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Warnings: explicit sex scene (individual warnings: Fellatio, mild orgasm denial, dirty talk, rimming, anal)
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Saturday night
"Breadstix?" Blaine asked as he parked the rental van in the restaurant's lot. Kurt was delighted at the prospect of FINALLY taking Blaine on a real date. He was determined it would be a real date because he was certain Blaine was in love with him too. You didn't just go to someone's estranged father's house with them and play songs about their dead brother and hold them after they had cried and stay for several more hours looking at embarrassing baby pictures of someone if you weren't in love with them.
So here they were.
Blaine was taking in the faded building that housed one of the only restaurants in Lima with curiosity.
"Is it like that Thai place where it doesn't look like much, but it's actually amazing?"
"God no. This place is mediocre at best."
Blaine turned to him. "Then why are we eating here?"
Kurt pursed his lips. This would probably sound so dumb and cheesy. "When I was a teenager, everyone brought their dates here," Kurt said, looking in Blaine's eyes so there was no mistaking his intentions. "Anytime I would come with my friends or family, I would fantasize about bringing a boy here and not being stared at like I was an abomination. I just never really got the chance to come here with someone I cared about in that way. Romantically. I guess I'm humoring teenage Kurt Hummel. So what do you say? Want to go eat some tolerable pasta with me?"
Blaine beamed at him and offered a hand. "I'd love to."
They walked into the restaurant hand in hand, definitely getting a few stares. Kurt wasn't sure if it was because he was holding hands with Blaine or because of the way he looked with his hair and pin-studded denim vest, but he didn't even care. He was sitting at Breadstix with a boy he very much cared about on an actual date. Which reminded him.
"This is a date, by the way," Kurt stated. He snapped a breadstick in half, took a bite, screwed his face up in disgust, and tossed it down.
Blaine looked unsure. "Kurt, I still haven't… I don't know exactly how to explain my situation."
Kurt held up his palms. "I meant what I said. The next move is completely yours. I just didn't want you to misconstrue what this means to me."
Blaine nodded and bit into a breadstick absently. He made a face which caused Kurt to burst out laughing.
"They are pretty awful huh?"
"Ugh. What is that?" He put it back.
Kurt shrugged. "Cardboard? Chalk? Who knows. So, since you got to see all my childhood pictures, I think I deserve to know more about young Blaine." He put his chin in his hand.
"What do you want to know?" Blaine asked as he dusted the dry breadstick crumbs from his hand. "I don't have pictures on me."
"I don't know. Didn't I hear you mention you had a brother?"
"Oh. Yeah, his name is Cooper. I actually was inspired by you today and texted him while we are at your family's house. We aren't exactly close, but I kind of want to change that."
"Why aren't you close?"
Blaine interlocked his fingers and put his chin on top. He was staring out the window, the evening light casting him in pale pink. A curl Kurt wanted to brush back hung over his forehead and he pushed his glasses up with a pinkie. Kurt had been admiring the fitted white shirt with thin blue stripes he wore that was nice, but also comfortable. He was beautiful.
"Cooper is… complex. I love the guy, but he's kind of self-absorbed. He's never treated me different, even when I came out." He thought of Cooper texting him earlier and a soft smile spread across his face. "I think it's just because he's eight years older than me. By the time I was old enough to really hang out with him, he was too cool for that. He hates our father, understandably so, but they fought a lot more than I did with him. He was sixteen when dad left. He had his own friends and his own life, so he didn't really want to pal around with his kid brother. He was never mean to me, not really, and he does care about me. He just… Well, for instance, when I was fourteen, I went to a school dance with a friend - a boy- and got the shit beat out of me. I transferred to Dalton and was safe there for about a year, but then dad got remarried and didn't want to continue to pay for the expensive tuition, so I went back the next year. Anyway, when I was in the hospital, mom came to see me a lot obviously, but she had to work too. I would beg Cooper to come home to see me. He was in LA by this time, living his life. He of course sympathized, but he was never there. Not like I wanted him to be. Maybe it was unfair for me to ask that of him, but it still hurt. So I just kind of let my end of the relationship drag and when the person who's trying stops…" He shrugged.
Kurt felt like needles were being driven into his heart. Had no one been there for Blaine in his entire life? Besides his own mother? The thought of someone putting their hands on Blaine infuriated him.
"God. That's… I'm sorry. What about your friend? Was he the guy you went to the dance with?"
Blaine's expression darkened. He looked down at his lap. "You probably don't want to hear about that. It's kind of depressing."
