Blaine sighed in relief when Finn left. Maybe he should buy Finn a better Christmas present; he was being a horrible friend wishing him gone like he was. Still, as Kurt smiled at him, Blaine couldn't feel too horrible about it. Kurt was just…
"My room?" Kurt asked in a quiet voice.
"Okay," Blaine agreed easily. Kurt stood somewhat nervously by the stairs, shifting slightly where he stood. He looked like something was on his mind. Blaine closed the distance between them and grasped Kurt's warm hand. "You alright?"
"I'm fine." Kurt nodded and his fingers wound around Blaine's.
As their fingers interlocked Blaine's heart skipped. He liked Kurt.
"C'mon." Kurt tugged on his hand and Blaine followed him blindly. His heart was in his throat. He liked Kurt.
He LIKED Kurt.
Somehow he was in Kurt's room, being pushed into the bed. Kurt's warm, hard body was holding him down and Kurt's soft lips were moving against his. Blaine moaned loudly, needy, into Kurt's mouth and found his hands gripping Kurt's biceps hard, fingers digging in harshly. "Kurt,"
"Blaine," Kurt returned and sucked Blaine's tongue into his mouth. Soft hands fluttered down Blaine's chest and started working at the button of his jeans. Blaine lifted his hips up to make it easier and found Kurt's hot groin in contact with his, they both groaned.
Then it was a flurry of movement Blaine's fuzzy brain couldn't comprehend. All he knew was that he was aching to touch this boy EVERYWHERE, like he'd never ached before. He WANTED Kurt more than he'd wanted anyone before in his life. Blaine moaned Kurt's name into the younger boy's skin.
"My Bla…" Kurt's voice hitched and he was attacking Blaine's mouth fiercely. Kurt's tongue invaded Blaine's mouth, lapping at his teeth and sampling the roof of his mouth.
Finally Blaine needed to breath and he broke away from the boy with a deep gasp. Kurt attacked the spot just bellow his ear. "I wanna blow you." Kurt panted harshly, wet breath curling around the top of Blaine's ear.
"What?" Blaine's brain was so clouded, full of lust and shock and… "What?"
"I wanna blow you," Kurt said and his voice was much less confident and seductive.
"You don't… just because I did you, you don't…" Blaine scrambled to throw his incoherent thoughts together, dread running a blade through his stomach. Kurt didn't have to do something he was uncomfortable with. "It's a limit."
"I want to," Kurt ducked his head and sucked on the spot he'd attacked. "I want to test my limits."
"You,"
"It has nothing to do with you doing it," Kurt promised and locked eyes with Blaine. "I just want to."
Blaine's heart ached at the same time his dick throbbed painfully. He found himself nodded. Kurt squeaked and grinned and attacked the spot behind Blaine's ear with renewed vigor.
Blaine was lost again in a haze of lust and feelings.
Kurt kissed his way down Blaine's naked chest, enjoying the hairs he found there. Before he saw Blaine naked for him he hadn't known chest hair would be such a big turn on for him, but now he craved the slight scratch of it against his own chest. He resisted the urge to nuzzle at the center of Blaine's chest and merely kissed there instead.
Blaine was more vocal than ever today, but less coherent. He was talking as much as usual, and Kurt would worry, but he was moaning and clutching harder at Kurt than he ever had before. It was kind of hot.
He dipped his tongue into Blaine's belly button, curious. Would he taste the 'lint' there that he'd feared so much as a child? A weirdly salty tang met his tongue and he decided it wasn't really worth it, even if Blaine's entire body tensed pleasantly when he did it.
Now there was pubic hair, hard and wiry and blacker than his own. Blaine's smell was ridiculously strong here, like it was the center of Blaine's scent. Once again Kurt had to resist the urge to nuzzle. Instead he changed direction and veered left to suck on one of Blaine's hip bones.
"KURT!" Blaine's entire body twitched when Kurt bit down gently.
"You taste good," Kurt said and laved his tongue over the abused hip. He lifted his head enough to get switch sides and do the other hip.
He was met with Blaine's straining cock. He'd never been face to … 'face?' with a dick before. He'd touched his own, and Blaine's, many times, felt the contours and veins beneath his fingers, but he'd never SEEN them.
