Kurt/Blaine: This Side (5/12?)
Title: This Side (5/12?)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Word Count: ~4300
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. Thank you so much to everyone for your patience this week. With Thanksgiving responsibilities, it was not possible for me to post yesterday. Thank you!!!!! :D
Blaine was aware of the fact that something should be different between himself and Kurt, but nothing was. Things were good. They’d done this three times now, getting together for… well, for sex. It felt weird saying that even to himself.
He was having sex. With Kurt. He, Blaine Anderson, had now had sex with Kurt Hummel two times. And they were getting ready for round three. And there would be many more times in the near future. It was enough to leave him tingling in anticipation as he sat on the edge of Kurt’s bed, waiting for him to get done doing whatever he was doing in the bathroom.
They were about to get completely naked with one another. They’d been close last time-shirtless with their cocks out-but this was going to be different. Just that act of removing pants and shucking off underwear until there was nothing between them but, well, nothing, was huge. Blaine rubbed his hands together and shifted a little, trying not to get nervous. He’d been fine, completely and totally ready for this, but this waiting was getting to him.
What was Kurt doing in there anyway? There was no sense in primping when they were just going to get all messed up anyway. Kurt was his best friend and he loved him but honestly, sometimes Blaine just didn’t understand why Kurt did the things he did. If he wanted to brush his teeth or something, fine, but that wouldn’t have taken this long.
But what if he wasn’t brushing his teeth?
What if he was doing what he’d done before they’d gotten together last Thursday?
Blaine stood and attempted to look casual as he strolled across the room, putting a hand in his pocket and pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He turned at the foot of the bed like he was just taking in the space (which was of course ridiculous since Blaine practically knew Kurt’s bedroom as well as he knew his own), and allowed his gaze to briefly flick to the bathroom door directly across the hall.
What if Kurt really was jerking off in there? He’d told Blaine that he’d done it. Did he want Blaine to go in there?
Oh god. What if Kurt was waiting for Blaine to come join him and-
“Sorry about that,” Kurt said, the bathroom door abruptly pulling open. Blaine stuffed his other hand in his pocket, attempting for a look of nonchalance he was fairly certain he was completely failing to achieve.
When Kurt entered the room and shut the door, spinning the lock and attempting to turn the knob just to be sure it was engaged, Blaine looked at him carefully. He didn’t look as flushed and relaxed as he had when he’d opened the door the Thursday before. Maybe he hadn’t been masturbating.
“No problem,” Blaine said, his voice a little high. He cleared his throat and was suddenly aware of how quiet it was. There was no sound at all aside from his own breaths-which, when in the hell had they gotten so loud?-and Kurt’s feet on the carpeting as he made his way over to the bed.
“I was just getting ready,” Kurt said.
“You’re sure wearing a lot of clothes for a guy who was getting ready to get naked,” Blaine teased, reaching for the bowtie around his neck and pulling the knot loose until it came off easily in his hand. Kurt blushed, his eyes fixated on the work Blaine’s hands were doing, and started unbuttoning the vest and then the crisp white shirt he was wearing.
Oh, so that was how this was going to be.
Blaine quirked an eyebrow and took a step forward, letting the bow tie slip from his fingers to land on the carpet before pulling his navy sweater vest over his head. He’d just been planning to take off the bow tie before they got started, but if it was going take this turn, Blaine definitely wasn’t disappointed.
Kurt’s chest was rising and falling more quickly, something all the more evident now that the only thing covering it from view was a t-shirt so thin Blaine could see two perfect dark pink nipples through the material. It took a good deal of self-restraint for Blaine to keep from licking his lips at the sight, but at the risk of looking like a total lecher, he pushed said tongue against the roof of his mouth and quickly unbuttoned his own shirt. He pulled it off his shoulders, the cool air of the room hitting his skin, his nipples pebbling due to the chill and the swirls of arousal winding through him.
In the years since Blaine had first realized that the sight of naked pecs did a hell of a lot more for him than boobs, he’d seen pictures of a lot of guys shirtless. A quick Google search for that exact thing had brought him to his very own first intentional orgasm-entirely of Ryan Reynolds’ doing-but nothing compared to seeing it first hand when it was intended for him. Blaine was incredibly good at fantasizing, at closing his eyes and willing anyone to be in front of him when he stroked his cock, but having a real guy standing before him, taking off his shirt for him, breathing heavily with his cock visibly getting hard in his pants for him… no fantasy could beat that. Not even the one with Chris Pine and the handcuffs and that had lead to more orgasms in one night than Blaine had ever thought possible.
Kurt’s body was beautiful. So much more muscular than most would guess with strong arms and a toned torso but god, Blaine just wanted to see Kurt’s legs. Those he’d never seen. Not really. There had always been shorts-or the occasional skirt that while Blaine understood how Kurt felt that fashion has no gender, he just really didn’t get it no matter how good Kurt looked in them-in the way. But now Kurt’s fingers were on his own zipper, the muscles in his abdomen shifting as he worked down his pants with restraint. Vaguely, Blaine realized that he was supposed to be doing something right now involving his own pants, but when there was nothing left to cover Kurt’s body from his view than a pair of burgundy paisley McQueen briefs, he pretty much forgot his own name.