"You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to," Kurt said. "I was just curious because you told me once you didn't really have friends, but you are so friendly. It doesn't make sense."
Blaine shrugged. "I don't. It's easier that way. If you don't have any friends, they can't leave you."
Kurt frowned. Several things Blaine said made a lot more sense now. "That's really sad. I know this because I'm the same way. Only people just tend to irritate me."
"Fine, but you asked for this story," Blaine sighed. "My best friend Lee and I met at North Westerville. He was super outgoing and I'll admit I had a little crush on him at first. It kind of helped me understand I was definitely gay. However, I realized he was extremely straight and I let it go. I helped him with his girlfriends all the time and he was super cool when I came out to him.
"He wasn't hurt as badly as I was at the dance and he felt really guilty about it. We stayed close when I went to Dalton and then when I transferred back. All through high school, we talked about going to New York together and living together while we went to college. He told me he could actually be my wingman for a change." Blaine smiled faintly at the memories.
Kurt had a terrible feeling that he didn't want to hear what happened because Blaine spoke of the friendship in past tense. But he felt like Blaine needed to talk about it. He could relate to broken friendships, after all. He was trying really hard not to see the ghosts of a certain ex best friend of his everywhere he went in Lima.
"He moved to New York during the summer, but I didn't have the money so I was stuck with the dorm and moving right before classes started," Blaine continued. "We kept in touch for most of the summer, but he wasn't responding much by the end of it. I just figured he was busy getting ready for classes and stuff. Getting a job. I tried calling him and texting him when I moved, but I could never get ahold of him. We played a little bit of phone tag, but he never had much to say and eventually he just stopped. I wasn't sure if I had done something, but I knew I didn't. Lee did say he wasn't upset with me. It hurt when he started sending my calls to voicemail or leaving my texts unanswered. Then he posted a picture of him with some other guys he met in his classes and said he was with his 'best friends.' My previous title. He just kind of drifted away and it broke my heart. I don't know which was worse: being ignored or being forgotten." Blaine took a deep breath and tried for a smile. It didn't quite happen. "Sorry. I warned you it was depressing.
"Jesus, Blaine. That explains a lot." Kurt downed his tea wishing it was something stronger. He was trying not to drink heavily on this date so he didn't act like a horny asshole. Blaine deserved better than that. "Your dad, best friend, brother, and fiancé? Is there anyone who hasn't completely failed you?"
Blaine winced and Kurt immediately wished he could take the words back. "I told you it wasn't pretty. It's what I've been trying to say… Why I'm having such a hard time with…." He looked between the two of them. "I'm not trying to be a jerk or hurt your feelings. I just get so scared that I'll get too attached to someone and they will just end up leaving and it will destroy me. I already like you so much…" He sniffed and Kurt's heart sunk for the poor guy. "And it's unethical."
That surprised a little laugh out of Kurt. "Screw ethical." He scratched the back of his head. "Sorry I've been such a jerk. I didn't mean to make things worse."
Blaine dabbed his eyes on a cloth napkin. "You only made me really uncomfortable once and I slapped you."
They both laughed at that and Kurt reached across the table to take Blaine's hands. "Okay. No more crying and sad shit. Tonight we are having fun, just like we said earlier."
Blaine smiled finally and it was like the sun breaking through the clouds after a grey day. "Agreed. Fun." His eyebrows knit together. "Where should we go?"
"Ever been to Scandals?" Kurt asked with a mischievous grin.
Blaine's eyebrows furrowed further until realization dawned. "The gay bar?"
Kurt nodded.
"No. I was the opposite of a kid who snuck off to the gay bar, but I will admit I was always curious."
Kurt's smile was made of trouble. "Well then, let's humor teenage Blaine too."
So, I keep on damning the devil
And you keep on saying it's alright
Oh glory, I'm a believer
Oh Lord, I'm holding tight but
Wild horses, wild horses
Wild horses, run faster
Run faster, run faster
Wild horses, run faster
Run faster, run faster
"What are you drinking?" Kurt shouted over the music.
Someone had updated the bar a little with some new paint and better music, but they left the old paneling up. The place was giving Kurt all sorts of nostalgia. Some of the luster wore off when he used a legal ID instead of his old fake one though. Took some of the fun out of it.
"Oh nothing! I'm good!" Blaine shouted back as he took in the dingy space. "Maybe just some water!"
"I'll be the DD! Promise! I won't even drink!"
"I don't think you should be driving the rental!"
