Inspired by Darren's new song of the same name. It's adorkable, go listen.
(By the way, proud of myself on this one- I didn't get lazy and actually checked the basics on how to box.)
Pheromones
"I want you to teach me how to box," said Kurt on one Saturday afternoon of lounging on the couch together.
Blaine's eyes widened just slightly. "I'm not the best teacher-" Kurt rolled his eyes, "-but I'd love to show you what I know. May I ask what brought this along?"
Kurt looked down at his hands. "Well… after what you told me, about… you know, that Sadie Hawkins dance…"
Blaine swallowed. "Yes?"
"Well, I want to be able to defend myself." Now he looked up at Blaine's hazel eyes. "I want to feel safe."
Blaine leaned his forehead against Kurt's, close enough it seemed like he only had one glasz eye staring back at him. "You know I'm always here to defend you."
Kurt inhaled, closing his eyes. "I know. I still want to learn, though."
"Okay. I- okay, Kurt, okay." They looked at each other silently for a couple for moments. "Now?"
Kurt thought about it for a second. Why not? They had the rest of the afternoon. "Yeah. Just let me change."
Ten minutes later, they were standing in front of the punching bag in Blaine's basement, Kurt's hands snug in Blaine's boxing gloves.
"Alright, now stand like this,'' Blaine demonstrated, and Kurt did his best to mimic the position. He smiled when Blaine's gentle hands guided him. "When you punch, don't stretch your arm all the way. Don't try to punch too forcefully, or move the bag too much. Start slowly, no need to just throw punches- we'll increase the intensity later."
Kurt nodded, his jaw set.
"Ready?"
Kurt nodded again. Blaine took a few steps back.
"Alright. When you're ready, just like I showed you-" he demonstrated the movement again.
Kurt took a breath, bracing himself and punched with the precision of a snake striking.
"Good, good!" smiled Blaine, gripping the bag and stilling it. "Again?"
Kurt's face scrunched with concentration as he went back into position. Blaine stepped back. He punched again, gritting his teeth in exertion. Blaine praised him when he succeeded, encouraging him to continue and occasionally re-straightening his posture.
They went on that way for about twenty minutes, Kurt gradually getting better and hitting the bag stronger.
He also gradually got more irritated and turned on- he was sweaty and panting, and he could barely hear Blaine cheering him, the blood pulsing loudly in his ears. The worst part was the Blaine didn't even get that aspect of his words.
"Yes! Harder, Kurt, you know you can- good!"
He was punching a stupid bag and he was half hard, dammit.
"C'mon, again! Yeah, just like that!" he called, beaming at Kurt.
Kurt tried punching twice in a row, to Blaine's admiration.
"Great, great! Just like that!"
Kurt grunted in frustration, stepping back from the bag and glaring at Blaine. "You gotta stop talking," he breathed.
"Why?"
Kurt quickly slid one of his gloves off, gripping at the collar of Blaine's shirt and pulling him close. "Because you make me go insane."
Blaine tangled his fingers in Kurt's hair, slick with sweat, and hauled him into a kiss that was mostly tongues fighting for dominance and Kurt's breathing heavily into his mouth. When they broke apart, gasping for air, Blaine nuzzled Kurt's wet neck, breathing in the scent of pure Kurt. He moaned loudly, and Kurt pushed a leg between his.
"God, Kurt," Blaine muttered, lowering his hands to cup Kurt's ass, bringing them even closer. Without thinking, his tongue lapped the wetness from Kurt's neck, making him shudder.
"You know what?" Kurt stuttered a little when a pair of familiar lips closed around his throat, sucking hard. "I think you're an excellent teacher."
Um, this was supposed to include the song actually playing in the background while Kurt's boxing, but as I was writing I just couldn't fit it in? I don't know.