When they reached the door there was a man standing guard. He saw Kurt's face, the look in Blaine's eye and he didn't even question them. He opened the door with a wink and a flourish of the hand. Kurt gave a polite thank you, Blaine was too baffled to even speak.
The air outside in the alleyway was absolutely frigid, a complete shock to the system compared to the atmosphere inside. It was almost painful in Kurt's lungs, it stung their eyes. Kurt ignored this sudden shock and immediately pushed Blaine against the wall.
Blaine, recovering his ability to talk, asked "Kurt, what's going on," but his question was muffled by feverish kisses. Kurt couldn't take his mouth off of him, he tasted like Big Red and, well, just Blaine. He swiped his tongue along Blaine's lower lip, Blaine shivered a little. Whether it was from the cold or Kurt's searching hands and tongue, neither of them could tell.
"Kurt, we need to talk about this," Blaine breathed between kisses.
"Blaine," Kurt began, moving his mouth in a heated path down Blaine's neck. "I am so ready for this. I've been thinking about it a lot. I'm ready."
"Oh," is all Blaine could say as Kurt came back to his mouth, sucking his bottom lip and punctuating it with a bite.
Kurt felt like he was in a fantasy. He felt like he was having an outer-body experience, watching himself ravish Blaine in the alleyway of Lima's gay club. This was something he would never normally do, but months of frustration and just the spirit of this night gave him the uncontrollable urge just to do everything he had dreamed about since he first met Blaine on that stairway in Dalton. He just let his body do what it wanted, and apparently that was push Blaine roughly against the wall while one hand rubbed the outline of Blaine's dick in his pants and the other started to undo his leather belt.
Blaine's elbows were scraping against the brick of the building, but he didn't care. Kurt was taking complete control of him and he loved it. When Kurt roughly pulled at his belt, there was a sharp intake of breath. What had come over Kurt? Blaine didn't want to stop him, but they had to talk about this first. All of his ability to talk, however, went right back out the window when Kurt had finally gotten his pants unbuttoned and stuck his hand no only down his pants, but into his underwear.
It was Kurt's first time touching another man's cock, and the immediate warmth and weight he felt caused him to let out a light whine into Blaine's mouth, where they were still desperately kissing like they were trying to win a contest. When Kurt wrapped his hand around it, he was surprised to find it was much thicker than his own and just eight million times better because it was Blaine's dick in his hand right now. It was Kurt's hand that was causing Blaine to whimper and cling to the wall when he did an experimental loose stroke. When Kurt pulled back from the kiss, Blaine's eyes were pleading, and light noises escaped his pink lips with every stroke.
"Please, Kurt, fuck, tighter," Blaine whispered, now rutting his hips up into Kurt's hand to try to get more friction because all he needed was more. He pulled Kurt in closer, needing to taste Kurt again and clenched the back of Kurt's head maybe a little too tight, but he couldn't control himself.
Kurt was at an awkward angle, he couldn't get the right amount of room to stroke as Blaine was pulling him in tight. He broke away, much to Blaine's discontent and dropped to his knees, pulling Blaine's pants down a little more.
"Kurt, oh my God," Blaine said, hair now completely wild and eyes dark. Kurt didn't know what he was doing. He licked a path from up the underside of Blaine's dick, along a vein and Blaine pounded his fist against the wall, trying hard to remain standing when his knees were shaking so hard. Kurt then wrapped his whole mouth around the head and swiped his tongue in a circular pattern. From the oh's coming from above, he guessed Blaine liked that.
He saw how far he could get it in his mouth, and on the first try he went a little too far and gagged, eyes tearing up, but Blaine yelled out at the feeling of Kurt's throat tightening around him. Encouraged, Kurt bobbed again and again, going further each time and attempting to do a little work on the underside of Blaine's dick with his tongue.
Blaine couldn't help it anymore, his hands were clutching at the cool brick behind him. He took one hand and grabbed the back of Kurt's head, hand roughly pulling at his hair. Kurt moaned a little at the pressure on his scalp, and that little vibration caused Blaine's legs to almost give out. He bucked hard into Kurt's mouth.
"Sorry, shit," Blaine said with a gravelly voice, but Kurt said nothing, instead sucking harder and moving his tongue more and moaning. Blaine looked down to watch Kurt's pink, wet lips trail up and down his dick. He noticed Kurt's hand was at his own crotch, rubbing himself outside of his pants. Blaine threw his head back, the sight was almost too much. Kurt was whining around his dick and touching himself and Blaine was definitely going to come.
"Kurt, I, oh, I'm gonna…"
Kurt kept going eagerly, he loved the way Blaine tasted. He could taste the salty precum on his tongue. He loved the way Blaine bucked and lost control and cursed under his breath. He loved the tingling of Blaine's strong grasp on the back of his head. He had made up his mind when he started that he would swallow. He wanted to know what it felt like and tasted like. When Blaine started to buck wildly into his mouth and turned his eyes up to the sky, Kurt could tell he was close. With a little extra swipe of the tongue, Blaine whined out Kurt's name and came into the back of Kurt's throat.
It was like a warm explosion, he could feel it drip down his throat, a hot salty liquid. It didn't taste bad at all. He kept going until Blaine moaned and pulled him off. Blaine slumped down the wall and sat on the ground where Kurt was still on his knees. Kurt wiped his mouth with a finger and debated putting it in his mouth. Was that overkill? Blaine watched the finger intently, contemplating taking it in his own mouth. He wanted to know what it would do to Kurt. But instead of reaching forward, he merely blushed and looked away as Kurt wiped his hand on his pants.
Blaine suddenly realized he could still see the bulge in Kurt's pants. He pulled him up forcefully and slammed him against the brick wall. Kurt's eyes were wide, but he dove into the kiss with passion. Blaine slipped his hands into Kurt's pants and rubbed him while placing wet kisses down his throat. He worked Kurt's earlobe in between his teeth and started whispering things into Kurt's ear because he knew it was the fastest way to make Kurt come.
"I love you so much, Kurt, you're so beautiful and sexy."
Kurt moaned in response, scraping his nails down Blaine's back as Blaine rocked him with a heavy touch against the wall. Kurt's mind was clouding, he bucked few times into Blaine's touch before he was coming hard into Blaine's hand and his pants, screaming out Blaine's name into the cold night. Blaine watched his face, eyes scrunched tight and mouth wide open. If he hadn't of just come, he would be hard as a rock. Kurt looked so hot when he came. He wanted to tell Kurt this but they were still new to this and he didn't know if that would cross the line.
They sat breathing heavily for a second. Kurt did his best to clean himself up, they were both completely red in the face from exertion and maybe a little embarrassment. Blaine was first to speak.
"So, that was…unexpected."
"Was it too much? God, Blaine I'm sorry I just…well, I've been ready for a while but we haven't had the opportunity and dancing with you in there pushed me past the line. I couldn't stand the way you were watching me dance, that look in your eye."
"Hey," Blaine put his hand on Kurt's cheek. "Don't. Don't be sorry. It was amazing. Very, very good." He placed a light kiss on Kurt's swollen lips. "If that is you sober, I would love to see you drunk," Blaine joked, taking Kurt's hand and leading him down the alley towards the parking lot.
Kurt smiled. "Believe me, you would not want to see that."
Blaine stopped in his tracks and shot a look over at Kurt. "Wait, what?"
Kurt just giggled and pulled his boyfriends hand as he raced back to the car.