It's time…
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Last time on "Try Me":
Blaine pulled him to a stop so they could make eye contact. "I want to hear you moan, I want to hear you gasp and cry out in pleasure. I want you to scratch your fingers down my back," he said, stepping in closer to Kurt until they were nose to nose. "I want to watch your body bow with pleasure as your body gets close to orgasm. I want to see your come shoot across our bodies. I want to hear you squeak as I lick your come, tasting you. I want to wrap my lips around your cock and make you come that way, too. I want to kiss you until both of our lips are swollen and numb. I want to touch and taste every inch of your skin with my fingers, my lips, with my tongue," he whispered against Kurt's mouth. "I want to change your view of lovemaking. I want to make you come so many times, you won't remember your own name and then I want to have you one more time."
He stared into Kurt's eyes, darkened with lust. His beautiful mouth was open and he was lightly panting. His cheeks were flushed the most delicious pink color.
"Blaine?" he breathed.
"Yes?" Blaine responded, his own body heating up with need.
"Take me home and make love to me. Please?" Kurt said, his eyes suddenly frantic. "Now."
"Yes," Blaine repeated, his heart pounding, his entire body throbbing with need.
"Now," Kurt insisted, turning around, yanking Blaine's hand and heading back toward the apartment.
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Kurt was moving so fast, Blaine began worrying about his ribs. He pulled gently on Kurt's hand.
"Slow down, beautiful. You don't want to end up pulling your ribs and then not being able to do anything at all," he said, hoping that would give him incentive to slow down.
Kurt looked at him for a moment then nodded. They continued at a more sedate pace.
"So, you heard what I want to do to you. Is there anything you don't want to do? I know you don't want to do any rimming, although, please know I'd love to do it to you. Also, I want you to know that this is not an equally reciprocating situation. If I blow you," Blaine said and moaned lightly at the thought. "That doesn't mean you have to do it to me. Just like if I rimmed you – if you wanted me to – that doesn't mean you'd have to do that for me. Okay?"
Kurt nodded. "Thank you for that. I appreciate it. I have always been curious about rimming, but there is no way that I want to do it."
"And that is perfectly fair. Have you ever topped, Kurt?" Blaine asked bluntly.
"No," Kurt said. "Karofsky said only pussies bottom – gotta love the play on words there. So he never bottomed."
"What an idiot. Would you want to top? I am fine either way. It's up to you. We could also just wait and see where the mood takes us," he said, staring at Kurt's mouth and licking his own lips in response.
"Blaine, you're killing me with those looks," Kurt complained. "I'm going to combust right here on the sidewalk."
"Well, that wouldn't be a bad thing, would it?" Blaine said with a wink.
"Yes, it would. I don't need the rest of the world seeing my ugly mug freaking out," Kurt said snarkily.
Blaine pulled him to a stop and put his hand on Kurt's chin to keep eye contact. "Kurt, please, please stop saying that you are ugly. Does my opinion mean anything to you? Honestly?"
"Of course it does, Blaine."
"My opinion is that you are beautiful, stunning, positively exquisite. The thought of your dazzling features lit up with lust and need makes me so hard I want to come right now," Blaine said honestly.
Kurt's blue green eyes dilated at Blaine's words. "Do you mean that?"
"I mean it with every ounce of my being," Blaine said, his voice deep and throaty.
"Kiss me?" Kurt whispered.
Blaine leaned in and slowly moved his lips on Kurt's. At Kurt's sigh, he dragged his hot, wet tongue across Kurt's lips, moaning loudly. "You taste amazing. We need to go, please," Blaine begged.
"Yes. Home. Now," Kurt breathed.
They turned and began walking again. "So," Blaine said, his voice rusty. "Did you give any thought to topping?"
"I would love to top. But this first time, if you don't mind, I want to bottom. I want to kind of erase the memory of David." Kurt was looking down when he said that. Blaine thought he saw shame in his eyes.
