A/N: I'm contemplating whether or not to make this a full length story, but I have about... 3 other to finish so maybe not. It all depends on the response I get.
Warnings for poorly written gay smut by a straight girl, whoohoo!
'Blaine, Stacy's pissed. She threatening to quit if you don't get your ass back to the studio right now. –Santana.'
'Dude, where are you? You can't just storm out like that? Hurry and come back –Finn'
'If you're having that much trouble, Santana and I can always help you with the songwriting, you know that. Stacy's going rampant, hurry back Blaine. – Tina'
Blaine checked his phone one last time and then threw it carelessly on the bar in front of him. He grabbed the glass in front of him roughly, and drank it down in one gulp. He gripped his head tightly in his hands and let out a small groan.
He and his friends from his music class in college left school to begin their band, at the beginning it was great, the people on Myspace and Facebook loved them, they opened for a fairly famous band for a tour this past summer, and they were slowly growing in fame. But then they got Stacy as their manager. Bitchy, controlling, annoying, Stacy. Stacy always picked on Blaine specifically, and Blaine was getting sick of it. Santana, Finn, and Tina didn't understand, they wouldn't understand even if Blaine chucked a brick at their heads.
He was supposed to be their 'leader'. He hated saying it because he thought of everyone in his band to be equal, but he was the lead singer and guitarist, he was the lyricist, and he was expected to spew out incredible lyrics like it was just a second language to him. But it wasn't true, and he was breaking under all the pressure, there was so much to be expected, but all he wanted was to give his job over to Santana or someone, but he knew if that happened, their songs would be as vulgar as an explicit rapper who only cared about booze and women.
He downed another glass of – whatever the hell this woman was giving him – and he closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Then he heard a shuffling next to him, and he prayed that it wasn't one of those rare fans that he ran into, because although he usually loved to know that people outside of Westerville knew him, he preferred to be alone.
Instead he saw a lean, pale boy with his tie undone loosely and a glass in his hand.
"I take it you had a rough night." He said casually and the tone of his voice caught Blaine off guard. It was high and feminine, and Blaine definitely liked it.
"Yeah." Blaine replied dumbly, he didn't know what to do when an extremely attractive stranger sits next to you in a bar for small talk. He risked looking up, and ended up catching eyes with the stranger. His eyes were a shade of peculiar blue, he would say it was like the sky in a clear summer day, or maybe the ocean, but those similes wouldn't cut it. They were just… him. Whoever this guy was anyway.
"Well then, you're not alone." The stranger sighed, drinking what seemed to just be a water.
"Not legal I'm assuming," Blaine smirked softly, nodding towards his drink, and the stranger just smiled in return.
"Senior in highschool… We just got back from nationals in New York for glee club. Last place second time in a row, this jerk at my school still pushes me around, and my dad and stepmom are already fighting." He replied with a frown and took a small sip of his drink. Blaine sympathetically nodded with an understanding frown. "I just needed to get away. Even if it meant coming to an all ages bar where I can't even drink." He chuckled. Blaine wondered if he should go ahead and tell this stranger his own issues, it seemed harmless.
"In a band, lyricist, they expect me to pop out a song like I'm pregnant with amazing inspirations. It's just... just so much pressure... I dropped out of college my first semester in college, and I'm wondering if it wasn't worth it." Blaine twisted his lips back and forth and stared down at his empty glass.
"Wait, you're in that band with Finn Hudson right? Finn used to be my friend's cousin's boyfriend, or something. I don't know, my friend said you guys were in town today, she loves your music." Blaine internally groaned, he really had wished that this person didn't know his band, maybe he would've been treated less than a hometown hero.
"I've heard only a few seconds of one of your songs, not really into that kind of music anyway." Kurt said lightly, and Blaine smiled to himself. He liked to hear that someone didn't like his music, it didn't offend him at all. He liked to know that this stranger was being honest.
"Just, sometimes, I feel like I'm not good enough." Blaine said with another sigh. Quiet jazz music filled the dimly lit bar, and a comfortable silence fell between the two strangers.
"My name's Kurt, by the way." Blaine's ears perked at the name. Kurt. It rolled off his tongue nicely.
"Blaine," he answered, and Kurt nodded to himself.
"Well Blaine, don't ever feel like you're not good enough. Because I'm sure you're good enough, there's always something good in everyone." Kurt reassured him, and suddenly Blaine felt a weight being lifted off his shoulders. Kurt's words weren't even that life changing or extremely insightful, but being told that he was good enough, it strangely relaxed Blaine.
