. This was something new.
"So, do you want to?" Looking back at Kurt I saw how horny he was, how desperate he was, for me. My response was instant.
"Yes. Yes." I'd never even thought about saying no.
Kurt was out of the car in a flash, wrenching open the door to the back seat and jumping in. Once I'd got out and opened my door he was already laid out, waiting for me. Fuck. Crawling in and shutting the door behind me I moved towards him slowly, licking my lips until suddenly a hand grabbed hold of my collar and yanked me forward.
Our lips smashed together, so violently it was almost painful, and then almost instantly I felt Kurt's crotch bucking up into mine. Jesus. He was rock hard. Hearing him moan I pressed us further down into the seat and felt his hands reach round to grab my ass, fingers digging in hard. Noises of my own escaped from my mouth.
"Oh fuck Kurt fuck." My friend still wasn't done, rolling his hips incessantly upwards and I realised we were going to have to progress before I lost control of myself completely.
Breaking apart briefly I heard Kurt moan in sheer desperation, but then looked down for the zipper of his jeans to pull it down swiftly. My friend let out a sigh as he was released, then looked up at me with pleading eyes that had me practically salivating.
"Blaine…Please…" That was it. Throwing myself back down I had my lips sucking hard on Kurt's neck and my hand down his pants in an instant.
It was strange. Obviously I'd never touched another dick before, apart from my own. It felt the same, possibly a little smaller, but I hadn't held it enough to be sure. I was going to let my mind delve into the emotions I was feeling and what they might mean, but then a humungous, sexually charged moan echoed around the car and I was literally lost for words. Grabbing hold of the length I immediately began to move, pretending that I was jerking off myself, but then feeling the response of Kurt underneath me, writhing and bucking with moans spilling out of his lips uncontrollably. It was hard to get the same wrist motion in reverse, but I learnt and adapted as I went and seemed to be doing a good job. Experimenting with my fingernails I ran them down on one tug and immediately felt Kurt's own nails dig into my thigh. A yelp escaped from my lips but it was nothing compared to the sounds he was making. Christ, even I felt I was close now.
"Blaine! Oh Blaine!" I increased my speed, feeling my wrist beginning to cramp but not caring. My eyes closed and I let my head fall back, waiting for the release. Kurt came seconds later – a strange sensation that was warm and unfamiliar but somehow didn't bother me at all. I carried on pumping until he was completely spent, until the sound of my name was only a hoarse whisper and I definitely had sticky pants too.
Once we'd got over our highs I used my other hand to haul myself up. Kurt groaned and I inched my hand out of his pants, for some reason surprised to see it covered in come. I wasn't quite sure what to do with it, glancing around the car for some kind of tissue, but then I just thought 'fuck it' and stuck it in my mouth. Kurt tasted kind of musky.
"Mmn." Glancing down I saw my friend looking up at me, a blissful smile on his face that made me grin back and my heart swell.
"That was…that was something else." I said, still kind of breathless myself. I was suddenly pulled down, my holding arm giving way and sending my chest crashing into Kurt's. He didn't seem to mind, kissing me deeply and sensually so I allowed myself to become wrapped in his aura and when we broke away he kept his lips close to mine.
"Thank you." He whispered. The feeling of his breath tickled me so my nose wrinkled and he kissed that too. "For your first hand job that was definitely top class." I laughed, the sound mingling with his slightly higher chuckle, and then our lips met each others yet again.
An hour after we were actually supposed to depart – Kurt and I left. It had taken us a while to shift the blissful post-sex feeling and it was still very hard to drive with him constantly staring at me and distracting me with his hands. A service station stop was needed to change our clothes (we definitely got a funny look from the gas attendant) but from then on it was pretty plain sailing.
"Where exactly are we going?" I asked after a period of happy silence. Kurt had been directing me on which roads to go down but as driver of the car I felt a little unequipped to be leading.
"Oh, just this place I know."
"In Columbus?" My friend grinned.
"Yeah. It's safer here. For us." I nodded my head in understanding, looking back at the road and thinking about the statement. It was true – this was the first time Kurt and I would be alone together, away from everybody we knew, in public. I'd never experienced anything like that before.
