EDIT: See chapter 1
Unsurprisingly, this chapter is taking quite the hit.
Kurt took a deep breath and closed his eyes. This was a little awkward. Despite what he'd said to Blaine earlier, he was thinking he WOULD need to pretend Blaine wasn't there for a little, just so he could get started. He opened his eyes for equilibrium and tried not to look at his boyfriend as he peeled his pants and underwear off. Blaine gasped and Kurt imagined it was a memory.
He settled back against his headboard and spared a minute to arrange the pillows to support his back. He pumped some of his lotion into his hand and rubbed it between his fingers. Still keeping his eyes away from Blaine, Kurt let his hand start wandering over his skin. Blaine gasped again, the end threaded through with a moan, and Kurt's eyes snapped to him. Blaine already looked hot and bothered, almost identical to the way he looked after they'd been making out for a while. The only thing missing was the messier hair and swollen lips. Kurt's imagination filled those in for him and arousal flared hot and heavy in him.
Suddenly he was struck with the idea of this being a performance. He was giving Blaine a show. The showman in Kurt leapt excitedly, somehow pleased to finally be allowed free rein in this area. He let his slicked hand fall downward. He needed to put on a good show for Blaine.
It wasn't hard to manage it Kurt found. Something about Blaine in front of him spurred Kurt on. Usually when he masturbated he relied on memories and thoughts and focused on his own hands. But with Blaine before him, Kurt found himself zeroing in on the way Blaine's shoulders lifted and fell at an ever increasing speed as his breath got shallower, the way he kept licking his bottom lip with quick little flashes of his tongue. Kurt couldn't stop thinking about how it would be to watch Blaine falling apart even more, to watch him bring himself to the highest of highs. It made Kurt's stomach crunch pleasantly.
He hadn't even started to relax, still flying high above the pleasurable oblivion clouds, before Blaine was on him, taking his face between warm hands and kissing fiercely. Kurt couldn't even move to kiss back, still too far gone.
Fuck Kurt was HOT. He'd known that before, but this was ridiculous. Blaine had NEVER been so hot before, so completely and totally turned on that he almost couldn't stop himself from reaching out and touching. Only the knowledge that his turn was next kept Blaine still. Kurt's soft, amazing hands had roamed all over his own body and then moved so beautifully Blaine.
And, to top off everything about the experience, it was still light outside, sun still streamed in from the window and illuminated the pale boy in all his glory. Kurt was beautiful.
When Kurt's breath was finally slowing down and his body melted into the bed and Blaine, he let go of Kurt's mouth. "I love you."
"I love you too," Kurt said in pants.
Blaine nuzzled Kurt's face. "That was so hot, I'll be thinking of it for a long time."
"Glad to be of service." Kurt gave a cheeky smile and Blaine kissed his swollen lips lightly.
All at once the purpose for the experience came back to him. "You seemed alright to me, no… uh, blocking."
Kurt groaned and closed his eyes, but it was a happy groan. "I know, so good. First time since November."
"Well, since we're over that hiccup, I don't need to show you mine," Blaine said and smirked.
Kurt gasped indignantly and pushed Blaine off him. "Uh uh, mister." Kurt growled and pinned Blaine to the bed. "You're not getting out of this."
"I'm terrified." Blaine wiggled his eyebrows and Kurt growled again. Blaine tried to hold in a laugh, but he failed miserably. Kurt licked his face wetly and then kissed him quickly. "Ew, Kurt!" He HATED when Kurt did that, well, mildly disliked.
"You deserved it." Kurt was all smugness. He kissed Blaine one more time and then crawled off him to settle back against his headboard and pillows, graceful as a cat. "Now, pants off Anderson."
"So demanding." Blaine rolled his eyes and rolled off the bed to stand. He made a show of slowly unbuttoning his pants and shimmying his hips to make them fall. Kurt, who had opened his mouth to retort, remained silent, staring intently. "Like what you see, officer?"
Kurt groaned and collapsed against his pillows. "Please don't do the jokes, please."
"But you looked so precious in your cop outfit." Blaine blew him a kiss and then took pity on them both. Suddenly the room felt a few degrees hotter.
Kurt grunted.
Blaine settled on the bed again, kneeling to give Kurt the best view, and took a steadying breath. "Can you pass me the lotion?"
Kurt started for a second, surprised. Then he blindly reached out for the bottle, eyes still glued to Blaine, and wrapped his long, beautiful fingers around it. Kurt held it out to him wordlessly.
Blaine masturbated very differently from Kurt. Where Kurt was all about speed, Blaine preferred to explore himself. Where Kurt sort of forgot every part of his body but one Blaine let his hands move over his entire body.
Just watching it happen made arousal flare hot and quick in Kurt. Blaine was SO attractive. The sight felt like it was burning into his retinas; Kurt tried not to blink to help that process along. He never wanted to forget how this all looked. He never wanted to forget how Blaine's face was twisting, better lit now than ever before, and his mouth was hanging open and that DAMN hot pink tongue was still darting out to moisten his bottom lip.
"Blaine," Kurt whined, voice slipping to his highest register.
Blaine opened his eyes and their gazes locked. "Blaine," Kurt said again, unable to stop his hands from reaching out.
"Kurt." Blaine swallowed roughly. "Kurt, I… Kurt, I…"
Kurt was on him, pushing his shoulders back and settling him against the bed MUCH too close to the edge. Blaine's skin was softer than he'd expected the first time he'd touched him, but still deliciously rough. Something about the hair on his arms and legs turned Kurt on and he couldn't stop his hands from running up and down them constantly.
Now he picked Blaine's legs stroking the outside of Blaine's thighs. "Keep going, Blaine," Kurt whispered.
Kurt bent and kissed Blaine's happy trail, running his tongue up in swirls. "Kurt!" Blaine yelled.
"I love you," Kurt said into Blaine's belly button and then placed an open mouthed kiss there, enjoying the way it made Blaine shiver.
"Kurt, I'm so... " Blaine was shuddering uncontrollably, every nerve shaking.
Kurt ran his fingers up Blaine's thighs further, curving around the backs.
"KURT!" Blaine screamed and tensed, body curling in and colliding roughly with Kurt's. "I love you," he surfaced to say. "I love you, I love you." Then he went back to devouring Kurt's lips.
It took them ten minutes to calm down enough to stop kissing like the world was ending. They curled up, Kurt draped over Blaine's back, and just settled.
"I love you," Blaine said, because it never felt like he said it enough.
"I love you too." Kurt kissed the nape of his neck gently and nuzzled his nose into Blaine's ridiculously frizzy sex hair.
When Burt came home it was to Blaine's screeching and Kurt's evil laughter. He was going to leave it, but then the house shook with a thud so he went to investigate.
Kurt's door was, per house rules, open, and his bed made as neatly as ever. That settled, Burt quickly located the boys on the floor by Kurt's vanity. Kurt was sitting on Blaine's stomach, comb and bottle of some hair product or other in either hand.
"You WILL let me tame that mess on your head," Kurt said haughtily.
Blaine squirmed and covered his head. "NO!"
They were both laughing.
Quietly Burt backed out of the room; neither of them had noticed him come in anyway.