"Thanks, I appreciate it." Blaine muttered, waving for the bartender to refill his glass. He turned to his right and looked closer at the boy sitting next to him. The brown hair looked like it had been sculpted perfectly this morning, but a few pieces were falling out of place. He had a dainty nose and mouth and soft looking hands. Kurt turned and caught Blaine staring, he blushed lightly and looked down to his own lap.
"I'm just, done. With this place, with this town, I just need some escape. Some way out of little Ohio." Kurt chuckled with a faraway look. Blaine saw the passion and want in Kurt's eyes, and almost gasped when Kurt turned to face him again, because, well Kurt was breathtakingly gorgeous. He knew it was most likely wrong to be squealing like a fangirl over a high schooler. But Kurt oddly seemed real mature for his age, and he wasn't that younger anyway.
"Escape, huh... I never really felt that because I'm always traveling around to perform." Blaine said, he saw Kurt slip out of his seat and he wondered if he had bored the other man away. But then Kurt reappeared, in the seat directly next to him with a small smile.
"Just felt weird with that space between us. Let me introduce myself properly now. I'm Kurt Hummel, and I want an escape." He smiled with a more flirtatious tone from before, and Blaine glanced down at Kurt's lips at least three times before replying.
"Blaine Anderson, and – " Blaine paused, because what the hell was he doing? " – I can provide you that escape." He said with a lift of an eyebrow. Kurt only smiled lightly and tapped the bar counter softly.
"Let's start with a drink," Kurt suggested with a smirk, and Blaine called for the bartender without breaking eye contact with Kurt. He ordered a drink that wasn't too strong and slid it across to Kurt. This was so wrong, Blaine reminded himself, he was feeding an underage guy drinks. Kurt had downed it down slowly, and Blaine watch the way Kurt's adam's apple bobbed up and down.
"Already feel a lot better," Kurt sighed contently, he traced the top edged of his glass absentmindedly and turned in his seat to face Blaine closely.
"So, do you get problems from traveling then? With long distance you know, with your girlfriend?" Kurt asked, and Blaine smiled slyly at the question.
"I'm single… and gay," he replied, and he immediately noticed the small upturn of Kurt's lips that went away quickly.
"O-Oh, me too." Kurt said quickly, and Blaine chuckled in his mind, Kurt was cute. Then he noticed how Kurt was looking at him, his eyes were boring a hole through Blaine, and Kurt cocked his head to the side. Kurt was looking at him… Curiously. But then his eyes narrowed just in the little bit and recognition crossed through his features.
"I'm not the only one who needs an escape now, right?" he said slowly, and Blaine looked away.
"How 'bout another round of drinks, all on me."
Blaine didn't really know how he got into this position.
He had been talking to the highschooler about his few weeks in college before he had decided to leave school. Kurt had told him about some football player named David Karofsky who apparently bullied him on a daily basis. They had shared their coming out stories, Kurt's was really touching. Blaine talked about how his dad's reaction wasn't exactly the greatest, and Kurt gave him advice and smiled at the right times and cringed at the right times.
But he had no idea how this had happened.
He had Kurt pushed against the brick wall of the bar outside, and his hands were wrapped around Kurt's wrists to keep him restrained. Kurt's mouth was on his, hot and insistent, and he didn't believe how Kurt could kiss so well when Kurt had shyly mentioned hours ago that he was fairly inexperienced. By the way Kurt was pushing against his mouth with force and vigor, then backing away softly and gently, Blaine expected him to have lots of experience, actually tons. He tightened his grip around Kurt's wrists and pressed his torso harder against Kurt's. A muffled moan broke away from Kurt's mouth, as he turned away slightly to his right. Blaine continued leaving a trail of open mouth kisses around Kurt's neck, and felt more moans vibrating against his throat. Kurt was breathing heavily, and the hot clouds of his breath were seen in the cold winter air as he shivered, Blaine wasn't sure if it was because of his kissing, or the temperature.
"B-Blaine, somewhere in-inside, c-cold-" Kurt sighed, and Blaine looked up from the spot he had been persistently sucking on and leaned his forehead against Kurt's. Kurt's lips had become cherry red from the winter air along with the relentless kissing, Blaine surely looked the same. Blaine caught eyes with Kurt who stared straight through him, then blinked slowly before he nodded, "Alright."
Blaine held Kurt by the hand and pulled him towards the parking lot where he quickly unlocked his car. Kurt quickly slipped in and wrapped his arms around himself to warm up. Blaine quickly revved the engine and turned the heat on, pulling out of the parking lot quickly.
What the hell was he doing.
He felt a hand at his arm and he turned to see Kurt with a smile on his lips. He had a bashful smile with hair pointing every direction from Blaine's ministrations. Blaine couldn't help but think of it as endearing, and he felt Kurt squeeze softly.
