Author's Note: Hey guuuuuuuys. I can not apologize enough for how long I've been gone, but I have a really good explanation.
I was in a car accident...my car was totaled...and I might have gone to the hospital...blah blah blah. Soooo yeah. SUPER fun. -_-
Sorry it took so long for this chapter to come out. The painkillers they gave me literally turned my mind to mush and I couldn't write or read or think for a while.
Anyway, I love all you guys who fave, follow, and review. Updates are gonna be scattered because I got car shit to deal with. But I send you all extra love, huggles, and an extra long chapter to tide y'all over until I get some stuff sorted out.
Enjoy!
Song explanation:
Blaine (Bold)
(Red Team Warblers) (Parentheses/Bold)
Kurt (Italics/Bold)
(Blue Team Warblers) (Italics/Parentheses/Bold)
Hope you like it and it makes sense! Let me know if it doesn't!
*WARNING* Some light smut in the chapter. Nothing major (yet), just handjobs and clothed frottage.
Again, no beta. All mistakes are my own.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, nothing, nothing. No profit made etc. See Chapter 1 for more elaborate disclaimer.
~C.J.
(Chapter 36)
Kurt gave a slow smile as he watched his boyfriend and the upperclassmen Warblers set up in the middle of Thad's spacious living room. He found himself perched on a pushed aside couch armrest next to where Jeff and Nick were amicably discussing their upcoming performance. Kurt wasn't paying very much attention to them. He only had eyes for his boyfriend tonight. Blaine spun on his heels after he was done talking to Wes to face the gathering crowd around them, eyes taking on a mischievous glint when they landed on Kurt. Then Blaine winks at him before falling back in line with his strategically placed teammates.
Game on.
"ALL RIGHT! IS EVERYBODY READY FOR THE FIRST PERFORMANCE OF THE NIGHT?!" Thad announced loudly, standing up on a dining chair he brought from a different room. His head was the only one poking out of the crowd that formed around the waiting Warblers. The Crawford girls yelled excitedly along with the other Dalton boys, some sounding more intoxicated than others. "THEN LET'S PUT OUR HANDS TOGETHER FOR THE REIGNING CHAMPIONS, OUR UPPERCLASSMEN—and Blaine—THEEEEE RED TEAM!"
The drunken excitement got louder. The living room lights started flickering on and off in a disorienting fashion, and the stereo system blasting pop music suddenly cut off. Another upperclassman shoved through the crowd and folded into the neatly lined up Warblers, an unseen boy shouted, "Track 7!"
Once the music started, the partygoers grew quiet.
Their heads started bobbing to the beat, Blaine even closing his eyes as he listened to the music, while a few of the other Warblers with the deeper voices began with some vocal percussions. Then others in the group broke out with some harmonizing.
(OoooOoooh)
Sugar
Oh.
Sugar
OH.
(Oooh)
Mmm...ooh
Kurt sits up a bit straighter on the armrest, excitement and intrigue sparkling in his glasz eyes. He knew exactly which song this was.
She sits alone, waiting for suggestions
He's so nervous, avoiding all her questions
His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding
Don't you just know exactly what they're thinking?
Blaine opened his eyes and began to sing the lyrics. He pointed to a random girl in the crowd, not missing the way she swooned at the gesture, and then slicked his palms back on the sides of his gelled hair. At the appropriate times, he softly banged a fist against his heart, acting out the story the song told.
If you want my body and you think I'm sexy
Come on, sugar, let me know
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me
Come on, honey, tell me so
Tell me so, baby!
Kurt tried to stay composed, swallowing thickly as his boyfriend went from being overly theatrical with the song to thrusting his hips and trailing a middle finger down the center of his polo-covered torso.
Stay cool stay cool. Don't let him see you sweat.
(OoooOoooh)
Blaine mentally huffed at Kurt's cool features, figuring he's going to have to kick it up a notch. Heh. Fine with him.
He's acting shy, looking for an answer
Aw come on, honey, let's spend the night together
Now hold on a minute, before we go much further
Give me a dime, so I can phone my mother
They catch a cab to his high-rise apartment
At last he can tell her, exactly what his heart meant
It was a good thing Kurt was already a bit flushed from being tipsy, because if he hadn't been, Blaine would have seen his porcelain skin blush pink at the hazel-eyed boy sauntering up to him. Blaine's face was now inches from his, the other's voice taking on a gruff tone. Kurt grew hot under his layers, aching to reach out and touch his boyfriend's hard body, but refusing to give into the little game they had going on. He just had to remember.
Later.
