Guess who is getting hotel sex?
That's right, you are! You, my faithful readers, are getting hotel sex in this chapter. The long-awaited hotel sex. The hotel sex of greatness. The almighty hotel sex.
I may or may not be taking out some of my own personal sexual frustration on this story, which is why this chapter is almost one hundred percent unadulterated naughtiness.
Okay, I'm done now. Read about sexy boys in hotels now.
~Sexy boys whom I do not own in hotels which I also do not own~
The ride to the hotel takes nearly two hours due to traffic, but neither of the boys seems to mind. After a while, they start up conversation, Kurt telling Blaine all about his trip to the mall and every little thing that pops into his mind. Blaine can't help but think how natural their relationship is, where they can sit in silence and it won't be awkward, or Kurt can talk nonstop with no response from Blaine and it won't seem like rambling. Blaine has to consciously hold himself back from blurting out, "I love you," at completely random intervals throughout Kurt's stories.
"Blaine, honey? Are you okay?" Kurt asks after a while. "You look kind of…spaced out." Blaine looks away from the road straight into Kurt's eyes and sees the look of pure concern on his boyfriend's face. "Oh, no, no, I'm fine. I'm listening, I just…I've got other things on my mind." Blaine whispers the last part huskily, and Kurt's face is caught between a look of feigned innocence and one of shock at the sudden change in subject. "Like-like what?" Kurt says, his façade about as transparent as the windshield Blaine is looking back out. Blaine keeps his eyes trained on the road while he lowers his voice even more and his face twists into a mask of pure, untainted sex. "Like everything we're going to do tonight," he says, and the mildly cryptic- yet layered with implications- sentence goes straight to Kurt's cock, which strains against his tight jeans within seconds.
"Oh god, Blaine, say something unsexy, please," Kurt practically whines, and Blaine looks confused, then aroused, and finally, a look of amusement settles on his face. "Wait…unsexy?" he asks, his eyebrows and his lips both quirking up mischievously. "So you don't want me to talk about how hard I get thinking about you? Or how I've been fantasizing about what's going to happen tonight for months? Or how much I wish I could just pull over and ravage you right this minute?"
Kurt swallows thickly. "Blaine," he whimpers. Blaine, who is not paying attention to the road anymore, places his right hand on Kurt's upper thigh. "Yes?" he says, calm and composed as ever while Kurt squirms beneath his warm touch. Kurt whines and grits his teeth, steeling himself against the overwhelming arousal in order to look at Blaine sternly. "Blaine Anderson, I swear to whatever God does or does not exist that if I come in my pants, you are not getting any tonight."
Blaine quickly puts his hand back on the steering wheel and turns his face back to the road, making his face turn serious in a way that is extremely amusing to Kurt. "Oh no, mister, you're not getting off that easy. You get to talk me down from this now. It's going to be difficult to find anything that isn't sexy coming out of your mouth, but you're going to try." Now it's Kurt's turn to smile playfully as Blaine searches his brain for something that turns Kurt off.
"Um…polyester blends?" Blaine suggests. Kurt shakes his head. "Incredibly sexy."
"My hair product?"
"That one's too sexy. It's in your hair, Blaine."
Blaine looks almost panicked for a second before his face relaxes. "I've got it," he says. "Rachel Berry." Kurt sighs and says, "That's better." Blaine glances over at the boy and sees that he is sitting normally again, and his cheeks are not quite as red. "I love you so much," he says fervently and out of the blue. Kurt responds without hesitation, "I love you too, Blaine." With that, they sink back into the same comfortable silence as before until they reach the hotel.
The hotel, being fancy and in a bigger city, doesn't ask any questions when two obviously not related boys come in and ask for a room with one bed. Blaine pays and they are on their way without difficulty. Their room is on the first floor, just down the hall, so they almost run there hand-in-hand, arriving at the door out of breath and flushed. Blaine swipes the keycard in the door and leads the way, waiting about two feet in so that the moment Kurt enters, he can shut the door and immediately press the boy up against it.
The response is instant: Kurt's hands are running all over Blaine's body, moans erupting from both boys' lips, and it takes about five seconds for both of them to get hard. Blaine deepens the kiss and grabs Kurt's face. Kurt pulls back a millimeter and grunts, "Naked. Bed. Now." Blaine complies as fast as he possibly can, and Kurt follows soon after. They resume their fiery kissing- and much more than kissing- horizontally on the bed. "Wha- oh- what did you- unh- bring?" Kurt asks, and Blaine doesn't need any elaboration to know that Kurt is talking about the condoms and lube he bought earlier. Blaine reaches down to the ground and grabs both in one hand, showing them to Kurt. The taller boy looks passionately at the box and the bottle and then sits up, grabbing the condoms from Blaine.
"Blaine…do you…I mean- would you- have you- I mean, um." Kurt flushes to the roots of his hair. Blaine looks at him, confused and endeared. Kurt lowers his voice to keep it from cracking. "Do we…really need these?" he asks, holding up the box of condoms. Realization dawns on Blaine's face as he shakes his head. "No. I mean, I haven't-not like that. No, I'm ….no. Just-they were just…for just in case. In case you wanted them. Just, um, throw them somewhere." Kurt does exactly that, quickly getting back to lavishing every inch of Blaine's skin with soft kisses. Every couple of seconds, the hot air is punctuated with a moan from one of them. "Jesus Christ, you taste so good," Kurt murmurs against Blaine's stomach.
