"He got mad at you over that?"
"Right? He's over-reacting, I swear."
Kurt was in the kitchen of his and Blaine's apartment, alone save for the young man in the computer screen. His laptop was resting on the kitchen island, and on it the face and upper torso of Mikael. He was handsome, with a strong jawline and dusty blonde hair, tan, canid ears growing out of it, and his English was only slightly accented. He was dressed in a dark blue tank top that hugged his chiseled torso, and he sat with his head propped up on his hand while he listened to Kurt talk.
Kurt himself was dressed in just his bathrobe, which didn't exactly cover up much, but it wasn't anything that Mikael hadn't seen before. He was moving around the kitchen, his fluffy ginger tail swishing back and forth as he gathered ingredients together. Mikael's gaze followed his every move, his tongue occassionally peeking out to run over his lips.
"I think it was uncalled for," Mikael said. Kurt bent over to pick up something he'd dropped, and the Wolf let his eyes wander, wriggling a hand into his boxers. It couldn't hurt anyone to just touch. "You should be allowed to do what - and who - ever you want."
Kurt stood back up, stretching. The bathrobe dipped slightly in the back because of how big it was - Mikael had suspicions that it wasn't even his - exposing the backs of his slender shoulders. The Wolf wrapped a hand around his dick, giving it a tug and letting out a shaky breath. Kurt's ginger ears twitched at the noise. Shit.
"You're only saying that because you think I'm hot," he said, turning around and resting his elbow on the counter, his head on top of his fist.
Mikael's face flushed red. "Who says?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow, shifting a bit so the bathrobe slid down his arms, exposing his shoulders. "You, several times." Smooth, rosy shoulders. "And also the hand that's currently in your pants."
Mikael swore under his breath, and grumbled an apology. Kurt tutted softly.
"Since when was your dick ever something to apologize for?" he asked, lifting the laptop and heading towards his bedroom, all thoughts of supper abandoned. Mikael looked at him with wide eyes.
"Now?"
"Why not? You're already hard."
"Not all the way."
"Yeah, well I can fix that."
You most certainly can, Mikael thought, giving his dick another tug. He was half-hard already. They were an ocean away, but Mikael wasn't about to doubt Kurt's abilities.
Kurt let the door close behind them, and slipped out of his robe.
Blaine came home soaked to the skin, having been caught in the onslaught of rain falling relentlessly over Manhattan. He peeled off his jacket, hanging it to dry, and was about to go to his room to take care of the rest of his clothes when he heard it.
"Ah, ah, ah~"
Moans. Somebody was moaning. And the dread collecting in Blaine's stomach was proof that he knew who.
He should've just gone straight to his bedroom and stayed there until the moans stopped. He should've ignored them, acted like they never happened, told himself that whatever Kurt was doing was his business.
He tried, he really did. Tried to sneak past without being noticed. But Kurt's door was still open, and Blaine saw.
Kurt was laid out on his bed, naked from the waist down, his fluffy tail writhing over the bed and his long legs spread as far apart as they could go. There was a laptop in front of him, and Blaine couldn't see the screen but he assumed it was whatever boy Kurt had taken an interest in, judging by the situation at hand.
Kurt also had something inside of him - something long and thick and bright pink. Oh god, Blaine thought, biting his lip, his hand going straight to the center of his soaked-through jeans. Is he using a toy?
Kurt was working his toy in and out of his pussy, his lips parted in soft little moans - the "ah, ah, ah"s from earlier - and his other hand working circles over his clit. His head was tilted back so he couldn't see Blaine looking in from the doorway, but his beautiful, pale neck was exposed and Blaine itched to lunge forward and kiss it. To tear off the rest of Kurt's robe. To run his hands down those pretty little thighs, pull out the plastic pink cock and replace it with his own-
He stepped back from the doorway, running for his room.
This was dirty. Wrong. He was spying on Kurt. Getting all worked up over a boy he'd practically raised and who was at least five years younger than he was.
That hadn't stopped Blaine, however, from locking his bedroom door behind him and pulling out his now-hard cock.
