fic: sing to me sweetly
title: sing to me sweetly
pairing: klaine. anderberry
word count: 1600 words
rating: nc-17
summary: when Blaine comes back to see his Dad and Rachel for the holidays he learns that there are some traditions he could get used to.
a/n: I started this drabble on tumblr around Christmas (haha, fancy that :P) and decided to continue it. and this came out. *shrug*
**
Kurt made his way down the hallway of the Anderson/Berry household, thankful that his hosts would be too immersed in their dinner to notice his prolonged absence. He didn’t really get the whole Hanukkah thing and there was only so much festivity he could take in one sitting…
“It gets a bit dreary, doesn’t it?” a husky voice drawled from the top of the stairs, making Kurt whirl around in fright. It was Blaine, Rachel’s half-brother who had come back from college for the holidays. Kurt’s heart stuttered in his chest. He hadn’t met the boy until tonight but his mind was already turning with fantasies. He was gorgeous and intelligent and otherworldly
and too sexy for his own good.
And the way he looked at Kurt sent shivers down his spine.
“A little bit,” Kurt managed, pausing in the middle of the hall.
Blaine slowly moved closer, his eyes dark and full of intent as he drew nearer.
“You know,” he said, his voice low and confidential, breathing in just above a whisper as if it was some kind of secret, only for Kurt’s ears, “you have the most brilliant eyes.” Kurt felt them widening as Blaine stepped into his personal space. “You make coming back for the holidays all the more worth it…”
“Not a fan of the holidays?” Kurt attempted coherency.
Blaine chuckled, low and dark, the warm wash of breath against Kurt’s skin making him shudder delightfully.
“It has its merits,” Blaine allowed. “I’m not Jewish though, so I’m a little bias for Christmas at my mom’s…”
“What’s it like there?” Kurt asked, a little embarrassed at the waver in his voice.
Blaine smirked, moving closer still. “You’d like it,” he said. “There’s good food and company and music… I like Christmas carols.” Kurt bit his lip to prevent the whimper that was fighting his lips from escaping as Blaine began humming, murmuring a few absent lyrics.
Gosh your lips look delicious
And with that, Blaine finally closed the distance between them, his lips finding Kurt’s and kissing him deeply, backing him against the wall and making Kurt gasp out in shock.
Blaine pulled back with a smug grin.
“God, your lips are delicious.”
“Kurt!? Blaine?!” Kurt winced as Rachel’s shrill tones rang up the stairs. “Where are you guys?”
Blaine smirked, pressing his lips close against Kurt’s ear and murmuring, “If you’re interested, pop by my room when Rachel’s gone to bed. She sleeps like a log.” Blaine winked as he pulled back, disappearing down the stairs, calling his name, the stain of his lips imprinted against Kurt’s still shivering skin, the light hum of that old tune still dancing around the air.
Maybe coming tonight wasn’t such a bad idea after all…
**
Kurt could feel himself on edge for the rest of the evening. Once he had calmed his breathing he went back down to dinner and joined in the eating and conversation with everyone, trying as hard as he could to avoid glancing over at Blaine’s direction.
He slipped up once, though, when Blaine let out a particularly loud and cheerful laugh and Kurt glanced up almost subconsciously and for a moment he was unable to look away. His eyes were bright and shining in the light, his neck tossed back as he laughed heartily, the muscles in his neck straining with the effort, his smile radiant and the musical sound spilling from those perfect lips that just an hour before had been caressing Kurt’s and offering a promise of more, was contagious.
Pulling himself back to reality, he turned back to Rachel, struggling to re-immerse himself in the lost conversation once more.
But eventually, the hours slipped by and dinner ended, and then dessert ended and Kurt was still able to avoid Blaine. And then as the party slowly dissolved Rachel finally dragged Kurt up to her room and he caught Blaine’s eye on the stairs, his heart hammering wildly in his chest as he recalled what previous events had partaken there. He wondered if Blaine had thought it too for when Rachel turned (after shooting him a patronising glare) he smirked and winked (Kurt did not blush, he did not).
Thankfully, they were both tired and agreed to just put in a movie. Rachel fell asleep before they even got to Fantine’s Arrest but Kurt was too excited to sleep, his nerves buzzing under his skin like a restless hummingbird, sending sparks of anticipation up his spine. When he was sure Rachel wasn’t waking up anytime soon (her jackhammer like snores were a classic indication), Kurt silently slipped away, treating carefully down the hall, on tip toe as he edged towards Blaine’s room.
His breath hitched when he saw the door was left open just a crack.
