Warnings for this chapter: blowjobs and fingering.
three
Blaine loves Kurt's family, he really does, but they're always around and ever since he's seen Kurt shirtless and sweating and unraveling underneath him in the dark (always in the dark in the car because their houses are never empty), he's wanted more – more skin, more kissing, more touching and panting until his lungs ache with lack of oxygen because all he wants to do is breathe Kurt.
Blaine's thought about where they can go next, what else they can do before actual sex because neither of them is ready for that yet. Blaine wants to, boy does he want to, but he doesn't think he can. He loves Kurt completely and forever (something he hasn't told Kurt yet, but he sees in Kurt's eyes too) and he knows they'll be together like that soon but not now, not yet – they need time and build up and perfection.
So with every touch of Kurt's fingers to his skin and the slide of ivory over tan when they hold hands, Blaine's mind has been whirring with images of Kurt hovering over him, one hand between Blaine's legs at the rim of his ass, pressing in so carefully, soft and deep.
He doesn't even know if Kurt wants it that way, they haven't discussed particulars of tops and bottoms, but Blaine wants and wants and he hopes Kurt will give.
Blaine's touched himself in that way before now, seeing nothing but Kurt behind his eyelids, biting his lip and rocking ever so gently forward with the motion of his arm and when he's felt Kurt's fingers instead of his own, longer and thinner, right there, he's come hard and loud, his face pressed into the pillow to muffle his screams.
And then his mind has drifted elsewhere because his mouth has felt wet and open, almost salivating at the thought of Kurt being so close and inside and he's curled his tongue, wondering what Kurt might taste like if he sucked him.
Twice he's had Kurt in his hand, silky soft and pulsing, and he can't help but want to dip down and taste, lick up the stream of precome that leaks from the head just to see if it's as delicious as the rest of Kurt looks. He's licked and bitten at Kurt's skin before, leaving marks on his neck and shoulders but he wants to suck and swallow around his cock, have the pure essence of Kurt inside his mouth.
Kurt's family are always around though, insisting the door stays open and if there's silence for too long, someone will be checking so they don't get time to explore further, see just how much pleasure one can draw from the other so it's somewhat of a miracle when the house is free one afternoon.
Blaine thinks Kurt told him where everyone is, Burt, Carole and Finn all in separate places, but he'd lost track when Kurt had said "empty for three hours," skin already tingling in anticipation of what that meant, what they could do.
So the moment they're inside and upstairs, door closed for the first time since they've been together, Blaine has Kurt up against it, his shirt pushed out of his jeans and halfway undone before Kurt can find some part of Blaine to hold on to.
It turns out to be his hair and Kurt curls his fingers into it, tugging Blaine's head back to crash their mouths together, all tongue and teeth and moaning but they're both high on the rush of being of alone, that they can be loud if they want and go at least twice, maybe three times, before someone gets home.
"Bed," Kurt growls and oh he's never done that before and it makes Blaine buck forward, their hips colliding and giving friction before Kurt's shoving at his shoulders and Blaine's laying flat on the bed, Kurt sat on his thighs and leaning down, down, down until they're kissing again, rolling and grinding and getting used to doing this on a bed and horizontally.
Blaine takes a hold of Kurt's face and tilts it just so, their noses not bumping anymore, and then holds him still, their lips brushing and breath mingling when Blaine says, "Will you finger me?" whining when Kurt's hands squeeze over his sides, fingertips pressing at his ribs.
"Yes," Kurt breathes, scrambling to get his shirt off and plastering himself to Blaine's front when they're both bare from the waist up, sweat making them slide a little and Blaine's chest hair scratching against Kurt in a way that makes him shudder. "Can I look at you?" Kurt says, biting at Blaine's neck, one hand starting to undo the button of Blaine's jeans, hovering over the zipper until Blaine swallows and nods, grunting and bucking when Kurt's knuckles brush over him in his underwear.
His jeans come off quickly, his underwear slowly, and he plants a hand in Kurt's hair as Kurt hooks his index fingers into the waistband of his boxers and drags them down, inch by inch, watching enraptured as Blaine's cock emerges and lays across his abdomen, red and thick and waiting.
A garbled sound leaves Kurt's throat and he looks up at Blaine in awe, settling between his spread legs and closing his eyes as he bends down to nuzzle at Blaine's thigh and inhale. "You smell amazing," he says on an exhale, eyes fluttering open and Blaine swallows audibly, not prepared to see Kurt's eyes fully blown and black, staring hungrily at his cock.
"I- you too," Blaine stutters, waving vaguely at Kurt's bottom half and Kurt nips at Blaine's thigh before stripping himself so they're both naked and wanting, Kurt hovering over Blaine again to kiss him, heated and long.
Blaine reaches down between them as they kiss, wrapping a hand around Kurt's cock and pumping it slowly, a little dry and rough, but Kurt keens and rocks forward, the head of his cock sliding over Blaine's stomach and leaving a trail of sticky precome.
Blaine stutters in his rhythm and tears his mouth away from Kurt's to fumble between them and use his free hand to swipe up the fluid and bring it to his mouth, locking eyes with Kurt who's panting heavily, and licking over his fingers, groaning at the taste that is so purely Kurt.