"Well what are we doing then?"
"It's a surprise." I scowled, prompting an adorable little giggle to fill the car and a hand to slip over mine, distracting my thoughts again completely.
When we pulled up in the field I was more than a little confused. I could tell there was some kind of event going on but didn't know what, and why we were also taking part in it too. Once the engine had been cut I immediately looked at Kurt and he blushed.
"So…?" Embarrassment coloured his expression.
"You're gonna think it's stupid."
"No I wont, what is it?" My friend looked at his hands, the side profile of his face strikingly beautiful in the afternoon light.
"There's um…it's a…fair."
"A fair?"
"Yeah."
"We're going to a fair?"
"See, I told you you'd hate it." I quickly swivelled my whole body round so my knees were cramped up against the gear stick and took Kurt's hands in my own, looking into his eyes.
"Kurt. The fair sounds great. Plus I would pretty much go anywhere as long as you were there." I watched the colour in his cheeks darken even further and smiled, leaning over to press and soft, lingering kiss to his lips.
"Let's go."
The fair was great, I hadn't been to one in a while, as generally they were considered too lame to actually go to for fun. Unless I was stealing cuddly toys for the girl I was currently fucking or standing up on the Ferris wheel it just wasn't the place to be seen. With Kurt however, it felt just right. As soon as we left the car he matched his stride to me and I noticed his arm brush lightly against mine – taking the hint I linked our fingers together and saw the beaming smile stretch across his face. We didn't have to worry about anybody seeing us here – in fact it was refreshing to have nobody recognise me at all. I could be anybody I wanted – the real me that only ever got revealed behind closed doors.
We headed straight for the rides – first the hardcore ones that I had to drag Kurt onto with his eyes closed, then the tamer ones where we sat together, bodies always touching. We shared a kiss on top of the Ferris wheel (which I managed to stay seated on this time) and ate lunch cross-legged opposite each other on the grass. It was perfect.
I almost didn't want to leave, but soon the light began to fade and we made our way back to the car to set off for our next destination. I was completely and utterly relaxed – the day having been one of my best in a while – and the fact that I was sharing it with Kurt was even better. He was so…I couldn't describe it. Things felt so right with him.
As we pulled up to the hotel I leant back in my seat, staring out at the stately looking building and smiling. Nice. I turned my head to the side and saw Kurt smiling back.
"Shall we?" As we walked quickly to the entrance I could feel tiredness begin to creep over me so didn't say anything, but still gripped onto his hand tightly. The receptionist greeted us like any other customer – not even a hint of disproval. Once our cases had been unloaded and the winding set of stairs traversed I strode into our room and dropped my things without a care, turning around to eagerly press my lips to Kurt's.
"Mmnph." Obviously not expecting the gesture, my friend took a while to respond, but as I felt his tongue slide to meet mine I exhaled and began to walk us towards the bed. We hit it and I climbed on top of him, but then a few kisses later our mouths were forced apart.
"Hey." I immediately whined in annoyance, craning my neck forward to kiss Kurt again, but he laughed, pushing away my face with the palm of his hand.
"Blaine. Not yet."
"Why not? I want you now." I began to kiss sensually up his neck, letting my hands slide down his chest towards his pants, but once again my advances were resisted.
"We haven't had dinner yet."
"What?"
"Dinner. I made a reservation." My eyebrow rose.
"A real dinner? As in a sit down one?"
"Yes, that's what normally happens." I scowled, giving my friend a light shove as he chuckled, but still tried to process the information. We never normally did things like this. A pizza in the oven or some meal beautifully prepared by Kurt with me grating the cheese and distracting him with kisses was the general order. But I guess this was the only opportunity we had to eat in public.
"Go get changed. Something nice." Kurt pushed me back towards my suitcase and reluctantly I made my way over, picking out a shirt and walking to the bathroom.
When we entered the restaurant I was suddenly nervous. Kurt sensed the tension in my body and squeezed my hands, leading us over to the waiter who showed us to our table. We had a booth, secluded but still in the middle of the space. It felt strange having Kurt sit so far away, but our legs twined under the table and that was enough.
"Shall I give you a moment?" The blonde waiter asked.
