Kurt/Blaine: This Side (4/12?)
Title: This Side (4/12?)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Word Count: ~4800
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None unless you count ridiculous amounts of Blaine's inner dialogue.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine have been best friends since the day Kurt stopped Blaine on the stairs at Dalton, but never anything more. This is why Blaine is more than a little shocked when Kurt suggests that they lose their virginity to one another before they head off to New York for college.
A/N: I started planning this fic before Season 3 happened, so nothing from Season 3 is canon except that Blaine is at McKinley, but that was my own planning, not RIB's. :P You could say that this is canon up through Sexy. Sorry if you hate WIPs, but a new chapter will be posted every Thursday.
Blaine’s heart was thrumming against his ribs as he sat in the driveway of Kurt’s house. He’d dawdled a bit at school, not because he wanted to but because Kurt had requested it. Apparently Finn was coming home for a few minutes before heading over to Rachel’s. Blaine wasn’t exactly sure why it mattered if Blaine and Finn were at the house at the same time. Blaine hung out over there all the time. Apparently Kurt just didn’t want to arouse any suspicion, but Blaine honestly didn’t think that they had to worry about Finn of all people when it came to that.
But now Finn’s truck was gone with Blaine’s car in its place. All he had to do was get out, go up to the door, and then the next step in the process would start.
Handjobs.
Blaine cleared his throat, everything feeling suddenly sticky and hot and a little suffocating but not in an entirely unpleasant way. It was more just that every inch of him felt tingly and aware. He was cognizant of the little clicking noise his engine was making and of the lawnmower roaring a few houses down and of the steady thumpthump of his pulse in his throat.
Rubbing up against Kurt, kissing him and coming with him had been… well, it had been a lot of things. New, sexy, hot, intriguing. And yet on top of all of that, Blaine hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that even though he’d just come with someone else-something he had been waiting what seemed like a painfully long time for-it still hadn’t felt like enough. He didn’t want to grind until he came in his pants. He could do that on his own, lying on his stomach and thrusting against his mattress.
What Blaine wanted was the feeling of skin on skin, a hand that wasn’t his own mapping out the veins and curves of his cock. To feel the weight of someone else’s cock in his own hand. That was what he wanted. Touch.
And taste. But definitely touch first.
Blaine drummed his fingers across the thighs of his pants, heaved in a deep breath, and got out of the car. He patted a hand against the roof, pressing his lips together and trying to get the pounding of his heart under control. What was wrong with him? It wasn’t like he didn’t know what was coming.
It made things better, having a plan. Kurt was right. They really needed to stick to their itinerary. Getting carried away had been far easier than he had imagined. And well, Blaine definitely wanted to stretch this out as long as he could. Not that he would admit it out loud or anything, but he did. Once they worked through all of the steps, it would be over and then God only knew when he’d be getting laid again. Just because they were moving to New York didn’t mean a plethora of guys were going to be literally falling into his lap, begging to have sex with him. This was an opportunity he wanted to take full advantage of.
He knocked on the door and it took an eternity for Kurt to answer. Blaine shifted nervously from foot to foot, tension seeping into his shoulders and neck as he waited. Finally, he could hear feet pounding against hardwood floors and a smile broke out across his lips.
The door wrenched open and Blaine’s breath caught in his throat. He’d seen Kurt not a half hour earlier, but he had looked infinitely different then. The sweater that had been pulled over his button-up shirt was gone, leaving only the thin purple shirt in place. The first two buttons were now undone and Blaine’s eyes were drawn to the exposed skin of Kurt’s chest like a magnetic force was pulling them there. He appeared relaxed which wasn’t a look Kurt typically donned.
“Come on in,” Kurt said, a little breathless as he stepped aside to let Blaine in. He didn’t step back far, though, and Blaine brushed against him as he entered. Tingles shook their way down his arm at the touch. “Let’s go up.”
When Blaine entered Kurt’s bedroom, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned as the door clicked shut. A smile was curling its way onto the corners of his mouth but it immediately disappeared as he took in the look on Kurt’s face. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes dark, his eyes grazing over Blaine’s body and then his hands were on Blaine’s cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss.
A little moan slipped from his mouth as Kurt’s tongue curled around his. Blaine’s hands flew to Kurt’s waist to steady himself because he was pretty sure that his knees were going to buckle in about two seconds. Surprised and shocked were the two words that could have best describe Blaine’s current emotional state, but really, he wasn’t complaining. Kurt’s mouth was warm and tasted like spearmint toothpaste, his hands soft yet sure as they stroked down Blaine’s cheeks to slide around the back of his neck.
“Rachel has to write a paper tonight,” Kurt breathed out as their lips parted. Blaine’s eyebrows furrowed. Why in the hell was Kurt talking about Rachel when Blaine had just been very busy sucking on his tongue?
“Um, good for her?” Blaine said, giving Kurt an incredulous look because he’d been busy and now they were talking and how ridiculous was that? Kurt huffed against Blaine’s mouth and pulled back slightly.
“She has to write a paper so Finn will only be over there for an hour or so,” Kurt explained. Blaine’s mouth shrunk into a little O and he nodded. Okay, now he got it. “So we really can’t waste any time today.”
“And here I was thinking that you just couldn’t wait another minute to get to it,” Blaine teased, hooking his fingers in Kurt’s belt loops and pulling him closer. As soon as he’d done it, he felt awkward. What had that even been? Flirting?
“I have more self-control than that, thank you very much.”
“Last Thursday proves that you don’t and neither do I,” Blaine said, lacing his fingers in Kurt’s hair and pulling him in for another kiss while keeping his other hand firmly wrapped around Kurt’s hip.
“That’s not going to happen again, though,” Kurt said in between kisses. “Now we really should-“
“I know,” Blaine nodded, tipping his forehead against Kurt’s and taking a deep breath. “So, how are we doing this? At the same time or taking turns?” Kurt sighed and pulled back, smoothing a hand down his hair in the back and moving to sit on the bed.