He peeped through the sliver of space hesitantly; his breath hitching as he caught sight of Blaine’s bare back as he fixed a few books on his case. The muscles under his tanned skin (stained by the sun after many months studying in California) moved lithely as he reached, the arch of his feet straining as he tried to reach the top shelf. Kurt stifled a smile, thinking how adorable it was that Blaine had been the unfortunate (for him) recipient of the Berry vertically challenged gene.
“Want a hand?” Kurt called through the door. Blaine took his time, putting the book down on the desk beside him before turning around to face him, his grin wide across his handsome face.
“That depends what you’re offering,” he returned smoothly and Kurt felt a jolt of excitement twist in his stomach.
“That depends what you want.”
Kurt grinned back, thrilled at his own boldness and Blaine quirked an eyebrow playfully. Kurt closed the door gently behind him and moved further into the room, keeping his eyes trained on Blaine’s. As he stood just a foot apart from him, Blaine parted his lips, a small musical tune falling from his lips.
All I want for Christmas is you…
“You know,” Kurt smiled coyly, “you don’t have to sing Christmas carols to get me to kiss you.”
“Oh?” Blaine challenged, raising an eyebrow.
“No,” Kurt whispered, leaning closer, “you just have to do,” he caressed his jaw carefully, his eyes wide and asking, giving Blaine a chance to move away, “this.”
And with that he pressed their lips together softly. Blaine hummed happily at the touch and wound his fingers through Kurt’s hair in a way that made Kurt gasp in pleasure. His other hand snaked to cradle his hip bone a spark of excitement waved through him as they moved closer, their lips moving together insistently. Kurt angled his head slightly, depending the kiss as
Blaine’s tongue worked to pry his lips apart.
Kurt couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped his throat as Blaine worked his tongue over his, his hand on his hip running up his side, sliding under his shirt to caress his skin. Blaine smiled against his lips, his fingers curling around his waist, guiding him slowly as he moved back, falling back against the bed and bringing Kurt with him. Blaine pulled away for a moment, shuffling up against the pillows, but Kurt was right beside him, crawling up and over his body before straddling his hips, feeling awfully powerful as Blaine let out an unabashed moan at the contact.
Rather enlightened, Kurt rolled his hips down experimentally and couldn’t help but smirk again as Blaine let out a loud groan, Kurt’s name spilling out his lips desperately.
“What can I do for you?” Kurt offered, leaning down to mouth at his neck. Blaine bucked his hips up to meet Kurt’s and grabbed at his hips possessively.
“That’s good,” he moaned, “so good, Kurt.” Kurt nipped at the skin of his neck and Blaine yelped, trembling beneath him as Kurt’s tongue ran soothingly over the same spot.
Blaine's hands tugged posessively and a little whine escaped his lips as Kurt pulled back, but that whine melted under a loud moan as Kurt lifted the shirt over his head in one swift movement.
“Fuck, Kurt,” Blaine whispered, his eyes widening hungrily as he took in Kurt’s pale chest, smooth and flat, but a bit less defined then he thought. But as Blaine ran his hands across the lines of his body reverently, for the first time Kurt felt truly beautiful.
Intoxicated on the feeling, he let Blaine take control for a moment, allowed him to touch him, learn him, feel him under his hands and tongue, lining his skin with lines of bites and stolen touches, pressing him back into the sheets and moving their bodies together wickedly. Their hips moved together messily, their movements unpractised and frantic, the heat between them building.
Kurt buried his head into Blaine’s shoulder as he came, trying to muffle his scream, Blaine’s name spilling from his lips. Blaine soothed him through it, kissing his hair comfortingly as he collapsed against his chest.
“Here,” Kurt whispered when he realised Blaine wasn’t done. Blaine let out a choked moan as Kurt dipped his hands inside his boxers, taking him in his hand carefully, kind of unsure of what he was doing.
It must have been right because Blaine bucked his hips into his hand, grabbing his face in his hands and kissing him desperately before coming hard against his hips.
Kurt pulled his hand back hesitantly, the feel of come thick and messy between his fingertips.
Suddenly compelled, he carefully raised his hand to his lips, licking it off.
He glanced down at Blaine quickly, flushing when he realised what he had done, but Blaine’s eyes were wide and lust filled and he attacked his lips hungrily.
“I am never not coming home for the holidays again,” he growled.
