Still not 100% about where this fic is going, but thank you, kind reviewers, for helping me to at least write the next chapter. And all you perverts will be pleased to know that smut finally happens :)
Oh, and this one is kind of from Blaine's POV more.
Anyway, reviews would be great.
Glee isn't mine. But this version of Kurt kind of is. Which is worrying. But yeah.
A Little Bit of Fun Part Three
It was only Saturday, but Blaine was already exhausted. The day before, Kurt had wanted to go shopping and, as Blaine had to look after him, Blaine had to come too. He was dragged around store after store, carrying countless bags as Kurt threw an insane amount of money around as if it didn't matter. Kurt had more fun than on any other shopping trip. He purposely picked lots of tight, sexy clothes and tried them on even though he didn't really need to, posing in front of Blaine and innocently asking whether these jeans made his ass look okay or this tight off-the-shoulder sweater was the right colour. Blaine knew exactly what Kurt was trying to do to him, and he wished that his body would stop reacting to all the obvious teasing.
When he went to the Karofsky house on Saturday (well after midday so Kurt would actually be awake), Blaine hoped that he wouldn't have to suffer through another shopping trip today. So he was incredibly surprised to find Kurt in the living room, obviously flirting with a muscular guy with a mohawk.
"Oh, hey, Blaine," Kurt said with a sweet smile.
"Hey..." Blaine said slowly, still staring at the other man that was sitting so close to Kurt on the couch.
"So this is the new guy, huh?" the other guy said with a smirk.
"Yeah, the one I told you about," said Kurt. "He's called Blaine Anderson and he's kind of a prude. Blaine, this is David's good friend and associate, Noah Puckerman."
"Hey, dude," he said. "You can call me Puck."
"Erm, okay," Blaine said awkwardly. "Hi. So... what are you doing here?"
Kurt giggled. "Well, you didn't honestly think that David would insure the care of his most prized possession to just one person, did you? Especially to a newbie like you. Noah here was just... checking up on me."
He looked at Puck and they both shared a knowing smirk, as Blaine sat down uncomfortably on the opposite couch, unsure of what to do with himself.
"So Kurt's told me a lot about you, new guy," said Puck. "Have you really not had sex in a year and a half?"
"You told him that?" Blaine spluttered.
Kurt just shrugged. "It's not every day that I meet a nun. I had to talk about it."
"Dude, I can't believe it," Puck chuckled. "How do you even live? The longest dry spell I've ever had only lasted about two weeks and it nearly killed me."
"I know right," Kurt agreed before Blaine could say anything.
"Seriously, new guy," said Puck. "How can you go a lifetime without getting any, and then when Kurt is offering it to you on a platter you turn him down?"
Blaine glared at Kurt. "You really told him everything, didn't you?"
"Well, yeah," Kurt said, as if it was an obvious thing to do. "But Noah does make a valid point."
"I told you a thousand times," Blaine said, exasperated. "I'm not going to have sex with you. Karofsky would kill me. He would literally kill me."
Kurt rolled his eyes. "He's never going to find out. See, Noah understands. When I flirted with him, he flirted back. When I asked if he wanted to join me in the shower, he accepted. He's doing it right."
"Wait," Blaine said, his eyes wide. "You guys...? I mean, you guys have...?"
"Obviously," Kurt said, shrugging again.
"But," Blaine stammered. "But Karofsky... you're his... you're his good friend and associate."
"Yeah, Karofsky's my boy," Puck said nonchalantly. "But what he doesn't know can't hurt me."
"That's exactly what I said," Kurt nodded.
Blaine shook his head, staring at the both in disbelieve. "You guys are ridiculous."
"You're right, babe," Puck scoffed. "This new guy is a fucking nun."
Kurt suddenly stood up. "I'm bored now. And you know what that means, Noah. Come on."
He walked out of the room and up the stairs, Puck eagerly following him.
"Wait, guys!" Blaine called, rushing after them. "You... you're not seriously going to...?"
Kurt and Puck ignored him and went into one of the guest bedrooms. Kurt pulled Puck on top of him on the king sized bed, and the two of them began making out as if Blaine wasn't in the room too. Blaine huffed and was about to just leave them to it, when Kurt suddenly turned his head – Puck still kissing and biting his neck – and grinned at him.
"Blaine, honey," he said sweetly. "Would you be a dear and get us a bottle of lube and a condom from that top draw? Thanks!"