“Blaine,” he said pointedly, “If we do it at the same time, we won’t be focused solely on the task at hand. The entire purpose of this is for each of us to get the opportunity to fully experience being on both the giving and receiving end of everything. We’ll take turns.”
“Can I go first?” Blaine blurted. “I mean, can I give first. Not receive.” Heat shocked across his face and he could feel himself go red. He hadn’t even made a conscious intention to say that, it had just come out. But now that he thought about it, yes he definitely wanted to give Kurt a handjob and he wanted to do it now. The pants Kurt was wearing were leaving nothing to the imagination-as per usual-and he was incredibly curious to see firsthand what had been rubbing and pressing against him a week earlier.
“I was going to ask the same thing,” Kurt said, reaching for his nightstand. “Lucky for us, I was prepared for such a stalemate.” Blaine watched with bated breath until he saw that between Kurt’s index finger and thumb was a shiny quarter. “Heads means I give first. Tails and you do.”
“Why am I tails?” Blaine asked, honestly just curious because Kurt had seemed so assured in his naming of sides. Kurt blushed and rested the quarter on his right thumbnail.
“Because you have a really nice ass,” Kurt managed to get out despite his obvious embarrassment.
“I do?” Blaine felt his eyebrows shoot up somewhere around the vicinity of his hairline. He looked at Kurt’s ass on a fairly regular basis because of those pants, but he’d never thought that Kurt was staring at him, too.
“Of course you do. If I hadn’t already acknowledged the fact that I was gay before I met you, looking at your ass for the first time certainly would have done it,” Kurt said before flicking the tip of his thumb against the side of his index finger, sending the quarter spinning about a foot in the air before it dropped to land in his palm. Immediately, he slapped it onto the back of his left hand and locked eyes with Blaine. “Here we go.”
Blaine leaned in for a closer look and his stomach did a nervous flop as he saw the Statue of Liberty and shape of the state of New York looking up at him. How appropriate.
“Okay,” Blaine said, nodding and scooting in closer.
“I think we should keep our pants on today. Obviously we’re going to have to undo them and get them off part of the way, but I think we should save being completely naked with each other until next week,” Kurt said.
Blaine nodded and swallowed hard. His eyes raked over Kurt. His lips were a little swollen from their kissing, his neck so long and pale and practically begging to be kissed.
“Can I please take your shirt off, though?” Blaine asked, the tone of his voice dangerously close to begging. Kurt’s shirt was so thin and the fact that he had it partially unbuttoned was making a good seventy percent of Blaine’s brain feel completely worthless. If they were at school and Kurt was dressed this way, Blaine would be fine. But since they were alone in Kurt’s bedroom with their sexual plan hanging heavy in the air, it was impossible to keep his thoughts pure. At the moment, all they consisted of was perfect pale skin that would surely feel like silk under his tongue.
“Yes,” Kurt said, his voice barely audible before his lips were back on Blaine’s. Blaine leaned in to keep his lips against Kurt’s, not doing much other than just holding them there because his fingers were making quick work of the button’s on Kurt’s shirt. The third and fourth slipped and wiggled, clearly put in place by higher powers who hated Blaine and wanted him to suffer.
But then he’d reached the last and he pulled back and stared down as he parted the halves of Kurt’s shirt. Kurt was perfect. Blaine knew that he was, had seen him this way before, but never with this kind of reasoning behind it and certainly never when he could touch. And god, he really wanted to touch.
“You’re incredible,” Blaine whispered, his eyes dragging so deliberately over Kurt’s naked torso he was surprised that Kurt couldn’t feel every sweep and caress. Once he was finished drinking in his fill, he reached out both hands and smoothed them down Kurt’s sides, wanting to start slowly. Kurt let out a little yelp and jerked away before his entire face and neck went red.
“Ticklish. Sorry,” he got out before grabbing Blaine’s hands and settling them back in on his waist where they’d been before Blaine had snatched them away. A low laugh rumbled in Blaine’s chest and he took just a few moments to smooth his hands over every inch of Kurt’s chest and stomach. He was so smooth and toned and all Blaine could think about was putting a big purple hickey just under his collarbone, but something told him that Kurt would probably murder him for even voicing the desire aloud. So he kept it to himself and instead bent his head to brush his lips in a line from Kurt’s neck down to his left nipple, swirling his tongue around the perfect pink flesh before paying the same attention to the other.
“How was that?” Blaine asked, rubbing a hand firmly over Kurt’s hip where his pants were sitting a little low. Kurt swallowed hard and nodded.
“Good,” he said. “Kind of weird, but good.”
“Bad weird? Or just unfamiliar weird?”
“The second one,” Kurt rushed to add. “It definitely wasn’t bad.” Blaine smiled and put a hand on the back of Kurt’s head, kissing him deeply and pulling a moan from deep within Kurt as his tongue trailed across the roof of his mouth.
As Blaine sucked Kurt’s bottom lip into his mouth, he dropped a hand to Kurt’s thigh, rubbing over it for a few seconds before sliding it to the hard length in Kurt’s pants. He was already so hard. Blaine traced the outline of it with the tips of his fingers, prompting Kurt’s entire body to break out in a shudder.
“Tease,” Kurt laughed, so low and breathy that Blaine’s cock twitched to show it’s appreciation.
“No more teasing,” Blaine said softly against Kurt’s lips before licking across them and into Kurt’s mouth. Whatever word Kurt tried to say after that was swallowed down by Blaine as he popped open the button on Kurt’s tight gray pants and worked down the zipper. He ripped his mouth away from Kurt’s and looked down, unable to stop the groan from escaping his lips as he saw that Kurt was wearing some tight red briefs. Blaine hated them. Well, actually he thought they were painfully sexy but they were blocking the view of Kurt’s cock and therefore Blaine hated them. “We’re going to have to get your pants down a little bit in order for-“
“Okay,” Kurt interrupted, lifting his hips and struggling his pants down several inches before leaning back on the bed, bracing himself with his hands flat on the mattress and just looking at Blaine. It was almost as if he was presenting himself and Blaine was definitely not going to deny him what he was waiting for any longer.
