A/n - Day 5: Graduation and College. So yeah it's a day late but it's here and it's smutty (the rating is upped to M now) and I hope that you like it :) reviews are lovely! Klisses!x
In the murky darkness of his bedroom, Blaine's phone flashed, starling him from his state of almost sleeping.
From Kurt: I miss you.
He smiled sadly at his phone and pushed himself into a half sitting position on his bed, twisting his covers in his free hand as he texted back.
From Blaine: I miss you too.
A small, nagging worry in the back of his mind surfaced: what if Kurt hated it up there? What if he wasn't having all of the fantastic experiences that Blaine had told him he'd be having when Kurt had been in doubt of whether to go or not.
From Blaine: Aren't you having fun?
From Kurt: Blaine it's…it's wonderful, I can't lie that being here, living this, has been a dream come true.
Relief flooded through him, as long as Kurt was happy and safe, Blaine was too. The dull, painful ache of missing his boyfriend never went away but at least Kurt was enjoying himself. That was what was important.
From Blaine: I'm happy for you Kurt.
From Kurt: But I can't help but feel like I'm living this dream by giving up my most important one.
From Blaine: What's that?
From Kurt: You.
From Kurt: Idiot.
He hated himself for feeling it but there was a little part of him, the selfish part, that was happy that Kurt missed him. It meant that Kurt hadn't fallen out of love with him in New York.
From Blaine: Don't you dare speak like that! You've not 'given me up'. I'm coming to get you in seven months. Nothing's changed.
Nothing would change the way Blaine felt. Not Sebastian's persistent passes at him, not the horror stories Santana told him about the amount of cute, gay boys at NYADA, not even Tina's slip up with the late night server that worked at their local bowling alley. He would love Kurt from the moment he stepped foot on that runway until the moment he could feel him in his arms again in July.
From Kurt: Seven months, two weeks and three days.
From Blaine: And you'll be home soon for Christmas.
From Kurt: Then I'll be away again.
From Blaine: Stop leaving before you're arriving.
From Kurt. Fine. But that doesn't mean that I don't miss you NOW.
From Blaine: Baby, I miss you too.
From Kurt: No, Blaine, I miss you RIGHT NOW…
From Blaine: Oh.
From Kurt: …
From Blaine: What do you miss?
From Kurt: You.
From Blaine: What about me?
From Kurt: Your hands.
From Kurt: Your lips.
From Kurt: Your cock.
Suddenly, Blaine's loose pyjama bottom's were constricting and a flush had risen over his cheeks.
From Blaine: Kurt…
From Kurt: The way you moan around my cock when I thrust up into your mouth.
Kurt's little scream of pleasure as Blaine managed to take all of him, filled Blaine's ears and made him shimmy out of his trousers quickly, arching into his mattress as the cool air washed over his hot skin.
From Kurt: How your eyes look when I tug on your hair.
The feeling of Kurt's long finger intertwined in his hair had always turned Blaine on, especially when he yanked on it. Blaine closed his fist around his dripping cock, moaning in pleasure at the friction it caused.
From Kurt: The way your hands feel, squeezing and cupping and spreading my wanting little ass open.
Kurt had the best ass of any boy – no, person – that Blaine had ever seen. Pale, round, and firm, perfect for burying his face into. It was an ass to be worshipped. He started to stroke himself slowly, twisting his fist at the head just like Kurt did.
From Blaine: Kurt, you're killing me here…
From Kurt: Don't you want it Blaine? Don't you want my cock?
Did he even need to ask that?
From Blaine: So much. Please, Kurt.
From Kurt: Such a little cockslut, aren't you baby?
He had no idea.
From Blaine: Yes.
From Kurt: And whose cockslut are you?
From Blaine: Yours. Only yours.
Okay Kurt, your turn. Two can play at this game.
From Blaine: I love how you feel beneath me, spread open and waiting, your cock so hard for me.
From Blaine: You're so sexy Kurt, with my kisses bruising your perfect skin and your beautiful eyes.
From Blaine: The way you whine when I thrust into you.
From Kurt: Your so big inside me baby. Filling me up. Making me scream.
From Kurt: Are you getting off?
Was Kurt high?
From Blaine: You think I've got enough willpower to not be touching myself right now with you talking like this.
From Kurt: I want to hear you. I want to hear you as you come.
He could just hear the way Kurt was panting right now, whispering filthy little obscenities. But…
From Blaine: My parents are next door.
From Kurt: I'm fingering myself.
From Blaine: Call me. Now.
His phone vibrated and Blaine tried not to think about the bright blue vibrator Kurt had used on him during their last week together, as Kurt's glorious voice murmured in his ear "Always so desperate aren't we Blainers?"
He sounded breathless and ready to come undone: it went straight to Blaine's cock.
"Shut up Kurtsie."
"Quiet now Blainers, wouldn't want to wake the rentals." Kurt scolded him, managing to sound seductive at the same time.
"I'm hanging up now." He stated half heartedly, knowing fully well that he didn't stand a chance of hanging up the phone when his boyfriend was sounding like this.
"With that hard cock aching for me? I don't think so."
"Fuck Kurt. I need you."
In the time that they had been bantering, Blaine hadn't even noticed that his hand was now furiously moving and his breath was coming in short little pants.
Kurt could clearly hear this and moaned, "Harder baby, faster."
He could hear the wet sound that was Kurt plunging in and out of himself and he let that image be the only thing he could see, "You're so tight Kurt."
"Blaine…fuck…"
He imagined Kurt writhing beneath him, sealing their lips together as his cock buried itself inside his tight hole. Breaking the kiss, Kurt's lips found his ear lobe and began to bit at it sharply, thrusting up to meet Blaine's erratic movements.
"Come for me Kurt…I need…"
Slapping skin.
Desperate moans.
Pleasure coursing through him.
"Blaine…"
The sound of his name screaming from Kurt's lips sent Blaine over the edge and he saw flashes of white light as he came with a loud groan, arching off his bed and overcome with feeling of happiness.
Once they had both came down from their respective highs and their breathing had regained a semblance of normality, Blaine sighed deeply and murmured, "I miss you Kurt."
He heard a soft sigh and a sniff, "I'll be home soon. I love you."
"I love you too."
Blaine fought to keep his eyes open but after that orgasm who could blame him for feeling tired and spent.
"Call me in the morning?"
"Promise. Goodnight."
Blaine wanted to listen to Kurt's sweet and perfect voice all night, it was the best sound he heard, and he wished with all his heart that he could be wrapped in Kurt's arms right now, basking in the afterglow together. He just wanted to be with the boy he loved. Seven months. It wasn't that long. And they had Christmas. They could do this.
"Sweet dreams loverboy."
"Idiot."
"You love it."
"Goodnight Blaine."
"Night Kurt. Love you."
"Love you too."