Fic: Burning Brightly In A Sea Of Stars (1/1)
Title: Burning Brightly In A Sea Of Stars
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Blaine doesn't want to be late for his shift. Kurt doesn't want to let him go just yet. Aka The One Where Kurt and Blaine Have Sex in Space.
Author's Note: I was trying to beat a bad case of writer's block and this is what happened.
This is basically just porn. With feelings. Not much plot to be found. The whole thing is a part of a Klaine Trek AU I'm working on, but you can completely disregard that, if you want, and just read this for the sex.
There will be more parts eventually, and plot too. I have this whole thing pretty much planned out. I don't even know if there are any Star Trek fans among Gleeks, but if not, I'll just enjoy this universe by myself. For this part, however, you don't need to know anything about Trek. This is all about The Boys and their feelings. So, enjoy.
**
“Kurt, my shift starts in twenty minutes,” Blaine tried to complain, but found that it was rather difficult to feel annoyed when being pinned to the bed by his amazing and currently also very naked boyfriend.
“I know,” Kurt replied, lowering his head to kiss that spot on his neck that always, always made Blaine whimper. “Which means I won't get to see you for the next few hours and when you get back, my shift starts.”
“Yes, but...” Blaine broke off when Kurt rolled his hips down, drawing in a sharp breath as his back arched off the bed. “Damn.”
“Still want me to stop?” Kurt whispered, skimming a hand down Blaine's side and over his ribs, down to his thigh. “just say the word and I'll let you go right now.”
Another roll of his hips and Blaine pressed his head back into the pillow, letting out an involuntary moan. “Kurt...”
“Yes?”
He really needed to get out of bed right now. He was already going to be late if he still wanted to shower and have breakfast before starting another eight-hour shift. On the bridge. Where even the captain would notice if he wasn't on time. On the other hand, what Kurt was doing right now did feel incredibly amazing and he'd never missed a minute of his shift before. Because it was his job, he remembered. He had a job to get to. An important one.
“I've only been on this ship for four months - ” he gasped as Kurt's hand moved between his legs, rubbing him through his boxers, making him forget the powers of speech for a moment. “I don't...” he got out eventually, “don't... wanna... be late... for... god, Kurt, fuck,” he gasped as his boyfriend's hand slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear, strong fingers circling around his length in a tight grip, stroking up and down a few times. It was really all the convincing he needed, if he needed any at all. A choice between breakfast and Kurt's hand on his dick? Not really a difficult one.
“Okay,” Blaine gave in. They had so little time to themselves lately, he could let himself have this. Just this once. Even if it meant forgoing his morning cup of coffee. He'd live if he had to go without caffeine this one morning. Oh yeah, there were definitely more important things right now.
Kurt lifted his head, looking down at him. “We'll just have to be really quick,” he said, sounding a little breathless himself, before sitting up to remove Blaine's boxers. “I promise you won't be late.”
Hell, if this was what it took for him to be touching Kurt and having Kurt's hands on his skin, he'd probably be late every day and never drink a single cup of coffee again.
Kurt bent his head and kissed him, long and lingering and so, so sweetly before moving over him again to straddle his hips, their cocks sliding together as he pressed down at just the right angle. “Oh god,” he breathed.
“Yeah,” Blaine agreed. Because this. This was the kind of morning ritual he wanted for the rest of his life. This was why he had taken this assignment; to be close to Kurt again. It had taken them long enough to get back to this point, to find out that they still wanted to be together like this.
Well, Blaine had always known. He had followed Kurt here because deep down, he had always known. And if he was a few minutes late today, it wouldn't matter. No one would remember by the end of the day. Letting this beautiful man go right now, however, that was something he would probably regret until the next time they got a chance like this. Life was busy on board the New Directions.
He was never going to get enough of this, he thought, sliding his hands up Kurt's back, hooking them over his shoulders as Kurt set up a fast rhythm, sliding them together with just the right amount of friction.
