Just a short chapter, but better than nothing at all.
Kurt was furious, absolutely fuming! He had never been more enraged in his life- well, not since his father used his sued jacket as a car wash rag. He flumed through Call-backs, all the way backstage, the small, tiny ass space behind the red velvet curtain. Kurt had arrived an hour early because he was fuming, he was fuming, and he could not think of anything more satisfying than wiping that stupid smirk of Elliot's damn face.
His eyes locked into Elliot like he was a Terminator target and marched right over to him. He was wearing his costume, and Kurt didn't want to admit it, but it didn't look half bad- white shirt, leather studded tie, pants with only one rip in them. And to think Elliot dressed all by himself!
Kurt raised his hand and slapped the man. Kurt slapped Elliot, he slapped Elliot hard. The sound echoed between them. Elliot gasped, his eyes watering around his mascara.
"You tried to send me to a bondage specialty sex store!" Kurt didn't stop with the slap, he pushed Elliot back up against the wall. They almost knocked over the lighting stand. He was this close to kneeing the man in the nuts. Elliot's body felt delicious crushed up between the wall and his chest. It was hot and his belt was pushing into his burning stomach.
"You went there?" Elliot grinned and purred, gripping Kurt's hips just as hard as the slap. Kurt didn't let Elliot go, instead he gripped Elliot by the back of the neck and pulled their foreheads together.
"Of course not! It's called Google maps." Kurt growled, wanting to take them man to the floor and straddle him then and there.
"Then how do you know I wasn't actually there? I could have been waiting all night for you there, baby."
"Don't call me baby." Kurt pulled Elliot from the wall and pushed him backwards towards a storage cupboard.
"Don't call you baby, or what?" Elliot teased as he was shoved into the tiniest of storage cupboards.
"Or I'll lock you in here all on your own." Kurt felt Elliot's hands grappled tight onto Kurt's hips. Oh, he did not want that.
"But we'll have so much more fun locked in here together… baby." The storage room was small and cluttered, filled with old lighting posts and speaker systems. They knocked one wall of microphones stands to the floor when Kurt pushed Elliot up against the back wall. He was still fuming, still ragingly angry that Elliot would try and send him the wrong address that he ripped Elliot's belt from his hips and threw it to the floor. He wanted Elliot vulnerable, wanted him with his pants down, begging, wanted to hear those whiny sounds that he makes as 'vocal exercise' during rehearsals. (Kurt knew exactly what Elliot was doing).
"Fuck Kurt please don't be teasing me like last time." Elliot was already begging. His eyebrows knotted together, his eye wide and hopeful, bottom lip bitten. Kurt pulled down Elliot's pants and cupped his cock through his underwear.
"I need this as much as you do right now, I'm not going anywhere." Kurt's palm ran up and down Elliot's crotch, his cock-head tipping out of the elastic of his underwear. Kurt teased that head for a little bit, watching how Elliot's breath caught, how his hips pushed forward off the brick wall. Elliot's hands were stroking around Kurt's neck, and Kurt knelt down to his knees.
"Not the hair." Kurt warned, feeling Elliot's fingers try and creep up into his hair gel.
"No guarantees." Elliot grinned, dropping his thumbs to the soft spot behind Kurt's ears. There was something sweetly tender about being touched there, those thumbs rubbing and stroking, then tracing down along Kurt's jawline. Kurt breathed for a moment, his nose flaring against Elliot's warm crotch. The man was being patient for once, no bravado at all. Well… Kurt didn't want that, hell, he wanted Elliot's stupid comments and insults, he wanted to graze his teeth against the softest parts of Elliot just to strike the fear of god into him. So, Kurt pulled down Elliot's underwear to reveal all of his cock, latched himself onto Elliot's ball and began to suck, rolling his teeth a little- just gently- across the soft skin.
"Kurt, don't you…. be careful…" Elliot gasped. His hands were sure not to go anywhere near Kurt's hair, lest Kurt seek revenge. Kurt pulled away and began to stroke Elliot with a firmly gripped hand as he replied.
"Don't you worry, I don't break toys that I want to play with later." And fuck was Elliot a toy he wanted to play with later! There was no way in hell he would be able to fit all of Elliot in his mouth, and his cock head looked like it would fit snuggly in the back of his throat- or as far as it would go. with his hand gripped around Elliot's base, veins were beginning to thicken. But instead of diving right in, Kurt wanted to make Elliot scream- just a little bit- his teeth wanted to sink into something, and so he took the inside of Elliot's thigh and bit down, hard!