Kurt blinks down at Blaine and licks his lips, his stomach twisting up hotly, and then Blaine's kissing him again and Kurt searches for the taste of himself, wanting to know what it's like and wondering if Blaine tastes sweeter than himself.
Blaine doesn't give him a chance to find out as he flips them over and whispers, "I want to blow you," over Kurt's skin, leaving goose bumps in his wake that he licks over. "Finger me while I blow you," he then says and yes, Kurt can see it – Blaine's thighs stretched over his shoulders, Kurt's fingers pressing in, while Blaine's mouth, hotwetwarm, sucks and laps at him. They can do this together, all at once, so no one misses out and it'll be something new and so much pleasure and Kurt's wondering why they haven't been doing this since the start.
He nods once and Blaine kisses him before turning around and throwing a leg over Kurt's torso so his ass is on show and Kurt can see everything – the tight muscles of his thighs, dusted with dark hair and the smooth curve of his ass, the cheeks spread open a little to reveal his dusty brown entrance and Kurt thinks it looks so inviting and he just wants to touch.
"Blaine," he squeaks when he's distracted by Blaine's mouth sinking over him, going too deep, too fast so Blaine chokes and pulls off, his panting breaths fanning over Kurt's cock, doing nothing to cool his heated skin.
"You're so beautiful," Blaine says as he stares at Kurt's cock, now shining wet with his saliva, curved up red and hard on Kurt's stomach, jumping when Blaine kisses the tip then goes down further, sucking and swallowing and licking around the head, using a hand to hold the base and his arm to keep Kurt's hips steady because he's trying to thrust up into the heat, chase the bursts of pleasure aching deep in his bones.
Blaine almost bites Kurt when he feels pressure at his entrance. Kurt's been running his hands over him for a while now, kneading at his ass and stretching the muscle out, heat from his breath sometimes hitting Blaine's entrance and making him groan, vibrations tingling over Kurt's cock.
Kurt's finger is slick and wet, not pushing in, just circling and Blaine swirls his tongue around the head of Kurt's cock while pressing his ass back and rolling his hips, pulling off Kurt's cock and hissing, "Yes," when Kurt's finger dips in just a tiny bit, starting the stretch. He hisses again and kisses at Kurt's balls, temple resting on Kurt's hip, when Kurt pushes in to the first knuckle, rubbing soothingly at Blaine's thigh because Kurt's done this to himself once or twice and while he enjoys the slight burn, thinks it's part of the pleasure and makes him moan, he doesn't know how this is for Blaine.
He guesses Blaine likes it when he pleads for more, whimpering against the side of Kurt's cock, his lips now just brushing over the skin in light touches. He arches back onto Kurt's finger, moving it deeper until it can't go any further and Kurt moves it inside, swallowing and heaving for air because it's tight and so warm and so Blaine.
Blaine is so close to his face now, kneeling up above Kurt with his head thrown back, short, sharp breaths leaving his mouth, one hand jerking Kurt off, the wet from his mouth making the slide easy and smooth and Kurt rushes to press two fingers into Blaine because he feels so close to the edge, watching Blaine stretch around him and hearing Blaine gasp, "There, there," when he hits the bundle of nerves inside.
Kurt presses over the spot again and again, pulling his fingers out and pressing back in, the drag of Blaine's rim keeping his stare and making his mouth go dry and Blaine collapses forward and takes Kurt into his mouth again, bobbing up and down with no skill, slurping and jolting forward when Kurt hits the spark and he feels ignited, blood on fire, and comes on the next stroke of Kurt's fingers, streaking over Kurt's torso and trying to muffle his cries against Kurt's hip.
Kurt shudders when Blaine comes, gasping and tilting his head back because Blaine squeezes around his fingers, clenching sporadically, and the circle of his fist flies quick over Kurt's cock until Kurt's coming too, one long moan ripping from his throat, his back arching so high his chest comes in contact with Blaine's and their come spreads between them, sticky and wet.
Blaine falls on him then, quickly rolling off and onto his back, catching his breath as he blinks at the ceiling, one hand on Kurt's hip to keep him grounded because he feels like he might float away, like they might float away.
Kurt watches him, feels himself smiling, and lolls his head to the side to kiss at Blaine's ankle that's by his head. Blaine's got his knees bent up, legs a little spread and Kurt can just see his entrance, still open and red, muscles occasionally fluttering around nothing and Kurt feels a sharp sting where he wants to get hard again but he's so sensitive and blissed out, giddy on BlaineBlaineBlaine.
Blaine feels the same, strung out and aching pleasantly, a grin stretching his face even though his jaw aches a little and he looks down himself and over to Kurt who's looking back at him, sated and so happy and Blaine's heart pounds against his ribcage, urging him to say it, say it, say it and he does.
He says, "I love you" into the quiet room, watching and waiting as Kurt's eyes widen and he flushes, more than he already is, before clinging to Blaine's calf and whispering, "I love you too, so much," eyes shining and bright.
Blaine grins and shuffles closer, still holding Kurt tight but they're floating, on cloud nine or maybe cloud ten, because they're in love today, out loud with singing hearts and it's beautiful.
This chapter ended up wordy but le shrug... my mind ran away with it.