Now that Kurt’s briefs were exposed fully, Blaine could clearly see the outline of Kurt’s cock in his underwear and damn. He’d suspected that Kurt would have a nice cock, but he had a feeling that his expectations were about to be shattered magnificently. It was about to happen. He was about to see another guy’s cock in the flesh, hard and waiting to be touched by him. If he actually got through this without coming in his pants it was going to be a miracle.
Blaine locked eyes with Kurt, wanting to make sure that he was still okay with everything and he moved his fingers to the band of Kurt’s briefs. When he got a little nod from Kurt, Blaine pulled them down and out until they were low enough that the full length of Kurt’s cock and his balls were fully exposed. A long breath Blaine hadn’t been aware he was holding rushed out of his lungs.
Kurt’s cock was long and curved slightly toward his stomach with this incredibly thick vein running up the underside. That was where Blaine started. He placed the pad of his thumb at the very base of Kurt’s cock and trailed it all the way up that vein until he reached the thick head.
“Oh my god,” Kurt moaned before sucking in a big breath. Blaine shocked out of his daze to look up at Kurt.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh definitely,” Kurt said, his voice tight since he was still holding his breath. “You’re just, I mean…” He trailed off and cleared his throat. “It’s kind of overwhelming in a really good way.”
“I can handle that,” Blaine said, smiling as he smoothed his thumb over the head of Kurt’s cock.
It was remarkable how different it felt. He was more than acquainted with his own cock. He knew every twist to make to up the ante, every speed to make his toes curl. This was different and Blaine had always loved a challenge.
Kurt’s cock felt perfect in his hand, so hard and warm as Blaine finally wrapped his hand around it. With a little grunt, Kurt’s arms dropped out from beneath him and he fell backward onto the mattress.
“I hope that was a good reaction,” Blaine said with a smile, moving his fist up the length of Kurt’s cock. Kurt just made a little humming noise of agreement, throwing one arm over his eyes as the other moved to grip onto the duvet just to the side of his hip. “Do you want me to do anything different?” Kurt nodded his head and exhaled shakily.
“There’s lube in my nightstand,” he said before slowly inhaling, not removing his forearm from his eyes. Blaine licked his lips and looked down at Kurt’s cock. It was curling toward his stomach and red and all Blaine wanted to do was lick up that vein but he couldn’t. They had a plan to stick to and Kurt had made a request. Blaine reached for the nightstand drawer, finding some lube and condoms inside, prompting everything to go fuzzy for a few seconds. He took advantage of that pleasantly vacant moment to warm the lube he’d applied to his palm, thinking of nothing but Kurt hovering over him as he pressed the head of his cock against Blaine’s asshole. “Come on, Blaine.”
He didn’t have to be asked twice.
He again curled his fingers around Kurt’s cock, starting up a rhythm that he always enjoyed and watching Kurt’s face for signs of whether or not he was liking it as well. The tendons in Kurt’s jaw were tight, a reddish tint taking over his face and neck and chest. The muscles in his stomach were clenched tight, standing out more than before and prompting Blaine to rub his free hand over them as he paused to thumb over the head of Kurt’s cock with a figure eight pattern that had Kurt’s hips lifting off the mattress.
“Ohmygod,” Kurt mumbled, finally throwing the arm off his eyes, his knuckles going white with exertion as he grabbed a fistful of maroon blanket. Blaine couldn’t stop staring at him, his gaze drifting up and down Kurt’s body as his hand continued to work over Kurt’s cock. When he experimented with a little twist halfway up, Kurt cried out loudly, his back arching and his hips jerking hard.
Kurt was coming, shooting streaks of white all over his own stomach. Blaine’s eyes were open wide, staring down at the cock still slowly sliding in and out of his fist.
“That was so fast. I’m sorry,” Kurt groaned, slapping both hands against this face before sliding them up into his hair. “You’d hardly even gotten started. I just couldn’t wait any more. I can’t believe that even after…” His jaw snapped shut so fast his teeth clicked audibly and Blaine finally pulled his hand away, one eyebrow arched.
“After what?” he asked. Kurt sighed and slammed his head back against the mattress a few times.
“I jerked off before you got here,” Kurt admitted, propping himself up on his elbows. “I didn’t want you to know that.” Blaine’s mouth literally dropped open.
Wow.
“Is… is that why you wanted me to wait to come over?” Blaine managed to get out, his cock getting even harder in his pants.
“No,” Kurt said. “Well, partially. Finn really did come home for a few minutes but I also… you know.” Blaine shook his head and laughed a little. “Are you mad?”
“Why in the hell would I be mad?” he asked. “That’s, like, insanely hot, Kurt.”
“It is?” he asked, his eyebrows high as he sat up and gingerly tucked himself back into his briefs. “I thought you’d think it was pathetic that I was worried about coming too soon. Not that it made any difference, obviously.”
“The only thing I’m mad about is that I didn’t think of it myself,” Blaine said with a smile. Kurt’s eyes fluttered shut and he let out a long, relieved sigh. “Kurt, this is the first time either of us has been really touched by someone else. Last Thursday was great but this is really different.”
“It felt amazing,” Kurt told him. “And I’d like to make you feel that good, too.” Blaine nodded dumbly, unable to do much of anything else. He didn’t want to lie down like Kurt had. He wanted to be able to watch.
Scrambling a little, Blaine scooted to sit at the head of the bed, throwing pillows every which way until they were all scattered around the floor. Kurt laughed at him a little, looking more amused than anything else. Rising to his knees, Kurt walked forward a bit before sinking to sit on his feet as he reached Blaine’s side.
“Is it okay if I take your shirt off?” he asked, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and biting down in a way that was entirely evil. All Blaine wanted to do was nibble on that lip, running his tongue over it and-
He was broken out of his little fantasy by the feeling of Kurt’s fingers on the hem of his sweater. Right, Blaine. Stay in the moment.
