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Exotic Dancing

I'm drooling, I know I am. Either that or I'm sitting here with my open gawking at the most graceful, lovely creature I've ever laid eyes on. If I've said that before I do apologize but… Lord, have you seen this boy?

The bar warm ups alone were enough to send me into a tizzy. Watching him bend and point his toes and get his leg all the way up on that bar without so much as a hesitation. His strong body moved so elegantly, effortless in his movements. The unitard on his skin clung to him as if it were painted on, whiter than his skin in color. It was sleeveless, but the shrug that covered his arms and shoulders hid him from me once again. The light pink ballet skirt fluttered with his every move, dancing with him.

God, how I wanted to touch him, to feel his warmth underneath that paper-thin fabric, feel his muscles move as he did, kiss that incredibly soft neck and get that damn shrug out of the way so I could see and feel his arms. There was no denying he had a body now, not when I could see every muscle defined so well.

Yes, I was definitely drooling.

I watched his tongue snake to his lips, folding them in as he concentrated, eyes moving with his arms, not looking at me.

An entire hour of this passed. I watched him leap and twirl, showing a few younger girls a different way to go on point, and picking up a dozen others as they leapt across the floor.

I hardly noticed when the class was over. It took Kurt snapping his fingers in front of my face a few times for me to come out of my daze.

"Blaine, are you alright?" He asked, smirking a little.

"What? Yeah," I said, sitting upright, trying not to gawk at him. God, his neck looked deli- beautiful. Beautiful. God, get it together, Anderson. "Yes. Just a little distracted." He smiled, revealing those cute little dimples. "You ready to go?" I asked, voice cracking a little. He nodded happily.

"Yep."

He took my hand, guiding me up and leading me toward the door. God, I couldn't stop staring at him. He was just a breath away from my hand, just one movement and I could touch him.

I think I was salivating again when we got to my car, and I couldn't stop myself from wrapping my arms around his waist. He gasped, surprised. He spun around, looking down at me. He smiled a little. "Can I help you with something?"

"Sorry," I blushed furiously, letting him go, embarrassed. "I, um…sorry."

"Are you alright?" He asked. "You were staring at me all through the class with this weird look on your face."

"I, uh…" I touched his cheek, daring to let my free arm wrap around his waist. "I just think you look really beautiful right now. In fact I think you should wear this all the time." His ears slowly turned pink.

"Oh…" I said softly. "So, you think I…"

He brought his face close to mine, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I think," he stroked my cheek. "you look very sexy right now," he purred. I shivered, ducking to kiss him hard. He was tentative, letting me make each and every move. He was holding back, hands stationary on my waist.

"Blaine," I said, shoving him against the car. "I love this whole gentleman thing you've got going here, but sometimes this," I kissed him deeply, coaxing his tongue from his mouth. "Is what I really want."

He looked at me, dumbstruck and dazed. "Y-you-"

"Blaine, sweetie, I'm not gonna break if you kiss me. I won't burst into flame if you touch me," he explained. "Sometimes it's nice to know that you want me, and I'm not this fragile little thing you think I am. The worst I'm going to do is say no."

"I-I just don't want to overstep-"

"You know how far you can go with me," I assured, kissing him again. I placed his hands on my hips. "Nothing below the ballet skirt." He nodded.

Oh, sweet mother of God. My cheeks were hot as he kissed me, lost in those silken, plump lips that reduced me to pure butter.

I was touching him, just like I'd wanted to. And lord, he was beautiful. He was so warm, and this fabric was so damn thin…

I moaned, unashamed, into his lips, and Kurt moaned back, deepening the kisses even further. My knees buckled, having to use the car to hold him up. The worst part of this was Kurt didn't even know he was doing this to me. He was just kissing me.

Oh my god, his hands. I don't know where the hell those words came from earlier, but I was damn glad I said them. His hands were all over my back and my chest, spreading a strange kind of fire over me. I kept kissing him, a fireworks display going off behind my eyelids.

He felt fantastic, warm, and soft. I could feel the passion in his lips, the want in his body. "Blaine," I found myself saying. He'd invaded every single one of my senses. He was all I could smell, all I could feel, all I could taste and I didn't have the strength to open my eyes.

