Two Steps Back
Disclaimer: I'm not RIB, so I don't own Glee or any of the characters. If I did, I'd be rich and probably not writing fanfiction! This fic will dive into MPREG, so I'll be using my go-to MPREG explanation like I did in When We're Older aka the Reddin gene. The gene is based on the Reddin character from the 1994 movie Junior. You should really watch it if you like mpreg. It's a good movie, I promise (I also don't have any rights to it either!) I also don't really own anything mentioned in this except for the crazy storyline so... I OWN NOTHING. The title is inspired by a Paula Abdul song called Opposites Attract by the way.
Warning: SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER. Just thought you'd like to know!
"Okay, like, I really don't know what happened between you and Kurt, but that doesn't mean that you should be so down in the dumps the whole week, Blaine!"
Rachel stepped into her brother's room and took a seat on the bed, patting her brother's ankle as the younger boy curled up in a ball and rolled away from her. It had been a week since the strange argument between Kurt and himself and Blaine felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to his heart. He was hurt, his heart aching over the words that Kurt said, and all he wanted to do was spend some time in bed watching sad movies while he stuffed himself full of cookies... that or go to the gym and beat the hell out of a punching bag, whichever was easier to do at the time. Rachel didn't know what happened; she had entered the picture right as Blaine was storming out to the car after the fight and after spending a week trying to find out what went down, all she had were various stories she heard throughout the school. However she couldn't sort out which rumor was a blatant lie and which might have had some truth to it.
So, she didn't bother trying to figure it out. She just wanted to see her brother happy again.
"You should really come to the party tonight. Finn said that we have to come since we're members of New Directions now and we really should try to become better friends with everyone before the school year ends. Then we can invite people over during the summer and become best friends with everyone!"
"You can go. I'm staying home."
"Blaine! You can't just skip our first big party of the school year!"
"I can and I will."
"But everyone wants you to come!"
"Sure they do."
"Just because you and Kurt got into a fight doesn't mean you have to let it ruin your life! Just come out for one night of fun and then I won't bug you anymore! Please?" She crawled over Blaine's legs, sliding onto the floor to peer up from the side of the bed he faced, batting her long lashes as she widened her big dark eyes. "Please? For me?"
"Ugh, fine," Blaine grumbled, throwing an arm over his eyes. Beside him, his sister squealed and hopped up and down in excitement, dropping down to hug him before she turned and skipped out of the room. From down the hall, he heard her yell for him to be ready by seven and once her bedroom door slammed, he cursed under his breath and pulled a pillow over his face, wishing that one of his Dalton friends would call him and invite him to a game night or something in order to get him out of his other plans.
They didn't; not like he wasn't surprised.
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By the time seven o' clock rolled around on that Friday night, the party at Puckerman's house was in full swing. On one side of the room, Santana and Mercedes were dueting to a Tina Turner showstopper on the karaoke machine Mercedes brought; another corner housed some of the guys who were standing around nursing beers while they talked sports and video games; and in the kitchen, Quinn Fabray was busy making incredibly tasty (and ridiculously strong) mixed drinks for whoever wanted them.
That's where Kurt was: in the kitchen standing next to Quinn while she stirred a generous amount of rum and other sweet-smelling liquids into a punch bowl. Once the alcohols were mixed, she added some fruit juice and a bunch of frozen yellow cubes ("It's pineapple juice, you dolt! Like I'd put piss in our drinks!"), stirring the mix with gusto before she took a taste and grinned like the devil she was.
"You're so bad," Kurt mused, smirking at his friend when she poured him a glass and put an orange slice on the side as a garnish. "Really? An orange wedge?"
"This is a classy house party, Hummel. Get with the program," she teased, tucking a piece of her neon pink hair behind her ears as she poured out more glasses of the good stuff. Beside her, Kurt greedily drank his share and refilled his glass, ignoring the glare he was on the receiving end of. "You really shouldn't drink it that fast. I've got other things to make and you aren't as much of a heavyweight as you think you are."
"Just let me drink and mind your own business." He downed half of his second drink in no time and went to nibble at the orange slice, turning his attention to the sound of Mercedes hitting a bunch of powerful notes in the living room. When he peered around the corner, he couldn't help but smirk at the sight of Finn, Puck, and Sam all on their knees bowing to the dark-skinned girl as she wailed out the end of the song. He understood, he totally did - Mercedes was a powerhouse and she deserved all the praise she got. So, when she looked up and caught his eye, he smiled at her and raised his glass, blushing when she blew him a kiss.
