I hope everyone is coping and dealing with Cory's death. It's a very sad week.
As for this story, I have the next chapter written. I think I'll post it on Wednesday. Otherwise you'll get it sometime next week. I believe there will only be two or three more chapters left, tops.
They're lying on the bed and making out. Kurt's on top of him—his weight an ever present indication that Blaine is not making this up—and they're making out. Blaine has made out with only a small handful of guys before, and most with the help of some liquid courage. But here he is, sober as can be, making out with the guy of his dreams. He hopes he's not terrible, but so far Kurt doesn't seem to have any complaints.
It starts out slow and passionate, and they stop ever so occasionally to smile into each other's lips and bang noses together. They laugh and whisper sweet nothings into each other's ears and necks.
And then, after a while, it gets a bit more heated.
Kurt stops trying to keep his hips elevated above Blaine's. And Blaine is only too aware of the growing pressure between both his and Kurt's legs. When Kurt starts doing little rocking motions, Blaine can't stop himself from letting out soft moans of pleasure.
"Is this okay?" Kurt asks before reattaching his lips to Blaine's neck, which Blaine is thankful for. He's never had someone kiss his neck before and he's surprised at how good it feels. Suddenly the thought of hickies—something he once thought sleazy and low class—is sounding quite good to him.
"Yeah," he grunts out, hips bucking up a little to show his complete dedication to this new step in their relationship.
Kurt moves down the bed a bit, lips trailing from his neck to his shoulder before making their way to Blaine's collarbone and reattaching itself with a firm suck and a small nip. Blaine lets out a moan of appreciation and arches his neck backwards, hoping it will help his lungs expand and take in more air.
When a bruise has most certainly been sucked onto Blaine's collarbone, Kurt moves back up a bit and places a few quick kisses on Blaine's lips.
"How're you feeling?" He asks, voice breathy.
Blaine can't respond properly and just grumbles out a few unintelligent huffs and moans, topping it off with an eye roll.
Kurt laughs and buries his head in the crook of Blaine's neck, arms rubbing at either shoulder.
"I take it that means you're good?"
"More than good," Blaine breathes before hauling Kurt up and leaning up to kiss him. Blaine doesn't think he could ever get tired of just kissing. It's fun and it can be steamy and hot, but it can also be silly and intimate and special. He loves that he knows all of this yet he's only been kissing Kurt for half an hour. He doesn't think he'll ever get enough, but it's a theory he's willing to test out and pursue.
He slides his tongue seamlessly into Kurt's mouth and revels in the little squeak of surprise that Kurt emits. It's the first time that Blaine takes control of the kissing and he loves the power that it gives him—loves the idea that he may be able to make Kurt groan and sweat and ache for more. He strokes his tongue along Kurt's before licking around his mouth a bit. When he pulls his tongue back Kurt chases after it, but Blaine just kisses Kurt's upper lip, nipping a bit when Kurt groans in disapproval.
"More. I want more," Kurt puffs out.
Blaine complies and kisses him more. He's shocked, yet infinitely pleased, when Kurt brings back the grinding that they were doing earlier. He can feel Kurt's cock through the material of their sweat pants, can feel it swell with interest, and it only fuels the fire that is his erection. Kurt's entire body is just lying on top of his, keeping him grounded warm and turned on, and Kurt just keeps thrusting faster.
"Fuck," Blaine grunts out on a particularly good thrust. He is fully hard now, and the drag of Kurt's dick along his is so painfully good. He could do this for hours, he thinks. He starts thrusting back a bit, giving Kurt a little help in that area.
"More," Kurt groans, biting onto Blaine's neck. Blaine's not sure what he means, but he starts thrusting a little faster, a little harder. But Kurt just groans in frustration and rolls them over so they're both on their sides, facing each other. His hand trails down Blaine's side, starting from his armpit, as he goes back to making out with Blaine, little moans escaping each of their lips. When his hand gets to Blaine's hip he moves it around the back and dips it below the sweatpants and squeezes the globe of Blaine's ass, causing a spark of arousal to shoot through him. Blaine moans and thrusts his hips forward in approval before pushing back onto Kurt's hand—a silent request for more.
