In Glee club that afternoon, Mr. Schue had everyone line up and do their dance from booty camp once more to make sure they still knew it. Sectionals was coming up and they couldn't afford to flop a performance because their dancing wasn't up to par, especially since they had been working on it for months. Blaine was up with Quinn and Finn, and it was obvious that he was just a tad bit scared to be standing so close to Finn while the tall boy flailed around. But Finn did better than everyone expected, and Blaine danced like a pro, shaking his hips better than Quinn.
And Kurt was cowering in the corner, afraid to open his eyes.
What kind of awful world did he live in where he couldn't even cheer his boyfriend on while he kicked the metaphorical ass out of his dance?
He tried to watch blaine like a good, supportive boyfriend. He peeked through his lashes at the group performing and blushed bright red as he caught sight of his boyfriend practically bending and snapping, his jeans hugging his ass into perfection. Kurt's lids would drop with lust and then he'd quickly look away and imagine Rachel masturbating.
Horrible imagery, but it helped.
"Hey bro, how'd I do?" Finn slumped down in the seat next to Kurt, huffing and wiping the sweat off his brow.
"Very good," he squeaked out. Blaine was sauntering over the table with towels, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. One such bead trailed it's way down Blaine's throat and over his exposed collar bone.
"Really? I think I could have done better. I was a bit off on my twists. Timing, y'know."
"Mhm."
"Are you okay, Kurt?"
Kurt wanted to kill the next person who asked him that. He had been asked if he was okay more times today than any other time in his life.
"Of course."
"It's just that, you never let me sit next to you when I sweat. And now you've barely noticed. I probably smell horrible, too."
"You do," Kurt nodded.
"Kurt," Finn leaned closer. "What's wrong?"
Kurt shook his head but his eyes were glued to Blaine. The younger boy was running a towel over his arms and neck. He grabbed at his shirt and yanked on it a few times, trying to force air into it, and each time Kurt caught a startling sight of Blaine's chisled abs and a slight trail of hair going down his stomach. His face heated up as he imagined exactly where that trail led.
"Oh," Finn muttered, voice filled with understanding. "I see."
"See what?" Kurt asked frantically. Finn nodded over to Blaine.
"You're hot for Blaine?"
"Uh, duh! I'm dating him, remember?"
"No, Kurt. That isn't what I meant. I meant, you're hot for him. Hot and bothered." Kurt blushed and stared at his hands.
"It's the medicine," he whispered, hoping no one else heard him. "It makes me...easily aroused. All the time. This is the fourth time it's happened today, and that doesn't include the morning boner I had to get rid of after I woke up. I don't know what to do."
"Wellll..." His tone scared Kurt a little. It sounded...suggestive?
"Well what?"
"Hey Blaine!" Finn waved at the boy and he walked over slowly, hips rolling slightly in a way that Kurt never noticed before today.
"What's up?" He ran his towel through his hair, unleashing the gorgeous dark curls from their confines. Kurt licked his lips, wanting so badly to tangle his fingers through those curls, to yank on Blaine's hair and push his head down Kurt's chest, to feel Blaine's hot breath on his-
Woah, calm down Hummel!
"Kurt has a bit of a problem and he really needs your help." Kurt whipped his head around, eyes popping out. What on Earth was Finn doing!
"Sure, what do you need help with, sweetie?" Oh God, the way he said sweetie so soft, so trusting, with those big puppy eyes and that gorgeous full grin. Kurt wanted to push him up against a wall, to grind his cock against Blaine's and tell him to help him with that.
Wishful thinking would get him nowhere.
"I don't know, what do I need help with, Finn?" he glared over at his step-brother.
"Hummel needs you to help him shake his hips like you do." Puck came out of nowhere, leaning against the wall next to Finn. Finn pulled his eyebrows together in confusion.
"What are you talking about? Kurt can shake his hips better than any-" Puck punched Finn in the gut and he promptly fell over.
"What my good friend is trying to say is, Kurt can shake his hips better than any guy in the room, except you. And he really wants to be able to dance with Brit and Tina like he used to, but, you know...His manly figure is starting to set it. Makes things harder. Can you help him?"
"Sure," Blaine smiled his adorable, helpful, completely oblivious smile and Kurt shook his head.
