Here I'm earning my M rating with one of the (hopefully many) explicit scenes from this story. Have fun reading it, I had fun writing it.
The day after finding out about Kurt, Blaine received a package in the mail.
Normally, Blaine was able to pick up any packages from the front desk without any problem. The good thing about this apartment complex was they were discreet about things that came through there. For this, Blaine was especially grateful since the package was one of…questionable nature.
Unfortunately, he wasn't the one to pick up his package.
When he moved in to this place, they asked him to fill out a sheet about his mail, and one of the questions was who was approved to pick it up for him. He hadn't hired a maid at the time, so he just put down family and current employees with proper identification. That also allowed Blaine from having to come down and add his maid's name when he finally got around to hiring her. That also meant that Santana liked to sneak peeks at his mail, looking for embarrassing things to tease him about.
This was one of those times.
Blaine entered his apartment with Cupcake after another fun day talking to Kurt at the park (this time they had been there around a couple hours, talking about sports (well, Blaine did, Kurt talked about how he didn't get it and asked for new scarf designs)), and he immediately noticed there was something off about how it looked. Normally it was…
Cleaner.
"Santana!" Blaine called out. She usually finished long before Blaine got back to the apartment. Not only would she be finished, but she would also sometimes leave him a snarky note about the state of his bathroom or something.
Today, though, the vacuum was still out, leaning against the far wall next to his couch, and he could still smell her perfume in the air.
Sighing, Blaine knelt down and unclipped Cupcake from her leash. He didn't have to kneel far down, sadly to his masculinity. She was getting bigger every day, and she was close to being at her full adult height. Her blue eyes were gone too, but she still looked adorable with big brown eyes.
"Santana!" He called out again. Maybe she couldn't hear him…
He walked to his bedroom and opened the door. All that was in his room was a box on his bed and a neat little note folded on top of it.
He looked around his room, noticing that it was still in a bit of need for cleaning, and his dry cleaning was still hanging on his closet door. He sighed again and went to his bed.
After reading the note, he understood exactly why everything was still a mess.
'Hey Boo.
I picked this up for you this morning. Something to tell me?
Still want that number for a dildo? I'd pick you for a medium thickness with vibration to the prostate.
;)
Tana.
P.S. I'm going to need the rest of this week off now.'
She had him. He knew that if he called her to come back here, she'd casually mention this package to Cooper.
It wasn't like you could tell exactly what was in there; the only clue actually that it was something inappropriate was the company's sending address. But Cooper was more nosey than Santana, and he'd demand to know what he was sending out for since he could probably have it hand delivered and there's only so many more embarrassing ways that Blaine could accidentally out his confused sexuality to him.
Next on the list was using a dildo in Cooper's apartment.
He shuddered and quickly tried to rid himself of that thinking.
He quickly opened his box and grabbed the wrapped DVD out of it. Thankfully, the company had not only tried to be discreet on the mailing label, but also on the DVD itself, wrapping it in dark tissue paper that didn't allow images to peer through.
A bark coming from his kitchen shook Blaine out of his thoughts and he quickly remembered his dog. Cupcake. What was the proper procedure for watching porn with a pet? Should he watch it even if she could come in and see him?
...
Even in his head that sounds kind of weird, but he couldn't just close the door and expect her to not rip up anything in his apartment. Besides, it's not like he's going to be jerking off or anything, he's merely curious.
Plus he has a bathroom so if push comes to shove, she's going in there.
He walks over to his DVD player and TV in his room and put the DVD in. After calling Cupcake into his room, he shut his bedroom door and climbed onto his bed. Cupcake immediately took her typical spot on the floor, where Blaine knew she would sleep for about ten minutes before climbing onto the bed and curling herself on Blaine's pillow.
It was nice that even his dog followed a routine.
He pressed play on his remote and the porn movie immediately started, foregoing even going to the menu page. For some weird reason to Blaine, that made sense. Why waste time with a menu page when people just want to watch people have sex.
Or, bareback. The movie was called Bareback in the City IV, and he had no idea what it meant to bareback but he didn't think gay porn would have guys with their shirts on just so they could have a category called bareback.
Blaine had no idea what he was in for.
The movie immediately started with a close up shot of what looked like someone's penis, sans condom, going into another guy's ass very slowly, like they were just starting the sex. It then zoomed out so you can see exactly what position these two men were in, and Blaine winced when he saw the bottom guy was holding his legs above his head and his head was thrown back in what looked like pain.
Or maybe it was pleasure, because when the guy on top drew himself out then thrust back in quickly, the other man groaned in what sounded like pleasure and widened his legs more than Blaine thought a man could possibly do.
Before five minutes had even passed, Blaine was hard and he was pretty sure his mouth was wide open. Watching this guy increasingly fuck into this other man made Blaine shiver with a ghost feeling of what it could feel like. What would it be like if Kurt did this to him? If he did this to Kurt?
Blaine's groan echoed the ones coming from the TV and he realized his hand had drifted down to the front of his pants and was rubbing where the long hard line of his cock was showing through. He tried to make himself stop, tried to draw his hand away and concentrate on how gay sex works, but his hand was ignoring the commands from his brain. He gasped when he squeezed just too hard and a spurt of pre-cum started to wet itself through Blaine's pants. He noticed that Cupcake hadn't moved from her spot, and she wasn't even facing him.
At this point, he decided that he had enough of trying not to and instead decided to just let himself go. He threw his hand down his boxers and his own moans and grunts soon matched the ones from the men on the screen. The top man flipped the bottom one over and started to really thrust into him, and it made Blaine curl his toes and arch his back from the sight. He wondered if Kurt would be that bottom man, just taking what Blaine wanted to give him, what he thought Blaine would need to give. And boy did Blaine want to give it for a long time and let it all out.
Or maybe Kurt would want to show Blaine exactly what he was missing. Maybe he'd want to just plow right into Blaine and show him how he had been mistaken; that for all these years, he wasn't ever straight, that he was really just a very gay man in denial. Take care of Blaine the way he needed now that he didn't have a job.
Blaine saw more than heard one of the men shout filthy things to the other, and it was with the thought of Kurt ever saying those things to Blaine in his ear, with the sweat dripping off Kurt's forehead and onto his naked back, that had Blaine widening his eyes and gasping as one of the most intense orgasms he's ever had positively ripped through his very core and made spots dance when he closed his eyes.
This only took Blaine five minutes.
By the time he finally came back down and was able to process what had happened, the scene was over and had moved onto another couple. Cupcake had come up on the bed and settled into her usual spot, paying no mind to Blaine.
He looked down at his shirt and realized with a yelp that he had successfully covered himself in his own spunk, and he swore he could feel some on his chin. He slowly eased himself off the bed and, with a jelly-like walk, wandered over to his bathroom to clean himself off. He stripped off his shirt and stood in front of the sink, putting his hands on the sides of the vanity and looking at himself in the mirror.
He had just come thinking about Kurt fucking him.
Not only did he come thinking about another man, but he had never came as hard as he did with girls or even just a simple blow job.
He might be more gay than he thought.