As Kurt slowly lifted the thin material up Blaine’s torso, he found himself holding his breath in anticipation. Would Kurt touch him? Use his mouth on him? Or was he just getting it out of the way?
He didn’t have to wait long to find out. As soon as the shirt was pulled over his head, Kurt was dropping it off to the side, running his hands over Blaine’s chest and leaving a fiery path in their wake. Everywhere Kurt touched him felt warm and buzzy, each nerve was being stimulated and set aflame.
Blaine was proud of his physique. He worked hard to keep in good shape. But as he saw the hungry way Kurt’s eyes were roaming over his exposed skin, he felt better and… sexier than he ever had before. Not that he’d frequently felt sexy in his life, but he definitely did now.
“You’re beautiful,” Kurt breathed out, leaning in and placing a kiss just above Blaine’s heart. He trailed tentative kisses across Blaine’s skin, pausing momentarily above his left nipple. Each time he breathed out, a rush of warm air skittered across Blaine’s skin, puckering his nipple into a hard peak that wanted nothing more than some damned attention already. Finally, Kurt obliged with a light flick of his tongue.
The moan that erupted from Blaine at the touch was loud and surprised even him. Kurt froze, his tongue still resting against Blaine’s nipple. To urge him further, Blaine laced his fingers in Kurt’s hair lightly, just enough to be present, not enough to guide. Kurt placed a kiss there before kissing his way across and paying more enthusiastic attention to the other. He licked and sucked and-ohgod-bit until Blaine was positively writhing, desperate to get some friction on his cock. His hips were rocking up into the air and he was about a nanosecond away from begging Kurt to touch him when he felt a hand on his cock through his pants.
Kurt flicked open the button and pulled down the zipper, the sound too loud and incredibly distracting. Blaine tried to steady his breaths, but all he could do was stare at Kurt’s long, nimble fingers as they pulled Blaine’s jeans and boxer briefs down until they were tucked beneath his balls. A harsh and fast breath sucked in through Kurt’s nose and Blaine hardly had time to register the fact that, you know, his cock was out and hard in front of someone else, before Kurt’s hand was coiling around him.
“Wow,” Kurt breathed, stroking up to the tip with a featherlight touch. Blaine’s hips instinctively jerked forward, trying to get more touch, more friction, more of whatever Kurt was willing to give.
“Kurt,” Blaine choked out, the word having to be forced from his throat when Kurt started trailing the tips of his fingers around the head of Blaine’s cock. Even more than before, Blaine wished that he had thought to jerk off in the bathroom at school before he'd headed over.
“Lube?” Kurt asked. Blaine had forgotten how to speak so he just nodded and stared as Kurt trailed his hand back down, the palm of his hand rubbing lightly over his balls before he paused to get his hand ready.
Oh god. It was really going to happen. He was about to get a handjob. A guy was going to touch his cock with his hand until he came. That was about to happen.
Blaine couldn’t help but settle back against the headboard and spread his legs slightly, preparing himself for what was about to come. Kurt smiled at him and settled in next to Blaine, leaning against the headboard with his shoulder and again biting down on his bottom lip as he reached out and curled his fist around Blaine’s cock.
With a moan, Blaine turned and reached for Kurt’s head, pulling him in for a kiss as Kurt started sliding his hand up and down Blaine’s cock. Everything was warm and slippery, Kurt’s hand moving easily. Each time Kurt’s hand slid up, his thumb smoothed over the head.
It was so much--too much--the slip-slide of skin on skin and the feeling of Kurt’s tongue moving with his own. As Blaine finally got the chance and lightly bit down on Kurt’s bottom lip, he felt his hips surge forward, thrusting into Kurt’s fist with a long moan.
He didn’t want to come yet, but the friction, the speed, that fucking amazing thing Kurt kept doing with his thumb, it was all combining, morphing, getting bigger and taking over more of his body with each passing second. Sweat was collecting along his chest, along his hairline, his back feeling damp where it was pressed against the headboard.
It was really happening and it was so good.
“God Kurt,” Blaine moaned against his mouth when Kurt finally broke away with a gasp.
“I want to see you,” Kurt said, his bare chest heaving. Blaine reached out and drug his hand over Kurt’s skin, finding him hot all over and slightly sticky. God that was hot. Kurt stared down as his hand kept working to bring Blaine closer and closer to orgasm, Blaine mouthed at the side of Kurt’s neck, licking his way down to Kurt’s collarbone where he just started sucking.
The pressure in his stomach, in his balls, at the base of his spine was building. Each movement of Kurt’s hand was sending burning hot licks of pleasure through his cock. He was trying so hard to fight it, to draw this out and make it last, but his toes were digging into the mattress, his mouth open in a shout that wouldn’t arrive as he came harder than he could ever remember coming before. His hips twisted, pressing into Kurt’s hand as it slowly worked him through his orgasm.
“Fuck,” Blaine finally said once his vocal chords remembered how to work again. His entire body felt limp and he slumped into Kurt’s side.
“You okay?” Kurt asked, finally pulling his hand away and reaching across Blaine to grab a Kleenex from the box on the nightstand.
“Oh my god, Kurt,” Blaine said, cradling his face in his hands and pulling him in, his lips capturing Kurt's over and over as he moaned happily into the kiss. “That…”
“I know,” Kurt laughed before lightly patting Blaine’s stomach. “We should get cleaned up and dressed. I have no idea when Finn will be home.”
Blaine groaned and ripped a Kleenex from the box, wiping the come off of his stomach with a sigh.
“I’d be more irritated, but I’m pretty sure that my brain isn’t capable of it right now,” Blaine smiled.
“I know exactly how you feel. Now come on. There’s some of that egg salad you like in the fridge,” Kurt told him, reaching for his shirt before tossing Blaine his own. “And besides, next week is going to be amazing. I’ve been really looking forward to it since I made the list.”
Blaine smiled and nodded. Naked frotting. Yeah, he was definitely ready for that.
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Word Count: ~4800
Spoilers: None.