"Yes please." I noticed Kurt didn't even blink at the guy – despite the fact he was extremely handsome and looked like he did some serious weightlifting in his spare time. His eyes glanced over him, offering a smile with his reply, but then they went straight back to me. It still didn't stop my bicep curling up subconsciously in jealousy though.
"Are you ok?" My friend asked, pointing at my strangely positioned arm in confusion. I blushed.
"Didn't you find that guy attractive? I mean he's like a head jock." Kurt seemed unphased.
"No. I mean, he wasn't hideous. But I already have my own jock." He smiled, taking hold of my hand and rubbing my knuckles with his fingers. I felt my breath hitch. Wow. I really meant that much to him? That was really something.
"Did you?"
"No. No, definitely not." My friend laughed at my burbling, my face turning an even deeper crimson than before, and then he just stared into my eyes lovingly.
"You don't know how long I've waited for this." The words murmured from his lips, the sound almost unintelligible.
"For what?"
"This. Us together." He signalled to our linked hands and I looked down at the table.
"Really?"
"Yeah. It hasn't exactly been easy…" At this I felt a pang of guilt shoot through my body, making me cringe in pain. All the times I had hurt Kurt, all the cruel and nasty things I had said, let happen to him...
"I am so sor-"
"-But it was worth it." I paused, surprised at the interruption. Kurt looked at me, his gaze suddenly strong and clear, no sense of hesitation. "It was worth it. All of it. For this." For a second I couldn't speak, so wrapped up in my emotions. Then suddenly my friend looked up, smiling.
"Looks like head jock waiter is back." Crap. I hadn't even looked at the menu.
I was completely stuffed. For some reason Kurt hadn't been that hungry so I'd finished off his meal as well as my own. It had been delicious. Head jock waiter had served us well and as we split the bill I knew I wanted more of this. I wanted it all. As we walked back to our room I suddenly wondered what the plans for the evening were. Maybe Kurt had rented a movie, maybe we were going to fall asleep in each other's arms. Or maybe…
"Darn." Just as we were about to enter the threshold my friend turned round, looking annoyed.
"What is it?"
"I left my watch on the table. Could you go and get it for me?" Double darn. I was about to protest, say we'd get it later or even offer to buy a new one, but was suddenly hit with clear blue eyes and knew I couldn't resist.
"Of course." The extra walk would probably give my stomach time to settle anyway. As I left him behind and walked back down the corridor my brain was finally allowed time to think, clear of the beautiful haze that always seemed to surround it whenever Kurt was around.
This had been amazing. The fair, the meal, just the whole day. The strangest part was that, apart from our endeavours in the car before our journey – I hadn't even thought about sex at all. Somehow even the smallest little things, the boring things I never even noticed when I'd been with girls, they were the best with him. I had changed. Not just in my preference for men – in other ways. I was a different person.
I reached the door with watch in hand, reaching to open it but finding it locked. Hmm.
"Kurt?" I wondered if he was in the shower, or maybe getting ready for bed. The faint sound of footsteps made their way to the door and then I heard the lock turning and the door open.
"Hi." The lights were off, something that confused me, but it wasn't completely dark. Kurt was still dressed in his clothes from dinner but he had removed his jacket and bow tie. There was something about the expanse of skin round his neck that was showing that suddenly made me hot under the collar.
"Got the watch." I said, holding up the item next to my face with a grin. Kurt smiled, taking it from me but then placing it on the nearby dresser, not really giving it a proper glance.
"Thanks."
"What's going on?" At this he took hold of my hand, his for some reason trembling slightly. I was led into the room and round the corner, where I suddenly noticed why the room wasn't totally dark. Candles. Everywhere.
"Um…" Kurt began to speak but I could tell her was nervous. Suddenly everything made sense – why he hadn't eaten, leaving the watch, this. This was it.
"I…" I turned round, grabbing hold of his other hand and pulling us closer together.
"Are you ready for this?" I asked. My friend nodded.
"Yes." His eyes were glinting in the candlelight, filled with nerves and fear but intense, intense love.
"Well then I am too."
