"I'm sorry if it's a little messy." Blaine opened the door to his apartment for Kurt who stepped inside eagerly. The apartment was small but well organised. Everything was in its place except for the kitchen table. That was covered in study books and note pads. Pens and highlighters were scattered everywhere. Kurt eyed them. Psychology books. He noted Blaine's neat hand writing on his notepad. He had stopped mid-sentence, a page laying open beside it.
"Perhaps you do need a study buddy." Kurt mused. He hoped he didn't sound as nervous as he was. Blaine stared at him from the kitchenette, drinking in the sight of the milk-skinned boy in his apartment.
"I wasn't lying. I get terribly distracted. Can I get you something to drink?" Blaine knew to take his time. Kurt wasn't someone who you just rushed to bed. In fact, even if they just spent the entire night talking, Blaine would have been satisfied. At least they could carry a continuous conversation without interruption.
"Whatever your having, please." Kurt was reading his books. He chewed his lip as he read, it was adorable. Blaine wanted to know how is face looked when he came. He had seen it once, at the night in the club, but that was from far away. Blaine wanted to see it close, hear his name again. Just thinking about it sent him erect. He waited a moment for everything to settle before brining two glasses over. He couldn't stuff this up with Kurt, he really liked this boy.
"Learning something?" Blaine slipped beside him and rested a chin on his shoulder. Kurt turned his cheek and nuzzled into him. He could feel Kurt's body relax into his. Blaine's mind conjured the image of rolling his hands down Kurt's pants then and there, over his study books, bend him over and fuck him there.
"I'm learning that you're really smart." Kurt felt Blaine's breath chuckle behind his ear. Blaine was breathing in the rosy smell of Kurt's cologne, which still managed to linger on his throughout the night.
"Smart, you say? Usually people add the arse to the end of that comment." He let his tongue lick Kurt's soft skin before stepping back into the living room. He wanted to hear more about Kurt and took a seat on the couch, expecting Kurt to follow.
"You know, you can sit down." Blaine was confused as to why Kurt was still standing. Did he want to leave? Perhaps Blaine had been too forward. Quickly he added. "We don't have to do anything tonight, I mean, it would be nice to just talk to you, if that's what-"
"Blaine." Kurt relaxed with a giggle. He gestured down to his clothes, covered in drying paint. "I just don't want to get any paint on your furniture."
"Oh." Blaine blushed, embarrassed for being so oblivious.
"I can, um, get you a change of clothes, would you like a shower?" The thought of Kurt naked in his shower knocked the wind from Blaine's chest. That angelic body under the hot water, paint washing away to reveal the canvas beneath.
"A shower would be nice." Blaine rose from the couch and was by Kurt's side in an instant.
"Right this way, m'lady." Blaine's shower was through his bedroom. The double bed was made with port coloured sheets and the decor was simple and modern, with grey walls and two small bedside tables. One housed a lamp, and the other was stacked with books. These books, however were for pleasure, not study, Kurt tried to read the titles, but they were too far away. The bathroom was small but well stocked with hair gel. Kurt felt giddy. Blaine was no longer some dreamy crush at the bar, he was a person, a gorgeous, person with all his complexities and desires and Kurt wanted to know everything.
"I'll get you a towel." Blaine flustered his words. Was he nervous? "Um, I can give you some privacy, if you like." Naturally Blaine was a gentleman, more so tonight than ever.
"I want you to wash me." Kurt's words came fast. Seeing Blaine bent down to the cupboard, his black t-shirt rising as he stretched. He paused like that, at Kurt's words. How did Kurt make his soft voice sound so sexy?
Blaine's gentleman-self disappeared, and he was flush against Kurt in an instant, tugging Kurt free from his shirt, kissing deeply and forgetting to breath. They had to break for Kurt to free himself of his shirt. Blaine took that moment to appreciate Kurt's subtle pecks and tight tan nipples.
"You need a wash too, I've gotten paint on your neck." Kurt rolled a thumb over the smear of green paint and looked down at Blaine's clothing. He realised there were paint patches all over him. "I hope that washes out."
"Oh Kurt." Blaine bit his own lip. "You are adorable." He pulled his painted shirt above his head. Kurt looked like he was on the verge of coming. His slender hands danced over Blaine's body hungrily. Every touch was like an electric shock on his skin; brilliant and exciting.