It was kind of… pretty/ugly. It was one of those things that were so ugly they were pretty, something he shouldn't think was beautiful, but his mouth watered a little just looking so his libido obviously didn't listen to sense.
Blaine's other hip forgotten Kurt wrapped a hand around the base of Blaine's cock, noting the strangeness of this new angle. He'd never held a cock from underneath like this before.
"Kurt, Kurt?" Blaine's body was shifting and Kurt looked up, locking eyes with Blaine.
Kurt opened his mouth to speak but moaned instead. Blaine lifted an eyebrow and his face formed a half smile. "I guess you're alright then?"
"Fine," Kurt gasped. "Just fine." Blaine nodded and sank back down, his cock shifting in Kurt's grip. A drop of precum dribbled out of the slit and onto Kurt's hand, automatically he bent to lick it off.
And that was all he needed to get started. He put his lips on the hard, soft length of Blaine and everything whited out. The only thing he knew was the cock between his lips.
Kurt knew he was gay, had no questions or qualms about it, but sometimes it was nice to have these reaffirming moments when he knew, beyond a question of a doubt, that he was gay. Sliding his lips up to dig his tongue into the slit of Blaine's cock was one of those reaffirming moments. He wanted this, forever.
As he opened his mouth and sunk down on Blaine for the first time his hearing returned to him and was filled with the sound of Blaine groaning loudly. The noise spurred him on and Kurt sucked a little on the head, testing it out. Blaine's noises went nuts. Somewhere in between the whimpers he heard his name, but it was the twitching of Blaine's hips that really got him. Blaine thought this was good.
Brimming with new found confidence Kurt sunk down another inch. Blaine was heavy on his tongue, but it was the most welcome weight. He pressed his tongue to the underside, smoothing it up the biggest vein he could find.
Blaine's hands found his shoulders and gripped tightly, nails digging in. The pain of it grounded him a little, brought more of his focus outwards. Blaine was twitching like mad, and making so much noise. Kurt wanted to go deeper, make Blaine feel as good as he felt when Blaine went down on him.
But the pain made his brain work and he knew that would be stupid. Instead he increased the suction of his lips and tried and experimental bob. Blaine cried out.
Kurt wondered vaguely if Blaine was a screamer.
Then images of Blaine bent almost in half with Kurt on top of him, holding his legs up by his ankles, filled Kurt's mind and he became aware of the ache between his own legs. Kurt moaned around Blaine's cock.
"Kurt, Kurt, Kurt," Blaine chanted.
He pulled off and licked up Blaine's cock. Once Blaine was out of his mouth he became aware of how much his jaw was hurting. He opened up again and sunk right back down, bringing his hand up to meet his lips. He wanted to go SO much deeper, but Blaine already felt huge in his mouth and he was thinking about how unsexy it would be to choke.
Kurt's free hand snaked down between his thighs and wrapped around his erection. Just the pressure of that made Kurt feel better, more able to focus.
"Close, I'm close," Blaine announced.
Kurt moaned around him, sinking down just a little deeper, letting Blaine's dick almost meet the soft pallet in the back of his mouth.
Suddenly Blaine's hands were in his hair and pulling him roughly off. "What? No," Kurt whined in protest, barely noticing the hoarseness of his own voice.
"I'm gonna come," Blaine said and then pulled Kurt's mouth down on his own. Kurt's hands tightened reflexively, squeezing both of their cocks. Blaine bucked up and came, gasping into Kurt's mouth.
Somehow Kurt managed to remember how to use both of his hands and stroked them both at the same time as Blaine came. Once he was whining and shifting his hips away Kurt removed his hand from Blaine and switched hands on himself.
"Close," Kurt whimpered.
Blaine's warm hand wrapped overtop of Kurt's and the other, still tangled in Kurt's hair, angled Kurt's mouth to his and invaded it with his tongue.
Kurt came hard.
Kurt almost fell asleep against him after they were done. Blaine watched his eyelids flutter closed and his chest slowly start expanding at a more normal rate.
He felt warm holding this boy, and not just physically. Blaine's insides felt warmer than he could ever remember feeling. He curled his arm around Kurt's shoulders tighter.
This was bad. So, so bad. Blaine kissed Kurt's temple and tried to push down the butterflies that made him feel.
Why was this so different from every other 'relationship' he'd had? Why did he want Kurt so much more than he should?