Author's Note: What up my lovelies? Everyone out for summer vacation? Hope you guys are having fun! Thanks again to everyone who reviewed, they encourage me like you have no idea. :D
Let's start this summer off right, and that's with another chapter! It has some sexiness in it, so enjoy that!
Happy Reading!
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.
*WARNING* for swearing, first time blowjob (fellatio), hand job, and 69 position.
~C.J.
(Chapter 38)
Kurt took a deep breath as he stared up at the Anderson home, gnawing on his lower lip in worry. He had a lot of explaining to do to Blaine and he just hoped his boyfriend was in a mood to listen, but looking back on his week of screened calls and ignored text messages, Kurt didn't have the greatest amount of optimism.
I don't even care if he yells and screams at me, just let me come out of this with my relationship still intact.
He raised his hand to knock on the door and—
"Oh!"
Mrs. Anderson reeled back after she slammed into the boy in front of her door. She caught the frame and steadied herself, furrowing her brows as she watched her son's boyfriend flail his arms in a windmill motion before balancing himself back into an upright position. "Kurt Hummel, we have got to stop meeting like this. You do realize you are allowed to ring our doorbell? It's quite functional and very helpful in alerting this residence that we have a boy standing on our doorstep."
Kurt flushed pink, "Y-Yes, m-ma'am."
Oh gosh, kill me now.
"Do you normally stand outside people's houses and wait for them to notice your arrival, or has our doorbell done something to personally offend you?" Blair raised an eyebrow.
"I-I'm really sorry, M-Mrs. Anderson." Kurt stammered, embarrassed that he has, yet again, stopped Blaine's mother from going about her obviously busy day. "I really don't mean to get in your w-way."
His mother sighed airily, flipping her hair over her shoulder. "No, no. It's quite all right. Yet again, there is another crisis at the Playhouse that NO ONE can seem to handle on their own because I work with complete idiots." She humphed. "Not even that, they're just a bunch of lazy babies. I do more handholding than anything else."
O…kay?
She smiled slightly, taking pity on the boy confused by her ramblings. "What I'm trying to say is, sorry I snapped. Work just has me all frazzled and on edge, and ugh." Blair shook her hand by her head to gesture just how scrambled her mind really was with all this.
Kurt mirrored her small smile, except his was hesitant and unsure more than anything else. "I-It's all right. I have a brother, and sometimes he snaps at me for no reason at all."
Or you know, ruins my relationship. The usual.
Mrs. Anderson tittered, "Well, before I get into another mindless rant, I really do have to get to work." She stepped aside and gestured for Kurt to come in. "I assume you came here to see your boyfriend, not listen to his mother complain about the woes of her job."
This time, Kurt gave her a genuine smile. "Thank you, Mrs. Anderson. And I don't mind at all. I've been told that I'm a pretty good listener."
"Hmm…that you are. Tell me though, do you know why Blaine has been so down in the dumps lately?" Blaine's mother frowned.
People still use the phrase 'down in the dumps'?
"Because I've been meaning to ask him, but with his dad being away on business again and all the craziness that goes on at the Playhouse, I'm just not…there isn't enough…"
"I-It's ok! Blaine understands, he's always telling me how much you and your husband's jobs demand of you. He gets it. He really does." Kurt hurried to explain when he noticed the woman's eyes become guilty and a bit sorrowful.
Blair nodded, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "So he's been talking to you? Telling you what's got him so upset?"
Not exactly.
"Um…well, that's actually the reason I'm here to see him. I think I've got a pretty good idea of what's going on. It's my fault really, a misunderstanding happened and…" Kurt sighed. "It's complicated."
"Thank goodness!" She exclaimed, ushering the boy in forcefully. "You can go get him out of his funk while I go to work. Because now I really, really do have to leave." The woman checked to make sure she had everything she needed one last time and then put on her best 'mom' expression. "You boys be good, ya hear? Tell Blaine I'll be back late, so feel free to order in some food for dinner. I left money on the refrigerator." Before Kurt could respond, she grabbed his chin. "Now Kurt, you're welcome to keep Blaine company, but you make sure to be home in time for your curfew. Remember your manners, no monkey business, and stay out of Devon's liquor cabinet. Capiche?"
"Yes, Mrs. Anderson. Of course." He chuckled nervously.
If I'm even allowed to stay for that long.
"Such a well-mannered gentleman." Blair pinched his porcelain cheek, and then turned on her heels and strutted to her car. "Toodles!"