They drove down the dark streets quietly, Blaine didn't bother to speed or go too slow. Blaine tapped his finger against the steering wheel in time with the second hand of his watch, and then he heard Kurt speak up.
"I'm not drunk, Blaine."
"I'm not either."
Silence followed, and Blaine thought about Kurt's sudden statement. Blaine had drunken quite a bit, but he wasn't a lightweight, and things were only a little foggy.
"I just don't want anything to happen, and you say that we were drunk, because I'm not. I- I know what I'm doing." Kurt said slowly, and Blaine felt his hand moved from his upper arm down to his forearm.
More silence followed and they turned into a parking lot of a hotel. Blaine slowly cut off the engine and placed his keys in his pocket. The two men sat silently, and Blaine decided to ask the final question.
"Are you sure?" he asked, and he heard a shaky breath exhale from Kurt.
"I said I wanted an escape hadn't I?" Kurt reminded him and opened the car door before walking quickly into the tall hotel. Blaine took a few deep breaths and reminded himself that Kurt was a legal adult before following behind him.
Blaine fished through his wallet and handed over his Dad's money, and received a card key along with some suspicious stares at the boy behind him. He grabbed Kurt by the elbow and pulled him to the elevator near the back of the building.
The elevator hadn't even closed completely when Blaine pushed himself against Kurt again and kissed him roughly. A whine escaped Kurt's mouth before he was completely smothered by Blaine, his hands blindly reached out behind him to press the button for their floor. Blaine slid his hands up Kurt's body painstakingly slow and grabbed a fistful of hair softly. Kurt mirrored his actions but instead gripped Blaine's hair painfully tight. Blaine let out the first groan of the night and let his hands fall to Kurt's petite hips. Just as Blaine opened his mouth to welcome Kurt's tongue, the elevator door opened for their floor and he pulled Kurt along with him. They shared a few kisses on the way to their room, sometimes stopping all together in the middle of the hallway.
Blaine shoved the card violently into the slot and cursed when the light remained red. He felt Kurt's hand wrap around his own and the card was plucked from his hands as it was slid back in and unlocked properly. Blaine opened the door politely for Kurt and Kurt walked in slowly. Kurt stopped in the middle of the dining area and turned to face Blaine. Blaine closed the door with the back of his foot and watched as Kurt threw his scarf on the couch behind him. He watched the slow movement of Kurt's hand as it unbuttoned the stylish coat and let it drop to the floor. Kurt's tie was next, already halfway undone and Kurt threw it next to his scarf. He had begun to unbutton his dress shirt, when Blaine collided against him and pushed him against the couch.
Blaine fervently shoved his tongue in Kurt's mouth and traced each crevice articulately. Kurt's hands fumbled on his own clothing, and soon Blaine grabbed it tightly in a fist and he tore it apart, ripping three buttons from the hem. Kurt whined against his mouth and tugged on his hair in return. Blaine broke away from Kurt's mouth to trace his eyes down the pale body. He was reaching out to touch Kurt when suddenly he felt a pair of hands on his chest as he was pushed back roughly.
"Bedroom," Kurt growled against Blaine's ear, and Blaine let himself be pushed forcefully backwards. He was pushed down onto a bed, and Kurt was straddling him instantly. Kurt grabbed at his clothing and ripped it away, throwing most of it behind his shoulder with a small giggle. Blaine laughed in return, seeing the jocular expression on Kurt's face. Then his shirt was off and Kurt went from an amused, playful boy, to a seductive, sex fiend. His shoulders were pushed down roughly and Kurt smashed his face against his.
Blaine let Kurt take control and moaned at the scorching swipes of Kurt's tongue. Kurt rested his body weight against Blaine, and Blaine slid his hands down to grasp Kurt's ass tightly. Kurt keened into Blaine's mouth as the globes of his ass were massaged roughly through the thick denim. Kurt's hands trailed down his chest and rubbed softly at his abdominal. Blaine let out a deep groan when he felt Kurt's hips began to tentatively move against his own, aligning their cocks together perfectly.
Kurt's hands left his stomach in return to rest his forearms on each side of Blaine's head. His hips gyrated slowly as he bit his lips in concentration, and Blaine had never seen anything as sexy as Kurt. The way Kurt innocently experimented with the pressure and angle of his hips against Blaine, and how he repeated his actions quicker and harder when Blaine let out a muffled groan. It was all so hot.