Kurt’s thighs-ohgod his thighs-were long and lean, toned and covered in light brown hair that Blaine wanted to rub his cheek against. His lips parted, desperate to tell Kurt how perfect he was, but then long, nimble fingers were sliding beneath the waistband of those briefs, pulling them out and down over the already half-hard cock between Kurt’s legs, and then there was nothing blocking Kurt from sight. A warm, shuddering breath passed through Blaine’s lips instead of words, but from the blush high on Kurt’s cheeks coupled with the nervous yet pleased smile tugging at his lips, Blaine suspected that exhalation had said more than any sentence possibly could have. Kurt had trimmed that thatch of coarse brown hair around his cock since last Thursday and ohgod what if that was what he’d been doing in the bathroom.
The steady thump of Blaine’s own pulse in his ears, the hardening of his cock trapped so uncomfortably in his pants-right, he was supposed to be taking those off-the sight of Kurt’s cock stiffening, it all made what had moments earlier been a slightly awkward silence turn absolutely screaming. Blaine wanted to fill the room with moans, with Kurt whispering his name, with the slick, wet sound of lube on skin, with a creaking shift of the mattress. He wanted it all and he wanted it now.
His eyes not leaving Kurt’s own, watching as Kurt watched him, Blaine slid his pants to the ankles before stepping out of them and his shoes. He wasn’t wearing anything as spectacular as the briefs Kurt had been wearing, just some plain black boxer briefs, but from the way Kurt’s eyes were roving over his thighs, over the length of his cock pressing against the fabric until he pushed them off-fully hard and desperate for attention at this point-he suspected that Kurt was a fan despite their lack of flair.
“Come here,” Kurt said, the words slicing through the silence and cutting it off just when Blaine was starting to think that he couldn’t take that relentless ringing in his ears for another second. Blaine had only just started to take his first step when his toe caught in the pile of his pants, sending him stumbling and almost falling face first (well, cock first, really) onto the floor. As embarrassment flashed hot across his face, Kurt rushed forward to steady him, his eyes wide. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Blaine lied, wishing nothing more than that he had the power to go back in time so that he could not almost meet the carpeting head-on mere moments after seeing another guy fully naked for the first time. Not exactly how he’d imagined it going in his head…
Kurt nodded in acknowledgment, the fingers of the hand that had reached out to grab hold of Blaine’s forearm lightly rubbing at the skin in a way that was probably supposed to be soothing. But all Blaine could think about was how perfect Kurt’s hand had felt on his cock. That was all it took.
Stepping forward without any real warning, Blaine kissed Kurt. It wasn’t like any kiss they’d shared so far but that had nothing to do with the movement of their lips and tongues.
When Blaine had closed the distance between them, it was different this time. With their newfound closeness, the head of his cock brushed against the shaft of Kurt’s and ohmygod it was the most incredible thing Blaine had ever felt in his entire life. A low moan poured into Blaine’s mouth just before Kurt pulled back, his chin dropping to his chest as he looked down.
“Oh my god,” Kurt said, “Blaine, look.” So he did.
It was the sexiest, most insanely masculine thing he’d ever seen. Their cocks were pressed together, not even doing anything other than touching. There wasn’t even any rubbing or stroking yet and god it was already so hot. His cock was so hard, the head so sensitive that even this light little touch was curling his toes into the carpet.
Kurt leaned his head against Blaine’s pressing their cheeks together as he reached out and circled his hand around both of their cocks.
“Oh fuck,” Blaine choked out, his hands latching onto Kurt’s biceps--so firm and strong-as Kurt really pressed their cocks together. His frenulum was pressed right against Kurt’s, that supersensitive spot being stimulated making his cock twitch in the light circle of Kurt’s hand.
“Mmm,” Kurt keened, the sound high and needy in his throat as he gripped them tighter. It was dry, just skin rubbing against skin and normally it would’ve been a little uncomfortable but because it was so new, all Blaine could do was hold on for dear life and nuzzle into Kurt’s cheek until he finally turned, allowing Blaine to capture his mouth in a desperate kiss.
It was a need for balance. Just standing there and feeling the way Kurt was barely stroking his fist up and down-no more than a few millimeters-was too much. That infintessimal little motion was just grinding the heads of their cocks together and holy fuck did it feel unbelievable. Blaine needed to do something or else he was going to completely lose it. His hips were already writhing, tension and pressure building in the pit of his stomach.
Kurt’s tongue was warm against his and Blaine wanted more. He sucked Kurt’s tongue into his mouth, using gentle suction as he stroked his tongue along Kurt’s. The grip on their cocks tightened before disappearing and Blaine was fairly certain that he’d never missed anything in his life as much as he missed the feeling of Kurt’s cock against his own as soon as it was gone. He whimpered and reached for Kurt, but he was backing away.
“On the bed,” Kurt said as he yanked back the covers. It was a command, not a request, and for reasons Blaine really didn’t understand, it made him even harder. His cock was aching, needing friction and touch and relief so much he had to physically restrain against the urge to wrap a hand around his cock.
Blaine quickly lay down on the clean white sheets, knowing that he should be feeling embarrassed and exposed but just wanting Kurt on top of him. It was something that he wanted so badly it was like he had tunnel vision, nothing mattering but that fully naked body of pale and firm skin, cock hard and ruddy and practically begging Blaine to touch it again. And god he wanted to.