Warnings: None unless you count ridiculous amounts of Blaine's inner dialogue.
Summary: Kurt and Blaine have been best friends since the day Kurt stopped Blaine on the stairs at Dalton, but never anything more. This is why Blaine is more than a little shocked when Kurt suggests that they lose their virginity to one another before they head off to New York for college.
A/N: I started planning this fic before Season 3 happened, so nothing from Season 3 is canon except that Blaine is at McKinley, but that was my own planning, not RIB's. :P You could say that this is canon up through Sexy. Sorry if you hate WIPs, but a new chapter will be posted every Thursday.
Blaine’s heart was thrumming against his ribs as he sat in the driveway of Kurt’s house. He’d dawdled a bit at school, not because he wanted to but because Kurt had requested it. Apparently Finn was coming home for a few minutes before heading over to Rachel’s. Blaine wasn’t exactly sure why it mattered if Blaine and Finn were at the house at the same time. Blaine hung out over there all the time. Apparently Kurt just didn’t want to arouse any suspicion, but Blaine honestly didn’t think that they had to worry about Finn of all people when it came to that.
But now Finn’s truck was gone with Blaine’s car in its place. All he had to do was get out, go up to the door, and then the next step in the process would start.
Handjobs.
Blaine cleared his throat, everything feeling suddenly sticky and hot and a little suffocating but not in an entirely unpleasant way. It was more just that every inch of him felt tingly and aware. He was cognizant of the little clicking noise his engine was making and of the lawnmower roaring a few houses down and of the steady thumpthump of his pulse in his throat.
Rubbing up against Kurt, kissing him and coming with him had been… well, it had been a lot of things. New, sexy, hot, intriguing. And yet on top of all of that, Blaine hadn’t been able to shake the feeling that even though he’d just come with someone else-something he had been waiting what seemed like a painfully long time for-it still hadn’t felt like enough. He didn’t want to grind until he came in his pants. He could do that on his own, lying on his stomach and thrusting against his mattress.
What Blaine wanted was the feeling of skin on skin, a hand that wasn’t his own mapping out the veins and curves of his cock. To feel the weight of someone else’s cock in his own hand. That was what he wanted. Touch.
And taste. But definitely touch first.
Blaine drummed his fingers across the thighs of his pants, heaved in a deep breath, and got out of the car. He patted a hand against the roof, pressing his lips together and trying to get the pounding of his heart under control. What was wrong with him? It wasn’t like he didn’t know what was coming.
It made things better, having a plan. Kurt was right. They really needed to stick to their itinerary. Getting carried away had been far easier than he had imagined. And well, Blaine definitely wanted to stretch this out as long as he could. Not that he would admit it out loud or anything, but he did. Once they worked through all of the steps, it would be over and then God only knew when he’d be getting laid again. Just because they were moving to New York didn’t mean a plethora of guys were going to be literally falling into his lap, begging to have sex with him. This was an opportunity he wanted to take full advantage of.
He knocked on the door and it took an eternity for Kurt to answer. Blaine shifted nervously from foot to foot, tension seeping into his shoulders and neck as he waited. Finally, he could hear feet pounding against hardwood floors and a smile broke out across his lips.
The door wrenched open and Blaine’s breath caught in his throat. He’d seen Kurt not a half hour earlier, but he had looked infinitely different then. The sweater that had been pulled over his button-up shirt was gone, leaving only the thin purple shirt in place. The first two buttons were now undone and Blaine’s eyes were drawn to the exposed skin of Kurt’s chest like a magnetic force was pulling them there. He appeared relaxed which wasn’t a look Kurt typically donned.
“Come on in,” Kurt said, a little breathless as he stepped aside to let Blaine in. He didn’t step back far, though, and Blaine brushed against him as he entered. Tingles shook their way down his arm at the touch. “Let’s go up.”
When Blaine entered Kurt’s bedroom, he stuffed his hands in his pockets and turned as the door clicked shut. A smile was curling its way onto the corners of his mouth but it immediately disappeared as he took in the look on Kurt’s face. His mouth was slightly open, his eyes dark, his eyes grazing over Blaine’s body and then his hands were on Blaine’s cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss.
A little moan slipped from his mouth as Kurt’s tongue curled around his. Blaine’s hands flew to Kurt’s waist to steady himself because he was pretty sure that his knees were going to buckle in about two seconds. Surprised and shocked were the two words that could have best describe Blaine’s current emotional state, but really, he wasn’t complaining. Kurt’s mouth was warm and tasted like spearmint toothpaste, his hands soft yet sure as they stroked down Blaine’s cheeks to slide around the back of his neck.
“Rachel has to write a paper tonight,” Kurt breathed out as their lips parted. Blaine’s eyebrows furrowed. Why in the hell was Kurt talking about Rachel when Blaine had just been very busy sucking on his tongue?
“Um, good for her?” Blaine said, giving Kurt an incredulous look because he’d been busy and now they were talking and how ridiculous was that? Kurt huffed against Blaine’s mouth and pulled back slightly.
“She has to write a paper so Finn will only be over there for an hour or so,” Kurt explained. Blaine’s mouth shrunk into a little O and he nodded. Okay, now he got it. “So we really can’t waste any time today.”
“And here I was thinking that you just couldn’t wait another minute to get to it,” Blaine teased, hooking his fingers in Kurt’s belt loops and pulling him closer. As soon as he’d done it, he felt awkward. What had that even been? Flirting?
“I have more self-control than that, thank you very much.”
“Last Thursday proves that you don’t and neither do I,” Blaine said, lacing his fingers in Kurt’s hair and pulling him in for another kiss while keeping his other hand firmly wrapped around Kurt’s hip.
“That’s not going to happen again, though,” Kurt said in between kisses. “Now we really should-“
“I know,” Blaine nodded, tipping his forehead against Kurt’s and taking a deep breath. “So, how are we doing this? At the same time or taking turns?” Kurt sighed and pulled back, smoothing a hand down his hair in the back and moving to sit on the bed.