Slowly our heads moved closer together to allow lips to touch. When they did I sighed, bringing one of my hands up to cradle the back of his head and the other slipping to his back. Kurt let his rest on my waist and I felt the fingers press eagerly into the skin, soft pressure that already set my soul on fire. We kissed like that for a while, getting gradually deeper with each one, and then slowly I let the hand at Kurt's back move to un-tuck his shirt. As the fabric was pulled away my own shirt was loosened too and cold air hit my waistband, making me shiver.
"Mmmn." Eager to progress but also not wanting to take things too fast I brought my hands up to undo the buttons on Kurt's shirt – he went to do then same but his fingers fumbled, making him curse. I used my mouth to cut him off and then did my buttons for him, both our shirts dropping to the floor so our chests pressed together. Every sensor in my body was active, alive with chemistry and desire. Kissing him deeply again I left my hands run down his back, feeling the contours of his skin and then bringing them round once I got back to his waist to undo his belt. Kurt bucked against me at the sensation and I moaned out, unable to control myself. Already we were both hard. It took a while before my brain could steady enough to get back to what I'd been doing but Kurt was already making hasty work of my belt. I knew exactly why he had reacted because just the feeling of his hands so near my crotch was driving me crazy. It was hard not to rip his clothes off in one go, but I had to take it slow. I had to make this special.
Soon my pants were around my ankles. I hurried to catch up, still kissing Kurt ferociously as I did so and then all of a sudden we were just in our underwear. I pulled away for a second to look at my friend – to take in all of him right there in from of me. He was beautiful. I saw eyes staring back, full of love and kindness and nerves, and hooked my fingers into his waistband. Kurt had seen my dick many times before – I hadn't really seen his.
I wasn't quite sure how to proceed so just went with how I normally removed undergarments. Obviously boxers were a little different to panties but I treated them with the same care and then Kurt was naked. Um, wow. There was a dick. Pretty similar to mine – exactly the same as the glances I'd caught during our exploits in the car. And hard. Very hard.
Suddenly I heard a clearing of the throat and realised I'd been staring. My face flushed crimson but Kurt immediately halted this by pulling down my own boxers. We were now completely naked in front of each other. There was no hiding now. Every sexual experience we'd ever had – at the party, in the cupboard, in Kurt's room – that was only the prequel. This was it.
"You are beautiful," a voice said, making my head flash back to reality. Unable to hold myself back any longer I threw myself onto him, crushing our lips together and then letting out one long moan. Oh my God we were touching.
I hit the bed without even realising, Kurt falling on top of me so our dicks smashed together and I cried out again. The sensation was making my head explode so I bucked up, desperate to feel the friction again and Kurt thrust back, both of us mewling and sucking each other's faces off. Shit.
I could have gone on like that forever, dry humping and back scratching until the end of time, but then suddenly my friend pulled away. I gasped in some air after the loss of lip contact but then immediately went to pull him back in. Kurt had to fight and for a second that was even better than the humping before.
"Blaine!" I finally relented, mainly because the sound of his voice so breathless had left me reeling, and he sat up, running his hands through his hair. Fuck I had never wanted someone so much in my life.
"We need to…um, prepare." He said. Oh yes. I'd read about this. Something about fingers and lube. Allowing Kurt to stretch over to the bedside table (and getting a marvellous view of his ass in the process) I watched him open the tube and squeeze something onto his fingers. It looked disgusting, but I figured it would obviously help, so allowed him to lather it on. Once his fingers were coated Kurt looked back at me.
"Are you sure you still want this?" Yes, damn sure.
"Yes."
"It's going to hurt." I know I know just get on with it.
"I know."
"If you want me to stop just-"
"-Kurt get your fingers in me now." My friend blushed, making me realise just how confident I sounded. I wasn't at all. I was the novice in all of this. Maybe it would hurt. Relaxing my body like I remembered it saying Kurt positioned himself and then I felt a finger circling my hole. Oh, ok, that felt good.
"Mmmn." I said, trying to make it clear I was still ok. Kurt took that as the green light and then suddenly his finger was inside.
Fuck.
My whole ass felt like someone had stuck a poker up it. The scream that flew from my lips was unstoppable and Kurt immediately tensed.