But Kurt was rifling through the bedside table, a look of concentration on his face until his forehead relaxed and he pulled a bottle that Blaine immediately recognized from within. It was the same lube they’d used the week before and boy was Blaine glad to see it.
“I want to try a couple of different things, if that’s okay with you,” Kurt said, his voice soft as he climbed onto the bed, opening the lube and dribbling some onto his left palm as he spoke. Blaine just nodded, not trusting himself to speak at the moment, and watched as Kurt rubbed the lube between both of his hands, warming it and spreading it around for so long Blaine was again tempted to start jerking himself off just to relieve his poor aching cock.
But then Kurt was moving to straddle Blaine’s thighs, wrapping one hand around his own cock and one around Blaine’s. The palm and fingers touching him were warm and wet and the back of Blaine’s skull dug into the mattress as his eyes clenched shut. Kurt was so good at that, which of course made him wonder how much practice Kurt had on himself which just gave him even more personal masturbation fodder for future use. His spank bank had grown quite full in the last few weeks but he was sure that there was room for more. Always.
“Okay,” Kurt said, his voice barely audible over the whine that Blaine let out-how embarrassing-when he pulled his slippery, perfect hand away. Kurt dropped forward, balancing himself on one hand near Blaine’s ribs as he lowered his hips until his cock was again rubbing against Blaine’s.
“Fuck,” Blaine choked out, everything so slick and hot now, a far cry from the bit of dry rubbing they’d been doing a few minutes earlier. This felt positively sinful, like there was absolutely no way in hell anything could possibly feel this good. Kurt’s cock was so hard against his, the thick head of his cock pressed against his own and god, he’d thought that hands had felt good but this was absolutely unreal.
Kurt’s head ducked down until it was pressed against Blaine’s sternum and just after he sucked in a deep breath, Blaine felt Kurt’s hand wrap around them again, squeezing their cocks together and making Blaine let out a series of only vaguely human sounding noises. Up and down Kurt stroked, his hand sliding easily now.
It was so different than a regular hand job because there was always something there against the underside of his cock, a constant tease against his frenulum that turned into a scorching shock of pleasure every time Kurt’s fist slid back up to just below the heads of their cocks.
Their cocks. Because they were both involved in this. Jesus Christ that was just-
“I knew this would be amazing,” Kurt sighed, his forehead still digging a little uncomfortably into Blaine’s chest, but honestly, he would’ve put up with pretty much anything at the moment just so long as Kurt didn’t stop. Ever. Seriously, Blaine would drop out of school if they could just do this all the time. There was no way he’d ever get tired of it. It just wasn’t possible.
But for as good as it felt, the fist Kurt was trying to fully enclose their cocks with bringing an orgasm on as slow and sure and steady as the tides coming, it didn’t feel like enough. Kurt evidently felt the same way because he kept trying for a new grip, trying to get them tighter or faster or something, but the way he kept shifting was just never enough, apparently. And then, when Kurt slid his hand up just so, Blaine’s hips thrust up, the head of his cock pushing in and up against Kurt’s he rolled in. Kurt cried out and nearly lost his positioning, coming dangerously close to collapsing on top of Blaine. Not that he would’ve minded.
“Yes,” Kurt hissed out, loosening his grip so that he was more just keeping them together then holding them there. “Do that again.”
“What?” Blaine asked, still seeing stars a little from that drag that had made him react so much in the first place.
“Thrust against me. Do it again,” Kurt said. Blaine just looked up at Kurt, his eyes wide and dark, his mouth open as he huffed little breaths. God, Kurt was stunning.
“This?” Blaine asked, feeling a little cheeky as he rolled his hips up, using Kurt’s fist as a guide to keep him on the right track to slide along that perfect, beautiful length of Kurt’s cock. He realized that he was surely dragging up that big thick vein that he had already devoted more than one shower session to imagining licking over until Kurt came hard in his mouth.
God, what was his come going to taste like?
“Yes,” Kurt gritted out, his hand giving a momentary squeeze before again loosening. “That feels so good.”
“It does,” Blaine panted, his hips thrusting harder and harder, faster and shorter. The friction was incredible, every movement shoving him closer and closer to orgasm. His hands were clinging onto Kurt, pulling him closer, wanting him nearer. He couldn’t get closer, though, so he settled for grabbing the back of Kurt’s head and pulling him down for a kiss.
Kurt lost his balance for real that time, falling onto Blaine’s chest and moaning so loudly into Blaine’s mouth that he was incredibly glad that no one else was home. Actually, he kind of hoped that no one was home next door either, because damn that’d been loud. And damn was that hot.
Kurt’s tongue thrust against his, sliding in and out of Blaine’s mouth as Blaine grappled for whatever bits of Kurt’s skin he could get at-arms, sides, ass, neck, upper thighs. The intentional frotting had stopped, but everything felt warm and slick, the subtle movements of Kurt’s body on top of his as he responded to their kisses making their cocks rub together just a little bit.
“Fuck,” Blaine cried out as he felt Kurt move a little more deliberately against him. “Sit up.” Kurt wobbled a little as he did as Blaine requested. “Cross your legs.” Kurt cocked an eyebrow at him but obliged, folding those long perfect legs that were always covered by those pants that honestly Blaine was going to burn all of now that he knew what was always hiding beneath them. It was a crime, really, and the pants had to be punished.