But Blaine had decided that it was time he took control. Kurt wasn't trying to be, but he was such a tease. He flipped them over in one swift move and laughed at the way Kurt squealed in surprise. Kurt looked up at him shyly and Blaine felt warmth fill his stomach when he saw the blood rushing to Kurt's cheeks. Kurt let out a nervous chuckle before letting his hands rise up to Blaine's belt, undoing it quickly. Kurt pushed the pants slowly down Blaine's legs, and Blaine's breathing hitched as he felt Kurt's cold hands trailing down his warm legs. He shivered when he had his pants kicked off and Kurt was tracing the tent in his briefs with an unwavering look on his face. Blaine stole Kurt's attention when he let his own hands fall down to Kurt's belt and undo them quickly. He grabbed the buckle of his belt and raise Kurt's hips before he pulled it out swiftly in one motion, leaving both men giggling at the smooth movement. Kurt stared at him as he slowly pulled Kurt's pants down inch by inch, wetting his lips at the sight of pale skin hiding underneath the fabric. When the pants were completely pulled off, Kurt seemed to want to cross his legs together, but Blaine gripped his thighs tightly before he looked down at Kurt with a loving expression.
Blaine went back to Kurt's earlier ministrations and rested his body down against Kurt before he began dragging his hips slowly against Kurt's member. Kurt mewled underneath him as his hands reached up to grab Blaine's face to pull him down in a slow kiss. Kurt's face contorted in pleasure as they broke away from the sweet kiss. Blaine then wondered if Kurt was a virgin, but how could a virgin act so… sinful.
Kurt opened his eyes with a coy expression as his legs coiled around Blaine's waist to give him better leverage to thrust. Blaine leaned down and grinned at Kurt's pert, pink nipples before sucking one into his mouth. Kurt nearly purred at the heat and slammed his hips up against Blaine's. Blaine kept at it until he broke away to see a red, angry circle forming around Kurt's left nipple, it was perfect. Kurt rubbed their hips together again and Blaine almost blushed at the feeling he felt in his stomach, it had come fast. He blamed it on the fact that he hadn't had any form of sex in a while.
Blaine let his hands push down on Kurt's stomach as he felt the heat coil more in his stomach.
"I'm gonna come if we don't stop now," he chuckled breathlessly, and Kurt nodded with a determined turn of his lips, and suddenly Blaine's boxer briefs were shoved down to expose his wet cock. He nearly screamed at the sudden exposure of the cold air, and let out a loud moan when he felt an equally cold hand gripping at the base of his cock.
"Oh, fuck," he sighed against Kurt's neck, nearly collapsing on him. Kurt's hands were all over him, gripping at different pressures, twisting and sliding and god. Blaine didn't stop the guttural moan that escaped his mouth as he distracted himself from any more noises by biting at Kurt's neck. Kurt responded quickly by a slow tug, and Blaine almost cried out at how good it felt.
"K-Kurt, fuck, can you, you…. Unngh," Blaine let one more embarrassing moan escape his mouth as he lifted his head from Kurt's neck to see that Kurt's face was completely flushed and his mouth was dropped open into a perfect circle. In shorter words, Kurt looked absolutely ravishing. Blaine placed his hands over Kurt's on his cock and slowly pulled them off, bucking his hips slightly against the friction. Kurt looked up at him in confusion, and Blaine knew he was wondering if Blaine didn't like it. Oh, he definitely liked it. He hands reached down to Kurt's briefs and Kurt's sucked in his bottom lip understandingly.
Blaine gripped the strap of the black fabric that contrasted Kurt's skin, and pulled down quickly to reveal his mouthwatering cock. Blaine fought back a moan as he let his hands trace Kurt's navel slowly. Kurt was blushing bright red as he gripped Blaine's hair tightly. He watched the way Kurt looked at him in awe, and decided to greatly return the favor. Blaine smiled deviously at Kurt before he slipped down to breathe in the scent of Kurt's cock. He rubbed his mouth against the tip and hummed in satisfaction at the soft mewl Kurt released. Blaine then opened his mouth and took Kurt's length in slowly, moaning gently at the soft foreskin in his mouth. Kurt writhed on the clean bedspread; his hands gripped Blaine's hair so securely that his hands were turning white. A jumbled mix of moans escaped Kurt's mouth as he felt the heat coursing through his veins.
"Ooh – oh god, Bl- Blaine, A-Ahhh, Uhhhhnn,"Kurt moaned quietly, almost embarrassed at the sounds that were jumping out of his mouth uncontrollably. Blaine on the other hand drowned in the noises, sucking on Kurt's cock with all he had to draw out more of the noises Kurt was making.
Blaine let his tongue trace the bottom of Kurt's cock as he bobbed his head up and down in time to Kurt's whines and moans. He pushed his head down a little further and suddenly Kurt's hips bucked up and an apology came from him immediately. Kurt pulled Blaine off and held his cheeks in his hands softly, with a worried expression on his face. Blaine wondered how Kurt could be so caring when Blaine had momentarily had his dick in his mouth. But he smiled at the crease of Kurt's furrowed brows, and grabbed Kurt's hands off of his face gently and pinning them to the bed with a playful expression.