Kurt trails his hand from Blaine's ass to his thigh and squeezes tightly, manhandling Blaine so his leg is over Kurt's thigh. They kiss a bit more, but it's an awkward angle and Blaine can't thrust forward very well—can't get any relief. He whines a bit but keeps surging forward and kissing Kurt, content with what's happening. Kurt, however, has other plans. He rubs his hand up and down Blaine's thigh before trailing it slowly to the front of Blaine's pants, rubbing the backs of fingers lightly over Blaine's underwear-clad dick. Blaine shudders at the feeling, not expecting the night to ever take this turn. Kurt stops his light touches and kisses Blaine's cheek and nose and eyebrows, making his way around Blaine's face with light pecks.
"I've never done this before," Blaine whispers, feeling suddenly embarrassed.
Kurt removes his hand from Blaine's pants, which isn't something Blaine entirely wanted. But he is glad for the moment is allows him to think. He closes his eyes and takes a few deep breaths hoping to center himself. Kurt uses his thumb to caress Blaine's cheek, forehead pressed right against Blaine's.
He whispers slowly and softly, but with meaning, "It's okay if you want to stop."
Blaine nods his head in understanding, his nose catching on Kurt's, before answering.
"But I don't."
He opens his eyes and looks at Kurt, letting the smile tugging on his lips bloom and grow. Kurt answers back with his own smile, and Blaine takes this opportunity to surprise Kurt by rolling on top of him and attaching himself to Kurt's neck.
"Oh God," Blaine hears Kurt moan. He takes it as a good sign, glad that he's apparently decent at this thing called making out.
The only problem is that Blaine doesn't exactly know what to do next. He knows that he and Kurt are in agreement with the fact that they will be doing more than making out tonight, but he's not quite sure what that more is. Nor is he sure how to get there.
And while he isn't quite positive as to what that more is, he is positive about what that more isn't. And it's something he knows Kurt needs to be forewarned about.
So when he starts kissing his way down to Kurt's left nipple, giving it a few lips and sucking the skin right next to it, he blurts out his limits.
"I don't want butts involved!" He practically screams. When he realizes how loud and aggressive he sounds, his cheeks go red and he lifts his head up from Kurt's chest to look guiltily into Kurt's eyes. He repeats himself with far less fervor. "I uhm, don't want butts involved," he coughs out. He can't really look at Kurt's eyes for too long, and he finds his own wandering around the pillow and headboard where Kurt is lying.
Kurt, however, doesn't have a problem with maintaining eye contact, and he runs a comforting hand up and down Blaine's sides before pushing him off of his lap. Blaine now feels really bad, like he said something that he shouldn't. Or that he's not ready for something that he should be. He starts scratching his shoulder and rubbing a hand through his face in anxiety.
"Care to elaborate?" Kurt asks, lifting Blaine's chin with his hand so that they are looking at each other.
"I want more tonight, too," Blaine manages to speak. "But I'm not ready for—" he falters, not sure how to phrase his next thought. "Anal," he mutters out. It's dry and clinical, but he's not sure if saying fucking or sex would have been detailed enough.
"Blaine," Kurt smiles. "That's perfectly fine. Thank you for telling me." He leans in and kisses Blaine on the lips, smiling into it.
"Oh. Okay then. Good," Blaine says, happy that apparently they won't be having anal sex tonight. "Can we continue on then?" He asks hopefully.
"Continue with what?" Kurt speaks seductively, nipping on Blaine's jawline.
"With what….we…" Blaine groans, "were doing."
"This is what we were doing," Kurt murmurs.
