fic: stay with me just a little longer
title: stay with me just a little longer
pairing: klaine
word count: 1000+
summary: Blaine has a new fetish. Kurt is intruiged.
a/n: so basically I was sitting at the shops and there was a cotton on body shop right across from me. -cue fantasy.- get back to hotel room, frantically write down. get back home and type up, send to beta and here we are.
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As the first rumbles of a storm brewed outside, Blaine tapped his pen against his leather bound notebook impatiently, his dark brow screwed up in concentration. He was writing a paper on Tennyson and was currently agonising over his tense shifts, something his teacher had picked him up on a few times in the past. He was slaving over the conclusion when a light tap sounded at the window, pulling him from his thoughts.
Wary, he carefully tip toed across the carpet, peeking over the window sill, a surprised grin melting over his features as he caught a pair of startling glasz eyes through the glass.
“Kurt!” he exclaimed, pulling open the window in a hurry. Kurt climbed through with his trademark grace, not even wrinkling his skin tight jeans with the effort. “What are you-?”
“Shhh,” Kurt hushed him immediately, winding his arms around his waist. “I’ve barely been able to see you all week so I snuck out,” he explained. “Surprise?” His brilliant eyes twinkled mischievously and Blaine’s heart beated just a little faster.
He was so in love with this boy.
“It’s so good to see you,” Blaine murmured, burying his face in the crook of Kurt’s neck, inhaling his comforting scent eagerly.
Kurt smiled against his hair, petting his back softly. “I’ve missed you…” he whispered, rubbing a little more insistently at the thick cotton of Blaine’s sweater. “Hmmm…” he hummed appreciatively, “this is new.” Blaine tensed a little as Kurt took a step back, his eyes widening as he appraised him. “Well… that’s new, too.”
Blush tainted Blaine’s cheeks as he realised what Kurt was looking at. He twisted his legs shyly, squirming under Kurt’s attentive stare.
“Yeah,” Blaine whispered, unsure of what else to stay, torn between the urge to hurriedly explain himself and to leap face first out of the window. But Kurt stepped forward and Blaine realised he didn’t need to do either. Kurt looked…
Interested.
A slow smile crept up on Kurt’s lips and his eyes were dark as he leaned closer, his warm breath washing sweetly over Blaine’s exposed collarbone.
“I like them,” Kurt whispered.
A shot of relief ran through Blaine accompanied by a spark of arousal. It had been a stupid spell of curiosity that had brought on this whole thing. Really, his older sister shouldn’t heave left her unopened bunch of black boy shorts lying around anyway. Blaine had just wanted to… try. That was what being a teenager was all about, right? Discovering yourself, learning your body.
And sure, when Blaine found out he had a penchant for wearing women’s underwear he had been a little freaked out at first. But there were some aspects of his body that he just had no control over. And he had grown to accept it.
And thankfully, Kurt’s eyes told him that he understood and his lips (his perfect, soft, peach stained, kissable lips) told him that he welcomed it even.
It was more than Blaine had even hoped for.
“So I say we have a little while before they notice I’m gone,” Kurt said, his voice reduced to a dark and husky haze. “Why don’t we make use of it?”
Blaine couldn’t answer, his throat suddenly very dry as Kurt’s arms wrapped themselves around him once more, his hands coming to rest on his ass and kneading lightly.
Kurt let out a soft moan.“Mmm…” he murmured, “I really like your pants.”
“Kurt,” Blaine groaned, throwing himself at him so he stumbled, the back of his knees hitting the mattress. Kurt fell neatly against the soft sheets, scrambling back up against the pillows, shoving Blaine’s notebook to the floor. If Blaine was a little more coherent he might mourn the state of his probably crumpled papers but right now he didn’t care, crawling frantically back up after him, climbing straight into his lap.
Kurt kissed him deeply, sitting up so he could press Blaine back into the mattress. Breaking the kiss, he slid down his body to mouth at his aching cock through the soft black cotton. He nosed up his length and placed a kiss at the tip, his hands firm on Blaine’s trembling hips.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered against his skin, kissing up under the hem of Blaine’s oversized sweater. He inched up the contours of his torso, mouthing messily at the soft skin of his stomach before tracing his tongue across the lines of his abdominals. He caught Blaine’s nipples between his teeth, sucking insistently as his hands gripped tightly at his ass. Under him, Blaine was a writhing mess, panting and moaning, slivers of Kurt’s name and various obscenities slipping from his bruised lips.
