Thank you so much to everyone reading, and welcome to new followers, I hope you'll enjoy this journey!
I need to give a fair warning about this chapter - I won't up the rating to M, as I don't think it's necessary, and I don't want this story to be that graphic, but still I feel it's only right to warn you about sexual content in this chapter. If you are wary about reading, send me an PM and I can tell you more about what's going on here to help you decide if you should skip the chapter or not. You won't miss anything important for the rest of the plot if you prefer to not read.
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee, but am honoured to play a little with our boys and other beloved characters.
"Do I need to remind you how stupid it was of you to dance today?" Kurt asks seriously, and leans against the doorframe.
"Sebastian is intimidating?" Blaine smiles weakly, trying to look innocent, as he sits down on his bed to carefully remove his shoe and sock from a now swollen ankle.
"Bullshit. You have two thirds of that Council in the palm of your hands, and nobody – including Sebastian – would have objected if you chose to sit out the choreography today."
"I didn't think it would do much harm, it's not as if sidestepping usually is that challenging," Blaine tries to defend himself.
"No, but the jumps and turns and actual choreography Sebastian has planned is more of a strain for a twisted ankle," Kurt sighs, closes the door behind him and steps further inside Blaine's room.
"Are you really mad at me?" he asks softly.
"No," Kurt shakes his head and sits down next to Blaine, "I'm not happy, it annoys me that you won't take better care of your foot. You're acting irresponsible, and it'll only take more time before it heals properly if you continue to strain it."
"But I have you to take care of me," Blaine flirts, peeking up at Kurt through his eyelashes.
"If you really want my care, you'd listened when I told you to sit down, at least after the third time," Kurt scolds, but there's a glimmer in his eyes that makes Blaine know they are all right.
"Bossy," he murmurs, and leans in to kiss Kurt.
"Brat," Kurt whispers against his lips.
Blaine grins and kisses him anyway. They get lost to it for a long time, and Blaine is strongly considering lying down to be more comfortable as he continues to explore Kurt's lips, tongue and mouth.
"Seriously, are you okay?" Kurt breaks them apart, and asks with sincerity glazing his voice.
"I'm fine," Blaine shrugs, which reminds him… "…but if you really want to know, I guess I could be better."
Kurt raises an eyebrow at him, making Blaine smile fondly, because he knows everything Kurt is saying by that simple gesture.
"I'm compensating to avoid putting as much weight on the ankle, and I guess it affects my old injury on the opposite leg," Blaine says, and gestures to his hip. "And it makes me tense, so my back and shoulders may have some knots," he adds, trying to downplay his discomfort.
Kurt simply rolls his eyes at him, and runs a gentle hand over his hip, and it's cunning how Kurt always manages to rest his hand over Blaine's old scar, even though he's only seen it once. It's a comforting touch. And the more Kurt is running his fingers along Blaine's thigh, the more exciting it is. He's squirming, wondering how he can get Kurt to move his hand without having to say right out that he's giving him a boner.
"Do you want a back rub?" Kurt offers while Blaine frantically scans his brain for something innocent and not-rejecting to say.
"That would be great, actually," he smiles relieved. Kurt gestures for him to remove the blazer, and the tie disappears at the same time. His boyfriend sits down behind him, and works his ten fingers on Blaine's lower back. That's where he's felt more tense lately, and Kurt's ministrations are a painful bliss. Blaine groans loudly when Kurt finds a particularly stubborn knot.
"Oh my God, Kurt!" Blaine growls, "that's it, right there!"
He can hear Kurt snicker behind him, and feels the gentle pressure of Kurt briefly resting his head against his shoulder.
"If Santana had heard you know, she'd mentioned your limp," he teases.
Blaine chuckles and leans back to rest against Kurt's chest. Kurt wraps his arms around him, and plants a sweet kiss behind Blaine's ear. Blaine laces their fingers together, and pushes further back, bending his head to the side to encourage Kurt.
Kurt Hummel is really good at taking hints.
Within soon, they do end up with Blaine on his back and Kurt straddling him, thighs pressed against his waist. He unbuttons Blaine's shirt slowly, kissing every newly revealed patch of naked skin with soft, wet lips. Blaine's untucked Kurt's shirt in the back, and is running his hands up and down Kurt's strong shoulders. He's restraining himself from going further, from removing the shirt or revealing more skin. He's letting Kurt set the pace, because Kurt has barriers and limits, and Blaine won't push him.
Blaine chases Kurt's face, until he's got his lips against his again, and with a careful nudge, Kurt easily follows down until his torso is flush against Blaine's half-naked chest and stomach. They kiss and kiss, deeper and more frantically, and Kurt's got his fingers in Blaine's hair.