"Do you ever wish you two were closer?" Quinn asked, sidling up next to Kurt in the doorway as they watched Santana drop it low and shake her ass to the beat of the song.
"Who? You mean me and Mercedes?"
"Yeah."
"Eh. I dunno. She was the first person I came out to, but people change. It happens."
"Don't I know it." Quinn lifted her cup and bumped it against Kurt's when he held his out. When he went to take another sip of his drink, she struck. "What about Blaine?"
Kurt choked, sputtering on the blue liquid for a moment before he caught his breath. "What about him?"
"What's the deal between you two? You asked him out yet?"
"Fuck no. There's absolutely nothing between me and Abs."
"Abs?" Shock rang through Quinn's voice as she looked up at Kurt incredulously. "You've got pet names for him? How sweet. Are you two having sex too?"
"Shut it, Fabray, before I make you eat that plastic."
Quinn cackled, shoving Kurt's shoulder as she stepped back and went to pour a drink for Artie. "You seem real upset over something so trivial as someone who's just a friend. Are you sure you two aren't screwing?"
At that moment, Puck stepped into the kitchen, slipping between the two with ease as he ran a hand along Quinn's bare waist. "Are you talking about Hummel and baby Berry?"
"Oh my god-" Kurt blushed.
"Yeah. He's trying to act like he doesn't want in those tight ass pants, but-"
"He totally does."
"I do not!"
"He does-"
"Yeah, he does."
Puck and Quinn continued to discuss Kurt's supposed love life, so he left the room, ignoring their laughter as he stepped into the living room. His drink was refilled, his friends were singing, and as long as he shut out the annoying teasing, he was fine.
Or at least he was until the front door opened and Rachel Berry and her younger brother walked in.
"Rachel! Blaine! You guys made it!" Finn yelled, slipping his way through the crowd of people to greet the newest guests. Rachel looked decently dressed for once, wearing a powder blue polka-dotted dress with a white cardigan over it. It wasn't a party dress, that was for sure, but she looked nice and Finn seemed to appreciate the view. As for her brother, well... from what Kurt could see, Blaine looked good.
Like Rachel, he wasn't really dressed for a high school house party, but he looked so damn hot that Kurt couldn't find it within himself to complain. The boy was wearing a tight, white button down shirt; the sleeves were rolled up to his elbows and over the shirt, he wore a dark grey fitted vest that emphasized his little waist and stocky shoulders. His light grey dress pants added a final touch to the whole outfit and in the back of his mind, Kurt found the ensemble to be very reminiscent of something he himself would've worn long ago (or even now if he gave two shits about fashion like he used to.) Swallowing thickly, he took a few deep gulps of his drink and then left the room, squeezing past the group around the punch bowl to grab up the bottle of vodka. Behind him, he could hear people asking him questions, but his mind was racing so much with thoughts of Blaine, Blaine, Blaine that all he wanted to do was shut everything up, so he poured himself a whole glass of vodka and drank several gulps of it, coughing against the burn, but relishing in the pain anyway.
As he drank, he didn't feel Blaine's eyes on him from across the room even though they were there and burning holes into his back.
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Nothing could have prepared Blaine for what he saw when he got to Puck's house.
For one, he was totally expecting alcohol to be there - that was a given, especially when Rachel patted him on the knee on the way over and told him she was going to be the designated driver that evening so that he could have a fun night. So, that happened. And two, he was totally expecting everyone to be there - even Kurt, as much as it plagued him to think about.
But what he wasn't expecting was to see Kurt looking like that.
The last week alone was like Kurt just told the world to fuck it; he came to school looking pissed off and moody, his hair tousled and messy, and his clothes dark and brooding. But tonight, he looked... sexy. He was wearing a fitted black three-quarter-sleeved shirt with a bedazzled, sparkly skull in the middle. Along with that, he wore tight (so fucking tight) black skinny jeans and spiked knee-high boots that accentuated his long legs and muscular calves. He looked all kinds of sinful in his outfit and upon seeing him, Blaine felt his stomach drop.
He couldn't do this.
"Rachel, I don't think-" He started, pausing when he realized that he was standing alone in the entryway. Rachel was long gone, off talking to Finn and some of the other members of New Directions, and when Blaine noticed that she left him, he felt sick to his stomach. Around him, everybody else was chatting up a storm or singing or doing something... but he was alone.