And suddenly I'm five.
Kurt just took a deep breath, waving off Blaine's mother before he closed the door and went in search of his sullen boyfriend.
Hopefully he's in a listening type of mood.
He went up the stairs and headed straight for Blaine's room, knocking on the closed door quickly and abruptly. Kurt fiddled with the ends of his scarf while he waited for the door to be opened or for Blaine to invite him in. The boy cleared his throat when nothing but silence greeted him. He knocked one more time, "Blaine? It's me…Kurt. Y-Your mom invited me in. Is it—can we talk? Can I come in?"
The pale young man pouted when nothing happened again, but before he could get too frustrated, he thought he heard something on the other side of the door. Curious, Kurt leaned closer and pressed his ear up against it. He couldn't be one hundred percent certain, but he was fairly sure that they were notes, piano notes to be exact. Most likely from a keyboard, but what song they were from he couldn't tell. Though if Kurt had to guess, he'd say that Blaine was just playing a mindless tune. When he pulled away, Kurt quirked his lips to the side, realizing that this was still him being given the silent treatment.
Sweet grilled cheesus, here it goes.
Kurt opened the door and stepped inside, glad that his room wasn't locked. At least there was that. Blaine didn't lift his head up, or acknowledge the fact that his boyfriend had just walked into his room. He stayed sitting cross-legged on his bed, keyboard in his lap, and fingers still rhythmically pressing keys. Kurt pressed his lips together in a thin line, "Blaine?"
The curly haired boy's fingers faltered in their practiced movements, one of his fists clenching tightly before they continued the rhythm from earlier. He was still in his Dalton attire, but only partially. His jacket was thrown over a desk chair, his red and blue tie was undone but still hung around his neck, and his white button down had the first two buttons undone. In hindsight, Blaine looked damn sexy like that, but Kurt had to file that mental image away for later. Right now, thanks to Rachel, he was kind of in some hot water. "After ignoring me all week you're not even going to try to talk to me? Not even a little?"
Because rude.
Blaine did glance up at him for a moment; jaw ticking at the sight of him and hazel eyes flickering away before they could tear up without his permission. Kurt could feel the defensiveness in him die away at the look Blaine gave him, hating the way his boyfriend's shoulders slumped in despair. The blue-eyed boy felt horrible that Blaine felt this way, but he was also even more infuriated by the fact that Rachel's preposterous conclusions were what put his Dalton boy in this state. "It's not true, Blaine. Everything that Rachel told you was false. I-I was at that motel with Sam, there's no denying that, but it wasn't for what she made it out to be! Please Blaine, I can explain."
If you let me.
This time, the Warbler stopped his playing. He turned his head to look at Kurt, sad tired hazel eyes staring at him, roaming over his form from head to toe. During so, the paler boy was able to really look at his face. His heart sinking when he noticed dark circles against his beautiful olive skin probably caused by sleepless nights and red-rimmed eyes caused by reasons that Kurt didn't really want to think about. Blaine pressed the palm of his hand on the side of his hair and slicked back imaginary stray curls. Like his hair would ever be that un-tame with gel in it. He contemplated what to do, what to say, willing words to form, but as always he couldn't get himself to articulate them. So instead, he turned back to his keyboard and just felt the keys. Contemplatively letting the pads of his fingers stroke across white and black, until what he needed to say finally came to him.
Kurt's ears perked up when Blaine began to play again, but this time, there did seem to be a rhythm to his tune. It was practiced, familiar. He just couldn't quite place it, not even when he started to hum a bit, which was a first for him.
I think this is the first time I've ever DREADED him singing to me.
There was a time when we were down and out
There was a place when we were starting over
We let the bough break
We let the heartache in
Who's sorry now?
Oh…now I know why.
There was a world when we were standing still
And for a moment we were separated
And then you found her
You let the stranger in
Who's sorry now?
Kurt was actually taken back by the glare of betrayal—and anger maybe?—on Blaine's face. It was the most intimidated Blaine has ever made him feel. He didn't think his boyfriend could ever make him feel that way.
Who's sorry now?
What
What kind of fool, tears it apart?
Leaving me pain and sorrow
God Rachel, what have you done?
Losin' you now
Wondering why
Where will I be tomorrow?
What have…what have I done?
Forever more, that's what we are
To be, without each other
We'll be remembering when
The pain in Blaine's voice, Kurt almost couldn't handle it. In his heart he knew he could never cheat on his boyfriend, not his wonderful, caring, beautiful man of a boyfriend.
