Finn couldn't be gone fast enough. He was barely out of the driveway before Kurt was diving at Blaine and kissing him, hard.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Blaine managed to get out as he was pushed roughly against the door and Kurt moved down to his slightly stubbly neck. Who the hell knew stub was so fucking attractive?
"Shh." Kurt hissed, sliding his hands to the front of Blaine's shirt in search of buttons. He made a little happy noise in the back of his throat when his fingers found snaps. "So smart." He ripped one open, satisfied with the popping noise.
"Slow down." Blaine huffed out and suddenly Kurt was being held, literally, at arm's length. Blaine took a deep breath, letting it out in a painfully sexy pant. "Slow down."
"But…" Kurt popped another snap hopefully.
"I know we agreed to do this, but… you don't have to jump me." Blaine shook his head. Then he rolled his eyes. "Damn, when do I ever have to complain about a hot boy throwing himself at me?" He mumbled half under his breath. "Just…" He started louder, "chill a second." Blaine's hands fell off Kurt's shoulders and he slipped away from between Kurt and the door.
"Why?" Kurt asked, exasperated, rolling his eyes. He'd been horny all fucking day, why the hell couldn't Blaine just let him… 'throw himself' at him?
"Because…" Blaine shook his head. "Just… at least let's go to a room first or something. I don't want to do anything in your entryway."
"Okay." Kurt nodded, that was reasonable at least. "Let's go to my room. I don't like air-mattresses." He reached out and grabbed Blaine's hand, pleased when the older boy didn't let it go.
Kurt practically ran up the stairs, and Blaine kept up, not letting go of his hand. The warm weight of it in Kurt's hand was sort of delicious, but not enough. He wanted Blaine on top of him, skin to skin.
When they got to his door he opened it and walked through, letting go of Blaine's hand and looking down to his clothes. He didn't want them ruined; he definitely should have worn something simpler. Distractedly he unbuckled his jacket while mentally going through his wardrobe for more appropriate attire that still looked good enough for him to go to school in.
"Kurt?" Blaine called, drawing Kurt's attention outwards again. What the hell was he doing? He could think about clothes later, now was the time to get OUT of them.
"Yes?" Kurt asked, moving to invade Blaine's space, backing the college boy slowly towards his bed.
"We didn't definitively decide what we're doing. You said you'd think about it and… CLEARLY you've thought about it. Care to fill me in?" Blaine asked, his voice rising and falling interestingly. He hadn't sounded quiet so flustered yesterday when they were having the most awkward sex talk ever. Kurt was surprised he was still this damn horny honestly.
"Well…" Kurt said and inched closer, making the shorter boy take a few steps back. "I was thinking we could just sorta wing it." Then he leaned in for a kiss, giving Blaine enough time to back away. Fuck, he loved kissing. It was SO good when he WANTED to do it.
"Oh… o… kay." Blaine stammered and then they were falling back on the bed and Blaine's hot hands were all over Kurt's chest, rucking up his shirt and spreading fire wherever they roamed.
Kurt moaned but sat up. Just because he was going to… do stuff, didn't mean he had to ruin his clothes. Carefully he finished unbuckling his shirt and threw it as carefully as he could towards his desk chair, silently congratulating himself when it landed almost neatly over the backrest. Blaine gasped below him and then Kurt was on his back, pushed down and backwards onto his bedspread.
"You're so hot." Blaine murmured and devoured Kurt's mouth. Forget 'flutter', that word was too weak to describe the absolute flurry of pleasure that washed through Kurt at those words. He'd heard Blaine say them a few times, but the gratification of hearing them when half naked was anything but lost on Kurt. He'd been a bit worried about being naked with Blaine but if the way Blaine's hard on was already pressing against his thigh was anything to go by, he didn't need to worry.
Blaine moved from Kurt's lips, trailing a wet line down to his neck and sucking where it met Kurt's shoulders. The rough slide of his shirt against Kurt's nipples was amazing. He moaned and whined at the same time, a breathless, high pitched noise. "Blaine."
"Kurt." Blaine returned, moving up to Kurt's ear and sucking the lobe between his teeth. He nipped gently. "Do you want my shirt off too?"
"YES!" Kurt moaned, thrusting his hips up against Blaine's harshly. Hopefully pants would be going this session as well. PLEASE let them go!