It only took him about a minute before even the last remaining thought of such things as duties and shifts and getting out of bed in the morning had been driven clean out of his brain, because Kurt was doing amazing things with his hips and he was letting out these breathy little moans and Blaine knew he wouldn't last, not this time.
Kurt overwhelmed him, always had, always would, and his body was already tensing, his head swimming, his cock aching with want and need and right there and just like that, oh god, oh fuck yes, faster, more, please...
Blaine lifted his head, his hands framing Kurt's face to capture his lips in a dirty kiss. He dug his feet into the mattress so he could push up against Kurt, pressing their bodies even closer together. There wasn't any such thing as close enough; he could never, ever be close enough to this man, to this wonderful, beautiful, talented, sexy man who was all his, who owned his heart and his soul and his body, and what had he ever done to be so lucky?
Even after two months, Kurt's skin against his still sent sparks throughout his body, the feeling of the two of them moving together like this still felt like a dream to him sometimes. The best kind of dream.
Their mouths had to separate for air eventually as Kurt sped up his movements and Blaine pressed his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck, breathing in the scent of soap and sweat and Kurt. His skin felt like it was on fire everywhere Kurt was touching it, his hips started bucking off the bed harder to meet each of Kurt's thrusts and he never wanted it to end because it felt so good, so good...
Usually, they liked taking their time, exploring, mapping each other's skin, building it up slowly until they couldn't take it anymore. This, though, this wasn't going to be like that. This was rough and hard, fast and desperate, and Blaine didn't mind at all, because it was with Kurt, his Kurt, and he just wanted him, he always wanted him, he wanted him so badly it almost hurt and he just had to thrust up harder, hold on tighter, fill up all of his senses with Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, because he was his whole world anyway.
He tightened his grip on Kurt's shoulders, felt Kurt's hot breath against his skin where his face was pressed against Blaine's shoulder, gasping every time the tips of their cocks brushed together until time meant nothing and he couldn't tell whether they had been doing this for seconds or hours. He knew it was going to be over too fast, but couldn't bring himself to care because there would always be a next time and besides, this was heaven. This was sweet, torturous, amazing heaven.
“Kurt,” he moaned, “oh god, Kurt, don't stop, don't ever stop, please, I need you, oh shit I need you so much, oh god...”
Kurt threw his head back, grinding down harder, and Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and felt his mouth drop open as he gasped at the heightened sensation. It was too much, it was not enough, it was everything at once and he felt it building, quickly, too fast, but fuck, so amazing and his toes curled inward as his thighs started shaking and not long now, almost there, oh god yes, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh...
“Blaine,” Kurt breathed, his rhythm faltering as his thrusts became erratic, harder, faster, more, more, always more. “Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine...”
He had always loved the way Kurt said his name, from the day they met at the Academy. With that one syllable Kurt could let him know whether he was pleased, annoyed, sad, happy... but right now, this was the way Blaine wanted to hear it, breathless and desperate and wild.
He was so close, so close, and then Kurt grabbed his hip with one hand to pull them closer together, pressing down at just the right angle. He kept moving against Blaine with uncontrolled, stuttering jerks of his hips, sending spark after spark of blinding heat though his body until it was too much. With a strangled cry, Blaine came hard, his vision going black as white-hot ecstasy exploded from his groin to every corner of his being, his orgasm ripping through him in a tidal wave of pure mind-shattering pleasure that left him breathless and wrecked and shaking.
He felt sated and boneless, whimpering as the most delicious aftershocks shot through him like electric current while Kurt kept up the pace, still moving frantically above him. He finally followed Blaine over the edge with a choked off sob, his come mixing with Blaine's between their bodies before he collapsed onto his boyfriend, burying his face against his neck.
Blaine waited for his breathing to return to normal, not even caring about the mess between their stomachs as he wrapped his arms securely around Kurt. “That was...” he began.
Kurt laughed silently against his shoulder. “I know.”
“I mean, wow.”
“You're always so eloquent after sex.”
“Thanks.”