It hadn't stopped him from running long, gentle strokes down the length of it, his eyes closed and his head resting against the door. Hadn't stopped soft, hushed moans from leaving his lips - "Kurt, oh, oh, Kurt..." - or the orgasm from rushing over him as he came.
He cleaned himself off, trying to keep the reality of what he'd done from coming into thought. It was inevitable, though, and he soon had to face the realization.
He had just jerked off to Kurt.
Once Kurt was finished with his 'call' and had said goodnight to Mikael (he always became really sleepy after an orgasm, and was looking forward to a nice, long nap), Kurt dressed and made his way to the kitchen. Or, at least, tried to. He slipped and fell almost immediately after leaving his room, letting out a squeak of pain.
A door opened down the hall, and Blaine came hurrying out of his room, concern furrowing his eyebrows.
"Kurt! Oh my god, are you okay?"
Kurt scrambled to his feet, ignoring the throbbing at the back of his head. He looked away from Blaine, focusing on anything that wasn't him. "I-I'm fine," he said, tugging up his bathrobe where it had slipped down past his shoulder. "I - I think the floor's just wet."
He could sense the sudden change in Blaine's mood, and glanced up to see that the man had gone red to the tips of his ears. Kurt raised a curious eyebrow.
"What's the matter? You're all… red."
"Huh? Oh, I'm fine," Blaine said quickly, turning his attention back to Kurt. "Its just kind of hot in here."
"Isn't the air conditioner on-?"
"That's besides the point!" Blaine cut him off, taking him by the shoulders and steering him into the kitchen. "You and I, Kurt, have got something to talk about."
Kurt gulped. He knew what was coming. The talk. He really didn't want to - there was still wetness between his thighs that needed to be cleaned off, he'd only left to get a glass of juice. But Blaine wouldn't budge.
"Talk? About what?" Kurt asked, acting as oblivious as possible while he propped himself up on the kitchen counter. He crossed his legs, folding his hands in his lap, doing his best to conceal himself. Kurt really hoped that Blaine hadn't known what he was just doing - he could be quite loud, but it wasn't as though he'd known Blaine would be home so early!
Blaine bit his lip, standing across from Kurt, his arms crossed over his chest. His sleeves were rolled up to the elbows, and Kurt took a moment to appreciate his arms. Not that Kurt had a thing for Blaine - at least, he didn't think so. Still, as far as Kurt was concerned, Blaine was off-limits and uninterested. It wasn't worth the heartache.
"About the other day," Blaine explained, and Kurt's stomach filled with dread. Blaine must've seen the look on his face, because he quickly added, "kurt, I'm not mad or anything. I just… I overreacted."
Kurt looked up, ears twitching in surprise. "Really..?"
Blaine slowly nodded. "Really," he replied. He sighed. "I just… I want to make sure that you're safe. I don't want you getting hurt, or thinking that sex is the only thing you're good for."
Kurt nodded quickly. "Blaine, I know all that." He reached out, making a grabbing motion with his hands, and Blaine moved closer. Kurt patted his cheeks. "I am safe. I use protection every time."
Blaine sighed softly, leaning forward and resting his chin on top of Kurt's head. Kurt's face was suddenly buried in Blaine's bare neck, still damp from the rain outside, and he felt the strong arms he'd been admiring earlier slide around his waist. It was platonic, almost brotherly, and Kurt melted into the touch.
"Just… be careful, okay?" Blaine mumbled, face buried in Kurt's hair. Kurt nodded.
"I will," he replied, nuzzling Blaine's neck. His nose must've been cold, because moments later goosebumps appeared over Blaine's skin.
Moments passed and Blaine pulled away, brushing off his shirt.
"Okay," he said, resting his firm hands on his hips. "How about we watch a movie?"
Kurt's ears went straight up. "The Corpse Bride?"
A smile broke across Blaine's face. "Sure," he replied, walking into the living room. "But get dressed first, little one."
Kurt caught himself blushing. He hopped down onto the floor, turning to watch Blaine go. He bit his lip and, for a moment, let his eyes wander.
He broke out of the butt-induced trance, and hurried off to his room.