There was a time when we were down and out
There was a place when we were starting over
We let the bough break
We let the heartache in
Who's sorry now?
But right now, right now Kurt felt as small and as guilty as someone who actually had cheated. And yet, the only thing he was guilty of was telling a little lie.
Who's sorry now?
What
What kind of fool, tears it apart?
Leaving me pain and sorrow
I'm sorry. Gosh Blaine, I'm so freakin' sorry.
Losin' you now
How can I win?
Were will I be tomorrow?
Kurt walked over towards Blaine's bed, intent on sitting and minimizing the space between them. However, when the Warbler began to sing AT him rather than TO him, he was immobilized mid-step.
Was there a moment when I cut you down, played around?
What have I done?
I only apologize for being as they say the last to know
It has to show
When someone is in your eyes
It didn't matter how crappy Kurt felt right now, and he had to keep reminding himself of that fact. Because whatever he was feeling, he was sure Blaine was feeling much worse than him. He thought his boyfriend cheated on him, no matter how false that was, it's what he believed. How does one not react badly to something like that?
What kind of fool, tears it apart?
Leaving me in pain and sorrow
Oh, losin' you now
How can I win?
Were will I be tomorrow?
Blaine couldn't hold it back any longer, the first tear tracking down his cheek and giving way for more to follow. The dapper young lad blinked back what he could, and sniffled in a way that he felt was pathetic. He closed his eyes, persevering through the hurt. Maybe if he couldn't see Kurt, the ache wouldn't feel real.
What kind of fool, tears it apart?
Leaving me pain and sorrow
Losin' you now
How can I win?
Where will I be tomorrow?
Just because Kurt didn't directly cause Blaine's hurt, didn't mean he didn't feel responsible for causing his boyfriend such pain. Seeing Blaine's tears, and knowing that they were because of him, he couldn't bear it.
Forever more, that's what we are
To be, without each other
We'll be remembering when
Kurt didn't wait for anything more, he climbed onto Blaine's bed and wrapped his arms around his Warbler's waist. He buried his face in the olive skinned neck and curled tighter against him, silently begging for his boyfriend to just hold him. "I swear I didn't cheat on you, Blaine. I swear. I've never wanted anyone like how I want you. You are the only person I care for that way. And I-I…"
I love you, and only you.
For a moment, Kurt just held onto him, damn near praying that he wouldn't be pushed off and away. He knew Blaine had every right to be angry, especially with the information he had, but he just hoped some part of him believed that Kurt couldn't do that to him. Blaine went rigid for those few moments, fighting back the urge his arms had to wrap around his boyfriend instinctively, and hold close like he had done all those previous times. He couldn't though. Something in him pushed him to embrace Kurt, reciprocate by wrapping his arms around him, even if it was with a hold too loose to be naturally them. The Warbler felt his eyes glisten more, wanting nothing else but to bury his face in Kurt's soft chestnut hair. "Me too." He whispered, not knowing what to believe.
He pulled back for a moment, perplexed by his boyfriend's actions. "What are you doing? What's wrong? Why are you acting like this?"
Blaine furrowed his triangular eyebrows, confusion covering his sadness. "H-Hugging you? Kinda?"
This is a trick. Is has to be.
"Why aren't you acting more impulsive? This isn't like you. You're supposed to be yelling at me and jumping to conclusions and—and threatening to break up with me!" Kurt rationalized…or irrationalized.
"Do you want me to?"
"NO!"
"Why are you screaming at me?" Blaine somewhat pouted.
"Because someone has to be! Rachel told you that I cheated. You should be flying off the handle right now, shouting, calling me names and arguing with me. Not…not hugging me and singing to me." He trailed off softly.
Blaine frowned, moving off the bed and standing a bit away from Kurt, considering his next words very carefully. "I…I promised I'd work on my impulsiveness, didn't I?"
So non-impulsiveness means ignore your boyfriend?
"And giving me the silent treatment? That proves you're no longer impulsive?" Kurt said, maybe a little bit more snippy than necessary, but dang it, he was worried!
"Dammit, Kurt!" Blaine shot back, "If I looked at you, or even saw your face these last few days, who knows what I'd have done!" He had to bite the inside of his cheek to distract himself from the stinging in his eyes. "I would have said horrible things, because I was hurt. I might have ended our relationship, because well, why the fuck would I want to be with someone who cheats on me with bleach bottle blondes in sleazy hotel rooms? Because that shade of blonde isn't natural, I know that much, and come on Kurt I thought you were better than that!"
