So I really don't know with this fic.
It's all so random that I have no idea when it's going to end or how long it'll be or what's even going to happen next.
But it's fun writing Kurt as pampered and bitchy and slutty, so here we are :)
Reviews would be great.
And I still own nothing. The characters aren't mine, I'm just putting them in a different setting and making them make out.
A Little Bit of Fun Part Two
Kurt made his way downstairs, wearing just his boxers and one of Dave's night shirts that was several sizes too big for him. His hair was a mess and he was walking a little funny due to the amazing sex that he and Dave had had earlier that morning. Kurt didn't usually wake up before twelve unless it was for sex, and he certainly didn't get out of bed until the early afternoon, which was why he was currently strolling into the kitchen at 2pm for breakfast.
When he walked into the room Kurt was pleased to see that Dave was there was that new guy, Blaine. They were sitting on stools at the breakfast bar and seemed to be having a serious discussion, but stopped once they noticed Kurt was there.
"Afternoon, babe," said Dave with a smile.
"Hey, Honey-bear," said Kurt sweetly, kissing him on the cheek. He turned to look at Blaine and grinned innocently. "Hey, new guy."
"Erm... hey," Blaine said awkwardly.
Kurt poured himself some coffee, very aware that Blaine was staring at him. He let his night shirt slip off his shoulder slightly, smirking at the way Blaine blushed and looked away.
"I got some bad news, baby," said Dave. "I'm going to be out of town this weekend and I'm leaving today. I've got to make a deal in New York."
"Wait," Kurt said, frowning. "You're going to New York and you're not bringing me?"
"Oh, baby, I can't," Dave insisted, wrapping his arm around Kurt. "It's not like when we went for our anniversary. This is a work thing. The guys I'm making this deal with a pretty dangerous and you'll be so much safer at home."
Kurt sulked and sipped his coffee.
"I'll buy you something pretty," Dave added.
Kurt smiled broadly. "By 'pretty', you mean 'obscenely expensive', right?"
"Of course I do."
"Oh, good." Kurt turned Dave's head and kissed him, before sitting down on his lap. "I don't understand why the new guy's here though."
"I've got a little job for Anderson here while I'm gone," said Dave. "I was just laying down a few ground rules. I want him to look after you while I'm in New York. Y'know, keep you happy."
Kurt smirked, casually playing with the hair on the nape of Dave's neck.
"I thought Blaine was just a delivery boy," he said thoughtfully.
"Yeah, but I figured he'd be up to this," said Dave. "You two seem to get on pretty well."
"Oh, we do," said Kurt, his smirk getting even bigger as he looked right at Blaine. "As much as I'm going to miss you, sweetie, I know that Blaine's going to be more than capable of keeping me happy in your absence."
Dave eventually left after a long, soppy and essentially wordless goodbye with Kurt, off to keep his criminal business afloat, and left his lover alone with a clearly petrified Blaine. Kurt casually strolled around the kitchen in the few clothes he was wearing, brushing his messy hair out of his face as he tucked into his usual breakfast of coffee and a cigarette.
"So, Blaine," he said with an arched eyebrow. "With my David out of the way until Monday, what exactly do you plan on doing to keep me... happy?"
Blaine coughed and fanned the second-hand smoke out of his face, as Kurt sat up on the counter and crossed his legs, purposely letting his baggy shirt slip further off his shoulder so even more of his pale porcelain skin was exposed.
"Erm, well Karofsky gave me some ground rules, as he said," Blaine said awkwardly, trying his best not to look directly at Kurt. "He said to keep it professional. He said to guard you with my life without ever laying a finger on you, and..."
"Blah, blah, blah, all that protective shit," Kurt loudly interrupted, rolling his eyes and sipping his coffee. "I love my David, he can be so possessive. Like I said, new guy, what he doesn't know can't hurt him. Or you, for that matter. For the next three days we're going to have this big, empty house all to ourselves, and I'd rather we spent that time together wisely. And, by that I mean, you know... by fucking a lot."
"I... I don't think we should," said Blaine, becoming more uncomfortable with every passing second.
"But you want to," said Kurt with a smirk. "I'm kind of failing to see what the problem is here."
Blaine spluttered indignantly. "The problem is that I don't want to die. I need this job, okay? And I rather not risk getting my legs broken just because you happen to be horny."
Kurt just rolled his eyes again and took another drag of his cigarette.
"Also," Blaine added. "You clearly think pretty highly of yourself to assume that I'm just going to have sex with you at the drop of a hat."