Time is so not a concept on Blaine's mind, and he focuses on nothing but Kurt. Kurt's lips, Kurt's tongue, Kurt's hands, Kurt's scent, Kurt's sounds. Blaine closes his eyes, and holds Kurt even closer to his body.
"Blaine…" Kurt hisses, trying to get air between their flushed bodies, but Blaine is holding too tight and his brain isn't able to send the right neuron-signals for his arms to ease their grip. "Blaine," Kurt repeats shakily, "I can feel your… you."
"You can feel… My my?" Blaine asks dumbly, scrunching his eyebrows together.
"If you start singing ABBA now, I'm gonna pinch you so hard," Kurt threatens, and Blaine can't help but laugh. His body shakes from how hard he's laughing, and then he feels what Kurt must have been talking about. He's not sure what he should do, though. Pushing Kurt off of him and jumping out of bed seems far too drastic, and Blaine really isn't freaking out over this. But he's worrying Kurt is freaking out, that this is too much too soon.
"You're just really hot, and your lips are dangerous," he explains apologetically, and tries to dig his pelvis further into the mattress instead of shoving it onto Kurt. Not that it helps much, with Kurt still on top of him, and knowing that he isn't the only one affected, is really only making things… harder.
"That's all it took?" Kurt asks disbelievingly, and sits up, butt hovering over Blaine's thighs. It looks strenuous to sit tensed like that.
"My sexy boyfriend undressed me and covered me in kisses and touches. I don't know which teenager could resist that," Blaine shrugs, relieved that Kurt is reacting as calm as he is.
"So you liked this?" Kurt asks, and runs sprawled fingers down from Blaine's clavicle to gather by his bellybutton.
"Yeah!" Blaine almost exclaims, but then he notices the spark in Kurt's eyes, and how he's chewing just a tad too innocently on his lip. Kurt Hummel is being a tease! Embolden by Kurt's tone, Blaine moves his hands to Kurt's thighs, running slowly up and down along the outseam from knee to waist, down to knees and as far back along his calves as possible.
Kurt leans down to kiss him again, all the while exploring uncovered skin with his warm fingers, masterly keeping just on the right side of not tickling. Blaine lets his hands continue their journey along Kurt's long, lean legs, but takes a detour up along his back under Kurt's shirt.
"I don't mind, you know," Blaine gasps when Kurt separates their lips for about two point one seconds to catch his breath.
"Mind what?" Kurt asks confused, and sits up further.
Blaine groans, he'd hoped Kurt would just understand it. But of course his boyfriend isn't a mind reader.
"You don't have to stay up like that. You can… Umm… Rest. On me. If you want," Blaine stutters out, feeling as if his cheeks are matching the piping of their uniforms.
"But then I'll feel you!" Kurt hisses.
"And I don't mind," Blaine says softly, voice and hormones more controlled now, and he brushes a hand along Kurt's jaw. He honestly doesn't mind feeling his boyfriend's body against him, at all. They decided to take things slow back when they had that talk, and getting comfortable with the concept of sex seems like a necessary step. It's not that Blaine sees Kurt as something fragile, virginal who needs to be led by his hand to their bed of consummation. But he wants Kurt to know that it's okay to make out, and he doesn't have to hide how it affects him. Hell, it's not as if Blaine has much more experience, and it gets to him in all the best ways when he sees how Kurt responds to the things he does, the things they do.
"I love you," he says with conviction, and lifts his head to kiss Kurt. Kurt pushes him back down, their lips never separating, and rests his entire body on top of Blaine.
"I love you too," Kurt hums, exhales deeply, and it's as if the breath of air takes him even closer to Blaine's body. He can easily feel him, hard against his thigh, and Blaine's equally attentive.
They kiss and kiss, air not anymore of importance, and boldly Blaine slides his hands from Kurt's shoulders, and doesn't stop until they're resting on his butt. He holds him firmly, and it makes Kurt buck against him, and the friction rips a low moan out of Blaine's throat.
"I'm so sorry," Kurt whispers, peppering his cheek with kisses when Blaine's grip on his ass makes it impossible to separate their bodies.
"Whatever are you sorry for?"
"I just…" Kurt huffs, and folds his hands on Blaine's chest, resting his chin on top of them. "I feel like such a tease, touching you like that and not following it through."
"I really don't mind," Blaine reassures him, and moves his hands to caress the soft skin between Kurt's collar and hair. "I don't expect anything you aren't ready to give, I was there when we talked, remember? I like what we're doing now," he blushes. "It's exciting, it's fun, it's hot as hell."
"But… Doesn't it leave you... Frustrated?" Kurt's blush is matching Blaine's by now.