"Fuck," Blaine groans. He's totally forgotten what he and Kurt were talking about, because the back of Kurt's hand is now rubbing teasingly along the outline of Blaine's sweatpants-clad cock.
"Hey Blaine?" Kurt asks, lips grazing Blaine's ear. "What are your thoughts on handjobs tonight?" He quickly pulls back and looks Blaine in the eye, imparting his opinion that, "It's no big deal if you're not ready."
Blaine just splutters. "You mean your hand on my—" he motions towards his dick and Kurt moves his knuckles up and down Blaine's dick again.
"On your cock," Kurt whispers into Blaine's ear.
Blaine groans and falls to his side, situating himself on his back so that Kurt has to straddle one of his knees.
"I'm partial to that idea," Blaine grits out, followed by a loud moan.
Kurt laughs and leans down to kiss Blaine. Their tongues fight for dominance, and in the end Blaine willingly backs down and lets Kurt take what's now his.
While they kiss, Kurt begins to pull Blaine's sweatpants down. They separate so Kurt can pull them the rest of the way off, followed by his own, so they are down to just their boxer briefs.
Kurt's sitting up on his knees, straddled between one of Blaine's legs, and Blaine is sprawled out below him. He's leaning back on his elbows trying to catch his breath as he looks up at Kurt and admires the view.
"You are so hot," he says without thinking.
Kurt chuckles and leans down to kiss him—Blaine meets him in the middle for a sweet kiss.
Kurt's hands go to play with the top of Blaine's briefs. "Mind if we get rid of these?" His eyebrows are quirked in question, and it's the first time tonight that Kurt's voice betrays him, displaying his inner nervousness.
Blaine shakes his head and responds, "Go ahead." When his briefs are completely off he leans up a bit farther so he can slide Kurt's off. When they get to Kurt's knees he lays back down as Kurt awkwardly maneuvers them off. He has to lean forward onto Blaine a bit so he can kick them off his feet, and Blaine chuckles at how unsexy and ungraceful the situation is. How unlike porn and rated R movies it is. Yet somehow the realness of it just makes it ten times hotter for Blaine, because he takes the opportunity to kiss Kurt again, groaning when their cocks align.
He thrusts up a bit to get more friction and Kurt's body melts against his. They move together for a bit, kissing each other on the lips, the cheeks, the necks, until Kurt grabs Blaine's dick in a loose fist and Blaine groans loudly.
"Yes. Fuck." He jerks up so his cock slides through Kurt's dry grip, and Kurt sits up and leans on his knees again so he's looking down at Blaine.
He tightens his grip a bit and slowly begins to jerk Blaine off. Blaine mewls a lot and lets out tiny hiccups of whines. He tries to keep his eyes open and focused on the fact that Kurt's hand is touching his dick, but it's so hard to stay alert when his body feels so raveled tight and tense with pleasure.
He really want Kurt to lean down and kiss him, but he doesn't know if Kurt will still be able to jerk him off if he does, so Blaine foregoes asking for it and submits himself to the feeling of his first hand job.
"You're so hot," Kurt says, eyes blown wide as he licks his lips. "I love the noises you make."
Blaine doesn't even realize that he is still whimpering in pleasure until Kurt says that, and he just moans higher and louder. "Gonna—gonna come," he manages to grit out.
"Good," Kurt says.
Blaine whines three more times before coming all over his stomach and chest. Kurt rubs him through it, muttering over and over again how hot Blaine is.
Blaine, for his part, just falls into the bed. He can hardly move—hardly keep his eyes focused. He needs a second to breathe because that was single handedly the hottest moment of his night.
"Fuck, Kurt," he says. But all he gets in response are Kurt's groans, and when Blaine lifts himself up to look at Kurt, who's still straddling his leg, he's greeted with the sight of Kurt's come-soaked hand jerking himself off. Blaine's eyes widen in surprise and he emits a tiny whimper, wondering if it's possible to get hard so soon. He doesn't think he's ever seen anything so hot as this. That is, until Kurt actually comes on Blaine's stomach. "Ohdeargod," Blaine breathes out, grabbing the back of Kurt's neck and pulling Kurt towards him. Their lips smash together, and it's mostly teeth at first, but it's still so fucking hot.