If you want my body and you think I'm sexy
Come on, sugar, let me know
(Let me know…)
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
Come on, honey, tell me so
(Tell me soOoo)
Blaine smirked at Kurt, noticing the dark hooded gaze beginning to cloud his blue eyes. Feeling a little smug, like he'd won already, Blaine tipped off his hat and placed it on Kurt's head. He ground his hips in the air, lewdly snapping them in Kurt's direction. An olive hand reached out for a moment, the pads of his fingers barely grazing Kurt's soft cheek, but before Kurt could lean into the touch, Blaine was already dancing back into the group. Kurt glared at Blaine's satisfied grin.
(OoooOoooh)
The other Warblers moved in their semi-practiced formation, Wes and David had looked confused for a moment when Blaine detached from them. Once they realized he'd just gone off to tease Kurt from a closer spot, they forced themselves not to roll their eyes.
His heart's beating like a drum
(Beating like a drum…)
'Cause at last, he's got his girl at home
(He's got his girl at home…)
Relax, baby, now we're all alone
(Now we're all alone…)
Kurt softly chuckled at his boyfriend's overly dramatic demeanor, tilting Blaine's hat up as he watched the performance. One thing was for sure; Dalton boys knew how to give a show. At the 'alone' bit, Kurt could feel those hazel orbs burning in his direction. No matter where he stepped or how many turns he did, his eyes always found their way back to Kurt.
If you want my body and you think I'm sexy
Come on, honey, tell me so
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me
Come on, sugar, let me know
Blaine pressed his palms down his chest and abdomen, making a predatorily sexy face as he sung. He heard some girls squeal, but he didn't care. Not if they weren't Kurt.
If you want my body and you think I'm sexy
Come on, honey, tell me so
Tell me so, baby!
If you really need me, just reach out and touch me
Come on, sugar, let me know
Kurt wouldn't fall for the 'come hither' look in Blaine's eyes, hands fisting the material of his skinny jeans, willing himself not to drag Blaine out of that mansion and just fuck the whole coupon bet! If Blaine was going to play hardball, then so would Kurt.
Oh, if you want my body!
It ended with all the Warblers in different poses, Blaine being on his knees while he waggled his eyebrows.
So cocky.
The crowd shouted happily, congratulating them on another well-executed—and probably winning because who were they kidding I mean they were the Red Team DUH—routine. When Blaine stood up, he ducked his head adorably, smiling and humoring the girls that came up to compliment him. He was flattered by the attention, but he kept everything friendly. After all, boyfriend.
Kurt watched from his seat on the armrest, the loud noises and excitement seeming to fade out when glasz connected with hazel. The game wasn't over yet, no matter what the party people thought.
"Well, we're done." Jeff stated; shoulders slumped in premature defeat.
"There's no way we can compete with that." Nick concurred. It was definitely cleaner and more practiced than they could ever pull off.
"Actually," Kurt piped up, once he was able to tear his eyes away from Blaine and focus on his teammates, "we've got this in the bag."
With his hat back on his head, Blaine drummed his fingers against his knee anxiously, the other bouncing up and down in agitation. He watched as Kurt whispered things into Nick's ear, pointing to two spots on the floor and then in the direction of some party kids. Nick smirked, nodding in agreement and then rushed over to discuss with Jeff. Kurt caught Blaine staring at him, wiggling his fingers in a cute wave before turning back to squish in between the underclassmen.
Off to his right he heard David chuckling next to him, "It's cute watching the underclassmen hastily try and put together some last minute steps. Like they have a chance."
"Oh, let them. It's not like it will help much." Wes input, shoving a piece of fruit into his mouth.
Blaine frowned, "Don't count them out just yet, guys. They might surprise you."
They might have been the wrong thing to say, because then Wes and David both grinned at him. "Rooting for your beloved countertenor?"
Blaine blushed at the word 'beloved,' Wes chuckling at his friend's reaction. "Such a loyal beau you've become, Anderson. I'm impressed."
The boy huffed at his friends, turning back to where the other Warblers were ready to perform. Muttering under his breath, "Hate you guys…"
"All right everyone, you guys ready for the second performance?" Thad said into his microphone, sounding exceptionally less enthusiastic than the first time. Though, the crowd still cheered in affirmation. Sounding a bit more befuddled, possibly more drunk, but whatever. Party on. "Well, let's show our underclassmen some love. Blue Team, give it what you got."
Blaine clapped his hands encouragingly, trying to locate his boyfriend within the batch of Warblers, but confused when he had no such luck. No lights flickered, the teenagers didn't get that much louder, but at least the track played.