"You're good, Kurt Hummel." Blaine said in a teasing tone, one of the first few words that had been spoken since they had reached the bed. Kurt bit his lip and grinned, "Not too shabby yourself, Blaine Anderson."
"So, ready for this?" Blaine winked as he caressed Kurt's thigh softly before swinging them up and catching Kurt's calves on his shoulders. Kurt gasped at the sudden exposure and consciously tried to clamp his legs together. But Blaine gripped them tightly in his hands with reassurance and let his hands wander on Kurt's chest, tracing the hickey around his nipple softly.
"Ye-yeah," Kurt stuttered with a light blush and Blaine raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"Are you… Are you a virgin?" he asked seriously, his hands stopping in its trail down Kurt's stomach. Kurt's eyes widened and he shook his head quickly before grabbing Blaine's hand and placing it on his hard on.
"It's just, um, it's been a while, I guess." He mumbled under his breath, and Blaine internally sighed in relief.
"Alright, I'll prepare you good then." Blaine said with a smile and Kurt nodded frantically. Blaine reached across the bed to the nightstand to stick his hand in his pants pocket to bring out a small bottle of lube and his wallet. He pulled out a condom from his wallet and leaned back to face Kurt, who suddenly seemed really nervous compared to the audacious boy from before.
"Kurt, if you don't want to do this… It's alright." Blaine said cautiously, but honestly he was so goddamn hard and it'd take him at least three times jerking off to get rid of his boner, most likely. Kurt caught his eye and sighed out his nose, "Just promise me that you'll be gentle." Kurt said with seriousness in his eyes, and Blaine smiled at Kurt's statement. Although the whole night had been filled with rough, forceful kissing and grinding, Blaine honestly wanted this to last. He wanted this thing with Kurt to last before Kurt would be gone in the morning.
"Promise," Blaine said genuinely and he saw Kurt visibly relax under his body. Then Kurt nodded and motioned for him to continue.
Blaine quickly uncapped the lube and poured some on his fingers before rubbing softly at Kurt's perineum; Kurt nodded again in reassurance then hissed when Blaine entered his pointer finger in slowly. It had gone up to its knuckle, and Kurt's face was scrunched up painfully. Blaine gasped at the tight heat surrounding his finger; Kurt must have not been a bottom before, because he was tight.
It had been a good solid three minutes, and Blaine was worried Kurt may have lost his boner, he grabbed Kurt's cock softly and rubbed it up and down, noticing that it had become half hard, but grew again. Kurt peeked open a scrunched eye and nodded at Blaine. Another finger entered him and Blaine let out a shaky breath at the way his fingers pushed together snugly to fit in Kurt's ass. Kurt looked even worse than before and Blaine leaned down to kiss his contorted face a few times. Kurt relaxed under him and kissed Blaine's face sweetly back. Kurt sighed shakily, gripping Blaine's shoulder tightly.
"Just move," he forced out and Blaine nodded worriedly, but listened to the gorgeous boy beneath him and began to slowly move his fingers, praying that he would find his prostate soon. Kurt began whining in discomfort but soon quieted down, Blaine felt the muscles relaxing around his fingers, and Blaine risked pushing in a bit further, then he curved them in just the slightest towards him then –
"Mmnnn,"
Blaine's ears perked up at Kurt hushed moan and he looked up to see that Kurt had wrinkled his face up in one of complete pleasure and Blaine sighed in satisfaction as he began thrusting his fingers in the perfect angle to pull that perfect moan out of Kurt. The response was almost immediate, and he figured out how sensitive Kurt was to the pleasure.
"Aaagh, please, fuu- ughh, just, m-more" Kurt whined and how could Blaine refuse that.
Blaine slipped a third finger in and bit his lip at the way Kurt concentrated on relaxing around his fingers, soon Kurt was rocking back and forth against Blaine's hand comfortably and Blaine began moving in the same angle as before. At the position Blaine's fingers were moving at, Kurt keened loudly and wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and kissed his chin sweetly.
Blaine fucked him with his fingers for a little longer until Kurt couldn't take it and yelled out for Blaine to 'hurry and fuck him'. Blaine chuckled a little breathlessly at the impatience in Kurt's voice, it was adorable. Blaine thought Kurt was adorable.
Blaine rolled the condom on his fully hard cock, and he knew after the longer minutes of pleasuring Kurt with his fingers, he wasn't going to last long. And by the way Kurt looked ready to burst, he wasn't going to last long either.