He was always alone.
Frowning, he wandered around the bottom floor. Puck's house was tiny, much smaller than the Berry home or the Hudson-Hummel's place, but it was quaint and seemed to be a decent size for the little family. As far as Blaine knew, Puck lived with his mom and sister, but the two women went out of town for the weekend, so Puck had the place to himself... thus, party!
"You want a drink?" Someone asked, interrupting his thought process. Blaine turned to decline, but found himself looking down at Kurt's pink haired friend Quinn, the girl holding out a red cup filled with a pretty ocean blue liquid. It smelled like coconuts and pineapple and there were bright gold ice cubes floating in it. While he studied the drink, Quinn slipped an orange wedge on the side of his cup, smiling when he looked up at her. "It's a blue hawaiian. Drink it. It's good. I should know. I made it."
Taking an experimental sip, he let the beverage sit on his tongue for a moment before he swallowed. "That's actually really delicious."
"Well, there's more where that came from," Quinn answered, waving her heavily bracelet-accented arm to gestured to a line of punch bowls filled with various colored liquids. "I just got done making some sangria and then there's a bowl of some sort of melon drink Puck made... and we're making others so if you have a request, let me know and I'll see if I can make it."
Nodding, Blaine took a sip of his drink, amazed at how good it was, and went to look around the kitchen again. For a second, he caught Kurt's eye when he found the other boy leaning against the counter talking to Tina but as soon as the fleeting moment passed, Kurt looked away and left Blaine staring at him awkwardly. The moment made his heart feel heavy, so he downed his drink and went to refill it, drinking that one just as fast before he got some of the melon stuff Puck made.
By the first hour he was there, he gulped down a handful of random drinks and was pleasantly buzzed/heading towards wasted... and that's where Kurt found him later on.
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If there was one thing that Kurt noticed about Blaine in the beginning, it was that the boy was a force to be reckoned with.
He could sing, he could dance, he was smart... and he was cute too. And right now, he was shaking his ass in the middle of the living room while Beyoncé blasted on the stereo. It wasn't Kurt's jam (Single Ladies was) but it was a song he recognized and it was obviously one Blaine adored because he was killing it out there with Brittany and Mike. Lazily, Kurt stood in the doorway and watched, licking his sticky lips as he watched Blaine bend over and pop back up in a seductive move that could only be described as fucking hot.
"How come you aren't all over that ass, ladyface?"
Santana Lopez slid an arm around Kurt's waist and leaned into him, her dark eyes locked on the leggy blonde dancing with Blaine. She smelled of something expensive and of the drinks of the evening, but Kurt knew her well enough to know that she wasn't anywhere near drunk... or tipsy even.
"He's not my type."
"Bull-freaking-horseshit," she growled, elbowing Kurt in the side. "It reads Property of Kurt Hummel all over that bubble butt and you don't even need the Hubble telescope to see that - well, fuck, you don't even need the world's weakest telescope to see that. A blind person could see it. I mean, god-"
"Can you stop?"
The beat picked up, morphing into another sexy song (one that Kurt recognized from a movie he watched years ago) and then Sam Evans joined the fray, body rolling and whatever next to Blaine as the heavy-lidded drunk boy bounced his ass beside him.
"Man, sometimes I still wonder if Trouty Mouth is completely straight. He really boggles the mind sometime," Santana mused, watching curiously as Sam rolled his hips towards Blaine and Blaine responded with a roll of his own. It was incredibly attractive to Kurt, being able to watch two of the cutest boys he knew dance so freely like that together, but even though he really appreciated the view, he could feel the ugly green head of jealousy begin to tear through him at each and every little movement Blaine and Sam made.
"Jesus fucking Christ, Hummel. If I wasn't holding onto you right now, I bet you'd march right over there and piss all over that boy. Damn! You really need to mark that territory before somebody else comes in and does it because you're looking hella pissed right now."
"Shut up, Lopez. Honestly."
"I mean, Karofsky checks that ass out too. Won't be long until he moves on from you and goes to the next best thing-"
Eyes wide, Kurt looked down at the girl beside him. He didn't know Santana knew about Karofsky; there was no way. Dave hadn't come out and Kurt never spoke a word of what happened to anyone, but yet... she knew.