"I would love to be the one to erase the memory. I'm going to rock your world," Blaine said, nudging his shoulder gently into Kurt's and wiggling his eyebrows.
Kurt giggled and the sound was heaven to Blaine's ears. "Rock my world, huh? Well, I'm going to rock your universe."
Blaine laughed and kissed the back of Kurt's hand. "Oh, I have no doubt of that, beautiful."
They arrived back at the apartment and Blaine quickly let them in, locking the door and setting the alarm behind them.
"Are you hungry, Kurt?" Blaine asked, realizing they hadn't eaten in some time.
"Not for food," Kurt said shyly. "I, um, I'm pretty nervous, Blaine, and I want to be with you now."
"I am so okay with that," Blaine smiled. "How are your ribs feeling after our walk?"
"Really good, actually. I feel like I'm all loosened up," he said, blushing at his words. "Not in the sexual sense, however."
Blaine chuckled. "Come on, beautiful, let's go to the bedroom and get comfortable," he said, holding out his hand.
Kurt took his hand trustingly and they walked into the bedroom. Kurt pulled on Blaine's hand and brought their bodies together. "May I touch you?" Kurt asked.
"Yes, please," Blaine said, his eyes on fire.
Kurt ran his hands through Blaine's curls, watching as Blaine closed his eyes in pleasure. He moved down the sides of Blaine's face, down his neck. He took a moment to explore the width of his shoulders through the light sweater he was wearing. His hands reached the bottom of the sweater and he put his hands under it.
"Off," he whispered.
Blaine took the sweater off and threw it to the side. Kurt looked at his chest in awe. "You are gorgeous," he said.
"Thank you," Blaine whispered with a whimper as Kurt ran his hands down his chest, over his nipples and down to his abs, tracing the V between his hips.
Kurt hummed at the contact. "Blaine, will you help me with my boots?"
"Of course," Blaine replied. He scooted Kurt back to sit on the bed and taking one foot at a time he stripped his boots and socks off.
"I'm not into feet," Kurt muttered.
Blaine smiled. "Noted."
"Will you take your clothes off?" Kurt asked.
"Of course," Blaine repeated. He toed his shoes off, slipped his socks off before reaching for the top button of his pants. He looked at Kurt questioningly who nodded, and Blaine unbuttoned his pants, slid the zipper down and pushed his pants to the floor, kicking them off. He stood there in his boxer briefs, knowing his erection was straining at the fabric.
Kurt scooted off the bed and came to him, running his hands down Blaine's chest again. "You have an amazing body, Blaine."
"Thank you," Blaine said shakily. "Your hands feel amazing touching me like this. You are making me so hard."
Kurt swallowed loudly. "I see that. May I touch you?"
Blaine moaned. "Oh yes, baby. You don't have to ask if you don't want to. Touch me, do whatever you want to me. My body is yours."
"I like that thought," Kurt said in wonder. "Mine." Then his hand wandered down and stroked over Blaine's hard cock. They both gasped. "You're so hard. Much bigger than I've seen before," he said, not coming out and mentioning Karofsky's name.
"The better to make you scream as you come," Blaine said, his eyes on fire.
"Will you take your boxers off?" Kurt asked.
Blaine didn't answer, just slid his thumbs in the waistband and pushing them slowly down his legs, watch Kurt as much as he could. Kurt's eyes were wide and dark with need. Blaine stood, his erection springing out. Kurt stared, his hand inching forward. Blaine took a step toward him, holding his breath. He let it out gustily as Kurt wrapped his hand around his cock. Blaine moaned as Kurt slowly stroked him.
"Kurt," he whimpered. "If you keep doing that, I will come. Your touch is like fire on my skin."
"Really?" Kurt asked in wonder, continuing to softly stroke him.
"Yes, baby. Please, I want to come with you later," Blaine pleaded. "Please stop."
"Do I really have to? I want to see you come now before we get lost in each other," Kurt said.
"O, okay," Blaine said helplessly.