It's lemon juice for heaven sake.
"I am better than tha—!"
"Or!" He cut him off. "Or—Or I don't know! Maybe cry." The Warbler laughed bitterly. "I mean…why would I want you to see me cry?"
"But I did see you cry, and I am with you, aren't I?" It hurt to ask that question. Kurt hated how that was a question at all. "Aren't I?" He asked, this time meeker than the rest.
Even as hazel eyes became glassy, he kept his expression hard. "Tell me the truth then, if you didn't do what Rachel says you did. Because by the looks of that picture, it was a bit friendlier than the casual 'how do you do?' hello."
"What picture?"
Blaine flushed, "It doesn't matter. I ripped it up." He mumbled, maybe a bit embarrassed. "Couldn't stand to look at a picture of you in the arms of someone else."
Yeah, not at all impulsive.
Kurt kneeled on the bed in front of Blaine, trying not to smile at the fact that a boy was actually jealous and a tad possessive over him. "I was just bringing him some clothes."
…unexpected.
The curly haired boy couldn't mask his perplexity as he tilted his head in bewilderment. "Well, as far as explanations go, wasn't expecting that one."
He sighed, knowing he was going to have to reveal Sam's secret to yet another person. "In order for me to tell you the truth, the whole truth, you have to promise me that this stays between us."
"Not at all easing my apprehension here."
"Blaine, I'm serious. There's nothing sexual, romantic, or flirty, or whatever happening between Sam and me. I just need you to understand, what I'm about to tell you is not a secret that's mine to share. But I'm going to tell you because One: Rachel can't keep her nose out of anyone's business. Two: I lied to you, I did. And this is making a mess of our relationship. Then Three: Sam was forced to tell the entire Glee Club his secret anyways. Adding you into the mix isn't going to do anymore damage than has already been done." The blue-eyed boy explained, hoping Blaine is willing to listen to him.
The disclaimer for the explanation alone is giving me anxiety.
"…m'kay."
"Promise!"
"Okay, okay. I promise. Jeez."
Kurt let out a loud breath, blowing imaginary strands of hair out of his face. "Sam's father lost his job." Blaine blinked. "His whole family moved here because of the job he was let go from, and as hard as he tried, I guess finding a new one isn't as easy as we all expect it to be. They couldn't pay their bills and the bank literally took their house from them. Sam and his family now have to live in this sad little motel room in a sketchy part of Lima."
Well, shit.
"Kurt, Kurt oh my God, that's awful. But—But I suppose I'm still lost on the part where you come into all this. And why you lied to me." Blaine said, still feeling a bit untrusted.
The blue-eyed boy frowned, "I didn't mean to lie, but Sam made me promise not to tell anyone. He was embarrassed, and didn't want people in his personal business." Kurt shrugged. "Sam already felt like an outcast earlier in the year because he was the new kid, then he went and joined Glee Club which—despite Dalton's very rock star status affiliation with school choirs—isn't seen as cool or popular at McKinley. Then on top of that, he's homeless. Who gloats about something like that, ya know?"
Blaine couldn't help but rub at the back of his neck, feeling like a complete ass now. "If he didn't want people to know his business, then how did you find out?" It was a valid question.
Kurt actually got a smirk on his face, remembering the night it happened. "Remember the night we…you know?" He rubbed his palms down his upper thighs, pressing and kneading to trigger Blaine's memory.
The Warbler gulped, finding himself remembering that night very, VERY, clearly. "I'd sleep with drying cum in my pants again if it meant I got to touch you a second time." He blurted out, only registering that he said that statement out loud when Kurt's glasz eyes grew impossibly wide and his cheeks flushed.
Oh my…
He cleared his throat, trying not to let the heat growing in his lower tummy at the declaration distract him from their extremely serious conversation. "A simple yes or no would have sufficed." Okay, he couldn't exactly hide his pleased smile.
To hell with it, Blaine had already put it out there. "Yeah, but what can I say? Thinking about you like that, I tend to lose my filter."
Kurt giggled softly, finally able to feel the foreboding tension dissipate from the air. "Um…as I was saying, before THAT we were at Thad's party."
Oh right, more than awesome touching happened that night.