"Blaine? Are you ok?" No I wasn't. The pain was coursing through me – unfamiliar pain through a totally unfamiliar experience. Was this what gay sex was really like?
"Blaine shall I stop?" My eyes were screwed up in anguish so I couldn't see his face, but with my teeth grit together I shook my head.
"No." There must be something good from this. Otherwise nobody would ever do it. Kurt still didn't move so I had to make some kind of signal, shifting so the finger moved and I had to jam my teeth down on my lip to stop the scream. Please, just do something.
"Kurt!" Finally there was movement again, slower than before, but still just as painful. God the burning was horrific. It filled me up right to my hair and made me want to break something. If Kurt had ever tried this before now I think I might have murdered him.
"Blaine…" My friend sounded almost on the verge of tears and I suddenly felt a hand on my face, desperately trying to stroke away the wrinkles on my face, prise my eyes open. Please…please…
Then he hit it.
The shout was instant – just as loud as the last one. But this one was different.
"OHMYGOD!" Holy shit what had just happened. It was like the pain had suddenly been hit by a bolt of lightening pleasure. Intense pleasure.
"Blaine?" I opened my eyes to see Kurt looking confused – his poor little face seeming like it was about to crumple.
"Do that again."
"What?"
"What you just did!" Finally he seemed to realise and moved his finger just that little inch forward again.
HOLY SHIT.
"KurtOHMYGOD!" This was it. This was what made guys fuck like rabbits. That tiny little cluster of nerves – what was it called? My prostate? Oh sweet Jesus. Looking back up at Kurt I saw him finally smiling – the sweat was already beginning to drip down my face and I gripped hold of his other hand.
"More." Suddenly there were two fingers inside of me. I howled out in pain again but then straight after there was the intense pleasure. I felt like I was being tossed from heaven to hell – back and fourth relentlessly. Kurt quickened his pace, now beginning to scissor and then there were three and four fingers inside. Surely it couldn't get better than this – did we even need to involve his dick?
"Oh! Oh!" Then just like that they were all gone. I cried out at the loss, my ass suddenly feeling incredibly empty. He couldn't take that away, just when it was getting good!
"Kurt!" My hand flailed around for my friend, desperate to get him back and his fingers inside me again, It was only when I opened my eyes and saw the lube open again that I realised what was happening.
"Blaine." Kurt's eyes almost seemed to be rolling to the back of his head, his hand working his dick ferociously. I was almost worried he would get himself off prematurely so reached out a finger to prod his leg. This made him turn his gaze to me and I felt the same intense lust coarse through me.
"Fuck me." That was it. Kurt was on top of me, kissing me deeper and more wildly than ever before. His lubed hand was running all over me and then I felt my legs being hoisted over his shoulders. Hmm, not the most stately of positions. But right now I was ready to explode if I didn't get something.
"Blaine!" Kurt moaned, almost as if he was too overcome to actually do anything. I gripped hold of his arm, locking eye contact and speaking right from the bottom on my soul.
"Fuck me Kurt."
A dick feels nothing like four fingers.
As soon as I felt it broach the burning was back. I tried to hold off my scream as much as I could but it was hard – Kurt faltered so I literally had to jam my hips into him to get him inside. Oh fuck that hurt.
"MOVE!" I shouted. It was funny how I was taking control when I had no idea what I was doing. I was just trying to get rid of the pain and replace it with the intense pleasure again. My friend moved slowly, painfully so, and then he drew back out.
"You have to…rhythm…"
"Kurt!"
"Fuck you're so tight Blaine. So…tight…" He pushed back in, a little smoother than before and I took in another gasp of air. The intense concentration was making me forget to breathe.
"Blaine…" Then he hit the spot again.
"OH GOD! THERE!" My hands gripped onto Kurt's thighs, almost vice like. I had to steady myself, ride the incredible high that was coursing through me. Holy…
"Blaine!" My friend rocked into me again, now hitting exactly the right spot and I screamed once more. The pleasure was now so intense and constant that the pain didn't register anymore – the burning a faint reminder against the sheer bliss I was encased in now.