“Blaine,” he said pointedly, “If we do it at the same time, we won’t be focused solely on the task at hand. The entire purpose of this is for each of us to get the opportunity to fully experience being on both the giving and receiving end of everything. We’ll take turns.”
“Can I go first?” Blaine blurted. “I mean, can I give first. Not receive.” Heat shocked across his face and he could feel himself go red. He hadn’t even made a conscious intention to say that, it had just come out. But now that he thought about it, yes he definitely wanted to give Kurt a handjob and he wanted to do it now. The pants Kurt was wearing were leaving nothing to the imagination-as per usual-and he was incredibly curious to see firsthand what had been rubbing and pressing against him a week earlier.
“I was going to ask the same thing,” Kurt said, reaching for his nightstand. “Lucky for us, I was prepared for such a stalemate.” Blaine watched with bated breath until he saw that between Kurt’s index finger and thumb was a shiny quarter. “Heads means I give first. Tails and you do.”
“Why am I tails?” Blaine asked, honestly just curious because Kurt had seemed so assured in his naming of sides. Kurt blushed and rested the quarter on his right thumbnail.
“Because you have a really nice ass,” Kurt managed to get out despite his obvious embarrassment.
“I do?” Blaine felt his eyebrows shoot up somewhere around the vicinity of his hairline. He looked at Kurt’s ass on a fairly regular basis because of those pants, but he’d never thought that Kurt was staring at him, too.
“Of course you do. If I hadn’t already acknowledged the fact that I was gay before I met you, looking at your ass for the first time certainly would have done it,” Kurt said before flicking the tip of his thumb against the side of his index finger, sending the quarter spinning about a foot in the air before it dropped to land in his palm. Immediately, he slapped it onto the back of his left hand and locked eyes with Blaine. “Here we go.”
Blaine leaned in for a closer look and his stomach did a nervous flop as he saw the Statue of Liberty and shape of the state of New York looking up at him. How appropriate.
“Okay,” Blaine said, nodding and scooting in closer.
“I think we should keep our pants on today. Obviously we’re going to have to undo them and get them off part of the way, but I think we should save being completely naked with each other until next week,” Kurt said.
Blaine nodded and swallowed hard. His eyes raked over Kurt. His lips were a little swollen from their kissing, his neck so long and pale and practically begging to be kissed.
“Can I please take your shirt off, though?” Blaine asked, the tone of his voice dangerously close to begging. Kurt’s shirt was so thin and the fact that he had it partially unbuttoned was making a good seventy percent of Blaine’s brain feel completely worthless. If they were at school and Kurt was dressed this way, Blaine would be fine. But since they were alone in Kurt’s bedroom with their sexual plan hanging heavy in the air, it was impossible to keep his thoughts pure. At the moment, all they consisted of was perfect pale skin that would surely feel like silk under his tongue.
“Yes,” Kurt said, his voice barely audible before his lips were back on Blaine’s. Blaine leaned in to keep his lips against Kurt’s, not doing much other than just holding them there because his fingers were making quick work of the button’s on Kurt’s shirt. The third and fourth slipped and wiggled, clearly put in place by higher powers who hated Blaine and wanted him to suffer.
But then he’d reached the last and he pulled back and stared down as he parted the halves of Kurt’s shirt. Kurt was perfect. Blaine knew that he was, had seen him this way before, but never with this kind of reasoning behind it and certainly never when he could touch. And god, he really wanted to touch.
“You’re incredible,” Blaine whispered, his eyes dragging so deliberately over Kurt’s naked torso he was surprised that Kurt couldn’t feel every sweep and caress. Once he was finished drinking in his fill, he reached out both hands and smoothed them down Kurt’s sides, wanting to start slowly. Kurt let out a little yelp and jerked away before his entire face and neck went red.
“Ticklish. Sorry,” he got out before grabbing Blaine’s hands and settling them back in on his waist where they’d been before Blaine had snatched them away. A low laugh rumbled in Blaine’s chest and he took just a few moments to smooth his hands over every inch of Kurt’s chest and stomach. He was so smooth and toned and all Blaine could think about was putting a big purple hickey just under his collarbone, but something told him that Kurt would probably murder him for even voicing the desire aloud. So he kept it to himself and instead bent his head to brush his lips in a line from Kurt’s neck down to his left nipple, swirling his tongue around the perfect pink flesh before paying the same attention to the other.
“How was that?” Blaine asked, rubbing a hand firmly over Kurt’s hip where his pants were sitting a little low. Kurt swallowed hard and nodded.
“Good,” he said. “Kind of weird, but good.”
“Bad weird? Or just unfamiliar weird?”
“The second one,” Kurt rushed to add. “It definitely wasn’t bad.” Blaine smiled and put a hand on the back of Kurt’s head, kissing him deeply and pulling a moan from deep within Kurt as his tongue trailed across the roof of his mouth.
As Blaine sucked Kurt’s bottom lip into his mouth, he dropped a hand to Kurt’s thigh, rubbing over it for a few seconds before sliding it to the hard length in Kurt’s pants. He was already so hard. Blaine traced the outline of it with the tips of his fingers, prompting Kurt’s entire body to break out in a shudder.
“Tease,” Kurt laughed, so low and breathy that Blaine’s cock twitched to show it’s appreciation.
“No more teasing,” Blaine said softly against Kurt’s lips before licking across them and into Kurt’s mouth. Whatever word Kurt tried to say after that was swallowed down by Blaine as he popped open the button on Kurt’s tight gray pants and worked down the zipper. He ripped his mouth away from Kurt’s and looked down, unable to stop the groan from escaping his lips as he saw that Kurt was wearing some tight red briefs. Blaine hated them. Well, actually he thought they were painfully sexy but they were blocking the view of Kurt’s cock and therefore Blaine hated them. “We’re going to have to get your pants down a little bit in order for-“
“Okay,” Kurt interrupted, lifting his hips and struggling his pants down several inches before leaning back on the bed, bracing himself with his hands flat on the mattress and just looking at Blaine. It was almost as if he was presenting himself and Blaine was definitely not going to deny him what he was waiting for any longer.