“Even if it means missing your Christmas carols?” Kurt teased, unable to resist. Blaine pulled away, raising an eyebrow suggestively at him, his eyes raking up and down his body appreciatively, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me.”
pairing: klaine. anderberry
word count: 1600 words
rating: nc-17
summary: when Blaine comes back to see his Dad and Rachel for the holidays he learns that there are some traditions he could get used to.
a/n: I started this drabble on tumblr around Christmas (haha, fancy that :P) and decided to continue it. and this came out. *shrug*
**
Kurt made his way down the hallway of the Anderson/Berry household, thankful that his hosts would be too immersed in their dinner to notice his prolonged absence. He didn’t really get the whole Hanukkah thing and there was only so much festivity he could take in one sitting…
“It gets a bit dreary, doesn’t it?” a husky voice drawled from the top of the stairs, making Kurt whirl around in fright. It was Blaine, Rachel’s half-brother who had come back from college for the holidays. Kurt’s heart stuttered in his chest. He hadn’t met the boy until tonight but his mind was already turning with fantasies. He was gorgeous and intelligent and otherworldly
and too sexy for his own good.
And the way he looked at Kurt sent shivers down his spine.
“A little bit,” Kurt managed, pausing in the middle of the hall.
Blaine slowly moved closer, his eyes dark and full of intent as he drew nearer.
“You know,” he said, his voice low and confidential, breathing in just above a whisper as if it was some kind of secret, only for Kurt’s ears, “you have the most brilliant eyes.” Kurt felt them widening as Blaine stepped into his personal space. “You make coming back for the holidays all the more worth it…”
“Not a fan of the holidays?” Kurt attempted coherency.
Blaine chuckled, low and dark, the warm wash of breath against Kurt’s skin making him shudder delightfully.
“It has its merits,” Blaine allowed. “I’m not Jewish though, so I’m a little bias for Christmas at my mom’s…”
“What’s it like there?” Kurt asked, a little embarrassed at the waver in his voice.
Blaine smirked, moving closer still. “You’d like it,” he said. “There’s good food and company and music… I like Christmas carols.” Kurt bit his lip to prevent the whimper that was fighting his lips from escaping as Blaine began humming, murmuring a few absent lyrics.
Gosh your lips look delicious
And with that, Blaine finally closed the distance between them, his lips finding Kurt’s and kissing him deeply, backing him against the wall and making Kurt gasp out in shock.
Blaine pulled back with a smug grin.
“God, your lips are delicious.”
“Kurt!? Blaine?!” Kurt winced as Rachel’s shrill tones rang up the stairs. “Where are you guys?”
Blaine smirked, pressing his lips close against Kurt’s ear and murmuring, “If you’re interested, pop by my room when Rachel’s gone to bed. She sleeps like a log.” Blaine winked as he pulled back, disappearing down the stairs, calling his name, the stain of his lips imprinted against Kurt’s still shivering skin, the light hum of that old tune still dancing around the air.
Maybe coming tonight wasn’t such a bad idea after all…
**
Kurt could feel himself on edge for the rest of the evening. Once he had calmed his breathing he went back down to dinner and joined in the eating and conversation with everyone, trying as hard as he could to avoid glancing over at Blaine’s direction.
He slipped up once, though, when Blaine let out a particularly loud and cheerful laugh and Kurt glanced up almost subconsciously and for a moment he was unable to look away. His eyes were bright and shining in the light, his neck tossed back as he laughed heartily, the muscles in his neck straining with the effort, his smile radiant and the musical sound spilling from those perfect lips that just an hour before had been caressing Kurt’s and offering a promise of more, was contagious.
Pulling himself back to reality, he turned back to Rachel, struggling to re-immerse himself in the lost conversation once more.
But eventually, the hours slipped by and dinner ended, and then dessert ended and Kurt was still able to avoid Blaine. And then as the party slowly dissolved Rachel finally dragged Kurt up to her room and he caught Blaine’s eye on the stairs, his heart hammering wildly in his chest as he recalled what previous events had partaken there. He wondered if Blaine had thought it too for when Rachel turned (after shooting him a patronising glare) he smirked and winked (Kurt did not blush, he did not).
Thankfully, they were both tired and agreed to just put in a movie. Rachel fell asleep before they even got to Fantine’s Arrest but Kurt was too excited to sleep, his nerves buzzing under his skin like a restless hummingbird, sending sparks of anticipation up his spine. When he was sure Rachel wasn’t waking up anytime soon (her jackhammer like snores were a classic indication), Kurt silently slipped away, treating carefully down the hall, on tip toe as he edged towards Blaine’s room.
His breath hitched when he saw the door was left open just a crack.