Blaine gripped Kurt's hips tightly, using his elbows to readjust Kurt's legs on his shoulders, and then he rubbed the head of his aching length against Kurt's puckering hole. Kurt shivered slightly as he popped his eyes open to look up at Blaine. Receiving another assuring nod, Blaine slowly pushed in the tip of his cock. Kurt muttered for him to go further, and his mouth dropped open when Blaine went in halfway.
Kurt enveloped him completely in warmth, and Blaine had never felt this good. Blaine released moan after moan at the tightness around his cock, and he looked up to see Kurt with a concentrated look on his face as his eyes fluttered open and close a few times. Blaine leaned over and kissed the top of Kurt's eyes before leaving a lingering kiss on his lips.
He had been waiting for Kurt to give him a signal, but he hadn't expected for Kurt to curse then rocked his hips forward, almost enveloping Blaine's cock fully. Blaine cried out in pleasure and the lust in his eyes grew as he looked down at Kurt.
"Are you sure?" Blaine asked, the tone taking a complete U-turn from the one he had used in the front seat of his car. He gripped Kurt's thighs tightly and wet his own lips swiftly.
"Yes, please."
That was all Blaine needed to hear as he readjusted the angle of his hips and soon he was thrusting in and out of Kurt's heat, moaning at the way Kurt almost squeezed around him so hard, that it was difficult to pull out. Kurt had been fairly quiet, keeping his arm up to his mouth to stop his moans from spilling out. Blaine impatiently slammed his hips forward, hoping to drive a noise out from Kurt, and his hips had pounded straight into Kurt's prostate. Kurt let out an unrestrained moan, and it sounded like a beautiful, symphonic noise to Blaine's ears. He balanced his weight on his fists, then he began to slam his hips back and forth against Kurt's legs, driving hard against Kurt's prostate. Kurt was moaning at the fullness he felt inside of him, as he instinctively tightened around Blaine's cock, not knowing that it felt good for Blaine. Soon, the rhythm was in full swing and Kurt was grabbing Blaine's hair in his fingers as their mouths moved passionately together. Their skin fused as one as the slick noise of sweat filled the room. Their hips moved in time to the squeaking of the mattress beneath them, and Blaine groaned at the way the moonlight shone on Kurt's skin. Kurt broke away from the kiss with a whimper, pulling at the skin at Blaine's back. Blaine arched his back at the way Kurt's nails dragged slowly down his spinal cord, and he breathed harshly against Kurt's neck before pulling him back into a kiss.
It had been too soon when Kurt cried out and tightened impossibly so around Blaine and came unexpectedly with ropes of white cum. Blaine had followed suit almost instantaneously, released his load into the condom as his skin turned pink and his mouth released moan after moan.
Kurt let out a hollow grunt when Blaine pulled out and let his head fall back on the pillow, sweat tracing his hairline and all over his body. Blaine had collapsed next to him and they were both out of breath, chests heaving up and down.
Blaine's mouth was gaping open, spent after the best sex of his life. His head turned to Kurt, to see if he was staying. If Kurt wanted to stay until the early morning, that would be alright. He felt Kurt was different than a random fuck, just a little. Then he saw Kurt turn his head, chest still stirring up and down.
Kurt blinked slowly, then a smile formed on his lips and Blaine found himself smiling back too. His hand reached out and he tucked a few stray hairs back into Kurt's messy style. Kurt sighed in content and he scooted closer. Blaine's eyes widened when Kurt curled up against his chest, and pulled on Blaine's hand to his own to hold at the front of Kurt's chest. But Blaine didn't refuse it; he only pulled on the sheets to encase them. He inhaled against Kurt's neck and nuzzled his cheek against the soft skin.
Soon he felt Kurt's breathing level out, and he found himself falling in a deep slumber next to the beautiful boy.
Blaine's hand flew out and slammed on the nightstand to his left, grabbing the vibrating cell phone tightly, as he quickly answered it with a muffled and agitated greeting. "Hullo?"
"Where the hell are you Anderson! I've been calling you all night! You better get your ass back to the studio office or I am about to send a missing person's notice to the fucking cops!" Blaine rubbed his forehead tightly as he squinted his eyes to look at his phone.
'Queen Bitch, 3:27 a.m., 23 missed calls.' Blaine sighed at the sight of his manager's contact name before he replied.
"I'll be there, alright? What's the hurry anyway." He mumbled, the bed creaking as he sat up and pulled on his boxers swiftly.
