Warnings for this chapter: frottage and handjobs.
two
Kurt's gotten so used to pretending Blaine stops at the waist and starts again at his knees that he's surprised he doesn't freak out or jolt away when he settles over Blaine's lap in the back of his car and they're both hard and aching, pressing against each other through layers, too many layers.
Blaine breathes into Kurt's mouth and tilts his head back against the car seat, eyes closed and mouth wanting, and Kurt grips his shoulders with both hands and rolls his hips, gasping, grinning and shivering with the tingle up his spine.
Blaine is so gorgeous underneath him, only just visible in the dark but if Kurt leans close, really close, he can see every angle and smooth plain of Blaine's face, his eyes darting rapidly over Kurt's face, torso and briefly down to where they're rocking together, nothing to be seen but everything to be felt.
Kurt's not sure what he expected this to feel like, intense was definitely on the list, but he didn't think what his Dad told him about connecting to another person would be so true. He feels closer to Blaine than ever in this moment, Blaine's hands on his thighs, squeezing hard enough to leave marks and their bodies moving together, confined in this small heated space where it's nothing but each other and wonder and more.
Kurt swallows heavily with the realization that yes, more and he ducks down for a kiss, his neck straining a little at this angle, bent over the boy between his legs and before he can talk himself out of what he's thinking, what he wants, he takes Blaine's hands from his thighs and presses them to his chest, purposely catching one of Blaine's fingers on a button of his shirt.
Blaine's hands feel large where they rest, setting Kurt's skin ablaze through his shirt and Blaine breathes Kurt's name, leaning back to look Kurt in the eye in the dark, glinting hazel on moonlight blue, surging forward to kiss him again when Kurt nods and arches his back.
Blaine doesn't go slowly, barely gives Kurt time to register the feeling of Blaine undressing him, so within seconds Kurt's shirt is open and pulled out from his jeans and he feels too pale, too thin, too bright in the shade but Blaine thinks the complete opposite, unable to help himself from dipping forward and kissing at Kurt's collarbone, hands almost clawing at Kurt's back, wanting to touch everywhere now that he can.
"So soft," Blaine says into his shoulder, hands sliding around to Kurt's front and over his nipples, making Kurt buck and whine, arms tightening around Blaine's shoulders.
"Lower," Kurt rasps and Blaine only glances up at him once and quickly before pressing his fingertips into every dip of Kurt's ribs, one hand staying curled around his side while the other keeps going and going and- oh.
Kurt thinks he might be hyperventilating, he can feel himself shaking but still rolling, up, up, up into Blaine's hand pressed over him, feeling out the shape of his cock through denim and the angles awkward, their chins bumping as they kiss and Blaine sucks on Kurt's tongue, but neither can complain when they get to touch like this, so new and so good.
In a split second decision where Blaine squeezes at Kurt, choking himself at the feel of the heavy, hot shape in his hand, Kurt slides a hand under Blaine's t-shirt, bumping his wrist with Blaine's but groaning as Blaine does because he can feel hair, soft but scratchy, trailing down Blaine's stomach and into his pants where Kurt knows Blaine's own cock sits, pulsing underneath him.
Kurt's ears are rushing and he feels dizzy, overcome with the need to savour and to breathe and to touch and he cups the back of Blaine's head firmly when Blaine whispers, "Please," into his ear and Kurt's fingers slip under the waistband of his jeans and boxers into more hair that leads to silky, hot skin.
Kurt's wrist is bent back and him and Blaine are kissing with little finesse but he keeps going and curls his fingers, blinking owlishly when he and Blaine stop kissing because Blaine feels huge in his hand and Kurt never thought that would be a thing for him but as Blaine bites at his jaw and strokes over him through denim, he gasps and moans low in his throat, coming in his underwear while rubbing at Blaine's cock which is thrusting up into Kurt's hand with the movement of Blaine's hips.
Kurt can feel the vein on the underside with his thumb and he swipes over it once, twice and then Blaine's grabbing his face, biting at his lips and licking into his mouth as he comes, moaning and writhing before slumping against the car seat, hands now resting on Kurt's hips as he gazes up at him through glassy eyes.
Kurt doesn't move, just catches his breath and licks at his lips, wincing and apologizing when his hand (still inside Blaine's pants) shifts and Blaine hisses with sensitivity, telling Kurt it's fine, it's okay, kissing Kurt's hand once he removes it and holding it to his face, their fingers laced together.
"Thank you," he says on a breath, kissing at Kurt's knuckles again and grinning wide, teeth and all.
Kurt ducks his head, flush still at full force from Blaine's happy gaze and the heat of the car now becoming really noticeable, the drips of sweat on his chest cooling. "It was time," he says and Blaine nods and trails a finger down Kurt's chest, flattening his hand over his stomach. "I- we were ready," Kurt says quieter and Blaine kisses his forehead, his cheek and his lips.
"We were."