"Fuck, Kurt!" Elliot screamed and instinctively pulled Kurt back by his hair. On his thigh was a red ring of teeth marks.
"Get your hands out of my hair."
"Get my cock in your mouth." Elliot didn't let go of the back of Kurt's head, in fact, he ran his fingers through his hair even more so. In return Kurt swallowed as much of Elliot as he could. Kurt would never understand why it felt so good to have someone's cock in his mouth- it just did- to have someone's most private parts at his own disposal, to make someone beg and moan, to be in complete control of the person standing above him- to make them feel good or delay or tease and god, Kurt was teasing Elliot.
He was circling his cock head around and around with his tongue making Eliot wiggle with sensitivity. Then he was sucking hard while his hand was flying up and down, then tightening as a ring around Elliot's base. With his other hand he pressed a thumb into the bruise that was starting to form on Elliot's thigh.
"Kurt, I want to hear you gag." Elliot growled, his thigh shaking with pain. That was all the warning Elliot gave before he thrust his hips into Kurt's mouth. Kurt's throat closed and his eyes began to water, his stomach convulsing a little. Elliot pulled back to let the man breath.
"Asshole." Kurt spat, catching his breath.
"Cock first, asshole later." Elliot smirked. Oh, Kurt was going to make him pay for that comment- look at him, all cocky standing there while Kurt was on his knees, thinking that he was the one in charge. Oh, Kurt was going to show him.
Without warning Kurt opened the back of his throat and dived down as far as he could onto Elliot's cock. He did it again, and again, breathing out as he did his best to deep throat. The sounds Elliot made above him distracted him and the faster he moved the easier it became.
"Fuck, Kurt, your incredible." Elliot's fingers released from Kurt's hair, allowing Kurt unimpeded movement. His fingers returned to stroking either side of Kurt's neck- that tenderness returning despite Elliot's dirty words.
"Fucking take my cock, don't stop. I fucking hate your hair; I just want to mess it up even more."
Kurt gave a warning growl around Elliot's cock, the vibrations made Elliot yowl.
"I'll mess it up so bad that everyone will know you've been fucking me- it'll be fucking sex hair, and fuck, I'll rip your shirt open too, I'll leave bite marks, not anywhere you can hide, right here." Elliot's finger jabbed into Kurt's neck. the thought of someone marking his skin made Kurt growl again. He growled hard and low, and he could feel Elliot's cock swell in response. He liked the vibrations, fucking riling Kurt up so he would growl, well, Kurt was going to do more than growl. He was going to moan, moan as he moved faster and faster. Kurt began to palm himself in his pants. He would get his release later, he could wait, waiting meant everything felt so much more intense when it happened.
"Kurt, baby, swallow me when I come… please." Nope, Kurt couldn't wait, what kind of monster had he become? Hearing Elliot beg like that, waiting Kurt to swallow, just the sheer desperation in his voice. And Kurt didn't slow down as he quickly unbuckled himself, grasped his cock and began to stroke himself hard and fast.
"Fuck, Kurt!" Elliot's hands grabbed Kurt's hair again and thrust his mouth down to Kurt's hand. It was as deep as Kurt could go and he could feel the thrill of Elliot's cock against his tight lips. Elliot was coming, releasing everything into the back of Kurt's throat.
Kurt's orgasm came over him fast- his entire abdomen burning hot then suddenly flooded with butterflies. He released himself right on the floor between Elliot's legs.
Kurt swallowed and pulled back, gasping. Above him Elliot was leaning against the wall, his chest heaving, eyes closed. His hand was still gently on Kurt's neck.
"When you started touching yourself, I was a goner." Elliot breathed as Kurt rose to his feet, tucking his shirt back into his pants.
"Look what' you've done to my hair." Kurt didn't need a mirror to know what it looked like, ends poking out on all directions- it was unredeemable sex hair.
"Looks good on you babe." Elliot teased as he corrected himself.
"Don't call me babe."
"We could have done that all last night." Elliot caught Kurt around the waist before he could leave the storage room.
"How could we when someone sends me the wrong address." Kurt tried not to be swept away by the warmth of Elliot down his back. Elliot's hand was clasped over Kurt's peck, a finger brushing over his nipple.
"Did you ever think that I might live in the apartments above the store?" Elliot whispered in Kurt's ear before planting a gentle kiss just behind on that soft skin.
"Then I'll see you there tonight, after the show." Kurt flung open the storage room door, on a mission to fix his damn hair.