A/N: Thanks for all the love from the last chapter, guys. It was really nice to hear. It was vaguely based off a real-life incident that happened to me in when I was in HS, so I'll have to remember to mentally thank said gentlemen for the inspiration. :)
Before I get into the piece, I have to ask a question about Asian F. For those that have seen it... did anyone else think it was a little silly that Blaine was mysteriously absent from McKinley.. even though he goes there.. and is in Glee club.. yet wasn't there for half the meetings... or, you know, class. Yeah yeah yeah.. Darren was finishing up filming Imogene when they filmed this episode, blah blah. But come on, he's a high school kid! I don't mind seeing Brittany change outfits in the middle of a scene magically without explanation, or even watch Blaine's age decrease by the second (okay, I do mind this), but for some reason it seems really outlandish to me that he wouldn't be at school at all. Thoughts? Then again, he magically kept ditching class at Dalton to go visit Kurt during half of season 2, so I don't really know what I should be expecting. ;)
Sorry. That was long. Onto what you came here for!
Okay, so this one really requires your suspension of disbelief. It's really, REALLY unrealistic and very OOC for both of them, well, more like OOC for anyone their age with their experience level. But it's smutty. And it's fun. And I had to post it considering we're all dying at this point for some Klaine-lovin'. So... far... until... Nov... 8th...
Hope you enjoy!
Oh my God, did I need a shower. I'd just spent the past 2 hours helping Mercedes run through a particularly fast-paced New Directions number, and I was now sweaty, exhausted, and in desperate need of some relaxing, hot-water-induced bliss.
Showering in an all boys dorm was particularly tricky. It was usually a good idea to pick a strange showering time if you wanted to avoid getting some really nasty towel snaps. Plus, things were a little more peaceful when there weren't 3 other guys yelling at you to hurry up because they were in a hurry. Sure, I was a particularly slow showerer, but I preferred to think of myself as leisurely rather than dawdling.
Waltzing into the communal bathroom at 3:45, I expected the place to be deserted. You can imagine my surprise, then, when I heard the water running. Walking back to where the showers were, I noted a black towel slung on the hook next to the center stall. It wasn't a towel I recognized, and I briefly wondered who would be showering at this time of day besides me. That's when I heard it.
It was soft at first, and muffled by the flowering water, but definitely there, definitely present. A moan. Not the I'm-particularly-irritated kind of moan, or the my-stomach-hurts kind either. No, this was none other than a pleasured, I've-got-my-hand-around-my-dick kind of moan. Someone was jerking off in there. The moan repeated, this time louder, fuller, more desperate sounding. And it sounded... beautiful. I stood there, frozen to the spot, and listened to the noises continue. The sounds were... fuck. They were sexy. There was no doubt about it. I had no idea who was jerking off in the shower, or why, but I couldn't stop listening to them, and I felt my own arousal begin to take form as the voice in the shower continued to emit low, breathy, growly moans.
At this point I felt like the biggest pervert on the planet, standing there getting off to someone else's private moment, but I really really really needed to shower, and I didn't want to retreat and lose the sounds either. So I did what was totally stupid and totally uncalled for. A normal person would have quietly retreated out of the room and come back in a half-hour. A normal person would have, sure. But apparently I was not a normal person. What did I do? I crept towards the shower, tip-toeing silently, and slowly climbed into the stall directly next to the mystery masturbator. Now I could hear his moaning more clearly, and I had the strangest and most alarming urge to call out to him, to find out who he was. Jesus, it could have been Wes or David or even fucking Jeff or something, and then I would be totally weirded out, but a tiny part of me wondered if it was the one person who I had imagined in this very position time and time again. Taking a deep breath, I decided that it was time to alert him of my presence, so I turned the water on.
Instantly the moaning stopped and I heard a faint "Oh shit..." coming next to me.
And then I knew it was him. The minute the words left his lips, I knew it was Blaine. Holy fucking shit, I had just heard Blaine masturbating. Oh my god, Blaine makes the hottest noises imaginable when he gets off. Christ. I felt like I was going to pass out, and he hasn't even said anything yet.
"Fucking hell, I didn't know there was anybody else in here. Wow, this is awkward. Sorry you had to uhh... hear that. It was just one of those desperate moments, you know? Okay, I'm gonna stop talking now..." he rambled off, and it was so adorable that I giggled out loud. That's when I heard him gasp. I think he knew it was me, just from my laugh.
Suddenly, I stopped being afraid. My brain completely let go of all my fear and just said "Fuck it. Go for it. What have you got to lose?" So I did.
"Feel free to continue, Blaine. I quite enjoyed listening," I spoke firmly, a sultry tone I'd never used before falling from my lips with ease.
"K..Kurt?" he stuttered out, sounding even more flustered than before.
"Yes, it's me. And you sound fucking gorgeous when you moan like that."
The minute the words left my lips I regretted them. Oh Jesus, did I really just say that? Fuck, that was pushing things way too far. We weren't even dating. Holy shit, he isn't saying anything. Did I totally weird him out? Yeah, I totally freaked him out. I was about to utter words of apology when it happened.
One minute I was forming a phrase in my head, something along the lines of "sorry that was so overly forward" and the next minute I was pushed back against the shower wall, a very naked and very wet Blaine attacking my mouth with his.