"And we split into those ridiculous red vs. blue teams. Nick was about to say or do something stupid to Thad over pizza, so I decided to just handle the pizza situation for myself. The least I could do since I joined and quit the group all in around two or so months."
"Of course."
"I asked Trent to help me with the pizzas, because after all I am only one man. Which he did agree to help me carry. Huh, I always did like Trent."
"Meh, he's alright." Blaine said with a teasing lit.
"Be nice." Kurt pointed a finger at him, a playful warning. "Anyways, because of the whole homelessness and out of work parents thing, Sam had gotten a job delivering pizzas to help out. And…that night he just so happened to be the party's delivery guy. Which might have resulted in me having a very private conversation with Sam that resulted in him revealing his family's struggles, and Trent may or may not have single-handedly carried the pizzas inside." The paler boy tried to look all innocent and cute at the confession. It worked. Blaine was always a sucker for his boyfriend's adorable little expressions. "I also might have given Sam the biggest pizza boy tip ever, but it was Thad, right? No big deal for him I'm sure."
Blaine raised an amused eyebrow, "Your brain, I love the way it works." He quickly tried to pull back his neutral façade. The Dalton boy was still supposed to be upset after all. "The lying thing though, you could have just told me. This awful week for us could have been avoided if you'd just trusted me." He pouted.
Touché.
"I—I know, and that's my bad. I was wrong, but you have to see it from my point of view. Sam was one of the only guys in Glee Club who never cared that I was gay. When Karofsky was literally making my school life a living hell, Sam was one of the first guys to beat the crap out of him. My brother hadn't even stepped up to that, not yet anyway. He defended me, he helped me, and I just wanted to do the same for him." Kurt pleaded, scooting a bit forward on the bed and taking one of Blaine's hands in his. "So yes, I kept his secret, I brought him some of my less controversial but still tasteful clothes, and along with everyone else in Glee, helped chip in to buy back the acoustic guitar he hocked at a pawn shop."
The hazel-eyed boy's eyebrows rose up at the information. "Wow, I…I kind of don't know whether I should be impressed that you'd be willing to put your relationship at risk in order to help a friend, or maybe a little bit upset about that."
"Blaine please, I'm sorry. I just wanted to help, and went about the wrong way of doing it. I know that I should have told you the truth, and not lied to you." He rose up on his knees and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck. "You're my boyfriend, my best friend, and I can tell you anything." Kurt massaged the back of Blaine's neck with his fingers lightly, tilting his head just so. "Because above all else, I trust you." A coy Kurt said softly, lightly guiding the other boy closer so there was barely a sliver of space between them.
My boyfriend does not play fair.
He stuttered, body reacting to Kurt's ministrations. "U-Um…uh…you promised you weren't cheating, r-right?"
"Mhmm…" Kurt traced a finger across the side of his neck to his Adam's apple.
Blaine licked his lips, realizing that they'd suddenly become very, very dry. He had an idea why, but that was all speculation. "A-And you know you can tell me stuff, lots of stuff, lots of different important stuff, even secret stuff when it affects our honesty with each other?"
"Absolutely, Mr. Blaine Warbler. No more fibs. Furthermore, if a situation like this one happens again, I swear not to lie about it, and promise to tell you when I can." He caressed his finger over Blaine's Adam's apple, running it down towards the portion of exposed olive chest before teasingly fingering the button that stopped his descent. "How does that sound, Mr. Anderson? Can you forgive your very sorry boyfriend for making such a stupid judgment call?"
Whimpered, Blaine whimpered, and he wasn't even ashamed of that fact. He slid a hand around his boyfriend's waist and brought their bodies together. "So unfair, Mr. Hummel." Blaine surged forward and kissed him on the lips, knocking the lither boy over until they were tangled on the bed together.
Is that a yes?
Kurt giggled at the actions he successfully elicited from his boyfriend, but once Blaine pinned one of his wrists down and slipped his tongue into his mouth, Kurt's giggles morphed into a groan. He let Blaine control the kiss, even allowing his other wrist to be grasped and stretched above his head, far enough to feel the edge of the bed. The paler boy shuddered, trying to get used to the new sensation of Blaine being comfortable enough to lay his entire body over Kurt's. It was strange, different, new, and—if he was being completely honest—a little possessive. But he kind of liked it that way. "What—umph—has gotten into you?" He gasped against Blaine's lips, making a pleased noise when the Warbler unconsciously made a sharp thrust against him.
Sweet fuck, do that again.