(Ah, ah ah)
You're so good to me baby, baby
The olive-skinned boy tilted his head in inquiry, certain that was Kurt's voice he heard, but still not seeing where his boyfriend was. Until…
I wanna lock you up in my closet, when no one's around
I wanna put your hand in my pocket, because you're allowed
I wanna drive you into the corner, and kiss you without a sound
I wanna stay this way forever, I'll say it loud
The throng of Warblers parted down the middle as Kurt strutted through it, a bit of a skip in his step as he sang airily.
(Now you're in, and you can't get out)
Blaine felt his mouth go dry, some of the guys whooping and hollering—even some girls—because oh my God. There he was, Kurt, without his vest. It was hooked onto a finger and thrown over his shoulder while he catwalked through the boys. Big black letters staring at him…taunting him.
LIKES
BOYS
Geezus, he was so fucked.
You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
It's so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous
You're so good to me baby, baby
You're so good to me baby, baby
"Fuck me…" Blaine breathed, completely missing David snickering at him for being so easily aroused. Kurt was dropping his hips low and rotating them in a tantalizing manner. Making sure to have his eyes closed and head slightly thrown back.
His neck was exposed.
Blaine wanted to nip it.
I can make you feel all better, just take it in
And I can show you all the places, you've never been
(Oooooh)
And I can make you say everything that you've never said
(Oooooh)
And I will let you do anything, again and again
Kurt smiled mischievously, strolling over towards Blaine and tossed his vest around the dark haired boy's neck like a scarf. He used it to yank Blaine closer to himself, mirroring Blaine's earlier tease with a bit more flirtation. Breath warming Blaine's lips as Kurt sung lowly, and seductively. Once he was done, Kurt spun back towards his team, leaving his vest with Blaine.
(Now you're in, and you can't get out)
Blaine didn't even try to hide the pained noise that whined out from the back of his throat.
You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
It's so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous
You're so good to me baby, baby
You're so good to me baby, baby
Kurt dropped low again, grinding his hips in a circle with his hands fisted out in front of him. It looked like he was riding something.
Or someone.
Kiss me, gently
(Always, I know)
Hold me, love me
(Don't ever go…)
Ooh, yeah yeah
Nick and Jeff had ventured off towards a grouping of girls, each grabbing one to bring with them into the circle. They pressed up against their girl, smiling at them and helping them move in a sensual, fluid motion. The two boys dipped and spun the girls as they danced. Kurt just smiled softly at Blaine, directing the sweet words at him.
You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
It's so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous
You're so good to me…
The girls giggled and blush once they were twirled back towards their friends, Thad seething on his chair because one of the girls they grabbed had been his girlfriend-not-really-girlfriend person.
You make me so hot
Make me wanna drop
It's so ridiculous
I can barely stop
I can hardly breathe
You make me wanna scream
You're so fabulous
You're so good to me baby, baby
You're so good to me baby, baby
Blaine felt his face flush deeper as Kurt popped and cocked his body, crossing his legs to hide the hardening erection in his pants. He bit back a moan, watching as Kurt's hands caressed down his sides and skimmed over the front of his pants. His boyfriend was just toying with him now. Though, he frowned when Jeff and Kurt shimmied their upper bodies at each other.
That Huffle needs to back the puff up!
You're so good
Kurt panted when the number was done, laughingly breathily when Nick and Jeff caught him off guard in a surprise hug. The people around them clapped in approval, some rushing up to congratulate the underclassmen on a surprisingly entertaining routine. He patted the guys' backs, extracting himself from them so they could be fawned over by some Crawford girls. When he turned around, he found Blaine standing directly in front of him. "Hey."
"Hi," Blaine said. "You were…you were pretty amazing."
Kurt smiled brightly, "Thanks. You were great too. Definitely 'scream worthy.' "
"Really?" He glanced down at Kurt's shirt, something stirring in his abdomen as he reread the words. "I like the shirt."
"I thought you might."
"Wanna know a secret?"
"Hmm…do tell."
Blaine leaned in close, whispering into Kurt's ear. "I like boys too."
Kurt shivered, neck and ears flushing hotly. He couldn't keep himself composed any longer, cupping the back of Blaine's neck and kissing him right in the middle of the party. No one particularly cared, except for maybe the few girls who'd been hoping to cozy up to the dapper Warbler. Oh well. Blaine melted into the kiss, placing his hands on Kurt's chest and letting the blue-eyed boy control their sweet kiss. Kurt pulled back after a moment, even if they were in a more accepting environment he didn't want to push their luck. He pecked his boyfriend's lips one more time, giggling when Blaine kissed his nose in return. "I guess I can assume you won't be too disappointed when the Blue Team is announced as the winner?" Kurt asked playfully.