"Then we will get someone to pick us up! Come on!" Kurt used his best pouting face that Blaine always crumbled at.
"Fine! Just a beer!"
Kurt went and brought back a beer for Blaine and had Jack and Coke for himself. He was only going to drink a little, just so Blaine wouldn't feel uncomfortable, but he wouldn't drink much. He had promised Blaine. He didn't want him to think he was trying to take advantage of him either. He had worked too hard to screw it up now. He only had to refuse three old men who hit on him as he made his way back where Blaine was attempting to have a shout-conversation with a guy who was much younger than some of the others prowling around. Kurt could see it in his eyes. The guy definitely wanted Blaine. He could want until the world ended. Over Kurt's dead body. He was about to go scare the guy away when they both looked up at him. Blaine lit up, but his smiled flattened a bit when he saw the drinks. Kurt was about to reassure Blaine he wasn't a masochist like Elliott who made people do shots with him when the intruder screamed. Kurt stepped back.
"Oh my god! Please tell me you are actually Kurt Hummel from the Lima Losers or I'm going to lose my shit!"
"I think you already are, my guy," Kurt responded dryly when he screamed again. Kurt jumped and nearly spilled his drink.
"It is you! Oh my god! Can I please get a picture! My friends won't believe it! They are huge fans of you too! Oh! And maybe an autograph! I cannot believe my luck!"
Kurt obliged, not quite used to this type of attention. He had been recognized before of course, but that was in New York. People were usually more chill there. There was the meet-and-greet too, but he had expected that. That was an event people had driven to from all over. But here, in his hometown, he had fans. The town he had flipped off as he got out as fast as humanly possible. The town that had spurned him. He blinked.
"Uhhh…"
"I'll take the picture!" Blaine volunteered as he took the eager guy's phone and set his beer down. He had a giant goofy grin on his face. He was enjoying this. "Come on, Kurt! Set your cup down. Good. Now scoot in. Smile! Kurt, smile! Great. Okay… Now give Kurt bunny ears!"
"Yeah that's enough of that," Kurt said stepping away. "Um, did you want me to sign something?" He asked scratching his head.
The man nodded and started unbuttoning his shirt. "Sign my chest please! Right by the nipple! Oh my god! I love your music, man! This is so great! Thank you so much!"
Kurt smiled as he finished signing his name. "Thank you for the support. Have a great night."
After the guy ran out the door to probably get Kurt's name tattooed on himself, Blaine and Kurt sat down with their drinks at a little table.
"That was so cute," Blaine yelled with a grin as he took a sip of his beer.
"Shut up. He was a nice guy."
"I meant you!"
Was Blaine blushing a little?
Kurt sipped his sweating drink. "You think I'm cute?"
Blaine shrugged and looked away, but he was smiling. "Was that the first time that happened? You looked shocked."
"In Lima, yes. Shit, I didn't even ask the guy's name! He probably thinks I'm an asshole."
"You weren't. You very nicely took a picture with him and signed his titty. He's gonna have great memories of the encounter."
"Did you just say, titty?"
Blaine tipped his bottle over and sucked it down. He plunked it down empty, his face flushed. "We should dance! That first time we danced I thought I was going to come in my pants! Hey, that rhymed!"
Kurt's eyebrows flew up. "Blaine, we feeling okay? Did you- Did you drink that whole thing?"
"I decided to relax!" He spread his arms and stumbled a bit. "Another beer! Let's dance!"
He grabbed Kurt and drug him to the dance floor as the song changed to Lady Gaga. Kurt was amused at Blaine's tipsy exuberance, but he didn't want him to get sick. Maybe if they danced, he could burn some of the alcohol off. Also, he really wanted to dance with Blaine.
I'm gonna wear the tie
Want the power to leave you
I'm aiming for full control of this love (Of this love)
Touch me, touch me, don't be sweet
Love me, love me, please retweet
Let me be the girl under you that makes you cry
I wanna be that guy (G.U.Y.)
I wanna be that guy (G.U.Y.)
I wanna be that guy (G.U.Y.)
The girl under you, guy
Blaine began to dance a little erratically and Kurt had to stifle a lot of giggles. He was honestly so cute though and was twirling around and waving his hands in the air happily. He looked insane, but he was having a good time and trusting Kurt for the first time, letting his guard down.
Kurt had to chase away a few pushy men who tried to hit on them or dance on them, but overall they just had a good time dancing. By his sixth beer, Blaine was feeling great. They were both pretty sweaty at this point and Kurt had long since stopped drinking any alcohol and started drinking water.