He peeped through the sliver of space hesitantly; his breath hitching as he caught sight of Blaine’s bare back as he fixed a few books on his case. The muscles under his tanned skin (stained by the sun after many months studying in California) moved lithely as he reached, the arch of his feet straining as he tried to reach the top shelf. Kurt stifled a smile, thinking how adorable it was that Blaine had been the unfortunate (for him) recipient of the Berry vertically challenged gene.
“Want a hand?” Kurt called through the door. Blaine took his time, putting the book down on the desk beside him before turning around to face him, his grin wide across his handsome face.
“That depends what you’re offering,” he returned smoothly and Kurt felt a jolt of excitement twist in his stomach.
“That depends what you want.”
Kurt grinned back, thrilled at his own boldness and Blaine quirked an eyebrow playfully. Kurt closed the door gently behind him and moved further into the room, keeping his eyes trained on Blaine’s. As he stood just a foot apart from him, Blaine parted his lips, a small musical tune falling from his lips.
All I want for Christmas is you…
“You know,” Kurt smiled coyly, “you don’t have to sing Christmas carols to get me to kiss you.”
“Oh?” Blaine challenged, raising an eyebrow.
“No,” Kurt whispered, leaning closer, “you just have to do,” he caressed his jaw carefully, his eyes wide and asking, giving Blaine a chance to move away, “this.”
And with that he pressed their lips together softly. Blaine hummed happily at the touch and wound his fingers through Kurt’s hair in a way that made Kurt gasp in pleasure. His other hand snaked to cradle his hip bone a spark of excitement waved through him as they moved closer, their lips moving together insistently. Kurt angled his head slightly, depending the kiss as
Blaine’s tongue worked to pry his lips apart.
Kurt couldn’t help the small whimper that escaped his throat as Blaine worked his tongue over his, his hand on his hip running up his side, sliding under his shirt to caress his skin. Blaine smiled against his lips, his fingers curling around his waist, guiding him slowly as he moved back, falling back against the bed and bringing Kurt with him. Blaine pulled away for a moment, shuffling up against the pillows, but Kurt was right beside him, crawling up and over his body before straddling his hips, feeling awfully powerful as Blaine let out an unabashed moan at the contact.
Rather enlightened, Kurt rolled his hips down experimentally and couldn’t help but smirk again as Blaine let out a loud groan, Kurt’s name spilling out his lips desperately.
“What can I do for you?” Kurt offered, leaning down to mouth at his neck. Blaine bucked his hips up to meet Kurt’s and grabbed at his hips possessively.
“That’s good,” he moaned, “so good, Kurt.” Kurt nipped at the skin of his neck and Blaine yelped, trembling beneath him as Kurt’s tongue ran soothingly over the same spot.
Blaine's hands tugged posessively and a little whine escaped his lips as Kurt pulled back, but that whine melted under a loud moan as Kurt lifted the shirt over his head in one swift movement.
“Fuck, Kurt,” Blaine whispered, his eyes widening hungrily as he took in Kurt’s pale chest, smooth and flat, but a bit less defined then he thought. But as Blaine ran his hands across the lines of his body reverently, for the first time Kurt felt truly beautiful.
Intoxicated on the feeling, he let Blaine take control for a moment, allowed him to touch him, learn him, feel him under his hands and tongue, lining his skin with lines of bites and stolen touches, pressing him back into the sheets and moving their bodies together wickedly. Their hips moved together messily, their movements unpractised and frantic, the heat between them building.
Kurt buried his head into Blaine’s shoulder as he came, trying to muffle his scream, Blaine’s name spilling from his lips. Blaine soothed him through it, kissing his hair comfortingly as he collapsed against his chest.
“Here,” Kurt whispered when he realised Blaine wasn’t done. Blaine let out a choked moan as Kurt dipped his hands inside his boxers, taking him in his hand carefully, kind of unsure of what he was doing.
It must have been right because Blaine bucked his hips into his hand, grabbing his face in his hands and kissing him desperately before coming hard against his hips.
Kurt pulled his hand back hesitantly, the feel of come thick and messy between his fingertips.
Suddenly compelled, he carefully raised his hand to his lips, licking it off.
He glanced down at Blaine quickly, flushing when he realised what he had done, but Blaine’s eyes were wide and lust filled and he attacked his lips hungrily.
“I am never not coming home for the holidays again,” he growled.
“Even if it means missing your Christmas carols?” Kurt teased, unable to resist. Blaine pulled away, raising an eyebrow suggestively at him, his eyes raking up and down his body appreciatively, a smirk tugging at his lips.
“I’m sure you’ll find a way to make it up to me.”