"I'm happy to lose, but only if you're the one I'm losing to."
Blaine tried to enjoy the rest of the party after that. He really did. But…well, it's sort of hard to concentrate on a party when your boyfriend is constantly staring at you with such an intense gaze. They lasted about an hour longer before Blaine ushered Kurt to his car, and drove them to his house. It didn't matter that they didn't say goodbye, if they had he's pretty certain no one would have remembered it the next day. Kurt just kept this self-satisfied smirk on his face the entire way, kissing Blaine chastely before excusing himself to slip into something more comfortable in the bathroom. Blaine put his dad's hat on the bedpost and kicked off his shoes, standing awkwardly in the middle of his room to figure out what to do.
…pajamas. Pajamas are a good start.
He went over to his dresser and rummaged for some sleep clothes, wondering what would seem appropriate. Oh wait, shit. Are they sleeping in the same bed? Should Blaine make up the guest room? What the hell? How has he barely thought of this?
"Hey, Blaine? Do you mind if I set up my moisturizing lotions on the left side of your sink?" Kurt called through the door.
"Huh? Oh! Y-Yeah. Whatever you want, babe!"
Kurt's giggles could be heard through the door, "Thank you, honey." Whether they were drunken giggles or jittery giggles, Blaine wasn't entirely sure.
Blaine looked back down at his clothing options and just grabbed whatever. He removed his polo, bowtie, and mustard jeans, folding them neatly before stacking them on top of his hamper. After glancing at himself in his full-length mirror, Blaine decided to toss his socks in the hamper and pull on his blue sleep pants. Then he wondered if he should just sleep in his muscle shirt or put on his matching pajama button-up. However, before he could make a decision, his bathroom door opened, revealing to him a fresh faced Kurt. Blaine blinked, taking in his now dampened product-free hair and red pajama outfit. He had to smile, "You look comfy."
Kurt blushed, averting his gaze, "It's seems you're only half ready for bed. I should—I should let you finish."
Blaine stared down at his pajama top, contemplating for a moment. "D-Does it bother you? Me just in an undershirt. Should I put on the top?"
The paler boy shook his head, turning back towards Blaine and looking him up and down. "No…" He breathed. "Doesn't bother me at all. But, you're not cold?"
He laughed curtly, "Quite the opposite. I'm actually kinda hot."
Yes, yes you are.
Kurt looked back up at Blaine's face, his confidence faltering a bit when he noticed the other's wide-eyed nervous expression. He felt his lust ebb away slightly, replaced with concern. "Blaine, I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I? Just because I won the bet, doesn't mean I would PRESSURE you into anything."
Blaine took one look at Kurt's guilt-ridden face and his shoulders slumped. "Oh, Kurt. I know you wouldn't. It's not anything like that."
Then what is it?
"Don't you…don't you want to do anything?" Kurt asked.
Or does he just not want to do anything with me?
"Of course I do. You have no idea how often I think of you that way. I'm just worried for you. That's all. I know you've had a bit to drink tonight, and it's making you all kinds of confident, but…"
But…?
"Kurt, if we did something tonight, and you ended up regretting it tomorrow because maybe you were a little more rash than usual, I'd feel terrible. 'Cause it would have been my fault for letting it go that far. And…" Blaine let out a frustrated sound, "it's really hard to be rational when my boyfriend is being all kinds of sexy." Kurt smiled innocently, slowly walking over to Blaine so they were in touching distance. Blaine huffed, "No, like seriously, stop it." When Kurt tilted his head adorably, Blaine almost caved. "Kurt, please. I just don't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage of you."
So that's what it is.
He shook his head, "Blaine, as sweet as your attempt is at 'protecting my virtue'—or whatever it is you think you're doing—you can tone it down. I am not as intoxicated as you seem to think I am. I know my limits. I've barfed on my counselor's pumps before, after too much gin."
"What?"
"Another time, sweetie. My point is I knew the punch I was drinking had alcohol in it. I'm not that naïve. But it was just to take the nervous edge off of performing in front of everyone. It worked, but I'm not inebriated. I'm fully aware of what I'm doing, and—and what I want to do…with you. Whatever we do tonight—IF we do anything—I don't think I could ever regret it, because it would have been with you. However, if you're not ready to do anything INTIMATE, I completely understand." Kurt wound his arms around Blaine's waist and brought him in for a hug.