Now don't come find me
I won't
Be here waiting
I so can do it alone
You're not worth staying
Weren't listening but now there's no way
you won't hear
There's a voice emerging in the night so
loud and clear
And I'Il turn it up like you turn me down
I'm not afraid
Hit play, hit play
It's the sound of walking away
Kurt leaned over to his ear. "Hey, let's chill with the beers, don't you think? I don't want you to get sick."
"Psh, I'm fine!" He spun around again. "I just want to live here! And make art!"
Kurt nodded, trying very hard not to smile. "So you want to move to Ohio?"
Blaine made a face, scrunching up his nose. "Nah. I wanna… Oh! Let's start a Scandals in New York! Then me and you can dance every night!" Blaine's hair had gotten very messy and his curls were spilling out all over as he shimmied and shook. His glasses sat askew on his face and his cheeks were still flushed. He caught Kurt's eyes and a smile slowly crept across his face, drying out Kurt's mouth. He wrapped his arms around Kurt's neck and he brought him down to his lips, kissing him deeply. Kurt was shocked, but he kissed Blaine back. Then his lips were gone and kissing up to his ear. Kurt's legs stopped working and all he could do was hold on to Blaine.
"Take me back to the hotel," Blaine whispered hotly into Kurt's ear. "Take me back and then we can do everything you've wanted to do since we met. Some guy gave you a blow job in the bathroom, remember? I could do that. I could do whatever you wanted me to do." He started kissing his neck and Kurt's eyes drifted closed. Blaine's lips on him, mouthing and biting and kissing was everything he had wanted for the longest time, Blaine was right. Now here he was, offering himself up on a silver platter, his hands slipping under Kurt's vest and pulling him closer. "I want you, Kurt. Let's just go to the hotel and let's do it. Please."
Kurt swallowed and pulled back from Blaine as a Brittany Spears song came on.
"Come with me."
"I'm not drunk," Blaine said as they sat in the rental van in the Lima Bean parking lot. It was 4:30 and they would be opening in about thirty minutes. Kurt had told him they could get something to eat, maybe some coffee and they could talk about what happened.
Except Blaine wasn't sure he wanted to talk about it anymore now that all his liquid courage was wearing away to his normal cowardly self.
Kurt lounged in the driver's seat, his eyes closed and his hands folded over his chest. He had a hickey on his neck. Blaine cringed. He had given Kurt a goddamn hickey like a teenager. His curse was he remembered everything when he drank. He never forgot the embarrassing things he did or say, which is part of why he didn't drink heavily. He was a lightweight. However, tonight had been so fun and he felt safe. Kurt said he would take care of him and he had, even refusing to give in to Blaine's advances while he was drunk. Blaine was so embarrassed.
"I'm really fine," he added to his previous declaration.
"Mhm," Kurt replied, eyes still closed.
He was hot and sticky and sweaty and wanted to pretend he didn't say all those things to Kurt. Oh god. He offered him a blow job. A blow job! He was dying inside. Of course Kurt was repelled by him. He had stupidly thrown himself at Kurt drunk and of course Kurt didn't want him. Although, he was sure it was mostly because Kurt was a decent guy underneath the asshole exterior who wouldn't take advantage of him that way. However, some small part of him thought maybe Kurt had changed his mind. He hadn't really said anything nasty all day. Oh my god. He had been conditioned to want vulgar things said to him constantly! He-
"I can literally hear your mind going a million miles an hour," Kurt said hoarsely. They had to yell a lot at the bar because the music was so loud and Kurt had lost his voice a bit. Oh no! He was supposed to do that interview tomorrow! Add professional disappointment to the list.
"Are you going to be okay?"
Kurt opened one eye and a half-grin tilted his mouth up. "I know it's crazy to think about, but I have had blue balls before. I usually just jerk off when I get home. Trust me, I'll be fine."
Blaine's neck and ears grew hot. "I wasn't talking about that, I meant your voice! You have Thad's podcast tomorrow…" He glanced at the clock. "Later today! Oh my god, I'm the worst producer ever! I've been so irresponsible!" He put his face in his hands, whimpering and shaking his head. He soon felt warm, calloused hands on his wrists, pulling them away. Kurt's face was very close to his face and after kissing him earlier he wasn't sure how much self control he had left. There was definitely no dignity.
