Several people prompted for more mindreader!Blaine- here you go! :)
One of these days I will manage to write a non-smutty mindreader!Blaine. Not today.
Titled after Paramore's song of the same name.
Kurt's thoughts in Italic.
Decode
Kurt was daydreaming. Blaine, for one, was actually trying to focus on the lecture.
Only Kurt didn't want him to, apparently.
Mmm, your skin under my fingertips... The way you moan so loudly, shiver when you feel me coming, how you lick all over me and mark me and kiss me silly...
Blaine swallowed. That was not fair. Kurt knew he couldn't help listening. Especially when they were sitting this close.
He nudged Kurt's elbow with his own, sending him a slightly annoyed, slightly turned-on look.
Kurt didn't even turn to look back at him. He just smirked, and rested his head on his hand, scribbling meaningless lines and twirls in his notebook.
Let's see if I can get you hard, shall we?
"Kurt!" he whispered. "We're in the middle of the class!"
"Blaine, is there something you want to share with us?" Mrs. Roth eyed him with deep criticism.
"No, ma'am," he sighed.
I'd say we're actually quite in the back of the class.
Blaine huffed a breath. He felt a blurry run of thoughts- Kurt was trying to decide what would get him hard as fast as possible- and shivered. When he found out what Kurt was planning, it was too late to ask Mrs. Roth if he could go to the restroom.
Your skin under my tongue, Kurt began. But there weren't only words- he imagined a tongue tracing his own body, which transferred the sensation straight to Blaine.
Your hot, filthy mouth on my dick…
Blaine sucked in a breath.
Don't think about it, don't think about it, turn it off, don't listen, don't listen,fuck.
He was trying to keep a blank face while practically getting a blowjob in class.
Are you hard, baby? Want me to suck you? It's the last period, you know, just twenty more minutes and we can go home, and I'll fuck you so hard, make you come so hard you won't remember your name, I'll make you scream...
Blaine whimpered. This class needed to end. Now.
Think of my hand on your dick, teasing you, going up and down slowly... Than flicking against the head and sliding down, squeezing hard... Then, I'd let you go completely, leaving you bare, exposed... And I'll go down, and grip you balls so hard you'll cry out…
Blaine whined. Not fair, not fair!
Can you come like this? Just thinking of how amazing this afternoon would be?
Blaine gritted his teeth. No. He's not coming in the middle of the class. Fifteen more minutes. That's all.
Maybe you'll fuck me, all desperate and angry, and oh, Blaine! Yes, yes! Oh, your huge dick in me, oh, baby, you're so good, fucking me, kissing me all over...
Blaine flushed a fierce red. The moans in his head were so real.
Do not come, Anderson. Do not.
So good, Blaine, oh, you're perfect, yes, yes, in me, oh Blaine, Blaine, you're mine, yes, yes-
"Class dismissed!"
Blaine stilled for a second, then flew from his chair, pushing everything messily into his bag, using it discreetly to hide his raging boner.
Kurt smirked at him, and reached out to grip his hand.
"You are mean, and I'm going to get you punished," breathed Blaine in Kurt's ear.
They raced to the car.
Thanks for everyone who sent prompts! Always feel free to send more :D