Sweet mother of god could the man kiss. His lips sent my whole body trembling and shaking, every part of me waking up and wanting him and needing him. He lips moved everywhere - across my lips, my chin, my jaw, my neck, up towards my ear, back down towards my collar bone - his tongue tracing steaming lines as it went. I bit my lip and moaned, pulling him closer to me, grabbing his ass from behind and pushing his body flush up against me. For a moment he pulled away and halted, finally looking into my eyes. I'd never seen him wear such a lustful, hungry expression before. It was so intense and so sexy that I moaned audibly at just the expression alone. I could feel his cock pressed against the crook of my upper thigh, and I wanted to die it felt so good pressed there.
"Fuck," he moaned as he began attacking my lips again, pulling away briefly to let each word escape, "Too fast. Way too fucking fast."
"Yeah.." I managed to growl out in response, "fucking... fast" I let the word "fucking" linger there just a bit before I added the next word, and it entirely changed the meaning of the phrase.
And he got the gist. Boy did he get the gist. Pulling away again just slightly, he looked into my eyes and looked for confirmation. I nodded briefly, begging him to continue, begging him not to stop.
"Please... Please..." I didn't even know what I was begging for, but I needed something from him, I needed more of him. I needed all of him.
Reaching down between our bodies, I shoved him away from me, groaning at the loss of contact and dying for him to be near me as quickly as possible. He looked alarmed at first, like maybe I was pushing him away to end things, but the look on my face must have let him know that I had no intention of stopping him, for his eyes filled back up with that same lustiness from earlier. I had to say something. I had to make sure we were on the same page, that we were going the same places.
"Blaine.. I don't know what's going on here, but I want you. I want you to fuck me. Right here. Right now." I couldn't believe the boldness of my words. Never in my life had I been so forward, but I felt desperate at this point, completely and utterly desperate for him, to feel him filling me up.
He didn't say anything at all, but stared at me, unblinking, for what felt like a solid minute. Finally, he stepped towards me, this time slowly, carefully, before reaching to pick up the bottle of conditioner from behind me.
Every movement of his was deliberate and planned as he unscrewed the conditioner bottle and squirted a liberal amount onto two of his fingers. I couldn't tell you what I was feeling as I watched him move closer to me, watched his hand move downwards towards me.
Then I felt it, like lightening dancing across my skin, as two of his fingers traced swift circles around my opening before pressing inside slowly.
"Fuck," I moaned out as my breathing hitched instantly, my teeth clamping down onto my lower lip fiercely. "Oh my god that feels so fucking good.."
He still didn't say a word, his eyes speaking volumes as they bore into mine. They looked reverent, floored.
Then he found my prostate, and I think I exploded. My heart, mind, and body exploded into him and latched onto him and I wanted to die it felt so good, just die in his arms, die with him pressed into me in this most intimate way.
"Now, Blaine.." I begged, "Please. I need to feel you."
Finally he spoke, the words tumbling from his lips easily, like he'd already said them a hundred times before.
"I love you"
The words shook me to my core and completely flabbergasted me. Those were the last words I expected him to speak at that moment, yet at the same time, they made perfect sense. That reverent look in his eyes from before, that heated expression he had when he first saw me in the shower, they were looks of love. Love in different forms, maybe, but love nonetheless.
Wordlessly, I pulled him towards me, pressed my back firmly against the wall, wrapped my legs around his waist, and pulled him into me in one, smooth stroke.
"I love you, too." The words left my lips the moment we were united.
For a moment we didn't move, just soaked up the intensity of the new connection between us, before he eventually began rocking in and out of me. Slowly. Ever so slowly. Every movement he made sent tremendous waves of ecstasy pouring through my veins, sent my mind spiraling out of control and my heart bursting and my body reeling.
"I love you," I said again, needing to hear the words one more time.
"I love you.. I love you.. I love you.. I love you, " he repeated back to me, saying it over and over again with each thrust.
I felt like I wanted to laugh and scream and sob all at once, my entire being flooded with more emotion than I'd ever felt in my entire life combined, all of it flowing through me in that brief, intense moment. And before I knew it, we were both coming together, riding out our orgasms in simultaneous waves.
Eventually, we both came back down to earth, as I felt my knees begin to ache and my back begin to spasm just slightly from being pressed so firmly against the wall behind me. That's when reality began to sink back in, and I began to freak out just a little. I just had sex with Blaine. Sure, it was amazing, fantastic, wonderful, stupendous sex with Blaine, but that didn't change the fact that I had just HAD SEX with Blaine. Holy. Fucking. Shit. What just happened?
"What just happened?" I heard him ask, seeming to read my mind.
"I have no idea. I think you just fucked the living daylights out of me, but I've had a lot of fantasies that happen the same way, so I might be dreaming all of this..."
"Well, I was there. So I don't think you were dreaming..." he trailed off, running his hands through his hair.
"That's good... because it was kind of amazing. And I really hope that I'm not dreaming."
"You're not dreaming, love. I'm here," he spoke again, coming closer to me and wrapping his arms around me.
"Did you mean it?" I had to ask.
"Every word, Kurt. Every time. Always."
I buried my face into his neck and felt tears begin to flow, tears that I wasn't even embarrassed to shed, tears that had been built up by this startling, surprising, extraordinary, and beautiful act that had just occurred between us. He just held onto me and ran his fingers through my hair softly, his other hand tracing circles into my lower back.
"I know," was all he said as he kissed my temple, "I know."