Blaine stiffened for a moment, then sighed happily into Kurt's embrace, feeling secure in his arms. He wrapped his own around Kurt's shoulders. "I'm sorry for ruining the mood, and the only thing I want is for you to be comfortable with this. Because when you're comfortable, I'm comfortable."
Kurt pulled back slightly so he could look at Blaine when he said this. "Blaine, I've shared so many firsts with you already. Sex, and the things that lead up to it, will be another one of those firsts. I think if it were anybody other than you, I would probably feel a bit more hesitant. But not with you, never with you, Blaine."
He smiled. "I feel the same way too, Kurt."
"Good." Kurt chirped, "And just so we're clear. It's not like I want to go all the way."
"Oh, no?" Blaine asked, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. His playful personality coming back to him now that he was sure Kurt really wanted this.
Kurt snorted, "Not tonight, Warbler. You're gonna need more than a few hug coupons for that."
"I look forward to earning such a privilege."
"Shut up." Kurt chuckled, feeling the tense air shift into a more relaxed state. "So…what way did you think of me again?"
Blaine's ears grew hot. He completely forgot he said that. "Uh…um…l-like you said. I-Intimately."
"Mhmm…"
"Sometimes I find myself thinking of you. Well, I'm kind of always thinking of you, but there are certain times when I'm picturing you saying things, doing things. You know…things."
Kurt pursed his lips to keep from laughing. "That was very descriptive."
Blaine did laugh then, "I think you know what I'm getting at here. I care about you. I have fun with you. I also happen to think that you're incredibly sexy."
He finds me sexy…
"And I don't know what's gotten into me lately, but I seriously can't stop daydreaming about you—erm—us in not so PG situations."
"Really?"
"Yeah, then I feel terrible because I feel like I need your permission to think of you in that way. If not, it's just kind of rude." Blaine pouted.
Ohmygod, WHAT?
"Blaine, you're my boyfriend. I believe that gives you permission enough for those types of thoughts."
Gentlemanly and considerate is seriously beginning to become an understatement.
"I guess, but I would still like to know that you're okay with it. I mean, after everything you went through earlier this year, I wouldn't feel right just assuming something like that." Blaine admitted sheepishly.
Kurt smiled, putting a hand on Blaine's chest and pushing him towards the bed. "You…can think of me…whenever you want." Then he gave Blaine one last push, the Warbler falling back on the bed. The blue-eyed boy crawled on after him, hovering over the shorter boy. "Can I tell you something, Blaine?" The hazel-eyed boy nodded jerkily, scooting up on the bed closer to the headboard. The other smiled at him, leaning closer to whisper in his ear. "I've pictured us being intimate too, Blaine. Very intimate."
Blaine shivered, the heat in his belly rekindled and burning hotter than before. "Tell me. I want to know what you thought of when you pictured us together."
Kurt breathed out harshly, "You, just you. Kissing me, t-touching me. I just want to feel you." A deep blush bloomed across Kurt's porcelain skin, pink tint crawling up from his chest, neck, and all the way to his ears.
"Will you let me touch you, Kurt?"
Yes. YES. Please…
He nodded, reaching into his pajamas breast pocket and pulling out three slips of paper. "I'd like to cash in my coupons now."
Blaine snorted, "We still playing the coupon angle?"
"They're my Christmas coupons. I'll do what I want."
Chuckling, Blaine accepted the coupons, glancing over and placing them on his bedside table. He looked back up at Kurt, touching his cheek gently. "Come here. Come lay down next to me." Kurt complied easily, his tummy erupting into butterflies when Blaine turned onto his side, propped up on an elbow. Blaine stared at Kurt's face, searching for any sign of fear or uneasiness. Instead he only saw trust, and a bit of eagerness. "Just tell me stop if it gets too much, all right?"
Never.
Kurt nodded, staring into Blaine's darkening amber eyes. He felt more than saw Blaine's warm hand settle on his stomach, just above his bellybutton. His body wanted to squirm, not used to another person's touch, even one as gentle and platonic as this. "May I take your top off?" Kurt gulped, feeling queasy with the thought of Blaine removing a layer from him. He would be exposed. But…but that might be okay, right? Reaching down to pull his pajama top over his head, Kurt stilled when he felt Blaine's hands stop him. "No, let me." When Kurt put his hands back to his sides, he sat up a little, raising his arms as Blaine slowly pulled the article of clothing off of him. Kurt was left in just a white T-shirt now.
I don't think I've ever been this bare in front of another person.