"Oh, please," Kurt scoffed. "If you were half as hot as me you'd think pretty highly of yourself too."
Blaine laughed in spite of himself, shaking his head. "Looks fade, you know."
"Are you kidding?" said Kurt, stubbing out his cigarette into the heavy crystal ashtray beside him. "I'm 22 years old and this angelic choir boy face of mine has barely changed since I was sixteen. I'm pretty much going to look like a Barely Legal model until I'm 30. And anyway, David isn't with me because of my looks. I mean, yeah, the fact that I'm so hot is large part of it, but David loves me because I'm funny, I'm clever, I have a great personality and I'm an incredible lay – a fact that you would know for yourself by now if you would quit being just a frigid little prude already."
Blaine just shook his head again. "You can't possibly love him back. You're just a gold digger."
"Am not," Kurt frowned. "Of course I love David, and not just because he's rich and powerful. I'm not completely shallow. He also has a really huge cock."
Blaine laughed again, shaking his head incredulously. Kurt was not amused, and didn't appreciate being laughed at when he was actually being serious.
"If you love Karofsky so much," said Blaine. "Then why do you cheat on him all the time?"
"I have needs," Kurt said simply. "I happen to have a raging libido that just David alone can't satisfy, especially when he's working all the time."
"I still think you're just a gold digger," said Blaine.
"Oh, judge all you want, honey," Kurt said, giving him a pitying look. "I make no apologies for my lifestyle choices. It just so happens that people appear to enjoy taking care of me, and I'd just seem like ungrateful bitch if I didn't let them. I mean, when I was a kid my Daddy got me whatever I wanted, and the trend just sort of continued with all the guys I've dated."
"So... you're spoilt?"
"Actually I prefer the term 'pampered'. And it's not like I've never tried to get a job. A while back I thought about maybe being an exotic dancer or porn star, because I like the idea of guys thinking about me while they masturbate. I even thought of a really good porn star name and everything. But the whole thing just seemed like way too much work, and then I met David and there's no way he'd approve. So now I'm a kept man and there is nothing wrong with that."
"You're ridiculous," said Blaine, looking at Kurt as if he couldn't believe he was real.
Kurt smirked. "And yet you still want to fuck me. What does that say about you?"
Blaine scoffed and rolled his eyes. "Unlike you, not everything in my life revolves around sex."
"Oh, really?" said Kurt. "And when was the last time you got any?"
Blaine suddenly turned a delicate shade of pink. "A... a while."
"And how long is a while?"
"Like... a year and a half."
"Oh my God!" Kurt cried. "You haven't had sex in a year and a half? What are you, a nun?"
"It's no big deal," said Blaine, embarrassed.
"No big deal?" Kurt said in amazement. "I had sex earlier today and that isn't even enough for me. After a year and half I'd shrivel up and die. Your life makes me sad."
"Thanks," Blaine groaned.
Kurt finished the rest of his coffee and got off the counter.
"Well, enough of this banality," he said. "I'm going to go take a shower. I would ask you to join me by I know you'd just be all lame and moral about it... let me just ask you one thing though."
"What?" said Blaine, nervously.
Kurt smirked and walked up to him, slowly closer and closer.
"If I wasn't spoken for," he said softly. "If I wasn't Property of Dave Karofsky and everything... would you?"
"Would I...?" Blaine said awkwardly, backing his stool away slightly as Kurt came even closer to him.
"You know what I mean," Kurt purred, barely an inch away from Blaine. "Would you still be turning me down if I was free and single? Would you still be refusing to admit that you want to fuck me? Would you still not want to join me in the shower?"
Their noses were touching, and Blaine's breath caught in his throat as Kurt ran his fingers through his curly black hair, before suddenly pulling him into a hard, passionate kiss. Blaine couldn't help but kiss him back, especially once Kurt started to moan into his mouth and tug his hair, before his soft hands slipped down his neck and his chest, one hand resting on the steadily growing bulge in his jeans. Blaine gasped as Kurt sucked on his bottom lip and palmed his crotch. When their lips finally separated, Kurt had a smirk on his face that could only be described as pure evil.
"Yeah," he whispered. "That's what I thought."
He walked away, teasingly swaying his hips as he knew that the panting, blushing Blaine was watching him leave. This was going to be a very entertaining weekend.
So yeah. Hope you enjoyed, Humble Readers.
I shall update as soon as I figure out what's going to happen next :)
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