Lockers
Lockers
Kurt/Blaine - NC-17
Set directly after the We Found Love number in 3x10. Blaine takes a shower in the locker room after the performance and is met by Kurt while he’s getting dressed.
Rimming, anal sex, public!sex, top!Blaine. Blaine is basically naked the entire fic while Kurt is wearing that lovely swimsuit.
Blaine lifted his face up towards the flow of water, opening his mouth and allowing the warm stream to wash over him. Shaking his head, he spat at the ground and reached forwards for his shampoo bottle. Using both hands, he massaged the liquid into his scalp, allowing what was left of his gel to rinse clean.
He knew he shouldn’t have worn hair gel right before the swimming pool number, but he hadn’t had a chance to get to the barbers this week and his hair was a little more unruly than he liked at the moment when left product-free.
He was glad that the rest of the guys had decided that a few hours in the pool constituted as their weekly showers and set off to Breadstix after towelling off and dressing. It meant that he had the shower block to himself. He had left Kurt with the girls examining Ms Pillsbury’s ring, letting him know that he was going to take a quick shower and that he’d meet him by his car afterwards.
As he hummed the chorus to We Found Love to himself, he ran his fingers through his hair, checking that all of the suds had washed out. Once he was happy, Blaine grabbed the two towels he left outside the block, wrapping one around his waist and using the other to dry his face and hair.
“Oh.”
Blaine lowered the towel from his face to see a red faced Kurt, still in his swimsuit, staring at him. Feeling self-conscious, Blaine glanced down. His towel was wrapped around his hips, but had started to sag slightly, exposing the tuff of hair around his midriff.
“Kurt,” Blaine said, tossing the hand towel on one of the benches by the lockers. He grinned at the other boy, his breath getting caught in his throat as he took Kurt in. His swimsuit was sticking to his body, allowing Blaine to see the outline of his chest and thighs. Blaine noted that Kurt’s nipples were erect, raised against the cold damp fabric of his top. His hair contained no product and was sticking up at every which way and small beads of water were trailing down his face from his wet hair. He looked so natural, so beautiful.
“Your hair, Blaine,” Kurt said in a low voice, licking his lips. His eyes were wide and unblinking as they studied the top of Blaine’s head. Blaine reached up automatically to feel his hair and groaned. He had been hoping that he would have enough time to re-gel his hair back down before he met up with Kurt.
Blaine’s hair was already half dry, with dark curls resting against his forehead and around the nape of his neck. Blaine pursed his lips, making a hmm sound as he blew a shot of air upwards, watching a particularly long curl bounce in his eye line.
“I know, I know,” Blaine said, sighing. “I really need a hair cut.” He reached up and tried to flatten his hair with both hands, but to no avail. Kurt didn’t say anything; he just continued to stare at Blaine, a hungry look in his eyes. He breathed in deeply, raising his head slightly as he stepped towards Blaine.
“No, no,” Kurt said in almost a whisper. He was now standing right in front of him, his eyes boring into Blaine’s own. “I like it,” he added, reaching up to twist his index finger around one of the strands of hair.
Blaine laughed, smiling fondly at Kurt who was staring at Blaine’s hair as though he had never seen it before. As the strand of hair sprung back into place, his lips perked up and he bit his tongue between his teeth. Kurt’s finger trailed along Blaine’s hair line and was then joined by another finger and then another as he ran his hand through his hair.
“This feels weird, I’ve never been able to do this when you’ve had your hair gelled,” Kurt mused aloud. His free hand soon joined his other roaming fingers as he massaged the back of Blaine’s head, earning a small sigh from the other boy.
“Well maybe I should let my hair down more often,” Blaine pondered, his own hands resting on Kurt’s hips. Kurt’s swimsuit stuck to his body in such a way that if he closed his eyes, Blaine could imagine that Kurt was naked in front of him right now. His groin twitched at the thought and he dug his fingers a little harder into Kurt’s hips.
Kurt’s hands dropped to Blaine’s shoulders, his eyes falling to the sudden bulge in Blaine’s towel. A strange wicked expression shot across Kurt’s face as he quickly walked to the door, turning the latch to lock it.
“Kurt, what are you-?” Blaine was cut off as Kurt practically ran back to him, throwing his arms around his neck and kissing him breathlessly. Blaine stumbled slightly in surprise but then moaned softly against Kurt’s lips, tasting chlorine. He didn’t know if it was the prolonged exposure to the water, but Kurt’s lips felt softer, sweeter against his own.
He pulled Kurt closer to him, feeling a shiver go down his spine that had nothing to do with Kurt’s damp swimsuit against his dry bare chest. As the kiss deepened, Kurt gripped Blaine’s arms, pushing him backwards until he felt his back hit the cold metal of the lockers.
Desperate to feel Kurt’s skin against his own, Blaine peeled off Kurt’s swimsuit, discarding both pieces on the floor beside them. Blaine bit his bottom lip, his eyes unshamelessly looking at Kurt’s erection. He reached out and stroked one finger from the tip to the base, grinning as he felt Kurt’s body shutter and his eyes flutter shut from the touch. He reached down, cupping his balls, giving them a quick squeeze before his hand wrapped around Kurt’s cock.