A rhythm began to build – thrust, scream, moan, thrust, scream moan. Despite the repetitiveness every hit was different and every cry louder than the last. I was practically writhing around the bed, hands moving to grip every part of Kurt possible. He had his eyes closed and his head thrown back, revealing neck that I just wanted to kiss, to suck on hard and leave a mark that would claim this amazing person as my own. Pretty soon I began to thrust back, pushing his cock in even deeper and completely filling me with exultation. If I died now I wouldn't care. This was heaven.
We seemed to be going at it for hours, the pleasure building constantly, but then I felt my stomach begin to coil. It was coming. My first gay sex orgasm.
"Kurt! I'm close!" I shouted, still unable to keep my voice anything under 90 decibels. He responded emphatically, increasing his pace and force so he was practically ramming into me. I yanked his head in close, pressing our lips together despite the fact we were still moving so I could taste him as I came. It was coming, it was coming…
"OH!" As I released Kurt's name flew from my lips – over and over again until I was well and truly spent. He followed swiftly – hot liquid spurting into me like a different form of the burning and then we were done. My friend collapsed on top of me, all of his energy completely spent. Neither of us were able to speak but we held each other close until the final haze of our orgasms drifted away.
Wow.
I had never experienced anything like it. Sex, sex had always been something trivial to me. Fun, yes, amazing, yes, kinky-as-hell at times. But it had never been like that.
Kurt finally stirred after a few minutes. He was still inside me and as he slipped out I let out a soft moan, the emptiness just as aching as before. Knowing I was now conscious he moved his face to mine and our lips connected in a soft kiss – one I shouldn't even have had the energy for but somehow found.
"That…" He began, but I cut him off. Now wasn't the time for words. Pulling him close I pulled up the covers on the bed, resting my chest against his and feeling his heart still beating above average, letting our deep heady breaths mingle as we both drifted off to sleep.
The light poked through the gap in the curtains, blinding me. I immediately held up my hand, making the covers around me fall back, and then I felt something stir beside me. Looking back I saw Kurt nestled against my frame, his eyes still closed in blissful sleep and his legs entwined with mine. I let the sunlight be and focused my gaze on him, taking in every part. Chestnut brown hair, short and soft to the touch. Smooth porcelain skin, soft cheery red lips. It was hard to believe someone so innocent could even stand to be around me - let alone do what we had done last night. This man, was perfect. And he was mine.
"Morning." Suddenly I heard a voice and realised that Kurt's eyes had opened. For a second I was startled by their clarity – shining pools of blue.
"Hi."
"Did you sleep well?" He smiled, a smile that made my heart melt and I leant in, smiling back.
"Yes." We kissed softly and I savoured the moment, keeping our lips together for as long as possible and pulling them away slowly. As we drew away and stared into each other's eyes I had to force myself to hold in the emotion.
"Me too." I couldn't remember the last time I'd slept in the same bed with someone, especially naked. It just felt so right, and the fact that Kurt was just as happy about it as me was yet another thing I loved about him.
Wait.
Had I…?
"Blaine?" Suddenly Kurt's amazing eyes looked confused, worried. Immediately I leant forward and kissed him again, wanting to sweep the doubt away, but my head was spinning. That thought, that tiny little thought I hadn't even noticed. Just like all the other things I hadn't seen. It had crept up on me, Kurt had crept up and now…
"Kurt."
"Yes Blaine."
"I'm in love with you."
The body beside me froze.
"Did you just…?" I nodded.
"Yes." I almost felt like laughing. This was so ridiculous. I'd spoken the words I'd never ever spoken to anybody else ever before. And I meant them.
"Are you serious?" Kurt had now sat up, his face filled with shock and delight. I nodded my head again, unable to stop the joyful laughter.
"Yes!"
"Oh my God!" Suddenly I was being attacked – kisses all over my face, my nose, my cheeks, my mouth – deep deep kisses on my mouth filled with passion and love and sheer sheer happiness.
"I love you too!" he exclaimed once we'd broken away, holding my face in his hands and struggling to speak. "I've loved you for so long but never thought I could say it and now you OHMYGOD!" I laughed, rubbing my fingers along his cheekbones and holding him close. This wonderful boy that had never given up on me, persevered, gone through so much crap all for the sake of my happiness.
I loved him.