"Okay," I gasped, pushing away from him. "If…if we keep going we'll never stop." He nodded, lips swollen and wet.

"You're right," he nodded. "Right. We're supposed to be going to dinner," he chuckled.

"Was that really all you could think about during that class?" I asked softly. He nodded, blushing.

"I'm sorry I objectified you," he mumbled.

"Blaine," I said, touching his cheek. "Once again, sometimes, it's nice to know that you're still looking."

I'll kill him. I swear I will.

"You're not a toy that I'm going to become disinterested in, Kurt," I said, running my fingers through his hair. "I mean, we've been dating for a year, but I don't plan on letting you go for the rest of my life." He gasped, as if choking. I'd never seen him blush so deeply so fast.

"Oh," he squeaked. He kissed me, just a brief brush on my lips. "I love you." I smiled back, holding his cheek.

"I love you too."

"Don't try so hard!" I barked, watching him dance. "I said seduce me, not give me an encore of 'Happy Feet!'" He looked at me in the mirror, frustrated tears in his eyes. I stood, stalking over to him.

He stopped when I grabbed his hips, angry at himself. "Show me some passion," I hissed into his ear. "I know you have it; I've watched you dance when you think no one's looking. Give that passion to me. Show me it's still in there."

Something changed in his face. His glare that had been determined was now impish, and before I could ask what it was he turned, looking directly at me, so close to my face I could feel his breath. His eyes were smoldering and looking directly into mine. I felt my knees falter a bit. I never realized how flawless his skin was.

"Show you?" His voice pierced the silence.

"Yes," I said, voice steady. "Show me."

His kiss was hot and it seared my lips. His arms snaked up and around my neck, holding me against his mouth. He forced my lips apart, teasing my tongue and palate. His lips were like flames, soft in texture, but God, did they burn.

I palmed and groped at his torso, squeezing and caressing him through the paper thin unitard he wore. He gasped when I dipped under the ballet skirt, gently stroking the already hardening flesh beneath it, burning hotter than his lips.

He moaned, crushing our lips together again. He bit my lower lip, causing a yelp to jump from my throat, which he promptly attacked and suckled. I could feel myself hardening in my pants, right where that beautiful ass was rubbing against. I pulled him closer to me, hoping he could feel what I needed him to. He smirked after a brief surprise, going faster, harder.

"Uhn!" I had one hand on his hip, holding him close, the other still massaging him through the unitard. "Shit, shit…oh shit…"

"Is this enough 'passion' for you?" He demanded. I leaned down, kissing his neck, tonguing his pulse and Adam's apple, lightly nibbling his earlobe. He was breathing hard, little moans and whimpers jumping from his lips.

"Keep making those noises, baby," I grunted. God, he was still rubbing against me, and I was so hard it hurt.

I spun him around, holding him to me. I cradled his thigh, squeezing. He moaned at the lack of contact, growing impatient.

He slammed me against the bar beside the mirror, his leg between my thighs.

We were rubbing against each other, moaning and whimpering. There was a dusting of sweat on his forehead, lips swollen and red.

"OHoh!" He gasped, moving faster.

"Come here," I kissed him as I turned around, pushing him against the bar. I groped and fondled that pert and plump ass, kissing him feverishly.

I started kissing down his neck and his chest, running my fingers down his strong arms. I was squeezing his hips when I was faced with the bulge I was looking for. I hooked my arms under his legs before I started to lick his very heated arousal through the cloth.

He squealed, voice high before dying in breathy moan. His eyes fluttered closed, legs twitching. "Blaine, oh, oh!"

My own member twitched at the noises, mouth becoming more fevered. I was sucking him through this unitard, one hand palming his testicles. He jerked and whimpered, bucking into my mouth.

"Yes," he swallowed. "More, more…Ahuh!"

He was close, I knew he was. And all I wanted to do was give him release.

I tore the thin fabric right open. He gasped in relief. I gave him absolutely no recovery time. I engulfed him entirely. He screamed.

"OH YES! MMNNN! Oh! I'm close…I'm so close. So close, AHN!"

He looked at me, breathing hard, sweating, blissful and beautiful. I kissed him, holding his face.

"What about you?" He whispered, smiling a little. I shook my head.

"Trust me, darling. I'm long gone."