They just lay there for a while longer, holding on to each other, drifting through the familiar post-orgasm haze, heart rates gradually slowing down again. Blaine didn't want to let go yet - he knew Kurt had been right earlier. They wouldn't see each other again all day and probably not the next night either.
Kurt was the assistant chief engineer aboard the New Directions and Blaine was still the “new guy.” They had busy schedules. So maybe he would be a little late for his shift today. The ship wouldn't drop out of the sky because of that. Right now, holding Kurt, feeling Kurt, kissing Kurt's shoulder because it very conveniently was right there - all of that definitely had to take precedence over his duties as a Starfleet officer.
“Blaine?” Kurt asked after a while.
“Right here.”
“Very funny.” Kurt rolled off him, curling into his side immediately. “You're not on duty the day after tomorrow, right?”
“I don't think so,” Blaine answered.
“Good,” Kurt replied. “Me neither. And we're scheduled to collect vegetation samples from this beautiful class M planet. You know, white sandy beaches, trees, birds...”
“Sounds nice.”
“Maybe I can convince Captain Berry to let us go.”
Blaine frowned. “You mean, on the away team?”
Kurt rolled his eyes, leaning up to give Blaine a peck on the nose. “No, you idiot. On shore leave. A vacation. Just the two of us. Unless you'd rather stay here. Maybe hang out in the Astro Lab.”
Blaine pretended to think about it for a minute, giving in only when Kurt began tickling his sides. “Okay, okay,” he said, slightly out of breath again as soon as he had escaped Kurt's relentless fingers, immediately reaching for him again to press a lingering kiss to his lips. “A vacation. I'd like that.”
“I'll talk to the captain today,” Kurt promised.
“Do you think she'll say yes? I really want to spend more time with you.”
Kurt looked at him, resting a hand right over Blaine's heart. “I want that too. On the other hand, we have all the time in the world now.”
Blaine closed his eyes, resting his forehead against Kurt's. He was right. They did have that. Despite their busy schedules. They were finally together again, holding each other close as their ship was drifting through the endless sea of stars outside the window.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: None
Summary: Blaine doesn't want to be late for his shift. Kurt doesn't want to let him go just yet. Aka The One Where Kurt and Blaine Have Sex in Space.
Author's Note: I was trying to beat a bad case of writer's block and this is what happened.
This is basically just porn. With feelings. Not much plot to be found. The whole thing is a part of a Klaine Trek AU I'm working on, but you can completely disregard that, if you want, and just read this for the sex.
There will be more parts eventually, and plot too. I have this whole thing pretty much planned out. I don't even know if there are any Star Trek fans among Gleeks, but if not, I'll just enjoy this universe by myself. For this part, however, you don't need to know anything about Trek. This is all about The Boys and their feelings. So, enjoy.
**
“Kurt, my shift starts in twenty minutes,” Blaine tried to complain, but found that it was rather difficult to feel annoyed when being pinned to the bed by his amazing and currently also very naked boyfriend.
“I know,” Kurt replied, lowering his head to kiss that spot on his neck that always, always made Blaine whimper. “Which means I won't get to see you for the next few hours and when you get back, my shift starts.”
“Yes, but...” Blaine broke off when Kurt rolled his hips down, drawing in a sharp breath as his back arched off the bed. “Damn.”
“Still want me to stop?” Kurt whispered, skimming a hand down Blaine's side and over his ribs, down to his thigh. “just say the word and I'll let you go right now.”
Another roll of his hips and Blaine pressed his head back into the pillow, letting out an involuntary moan. “Kurt...”
“Yes?”
He really needed to get out of bed right now. He was already going to be late if he still wanted to shower and have breakfast before starting another eight-hour shift. On the bridge. Where even the captain would notice if he wasn't on time. On the other hand, what Kurt was doing right now did feel incredibly amazing and he'd never missed a minute of his shift before. Because it was his job, he remembered. He had a job to get to. An important one.