Blaine grabbed the lube and re-slicked his own cock before taking Kurt in his hand, giving a few twisting pumps that left Kurt dropping back to prop himself up on his hands like he couldn’t sit up on his own anymore without the support. Blaine smirked at the reaction as he climbed onto Kurt’s lap, straddling his hips and lowering himself carefully until their cocks were lined up again. He felt like he had more control in his position and it had to be a hell of a lot easier than the way Kurt had been propping himself up on one hand the way he had been. And besides, it would be easy for Kurt to thrust up and he was already going for it.
As his hand mapped out the already damp skin of Blaine’s back, Kurt was constantly rocking his hips up, sliding the length of his cock against Blaine’s in the curl of Blaine’s fist, just slightly firmer than the hold Kurt had had on them. It was different. Not better or worse, just a completely new experience even though it was technically the same act. Thoughts blossomed and sparked in Blaine’s brain like Fourth of July fireworks-thoughts of how many different ways they could go about handjobs and making out and frotting through their pants. It had been a great idea for Kurt to suggest devoting a day to each, but what if they needed more than one day? Was that something he could suggest? Did he even want to or what that just make everything all the more complicated.
Kurt’s lips were at just the right level to mouth at Blaine’s neck, his nose nuzzling into Blaine’s jaw as he licked and kissed at the skin along the column of Blaine’s throat. Blaine wanted Kurt to give him a hickey. He’d never had one before-obviously-and the thought of Kurt sucking long and hard enough on his throat to give him one was just… amazing.
“So close,” Kurt breathed into his ear and yeah, Blaine was, too. Each thrust felt like heaven and rainbows and magic, heat and want yanking at his stomach, tugging at the base of his spine, sending him falling down the pit into pleasure. “Want to try one more thing.”
And then Blaine was falling right on top of Kurt, his hand trapped between their bodies as he tried to reorient himself. But Kurt was already straightening out his legs and pulling Blaine’s hands up and away, bringing them up near his head as he laced their fingers together. Blaine took the hint and pressed Kurt’s hands into the mattress as he repositioned his legs to stretch out inside of Kurt’s.
“Just move,” Kurt said, nipping at Blaine’s earlobe before licking a hot stripe up the shell. Blaine groaned and did as requested, his hips shifting, sliding easily on Kurt’s lower stomach right next to his cock. The sides were pressed together now instead of the undersides, but Kurt’s cock was still touching his. There was so much lube, making everything so hot and wet and slippery that Blaine was actually having to use Kurt’s hands as leverage to keep from again collapsing onto Kurt’s chest.
It was messy and sloppy, the grinding of their hips as they both thrust against each other. Each time the thrusts got big enough and the heads of their cocks would rub together, Blaine was absolutely not responsible for the filth that poured from his mouth-enough fucks and shits to put Deb Morgan on Dexter to shame.
It was too much, the constant slipslide, the heat, the full body contact that Blaine had barely had the chance to fully appreciate since he was so focused in on the feeling of another cock against his own-against his own-and they couldn’t have had more than a minute this new position before Blaine felt his that oh so familiar pressure in his balls.
“I’m coming,” he choked out, earning a whimper from Kurt who started thrusting frantically as Blaine went stiff, pleasure exploding from the places here his cock was sliding against Kurt’s perfect smooth skin and perfect perfect cock. He had no idea for how long he was frozen there, his hands pushing Kurt’s so hard into the mattress that it honestly had to have hurt, but eventually Kurt was yelling in his ear, his hips shoving up so hard into Blaine’s that he actually felt himself lift into the air from the force.
Everything was warmer and stickier, their come splattered between their bodies as they pressed their foreheads together and just breathed.
“Oh my god,” Kurt whispered, an adorable little smile playing at the corners of his lips. “That… was everything I’d imagined it would be.”
“I’m glad,” Blaine said. “And I’m hoping that next week is the same for me.”
“Blowjobs,” Kurt nodded, laughing a little and wiggling his fingers against Blaine’s until he finally let them go with a sheepish smile. Kurt smiled and cupped Blaine’s head in his hands, his thumbs trailing over his flushed cheeks. “It’s going to be great.”
“Absolutely,” Blaine grinned, ducking his head down to press a quick kiss to Kurt’s lips before pushing himself up and off of Kurt, looking down at himself and staring in wonder at the come everywhere. He trailed a finger through it, smearing it around and wondering if it was his or Kurt’s or both. Kurt moaned a little, prompting Blaine to snap his gaze over to his best friend.
“Please don’t do that, I can not get hard again right now, it would hurt too much,” Kurt said, laughing breezily as if it was the most normal and everyday kind of thing to say in the world.
Blaine just swallowed hard, his mouth and throat feeling dry and too tight, his gaze following Kurt as he stood and pulled a two towels from his closet. He tossed one to Blaine before swiping the come from his stomach. It took Blaine a few open-mouthed seconds to catch up and do the same.
The garage door rumbled beneath them and they stared at each other in horror for all of about two seconds before the mad scramble for clothing began. Blaine had never gotten dressed so fast in his entire life.