"Well, yeah, but… That's what masturbation is for," Blaine shrugs, not stopping caressing Kurt's smooth skin right under his ear.
"Oh my God," Kurt mutters breathlessly.
"What? It happens. My boyfriend is gorgeous, what am I supposed to do when he leaves me all hot and bothered because of a little thing called curfew?" Blaine grins.
"So you just…"
"Yes. Is that… Too much? Shouldn't I have said that?"
"No, no, it's fine," Kurt chuckles, slightly embarrassed, "I like that I can do that to you. Makes me feel better about doing the same," he blushes violently.
"Oh good, then I don't have to feel like a creep later when you've left."
Kurt sits up, and they gather their hands, fingers entwined, on Blaine's chest.
"You don't have to wait until I've left, you know," Kurt shrugs. He may be blushing still, but there's also a really appealing confidence growing on him.
"Are you saying…" Blaine takes his time choosing the right words, because he doesn't want to risk offending, misunderstanding or belittling Kurt. The truth is, he's so turned on it hurts, but confidence doesn't increase in proportion with excitement. "Do you want to be here?" Blaine offers softly, running a thumb over Kurt's fingers.
"It's silly," Kurt ducks his head, avoids eye contact.
"No! No, it's hot," Blaine nods. This is actually quite perfect. This is a good step. This is Kurt setting a pace, moving them forward, without having to participate and show vulnerability if he doesn't want to, this is not strange territory which Kurt had explained made him feel awkward and fumbling. Jerking off is pretty straightforward. So maybe…
"Would perhaps you want to? Too?"
Kurt studies Blaine's bellybutton for a moment, before he looks up, meeting Blaine's eyes dead centre.
"Yes."
They shuffle around for a while to figure out the logistics, until Kurt suggests sitting on either end of the bed, faced towards each other. Blaine offers him a pillow to lean against, and they get comfortable, or as comfortable as possible with shy glances and flushed cheeks.
Blaine swiftly unbuckles and unbuttons his pants, and moves everything down midthigh. He leans against the headrest, and even though he is feeling some nerves, he's giddy and excited. Kurt's unzipped his pants, and he really can't see much with shirt and pants covering most of him, but that's okay, he hadn't expected anything like this when he woke up this morning.
He briefly wonders if they should have some countdown, but mentally slaps himself. Instead, he just starts moving his hand, and he does his best to just let go, not let Kurt's presence affect him negatively, but let his boyfriend see and hear, and hopefully enjoy.
Oh God, Blaine is such a performance whore, isn't he?
He laughs silently at himself, but it fades out in a moan, and the expression on Kurt's face? Yeah, it's gonna get him there embarrassingly fast.
He comes with Kurt's name on his lips, and as he descends back to bed and into himself, there's only one thought on his mind. He launches forward, almost trapped in his pants around his knees, and cups Kurt's face with both hands to kiss him thoroughly. He doesn't touch him anywhere else, even if he's straddled his outstretched legs, wary of pushing too far, but he needs to kiss his boyfriend this instant.
He swallows Kurt's moans as he finishes, and they rest their foreheads against each other, panting and grinning.
"I…" Kurt croaks, and clears his voice. "I ruined your shirt," he coughs.
Confused, Blaine inspects his shirt, and finds a darker pattern of splatter on the front of his shirt.
"As if I care about protein stains on my uniform shirt," he shakes his head, quickly peels off his shirt, and leans in to capture one more kiss.
"Now you're getting undressed?" Kurt comments, eyebrows raised. "And I thought I was the one with as much sex knowledge as a baby penguin."
Blaine can't help but laugh at his snarky boyfriend, and fortunately Kurt laughs right with him.
"I love you," he grins, and tugs at him to lay down next to him. Kurt zips up his pants before he acquiesces, and shuffles down to mould himself against Blaine's front.
"I should probably get dressed, huh?" he exhales, feeling boneless and lazy.
"Only if you want to," Kurt shrugs. "I never finished that back rub I offered."
"Mmm, maybe tomorrow, I don't feel tense anymore," Blaine hums.
"No kidding," Kurt snorts.
They rest like that for a long time, until Blaine feels cold, especially between his knees and stomach, so he wiggles to get dressed without having to move, but his boyfriend only laughs at him.
"I didn't think it could be like this," Kurt says when Blaine finally lays down next to him again.
"Like what?"
"It was hot. Good. Nerve wracking. Good," he emphasizes. "But I never expected to laugh and smile this much."
Blaine simply looks at him, trying to convey everything he can't find the proper words to express, about how he wants sex between them to be fun and easy, but also meaningful and important. He doesn't want to drown the light mood with serious talk, so he kisses him instead.
Song mentioned:
ABBA - Waterloo