Sensing his panic, Santana tightened her grip on his waist. "It doesn't take a rocket scientist to see the signs, you know. Plus, my gaydar is insanely accurate. I could sense his homo from miles and miles away... and the fact that he stares at you like you're the homosexual equivalent to Jesus doesn't make him look any better."
"You can't-"
"Oh god, I'm not gonna out him. That's not how I roll, fancypants. I'm just letting you know. Anderson-Berry's got a fine ass and you've been freezing Karofsky out like a god damn blizzard. It's only a matter of time before Dave decides to try his hand at winning over twinkletoes... well, unless someone else gets to him first." She didn't even let Kurt respond, instead slipping out from under his hold to slide onto the makeshift dance floor with Brittany. Once she was gone, Kurt looked back over at Blaine and bit back a groan when he noticed the other boy carelessly running a hand through his immaculately styled hair, fluffing the gelled down strands with his fingertips.
And when his fingers trailed down from his scalp to his lips, Kurt had to leave. He needed another drink. A strong one... a really strong one.
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"Oh shit! Sorry man!"
Kurt hissed, jumping back out of Puck's way even though it was already too late - his shirt was covered in ice-cold sangria and it was running down his neck at a fast pace. "God damnit, Puck! This shirt is new, you idiot! Fuck!"
"Dude, just run upstairs and get something of mine. You can toss that in the tub or something and we'll wash it later, ok? Sorry about that."
Kurt didn't even wait around to discuss it any longer. Once Puck said he could change into one of his things, he stumbled up the stairs and away from the party in order to save his brand new shirt. When he disappeared from their sight, Puck turned towards Quinn and gave her a thumbs up before wandering over to where Blaine was doing the silliest dance move, now half-dressed in just his white dress shirt (which was now unbuttoned all the way; his vest was elsewhere in the house, having been discarded hours ago when Blaine was busy dancing his ass off.)
"You having fun, Anderson?"
Blaine looked up at him, his gold eyes glazed over from drinking too much. Like Kurt, he had been drinking non-stop since he got there, and while everyone worried the two were taking their fight way too seriously, they left them alone since no one knew the real reason why the two were fighting. In the meantime, Blaine was so wasted that he didn't even bother correcting Puck's misuse of his last name; he just smiled and swayed on his feet, leaning a bit on Puck as he straightened up.
"Actually, I've really gotta pee but someone's been in the bathroom for the last hour."
"Oh, that's just Zizes! She got sick earlier. We've got a bathroom upstairs though if you want to use it instead."
"You don't mind?"
"Nah, man. When you've gotta go, you've gotta go. I'd rather you use that bathroom than pee your pants in my living room."
Blaine smiled brightly, punching Puck in the shoulder before he turned and shuffled his way towards the stairs. As he started the trek up, Puck yelled directions to the bathroom over the music and soon Blaine was out of his sight, upstairs and ready to head into the same exact bathroom Kurt was in. Smirking, Puck caught Quinn's eye again and they both smirked, happy their plan worked (for the time being.)
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When Blaine got upstairs, he was annoyed to find the bathroom door closed. The light was on inside so someone was obviously in there, but still... he really had to pee.
So, he began banging on the door. At first he just knocked normally, but when the person didn't answer (thanks to the noise from the music blasting downstairs and from them running water inside), he began knocking to the beat of the music. Within seconds, the door flew open to reveal a shirtless (and angry) Kurt.
"The fuck- Blaine?"
"Can I... I know we're mad at each other right now, but I've really, really gotta pee. Like I'm about to wet myself and I-"
Kurt rolled his eyes, "Just go. I won't look."
"Oh thank god," Blaine breathed, darting past Kurt towards the toilet. He wasted no time in dropping his pants and using the bathroom and within seconds, he was done. Nervously, he hovered in the background while Kurt held his shirt underneath the spray of the sink, trying to wash out the sangria stain, but when Kurt felt Blaine's eyes on him, he looked up and glared.
"Yes?"
"I need to wash my hands."
"Oh for fuck's sake... go on then."
Blaine squeezed between Kurt and the wall (the bathroom was seriously tiny), quickly washing his hands as thoroughly as he could without pissing off the other boy anymore. Once he was done, he took the towel off of the rack and wiped at his hands, watching as Kurt went back to rinsing his shirt. "What happened?"
"What does it look like? I got shit on my shirt."
"That sucks. Is it coming out?"
"Fuck if I know. It's wine on a black shirt. I can't tell."
"Well, if you can't tell, why bother?"