Now that Kurt’s briefs were exposed fully, Blaine could clearly see the outline of Kurt’s cock in his underwear and damn. He’d suspected that Kurt would have a nice cock, but he had a feeling that his expectations were about to be shattered magnificently. It was about to happen. He was about to see another guy’s cock in the flesh, hard and waiting to be touched by him. If he actually got through this without coming in his pants it was going to be a miracle.
Blaine locked eyes with Kurt, wanting to make sure that he was still okay with everything and he moved his fingers to the band of Kurt’s briefs. When he got a little nod from Kurt, Blaine pulled them down and out until they were low enough that the full length of Kurt’s cock and his balls were fully exposed. A long breath Blaine hadn’t been aware he was holding rushed out of his lungs.
Kurt’s cock was long and curved slightly toward his stomach with this incredibly thick vein running up the underside. That was where Blaine started. He placed the pad of his thumb at the very base of Kurt’s cock and trailed it all the way up that vein until he reached the thick head.
“Oh my god,” Kurt moaned before sucking in a big breath. Blaine shocked out of his daze to look up at Kurt.
“Are you okay?”
“Oh definitely,” Kurt said, his voice tight since he was still holding his breath. “You’re just, I mean…” He trailed off and cleared his throat. “It’s kind of overwhelming in a really good way.”
“I can handle that,” Blaine said, smiling as he smoothed his thumb over the head of Kurt’s cock.
It was remarkable how different it felt. He was more than acquainted with his own cock. He knew every twist to make to up the ante, every speed to make his toes curl. This was different and Blaine had always loved a challenge.
Kurt’s cock felt perfect in his hand, so hard and warm as Blaine finally wrapped his hand around it. With a little grunt, Kurt’s arms dropped out from beneath him and he fell backward onto the mattress.
“I hope that was a good reaction,” Blaine said with a smile, moving his fist up the length of Kurt’s cock. Kurt just made a little humming noise of agreement, throwing one arm over his eyes as the other moved to grip onto the duvet just to the side of his hip. “Do you want me to do anything different?” Kurt nodded his head and exhaled shakily.
“There’s lube in my nightstand,” he said before slowly inhaling, not removing his forearm from his eyes. Blaine licked his lips and looked down at Kurt’s cock. It was curling toward his stomach and red and all Blaine wanted to do was lick up that vein but he couldn’t. They had a plan to stick to and Kurt had made a request. Blaine reached for the nightstand drawer, finding some lube and condoms inside, prompting everything to go fuzzy for a few seconds. He took advantage of that pleasantly vacant moment to warm the lube he’d applied to his palm, thinking of nothing but Kurt hovering over him as he pressed the head of his cock against Blaine’s asshole. “Come on, Blaine.”
He didn’t have to be asked twice.
He again curled his fingers around Kurt’s cock, starting up a rhythm that he always enjoyed and watching Kurt’s face for signs of whether or not he was liking it as well. The tendons in Kurt’s jaw were tight, a reddish tint taking over his face and neck and chest. The muscles in his stomach were clenched tight, standing out more than before and prompting Blaine to rub his free hand over them as he paused to thumb over the head of Kurt’s cock with a figure eight pattern that had Kurt’s hips lifting off the mattress.
“Ohmygod,” Kurt mumbled, finally throwing the arm off his eyes, his knuckles going white with exertion as he grabbed a fistful of maroon blanket. Blaine couldn’t stop staring at him, his gaze drifting up and down Kurt’s body as his hand continued to work over Kurt’s cock. When he experimented with a little twist halfway up, Kurt cried out loudly, his back arching and his hips jerking hard.
Kurt was coming, shooting streaks of white all over his own stomach. Blaine’s eyes were open wide, staring down at the cock still slowly sliding in and out of his fist.
“That was so fast. I’m sorry,” Kurt groaned, slapping both hands against this face before sliding them up into his hair. “You’d hardly even gotten started. I just couldn’t wait any more. I can’t believe that even after…” His jaw snapped shut so fast his teeth clicked audibly and Blaine finally pulled his hand away, one eyebrow arched.
“After what?” he asked. Kurt sighed and slammed his head back against the mattress a few times.
“I jerked off before you got here,” Kurt admitted, propping himself up on his elbows. “I didn’t want you to know that.” Blaine’s mouth literally dropped open.
Wow.
“Is… is that why you wanted me to wait to come over?” Blaine managed to get out, his cock getting even harder in his pants.
“No,” Kurt said. “Well, partially. Finn really did come home for a few minutes but I also… you know.” Blaine shook his head and laughed a little. “Are you mad?”
“Why in the hell would I be mad?” he asked. “That’s, like, insanely hot, Kurt.”
“It is?” he asked, his eyebrows high as he sat up and gingerly tucked himself back into his briefs. “I thought you’d think it was pathetic that I was worried about coming too soon. Not that it made any difference, obviously.”
“The only thing I’m mad about is that I didn’t think of it myself,” Blaine said with a smile. Kurt’s eyes fluttered shut and he let out a long, relieved sigh. “Kurt, this is the first time either of us has been really touched by someone else. Last Thursday was great but this is really different.”
“It felt amazing,” Kurt told him. “And I’d like to make you feel that good, too.” Blaine nodded dumbly, unable to do much of anything else. He didn’t want to lie down like Kurt had. He wanted to be able to watch.
Scrambling a little, Blaine scooted to sit at the head of the bed, throwing pillows every which way until they were all scattered around the floor. Kurt laughed at him a little, looking more amused than anything else. Rising to his knees, Kurt walked forward a bit before sinking to sit on his feet as he reached Blaine’s side.
“Is it okay if I take your shirt off?” he asked, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth and biting down in a way that was entirely evil. All Blaine wanted to do was nibble on that lip, running his tongue over it and-
He was broken out of his little fantasy by the feeling of Kurt’s fingers on the hem of his sweater. Right, Blaine. Stay in the moment.