"Your shoulders…" Kurt kneaded his hands deep into the muscle beneath his neck, dipping his thumbs into the little triangles behind his collar bones, then down his biceps.
"Credit goes to the chin-up bar." Blaine reached over and turned on the shower. "Now, how am I meant to wash you when you are wearing these." Blaine knelt and pressed kisses against Kurt's hip bones, unbuckling that belt. While he did so, he intentionally brushed his knuckles over Kurt's incredibly obvious erection. He could hear Kurt suck in a breath and whimper above him. Kurt stepped free of his pants. It was just his peacock blue underwear left. Blaine was about to remove that last item of clothing when he heard Kurt speak with a crack in his voice.
"Blaine?"
"Yes?" He rose to his feet. Kurt was blushing bright red. He was nervous. Blaine was charmed by the sight.
"I am, I mean, apart from what happened at the club, I haven't done anything else." Kurt was stammering his words. "I'm a virgin." Blaine ran a hand through the back of Kurt's hair, making him look into his eyes. Blaine's eyes were kind.
"I bet this feels very different from the club?"
"Yes, it does. I know that sounds silly." Kurt avoided Blaine's gaze, shifting nervously.
"It's not silly at all." Oh God, Blaine wanted to bundle him up and whisk Kurt away forever. Instead he settled for a tight embrace. "Let me take care of you, Kurt." That was all the encouragement Kurt needed. He felt Kurt's hands release his jean's buttons and a hand slipped in between them. That hand rolled up and down Blaine's cock through the fabric of his underwear, teasing his shaft, testing the fell of his balls. Blaine let Kurt take his time, enjoying the sensation of his hand through cotton but desperately wanting more.
Slowly, he rolled his hands down Kurt's back, gripped that small tight ass and slipped Kurt's underwear down passed his knees. It was then that Blaine took a step back. He wanted to see all of Kurt. He smiled seeing the mess of paint across that flawless skin, until his eyes met Kurt's hips. His cock stood erect, sleek and long with a heavy purple head. His balls were tight beneath.
"Kurt." Blaine groaned. "get into that shower so I can wash ever inch of you."
"You forgot something." Kurt giggled but they were already under the water, Blaine wasn't listening, already crushing Kurt's body against his. The water beat down on them and steam filled the air. Kurt continued to giggle until Blaine realised why. Kurt's hands tugged at a pair of soaking wet elastic still around Blaine's hips.
"Oh." Kurt tugged Blaine free from his cotton confines. His finger's traced Blaine's thick veins and wrapped a hand around him. The gentle testing tug Kurt gave made Blaine roll his eyes back in his head. "Oh, yes Kurt." Kurt looked down at the thick shaft he was holding, his fingers gently tracing the rim of Blaine's head. Blaine was enticed by Kurt's touch. He liked the way Kurt took the time to caress the tender space between Blaine's legs. He was feeling, appreciating, experiencing more than just a quick sexual rush. There would be nothing quick about tonight.
The boys kissed under the spray of the shower. "Now, didn't you want me to wash you?" Blaine reached for the shampoo and began with Kurt's hair, massaging his temples and the back of his neck. Kurt closed his eyes and let his mouth open with relaxation. Blaine tugged at Kurt's lip gently and slowly scrubbed every speck of paint from Kurt's neck, his shoulder, arms, between his fingers, kissing every knuckle on each hand and slipping the last finger into his mouth, licking and sucking, teasingly.
Kurt's eyes wide as he watched his fingers being taken into Blaine's mouth. Blaine grinned and grazed his teeth against him as he pulled out and returned to washing Kurt's torso. He turned Kurt around and scrubbed down his back, running a slow finger teasingly down his spine, then spun him to lick clean each small hard nipple.
"You really have managed to get yourself dirty, haven't you?" Blaine mused, a particularly stubborn streak of pink paint just above his belly button.
"With you in the shower with me, it's a very good incentive to get messy."
"Kurt, can you promise me something?" Blaine was on his knees with a sly smile grazing Kurt's thigh.
"What is it?" There was a cheeky smile in his eyes, those lips were a breath away from Kurt's aching cock.
"When I blow you, try not to say anyone else's name."