"If you would've picked up, you would've known! Steve Buckley called and told us that he wants to collab with you on a song! And he offered to move labels to his cousin's, Kaleidoscope Records! This is a HUGE deal Blaine, so hurry the fuck up already!" Blaine's eyes widened at the name his manager spewed out, Steve Buckley was famous for helping bands reach success, and more importantly his cousin's record label hosted many, many popular bands. This was a huge fucking deal.
"Shit, I'll be there now, where are you guys?" he muttered with a hand ruffling through his hair.
"You dumbfuck, we've already went on a plane to California to go to their studio, I faxed a ticket to the office, so hurry and stop by and get your ass over to LAX, stat." Blaine rolled his eyes at his manager's vulgarity and muttered a quick 'alright, bye' before he stood up from the bed and pulled on his pants a few feet away.
That's when he heard the muffled sigh.
His head swung back behind him and he gasped at the naked form gripping a pillow to his chest. He gripped his head firmly as he remembered all the things that had happened the night before. Fuck, he had taken a high schooler to a god damn hotel and fucked him all night. Shit.
He paced a few feet nervously as he thought of what to do, he decided that it was best to dress first, and he walked across the room to grab the shirt lying carelessly across a lamp. He buckled his belt hurriedly and glanced down at Kurt. Holy fucking mother of god, what was he going to do. He decided that it'd be best to get the hell out of there first, so he quickly ran back across the room to grab his phone and wallet, moving to the living room to get his coat.
As he shrugged on the heavy fabric, he saw the forgotten scarf and coat lying on the couch, and wet his lips anxiously as he looked around the living area to spot a notepad on the small coffee table. He pulled a pen out of his back pocket and scribbled furiously on the paper.
He stuck it on the kitchen counter and turned the lamp on so it was facing it directly. He heard a quiet grunt coming from the bedroom and he frantically left the pen next to the note before he quickly opened the door and closed it behind him.
He pressed the button for the elevator multiple times, glancing over his shoulders at least five times. He let out a deep breath when he finally entered the elevator and closed the door. He looked to his left and remembered the way he had pushed Kurt against the wall roughly. He gripped his hair with a worried groan when the door opened and he walked out speedily, nodding in thanks at the concierge. The woman at the front desk glared at him when he walked by, fuck, she probably knew what had happened. Her disapproving eyes followed him all the way out the front door and he pulled out his phone, looking at the time. 3:52
He yanked out his keys as he walked over to his car, shivering at the cold winter air. For a moment he wondered how Kurt would get home, but decided that he probably would find a ride. He unlocked the door when he heard a yell coming from the hotel entrance. His heart stopped when he glanced up to see a messily dressed boy running out of the door with a limp and a frantic expression. He was about to quietly slip into his car when Kurt had spotted him and ran over to him with a hurt expression.
"Blaine! Wait!" Kurt yelped out, and Blaine knew that it wouldn't be right for him to drive off, so he decided to lock the car doors again before staring down at his feet apprehensively. He heard the gravel crunching in front of him, and he didn't dare look up from his shoes.
"Were you just going to leave me like that?" he heard Kurt's voice crack at the end, and he then realized exactly what he messed with. He messed with Kurt, the high schooler, Kurt, the boy. Kurt wouldn't understand, he said. Blaine shouldn't have even given him a second glance at the bar.
"And this note? Blaine, I don't want this note." Kurt said exasperatedly, folding the piece of paper he had in his hand before throwing it on the ground behind him.
"I have to go." Blaine said, he forced himself to man up and look at the boy in front of him, and regretted it immediately. He saw the way Kurt's shirt was gaping open halfway, due to the way Blaine had ripped it open the night before. He saw the way his scarf was on jaggedly, nearly slipping off of his shoulders. He hadn't worn his coat, and his arms were shivering slightly as his knuckles were turning white from gripping his arms tightly. He saw the way Kurt's eyebrows scrunched together, as he held an expression in his eyes that resembled a kicked puppy.
"What, wait, I don't… What about last night?" Kurt sighed, staring right at Blaine's eyes. Blaine didn't miss the liquid forming at the waterline of Kurt's eyes and he saw the way Kurt's skin turned red due to the freezing weather. Blaine came up with an immediate excuse.
"I was dru-"
"We both agreed that we weren't drunk, so do not give me that." Kurt spat out with a small frown and Blaine breathed in tensely.
"It can't mean anything," Blaine said finally, and he pretended not to notice the way Kurt's hands swiped across his face quickly.
"I'm a senior in school, you know. I'm a legal adult, I can leave Ohio without my father's consent." He said quietly, Blaine looked at him in confusion and wiped his eyes tiredly.
"I asked for an escape Blaine, I didn't ask for you to just take my virgini-"
"What, virginity? You said you weren't a virgin." Blaine sputtered as he threw his hands up slightly. He had not signed up for this.
