Kurt/Blaine: This Side (9/12?)
Title: This Side (9/12?)
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Word Count: ~3800
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. I apologize a billion times over for being such a shit about replying to comments. I fully intend to get back into doing this, but life has been so crazy that I just haven't been able to. I appreciate every single comment and cherish them and I'm sorry that I haven't been responding in kind. <3 <3 <3
Blaine prided himself on being a pretty smart guy. He always earned As in his classes and had always been told that he was fairly good at the non-book smart things as well. That was why he was absolutely certain that something was wrong with Kurt, but was utterly and completely frustrated with himself for not being able to figure out what it. He had literally pounded his forehead against the wall over this. More than once.
After their rather incredible encounter on Thursday evening, things had been fine. But then they hadn’t been. Kurt hadn’t been outright rude or distant. It was more just that something was always lurking behind those beautiful eyes. It wasn’t sadness or hurt or anything like that. It wasn’t anything close to the way Kurt had looked back when Blaine had first met him and he’d always looked so broken. Blaine didn’t know what it was, but it was something and it wasn’t going away.
So on Thursday, when Kurt was straddling his lap with his tongue in Blaine’s mouth, his balls rubbing gently against Blaine’s hardening cock, Blaine just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Kurt, what’s wrong?” he asked, pulling his mouth away only to have Kurt chase it with his own, his gaze fixed on Blaine’s lips like a sniper honing in on its target.
“Nothing,” Kurt said, the exasperation in his voice obvious as Blaine moved away from Kurt’s lips.
“Come on, don’t lie to me. You’ve been acting weird for days.”
“Name one thing I’ve done that's been weird,” Kurt challenged, rocking his hips forward a bit, obviously hoping to get Blaine’s mind back on track. But Blaine was having none of it. He sighed and gripped hard onto Kurt’s hips, stilling his movements and looking up at him.
“It’s nothing you’ve done, it’s just-“
“Good, can we get back to it then, please? Being accused of acting strangely does nothing for my libido, believe it or not,” Kurt said. Blaine sighed and leaned back against the headboard, letting his head thunk against the wood as he closed his eyes. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this today.”
“Will you just stop?” Blaine asked, his nose scrunching up in disgust as Kurt tried to give him the icy wrath routine that never failed to piss Blaine off royally. “We said that if either of us was starting to feel weird that this would stop and you’ve been acting differently all week. But then as soon as I get over here, you’ve been all over me, not letting me say two words when it’s the only alone time we’ve had since Thursday and I just want to talk to you for two seconds about whether everything’s okay with you right now.”
“I’m fine,” Kurt gritted out, fisting both hands in the front of Blaine’s shirt. “I’ve been really looking forward to today and-“
“And so have I, but Kurt, your actions right now are not showing me that you’re okay with everything. Just… please just tell me what’s wrong,” Blaine pleaded, stroking his hands up Kurt’s arms, already bare because Kurt had stripped off his own shirt before he had even kissed Blaine for the first time that day.
It wasn’t that Blaine didn’t enjoy this bold side to Kurt, it was just that it seemed as though Kurt was bound and determined to just get right to things in a different way than he had before. Honestly, it was throwing up a lot of really scary red flags.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Kurt said, his shoulders slumping a little as his fingers started to play with the hem of Blaine’s shirt, “I’ve just been trying to fit something into my head and it’s not working. And because of that, I’ve been trying to keep it all business today.”
“What are you trying to fit in your head?” Blaine asked, raising a curious eyebrow at him as his fingers skimmed over Kurt’s ribs lightly enough to make Kurt shiver. Kurt’s jaw set and his lips pushed into a tight line. About to abandon the topic and say that yes Kurt was right, they really shouldn’t do this today, Blaine sighed and started to move when Kurt finally spoke.
“It’s about what you said last Thursday. Or rather, what you don’t remember saying,” Kurt admitted, only looking Blaine in the eye after he’d finished speaking. Blaine’s heart sank to the pit of his stomach.
Shit.
“Kurt, whatever it was, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry that it’s been upsetting you so much.”