"I was kidding. I'm the one who dragged us out this late, I'm the one who wanted to go to a bar, and I'm the one who told you to drink. Stop getting upset with yourself. You are a great producer. I just wanted to make sure you didn't get sick before I took you back. You can put some beer away without tossing your cookies. I'm low key impressed."
Blaine smiled a little at that. "I will be fine. I'm sorry about earlier when I… Um, threw myself at you."
Kurt was still holding his wrists, but he had relaxed his grip and was rubbing gentle circles along Blaine's hands. It made chills skitter through his body. The good kind.
"I understand. I'm pretty irresistible. No, hey, I'm kidding don't go!" He held on when Blaine tried to pull his hands away. "Seriously though, I want you too. Not sure if I've told you that ever, but you're pretty damn sexy."
Blaine rolled his eyes, but he was smiling.
"I just didn't want it to be like that when we…" Kurt wiggled his eyebrows in insinuation. "You know. Fuck."
Blaine snorted. "You know, the way you describe things is so articulate."
Kurt's smile widened. "Anyway, I just didn't want you to regret it or to feel like I took advantage of you." He smile turned into something more feral and his eyes darkened. "When we do get there, I want you completely sober. I want you to remember every single thing I do to you and every way I make you feel good. Because it will feel good, Blaine. I want you begging for it. Make no mistake, I wanted to do everything you were asking me and more, but not like that."
Blaine was leaning in, lips so close to Kurt's and eyes sliding shut as he sucked in shallow breaths when his hands were dropped. He was suddenly back over in his own seat, leaving Blaine a shivering, turned on mess.
"Kurt," he choked. "You can't just say that and expect me to be fine!"
"Looks like they're open!" Kurt said cheerfully and hopped out of the car.
"Kurt! You are such an asshole!"
They got their coffees and pastries, eating them along the way until they made it back to the hotel around 5:30. Conversation had been much lighter and they were both yawning by the time they shuffled down the hallway to their rooms.
"Well, Blaine. Glad to pop your Scandals cherry. It was fun and I had a great time. Thank you for the date."
Blaine scrubbed his hand through his hair with a tired smile. "I had fun too. Well, except for the part where I made a fool of myself."
Kurt playfully rolled his eyes and offered Blaine a high five which he reciprocated. Except instead of letting go, Kurt wove their fingers together and swung their joined hands between them. Blaine tried not to think about how much that move had been practiced to get it that smooth.
"You didn't make a fool of yourself," Kurt said as he looked into Blaine's eyes. "We've been over this. Now, I don't know about you, but I need a nap. You good?"
No. No he was not good. He knew what he wanted and it wasn't a nap. He wanted the exact same thing he had wanted on the sticky dance floor at Scandals, but he wasn't brave enough to ask again. He smiled to hide his longing.
"Oh, yeah. Yup. Me too. Super tired."
They stood there, hands interlocked for longer than they should have. Blaine watched the battle being fought behind Kurt's eyes and he prayed for the side that wanted him to win. If Kurt would ask him one more time… He would say yes. He should have been completely exhausted and spent, but maybe it was the coffee or he had gotten his second wind because Blaine had never felt more awake in his life. His heart thumped hard in his chest and in his ears. He couldn't breathe as he tightened his grip on Kurt's hand, willing him to invite him into his room with his eyes.
At first, he thought it had worked. Kurt's eyes slipped to Blaine's lips and then back to his eyes, a hungry look in them. But, true to his word, he backed off. His hand slipped from Blaine's and he tore his eyes away.
"Good night, or good morning rather. I'll see you later for the interview. Bye, Blaine."
He turned to go to his room and disappointment coursed through Blaine's body. He was leaving. They had this perfect night and then it was just over without getting what they both wanted? Maybe it was the emotional morning they had or the serious talks. Maybe it was the silly dancing or the teasing. Or maybe it was because Blaine decided for once in his life to not be a goddam coward and actually take what he wanted instead of letting things happen to him.
He caught Kurt's arm. The man turned around surprised.
"Wha— Mmph." Blaine surged up and kissed Kurt hard on the mouth. Kurt responded instantly and he grabbed both sides of Blaine's face. Blaine had Kurt's denim collar twisted tightly in his fists and sucked Kurt's tongue into his mouth like he had been dying to do since that one night at Bayard's. Kurt wasted no time backing Blaine up to the wall in the hallway and pushing him against it. Blaine's breath left him at the impact and he felt more drunk on this feeling than he had on alcohol all night. The way Kurt held him and kissed him was intoxicating and he knew he had to have it, consume it, and let it consume him.