Blaine frowned, but still did as he was told, leaving the half empty bottle of lube and a condom on the bedside table. He was just making his way out of the room again when once again Kurt called him.
"Wait," he said, as Puck stared unbuttoning his shirt.
"What now?" Blaine groaned, looking everywhere but at the scene on the bed.
"I didn't say you could leave," said Kurt, sounding surprisingly stern. "Sit down."
"Huh?" Blaine stood, shell-shocked and confused.
"You heard me," said Kurt forcefully, pulling Puck's shirt off. "You're not supposed to let me out of your sight. So sit down."
There was something about Kurt's order that Blaine couldn't help but find threatening. He sat down tentatively on the armchair that was opposite the bed, and Kurt smiled triumphantly before focusing all his attention on Puck again. From where he was sitting Blaine could see everything – everything – but he refused to look. He stared with determination at his own hands, wishing that it was possible to shut his ears just so he didn't have to hear all the moaning and grunting coming from the bed. He knew actually what Kurt was trying to do, and it felt like some kind of bizarre punishment. This was Blaine's punishment for daring to turn Kurt Hummel down.
Blaine heard a particularly loud moan from the bed and glanced up before he could stop himself. Puck was lying on his back, completely naked, with an equally nude Kurt sucking his impressively large cock with what seemed like a lot of skill. Blaine hated to admit it to himself, but Kurt had a beautiful body – slender and surprisingly toned, pale and practically hairless. His usually porcelain skin was rosy and glistening with sweat, as he hollowed his cheeks and took as much of Puck's cock into his mouth as possible.
Blaine sort of hated himself for being so turned on – his erection was already straining against his jeans – but he hated himself a lot more for feeling of jealous of Puck. Yes, he wanted Kurt, he wanted him so bad. From the moment they had met he wanted Kurt, and the fact that Kurt couldn't be more off-limits if he tired just made him even more desirable. Blaine wished that he could be in Puck's place, with Kurt gorgeous mouth around his shaft. But, at the same time, he couldn't help but think about Karofsky.
Kurt was his property, his most prized possession. Blaine certainly didn't want to end up getting 'fired' like that Sam guy. He knew what big mob bosses like Karofsky did to guys that betrayed them. Blaine wouldn't just get killed – he'd be tortured first. He'd get his fingers cut off and his legs broken. He'd get the shit kicked out of him, probably by 'associates' like Noah Puckerman, who would pretend to be disgusted by Blaine's behaviour even though they'd all probably had sex with Kurt too. As much as Blaine wanted Kurt, he didn't want to die. So instead he sat quietly on the armchair, staring at his hands and wishing it was possible to shut his ears to the sound of Kurt and Puck screwing on the bed.
He could hear Kurt moaning and crying out louder and louder, he could hear Puck grunting and cursing, and he could hear the bed creaking and the headboard banging against the wall. He dug his fingernails into his palms, shutting his eyes tightly, wishing there was something to block out the sound of Kurt screaming Puck's first name. Finally – finally – they both seemed to reach their climaxes at the same time, and Blaine could only hear them breathing heavily and Kurt giggling. Blaine didn't dare look up, and he still sat obediently in the armchair.
He heard the bed creaking and heavy footsteps, and glanced up to see Puck walking over to the bathroom. Kurt was still lying on the bed, the sheets twisted around him but not really covering him, his usually perfect hair and complete mess. He sat up on his elbows and smirked at Blaine, who glared back at him.
"What the hell was that in aid of?" Blaine said bitterly. "Why did you make me stay?"
Kurt shrugged. "I like it when someone's watching. I'm kind of kinky like that. Although I did notice that you were mainly looking down. But I can see that you liked what you heard..."
He looked meaningfully at the bulge in Blaine's jeans. Blaine just shook his head.
"I really hate you, do you know that?" he said.
"And yet you wish you could have fucked me just like Noah did earlier," Kurt said with an innocent smile. "What does that say about you?"
Blaine huffed and stood up awkwardly – his stupid erection still hadn't gone down – and made his way out of the bedroom.
"If you need help dealing with that boner, I'm here for you, honey," Kurt said sweetly.
Blaine didn't turn around. He just kept walking until he was out of the room, thinking about dead kittens and Karofsky shooting him in the kneecaps to help cool himself off. This job really wasn't any fun at all.
Hope you enjoyed, Humble Readers :)
Who knows what will happen next. I certainly don't.
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