“Oh, oh…”
“Shhh, baby,” Kurt whispered, the vibrations against Blaine’s sensitive skin making him shudder,“you don’t want your parents to catch us, do you?”
Blaine shook his head frantically.
“That’s right,” Kurt growled possessively, “only I get to see you like this…”
Kurt ducked his head under Blaine’s sweater, pulling him against him once more, kneading his ass desperately and kissing him deep and needy.
“Fuck, Blaine,” Kurt hissed, “your ass oh…” he moaned as Blaine rolled his hips messily, grinding back on Kurt’s hands. “You’re so beautiful. Please…”
Melting under Kurt’s touch, Blaine let him push him onto his stomach. He let out a long groan as Kurt straddled his thighs and he felt him hard, pressed against him.
“I love your ass,” Kurt whispered, his hands sliding under the fabric of his shorts, pulling his cheeks apart. Blaine mewled under his attentive touch, a distressed moan leaving his lips as Kurt kissed his ass gently before smacking a hand hard against it. His moan fell under a howl of pain and pleasure, thankfully muffled by the pillow crushed under him.
“You like that, baby?” Kurt whispered in Blaine’s ear, dark and seductive. He whacked down again before Blaine could even nod and Blaine shrieked into his pillow.
“Please, daddy!”
Kurt rocked his hips down against his thighs, leaning down to press his lips against his ass. expecting another tender kiss, Blaine cried out sharply as Kurt bit down, his teeth sinking through the cotton and denting his skin.
With that, Blaine came hard, sobbing into his pillow. It was too much…
Kurt stilled his rocking above him, stroking his hair soothingly and whispering words of praise.
“You did so good, baby. You’re so perfect my love…”
When it was over Kurt gently climbed off him and laid on the bed beside him. Blaine rolled over, capturing his lips in a chaste kiss.
“Thank you,” Blaine whispered reverently and Kurt stroked his cheek softly.
“I think I’m going to have to buy you some new shorts, sweetheart.”
pairing: klaine
word count: 1000+
summary: Blaine has a new fetish. Kurt is intruiged.
a/n: so basically I was sitting at the shops and there was a cotton on body shop right across from me. -cue fantasy.- get back to hotel room, frantically write down. get back home and type up, send to beta and here we are.
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As the first rumbles of a storm brewed outside, Blaine tapped his pen against his leather bound notebook impatiently, his dark brow screwed up in concentration. He was writing a paper on Tennyson and was currently agonising over his tense shifts, something his teacher had picked him up on a few times in the past. He was slaving over the conclusion when a light tap sounded at the window, pulling him from his thoughts.
Wary, he carefully tip toed across the carpet, peeking over the window sill, a surprised grin melting over his features as he caught a pair of startling glasz eyes through the glass.
“Kurt!” he exclaimed, pulling open the window in a hurry. Kurt climbed through with his trademark grace, not even wrinkling his skin tight jeans with the effort. “What are you-?”
“Shhh,” Kurt hushed him immediately, winding his arms around his waist. “I’ve barely been able to see you all week so I snuck out,” he explained. “Surprise?” His brilliant eyes twinkled mischievously and Blaine’s heart beated just a little faster.
He was so in love with this boy.
“It’s so good to see you,” Blaine murmured, burying his face in the crook of Kurt’s neck, inhaling his comforting scent eagerly.
Kurt smiled against his hair, petting his back softly. “I’ve missed you…” he whispered, rubbing a little more insistently at the thick cotton of Blaine’s sweater. “Hmmm…” he hummed appreciatively, “this is new.” Blaine tensed a little as Kurt took a step back, his eyes widening as he appraised him. “Well… that’s new, too.”
Blush tainted Blaine’s cheeks as he realised what Kurt was looking at. He twisted his legs shyly, squirming under Kurt’s attentive stare.
“Yeah,” Blaine whispered, unsure of what else to stay, torn between the urge to hurriedly explain himself and to leap face first out of the window. But Kurt stepped forward and Blaine realised he didn’t need to do either. Kurt looked…
Interested.
