Hi there :) So I wanted to write because homework is boring but I couldn't think of anything to write. I could have done some more work on SC or TC, but I just wanted to write something short. I therefore looked up some prompts and numbered them all before downloading a random number generator app for my phone. I tried it a few times but the first few prompts didn't really give me any ideas straight away. Then this one came up: Hot/Cold. is it bad that my mind immediately went to smut?

Well, here it is :)

I'm putting a warning on this one; M. Apologies to anyone who has already read it and wasn't expecting it. The rating has been bumped up now.


It had been Kurt's idea, to tie Blaine up. They had been talking about fantasies and Kurt had revealed how he wanted to be completely in control; he wanted to be the dominant one, the one who called the shots. Blaine wasn't exactly controlling in bed, but Kurt often followed by his example and let him lead. Now, the roles were reversed, and the anticipation made Blaine shiver just as much as the cold air that entered the room when Kurt opened the door did.

"Kurt, please," Blaine whined, his legs squirming against the bed sheets. Kurt hadn't felt the need to tie his feet down; the whole point was that he couldn't touch. Kurt grinned impishly as he perched himself on the edge of the bed. He calmly observed his boyfriend, his eyes raking from his dishevelled hair and pleading eyes down his naked body all the way to his curled toes. Kurt crawled further onto the bed, lingering just over where Blaine lay. He lowered his head down, their lips brushing but not connecting fully before Kurt pulled back again far enough to watch himself trail his hand down Blaine's chest, across his abs and down his thigh. Blaine keened under the touch, Kurt's fingers giving him too much attention where he didn't want it and not enough where he did.

And then he was gone. Blaine's eyes snapped open and he whimpered; Kurt was so close to him, and Blaine wasn't used to not being able to touch him, to grab him, to hold him. "Kuuurrtt," he whined again, but Kurt seemed to be in no hurry to relieve him. Instead, Blaine watched Kurt take something from the bowl and put it in his mouth. Locking eyes with Blaine, Kurt lowered himself over Blaine's body and put his mouth to Blaine's chest.

The first thing Blaine registered was cold. He shivered involuntarily, his hands twisting to grab the scarves that tied his wrists to the bedposts. The next thing he noticed was wet; he could feel something wet on his skin, and as Kurt moved deliciously slowly up towards Blaine's neck he left a wet trail on his boyfriend's skin. Blaine glanced across to the bowl and managed to catch a glimpse of its contents: ice cubes.

When Kurt traced the frozen cube over Blaine's left nipple, the strength of the scarves was tested. Blaine moaned and pulled at his bonds, desperate to get his hands free and hold Kurt's head just there. Or move him where he wanted him. He made his desires known, repeating "yes, there, yes, yes" with the occasional fervent, breathy moan, and Kurt satisfied him only for a few seconds before moving again, eventually circling round to Blaine's right nipple.

The ice cube had melted by the time Kurt was at Blaine's neck. Blaine was squirming and whining by this point, droplets of water racing down his neck and chest. Kurt had stripped himself of his shirt by now, and Blaine could feel his body heat radiating from him in the few inches between their bodies. Kurt leant up to kiss him, the heat of their mouths contrasting the ice-coldness of Kurt's tongue. They moaned into each other, Blaine pushing his hips up to try and meet some friction. They both moaned again when Blaine found Kurt's thigh, Kurt's denim jeans rough against Blaine's smooth, still untouched skin.

"Please, Kurt, please," Blaine moaned breathlessly when Kurt shifted his leg out of Blaine's reach.

"Please what?" Kurt enquired, biting Blaine's bottom lip. Blaine struggled to find the words, so many requests flying through his head. "Please what?" Kurt asked again, his fingers dancing dangerously close to where Blaine wanted him. Blaine keened and squirmed again, trying to push himself into Kurt's hand for much needed release. "Uh-uh," Kurt chastised, pushing Blaine's hips down back onto the bed. Blaine was a writhing mess, his mouth unable to form words as it allowed his whines to escape. "What do you want?" Kurt asked in a dangerously low voice next to Blaine's ear. He gazed into Blaine's eyes, waiting for Blaine to find his words.

"Touch me."


By the way, this was initially going to be 'Control' but then the ice cubes got involved. *sigh* So if you have any ideas for 'Control', lemme know. I might end up using it :)

Edit: Okay I just realised this collection was rated 'T' before, and seeing as I have no idea how my drabbles are actually going to turn out I'm bumping it up to M. Sorry if anyone read this and wasn't expecting what they found! I'll try to keep it tamer from now on! Xxxx