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Word Count: ~4300
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. Thank you so much to everyone for your patience this week. With Thanksgiving responsibilities, it was not possible for me to post yesterday. Thank you!!!!! :D
Blaine was aware of the fact that something should be different between himself and Kurt, but nothing was. Things were good. They’d done this three times now, getting together for… well, for sex. It felt weird saying that even to himself.
He was having sex. With Kurt. He, Blaine Anderson, had now had sex with Kurt Hummel two times. And they were getting ready for round three. And there would be many more times in the near future. It was enough to leave him tingling in anticipation as he sat on the edge of Kurt’s bed, waiting for him to get done doing whatever he was doing in the bathroom.
They were about to get completely naked with one another. They’d been close last time-shirtless with their cocks out-but this was going to be different. Just that act of removing pants and shucking off underwear until there was nothing between them but, well, nothing, was huge. Blaine rubbed his hands together and shifted a little, trying not to get nervous. He’d been fine, completely and totally ready for this, but this waiting was getting to him.
What was Kurt doing in there anyway? There was no sense in primping when they were just going to get all messed up anyway. Kurt was his best friend and he loved him but honestly, sometimes Blaine just didn’t understand why Kurt did the things he did. If he wanted to brush his teeth or something, fine, but that wouldn’t have taken this long.
But what if he wasn’t brushing his teeth?
What if he was doing what he’d done before they’d gotten together last Thursday?
Blaine stood and attempted to look casual as he strolled across the room, putting a hand in his pocket and pulling his bottom lip between his teeth. He turned at the foot of the bed like he was just taking in the space (which was of course ridiculous since Blaine practically knew Kurt’s bedroom as well as he knew his own), and allowed his gaze to briefly flick to the bathroom door directly across the hall.
What if Kurt really was jerking off in there? He’d told Blaine that he’d done it. Did he want Blaine to go in there?
Oh god. What if Kurt was waiting for Blaine to come join him and-
“Sorry about that,” Kurt said, the bathroom door abruptly pulling open. Blaine stuffed his other hand in his pocket, attempting for a look of nonchalance he was fairly certain he was completely failing to achieve.
When Kurt entered the room and shut the door, spinning the lock and attempting to turn the knob just to be sure it was engaged, Blaine looked at him carefully. He didn’t look as flushed and relaxed as he had when he’d opened the door the Thursday before. Maybe he hadn’t been masturbating.
“No problem,” Blaine said, his voice a little high. He cleared his throat and was suddenly aware of how quiet it was. There was no sound at all aside from his own breaths-which, when in the hell had they gotten so loud?-and Kurt’s feet on the carpeting as he made his way over to the bed.
“I was just getting ready,” Kurt said.
“You’re sure wearing a lot of clothes for a guy who was getting ready to get naked,” Blaine teased, reaching for the bowtie around his neck and pulling the knot loose until it came off easily in his hand. Kurt blushed, his eyes fixated on the work Blaine’s hands were doing, and started unbuttoning the vest and then the crisp white shirt he was wearing.
Oh, so that was how this was going to be.
Blaine quirked an eyebrow and took a step forward, letting the bow tie slip from his fingers to land on the carpet before pulling his navy sweater vest over his head. He’d just been planning to take off the bow tie before they got started, but if it was going take this turn, Blaine definitely wasn’t disappointed.
Kurt’s chest was rising and falling more quickly, something all the more evident now that the only thing covering it from view was a t-shirt so thin Blaine could see two perfect dark pink nipples through the material. It took a good deal of self-restraint for Blaine to keep from licking his lips at the sight, but at the risk of looking like a total lecher, he pushed said tongue against the roof of his mouth and quickly unbuttoned his own shirt. He pulled it off his shoulders, the cool air of the room hitting his skin, his nipples pebbling due to the chill and the swirls of arousal winding through him.
In the years since Blaine had first realized that the sight of naked pecs did a hell of a lot more for him than boobs, he’d seen pictures of a lot of guys shirtless. A quick Google search for that exact thing had brought him to his very own first intentional orgasm-entirely of Ryan Reynolds’ doing-but nothing compared to seeing it first hand when it was intended for him. Blaine was incredibly good at fantasizing, at closing his eyes and willing anyone to be in front of him when he stroked his cock, but having a real guy standing before him, taking off his shirt for him, breathing heavily with his cock visibly getting hard in his pants for him… no fantasy could beat that. Not even the one with Chris Pine and the handcuffs and that had lead to more orgasms in one night than Blaine had ever thought possible.
Kurt’s body was beautiful. So much more muscular than most would guess with strong arms and a toned torso but god, Blaine just wanted to see Kurt’s legs. Those he’d never seen. Not really. There had always been shorts-or the occasional skirt that while Blaine understood how Kurt felt that fashion has no gender, he just really didn’t get it no matter how good Kurt looked in them-in the way. But now Kurt’s fingers were on his own zipper, the muscles in his abdomen shifting as he worked down his pants with restraint. Vaguely, Blaine realized that he was supposed to be doing something right now involving his own pants, but when there was nothing left to cover Kurt’s body from his view than a pair of burgundy paisley McQueen briefs, he pretty much forgot his own name.
