Yay! An update in a story I'm actually supposed to be updating! Hurray! This was supposed to be very quick and dirty, but it actually turned into something a little more tender (but still smutty), which is nice. A quick note on reviews: one of my favorite things about this community is the positivity and the outpouring of love for two gay characters. Recently I've gotten a few really hateful reviews on my stories, including some that use homophobic words, and I found them both hurtful and disgusting. If you don't like my writing, that's fine, but please be respectful in your criticism. More importantly, I have absolutely zero tolerance for homophobia, so please keep your hating to yourself or, better yet, stop being such an ignorant fuck. Thanks!
Okay, sorry if that was a little aggressive, but I've been really upset about this and I felt that I had to say something. To all of my lovely, supportive, non-homophobic readers, thank you so much for sticking with me. Your feedback and support mean so much :).
Guitar
It's a lazy Saturday afternoon and Kurt is sprawled across Blaine's bed, naked from the waist up. Sunlight is spilling through the window and illuminating his pale skin, and Blaine can't tear his eyes away from the contrast between the white flesh and the dark pants slung low on Kurt's hips and stretching oh-so-tight over his legs. He's strumming absentmindedly on his guitar and just admiring the view, drinking in this beautiful boy before him and wondering how long it will be before he can't stop himself from reaching over and touching.
Blaine is too busy watching Kurt to notice that Kurt is watching him too, his eyes darkening as they follow the progress of Blaine's fingers over the strings of his guitar. His hands move so deftly, flexing and curving as they stretch to play the various chords, and his fingers - God, Kurt wants those fingers inside of him.
They've been there before, of course, but only a few times. They talked about it for a while and agreed it was something they both wanted to try, and it was a little bit awkward and terrifying the first time (not to mention painful) but they got through it and as it turns out they both really like fingering. They've tried it a few times since then and now the problem is they're both still a little too shy to ask for it outright, because it's new and so very intimate and that can be really, really scary.
But that's what Kurt wants right now - Blaine's fingers on him, in him, stretching him - and you know what? He's going to find a way to get it.
"Blaine," he calls, and Blaine's eyes snap up to his face, a shy smile playing across his lips. "Come here?"
Blaine nods, leaving his guitar on his desk and crawling on to the bed, one leg on either side of Kurt's body as he hovers over him.
"Hi," Kurt says, propping himself up on his elbows and arching up for a kiss that they both smile into.
"Hi," Blaine replies, a hand brushing through Kurt's hair and along the shell of his ear.
Kurt's fingers find their way into Blaine's belt loops and he pulls, yanking Blaine's hips down just as he rolls his own up. Blaine starts in surprise at the contact, his eyes widening as he realizes that Kurt is hard too, that they're both hard and stretched out on his a bed and oh, Blaine likes where this is going.
Kurt tangles one hand in Blaine's hair and hooks a leg over his thigh, pressing him down and inhaling a little more sharply than usual as he feels the hot rub of Blaine against him. Blaine rocks his hips forward and he's tranfixed by Kurt right now, the way he's twisting and biting his lip and Blaine thinks to himself that he almost looks needy.
God, Blaine wants to be the one to give him whatever it is he needs.
"Blaine," Kurt whimpers, catching Blaine's hips and stilling them.
"Yeah?" Blaine asks breathlessly, frozen above Kurt. His cock is pressing hard against his jeans and it hurts but he can tell that something important is about to happen and he doesn't want to mess it up.
Kurt's face is anxious as he looks up at Blaine and mumbles, "I - I want..."
He trails off, but Blaine urges him on.
"I'll give you anything you want," Blaine assures him, and God, Kurt knows it's true. "Anything, always."
Kurt nods, closing his eyes. "Will you - fingers?"
Blaine's forehead falls against Kurt's, and they're both trembling. "You mean - you want me to? To you?"
"Please," Kurt whispers.
"Of course," Blaine says, and he gives Kurt's hand a squeeze and presses a kiss to his sweaty forehead.