“That’s the thing you’re not getting. I’m not upset by it at all. And I know that you didn’t mean it, but you still said it and so I think it’s best if we just… I don’t know,” he said with a sigh, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Do you honestly not remember what you said?”
“I swear I don’t,” Blaine said, sitting up straight again and feeling his chest ache all over as he looked up at Kurt. Kurt who was struggling with whatever awful or disgusting thing Blaine had said while coming his brains out. “Can you tell me what I said so I’ll know how to make it up to you?”
“You…” Kurt started but broke off, giving Blaine a look that screamed “I really don’t want to do this” but then he sighed and finished. “You said that you loved me.”
Time stopped for a second.
All this time, Blaine had thought that he’d screamed out some kind of perverse dirty talk, but this...
“Kurt,” Blaine said, the word sounding a little broken as he reached up and cradled Kurt’s jaw in his hand. Kurt brushed it away, but Blaine clung onto that dismissing hand, lacing their fingers together and watching on as Kurt stared down at their intertwined digits.
“Don’t,” Kurt said softly.
“Hey, look at me,” Blaine gently ordered. “I do love you, Kurt. You’re my best friend, you’re… I don’t know how to describe how I feel about you. You’re so important to me. I do love you-“
“Just not like that, I know,” Kurt interjected. “I’ve been wondering all week if we should stop this because of that and-“
“If you want to stop, we’ll stop. But from my end, everything is fine. I’m really sorry that I said that and confused you. The last thing I ever want to do is upset you,” Blaine said, releasing his grip on Kurt’s hand to slide both arms around his waist.
“I know…” Kurt trailed off, leaning in to rest his forehead against Blaine’s. “I was just so disappointed… because I thought we were going to have to stop so close to the end of this.” Blaine nodded and pressed his hands firmly against Kurt’s lower back, pulling him closer by the soft, smooth skin beneath his fingers.
“If you want to stop-“
“I don’t want to. Not at all. But if you want to-“
“I definitely don’t,” Blaine said, smiling softly at Kurt.
“Well then we should probably get back to it. I did win the coin toss after all,” Kurt said, sounding like he was starting to get back to himself, something that made Blaine’s whole body sag with relief.
“I thought winning would be receiving first,” Blaine teased with a wink.
“Hmm,” Kurt said, pretending to think it over as he slid his hands beneath Blaine’s shirt, slowly inching it up his stomach. “No, I still think I won.” Blaine laughed, the sound of it low and rough. It made Kurt’s smile disappear, his fingers grab tightly onto Blaine’s shirt so he could yank it off roughly. It caught for a moment around Blaine’s chin, but Kurt pulled it free and threw it over his shoulder, dragging fingers down Blaine’s chest and stomach as his eyes drank in the sight. Blaine felt so exposed beneath Kurt’s hungry gaze, his breath catching in his throat as Kurt bent over to lick over his right nipple.
“God, Kurt,” Blaine moaned, his fingers lacing in Kurt’s wonderfully thick hair as he repeatedly flicked the very tip of his tongue against the hardened nub. Grinning a little against his chest, Kurt kissed his way across to the other nipple, sucking and licking over it as he pulled and twisted lightly at the other. “Wow.”
“What was that?” Kurt asked, tweaking that one a little harder at the same time that his hips slid forward to rub against Blaine’s cock again.
“You’re kind of evil,” Blaine choked out, the tail end of the sentiment rising in pitch as Kurt reached down to palm him through his pants.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kurt deadpanned. “Now lie down for me.” All Blaine could do was nod dumbly and do as Kurt requested as soon as possible. Kurt didn’t get up, just rose on his knees, giving Blaine barely enough room to slide down the mattress until Kurt was straddling his chest.
“You look really good like that,” Blaine blurted, unable to help himself as he stared up at Kurt’s gorgeous body all long and lean above him, his hair mussed from Blaine’s fingers, his lips reddened from their work on Blaine’s chest.
“Can I try something?” Kurt asked, reaching a hand down to trail over Blaine’s cheek, “Just for a minute? I’m… curious.”
“Of course,” Blaine whispered, wetting his lips and waiting in wonder, trying to think of what Kurt could possibly want to do.