"Come to my room," he rasped in between devouring each other's mouth. "Please. I know what I want and I want you. Kurt, please. This is me begging."
Kurt growled and yanked Blaine off of the wall before shoving him toward the door to his room. Then his chest was pressed to Blaine's back and his fingers were gripping Blaine's hips and he bit his earlobe. "Open the fucking door. Now."
Blaine could only take shallow breaths as he fumbled the card and finally got it to go in. Only then Kurt was licking down his neck and into the collar of his shirt and he forgot to turn the handle when the light turned green and it locked again. Kurt chuckled darkly in his ear.
"This will work a lot better if we are inside your room, sweetheart. Try again."
Blaine hurried to comply and finally got the door open. They stumbled in, still trying to stay connected by their lips while shutting the door and removing shoes. Kurt pulled off his shirt and vest while Blaine did the same and started removing his pants. Kurt huffed out a little laugh and sat down on the bed. He was trying to catch his breath.
"I have to unstrap these boots. I can't just slip them off. Not great for frantic sex, huh?"
Blaine smiled and padded over to him, still in his underwear. He pushed his hands away and kneeled in front of him. Kurt's eyes went wide.
"What are you-"
"I'm helping you take off your boots. Can I do it? Please?"
Kurt bit his lip and nodded while Blaine took one booted foot into his lap, slowly running his hand up and then popping each of the clasps. He kept his eyes on Kurt's while he did it, enjoying how turned on the singer was getting. Kurt watched him ravenously, his fingers digging into the bed as Blaine loosened each strap and jerked his boot off completely. Then once his boots were off, he peeled off his socks and kissed up Kurt's pant leg.
"Get your ass up here," Kurt ground out through gritted teeth. Blaine did and yelped when he was shoved down onto the bed and kissed fiercely. Blaine pulled him down harder on top of himself and dug his nails into Kurt's back. He bucked his hips into Kurt's and groaned in satisfaction when he got friction. Kurt broke away and slithered down Blaine's body. He was still wearing his underwear that he got too distracted to take off, but Kurt started pulling them down.
"Kurt?"
"You're going to like this, trust me," he answered as he peeled them off the rest of the way and licked his lips at Blaine, naked and hard on the bed beneath him. His cock slapped his belly and he wanted to touch himself so bad, but he waited for Kurt to decide what to do with him. "Look at you, so beautiful for me. God, you make me so fucking hot, Blaine." He pumped him once, slowly and Blaine felt white hot pleasure shoot through him. He writhed and arched up off the bed, clutching the sheets beneath him. "What do you think? Want to feel what the back of my throat feels like?" Kurt asked, his voice like silk.
Blaine nodded. "Oh god, yes. Please. Anything you want."
Kurt chuckled and sat up on his knees. "Now, now. It's what you want too." He wiggled out of his pants and Blaine thought he was going to black out at how his late night fantasies were being acted out right in front of him, better than he had hoped or dreamed. "So tell me what you want." He dropped back down to his hands and knees now naked, crawling up over Blaine and then dropping to kiss him slowly. Their legs brushed as he straddled Blaine's lap, his hand sliding down to grip him again and Blaine moaned into Kurt's mouth. After he kissed him breathless, Kurt sat back and stilled his hand.
"Tell me."
"I- I don't know. You, Kurt. I just want you. I don't care what we do or how we do it, but I just want you." Blaine could hear how desperate he sounded, but he couldn't find it within himself to be ashamed. Not with the way Kurt was looking at him like he wanted to consume him whole.
With another deep kiss, Kurt sat up and and got in between Blaine's legs. "I think I know what to do. You've been curious about this, right?" He stuck out his studded tongue and Blaine gulped as Kurt lightly scratched his nails down Blaine's bare thighs.
"Yes," he whimpered.
"You want to know what it feels like, don't you?"
Blaine nodded. "Yes." It was barely more than a whisper, but Kurt heard him because he leaned down to lick a stripe up Blaine's rock hard cock. The round ball on Kurt's tongue glided across the skin and shot intense pleasure up Blaine's spine.
"Fuck, Kurt!"
He smiled, tongue still slowly dragging up Blaine's dick until he crested the head and rubbed it into his hole at the tip. The string of curses that came from Blaine's mouth were filthy and he had no idea where he had heard them, but there they were, spewing from his mouth as he writhed beneath Kurt. He sucked one of Blaine's balls into his mouth, then the other, the little ball on his tongue in conjunction with the warm wetness of his mouth was almost enough to send Blaine into orbit.
