Cheerio!Kurt was prompted, and I hole deep love for boxing!Blaine. Thus, smutty fic.
Um, it's not actually public sex, but they are in the locker room and, well, you know.
Boxing Gloves and Ugly Lines
Blaine hit the bag with a groan. He could feel every bead of sweat on his back, could feel his tank top clinging to his skin, his hair breaking free from the gel, curls loose around his face. He blew out another breath, striking again.
"My face?" said a silky voice behind him, making him jump. He spun, turning around to face the slim, tall figure of the cheerleading captain.
"Never," he replied, gradually relaxing his tense posture.
"You were angry before," Kurt whispered, coming closer.
"I'm sorry," breathed Blaine when Kurt tucked a curl behind his ear.
"Mm, nothing for you to be sorry for," he whispered into Blaine's ear, licking his lobe and making him shiver. "By the way, sweat looks good on you."
"It does n-" Blaine's argument was stopped by Kurt's kiss, his hands wrapping around him, while Blaine's hands were hanging awkwardly from his neck, still snug in his boxing gloves. Kurt's knee spread Blaine's legs, and he moaned into the kiss.
Fumbling with his gloves until he managed to remove them- more difficult than it seems, with Kurt sucking on his tongue like that- he pushed Kurt backwards against the nearest wall.
He could feel Kurt smile when Blaine gripped on his ass, driving his fingers deep into the fabric-clad flesh, listening to his pleased hum.
When Blaine let his fingers slip into Kurt's uniform pants, he felt a spark race down his spine. "You're not wearing any underwear," he panted, squeezing on the smooth, heated skin of Kurt's ass.
"Well, obviously. Ugly lines." He wanted to go back to kissing, but Blaine stopped him.
"Obviously? As in, you obviously never wear underwear with your uniform?" he questioned.
Kurt replies with a "Mmhmm," and nibbled on Blaine's Adam's Apple.
"Oh god." Blaine pulled his face back up to kiss him senseless, shoving his leg deeper between Kurt's, rubbing hard. He smirked, biting Blaine's lip, sneaking a hand down into Blaine's pants…
He gasped, breaking away from the kiss. "We're in the locker room, Kurt-"
"Do you want to stop?" asked Kurt with a smirk and a harsh tug on Blaine's already hard cock.
"God, Kurt, no. Please, touch me, more."
Kurt bit forcefully on his neck. "Good."
So I was thinking I could make this into a prompts-only week! A different prompt everyday. Write in the reviews what you would like to see! :)