“I've only been on this ship for four months - ” he gasped as Kurt's hand moved between his legs, rubbing him through his boxers, making him forget the powers of speech for a moment. “I don't...” he got out eventually, “don't... wanna... be late... for... god, Kurt, fuck,” he gasped as his boyfriend's hand slipped beneath the waistband of his underwear, strong fingers circling around his length in a tight grip, stroking up and down a few times. It was really all the convincing he needed, if he needed any at all. A choice between breakfast and Kurt's hand on his dick? Not really a difficult one.
“Okay,” Blaine gave in. They had so little time to themselves lately, he could let himself have this. Just this once. Even if it meant forgoing his morning cup of coffee. He'd live if he had to go without caffeine this one morning. Oh yeah, there were definitely more important things right now.
Kurt lifted his head, looking down at him. “We'll just have to be really quick,” he said, sounding a little breathless himself, before sitting up to remove Blaine's boxers. “I promise you won't be late.”
Hell, if this was what it took for him to be touching Kurt and having Kurt's hands on his skin, he'd probably be late every day and never drink a single cup of coffee again.
Kurt bent his head and kissed him, long and lingering and so, so sweetly before moving over him again to straddle his hips, their cocks sliding together as he pressed down at just the right angle. “Oh god,” he breathed.
“Yeah,” Blaine agreed. Because this. This was the kind of morning ritual he wanted for the rest of his life. This was why he had taken this assignment; to be close to Kurt again. It had taken them long enough to get back to this point, to find out that they still wanted to be together like this.
Well, Blaine had always known. He had followed Kurt here because deep down, he had always known. And if he was a few minutes late today, it wouldn't matter. No one would remember by the end of the day. Letting this beautiful man go right now, however, that was something he would probably regret until the next time they got a chance like this. Life was busy on board the New Directions.
He was never going to get enough of this, he thought, sliding his hands up Kurt's back, hooking them over his shoulders as Kurt set up a fast rhythm, sliding them together with just the right amount of friction.
It only took him about a minute before even the last remaining thought of such things as duties and shifts and getting out of bed in the morning had been driven clean out of his brain, because Kurt was doing amazing things with his hips and he was letting out these breathy little moans and Blaine knew he wouldn't last, not this time.
Kurt overwhelmed him, always had, always would, and his body was already tensing, his head swimming, his cock aching with want and need and right there and just like that, oh god, oh fuck yes, faster, more, please...
Blaine lifted his head, his hands framing Kurt's face to capture his lips in a dirty kiss. He dug his feet into the mattress so he could push up against Kurt, pressing their bodies even closer together. There wasn't any such thing as close enough; he could never, ever be close enough to this man, to this wonderful, beautiful, talented, sexy man who was all his, who owned his heart and his soul and his body, and what had he ever done to be so lucky?
Even after two months, Kurt's skin against his still sent sparks throughout his body, the feeling of the two of them moving together like this still felt like a dream to him sometimes. The best kind of dream.
Their mouths had to separate for air eventually as Kurt sped up his movements and Blaine pressed his face into the crook of his boyfriend's neck, breathing in the scent of soap and sweat and Kurt. His skin felt like it was on fire everywhere Kurt was touching it, his hips started bucking off the bed harder to meet each of Kurt's thrusts and he never wanted it to end because it felt so good, so good...
Usually, they liked taking their time, exploring, mapping each other's skin, building it up slowly until they couldn't take it anymore. This, though, this wasn't going to be like that. This was rough and hard, fast and desperate, and Blaine didn't mind at all, because it was with Kurt, his Kurt, and he just wanted him, he always wanted him, he wanted him so badly it almost hurt and he just had to thrust up harder, hold on tighter, fill up all of his senses with Kurt, Kurt, Kurt, because he was his whole world anyway.
He tightened his grip on Kurt's shoulders, felt Kurt's hot breath against his skin where his face was pressed against Blaine's shoulder, gasping every time the tips of their cocks brushed together until time meant nothing and he couldn't tell whether they had been doing this for seconds or hours. He knew it was going to be over too fast, but couldn't bring himself to care because there would always be a next time and besides, this was heaven. This was sweet, torturous, amazing heaven.