Kurt’s thighs-ohgod his thighs-were long and lean, toned and covered in light brown hair that Blaine wanted to rub his cheek against. His lips parted, desperate to tell Kurt how perfect he was, but then long, nimble fingers were sliding beneath the waistband of those briefs, pulling them out and down over the already half-hard cock between Kurt’s legs, and then there was nothing blocking Kurt from sight. A warm, shuddering breath passed through Blaine’s lips instead of words, but from the blush high on Kurt’s cheeks coupled with the nervous yet pleased smile tugging at his lips, Blaine suspected that exhalation had said more than any sentence possibly could have. Kurt had trimmed that thatch of coarse brown hair around his cock since last Thursday and ohgod what if that was what he’d been doing in the bathroom.
The steady thump of Blaine’s own pulse in his ears, the hardening of his cock trapped so uncomfortably in his pants-right, he was supposed to be taking those off-the sight of Kurt’s cock stiffening, it all made what had moments earlier been a slightly awkward silence turn absolutely screaming. Blaine wanted to fill the room with moans, with Kurt whispering his name, with the slick, wet sound of lube on skin, with a creaking shift of the mattress. He wanted it all and he wanted it now.
His eyes not leaving Kurt’s own, watching as Kurt watched him, Blaine slid his pants to the ankles before stepping out of them and his shoes. He wasn’t wearing anything as spectacular as the briefs Kurt had been wearing, just some plain black boxer briefs, but from the way Kurt’s eyes were roving over his thighs, over the length of his cock pressing against the fabric until he pushed them off-fully hard and desperate for attention at this point-he suspected that Kurt was a fan despite their lack of flair.
“Come here,” Kurt said, the words slicing through the silence and cutting it off just when Blaine was starting to think that he couldn’t take that relentless ringing in his ears for another second. Blaine had only just started to take his first step when his toe caught in the pile of his pants, sending him stumbling and almost falling face first (well, cock first, really) onto the floor. As embarrassment flashed hot across his face, Kurt rushed forward to steady him, his eyes wide. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” Blaine lied, wishing nothing more than that he had the power to go back in time so that he could not almost meet the carpeting head-on mere moments after seeing another guy fully naked for the first time. Not exactly how he’d imagined it going in his head…
Kurt nodded in acknowledgment, the fingers of the hand that had reached out to grab hold of Blaine’s forearm lightly rubbing at the skin in a way that was probably supposed to be soothing. But all Blaine could think about was how perfect Kurt’s hand had felt on his cock. That was all it took.
Stepping forward without any real warning, Blaine kissed Kurt. It wasn’t like any kiss they’d shared so far but that had nothing to do with the movement of their lips and tongues.
When Blaine had closed the distance between them, it was different this time. With their newfound closeness, the head of his cock brushed against the shaft of Kurt’s and ohmygod it was the most incredible thing Blaine had ever felt in his entire life. A low moan poured into Blaine’s mouth just before Kurt pulled back, his chin dropping to his chest as he looked down.
“Oh my god,” Kurt said, “Blaine, look.” So he did.
It was the sexiest, most insanely masculine thing he’d ever seen. Their cocks were pressed together, not even doing anything other than touching. There wasn’t even any rubbing or stroking yet and god it was already so hot. His cock was so hard, the head so sensitive that even this light little touch was curling his toes into the carpet.
Kurt leaned his head against Blaine’s pressing their cheeks together as he reached out and circled his hand around both of their cocks.
“Oh fuck,” Blaine choked out, his hands latching onto Kurt’s biceps--so firm and strong-as Kurt really pressed their cocks together. His frenulum was pressed right against Kurt’s, that supersensitive spot being stimulated making his cock twitch in the light circle of Kurt’s hand.
“Mmm,” Kurt keened, the sound high and needy in his throat as he gripped them tighter. It was dry, just skin rubbing against skin and normally it would’ve been a little uncomfortable but because it was so new, all Blaine could do was hold on for dear life and nuzzle into Kurt’s cheek until he finally turned, allowing Blaine to capture his mouth in a desperate kiss.
It was a need for balance. Just standing there and feeling the way Kurt was barely stroking his fist up and down-no more than a few millimeters-was too much. That infintessimal little motion was just grinding the heads of their cocks together and holy fuck did it feel unbelievable. Blaine needed to do something or else he was going to completely lose it. His hips were already writhing, tension and pressure building in the pit of his stomach.
Kurt’s tongue was warm against his and Blaine wanted more. He sucked Kurt’s tongue into his mouth, using gentle suction as he stroked his tongue along Kurt’s. The grip on their cocks tightened before disappearing and Blaine was fairly certain that he’d never missed anything in his life as much as he missed the feeling of Kurt’s cock against his own as soon as it was gone. He whimpered and reached for Kurt, but he was backing away.
“On the bed,” Kurt said as he yanked back the covers. It was a command, not a request, and for reasons Blaine really didn’t understand, it made him even harder. His cock was aching, needing friction and touch and relief so much he had to physically restrain against the urge to wrap a hand around his cock.
Blaine quickly lay down on the clean white sheets, knowing that he should be feeling embarrassed and exposed but just wanting Kurt on top of him. It was something that he wanted so badly it was like he had tunnel vision, nothing mattering but that fully naked body of pale and firm skin, cock hard and ruddy and practically begging Blaine to touch it again. And god he wanted to.