A slow smile crept up on Kurt’s lips and his eyes were dark as he leaned closer, his warm breath washing sweetly over Blaine’s exposed collarbone.
“I like them,” Kurt whispered.
A shot of relief ran through Blaine accompanied by a spark of arousal. It had been a stupid spell of curiosity that had brought on this whole thing. Really, his older sister shouldn’t heave left her unopened bunch of black boy shorts lying around anyway. Blaine had just wanted to… try. That was what being a teenager was all about, right? Discovering yourself, learning your body.
And sure, when Blaine found out he had a penchant for wearing women’s underwear he had been a little freaked out at first. But there were some aspects of his body that he just had no control over. And he had grown to accept it.
And thankfully, Kurt’s eyes told him that he understood and his lips (his perfect, soft, peach stained, kissable lips) told him that he welcomed it even.
It was more than Blaine had even hoped for.
“So I say we have a little while before they notice I’m gone,” Kurt said, his voice reduced to a dark and husky haze. “Why don’t we make use of it?”
Blaine couldn’t answer, his throat suddenly very dry as Kurt’s arms wrapped themselves around him once more, his hands coming to rest on his ass and kneading lightly.
Kurt let out a soft moan.“Mmm…” he murmured, “I really like your pants.”
“Kurt,” Blaine groaned, throwing himself at him so he stumbled, the back of his knees hitting the mattress. Kurt fell neatly against the soft sheets, scrambling back up against the pillows, shoving Blaine’s notebook to the floor. If Blaine was a little more coherent he might mourn the state of his probably crumpled papers but right now he didn’t care, crawling frantically back up after him, climbing straight into his lap.
Kurt kissed him deeply, sitting up so he could press Blaine back into the mattress. Breaking the kiss, he slid down his body to mouth at his aching cock through the soft black cotton. He nosed up his length and placed a kiss at the tip, his hands firm on Blaine’s trembling hips.
“I’ve got you,” he whispered against his skin, kissing up under the hem of Blaine’s oversized sweater. He inched up the contours of his torso, mouthing messily at the soft skin of his stomach before tracing his tongue across the lines of his abdominals. He caught Blaine’s nipples between his teeth, sucking insistently as his hands gripped tightly at his ass. Under him, Blaine was a writhing mess, panting and moaning, slivers of Kurt’s name and various obscenities slipping from his bruised lips.
“Oh, oh…”
“Shhh, baby,” Kurt whispered, the vibrations against Blaine’s sensitive skin making him shudder,“you don’t want your parents to catch us, do you?”
Blaine shook his head frantically.
“That’s right,” Kurt growled possessively, “only I get to see you like this…”
Kurt ducked his head under Blaine’s sweater, pulling him against him once more, kneading his ass desperately and kissing him deep and needy.
“Fuck, Blaine,” Kurt hissed, “your ass oh…” he moaned as Blaine rolled his hips messily, grinding back on Kurt’s hands. “You’re so beautiful. Please…”
Melting under Kurt’s touch, Blaine let him push him onto his stomach. He let out a long groan as Kurt straddled his thighs and he felt him hard, pressed against him.
“I love your ass,” Kurt whispered, his hands sliding under the fabric of his shorts, pulling his cheeks apart. Blaine mewled under his attentive touch, a distressed moan leaving his lips as Kurt kissed his ass gently before smacking a hand hard against it. His moan fell under a howl of pain and pleasure, thankfully muffled by the pillow crushed under him.
“You like that, baby?” Kurt whispered in Blaine’s ear, dark and seductive. He whacked down again before Blaine could even nod and Blaine shrieked into his pillow.
“Please, daddy!”
Kurt rocked his hips down against his thighs, leaning down to press his lips against his ass. expecting another tender kiss, Blaine cried out sharply as Kurt bit down, his teeth sinking through the cotton and denting his skin.
With that, Blaine came hard, sobbing into his pillow. It was too much…
Kurt stilled his rocking above him, stroking his hair soothingly and whispering words of praise.
“You did so good, baby. You’re so perfect my love…”
When it was over Kurt gently climbed off him and laid on the bed beside him. Blaine rolled over, capturing his lips in a chaste kiss.
“Thank you,” Blaine whispered reverently and Kurt stroked his cheek softly.
“I think I’m going to have to buy you some new shorts, sweetheart.”