As Kurt slowly lifted the thin material up Blaine’s torso, he found himself holding his breath in anticipation. Would Kurt touch him? Use his mouth on him? Or was he just getting it out of the way?
He didn’t have to wait long to find out. As soon as the shirt was pulled over his head, Kurt was dropping it off to the side, running his hands over Blaine’s chest and leaving a fiery path in their wake. Everywhere Kurt touched him felt warm and buzzy, each nerve was being stimulated and set aflame.
Blaine was proud of his physique. He worked hard to keep in good shape. But as he saw the hungry way Kurt’s eyes were roaming over his exposed skin, he felt better and… sexier than he ever had before. Not that he’d frequently felt sexy in his life, but he definitely did now.
“You’re beautiful,” Kurt breathed out, leaning in and placing a kiss just above Blaine’s heart. He trailed tentative kisses across Blaine’s skin, pausing momentarily above his left nipple. Each time he breathed out, a rush of warm air skittered across Blaine’s skin, puckering his nipple into a hard peak that wanted nothing more than some damned attention already. Finally, Kurt obliged with a light flick of his tongue.
The moan that erupted from Blaine at the touch was loud and surprised even him. Kurt froze, his tongue still resting against Blaine’s nipple. To urge him further, Blaine laced his fingers in Kurt’s hair lightly, just enough to be present, not enough to guide. Kurt placed a kiss there before kissing his way across and paying more enthusiastic attention to the other. He licked and sucked and-ohgod-bit until Blaine was positively writhing, desperate to get some friction on his cock. His hips were rocking up into the air and he was about a nanosecond away from begging Kurt to touch him when he felt a hand on his cock through his pants.
Kurt flicked open the button and pulled down the zipper, the sound too loud and incredibly distracting. Blaine tried to steady his breaths, but all he could do was stare at Kurt’s long, nimble fingers as they pulled Blaine’s jeans and boxer briefs down until they were tucked beneath his balls. A harsh and fast breath sucked in through Kurt’s nose and Blaine hardly had time to register the fact that, you know, his cock was out and hard in front of someone else, before Kurt’s hand was coiling around him.
“Wow,” Kurt breathed, stroking up to the tip with a featherlight touch. Blaine’s hips instinctively jerked forward, trying to get more touch, more friction, more of whatever Kurt was willing to give.
“Kurt,” Blaine choked out, the word having to be forced from his throat when Kurt started trailing the tips of his fingers around the head of Blaine’s cock. Even more than before, Blaine wished that he had thought to jerk off in the bathroom at school before he'd headed over.
“Lube?” Kurt asked. Blaine had forgotten how to speak so he just nodded and stared as Kurt trailed his hand back down, the palm of his hand rubbing lightly over his balls before he paused to get his hand ready.
Oh god. It was really going to happen. He was about to get a handjob. A guy was going to touch his cock with his hand until he came. That was about to happen.
Blaine couldn’t help but settle back against the headboard and spread his legs slightly, preparing himself for what was about to come. Kurt smiled at him and settled in next to Blaine, leaning against the headboard with his shoulder and again biting down on his bottom lip as he reached out and curled his fist around Blaine’s cock.
With a moan, Blaine turned and reached for Kurt’s head, pulling him in for a kiss as Kurt started sliding his hand up and down Blaine’s cock. Everything was warm and slippery, Kurt’s hand moving easily. Each time Kurt’s hand slid up, his thumb smoothed over the head.
It was so much--too much--the slip-slide of skin on skin and the feeling of Kurt’s tongue moving with his own. As Blaine finally got the chance and lightly bit down on Kurt’s bottom lip, he felt his hips surge forward, thrusting into Kurt’s fist with a long moan.
He didn’t want to come yet, but the friction, the speed, that fucking amazing thing Kurt kept doing with his thumb, it was all combining, morphing, getting bigger and taking over more of his body with each passing second. Sweat was collecting along his chest, along his hairline, his back feeling damp where it was pressed against the headboard.
It was really happening and it was so good.
“God Kurt,” Blaine moaned against his mouth when Kurt finally broke away with a gasp.
“I want to see you,” Kurt said, his bare chest heaving. Blaine reached out and drug his hand over Kurt’s skin, finding him hot all over and slightly sticky. God that was hot. Kurt stared down as his hand kept working to bring Blaine closer and closer to orgasm, Blaine mouthed at the side of Kurt’s neck, licking his way down to Kurt’s collarbone where he just started sucking.
The pressure in his stomach, in his balls, at the base of his spine was building. Each movement of Kurt’s hand was sending burning hot licks of pleasure through his cock. He was trying so hard to fight it, to draw this out and make it last, but his toes were digging into the mattress, his mouth open in a shout that wouldn’t arrive as he came harder than he could ever remember coming before. His hips twisted, pressing into Kurt’s hand as it slowly worked him through his orgasm.
“Fuck,” Blaine finally said once his vocal chords remembered how to work again. His entire body felt limp and he slumped into Kurt’s side.
“You okay?” Kurt asked, finally pulling his hand away and reaching across Blaine to grab a Kleenex from the box on the nightstand.
“Oh my god, Kurt,” Blaine said, cradling his face in his hands and pulling him in, his lips capturing Kurt's over and over as he moaned happily into the kiss. “That…”
“I know,” Kurt laughed before lightly patting Blaine’s stomach. “We should get cleaned up and dressed. I have no idea when Finn will be home.”
Blaine groaned and ripped a Kleenex from the box, wiping the come off of his stomach with a sigh.
“I’d be more irritated, but I’m pretty sure that my brain isn’t capable of it right now,” Blaine smiled.
“I know exactly how you feel. Now come on. There’s some of that egg salad you like in the fridge,” Kurt told him, reaching for his shirt before tossing Blaine his own. “And besides, next week is going to be amazing. I’ve been really looking forward to it since I made the list.”
Blaine smiled and nodded. Naked frotting. Yeah, he was definitely ready for that.