Kurt looked… different when he came out of the bathroom, calmer somehow, but more… jittery. Blaine honestly had no idea how to describe the look Kurt gave him when he came out. He sat at his desk chair and swiveled around to face Blaine, who had taken up residence on the boy's bed.
"So…" Blaine said to break the silence.
"I want to know more about… sex." Kurt said and his face turned redder than a tomato. "I don't know anything about it really. I tried watching THOSE movies, but it was horrible, so… I only know about the jokes and the stuff PG-13 doesn't take out. But even then, I really don't want to look at naked women so…"
He was rambling, and it was adorable. "Shh, Kurt. It's alright." He shut up. "Is there anything in particular you want to know?"
Kurt bit his lip. "I… I don't know. I'm not sure what there even is, so I don't know what to ask about."
"Well… why are you asking me to begin with? Why do you want to know?"
Kurt opened his mouth and then shut it. Blaine took a deep breath and held it. Being so patient was hard. He let the breath go. "I don't know how to set my limits."
"So… there's limits? Does that mean you're accepting my offer?" Blaine wanted to get that straight before he became Kurt's personal sex ed teacher. Was it going to be a practical lesson plan, or verbal?
Kurt nodded. "Yes."
"What kind of limits do you mean? Things you don't want to do with ANYONE? Or things you don't want to do with ME?" Blaine ignored the little bundle of hurt that poked at his heart when he said that. Kurt was still sixteen, any limits he wanted to set, Blaine wasn't about to touch them or argue with them.
"Both." Kurt confirmed and a bit of Blaine broke. A hot wave of possessiveness he wasn't supposed to feel. He hadn't realized how much he wanted Kurt until he couldn't have all of him.
"Okay." Blaine forced a smile. He'd get over this, he was just being childish. He just didn't want to share. But Kurt wasn't his to share or not, Kurt was his own being. He had no claim to the boy. "I'm assuming you know about the commonly talked about things, handjobs, blowjobs, anal. Of those three things, anything you don't want to do AT ALL? Anything you think is a maybe?"
Kurt's blush, if it was possible, deepened. "The last two… no to them." He murmured.
"Giving or receiving?" Blaine needed to know.
Kurt just shook his head. Guess that meant 'no' to both things.
"Well, there's still a lot we can do."
Kurt's eyes got huge. "Really? I thought that was it."
"No, dear, it really isn't." Blaine promised. Kurt's face turned curious under his monstrous blush.
Blaine came back from Kurt's room around eleven thirty, just as Finn was getting ready to lay in bed with his laptop and watch dirty movies he had secretly saved on his computer. Luckily he had enough practice minimizing the window before people saw it so Blaine didn't suspect a thing. Blaine looked kinda happy and that made Finn happy. "Had a good time with Kurt?" He asked. It was great that they got along. It made it so much easier on him.
"Yeah." Blaine nodded. "Are you going to bed?"
Finn smiled. "I'm tired from driving today. I don't do it that much unless it's the long trip down here or up to college." He faked a yawn for good measure. As much as he loved Blaine, he was lying on his stomach for a reason; he wanted the curly haired guy to go.
"Alright, let me just get my laptop." Blaine grabbed the computer off the floor. "G'night, Finn."
"Night, Blaine." Finn agreed. Once Blaine was out of his room he clicked the window back open and hit play.
Kurt's mind was blown. He'd toyed with the idea that maybe there was more… but… he shook his head. He really needed to get to sleep. Thinking about this at… almost 2:30 in the morning was not healthy. Especially since he had his glee assignment the next day.
Kurt groaned and rolled over, careful not to let his half hard cock come in contact with the bed. He'd be rutting against his sheet in no time if he did and then he'd either have to wash his underwear or get into it and take care not to get his sheets dirty. He'd gotten good at it the few times he'd actually had to indulge in masturbation; his sheets were a really good thread count.
Just thinking the word 'masturbation' helped cool him down. It was such a… not sexy word.
Not sexy at all.
Kurt moaned as his hand slipped down to the waistband of his pajamas. A voice in his head, a voice that sounded a lot like Blaine, whispered dirty sex words in his head. All the ones he'd said during their talk. Kurt didn't even know what half of them meant, but he knew that if he did them with Blaine he'd be naked.
Kurt bit his lip to keep in another moan at THAT visual. Blaine, naked. All that olive skin and dark hair and… whoa, Kurt didn't even know he found that sexy. His hand slipped lower, pushing his pants down. The cool, soft touch of his fingertips transformed into the warmer, more calloused touch of the boy he couldn't stop thinking about.
Blaine's hand yanked his pants down to his knees and Kurt kicked them off. The warm, calloused hand wrapped around the base of Kurt's cock and stopped, gripping loosely. Kurt whined. He wanted movement, but Imaginary Blaine wasn't going to give it to him. He whined again.
"Shh, Kurt, love, be quiet and still, I'll take care of you." Imaginary Blaine's breath was hot in Kurt's ear. His hand stroked once, still much too loose, but at least it was moving. Kurt huffed in relieve and ached to wrap his arms around a man who wasn't there. Instead he settled for gripping his thigh, kneading the soft flesh he found there and pretending it was Blaine's ass.
With that thought Kurt couldn't hold on to the teasing attitude and let his hand tighten around his cock. It was dry so he couldn't go that fast or hold too tight, but it felt fantastic anyway. Kurt's lip started to sting he was biting it so hard. He bit at his pillow instead. He'd regret that later when he found the teeth marks, but right now he was more concerned with keeping quiet and the delicious friction his imagination was attributing to Blaine's hand.
The feelings Kurt was getting more and more familiar with was bubbling up in his stomach and his hand tightened reflexively. "Ow." He gasped. That fucking hurt. He reached a shaky hand out to his nightstand, searching for the body lotion he kept there. It was expensive and he didn't like using for anything but its intended purpose, but he was too close right now. He NEEDED this.
As he moved the hand on his thigh released and he realized he'd been digging his nails in, pinpricks of pain stung him. Kurt ignored it and put his hand back on his cock, running his now slick hand up and down a few times, letting his head fall back and a quiet gasp escape his throat.
Now that his hand was moving easier it got weirdly harder to imagine it was Blaine's hand, as if the roughness before had been adding to his imaginings. Kurt whined in annoyance as his orgasm, so close before, retreated. He wanted Blaine.
Intellectually he knew he could just sneak down the hallway to the boy in question, but he didn't want to look too desperate, he'd already gotten off with the guy once that day. Besides, with his pants off and his hand on his cock, Kurt was pretty sure he'd finish himself off soon. It was just annoying that soon was now farther away.
Kurt's free hand reached down to play with his balls and he stroked faster. As they rolled between his fingers Kurt's body began to tense. That felt SO good. He rolled them again and his fingers slipped a little, dipping down further. The hand on Kurt's cock tightened and sped just a fraction. Kurt's other hand slipped a bit more, of its own accord, and pressed just under his balls.
Kurt saw light as he came, biting his pillow harshly to keep the noise in.