"Lay down on the bed," Kurt said.
Blaine was happy with his take-charge attitude and willingly went and laid on the bed. Kurt stripped his jacket and his shirt, remaining in his jeans and crawled up on the bed with him. Blaine stared at Kurt's bare chest. The expanse of creamy white skin, his small pink nipples, his flat stomach and light brown hair beginning just before his waistband.
"Kurt," he whispered in awe. "You take my breath away."
Kurt lay across Blaine's chest carefully and they both cried out at their bare, hot skin touching. Their mouths met hungrily, licking, sucking, and nipping at each other until they were gasping against one another.
"Pants, pants," Kurt muttered, pulling away. He quickly stood and divested himself of his pants. Then, looking at Blaine nervously, he hooked his hands into his boxers.
"You are stunning," Blaine told him, sitting up. "I want to see all of you if you want to show me."
Taking a deep breath, Kurt pushed his boxers down and stepped out of them.
Blaine got off the bed, mesmerized by the sight of Kurt nude. He walked toward him, unable to take his eyes away from the sight before him. The long lines of Kurt's body enchanted him. His long, straining cock made his mouth water
"Oh Kurt, I want to taste you. Please, you have to let me taste you. I mean, if you want me to. Please, you are devastatingly gorgeous, unreal even. May I?" Blaine pleaded. He never thought he would be affected by another man's body like this. He has seen good looking guys before, but Kurt was beyond all of that.
Kurt, hypnotized by Blaine's passionate plea, simply nodded.
Blaine wrapped his arms around Kurt, their fully naked bodies touching head to toe. Their mouths met, hot and wet, tasting and devouring each other.
When Kurt was panting and moaning, Blaine slowly slid down his body, loving the mewls and whimpers coming from Kurt's mouth. Finally, he was on his knees, Kurt's cock in his face. Gripping the hot flesh, he looked up at Kurt – who looked positively wrecked – and sank his mouth onto Kurt's cock. Gently he swirled his tongue around the tip, gathering the moisture gathered there, groaning loudly as the taste hit his tongue. His other hand reached up to gently handle Kurt's balls, stroking and moving them in his hand. Slowly he began bobbing his head, moving up and down Kurt's cock.
Kurt was lost in a sea of sensation. He'd never felt pleasure like this before. No hand job or wet dream could compare to this. Blaine's mouth was so hot against him, stroking up and down. He knew he wasn't going to last. Oh god, he wasn't going to last at all.
"Blaine, I'm gonna, I'm gonna come," he warned, unable to stop staring at Blaine's mouth taking his cock.
Blaine simply hummed deep in his throat as he went all the way down on Kurt. He felt Kurt's balls tighten just before his cock started to pulse, shooting come down Blaine's throat. He swallowed, taking every last drop.
Kurt cried out at the top of his lungs and his hands gripped Blaine's curls as he came harder than he ever had in his life.
Blaine stayed where he was until Kurt whimpered, then he took his mouth off of him. He stood just as Kurt's knees gave out. Blaine caught him and put him on the bed, crawling up next to him. He snuggled against Kurt's side, stroking his body as Kurt came down from his orgasm, loving the sounds and movements coming from him. Kurt writhed slowly on the bed, unable to stop moving, the sensations still so strong.
"I was, I was supposed to touch you," Kurt accused breathlessly.
"Well, I just couldn't help myself," Blaine replied with a smile. "You are delicious, by the way. Every last inch and every last drop."
Kurt turned red that stained all the way down his chest. "You rocked my world," he murmured.
"Come on, let's get under the covers," Blaine encouraged.
"Why?"
"So you can rest and we can snuggle before bedtime," Blaine said.
"Are you kidding me? After that, there is no way in hell we're going to bed. I want more!" Kurt said, staring him, dead serious.
Blaine grinned and Kurt smiled back. Their mouths met and they lay back, limbs entwining.
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My hands are tired. That's two chapters, one right after the other. I hope you enjoyed it!