Blaine didn't say anything as he tossed the top off to the side, just placed a hand on Kurt's chest and pushed him back down into a laying position. The hand didn't move from Kurt's chest, but slid further down until the hand nudged at the waistband of his pants. The pale boy went rigid, heat beginning to spark in his nether regions as his breathing picked up. "What do you want? I'll take this as far as you want me to."
He stared up at him for a moment, wondering how to voice what he wanted, needed from Blaine. Thinking about it, Kurt tentatively wrapped his fingers around Blaine's wrist, guiding the hand on his lower stomach. The nervous boy took a deep breath, and then moved the tips of Blaine's fingers under his shirt. Once the pads of those slender fingers made contact with his flesh, Kurt's breath hitched. He couldn't keep his lower body from squirming this time, inching Blaine's hand further under his shirt and unconsciously wriggling his legs slightly apart. "Please, Blaine. W-Want you to."
"Ok, ok, just let me…"
Kurt squeaked, eyes widening as Blaine maneuvered himself so he was straddling one of Kurt's thighs. "W-What are you doing?"
"Needed a better angle. Is this still ok?" Blaine asked, watching warily as Kurt stared at him. The surprised boy blinked up at his boyfriend, eyes trailing down to where Blaine was straddling him. The heat of arousal seemed to creep higher up his body, curling into a warm ball in his lower abdomen. Blaine's blue pants were tented slightly, the sight of the forming erection caused Kurt to feel incredibly hotter, and a responding twitch in his own sleep pants occurred.
Oh gosh, oh my gosh.
"Yes. Very ok." He grinned softly at Kurt's response, glancing back down to where his hand was splayed out under the white shirt. Blaine slid his hand up more, the creamy skin felt soft, warm, and better than he had ever imagined. The shirt rose up with Blaine's movements, inch by inch more milky white skin was revealed to him. He groaned at the sight, loving the stark contrast of their skin colors. "Blaine…" Kurt gasped, the cool air against his taunt tummy and warm hand cupping his left peck had him shuddering.
"God, Kurt…"
Please, don't think I'm disgusting. Please, don't think I'm disgusting.
"You're so damn beautiful, baby. Fuck." He cursed, rubbing his thumb in circles on Kurt's nipple, feeling it pebble up under his touch. Kurt whimpered, surprisingly turned on by Blaine cursing. His hips jerked, his silk pajama pants exceptionally tighter than before. "Can I kiss you, Kurt? I really, really wanna kiss you."
Kurt brought a hand up and cupped the back of Blaine's head, bringing him down and crushing their mouths together. He breathed in deeply through his nose, moving their mouths against each other desperately, passionately. The feeling of Blaine's hands caressing his naked torso was phenomenal. A whine escaped Kurt's throat, trying to chase after Blaine's lips as they kissed down his neck, his chest. "Blaine!" Kurt shouted breathlessly, choking on a moan as those soft heated lips kissed his stomach.
Blaine picked his head up, breathing hard. "Is this still ok?"
Do you even need to ask?
"Don't stop." Kurt pleaded. Blaine happily went back to his kissing, rucking up Kurt's shirt so he could kiss more of that smooth flawless skin. He held down Kurt's shifting hips as he mouthed along his boyfriend's body, kissing and sucking loving marks onto the gorgeous boy. The other was feeling overwhelmed, but in a good way. Blaine's hands and mouth felt nothing like the awful dreams he used to have, ones that always turned into a twisted nightmare that had him waking up shaking and scared. No, this was BLAINE. The boy who cared for him, and made him feel safe. This was them connecting, receiving pleasure as well as giving it, not Blaine just taking from him. "M-More."
"More what, baby? What more do you want?" Kurt blinked slowly up at Blaine, dark hooded eyes uncertain. He didn't know what 'more' meant exactly. He just knew he wanted it. Blaine furrowed his brows as he searched Kurt's midnight blue orbs for an answer, the squirming and hitching of his boyfriend's hips giving him an idea. "I'm going to try something. Just tell me stop if you don't want it, okay?"
"M'kay." Blaine nodded to himself when Kurt answered, looking back down to where Kurt's anatomy was straining against the silky material of his pants. He licked his lips hungrily, sliding a hand down the porcelain stomach and teasing his fingers under the waistband. His fingers ventured even lower, the covered flesh feeling even more heated than other parts on Kurt's body. Blaine heard the other boy gasp, his hazel eyes snapping to look at Kurt's face. "Oh…"
He smiled, letting his fingers graze past the coarse hair right above his destination. Then, Blaine's ring finger bumped against the organ, Kurt's entire body locking up at the action. "May I, Kurt?" Blaine asked cautiously, his pinky finger running along the foreskin.