"Cool! Maybe you can show him behind the stage? You know, so he doesn't feel embarrassed or anything," Finn said, pulling himself off the ground.
"Yeah, totally." Blaine held his hand out and Kurt, legs shaking, grabbed it and allowed Blaine to lead him to the stage.
"Okay, so what you have to do is try to keep your legs and stomach still while still moving your hips. Watch me." Blaine tried the one hip motion that the whole group had practiced, his butt grinding against the air sensually, and Kurt had to remind himself to keep breathing.
"Can I..." He put his hands out, unable to find words for what he wanted to do. Blaine smiled, grabbed his hands, and placed them on his hips. He started moving his hips once more with Kurt standing a total of about five inches from them.
"See? You try." Kurt's mind was a mess. He tried without knowing what he was doing, and judging by the look on Blaine's face he was doing it wrong.
"Here, try it like this." He put Kurt's hands back on his hips and pulled the older boy against him. "Now, follow my lead." Blaine grinded his ass against Kurt slowly, so slowly that it almost hurt, the amount of pleasure that coursed through Kurt in those moments.
"Move your hips, Kurt," Blaine whispered. Kurt leaned his head on Blaine's shoulder, breathing in the unique scent of his boyfriend's hot skin, and pressed himself against Blaine.
Their bodies moved together perfectly, Kurt's front grinding against Blaine's back, and Kurt could swear Blaine was breathing harder than normal. He moved his lips up Blaine's shoulder slowly until they settled on his neck. Blaine gasped and his hips jerked back with such force that Kurt let out an audible groan, biting down on Blaine's neck softly. His hands trailed down Blaine's sides, over every muscle and contour, landing right above the line of his jeans. Blaine leaned his head back to allow Kurt better access to his neck, moaning softly when he felt a hot tongue slide up his neck to his earlobe.
"Oh God, Kurt," Blaine moaned, closing his eyes. Those words brought Kurt back to life, made him realize what he was doing and how far passed too far he had gone. He pulled his lips away from Blaine and took a step back, gasping in air.
"Kurt?" Blaine turned around quickly.
"I-I'm so sorry, baby. I didn't mean...I never wanted...I need to go!" Kurt wanted to find a huge rock, carve out the bottom, and live in it until his dying days. He couldn't believe what he had just done. He turned to leave but a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back. He slammed against Blaine's chest, face mere centimeters from Blaine's.
Blaine looked up at him through his dark lashes and Kurt saw that his eyes, too, were looking darker than usual. Blaine reached a hand up and trailed his finger down Kurt's face, over his plump lips and down his sweating jaw. His eyes darkened even more as he let his finger fall slowly, tracing over Kurt's muscular chest, over his defined abs, and over his thin jeans to lay, barely touching, against his erection.
"Blaine, st-aH!" Kurt's head fell back as Blaine rubbed his entire palm roughly against Kurt's erection. Blaine leaned forward and pressed his lips against Kurt's ear.
"I know why you've been avoiding me."
"H-how?"
"Rachel talked to me. Something about locker rooms?" Kurt growled.
"I'm going to kill her," his eyelids fluttered as he spoke. He would have been furious if Blaine hadn't just unzipped his jeans and reached his hand down Kurt's pants, feeling his hot member pulse against his strong hand.
"Why are you trying to hide it from me?" he whispered, his voice deepening from lust.
"Because I didn't want to push you." Kurt willed himself to keep taking deep breaths, even as Blaine pushed his jeans down his legs and rubbed his thigh slowly.
"Not good enough. Why?"
"B-because I didn't want to...ohh God, change anything between us." He tried to think about his words, rather than Blaine pushing his legs apart and dragging his hand up Kurt's thigh. He pressed his lips to Kurt's, deep and passionate but full of lust, as he wrapped his fingers around Kurt's length, feeling Kurt's groan vibrate against his lips.
"Why?" he asked once more as he attacked Kurt's neck with his lips, hand pumping his cock slowly.
"Because I'm stupid," Kurt moaned out, reaching his hands around and grabbing his boyfriend's ass, squeezing, pushing Blaine against him. Blaine moaned when he felt Kurt's exposed cock brush up agianst his, wanting nothing more than to strip and feel their naked bodies against each other.
"I think we need to take this somewhere private," he growled out.
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