EDIT: See chapter 1
This chapter has the most changes so far.
They didn't do much more than shirtless making out that day, only some light grinding that really wasn't for the purpose of getting off. Instead it was a slow rocking, just the pressing of their bodies together to remind each other that, yes, it was okay to touch everywhere.
Blaine left Kurt feeling more satisfied than he ever had before, true his hard on was still present and untouched, but as he climbed into his car and rested his head against the steering-wheel he had a smile on his face. It was going to be okay, truthfully and fully.
That night on the phone, after their skincare regime, they talked about Kurt's presidential speech for the next day. "Do you think it's alright?" Kurt asked after he finished reading it to Blaine.
"It think it's perfect," Blaine answered. He'd listened thoughtfully to most of it, but a little before the end Kurt's voice had dipped more than usual and Blaine had been distracted. What he'd heard of the speech, however, was genuinely good. "I'd vote for you if I could."
Kurt laughed. "You're my boyfriend; I'd have to break up with you if you didn't. That's no way to show support, mister."
Blaine loved Kurt's laugh, it made his heart beat just a little faster, always had. "I'd support anything you did."
"Anything?" Kurt's voice dipped low at the end and Blaine shivered. He LOVED Kurt's range, and Kurt's control over it, it made Blaine so hot. Sometimes he thought he could get off just by listening to Kurt talk to him.
"You know I would." Blaine answered.
"Good to know." Kurt laughed once, a breathy noise, and then hummed. "Blaine, I know I said I was ready today and I wasn't, but… but I think it'd be okay for us to try... SEX again." An adorably hot spike in Kurt's voice accompanied the word 'sex', more proof for Blaine's voice theory stirred in his pajama pants.
"Are you sure, Kurt?" Despite the sexiness that was Kurt's voice, and uneasy feeling still settled in Blaine's stomach.
"Yeah, I think so," Kurt answered. "I think… I was fine with you touching me everywhere today. Actually I wanted to take your pants off, but… yeah I think I'll be okay."
"You wanted my pants off?" Blaine squeaked. He honestly hadn't been thinking about it, focused instead on the feeling of Kurt's hot body over his.
"Yeah," Kurt admitted. "I did, towards the end. But then you had to go home, so I didn't say anything."
"Oh, okay." Blaine nodded, they would definitely be trying again.
It wasn't until after Santana's week that Kurt got any significant alone time with Blaine, he thought he might die of sexual frustration. He'd tried masturbating again that night, after he'd hung up with Blaine, but all he could feel was phantom pain. He'd tried again a few times, but the same thing happened. The only time he didn't think of the pain was when Blaine was with him, pressing him into the mattress or being pressed into it, lips hot on his skin and hands everywhere. He felt light and happy and horny at those times. If his rocking had gotten a little more urgent in the past weeks, he wasn't going to attempt stopping.
It was a Sunday, Burt and Carole had went to some campaigning thing Mr. Schue had set up and Kurt had gently persuaded Finn out the door, reminding him of Rachel sitting all alone in her room because her fathers worked on Sundays. Finn left fairly quickly after Kurt reminded him of that. Once he was safely gone, Kurt called Blaine to let him know the coast was clear.
Blaine showed up in a button down, sans his usual bowtie, and his usual high waters. Kurt was still undecided on the high waters, it made Blaine's style old man-ish (complete with the too short shorts), but right then wasn't the time to think about it. If Kurt had his way, Blaine wouldn't be wearing anything soon, and naked was a fashion statement Kurt had DEFINITELY come to appreciate.
The journey to his room went a little slow, they couldn't stop kissing every few steps, but when they finally got into Kurt's room they fell on the bed easily. Kurt made quick work of Blaine's button down, smoothing his hands up the lovely exposed skin of his chest. He swooped down to kiss it, pressing his lips just above Blaine's belly button. Blaine giggled and hauled Kurt up so they could devour each other's lips.
Clothes were gone quickly, and Kurt reveled in all the naked, sunkissed skin. Blaine was naturally darker than him, and he'd only just lost the tan he'd picked up over the summer, faint lines on his arms showing the contrasting shades. Kurt kissed them as he pulled off Blaine's shirt, enjoying the way Blaine's breath hitched. Then he leaned back over Blaine's body and sucked Blaine's tongue into his mouth.
Slowly he lowered his body to Blaine's, moaning at the contact. In the past weeks he gotten somewhat used to being skin to skin with Blaine's chest, but it was nothing like this. As the feeligns washed over him Kurt realized he'd never been used to it at all, just aware of the way it felt and expectant, Kurt keened.