Kurt whimpered, his fists clenching the sheets beneath him tightly. "Yes…YES. T-Touch me." Blaine nodded, carefully curling his fingers around Kurt's hard length. His boyfriend's entire body bowed instantly, so responsive to such a light touch. "GOD!"
Blaine chuckled breathily, watching the reactions play across Kurt's flushed face as he firmly and slowly stroked him. The angle was a little awkward, and his wrist was bent in a less than comfortable way, but Blaine was enjoying every second of it. He let go of Kurt's hips, enjoying the way they squirmed and bucked up without rhythm, wanting to chase the friction of Blaine's hand. "Is this what you wanted, Kurt? Is this good?"
Absolutely.
He keened, thrusting his hips up into the slightly too dry hand. Kurt moaned when Blaine's thumb rubbed against the vein on the underside of his dick, mouth falling open as he let Blaine jerk him off. It felt so different, a foreign hand trying to ring pleasure from him. There was no practice, no finesse, and yet Kurt could feel his skin tingling with the sparks of pleasure shooting throughout his body. Then suddenly, Blaine's wrist twisted a bit on the upstroke. The action so unexpected and felt so incredibly wonderful that it had Kurt coming with a silent scream, a familiar warm wetness spreading inside his underwear and coating Blaine's hand.
Holy…
Kurt's eyes had closed, his chest rising and falling with the deep breaths he was taking. His orgasm had his entire body humming, ecstasy buzzing from the tips of his chestnut hair down to his toes. Blaine was fascinated by sight, just staring as his boyfriend's blissed out face, still exposed stomach, and shivering at the feeling of Kurt's warm cum squishing between his fingers. Goddamn, he was the most gorgeous person Blaine had ever seen. He squeezed Kurt's cock one last time, Kurt whimpering with oversensitivity. "Blaine…"
"Sorry baby, you're just so fucking gorgeous." Blaine whispered, removing his cum covered hand from Kurt's pants and placing it over the porcelain abdomen below him. His lips collided hungrily with Kurt's parted ones. He nipped at Kurt's plump lips, unable to control his hips as they rutted against Kurt's thigh. Seeing the blue-eyed boy come because of him had been one of the hottest things Blaine had ever seen. His erection ached from how long he'd been hard, the throbbing only intensifying with the delicious image of his normally composed boyfriend unraveling shamelessly. In his post-orgasmic state, Kurt smirked lazily as Blaine moved against him, sighing contently when the other's lips moved down to kiss his pulse point. Kurt craned his neck back to give Blaine more room to work, finally releasing the sheets from his fists so he could pet the dark-haired boy's back. His boyfriend whined and huffed out warm breaths against his skin, grunting with his efforts as he rubbed his clothed erection against Kurt. "Shit…shit, Kurt. Gonna cu-cu—FUCK!"
He shot his load, making a mess in his pants. The sneaky fingers Kurt had dipped into the back of his pants felt burning hot as they caressed the soft skin of his bottom. Kurt nuzzled the spot behind Blaine's ear, kissing that sensitive spot sweetly. "Sorry, was that too much?"
"No…God, no. Was just…" Blaine groaned when Kurt just squeezed his cheek, his cock giving a feeble last spurt with the action. "Kuuuurt."
Kurt giggled, helping Blaine off of him so they were side by side. "My hands have a…mind of their own sometimes."
Blaine snorted, curling into his beautiful boy's side so they were cuddling. When his damp sleep pants came into contact with Kurt's hip, he stiffened. "Crap."
Hmm?
"Blaine? What's wrong?"
"Crappity, crap, crap. God Kurt, I'm sorry."
Kurt furrowed his eyebrows together, wrapping an arm around Blaine's shoulders. "I don't understand."
"I shouldn't have done that. I didn't mean to."
W-What?
Kurt's voice cracked, eyes growing wet. "I knew it. I knew you didn't want to do anything with me."
"Huh? No, Kurt. That's—"
Kurt shoved down his pulled up shirt and scooted away from Blaine, swinging his legs over the side of the bed so he was sitting up. "Can't believe I've been so stupid." He looked over his shoulder, "You really do just think of me as a baby penguin, don't you?"
"Kurt…" Blaine frowned, reaching over to try and pull the paler boy back down. He wilted when Kurt flinched away from him. "I think you're so much more than that."
He huffed, "Oh yeah? Then why is it that every time our make outs got a little hot you would pull away from me? Like touching me was such a vile experience."
Shit.
"That's not what I was trying to do."
