So, like I said yesterday, I'm leaving and will be back with another update on Wednesday.
Today four drabbles will be posted to make up for the days I'll be gone.
In the meanwhile, roadhead fic! Woo :D
Hot Wheels
It took Kurt a second to realize Blaine was unzipping his pants.
"You know, I let you put your head on my leg so you could sleep."
Blaine proceeded taking his dick out of his pants calmly. He wasn't even half-hard yet. "Well, seeing that we still have a pretty long drive left until we get to our cabin, and considering I'm not really that tired, I decided to use our time more… productively."
Kurt chuckled. "If that's what you count as productive, I ain't gonna complain."
"Good."
He sank down on Kurt's dick then, fast and confident, and Kurt hummed, smiling at the warm, snug feeling. He had a feeling Blaine liked this, sucking on him slowly and getting him hard and aching.
Kurt made sure to keep both hands on the wheel, even though the temptation to bring a hand to grab Blaine's hair was almost irresistible. Taking deep breathes through his nose and mouth together, he stilled himself while Blaine sucked away, bobbing his head and licking the crown and kneading his thigh with his broad palm. He sighed, shuddering at the sensations running up and down his spine.
His eyes closed with pleasure when Blaine licked the side of his cock delectably, and he snapped them open, focusing on the road again; there was one car about thirty feet in front of them and one very far behind- no one drives anywhere this early on Saturday mornings, thank god.
"Uhh, fuck," Kurt moaned, hands tightening on the wheel, Blaine moving his head so quickly now it was almost as if Kurt was fucking his throat; there was saliva dripping down to his trimmed pubic hair, and his thigh was getting to that weird state of being both numb and prickly from Blaine's hand. His back arched when Blaine gave a particularly hard suck, and Blaine's hand found its way between Kurt's lower back and the backrest, holding him and working him into frenzy.
Suddenly he pulled off with a filthy sound, and Kurt whined. "No, why did you stop, more, please, B, more-"
"Just letting you know you should come in my mouth, babe, because I don't feel like cleaning up," he chuckled at Kurt's impatience and went back down.
Kurt laughed breathlessly, and moaned again, trying to refocus on the now-blurry road. It was nearly impossible, having Blaine driving him over the edge like that and not just closing his eyes and giving in to the scorching-hot pleasure, but he gripped on steering wheel and held on tight, whimpering and moaning and making high-pitched noises as Blaine bobbed his head and sucked earnestly .
He felt it in the pit of his stomach a second before he came, and said in a tiny voice, "Coming!" before spilling so hard into Blaine's mouth he fell forward with a grunt.
Blaine licked him clean when he came down and leaned back, slumping against the seat. "Oh my god, B."
Blaine chuckled, tucking Kurt back in and resting his head back on Kurt's thigh.
"Aren't you gonna make me pull over so I can return the favor?"
"No need," he mumbled happily.
"Oh." It made Kurt shiver, knowing he was still able to make Blaine come in his pants. A warm feeling dawned over him as he merged into the right lane, and got off the highway, and onto another one. "Don't you want to clean up?"
"Nah, it's just gonna be worse if I try. Stop at the next gas station and I'll change underwear in the restroom or something."
Now Kurt was free to put a hand in Blaine's hair without losing control, playing with his soft curls. He'd convinced Blaine not to use gel for the weekend, insisting it was useless since they weren't planning on going anywhere outside the cabin. "You're not gonna change in a gas station's restroom, Blaine, that's disgusting. Do you want me to pull over?"
Blaine shifted a little, and then sat up. Kurt's hand stayed in his hair. "Yeah." He looked out the window for a moment. "But not here, somewhere with bushes. I need to pee."