But Kurt was rifling through the bedside table, a look of concentration on his face until his forehead relaxed and he pulled a bottle that Blaine immediately recognized from within. It was the same lube they’d used the week before and boy was Blaine glad to see it.
“I want to try a couple of different things, if that’s okay with you,” Kurt said, his voice soft as he climbed onto the bed, opening the lube and dribbling some onto his left palm as he spoke. Blaine just nodded, not trusting himself to speak at the moment, and watched as Kurt rubbed the lube between both of his hands, warming it and spreading it around for so long Blaine was again tempted to start jerking himself off just to relieve his poor aching cock.
But then Kurt was moving to straddle Blaine’s thighs, wrapping one hand around his own cock and one around Blaine’s. The palm and fingers touching him were warm and wet and the back of Blaine’s skull dug into the mattress as his eyes clenched shut. Kurt was so good at that, which of course made him wonder how much practice Kurt had on himself which just gave him even more personal masturbation fodder for future use. His spank bank had grown quite full in the last few weeks but he was sure that there was room for more. Always.
“Okay,” Kurt said, his voice barely audible over the whine that Blaine let out-how embarrassing-when he pulled his slippery, perfect hand away. Kurt dropped forward, balancing himself on one hand near Blaine’s ribs as he lowered his hips until his cock was again rubbing against Blaine’s.
“Fuck,” Blaine choked out, everything so slick and hot now, a far cry from the bit of dry rubbing they’d been doing a few minutes earlier. This felt positively sinful, like there was absolutely no way in hell anything could possibly feel this good. Kurt’s cock was so hard against his, the thick head of his cock pressed against his own and god, he’d thought that hands had felt good but this was absolutely unreal.
Kurt’s head ducked down until it was pressed against Blaine’s sternum and just after he sucked in a deep breath, Blaine felt Kurt’s hand wrap around them again, squeezing their cocks together and making Blaine let out a series of only vaguely human sounding noises. Up and down Kurt stroked, his hand sliding easily now.
It was so different than a regular hand job because there was always something there against the underside of his cock, a constant tease against his frenulum that turned into a scorching shock of pleasure every time Kurt’s fist slid back up to just below the heads of their cocks.
Their cocks. Because they were both involved in this. Jesus Christ that was just-
“I knew this would be amazing,” Kurt sighed, his forehead still digging a little uncomfortably into Blaine’s chest, but honestly, he would’ve put up with pretty much anything at the moment just so long as Kurt didn’t stop. Ever. Seriously, Blaine would drop out of school if they could just do this all the time. There was no way he’d ever get tired of it. It just wasn’t possible.
But for as good as it felt, the fist Kurt was trying to fully enclose their cocks with bringing an orgasm on as slow and sure and steady as the tides coming, it didn’t feel like enough. Kurt evidently felt the same way because he kept trying for a new grip, trying to get them tighter or faster or something, but the way he kept shifting was just never enough, apparently. And then, when Kurt slid his hand up just so, Blaine’s hips thrust up, the head of his cock pushing in and up against Kurt’s he rolled in. Kurt cried out and nearly lost his positioning, coming dangerously close to collapsing on top of Blaine. Not that he would’ve minded.
“Yes,” Kurt hissed out, loosening his grip so that he was more just keeping them together then holding them there. “Do that again.”
“What?” Blaine asked, still seeing stars a little from that drag that had made him react so much in the first place.
“Thrust against me. Do it again,” Kurt said. Blaine just looked up at Kurt, his eyes wide and dark, his mouth open as he huffed little breaths. God, Kurt was stunning.
“This?” Blaine asked, feeling a little cheeky as he rolled his hips up, using Kurt’s fist as a guide to keep him on the right track to slide along that perfect, beautiful length of Kurt’s cock. He realized that he was surely dragging up that big thick vein that he had already devoted more than one shower session to imagining licking over until Kurt came hard in his mouth.
God, what was his come going to taste like?
“Yes,” Kurt gritted out, his hand giving a momentary squeeze before again loosening. “That feels so good.”
“It does,” Blaine panted, his hips thrusting harder and harder, faster and shorter. The friction was incredible, every movement shoving him closer and closer to orgasm. His hands were clinging onto Kurt, pulling him closer, wanting him nearer. He couldn’t get closer, though, so he settled for grabbing the back of Kurt’s head and pulling him down for a kiss.
Kurt lost his balance for real that time, falling onto Blaine’s chest and moaning so loudly into Blaine’s mouth that he was incredibly glad that no one else was home. Actually, he kind of hoped that no one was home next door either, because damn that’d been loud. And damn was that hot.
Kurt’s tongue thrust against his, sliding in and out of Blaine’s mouth as Blaine grappled for whatever bits of Kurt’s skin he could get at-arms, sides, ass, neck, upper thighs. The intentional frotting had stopped, but everything felt warm and slick, the subtle movements of Kurt’s body on top of his as he responded to their kisses making their cocks rub together just a little bit.
“Fuck,” Blaine cried out as he felt Kurt move a little more deliberately against him. “Sit up.” Kurt wobbled a little as he did as Blaine requested. “Cross your legs.” Kurt cocked an eyebrow at him but obliged, folding those long perfect legs that were always covered by those pants that honestly Blaine was going to burn all of now that he knew what was always hiding beneath them. It was a crime, really, and the pants had to be punished.