Biting lightly on his bottom lip as he stared down at Blaine’s face-well, his mouth in particular-Kurt worked the button and zipper of his own pants undone.
No.
Way.
Blaine’s mouth dropped open and Kurt gave out a little strangled noise as he pulled his fully hard cock from his briefs.
“Are you sure?” Kurt asked, his voice already sounding completely wrecked just at the prospect of what he was about to do.
“Fuck yes,” Blaine said without even realizing, reaching for Kurt’s hips and urging him forward. Leaning forward to grasp one hand onto the top of the headboard while the other kept a firm grip on his cock, Kurt moved up and forward until he was leaning over Blaine’s head, his cock ready to be lowered into Blaine’s mouth.
Kurt’s cock was so close to his face, the angle so different than the last time Blaine had taken Kurt in his mouth that it felt completely new all over again. He wanted to bury his nose in that dark brown hair and make Kurt moan and shake with want above him. He wanted to taste Kurt’s come on his tongue. He wanted so much but this wasn’t the time for it. Kurt just wanted to try this and then they would get back on track.
Blaine tried hard not to be disappointed.
“Okay,” Kurt said, nodding and lowering his hips until the head of his cock brushed against Blaine’s open lips. Blaine craned his neck at the same time Kurt thrust forward, his knees digging into the mattress alongside Blaine’s ribs as he moved. And then Kurt’s cock was in Blaine’s mouth.
Blaine had really missed the stretch of his lips around it even though it had only been a week. It was something that he’d loved even more than he’d ever imagined, though. Everything about it was just perfect--the way Kurt’s skin tasted, the reactions he got, the feel of it against his tongue. Yes, Blaine really, really loved giving head. But this was different. He wasn’t in control here. Kurt was.
Once his cock had slid about halfway inside, Kurt released his hold on the base and instead laced those fingers in Blaine’s hair. Exhaling loudly, Kurt pulled back until just the head was left in Blaine’s mouth-which he busied himself by swirling over with his tongue while Kurt did his thing-and then Kurt was thrusting forward, pulling Blaine’s head in closer at the same time.
In an instant, Kurt’s cock was deeper in his mouth than it had been during either of his previous attempts at such. Blaine moaned around it, his fingers sliding around to dig into Kurt’s asscheeks, willing him closer yet. Kurt cried out and gripped harder onto Blaine’s hair, starting up a slow rhythm that gave Blaine enough time to work out what exactly to do on his end in order to make it even better for Kurt.
Each time Kurt pulled back out of Blaine’s mouth, he’d suck a little harder. Each time he’d push back in, Blaine would slide his tongue back up the length. He forgot himself in the taste of precome, the steady pistoning of Kurt’s hips, the moans clawing their way from Kurt’s chest. He was so invested in what he was doing that when Kurt pulled all the way out, he was powerless to stop the whine that came out of him.
“I’m sorry. I got so close,” Kurt breathed out, dropping back to sit on his heels as he pressed a hand to his chest and tried to catch his breath. That was all it took.
Kurt’s pants were still only worked down to about mid-thigh, so Blaine pushed Kurt onto his back and yanked them off. The shocked look on Kurt’s face didn’t leave. In fact, it only grew more surprised as Blaine urged Kurt’s legs up and dropped to the mattress between them.
“Blaine, no. It’s… you’re supposed to go first,” Kurt said, trying to sit up. Blaine just reached forward to plant a hand in the middle of Kurt’s chest and push harder than he probably should have until Kurt went toppling backward.
“I don’t care,” was all he got out before spreading Kurt’s asscheeks apart and licking across the puckered skin.
“Blaine!” Kurt cried out, his hands grappling for Blaine’s head.
Blaine had always found the idea of rimming a little odd. It looked hot in porn but when he’d thought about actually doing it, he’d expected a little trepidation on his end. Not in the moment, though. All he wanted to do was make Kurt come. And not just come but come hard. So that was precisely what he was out to do.
He trailed circles around Kurt’s asshole, keeping his tongue loose for a few sweeps before stiffening it and pressing a little more insistently, but not hard enough to actually work its way inside. Not yet.
