As the song ended, Blaine ground his pelvis roughly against Kurt's, delighted when Kurt moaned. He could feel the taller boy stiffening against him, so he did it again, a satisfied grin on his face.
"Beautiful. Beautiful," Artie said, voice booming through the already loud room. "Who's ready for another song?"
Kurt fought back a whine at the sudden distance between their bodies. He watched as Blaine gave him a smug smile before turning his attention toward the DJ. He did that on purpose, Kurt realized. That was part of his plan. He grinned to himself as he took a step forward and ground his own pelvis against Blaine's ass. Normally, he would be embarrassed doing something like that. But, if Blaine wanted to play dirty, Kurt had no problem responding in kind.
"How about some electronica music?" Artie asked. Without waiting for a response, he turned on the song.
Blaine was surprised. Did Kurt really just do that? he thought to himself. Yes. Yes, he did. So, instead of turning to slow dance with his date as a few of the couples nearby were doing, Blaine turned around and began to do a slow grind of his ass against Kurt's crotch, arms above his head, loving the reaction he was getting.
"You're the sky that I fell through
And I remember the view whenever I'm holding you
The sun hung from a string
Looking down on the world as it warmed over everything"
Kurt was surprised by this turn of events. He'd known he was inviting it by grinding on Blaine like that, but he'd expected the other man to want to slow dance again. What he'd been doing before was hott, and Kurt had loved it. Not that he didn't love this. His reactions were just harder to control this way, and Blaine knew it. He had to know it. Otherwise, he would not be having this much fun turning Kurt on.
As incredibly fucking hot as this is, Blaine thought to himself, I'm going to have to be careful. I'm in very dangerous territory, but damn, does his dick feel good. He continued his slow grind for a few more beats, careful to monitor how far he was pushing himself.
"Chills run down my spine as our fingers entwine
And your sighs harmonize with mine
Unmistakably I can still feel your heart
Beat fast when you dance with me"
As the beat softened a bit, Blaine spun around, pressing his pelvis to Kurt's so he could feel how turned on he was. Leaning forward just a bit, he hissed into Kurt's ear, "You're so hot," before leaning back, continuing to dance close enough for their erections to touch.
"Oh. My. God," Kurt choked out, desperate for some relief. I don't think I've ever been this turned on in my entire life. Damn it! He bit his bottom lip as he concentrated on making tiny movements with his hips, careful not to rub against Blaine too much. He was afraid that he was going to cum in his pants, something completely undignified for a man employed by Vogue.
A wicked grin grew on Blaine's face, and he ground hard against Kurt for a few beats before taking a tiny step back, putting his hands on Kurt's hips, and turning the taller boy around.
"We got older and I should have known
(Do you feel alive?)
That I'd feel colder when I walk alone
(Oh, but you'll survive)
So I may as well ditch my dismay
(Bombs away Bombs away)"
Now Kurt could feel Blaine's erection rubbing against his ass cheeks, and all he wanted to do was shove this strange boy into a dark corner of the bathroom and have his way with him. He was so close to cumming, and he couldn't. He shouldn't. He didn't even care who might notice the very pronounced bulge in his slacks. He didn't care about anything. All that mattered was dancing with this very hott, very dirty, sexy as hell man and not blowing his load.
Blaine could see Kurt breathing hard. He must be concentrating. He's barely dancing at all, Blaine thought. Slowly, he edged closer to Kurt 'til he could stand on tiptoe and whisper in his ear, "Are you okay?"
Kurt nodded. "Fine," he gritted out. "Just...incredibly...turned on." He tried to smile at Blaine over his shoulder, but when he moved, Blaine's dick rubbed across his ass, and he had to turn back. That was too close, he worried.
Quick as lightning, Blaine's mouth was on Kurt's neck, right at the tender spot where his neck and shoulder met. Blaine kissed his skin then sucked it into his mouth, lightly biting at the skin before letting go and turning Kurt back around to face me. "Just look at my face," he instructed, panting a bit. "I'll make sure you don't let go." He grinned at his date again.
"Circle me and the needle moves gracefully
Back and forth, if my heart was a compass you'd be North
Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall
Wherever you go, if my heart was a house you'd be home"
Instead of putting his hands around Kurt's neck as he normally would, Blaine planted his hands on Kurt's hips, keeping them swaying lightly to the beat of the music. The flirtatious side of him wanted to see how much further he could push Kurt, but something inside of him told him that Kurt needed him to take care of him instead. So, he kept a small distance between them to satiate his date.
Kurt breathed a small sigh of relief, placing his own hands on Blaine's hips, still not able to relax but thankful that Blaine was trying to help. There was a merciful bit of distance between them, and only when someone bumped into them would their pelvises grind into one another again. Each accidental touch was worse than the last, and Kurt spent most of his time staring into Blaine's beautiful, hazel eyes. He wanted to remember those eyes, though he hoped they'd always be there for him to look into. He watched as Blaine closed his eyes, a tiny smile of pleasure lighting up his face. I want to remember that smile, too, Kurt realized. I want to remember everything about him.
"It makes me smile because you said it best
I would clearly feel blessed if the sun rose up from the west
Flower balm perfume, all my clothes smell like you
Cause your favorite shade is navy blue"
Kurt stared at Blaine's lips as they continued to dance. He wanted to remember those perfect, pink, cupid's bow lips. The corners were turned up with the hint of a smile, and Blaine looked so cute that way, so relaxed, his long lashes laying softly against his beautiful cheeks. Kurt couldn't help himself. He leaned forward just a bit to whisper, "Beautiful," in Blaine's direction.
Blaine stirred, letting his eyes flutter open in that intentionally provocative way that he knew made other men crazy. He smiled at Kurt, a real smile this time, and ground his hips against Kurt's. When Kurt moaned, he leaned forward and whispered, "That was beautiful."
"I walk slowly when I'm on my own
(Do you feel alive?)
Yeah, but frankly I still feel alone
(Oh, but you'll survive)
So I may as well ditch my dismay
(Bombs away Bombs away)"
Kurt found that it was hard to breathe. Blaine was keeping a slight, gentle pressure on his erection now, but it wasn't unpleasant or overbearing. It almost felt...nice, and Kurt sort of hoped that he wouldn't stop. But, the way Blaine was looking at him, like he was the center of the universe, the only thing that mattered in the room full of dancing, swaying people made him feel something so much more intense than he ever had before.
Blaine could tell that Kurt was enjoying this. They were barely dancing now, but he didn't mind. He liked the feeling of Kurt's hips swaying against his hands. It felt intimate, something Blaine wasn't used to. But, he loved it.
"Circle me and the needle moves gracefully
Back and forth, if my heart was a compass you'd be North
Risk it all cause I'll catch you if you fall
Wherever you go, if my heart was a house you'd be home
If my heart was a house, you'd be home"
As the music swelled toward the end, Blaine realized something. I want to kiss him. He'd never cared that much about it before, but this time, it was important. He wanted Kurt to be his soulmate, so nothing had ever mattered as much as this first kiss with this beautiful boy. He felt his heart racing faster, his breath coming slower, and his blood ringing in his ears. This was it. He could feel something pulling him closer and closer to Kurt's beautiful lips.
As soon as Blaine began to move in, bit by bit, Kurt felt a pull toward the curly-haired boy. His eyes landed on Blaine's lips, and he sucked in a breath, his lips puckering just slightly. He leaned in, slowly, slowly, hungry for the kiss.
Then, their lips were nearly touching, and both boys closed their eyes tight, preparing for the fireworks that they hoped were about to explode when they finally met in a soft, slow kiss.