Blaine moaned loudly at Kurt's noise. "I love you, I love you," Blaine babbled and Kurt latched onto Blaine's neck. Blaine groaned louder. "Kurt, Kurt," There was such a desperate quality to his voice; it turned Kurt on SO much.
Without meaning to they were moving frantically; swallowing each other's moans and making Kurt's headboard tap lightly against the wall. "Blaine," Kurt moaned, the coil in his stomach tightening.
"Kurt, Kurt," Blaine panted, detaching his mouth from Kurt's neck. There was going to be one epic hickey there later. "I love you so much." Then he did a horrible thing and pushed at Kurt's shoulders until Kurt got the message and got onto his hands and knees so they weren't touching anymore.
"Why?" Kurt whined pitifully, head falling forward.
"Do you want, do you want to try?" Blaine asked and his hands migrated south. "Do you?"
"Yes," Kurt hissed, the thought of it was turning him on for once.
"I'll do it much better this time, baby, I promise. I'll make it so good for you." Blaine hooked a leg over Kurt's knee and rolled them over. "So good. You look beautiful like this, so handsome."
Kurt just whined, voice caught in his throat. His fingers clawed at Blaine's shoulder, hoisting him back on top of him so they could kiss forcefully. Once Blaine pulled his tongue out of Kurt's mouth Kurt took a big breath to try calming himself down. "Lube, drawer," he managed.
"Okay," Blaine said and kissed Kurt once more. Then he was leaning over him to get at the drawer. His side muscles stretched deliciously and Kurt couldn't help but nip at the space just under his arm. Faintly he remembered something Brittany had said about armpits, but the thought left him quickly when Blaine settled again.
Blaine's fingers were cold and wet when they touched him again.
Kurt held in a moan, suddenly afraid it would sound pained. When Blaine had touched him THERE, Kurt's stomach had seized painfully. He pushed the feeling away. He was going to do this.
Blaine's touch was light, careful. Kurt squirmed.
He squirmed away.
Blaine noticed. "Kurt?"
"What?" Kurt asked although he already knew. His stomach was flip flopping and his heart was speeding, coldness seeping through his body. He didn't want to do this.
"Are you okay?" Blaine applied gentle pressure. Kurt practically threw himself away from the touch. "That's a 'no'."
"Blaine," Kurt started, but his voice broke and he couldn't continue. Slowly Blaine moved towards him, arms outstretched. Kurt didn't flinch when Blaine's arms closed around him. Instead he turned in Blaine's embrace and buried his head in Blaine's neck.
"You're still afraid of that," Blaine noted. "Okay, we don't have to try it again, Kurt. We never have to try it ever again. We can just… stick to other stuff." Kurt didn't miss the slight disappointment in Blaine's voice. He trusted Blaine, knew his boyfriend would try to push this on him, but he also knew Blaine wanted this. This was something he couldn't give him, and it pained him to admit it. "It'll be alright, Kurt, I promise."
"I'm so sorry," Kurt whispered into Blaine's skin.
"It's okay, I love you. I love you so much, Kurt. I just want you comfortable. I've told you that before. I can only be comfortable when you are. If you don't want this, then… then we won't do it." Blaine said simply. "Do you want to put clothes on now, or just… just stay like this." Blaine arms tightened around him, a clear indication of Blaine's preference.
Kurt closed his eyes and took a shaky breath. His heart was still racing, and the beat of Blaine's heart was in his ears. Blaine's skin was sweaty and salty and Kurt loved the taste of it, the smell of him. He'd never thought he'd love sweat of any kind, but pretty much anything about Blaine Kurt loved. He pressed his lips to the skin closest to his mouth, letting his tongue peak out to taste it. Salty and good.
His insides stirred. The fire in him had died but just that one taste of Blaine and it reignited. He still wanted this.
"Neither," Kurt said. He kissed up to Blaine's ear quickly. "I want to keep going, doing 'other stuff' as you put it." He kissed the shell of Blaine's ear and sucked the lobe into his mouth for a moment. Blaine shuddered.
"Are you…" Blaine moaned and Kurt invaded Blaine's mouth with his tongue before the younger boy could finish talking. He pushed on Blaine's shoulders until they were horizontal again.
"I'm sure." Kurt licked the corner of Blaine's mouth and was rewarded with a smile. "I love you."
"I love you too." Kurt's hips pressed down and Blaine moaned. "I love you." Another shift down, harder this time. "I love you."
They were lost after that, rubbing against each other just as frantically as they had been before, fingers clutching and curling into skin, mouths pressed to whatever skin they could reach. They came like that, pressed together so tight they could only tell who was who by the tone of their skin.