As Blaine began to roughly jerk him off, Kurt’s eyes squeezed tighter, his lips parting as he let out a deep groan. Blaine leaned forwards, planting kisses along Kurt’s jaw line until he reached his pulse spot where he began to suck hard against the skin. The taste of chlorine was stronger here, but it didn’t bother him. What did bother him was that he spent a lot of the We Found Love number half hard, watching Kurt jumping and stretching in the water. His muscular arms that he seldom saw outside of the bedroom on full display in public. And his legs. His legs so strong and so shapely that he had to resist the urge to run his hands down his thighs when they were in the water together.
He had watched a James Bond film with Finn and Sam the other day and when Halle Berry stepped out of the water; both boys had started nudging each other excitedly. Blaine wondered what the big deal was but now he knew.
“I… need…. you,” Kurt gasped, his breathing coming in short spurts as he moved his head to the side to allow Blaine better access to his neck. His eyes were open now and he was gripping Blaine’s hips, his fingers playing with the top of the towel still wrapped firmly around his boyfriend’s waist. “Please,” he pleaded, tugging at the towel and letting out a strangled noise as it fell to the ground, exposing Blaine’s own cock.
Blaine stopped, letting go of Kurt completely as he turned to the locker next to him, opening it with shaking hands and pulling out his bag. From one of the inside pockets Blaine pulled out a little bottle of lube and a condom.
As he turned around he found Kurt facing the lockers, his legs slightly bend and spread in anticipation. Grinning dirtily, Blaine moved behind him, dropping to his knees. He took hold of Kurt’s ass, pulling it open to expose his entrance, pink and willing and waiting. Kurt’s legs were shaking slightly with expectancy. Blaine leaned forwards, placing a tentative lick to Kurt’s hole, earning a small whimper.
He circled the hole with the tip of his tongue a few times before hardening it and pushing in a little. Kurt was letting out broken sobs above him that were going straight to his own cock, which was getting painful from not being touched. Blaine continued this for a few minutes, licking around the hole, pushing his tongue in bit by bit every so often. When Kurt’s legs nearly did buckle Blaine decided that he couldn’t stand it any longer either.
Slicking his fingers with the lube, Blaine first started with one. Pushing his index finger through the ring of muscle was made easier by his earlier work and it wasn’t long before he was pushing in two fingers and then three, moving them in and out at different angles, stretching Kurt out. A few times when he crooked his fingers on the way in Kurt started babbling nonsense and this only made Blaine move back out at a slower pace, teasing him.
“Fuck,” Kurt squeaked out. “Blaine, what are you doing back there? Jesus Christ.” Kurt turned his head to look at Blaine. His pupils were blown and his face scarlet. Blaine couldn’t tell if he was sweating or if his face was wet from drips of water falling out of his hair. Either way, the sight of Kurt looking completely wrecked, ready to break down was enough to bring him to his feet.
As he rolled the condom on himself, Blaine gasped, his cock twitching at the sudden sensation. Kurt spread his legs wider and bent forwards a little more. So willing, so perfect. Blaine took a moment to stare at him before taking position behind him. He took hold of Kurt’s hips and guided himself towards his entrance, testing the strength of the stretch with the head first before slowly pushing himself in.
“Shit,” Blaine swore as he pushed in completely, feeling his balls hit the base of Kurt’s ass. He held the position for a moment, allowing the heat and the tightness of Kurt to engulf him. He swallowed hard and began to move back and forth, picking up speed gradually.
“Harder,” Kurt ordered, his fingers curling against the locker. Blaine obliged, holding onto his hips tighter as he thrust forwards, the only sounds the slapping of skin on skin and the deep breathing of both boys, with the occasional whimper.
“So close,” Blaine murmured against Kurt’s ear. He altered his angle and suddenly Kurt was drinking in air so deeply he looked like he was drowning. Keeping the angle, Blaine thrust faster and with more force, his hand reaching round to take hold of Kurt’s cock. He didn’t even need to move his hand because the thrusts were pushing Kurt’s cock up and against his hand.
As Kurt’s orgasm took over, he let out a high whine, coating Blaine’s hand and the locker in front. It was enough to send Blaine over the edge as he pushed in as deep as he could, stilling himself as he felt Kurt’s ass tighten around him.
Blaine pulled out slowly, feeling Kurt wince. He tied the condom and tossed it in the nearby trash bin. Breathing heavily, Blaine dropped to the ground, his back against the lockers, which felt cool against his warm skin. He stretched one leg out in front of him, the other bend, pulled up to his chest so he could rest one of his arms on his knee. He glanced over at Kurt who was still hunched over.
“And you and Finn had just become friends as well,” Kurt said thoughtfully, throwing Blaine a playful grin. Blaine frowned, feeling as though he had missed the beginning of a story that soon became clear as Kurt nodded his head towards the locker that was painted with Kurt’s come. He read the name label.
Hudson
Blaine could only laugh as Kurt dropped down next to him on the floor, his own laughing echoing around them. Blaine leant forwards, taking Kurt’s cheek in his hand as he kissed his lips briefly. “What do you say we get cleaned up before we tackle Finn’s locker?”
Kurt eyed the shower block, grinning widely and biting down on his bottom lip. “After you, Mr Anderson.”