Kurt sat up a little and traced a finger down Blaine's chest and stomach. He shivered in response and Kurt laughed darkly. "I noticed how much you like it when I touch you. Just the slightest touch and you are practically sobbing. So sensitive. So responsive." He pressed harder as he grazed Blaine's nipple and he cried out.
The word sensitive had been used to describe Blaine before, but in a negative context. Not with eyes lit up in excitement and desire as if it was something be revered. It only served to make him want Kurt more.
Kurt traced the finger back up to Blaine's chest, neck and then stopped at his lips. Blaine kissed it. Kurt gave a pleased grunt and curled the finger into Blaine's mouth. He wasn't sure why, but he sucked the finger in anyway and allowed Kurt to push it in and pull it out teasingly. He would let Kurt do anything to him at this point. All the while, Kurt's other hand was busy ghosting touches all over Blaine's body and his tongue would lick him slowly, dragging over the veins and head of his dick.
Soon the finger was pulled from his mouth, glistening with saliva and Kurt grinned wickedly as he bent back over Blaine's straining cock. "You're going to want to come, but don't." He winked and suddenly sunk down on Blaine again and he fisted the bed sheets.
"Oh my god! Yes, Kurt. Please, oh suck my dick. That feels amazing!"
Kurt swallowed him down, the sucking pressure and warmth combined with the stud and his tongue flicking everywhere made Blaine see stars. Kurt doubled his efforts and Blaine felt his orgasm coming on fast. His legs began to shake and he sucked in shallow breaths right as Kurt pulled off. Blaine blinked and sat up a little.
"Wha-"
"I told you you can't come yet. I'm not done making you feel good."
Blaine noticed now how Kurt was sweating and had one hand behind him. It was accompanied by a squelching sound and lust shot through him like a flame. So that's what he needed his finger wet for.
"Are you stretching yourself?"
Kurt nodded with a little grin. He started licking and kissing Blaine's chest.
"Let me," Blaine said and then sucked air through his teeth when Kurt's studded tongue flicked over his nipple. He licked his lips suggestively. "I want to do it."
Kurt considered this and sat up on his knees again. Blaine tried very hard to keep his eyes on Kurt's and not let them slide his body. He failed.
"Where's your lube?" Kurt asked.
Despite being fully naked and the recipient of a blow job, Blaine blushed at that and leaned over to the dresser by the bed. He pulled the bottle out.
Kurt clicked his tongue. "Oh, someone's been naughty this trip."
Blaine popped open the cap of the half empty bottle, still pink. "I just like to be prepared."
"Then why's it half gone? Been sneaking boys up to your room?"
Blaine gasped at that. "No! I use it for myself." He sat up a little on his elbows.
Kurt leaned over and kissed him. "I know. I was only teasing. Got condoms in there?"
Blaine nodded and bent over to retrieve one.
"What got you so hot and bothered that you need to bring lube with you?" Kurt asked as he drew little patterns along Blaine's skin in a very distracting way.
"You," Blaine said boldly as he set the condom on the top. He looked right in Kurt's bright eyes. "You always are saying things that give me ideas… I always think of you doing things to me or me doing things to you. I've always wanted you too, but I couldn't."
Kurt pushed him back down to the bed gently with two fingers. "Well, let's make that happen." He crawled over Blaine and flipped, settling with his ass in Blaine's face, his legs on either side of his chest and began lapping at Blaine's dick again.
Blaine moaned and quickly got the idea, squirting some lube across his fingers before spreading apart Kurt's cheeks. They felt perfect in his hands and he squeezed a little, enjoying the way Kurt was sucking him again. It was hard to pay attention, but he knew he wanted to make sure Kurt was prepared well enough. He tentatively licked Kurt and the man on top of him moaned happily which in turn made Blaine moan because of the way the vibrations felt on him. He began to finger Kurt, stretching and massaging while alternating licking and sucking as Kurt swallowed around Blaine's dick, keeping him hard and wanting, but backing off when he got too close to the edge. Blaine was pretty sure he was going to die. However, he was pleased at the sounds Kurt was making because of him. He was licking into him, massaging him with his tongue and gently continuing to stretch him.
He was about to come again and trying to hold off when Kurt stopped despite his groan of frustration. He laughed and flipped around to kiss Blaine once again, tasting each other. Blaine cupped the back of Kurt's head and they kissed languidly for a bit, but soon the kissing became more needy.