"Blaine!" Kurt half laughed, half gasped because Blaine's lips swallowed Kurt's cock and began ducking up and down his pulsing shaft. Blaine steadied Kurt against the shower wall, looking up at the pleasure on his face. Oh, it was so much better up close. Blaine moved faster, hollowing his cheeks and letting his tongue flick Kurt's wide head. Each tongue flick sent a whimper from those parted lips. Blaine drew out his movements, taking his time, pulling and pushing Kurt closer and closer to orgasm, letting his tongue run rings, finding the place Kurt responded to best. It was just below his slit.
"Blaine, yes, Blaine, oh, fuck." Kurt opened his eyes and raked a hand through Blaine's gel-less curls. He wanted to tell him how close he was, how opening his eyes and seeing Blaine looking up at him like that was what brought him over the edge. He tried saying all those things, but it came out as gasp as if he was coming up for air. His hips thrust instinctively into Blaine who steadied him with sure hands. Blaine didn't release his pressure around Kurt but moved gently through his orgasm. Kurt's cock pulsed with those subtle movements, feeling his orgasm resonate and tingle down his cock and clench in his pelvis.
Blaine popped Kurt's cock from his mouth, letting the water was away his cum. He kissed Kurt's head a few more times before rising to his feet.
"Oh Blaine." Blaine wrapped Kurt into his arms, turned the water off and lead his wide-eyed lover from the shower.
"Speechless, are we?"
Kurt nodded, dazed. His fingers were exploring again, wandering his fingertips over the ripples of Blaine's chest. Blaine rubbed the towel through Kurt's hair and down his body, wrapping it around both their waists and pushing their hips together.
"You're still hard." Blaine raised his eyebrows, impressed. Kurt responded by rocking his cock against Blaine's.
"Take me to bed, Blaine. Please, take me, take all of me." Kurt breathed, wrapping himself tighter around Blaine. Blaine responded by picking Kurt up with ease, letting his legs wrap around his hips. He carried him across and lay him down gently onto the sheets. Kurt's legs remained wrapped around Blaine, but Blaine pushed himself up on his elbows. Now it was his turn to study Kurt, kissing his cheeks, his neck, his lips gently. His favourite part of Kurt were his hips, the ride of that pelvic bone narrowing down into a V towards his upwards cock.
"Um, Blaine?"
"Yes, my dear?" Blaine watched as Kurt's face furrowed with nerves. He kissed those creases away, waiting for Kurt to speak.
"How can I make you come?"
"You have no idea how much I find your awkwardness endearing."
"Blaine!" Kurt pinched his cheek in retaliation. The boy's tumbled, rolling Kurt on top.
"I love the way you feel on top of me." Blaine relished the pressure over his hips, the way Kurt grabbed his wrists and pinned them up beside his head. It was strange the way Kurt could go from sheepish and shy, to revealing that instinctive urge for pleasure. It kept Blaine on his toes.
"You didn't answer my question." Kurt purred, rolling his body down, leaving no part of Blaine untouched.
"Kurt, I'm yours, I want your first time to be everything you've dreamed of." Kurt blushed a little at the word dream. Blaine raised an eyebrow. "Why does something tell me there have been dreams?" Kurt's blushed cheeks make his face heavy and he buried it into Blaine's collar in embarrassment. It was all the confirmation Blaine needed. "Oh, I bet they were really dirty too." He teased. Kurt tried to kiss him to be quiet, but Blaine avoided his lips and rolled free of Kurt's body. They wrestled and Blaine pinned Kurt down in an instant.
"I see why Sam beat you so easily. You're terrible at this."
"Blaine, stop!" God! it was like deja-vu, at least Blaine was far sexier than anyone else he had wrestled with.
"Not until you tell me your dreams." Blaine's fingers brushed the sensitive skin across Kurt's ribs. Kurt had had so many dreams since he had first laid eyes on Blaine it was difficult to remember them all.
"Well, we've already done one of them."
"Did we now? Did I live up to your expectations?" Blaine rocked his cock across the crest of Kurt's ass teasingly.
"Better." Kurt turned himself around to face Blaine. He bit his lips before he spoke "Blaine, I want to know what it feels like to be inside of you." Kurt's request made Blaine clench his abdomen with desire. He leant down to whisper something in Kurt's ear.
"That was one of my dreams."
there will be a sexy times part two. I thought I would tease you and split the scene up.