“Kurt,” he moaned, “oh god, Kurt, don't stop, don't ever stop, please, I need you, oh shit I need you so much, oh god...”
Kurt threw his head back, grinding down harder, and Blaine squeezed his eyes shut and felt his mouth drop open as he gasped at the heightened sensation. It was too much, it was not enough, it was everything at once and he felt it building, quickly, too fast, but fuck, so amazing and his toes curled inward as his thighs started shaking and not long now, almost there, oh god yes, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh...
“Blaine,” Kurt breathed, his rhythm faltering as his thrusts became erratic, harder, faster, more, more, always more. “Blaine, Blaine, Blaine, Blaine...”
He had always loved the way Kurt said his name, from the day they met at the Academy. With that one syllable Kurt could let him know whether he was pleased, annoyed, sad, happy... but right now, this was the way Blaine wanted to hear it, breathless and desperate and wild.
He was so close, so close, and then Kurt grabbed his hip with one hand to pull them closer together, pressing down at just the right angle. He kept moving against Blaine with uncontrolled, stuttering jerks of his hips, sending spark after spark of blinding heat though his body until it was too much. With a strangled cry, Blaine came hard, his vision going black as white-hot ecstasy exploded from his groin to every corner of his being, his orgasm ripping through him in a tidal wave of pure mind-shattering pleasure that left him breathless and wrecked and shaking.
He felt sated and boneless, whimpering as the most delicious aftershocks shot through him like electric current while Kurt kept up the pace, still moving frantically above him. He finally followed Blaine over the edge with a choked off sob, his come mixing with Blaine's between their bodies before he collapsed onto his boyfriend, burying his face against his neck.
Blaine waited for his breathing to return to normal, not even caring about the mess between their stomachs as he wrapped his arms securely around Kurt. “That was...” he began.
Kurt laughed silently against his shoulder. “I know.”
“I mean, wow.”
“You're always so eloquent after sex.”
“Thanks.”
They just lay there for a while longer, holding on to each other, drifting through the familiar post-orgasm haze, heart rates gradually slowing down again. Blaine didn't want to let go yet - he knew Kurt had been right earlier. They wouldn't see each other again all day and probably not the next night either.
Kurt was the assistant chief engineer aboard the New Directions and Blaine was still the “new guy.” They had busy schedules. So maybe he would be a little late for his shift today. The ship wouldn't drop out of the sky because of that. Right now, holding Kurt, feeling Kurt, kissing Kurt's shoulder because it very conveniently was right there - all of that definitely had to take precedence over his duties as a Starfleet officer.
“Blaine?” Kurt asked after a while.
“Right here.”
“Very funny.” Kurt rolled off him, curling into his side immediately. “You're not on duty the day after tomorrow, right?”
“I don't think so,” Blaine answered.
“Good,” Kurt replied. “Me neither. And we're scheduled to collect vegetation samples from this beautiful class M planet. You know, white sandy beaches, trees, birds...”
“Sounds nice.”
“Maybe I can convince Captain Berry to let us go.”
Blaine frowned. “You mean, on the away team?”
Kurt rolled his eyes, leaning up to give Blaine a peck on the nose. “No, you idiot. On shore leave. A vacation. Just the two of us. Unless you'd rather stay here. Maybe hang out in the Astro Lab.”
Blaine pretended to think about it for a minute, giving in only when Kurt began tickling his sides. “Okay, okay,” he said, slightly out of breath again as soon as he had escaped Kurt's relentless fingers, immediately reaching for him again to press a lingering kiss to his lips. “A vacation. I'd like that.”
“I'll talk to the captain today,” Kurt promised.
“Do you think she'll say yes? I really want to spend more time with you.”
Kurt looked at him, resting a hand right over Blaine's heart. “I want that too. On the other hand, we have all the time in the world now.”
Blaine closed his eyes, resting his forehead against Kurt's. He was right. They did have that. Despite their busy schedules. They were finally together again, holding each other close as their ship was drifting through the endless sea of stars outside the window.