"You mean besides that fact that I've been holed up here thinking that some other guy has put his hands on my boyfriend?" He pressed a hard quick kiss against Kurt's lips, reaching down to hike his long legs up and around his waist. This caused the surprised boy's body to unceremoniously shift higher up the bed, his head nearly falling off the side of the edge. "An impulsive person would have acted out of spite." Blaine traced his lips along Kurt's jaw, only stopping to bite his earlobe. "An impulsive person would have shown up at his boyfriend's house, pushed him up against a door, and reminded him whom he was with." He husked, carefully tearing away the scarf from around his neck, secretly pleased no new hickies from someone other than himself had appeared on Kurt's beautifully flawless porcelain skin.
Why didn't you? Dear GAGA, why didn't you?
Kurt whined, tingling down below when the crazed boy on top of him started to lave and worry a hicky onto his neck. Dammit, and the last one had just faded too! "You're the only person I wanna do anything with, the only person I wanna BE with."
Blaine hummed against the other's neck, grinding his hips into Kurt's minutely. Just enough to make them both feel their growing erections against each other. "Sure about that?"
"Yes, yes. For the love—YES!" He threw his head back, his mouth open in an 'O' when Blaine gyrated just right.
The dark haired boy chuckled, ground their hard-ons together through their pants one last provocatively slow time, before swiftly rolling off Kurt and the bed. "Cool, glad we cleared that up…" He lifted Kurt's chin back, tilting his head until it was hanging off the side of the bed, and gave him a sweet upside down peck on the lips. "…and I forgive you."
Heh heh who needs to play fair?
Kurt, still in a lust-induced daze, stared up (side down?) at Blaine, trying to glare accusingly at him. "You're evil."
Blaine laughed outright, kissing him one more time. "Only when you're evil to me first." He gazed down at the ex-Warbler sprawled out on his bed, and then stood up only to smile unapologetically at the number he did on his boyfriend. Kurt's chest heaved from his panting, his cheeks were tinged pink with an aroused flush, and his eyes were a darker shade of blue, maybe even hooded with want. "You really expected me to resist you in this grey vest?"
Now wait a minute. No one said anything about resisting.
He lips quirked up at the sides, Kurt smirking in Blaine's general direction even as he said nothing. It was a bit out of the blue, but that didn't mean the idea didn't seem appealing to him once he got it in his head. Kurt, despite having his head hanging off the side of the bed, reached out to grasp Blaine's hips and tug him forward. With his face directly in front of Blaine's still slightly tented area, he nimbly unhooked his uniform slack's button, and then slowly lowered the zipper. He could hear Blaine's breath hitch from above him, but he was afraid if he looked up now, he might chicken out. "Did you really plan on any resistance going on today?"
Swallowing thickly, Blaine shrugged. "Didn't really p-plan anythi—wh-what are you doing e-exactly?"
The paler boy gave him a mischievous smile. "Apologizing?" Then he lowered Blaine's slacks, swallowing nervously before pulling his boyfriend's dick out of the underwear pocket. He flushed a deeper shade of red, blinking at the fact it was there, out in the open.
What happens if I—
Blaine gasped, hips jerking into the fist that suddenly squeezed him. "Oh my God, Kurt…" He shivered as Kurt's hand stroked him, the curled fingers too cool against his heated organ. All he could do was stare down the length of his torso, cursing the fact that he couldn't see Kurt's expression because he'd suddenly become still.
Kurt squeaked when the reddened head bumped against his bottom lip, smearing something clear and sticky against the plumpness. He froze after it happened, Blaine's cock somehow heating up even more in his hand, hardening too. The blue-eyed young man didn't know what to do. This was most definitely a spur of the moment thing.
Well…
He swiped his tongue against the foreign substance, mouth unconsciously watering when the heady liquid touched his tongue. It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad per se. The intimacy of the act is what caused hot arousal to burn in his pants.
FUCK!
Blaine lifted a hand to bite his fist. Kurt's tentative kitten licks against the head of his cock made his thighs quake with unsteady pleasure. Anything he could have dreamed couldn't even compare to the real thing. The slick tongue got bolder though, more confident, swiping under the reddened head and then pressing against his slit. "Shit Kurt, you don't have to." As if in response, soft lips wrapped around him, slick heat suddenly enveloping the tip.