"Kurt…"
"I know." He ripped the condom open with his teeth and rolled it onto Blaine's dick. He grunted at the feeling of being touched again and how Kurt stroked his balls. Then he squirted some more lube over the condom and hovered over Blaine, just drinking him in.
"Please, Kurt. I want you…"
Kurt smiled and slowly eased down on him while gripping Blaine's shoulder with one hand and holding Blaine's cock with the other. Blaine helped Kurt who had his eyes pinched shut uncomfortably.
"Are you okay?" Blaine asked as he rubbed Kurt's arms. "Did I not stretch you enough?"
Kurt shook his head, eyes still closed and grabbed the base of his dick. "Nope, just trying not to come. You don't know how turned on I am." He was holding his breath. "You are bigger than I thought."
Blaine grinned and massaged Kurt's thighs that were bracketing his hips. He was trying not to move when it was all he wanted to do. "Serves you right for teasing me so long. I'm probably not going to last long, just so you know."
Kurt opened his eyes and another wicked grin spread across his face. "You will come when I let you," he said making Blaine shiver again. He bounced once and Blaine's smile disappeared as a cry ripped out of him.
"Oh my god you feel so perfect."
"You like this?" He jerked his hips and Blaine arched back.
"Fuck! Yes! Oh my god please."
"Please do what?" Kurt bucked his hips, slowly easing back and forth.
"Please, ride me. Oh my god, fuck me Kurt!" He dug his fingers into Kurt's thighs and gave him a challenging look. "Fuck me until I scream. That's what you wanted right? For me to scream?"
Kurt growled and started bouncing up and down so fast the bed slapped against the wall. Blaine was holding onto him for dear life and moaning his pleasure as Kurt rode him into the mattress.
Just because he liked to torture him, Kurt slowed down and slowly fucked him, one arm on the headboard and one bracing himself on Blaine's chest. Blaine watched how Kurt's expression changed from smug to desperate and sweat droplets skimmed down his face. His cheeks were flushed with exertion, a pretty pink against the paleness of him and his eyes almost an electric blue. His arms and abs flexed with each movement, mesmerizing Blaine and the way his ass gripped his dick made Blaine arch up off of the bed over and over again. Simultaneously, he wanted to come and for it to never be over, just staying in this moment forever.
Kurt started sliding up and down faster again and Blaine suddenly had the strong urge to see Kurt come. He wanted to give him as much pleasure as he had been given and he gripped Kurt's ass, using it as leverage and started thrusting up into him. Up until now, he had been letting Kurt have his way, just responding to everything, but now he actively tried to find the spot that would make Kurt lose his mind. He pushed in deeper and Kurt made a strangled noise of approval.
"Blaine," Kurt panted as he started working his hips with Blaine, chasing his orgasm. "Yes, don't stop. Right- fuck right there. Don't stop. Blaine."
Blaine gripped him tighter and fucked up into him. He grabbed Kurt's dick and stroked a few times before Kurt was digging his fingers into Blaine's shoulders, his mouth open in a noiseless cry. This went on for what seemed like hours, Blaine drinking in every second and gleaning pleasure from it like it was his own release.
Blaine sat up, carefully putting a slack Kurt on his back and then grabbing his hips again. He pushed in, Kurt moaning at the feeling and held his legs up as he chased his own orgasm. Kurt watched his face lazily, his tiredness from their long night and the delicious orgasm starting to overtake him. Blaine went faster, the edge so close as his hips and balls slapped against Kurt's ass.
"Come, Blaine. Come for me and let me see how pretty you look."
The command sent him careening over the edge and he screamed through his teeth as it slammed into him. His hips stuttered and stopped as he filled the condom and finally collapsed the wrong way in his bed with Kurt. He hissed when Kurt pulled the condom off and threw it away, sleepiness coming on him fast. Then he was being covered up with the blanket and tender kisses were being pressed to his sweaty forehead, cheeks, then lips.
"You were supposed to come first, you little shit," Kurt whispered into Blaine's drenched hair. "But that was fucking amazing."
Blaine smiled and kissed Kurt back when he felt lips touch his. "I got tired of waiting." He snuggled up into Kurt's chest and felt arms wrap around him tightly. Now that he was sated and warm cuddled with Kurt, sleep was beginning to swallow him up in its embrace. Just before he succumbed to it, Blaine heard three words spoken like a prayer that would change everything.
"I love you."
*songs used:
-Wild Horses by Bishop Briggs
-G.U.Y. by Lady Gaga
-Sound of Walking Away by ILLENIUM & Kerli
We do not own music used*