Annoyance bristled up Kurt's spine and he balled his shirt up in his fists, his gaze slowly traveling over to where Blaine stood. "Why are you still here?"
"I just- you know what? Nevermind. I'll go." Blaine made to move, ducking past Kurt to step into the hall. His lowered sense of sobriety, however, made it difficult to gauge what he was about to do because as soon as he stepped forward, he tripped, stumbling out into the hall and landing flat on his back with an oof. Kurt jumped back, having tried to catch him (though he missed terribly); he was horrified and slightly amused over what just happened... and then he laughed, breathy and high-pitched, and he couldn't stop even as he stared down at his sprawled out friend.
"That was the most ungraceful thing I've ever seen in my life!"
"Well, fuck you," Blaine mumbled, slowly starting to laugh as well. Through his chuckles, he blinked up at Kurt with bright eyes as the taller boy stared down at him. "You could've caught me!"
"I tried! But you went one way and my arms went the other! It wasn't like I wanted to see you hit the floor! You just... did." An amused expression spread across Kurt's face and as soon as Blaine saw it, he burst out laughing again, tossing an arm over his bare stomach as he chuckled through a fit of laughter-induced tears. Kurt giggled as well, still drunk and bubbly, and without a care, he leaned down and took Blaine's hands, pulling his friend up and off of the floor. Due to his own inebriation, Blaine swayed back and forth on his feet for several seconds until he regained his balance, then he smiled happily at Kurt, squeezing the other boy's hands with his own sweaty ones.
"Thanks."
"Uh... it- it was no problem," Kurt stuttered out, eyes immediately falling to Blaine's worry-bitten red lips. The boy standing before him was incredibly beautiful, wide-eyed and gorgeous with his guard let down much, much more than before now that he had a few drinks in him. Kurt himself felt tipsy with freedom, having felt better than he had in days since he and Blaine fought and he wondered if Blaine could see it too.
(He could.)
Blinking, Kurt stepped forward, his hands dropping Blaine's in order to reach out and grasp the shorter boy's slender waist. When his long fingers touched the hot, bare skin of Blaine's sides, Blaine sighed and reached up to grasp at Kurt's forearms, holding him tightly as if he didn't want to ever let go.
"Blaine-"
"I want... Kurt, I want-"
"What do you want? What is it?"
"I want... you to kiss me. I just- I know you said that I- I- Kurt, please."
His eyes were fucking huge and he begging for it, begging for Kurt to just put his lips on him and claim him like he'd been wanting for weeks and just the sight of it, the sight of Blaine wanting him sent a trail of heat straight to his dick. "Fuck, Blaine," he breathed out, leaning forward and meeting his friend halfway as their lips met. Blaine sunk into his embrace, hands loosening their grip on his wrists to run up Kurt's muscular arms and finally wrap around his neck. Their lips meshed against each other, all molten heat and tasting of a strange mixture of sweet and bitter from the mixed drinks they'd been consuming all evening. Just the hint of coconut on Blaine's lips made a fire stir in Kurt's belly and he pushed his tongue against the slightly parted seam of Blaine's mouth, moaning when it opened fully and Blaine allowed Kurt's tongue to brush against his.
They continued kissing, Blaine still curled around Kurt as they stood there in the hallway. His hands were still linked behind Kurt's neck, but Kurt couldn't help himself - he wanted to touch, touch, touch. To feel.
He let his hands roam, feeling along the muscles of Blaine's back, pushing against the hollows of his chest to feel the ribs beneath. For a moment, his fingers trailed down the soft press of his belly and he moaned against Blaine's lips when his nails scraped against a fine layer of hair that ran down from Blaine's belly button and disappeared into his pants.
Other than that, the rest of his chest was hairless; but that little happy trail, the one that obviously led to the hardness that was rocking against Kurt's thigh, made Kurt want to feel more. Sighing, he pulled away from Blaine's mouth and latched onto his neck, tasting the sweat salted skin as Blaine tipped his head back and groaned. The shorter boy's hips snapped hard against Kurt, showing how much he truly enjoyed the action Kurt had just taken, and Kurt couldn't help but smirk into the heated skin. "Fuck, you're so hot, Abs." He panted against Blaine's neck, but his friend just responded in jibberish, too far gone in his lust to even speak properly. "I want you so fucking bad."