"This is the first time in months you just let go and allowed yourself to get lost in the moment. I felt so connected with you, wanted. It was one of the most sensual experiences I've ever had…and it's like you REGRET it."
Blaine felt his heart ache, hating himself for making his boyfriend feel this. "Never Kurt. I could never regret what we did."
Then what is your problem!
"Kurt, I'm apologizing because of how inconsiderate I was." Blaine explained, gently placing a hand on the small of Kurt's back. "I didn't mean to push myself on you like that…God, I didn't even ask you." He closed his eyes and pressed forehead between Kurt's shoulder blades. "Can you ever forgive me?" Kurt stared down at his hands in his lap, chagrin coloring his features.
We're so bad at this.
When Blaine pressed himself more firmly into his back and wrapped his arms around his trim waist, Kurt gingerly placed one hand on top of Blaine's. His dad was right. Sex did make you more vulnerable. Kurt just wished he realized this, talked about it with Blaine before he dove in headfirst. "No, I'm sorry. I jumped to conclusions."
"But I—"
Kurt turned around and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck, seeking a comforting hug. "I wanted to feel you. I wanted you to do it. It's all I've been trying to get you to do these past few weeks. I-I…" He swallowed thickly, fighting back the embarrassed dryness in his throat. "When that happens, when you get…erm…a-aroused, you don't have to hide it from me."
Blaine furrowed his eyebrows, squeezing Kurt to him gratefully, both of them ignoring the sticking, cooling cum in their pants. "You do?"
Duh.
He blushed even more, pulling back to look at Blaine. "Yeah, I mean…I always enjoy whatever we do together. I-It's just nice to have the affirmation that you enjoy it too. Ya know, physically. I like knowing I have that kind of affect on you."
Surprised that I can affect you that way at all, actually.
"Hazel eyes crinkled at the sides, an unexpected smile appearing on Blaine's face. "Kurt, is that what this whole night has been about? All the things you've been doing, you were seriously trying to get a reaction out of me these past weeks." It almost sounded like an accusation. Kurt could only nod shamefully. "Oh my God, I thought I was going crazy!"
Huh?
"I felt so bad, because everything you were doing was seriously turning me on." Blaine explained.
"I…I don't…and that's a problem?" Kurt asked incredulously.
Confused.
Blaine sighed, "Like I said, after what you've been through, it just feels wrong for me to go into THAT part of our relationship without your 100% agreement on the matter."
A sense of awe washed over Kurt, his heart filling with such warmth that it actually ached pleasurably. "Blaine Anderson…you're too much sometimes."
Blaine chuckled brokenly, a nervous blush tinting his cheeks red. "Is that an insult or a compliment?"
What do you think?
He pecked Blaine's nose, pushing the other back down so they were lying in their previous position. "We should have probably talked about this more."
"Your back-handed compliments or the sex thing?"
"Blaine…"
The dark-haired boy snickered, "Just kidding. And I agree. Before we do anything else, some talking needs to happen."
Kurt smiled and nodded, snuggling the adorable boy to him. "Mhmm…now that THAT'S settled. Cuddle me."
"Shouldn't we change our underwear first? Because this could get very uncomfortable very fast."
Kurt just wormed closer to Blaine, tickling his nose right under Blaine's ear. "Nu uh. Cuddle first. Change later."
Blaine huffed, squirming when Kurt began to kiss down his neck softly. "Uh…ah…God. What happened to t-talking?"
"Last time I checked, kissing didn't count as sex." Kurt stated lightly. Blaine whined, squeaking when Kurt started sucking on his neck. He wriggled his body across the bed, trying to put some distance between him and his boyfriend. Apparently he wasn't looking where he was wiggling, because less than a minute later, Blaine let out a startled yelp when he actually tumbled off the bed. Kurt couldn't stop himself from giggling; tilting his head innocently when Blaine popped back up, a half-hearted glare sent his way. "You really are a clumsy little Warbler."
"Weirdly, it seems to happen only when I'm around you."
You don't say.
"Curious, very curious."
"Ollivander? Really?" Blaine deadpanned, trying not to smile. "Does that mean I get to borrow your wand?"
Kurt bit his lip. "Why bother? It's not like you have to say 'Lumos Maxima' to turn me on."
I fucking love my boyfriend.
A/N: The first song was 'Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?' by Rod Stewart. The second is Avril Lavigne's 'Hot.' I think you can blame the meds for the cheesy Harry Potterness. I forgot where I saw the Harry Potter dirty jokes, but they're online somewhere. Please review! Be back when I can lovelies! :)