Yay, an Adam Lambert song for a title- and now he's actually on Glee so it's even better! (Also geddit geddit "fever" because Blaine's a doctor)
Anyway. Yeah- prompts!week, Sofia Michelle's doctor!Blaine and dancer!Kurt AU, smut.
Basically just porn and no plot- enjoy! ;)
Fever
A week after Kurt's X-ray scan, he asked Dr. Anderson- Blaine - out on a date.
On their third date, a month later, Kurt found out Blaine's real age was actually thirty, and choked a little on his wine when he realized Blaine was probably aware of his own age- twenty two- after going through his medical history. Blaine didn't seem bothered; he giggled and thanked Kurt for the compliment.
On the next date, Kurt tried to act classy and failed miserably. Blaine laughed too hard for his own health- so hard that the next day he sent Kurt a "sorry!" cupcake from his favorite bakery.
On the fifth date, after a lot of fumbling and blushing, Blaine sucked Kurt's dick.
Kurt came in two minutes flat, apologized a thousand times, and then Blaine shoved Kurt's hand into his pants and kissed him, fucking into his fist until he came with a grunt so loud and lewd that Kurt was staring to get hard again.
On the sixth date, they were officially "a thing", boyfriends, and celebrated by making out while watching a stupid rom-com.
A few dates later, they discussed sex. Kurt admitted to never having bottomed before, and Blaine said he dislikes topping most of the time. They tried talking about kinks, but Kurt blushed so hard and Blaine became so hard that they had to stop and make out instead. It was too soon to step into kinky things, anyway.
The tenth date was Kurt's favorite.
He met Blaine for dinner, and then they went to his place for dessert. Only they never actually had dessert.
The door slammed shut behind them and Blaine's mouth was on his, biting and licking, making the most delightful noises. Kurt felt lightheaded when Blaine's hand slowly unzipped his pants and slipped inside his boxer-briefs.
"Blaine."
"Shh, you have better recovery time than I do. Come first, fuck me later."
And Kurt couldn't say no. He wrapped his arms around Blaine's neck and leaned onto his tiny, sturdy body, panting into his ear as his fist squeezed and rubbed all the right places.
"Ah, fuck, B, so good, so good, oh my god! Blaine," he whined, and Blaine shivered. Everything felt so natural, so right, and neither of them could have enough of it.
Kurt cried out when he came, screaming Blaine's name and dirty endearments, his body writhing and shaking, pushing himself into Blaine's warm hand.
They moved to the bedroom shortly afterwards, clothes forgotten in the entryway, and Kurt pushed Blaine onto the bed. His eyes were big and hypnotizing, his muscles rippling under tan skin, his dick well-sized and hard as a rock.
"Fuck me," he uttered, and Kurt… Kurt gasped and fell into bed with him.
"Need- to get- lube," he murmured between searing kisses, reaching to the nightstand. Blaine made a desperate noise and bucked up against him, holding him in place.
"Lube, B, so I can fuck you," Kurt tried. Blaine didn't let go. "God, are you drunk?"
"Only had one glass of wine," he replied, rutting up against Kurt. "Please please please need to come please!"
Kurt gave up, and dived back in to kiss and suck on Blaine's neck; Blaine threw back his head, exposing more of his neck and pushing his hip up against Kurt's thigh.
With a smirk, Kurt set his hands on Blaine's waist and pinned him to the bed- Blaine whined, trying to move, but Kurt's skilled, strong hands with muscles so clearly defined, stopped him.
"I'm gonna suck you off," he declared, and Blaine melted down into the sheets.
"Please."
Kurt nuzzled down his chest, stopping to suck a bruise under Blaine's bellybutton, still holding him down. He whimpered, the sound of it like music in Kurt's ears.
"Please, Kurt, please!"
"Please what?" Kurt asked, feeling mature and sexy and wanted like this, filthy things spoken breathily into the heated air of the room and his hand on another man's cock.
"Put your lips on me, please, suck me off, Kurt!"
"Yes," he said wantonly, and darted forward, swallowing down Blaine's dick to his moan. Still holding tight onto his hips, Kurt started bobbing his head, making sure the head of Blaine's dick caught on the roof of his mouth as he went, carefully pressing his tongue along the underside of his shaft and trailing it down the thick vein.
He felt hands sink into his hair and pull, and hummed gently, pleased- the vibrations of his throat had Blaine trying to lift up his hips again and saying a stream of dirty words.
"Need to come?" Kurt lifted his head to say, and a string of saliva connected his lip with Blaine's aching boner.
"Yes!"
"Come in my mouth," he said, and went back down; Blaine was close enough, his balls straining, his hands clenched tight in Kurt's hair, and he kept sucking-sucking-sucking until everything exploded, and Blaine came with a long, loud yell.
When they woke up in the morning and realized they had fallen asleep, Blaine apologized more thoroughly than Kurt did that first time, and let Kurt fuck him with his knees by his shoulders until both were happy and spent.