"Me too. M-Me too," Blaine whined, rocking against Kurt some more as he dipped his head lower and breathed heavily against Kurt's earlobe. His breaths tickled, but soon they turned into high-pitched little grunts that sent shockwaves straight to Kurt's dick.
"Fuck."
"Fuck me, Kurt. Please-"
"God, Blaine-"
"Please-"
Kurt pulled away, his drunken haze wavering as he looked down at his friend; all he could see was want, need, and desire there reflecting back at him from Blaine's wide-eyed gaze. Blaine was so ridiculously debauched, his hair askew and hanging in curls, loose from the sweat that grazed his brow; his skin was dewy and flushed, lips kiss red and gorgeously swollen, parted just enough to look absolutely sinful. In his mind, Kurt was cursing the boy before him in every single way he could, in every other language that he knew curse words in... because Blaine was just that hot.
Of course, things on Blaine's front weren't that easy either. Kurt was just standing there, tall and built like a freaking Adonis. His bare chest was like marble, skin so silky and pale, and his arms were strong, speckled with dark hair and light freckles. Just looking at his arms made Blaine imagine Kurt holding him backwards against the wall, one arm around his waist hoisting him in the air while the other was wrapped around his chest, a hand holding his neck as Kurt pounded into him from behind.
Oh fuck.
"Kurt, please-" Blaine whimpered, chest heaving as he took in a few large breaths, and when he looked up and let his large golden eyes meet Kurt's icy blue ones, it was over. Truly over.
Kurt grabbed him by the hand and tugged him down the hall, pushing him into an empty bedroom before he kicked the door shut behind him. Below them, the party raged on, the bass from the stereo booming and shaking the house, and Kurt smiled to himself when Blaine gasped loudly as he was pushed onto the bed. Hands made quick (although somewhat sloppy, thanks to their drunken brains) movements against belt buckles and zippers; shoes were kicked off of feet and onto the floor and Kurt yanked Blaine's shirt clear off in one fell swoop, smiling when he took in the sight of his friend's chest and abdomen.
"You're gorgeous."
"Am not. You are," Blaine whispered, looking up at Kurt through his long lashes. The two of them watched each other silently, hearts pounding to the beat of the music below as they stared. Blaine's cock was straining against his tight grey briefs, a small wet spot growing where his hardness leaked through the fabric. Just staring at the length of him through the shadowy material made Kurt's mouth water and he reached down, cupping it in his hand. Instantly, Blaine arched against him, whining low in his throat as Kurt's hand rubbed up and down his cock before it slipped up towards the band of his underwear and dipped inside. "Kurt-"
"Shh, I've got you." Kurt worked his hand against Blaine's length, ducking down to capture the other boy's mouth with his own as Blaine's moans became more wanton and needy. Their tongues tangled together as they kissed, Kurt using his larger frame to press Blaine down into the mattress as he made out with him. Groaning, he thrust his hips forward and brushed his hard-on against Blaine's thigh, freezing when Blaine suddenly pushed him away. "Blaine?"
"I don't- I don't want-"
"Oh god-"
"No, no!" Blaine backtracked quickly, grabbing Kurt's waist to yank him back when the other boy tried to hop off of the bed. "Kurt, no- I want you... I want you inside me. Please, I just-"
"You really want this?"
"God, yes," Blaine whimpered, writhing against the bedding when Kurt's hand slipped back down to grasp his naked cock. It was slick against his fingers and he used the wetness to stroke up and down a bit, blinking in awe as he watched Blaine's dick bob within his fingers.
"We need lube."
"I don't-"
"I've got it." Popping up, Kurt darted across the room and out into the hall, stumbling a bit from his lack of sobriety before he regained his balance. He somewhat knew his way around the house thanks to many nights crashing in Puck's living room following a round of drinking, so when he found the door with the dents and scratches in it, he pushed it open and went inside the room. Noah Puckerman was one of the messiest boys Kurt had ever known in his life, but he was always well-stocked when it came to lube (condoms were another story - and of course, when Kurt went to look, there weren't any in the drawer.) Frowning, he took an unopened bottle of lubricant and ran back down the hall, careful not to trip over his unbuttoned, loose pants. When he re-entered the bedroom he left Blaine in (which he realized was Puck's mom's room - and god, did he owe that woman a fruit basket in apology), he climbed onto the bed and straddled Blaine's hips, happy to see his friend (now lover) was still rock hard in wait. "I found it."
"Thank god."
"But we have a problem."