Blaine grabbed the lube and re-slicked his own cock before taking Kurt in his hand, giving a few twisting pumps that left Kurt dropping back to prop himself up on his hands like he couldn’t sit up on his own anymore without the support. Blaine smirked at the reaction as he climbed onto Kurt’s lap, straddling his hips and lowering himself carefully until their cocks were lined up again. He felt like he had more control in his position and it had to be a hell of a lot easier than the way Kurt had been propping himself up on one hand the way he had been. And besides, it would be easy for Kurt to thrust up and he was already going for it.
As his hand mapped out the already damp skin of Blaine’s back, Kurt was constantly rocking his hips up, sliding the length of his cock against Blaine’s in the curl of Blaine’s fist, just slightly firmer than the hold Kurt had had on them. It was different. Not better or worse, just a completely new experience even though it was technically the same act. Thoughts blossomed and sparked in Blaine’s brain like Fourth of July fireworks-thoughts of how many different ways they could go about handjobs and making out and frotting through their pants. It had been a great idea for Kurt to suggest devoting a day to each, but what if they needed more than one day? Was that something he could suggest? Did he even want to or what that just make everything all the more complicated.
Kurt’s lips were at just the right level to mouth at Blaine’s neck, his nose nuzzling into Blaine’s jaw as he licked and kissed at the skin along the column of Blaine’s throat. Blaine wanted Kurt to give him a hickey. He’d never had one before-obviously-and the thought of Kurt sucking long and hard enough on his throat to give him one was just… amazing.
“So close,” Kurt breathed into his ear and yeah, Blaine was, too. Each thrust felt like heaven and rainbows and magic, heat and want yanking at his stomach, tugging at the base of his spine, sending him falling down the pit into pleasure. “Want to try one more thing.”
And then Blaine was falling right on top of Kurt, his hand trapped between their bodies as he tried to reorient himself. But Kurt was already straightening out his legs and pulling Blaine’s hands up and away, bringing them up near his head as he laced their fingers together. Blaine took the hint and pressed Kurt’s hands into the mattress as he repositioned his legs to stretch out inside of Kurt’s.
“Just move,” Kurt said, nipping at Blaine’s earlobe before licking a hot stripe up the shell. Blaine groaned and did as requested, his hips shifting, sliding easily on Kurt’s lower stomach right next to his cock. The sides were pressed together now instead of the undersides, but Kurt’s cock was still touching his. There was so much lube, making everything so hot and wet and slippery that Blaine was actually having to use Kurt’s hands as leverage to keep from again collapsing onto Kurt’s chest.
It was messy and sloppy, the grinding of their hips as they both thrust against each other. Each time the thrusts got big enough and the heads of their cocks would rub together, Blaine was absolutely not responsible for the filth that poured from his mouth-enough fucks and shits to put Deb Morgan on Dexter to shame.
It was too much, the constant slipslide, the heat, the full body contact that Blaine had barely had the chance to fully appreciate since he was so focused in on the feeling of another cock against his own-against his own-and they couldn’t have had more than a minute this new position before Blaine felt his that oh so familiar pressure in his balls.
“I’m coming,” he choked out, earning a whimper from Kurt who started thrusting frantically as Blaine went stiff, pleasure exploding from the places here his cock was sliding against Kurt’s perfect smooth skin and perfect perfect cock. He had no idea for how long he was frozen there, his hands pushing Kurt’s so hard into the mattress that it honestly had to have hurt, but eventually Kurt was yelling in his ear, his hips shoving up so hard into Blaine’s that he actually felt himself lift into the air from the force.
Everything was warmer and stickier, their come splattered between their bodies as they pressed their foreheads together and just breathed.
“Oh my god,” Kurt whispered, an adorable little smile playing at the corners of his lips. “That… was everything I’d imagined it would be.”
“I’m glad,” Blaine said. “And I’m hoping that next week is the same for me.”
“Blowjobs,” Kurt nodded, laughing a little and wiggling his fingers against Blaine’s until he finally let them go with a sheepish smile. Kurt smiled and cupped Blaine’s head in his hands, his thumbs trailing over his flushed cheeks. “It’s going to be great.”
“Absolutely,” Blaine grinned, ducking his head down to press a quick kiss to Kurt’s lips before pushing himself up and off of Kurt, looking down at himself and staring in wonder at the come everywhere. He trailed a finger through it, smearing it around and wondering if it was his or Kurt’s or both. Kurt moaned a little, prompting Blaine to snap his gaze over to his best friend.
“Please don’t do that, I can not get hard again right now, it would hurt too much,” Kurt said, laughing breezily as if it was the most normal and everyday kind of thing to say in the world.
Blaine just swallowed hard, his mouth and throat feeling dry and too tight, his gaze following Kurt as he stood and pulled a two towels from his closet. He tossed one to Blaine before swiping the come from his stomach. It took Blaine a few open-mouthed seconds to catch up and do the same.
The garage door rumbled beneath them and they stared at each other in horror for all of about two seconds before the mad scramble for clothing began. Blaine had never gotten dressed so fast in his entire life.