Blaine chuckled in his ear. "Okay, somebody's an eager beaver. It's alright, love." Blaine whispered in Kurt's ear and it sent another set of flurrying pleasure rushing through Kurt's veins. Blaine's warm hands trailed up and down Kurt's chest once before he twirled one around Kurt's bellybutton and then removed his hands entirely. Kurt whined and tried to sit up to get more contact. "Relax." Blaine chuckled and pushed Kurt back down gently with one hand. "One second, Kurt." He then reached behind him and pulled his shirt off by the collar, dropping it on the side of the bed. Only Kurt's instinctual worry for clothing items allowed him to note that fact. Otherwise he ignored everything but the sight of Blaine's chest.
Glorious. Fucking glorious. Yes he'd seen shirtless men, plenty of them actually, but… but none of them compared to Blaine. Because Blaine was on top of him, dick straining against his jeans, and Blaine's hands descending on either side of Kurt's head to support his weight as Blaine lowered his beautiful, naked chest down to Kurt's own. Kurt just about came when their skin met.
Instead he just gasped loudly and latched onto Blaine, digging his nails into Blaine's shoulder blades to keep him down. It was sort of like a hug, a hot, erotic hug, with rubbing crotches.
Because now that they were touching so much neither of them could seem to control the rocking of their hips. "Blaine." Kurt whimpered, closing his eyes and burying his face in Blaine's neck. This was so much, so fucking much.
"Kurt," Blaine kissed Kurt's abused ear and licked a light path around the shell. "My sexy boy."
"Blaine." Kurt gasped and latched onto Blaine tighter, sucking Blaine's neck into his mouth and running his teeth along the skin.
Blaine's hips rocked harder and Kurt was seeing stars, coming harder than he could ever remember. "Blaine, Blaine, Blaine." He gasped.
"Shh…" Blaine was stroking his hair gently, kissing his cheek, his eyes, all over his face. Finally his slightly chapped lips found Kurt's. His kiss was gentle, not asking for anything in return. Kurt licked Blaine's lip. "Kurt." Blaine pulled away to say. Then he flopped back, laying next to Kurt and breathing heavily.
Kurt took a few breaths of his own and then rolled onto his side to look at Blaine. He wasn't sure what their protocol was supposed to be for this. The last few times they'd… 'finished' there'd been a pressing reason for one of them to leave or something. They hadn't really talked about what to do. Tentatively Kurt reached out a hand to Blaine, needing to touch him somehow. Blaine didn't flinch away, instead arching into the touch a little. Encouraged Kurt trailed his hand from Blaine's pecs down to his belly button, following the path with his eyes eagerly.
Then he sat up. "You're still hard." He blurted out.
"Uh…" Blaine bit his lip.
"You weren't going to tell me?" Kurt glared at the older boy. Normally about now he'd start feeling gross in his pants, but… but Blaine didn't say anything!
"You seemed happy." Blaine shrugged, getting up on his elbows. "I didn't want to disturb you."
"Blaine." Kurt rolled his eyes. He put his hand back on Blaine's chest, pushing gently so he'd lie back down. The college boy raised his eyebrows but did it. Before he could talk himself out of it Kurt brought his hand down to the front of Blaine's pants, pushing against the bulge and stroking up.
"Ku…" Blaine grunted, an aborted attempt at Kurt's name on his lips. Kurt stroked again, more firmly. Blaine's cock felt… not much different than Kurt's with the layer of denim separating skin from skin. He wondered what the differences between them were, and how long it would be before he found out. He squeezed the bulge a bit roughly, pleased when it made Blaine emit a sound he'd never heard before, sort of a mix between a grunt and a scream. It was cool.
Blaine's fingers gripped the bedcover, scrunching it up more than Kurt would normally allow. But the face Blaine was making as Kurt rubbed him off more than made up for it. "Blaine," Kurt started.
"Kurt…" Blaine returned, not catching onto the question in Kurt's tone.
"Can you come for me?" Kurt asked hesitantly, squeezing Blaine harder than before. "Please?"
"Kurt!" Blaine seized, his entire body tensing and his eyes squeezing shut. "Kurt…" Blaine said again. Hotness leaked through the denim as Blaine began to relax, his cock pulsing strongly once, then twice. Kurt gasped. He'd just made a man come with his hand. He'd just FELT a man come!
Kurt laughed happily once and almost fell in his haste to kiss Blaine even more senseless. "I did it." Kurt grinned, kissing all over Blaine's face and neck and lips, tasting this beautiful man who let him do almost unspeakable things to him. "I did it." Kurt repeated and kissed Blaine's lips, not protesting at all when Blaine reached a hand up to keep him there, he didn't exactly want to leave.
AN: I've been asked if I would post this on s&c, and since the person who asked has there PM feature disabled, this is the only way I can answer them.
The answer is, maybe. I haven't ever used it before, but maybe when I finish this I'll put it up. (I'll just have to remember! :3)