Blaine propped himself up on his elbows, tossing his head back in a groan when the movement became too much for his rum-filled brain to handle, but after a few seconds of catching his breath, he looked back at Kurt with those damn glossy eyes. "What's that?"
"We don't have condoms-"
"Well, you're clean, right?"
"Yeah-"
"And I'm a virgin, so we're good then."
"But what about-"
"Kurt, c'mon!" Blaine whined, his grabby hands reaching down to pull Kurt forward by his ass cheeks. When the taller boy slumped over, his clothed cock brushed Blaine's naked one and he moaned, immediately ducking down to kiss Blaine's full lips again. As they went back to kissing, they discarded the rest of their clothes in a messy, sloppy pile. Before long, they were both naked and Kurt was latched on Blaine's neck again, sucking deep, wet hickeys on the other boy's collarbone.
"So good, so fucking hot."
"Kurt, I'm not- I'm not gonna last if you don't-"
"Shh, babe. Soon." As he spoke those words, he uncapped the lube and fiddled with the opening, finally popping through the seal to squirt a liberal amount on his fingers. "Open your legs for me. There we go." His slick fingers trailed down Blaine's thigh, leaving a wet line down the long, lean muscle. The further he went, the more Blaine trembled beneath him. "Shh, it's alright. You still wanna do this?"
"God yes. I'm just... scared."
"Of what?" While he waited for Blaine to talk, he dropped down between his legs, pressing kisses against Blaine's strong calf. "What's wrong, Abs?"
"It's... my first time. You know that."
"I know." He peered up, glancing at Blaine's half-lidded eyes, his eyelashes so long and dark. So fucking hot. "I'll take care of you." With a kiss to Blaine's knee, he began rubbing his index finger around Blaine's tight hole, kissing him again when Blaine instantly tensed up. "Relax, babe. Relax for me." And almost like magic, Blaine sucked in a deep breath and Kurt slipped his finger inside, working Blaine open as gently as he could. Above him, Blaine panted, his breaths loud against the booming music downstairs. "So good. So good for me."
"Kurt, please-"
Blaine continued to whine above him and Kurt did his best to grant his wishes, sliding another finger inside once he was sure Blaine was good and ready for another one. For a few minutes, he scissored the other boy open before he added a third and final finger and by the time he was sure Blaine was fully stretched, the other boy was babbling nonsense, gripping the sheets with white-knuckled fingers.
Kurt, on the other hand, was harder than he'd ever been. His friend's breathy, squealing noises went straight to his cock every single time and all he really wanted to do was wrap his hand around himself and jerk off over Blaine's supple mouth. But Blaine kept begging and he was so open and ready... and Kurt was too.
"Relax, babe." He breathed, slicking up his cock with some lube before he knelt in between Blaine's legs. Reaching up, he stole a few pillows from the head of the bed and tucked one beneath Blaine's hips, mentally thinking to himself that he'd need to buy Puck's mom some new bedding. Once Blaine was ready, he took himself into his hand and lined his cock up with Blaine's lube-slicked entrance. "Fuck, you're beautiful."
"Kurt-"
Gently, he guided his length into Blaine, slowly allowing the tight, hot heat to stretch around him as Blaine began keening and arching his back against the discomfort. "You okay?" Kurt panted, struggling to control his breathing as he fought the urge to just pound the hell out of Blaine's tight, tight ass.
"It... it hurts. You're big," Blaine mumbled, head tossed back to show off his long neck and bobbing Adam's apple. His fingers were still squeezing the sheets to death and his body was reddened with blush - from being drunk on those damn mixed drinks Quinn made and from lust. He looked absolutely beautiful.
Hearing that he was considered big made a burst of pride swell in his chest and Kurt smiled, still dazed from the feeling of Blaine around him and from the feeling of straight vodka running through his veins. He felt alive and loved and all of a sudden, he felt like he could cry. Sniffling, he brought his hands to Blaine's legs and slightly lifted one of them towards his face, pressing his lips against the muscular calf before he set them back on the bed and reached up to link his fingers with Blaine's.
Their hands fit together perfectly. Like they were made for each other, made to hold each other.
Squeezing, Kurt pulled back a bit, gauging Blaine's face as best as he could to see if his friend was in any pain. Blaine's head was still cast back, but he was licking his lips and moaning, so Kurt thrust forward gently, groaning himself when Blaine tightened around him.