Blaine reaches between them to flick open Kurt's jeans and then he's rocking back on his heels to survey the scene before him. Kurt is spread and pliant beneath him, one arm flung above his head and a pink flush glowing on his face and chest. He watches as Blaine lifts his legs gently and peels off his jeans and boxer briefs, pausing momentarily before tossing them to the floor with a slightly apologetic smile. Then Blaine's sliding a pillow beneath his hips and spreading and bending his legs so that his feet are pressed flat to the mattress.
Kurt's shaking now, because Jesus, he's never felt quite this vulnerable, and part of him just wants to snap his legs shut and crawl under the covers and hide. But Blaine's there and he's warm and familiar and stroking Kurt's cheek as he reaches into his nightstand and pulls out the lube.
"It's okay," he murmurs in Kurt's ear as he slicks up a finger. "It's okay to want this."
Kurt swallows and nods and focuses on just breathing and feeling. Breathe in, breathe out, and he can smell sweat and sex but mostly he can just smell Blaine and God that is so reassuring. And Blaine's still right there with him, his finger tentatively circling Kurt's hole, teasing at the skin there before - shit - pressing in slowly. It stings and Kurt hisses but he likes this feeling, likes to feel filled and mostly likes to feel Blaine inside of him.
"Okay?" Blaine asks, concern and concentation written across his face. He stills his finger until Kurt gasps and nods, turning his cheek into Blaine's pillow and arching just a little. Blaine presses on, wiggling his finger slightly and waiting as he feels Kurt tense and quiver and adjust around him.
"Another?" Kurt says quietly, and he meant for it to be a demand but it comes out more like a question. Blaine runs a soothing hand up Kurt's thigh and kisses the inside of his knee as he eases a second lubed finger into Kurt's hole. Kurt squirms, his heels digging into the sheets, and Blaine catches his hand and holds it a tight.
"Tell me," he breathes, his voice ragged. "Tell me if you need me to stop."
Kurt shakes his head violently, gripping at Blaine's hand. "Don't you dare," he pants.
Blaine leans forward and licks at Kurt's collar bone, the salty tang of sweat sharp on his tongue. Then he feels his fingers brush over a nub deep inside of Kurt and from the way Kurt spasms and cries out, Blaine knows exactly what he just found. He strokes over the spot again and Kurt writhes beneath him, repeating Blaine's name over and over in a hoarse, needy voice. For some reason now is the moment that it really hits Blaine that his fingers are buried deep inside of Kurt, and it's hot and tight there and if he doesn't stop thinking about what it might be like for his cock to replace his fingers he's going to come before he gets Kurt off.
"Oh my God," Kurt whimpers, and he's so close, so fucking close that he feels like he's going to explode. He reaches for his own cock but Blaine beats him to it, fisting him and pumping and that's it, Kurt's done. His body curves up off the bed and he comes, hot and hard across Blaine's fist and his own chest. When he sinks back down Blaine gently eases his fingers out and grabs a few tissues to clean them up.
"Okay?" Blaine asks again, stretching out alongside Kurt and nuzzling his shoulder.
"Better," Kurt sighs happily, snuggling closer to Blaine and prompting a poorly masked groan when he brushes against Blaine's erection.
"If you're too tired - " he begins apologetically, but Kurt fixes him with a stare and grinds his palm into Blaine's crotch. Jesus, he's hard.
"Think you can come from just this?" Kurt asks, and he knows the answer even before he sees Blaine's jerky nod.
"But please - fuck- unzip them," Blaine begs, and Kurt's hands are tearing open his fly and dipping inside his jeans before the words are even fully out of his mouth. Blaine yelps in relief and 72 seconds later Kurt is palming him through his orgasm.
They're both on their sides now, face to face and watching each other again. Blaine's jeans are undone and there's a wet stain on his boxers and Kurt's completely naked but somehow it's kind of okay. They're slowly getting used to this intimacy thing, to being comfortable and asking for what they want and to not feeling awkward afterwards. It's a long process but it's a beautiful one too, and they can't wait to figure it all out together.
I really could use some love right now, so let me know what you think!