Huh…
Before Blaine could reel from that new AMAZING feeling, Kurt started suckling. Blaine was for damn certain not prepared for that. He hunched forward, catching himself as he bracketed his arms on either side of Kurt's hips. His boyfriend's throat convulsed around him and—wait, when the fuck did his cock slip in there? "Kurt, Kurt GOD, n-not gonna last."
Kurt's head had been forcibly tilted further back at the collapse of his Warbler, Blaine's erection sliding further into his mouth and a partial bit slipping easily into his throat at that angle. He coughed in surprise when it happened, his throat squeezing and fluttering around the length. He tried to relax, breathing through his nose and swallowing around the intrusion. The constant prickling feeling of wanting to gag was still there, but the further Kurt tilted his head back, the more his throat relaxed and opened up.
Interesting.
Blaine felt Kurt pull back, lightly sucking before bobbing back down, his boyfriend obviously experimenting and trying to find some semblance of a rhythm. The hazel-eyed boy wasn't completely lost in his sex-crazed brain to forget reciprocation. Without a second thought, he ripped opened Kurt's marvelously tight pants. He unzipped and lowered them, along with his boxer briefs, enough pull the other's half-hard cock out. His hips started giving little aborted thrusts into Kurt's mouth, and the sensation of Kurt tongue licking the side of his dick felt freaking awesome! He distractedly started stroking the paler boy's half hard dick, just wanting to give his boyfriend what pleasure he could manage in his unraveling state. "Close, p-please be close with me."
Kurt made a humming noise around Blaine's dick, half an answer and half a moan at having a hand around his neglected dick. He jabbed his hips against the olive skinned hand sloppily stroking him. Trying his damnest to make the other cum first, Kurt starting jacking the part of Blaine that wasn't in his mouth, instinctively hallowing when he sucked. He whimpered when Blaine stroked him faster, his jaw going slack the more erratic his boyfriend's pumps became. His neck was cramping and saliva kept dripping up his cheek in this position, and when Blaine thumbed the vein on the underside of his cock, he shouted in appreciation. Blaine thrust one more time, moaning at the feeling of coming into such a slick wet mouth. Not that he had anything other than his fist to compare it to, but still.
Some of Blaine's cum Kurt didn't have a choice but to swallow, the rest spilling out of the corners of his mouth. It was muskier than the clear stickiness from before, but Kurt couldn't find himself to mind all that much. He pulled his lips off Blaine's softening erection with a too loud slurp, turning his head to the side to cough and regain his breath.
'Kay, upside down blowjob, not such a fun idea for the first time.
Blaine, on the other hand, was in bliss. He was breathing harshly, trying to keep his torso up on shaking limbs. The last thing he needed was to flop on top of Kurt after that AWESOME blowjob. However, when Kurt's still erect hard-on bumped against his cheek, he lifted the hand that had fallen away from jacking off his boyfriend. He quickly licked his palm before taking ahold of him again, firmly stroking up and down so Kurt could enjoy a post orgasmic euphoria as well. Kurt groaned at the newly slickened hand pumping him, leisurely fucking up into the fist around him. It didn't take long for Kurt to follow, already having been teetering on the edge since Blaine shot a load into his mouth. Blaine made a surprised noise when Kurt came all over his chin and neck, something dirty and hot burning in his gut when he felt it drip down towards his chest. He rolled over before any could drip onto his boyfriend's designer skinny jeans, tugging one last slick time on Kurt's spent cock as he went. "Ugh."
The taller male scooted a bit more on the bed, just enough so his head wasn't hanging off the edge anymore. He chuckled breathlessly, sitting up to look over his equally exhausted Dalton boy. "So…we good?" Kurt's eyes widened.
Oh…my god.
His head shot over, raising an eyebrow at him. "Whoa, a little gruff there?"
Kurt panicked, clearing his throat and coughing in what he hoped was a curing manner. "M'fine!" His voice broke, terror shining in his baby blues. "My voice, MY VOICE!"
Blaine couldn't hold in his laughter, sitting up and biting his lip to muffle his snickering. "Um…maybe you took too much too fast?"
"BLAINE DEVON WARBLER. DON'T. EVEN." Kurt croaked out, his shriek cracking off at the end there.
At least Kurt was going to have the weekend to recover.
A/N: That was 'What Kind of Fool?' by Barbara Streisand and Barry Gibb. YAY for first time blowjob awkwardness! And Kurt's wrecked voice. xD Sorry, couldn't resist. Anyways, don't forget to review once you've finished reading. Till next time guys!