"Please move again," Blaine whispered, his voice soft in the too loud room, but Kurt caught it and did what he was told, gently beginning to move in and out of the strong warmth around him. The more he moved, the tighter Blaine's fingers squeezed his and tears filled his eyes. It was so weird; he didn't understand why he was getting so emotional, but all he knew was that he wanted this to be perfect, no matter how tipsy they both were.
He cared so much for Blaine and the last week alone during their fight only proved how much he really liked him, despite how short the amount of time they'd known each other was.
"Blaine. Blaine," Kurt sighed, sliding his fingers from Blaine's clutches. He dragged his nails along Blaine's hard thighs and hiked the other boy's legs higher, speeding up the pace of his snapping hips when Blaine moaned out that he wanted more. With the change, Blaine cried out, arms flailing behind him to grip at the edge of the bed as he began to bounce up off of the mattress from the momentum. Kurt held him steady, fucking harder into him with each thrust, and the more he moved, the more beautiful noises Blaine made. "Oh, oh Blaine!"
"Kurt, harder! Please!"
They were sweating, dripping perspiration. It was so damn hot in the room and they were both still so filled to the brim with alcohol that it felt like it was pouring out of their pores. Blaine's legs were slick, Kurt's fingers having the hardest time holding them apart and up, so he let one of them go, allowing his hand to fall to the plane of Blaine's belly, rubbing the smooth skin there as he pounded into him. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with their moans and Kurt closed his eyes, tilting his head back to face the ceiling, hoping that the spinning fan above would help cool him down a little.
It didn't. The heat was internal, too hot, too wonderful, and he moaned aloud, opening his eyes to stare down at the boy beneath him.
Blaine looked absolutely wrecked, mouth open and wet, eyes clenched shut, and hair soaked with sweat and falling in front of his face. His skin was stained red with blush and he looked more beautiful at that moment in the dim lighting of the room than he ever did. Smiling, Kurt sped up his pace, listening as Blaine practically sobbed, telling him how close he was to his orgasm.
"You're close."
"So close. I- oh!"
"Come on baby. Come for me. Come on." He pumped his hips faster, his hand pressing down harder into the hard muscles of Blaine's abdomen as he fucked him rougher into the mattress. "Come on. Come for me, Blaine."
As soon as his name slipped from Kurt's lips, Blaine cried out, his body arching as his orgasm overtook him. Stripes of semen spilled across his chest and belly and a little landed on Kurt's hand, which Kurt lifted and licked away while he continued going after his own orgasm. Beneath him, still trembling from how hard he just came, Blaine cracked his eyes open and looked up at the beautiful man above him. Kurt was all long and lean, strong arms holding Blaine open as his muscular thighs pushed him forward. All over his body, Blaine was beginning to become so sensitive but he was just so enthralled by what was happening in him that he couldn't keep his eyes off of Kurt.
His rainbow hair was wet and falling in front of his lust blown dark eyes; he was watching Blaine, keeping eye contact with him as he fucked into him, his upper lip curled in a slight snarl and his nose scrunched as he hunched down and quickened his pace.
"Kurt-"
Even though he thought he was finished coming, little spurts of come leaked from Blaine's cock the more Kurt fucked into him and it was so fucking hot, hot enough that Blaine wasn't sure if he ever wanted it to end. He looked down at the hand on his stomach, just noticing how hard Kurt was pressing (he was sure there'd be bruises later), but he also noticed how much of a turn-on it was to see Kurt's long fingers stretched over his abdomen.
God. Oh God.
"Blaine," Kurt whined, his voice growing higher in pitch. That's when Blaine knew Kurt was going to come (so close) so he tightened his muscles, sighing when Kurt sobbed in pleasure. "Blaine, god-"
"Come in me, Kurt."
That was all it took. Those words slipping from Blaine's kiss-swollen mouth. Those words whispered into the night air as Kurt leaned forward, hand still spread out on Blaine's stomach, crying out as his orgasm overcame him and he came deep inside his lover... those very words would be ones that Blaine Anderson-Berry would never, ever, ever forget.
Come in me, Kurt.
Come in me.
A/N: Annnnd there you have it, ladies and gentlemen! That was my first ever attempt at smut. Did you like it? It wasn't THAT bad, was it? Hopefully it wasn't TOO terrible since it came from a straight, virgin female, ya know? My lack of sexual experience is umm... well, lacking, like I said! Anyway, let me know what you thought! Thanks!