After a few minutes of this pattern, Blaine is squirming beneath Kurt, begging. "Please, Kurt, stop teasing," he whimpers. Kurt moves his head down and, without warning, takes Blaine completely inside his mouth in one swift movement. The gasp that escape's Blaine lips is loud and sharp and soon thereafter he is reduced to a puddle of gibberish and whimpers. "Don't stop, just don't stop, please, Kurt, oh my, unh." Kurt reaches over without taking his mouth off of Blaine even a little bit and grabs the lube, quickly slathering his fingers with it. He pushes one finger in, met with a bit of resistance and a lot of heat.
"Just so we're, um, clear," Kurt says, lifting his head briefly to look into Blaine eyes. "This is your first time, ever, um, going all the way? Or just the first time, er, with somebody?" Blaine brings himself back to reality long enough to give Kurt a questioning look. "Kurt, you can't afford to be squeamish with what you say out loud. Just- whatever it is you need to know, ask me outright."
Kurt sighs. "Fine. I guess what I'm asking is…have you ever had something in your ass before?" Blaine lets out a short choking gasp at the bluntness of the question. You asked for it, he reminds himself, before shaking his head to clear his thoughts. "I, um…no. Never." Kurt doesn't respond, simply returns to ravaging Blaine and pushes another finger inside of him. Then another, and slowly, another, until Blaine is thoroughly stretched. "Kurt, please," Blaine whines with need. Kurt seems intent on drawing this out, and smirks. "Please what?" Blaine squirms, returning to a string of whining. "I need you."
Kurt pulls his fingers out of Blaine, sits all the way up, agonizingly slowly, and looks Blaine in the eye, a playful smirk plastered on his beautiful face. "Blaine, honey, you can't afford to be squeamish with what you say out loud. You just need to ask me outright." Blaine pulls himself up to meet Kurt's gaze, leaning forward to kiss him heatedly. Kurt realizes all too late that it was a bad idea to stop touching Blaine, because now the other boy is in control and the results- while extremely arousing- will not go according to Kurt's plan. Blaine leans forward and growls in Kurt's ear, "I need your cock in my ass. I need you to fill me up. I need to hear you and see you and feel you climax because of me. I need you to fuck me so hard I have trouble walking tomorrow. I need you, Kurt."
Kurt's eyes glaze over with lust as he reaches for the lube and quickly slathers himself with it. "Are you ready?" he asks Blaine, forever worrying about the other boy's feelings. "Kurt, you have no idea how long I've been ready," Blaine says, laying on his back and spreading his legs, sprawled out and waiting for Kurt. Kurt leans down and presses a quick kiss to Blaine's forehead, murmuring, "I love you," before lining up with Blaine's entrance.
"Don't be too gentle now, love," Blaine says, and Kurt vaguely wonders how he can manage to speak before pushing slowly all the way into him. Once he can't possibly go any deeper, he stops moving to give both of them a chance to get used to the sensation. "God, Blaine, you're so tight," Kurt says. Blaine simply mutters, "Move," and wriggles impatiently. Kurt pulls out partway and then pushes back in, and repeats the action until he is in a steady rhythm. For a while neither of them says anything, they simply can't. They whimper occasionally, gasp, and their heavy breath mixes together in the air, but there are no words until Blaine chokes out, "Kurt, I-I'm so close," and Kurt reaches down to stroke him without responding out loud.
It's a beautiful thing when they climax together, calling out each other's names, not worrying about anything except the perfection of the moment and the perfection of the night and the perfection of them. After they come down from their highs, they lay there in the bed for an immeasurable amount of time, not saying anything except the occasional whispered, "I love you." After a while, Kurt kisses the top of Blaine's head and murmurs, "We should shower." Blaine nods tiredly and scoots off the bed, holding his hand out to Kurt to help him up.
They walk into the bathroom, climbing straight into the shower since they have no clothes to get rid of. Kurt frowns slightly at the hotel soap ("My skin"), but quickly gets over it when Blaine presses up against his back and kisses his neck. "You know I love you, right?" Blaine whispers against his boyfriend's flawless skin. "Yes, I believe you've mentioned it once or twice," Kurt responds. They shower quickly, getting into no dirty shenanigans, and are back in the bed (sans dirty sheets) within half an hour. Kurt wraps his arms around Blaine's neck and kisses him passionately in the dark room.
"Was there a reason for that?" Blaine asks quietly, and Kurt can hear the smile in his voice. "Not particularly. Other than the fact that in one day, you managed to win over my family, convince my father to let me go on a trip with you, take me on aforementioned trip, and make my first time absolutely amazing, all while making me feel like the most special person in the world just by your existence." Blaine laughs lightly and kisses Kurt quickly. "None of that was any trouble, considering you made my first time pretty fantastic as well, not to mention the fact that the only reason your dad agreed was because I was completely, terrifyingly honest with him, and I can't imagine that my existence could make anybody half as happy as yours makes me."
Kurt smiles and sighs. "We'll have to agree to disagree on that last bit, I suppose." Blaine nods his head. "Yes. Go to sleep, love, we've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow." And with one last kiss, they fall asleep in each other's arms, happier than ever.
There may or may not be angst coming up. And by that I mean I literally do not know where this story is going, but I feel like it's overly fluffy and smutty and there should be a plot maybe. Tell me what you think, please.