"Fuck," Blaine says in between kisses. "So hot, Kurt. So hot."
Kurt just groans in agreement and shoves his tongue into Blaine's mouth. He lowers his body onto Blaine's, and it's weird at first, since Blaine still has come drying on his stomach. But it's still totally worth it. They kiss for a while and roll onto their sides to kiss some more. When the fervor fades away and they're just trading lazy kisses back and forth, Blaine whispers into Kurt's ear.
"That was amazing. Thank you." He says it with such earnestness, hoping that Kurt can pick up how grateful he is to have had this experience. Kurt responds with a shy smile and knocks their foreheads together so they can look into each other's eyes.
They stay like that for a few seconds, just smiling at each other, until Kurt's dirty hand brushes Blaine's stomach and a little bit of dried semen flakes off Blaine's stomach and Kurt's hand.
"Ew! Gross," Kurt mutters. Blaine laughs and rolls over onto his back.
"That's what you get for blowing your load on me!" He jokes.
"Yes, because you were clearly an unwillingly participant."
"Oh, I was willing, alright," Blaine smiles. He rolls off the bed and walks naked to the mini fridge, grabbing the Brita filter that's on the side of the door. He then walks to his laundry basket and grabs a dirty washcloth before pouring some of the water from the Brita onto the washcloth and rubbing the wet cloth on his stomach and chest, removing all of the dried come he can.
Kurt looks on with disgust on his face. "Really, Blaine? Really?"
"What?" Blaine asks. "I'm not walking to the bathroom now."
Kurt just shakes his head and looks at the clock. His face becomes serious and his voice stern.
"Wait. Is that really what time it is?"
Blaine looks at the clock. "Yeah," he says.
It's two thirty-six in the morning, and Kurt has a final at ten.
"Fuck," he says, climbing out of Blaine's bed. He takes the offered washcloth to lean his hand before giving it back to Blaine, grabbing a fresh pair of underwear from his drawer, and putting it on. "I'm screwed."
"You'll be fine," Blaine comments while putting the Brita away and throwing the now even dirtier washcloth back into the laundry basket. He walks to his own dresser and grabs a clean pair of underwear. He's not sure what the protocol for this is—for after hand jobs and coming and making out. But Kurt assuages his confusion easily when he hops into his own bed and pulls the covers open.
"Hop on, cowboy. Your bed is a mess. But be warned, sleeping two to a dorm bed is uncomfortable. And my alarm goes off at seven-thirty."
"Aye Aye, Cap'n!" Blaine responds with a school boy grin, hopping into bed with Kurt so they're facing each other.
Kurt pulls the covers over them. "Big spoon or little spoon?" He inquires.
"Little spoon," Blaine decides, wanting to be held. He turns away from Kurt so Kurt can wrap his arms around him and settles into the touch. He wiggles around a bit, unable to get comfortable, and after a few minutes he realizes why.
"Kurt?" He whispers, sure that Kurt's awake but wanting to be quiet just in case.
"Yeah?" Kurt responds.
"Can I be the little spoon still if I turn around and put my head on your chest?" He likes cuddling Kurt that way more, likes the closeness that transpires when he's curled around Kurt that way.
"You can be the little spoon any way you want," Kurt replies, scooting back a bit so Blaine has more room to flip his body. He drops his head on Kurt's chest and wraps his one arm around Kurt's torso, reveling in how safe he feels when Kurt's arm encloses around his back and rubs up and down.
"Much better," Kurt sighs.
Blaine smiles and closes his eyes, hoping to catch a little sleep before he has to get up and start the day.
Comments? Concerns? Anyone have any good weekend stories or eat any awesome food?