"I just, I, we, we can talk about that later, just… Don't leave me here." Kurt's voice broke and Blaine looked away when he saw the way Kurt's lip quivered slightly and the warm tears sliding down his face.
"I'm going to California Kurt, my band got a big break, we got a deal with a big label!" Blaine sighed, glancing at his phone once more and cringing at the crude text his manager sent him.
'If you're not in your car on your way to get the plane tickets, I will shove Hudson's drumsticks so far up your ass that it'll be painful even for a gay. - Stacy'
"I'll, I can go with you?" Kurt asked with a frown and Blaine sighed at the response.
"You can't Kurt, you are not my boyfriend." Blaine stated with an edge of annoyance in his voice. This time Kurt looked away and didn't respond.
"Look, last night was great, alright? It was awesome in fact, I'm sorry that you lost your virginity to me, but I didn't even know. If I had known, none of that would have happened." Blaine looked at Kurt's dodging eyes with seriousness.
"So you're saying that you didn't even… Feel anything?" Kurt said softly, and Blaine gnawed on the inside of his lip for a moment before answering.
"It was a fuck, Kurt. When you leave high school and face the real world, you'll understand." Blaine said sympathetically, he let his hand squeeze Kurt's shoulder comfortingly, then turned to unlock his door again. He cursed at the time on his phone. 4:19.
"Can I… At least, at least have your number." Kurt finished, and Blaine almost reached for the notebook in his car, but stopped himself.
"I can't. It's best we don't contact each other Kurt." Blaine said, slipping into his car and closing the door tightly.
"You said you could provide me an escape." Kurt retaliated quickly, and Blaine looked up to Kurt through the window and gripped his forehead tightly, counting down the minutes in his head. He ignored Kurt's statement and sighed.
"I have to go, Kurt. I can't stay in Ohio, I'm going to California. You said there's good in everyone, someone's found the good in me and my band, and we're finally getting out there." Blaine wished that Kurt would understand, and he smiled softly at Kurt once more. Kurt's mouth was pursed together and his eyes were red from crying. His hair was messed in a bed head style, and his hands were shaking at their place at his shoulders. Blaine had expected for another comment from him, but instead Kurt looked at him once more before he stepped away slightly. Soon, Kurt had shot him one final glance and Blaine cringed at the hurt and pain etched in his eyes. Kurt looked completely vulnerable with his arms wrapped around himself as he slowly walked back towards the hotel entrance. Blaine ignored the stabs at his chest as he revved the engine and slowly pulled out of his parking space. He refrained himself from looking at Kurt's direction, but he couldn't help but look a final time in his rearview mirror when he turned onto the street.
In the mirror he saw that Kurt had sat down on the curb of the entrance, his elbows were rested on his knees which held his face softly. He saw his shoulder shaking almost violently, but he forced himself to look back on the road and stop the urges to turn around and hold Kurt in his arms.
Lights out, I still hear the rain,
These images that fill my head,
Now keep my fingers from making mistakes,
Tell my voice what it takes to,
speak up, speak up,
and keep my conscience clean when I wake.
Don't make this easy,
I want you to mean it, Jasey
(Say you mean it)
You're dressed to kill,
I'm calling you out,
(Don't waste your time on me)
Now there's an aching in my back,
A stabbing pain that says I lack,
the common sense and confidence,
to bring an end to promises,
that I make in times of desperate conversation,
Hoping my night could be better than theirs in the end...
(Just say when)
I've never told a lie, and that makes me a liar.
I've never made a bet, but we gamble with desire.
I've never lit a match with intent to start a fire,
but recently the flames are getting out of control.
Call me a name, kill me with words.
Forget about me, it's what I deserve.
I was your chance to get out of this town,
but I ditched the car and left you to,
Wait outside,
I hope the air will serve to remind you,
that my heart is as cold as the clouds of your breath,
and my words are as timed as the beating in my chest
A/N: So that was depressing. You guys want more yay/nay? Like what happens after where chapter 1 finished off at. I really would like some criticism on the smut, this is my first time writing gay smut, specifically, my other readers probably know that i've never even written m/m before in general until i came to FFnet. So yup. And the song once again, is jasey rae (acoustic preferably) by all time low, the lyrics are fantastic really. And basically the whole one night stand-ish idea was an actual happening with the band lead singer, alex gaskarth. But i manipulated some of the characters and dramatized things and there ya have it. And all we actually know about alex's situation is that it was inspired by a one night stand, so yeah. we don't know if he drove off dramatically and left some chick at a hotel or some shit.
I think I'm going to go back sometime and add in a few more sections, after reading it over, it seems really incomplete and choppy to me, mostly the scene at the bar.