Kurt was writhing above him, not even really saying words, but he was definitely stroking his cock and Blaine just couldn’t have that. He needed to be the one to make Kurt come, so he gently pushed Kurt’s hand away and started lightly jerking him off while still gently licking all the while.
He alternated between kisses and licks, pausing every so often to suck just a little at the pucker, something that Kurt seemed to really enjoy if the volume of his moans were any indication. His tongue never stopped moving, just kept swirling and swiping, tasting and re-tasting every millimeter of this newly chartered skin until he couldn’t wait any longer.
Pushing his tongue against Kurt’s asshole with more force than before, he managed to work it just barely inside just as his hand slid up to the head of Kurt’s cock.
“Blaine,” Kurt choked out as he came. Blaine could feel the warmth of Kurt’s come on his fingers as he stroked him through his orgasm while placing wet, lazy, kisses with excessive amounts of tongue to Kurt’s asshole. “Oh Blaine…”
As Kurt started to squirm away from Blaine’s touch, he finally stopped, sitting up and swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Kurt looked positively ruined-bright red cheeks, heaving chest, cock sated and softening against his stomach.
“Was that okay?” Blaine asked.
“Are you kidding me?” Kurt countered, sitting up and grabbing Blaine by the back of the neck to pull him in for a deep kiss. Blaine made a little squeaking noise that was honestly a little embarrassing, but Kurt’s hand was already on Blaine’s zipper and he could feel himself being lowered to the bed. “It was amazing.”
“Oh,” Blaine said his voice a good octave higher than usual as Kurt quickly made Blaine’s pants disappear off his legs and to some unknown location on Kurt’s bedroom floor. His boxer briefs, though, Kurt left in place as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Blaine’s balls through the navy blue fabric.
Scrambling to get in position, Blaine propped himself up on his elbows to watch the show. In a broad stripe, Kurt licked up Blaine’s cock through his underwear, following along as it curved toward his hip from its trapped position beneath the fabric. When Kurt reached the head, he lowered his mouth and sucked on it, tongue moving over the thin cotton until it was wet and sticking to the skin below.
That Blaine had not been expecting. Nor had he expected to get facefucked that evening. Blaine had always been a fan of surprises.
“Kurt…” Blaine started and honestly, he’d really meant to finish what he was trying to say. But then Kurt was peeling of his underwear and kissing down his legs and before Blaine could even process the fact that he was fully nude, Kurt was asking him to turn over and get up on his knees.
Blaine tried to speak, but all that came out was some kind of grunt that left Kurt laughing and Blaine confused as to where all of his communication skills had gone all of a sudden. So he just did as asked, raising himself to all fours and looking over his shoulder to see Kurt staring down with his mouth partway open. Kurt licked along his bottom lip before spreading his cheeks with both hands, leaning down, and pressing a kiss to Blaine’s asshole.
Everything was so sensitive down there that the warm softness of Kurt’s tentatively pressed lips was enough to make Blaine’s hips buck. Kurt chuckled softly and did it again, this time just barely making contact with his tongue at the very end.
“Yes,” Blaine breathed out at the touch. Kurt’s hands gripped hard at his hips and pulled him back to meet his mouth as he started to lave Blaine’s ass with long, incredibly wet licks.
Everything was so warm and wet, a dizzying combination of tongue and lips and moans that vibrated through every cell of his body. His cock was so hard it hurt and he wanted nothing more than to grab on and stroke until he had some relief, but it would have been near impossible in his position, so he just waited. Kurt would take care of him.
The dig of Kurt’s fingertips into his skin was a little dizzying and yet somehow also managed to keep him anchored in reality because nothing on earth could possibly feel as good as this felt. Every sweep of Kurt’s tongue sent a throbbing wave of pleasure through Blaine’s groin. He kept switching things up-slow loose circles, then fast hard ones. Blaine couldn’t find a rhythm to Kurt’s actions and therefore stopped trying to anticipate them before they happened. Everything felt so good, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Kurt, please,” Blaine begged, his eyes clenching shut so hard that tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.
“Okay,” Kurt whispered, and almost immediately, Blaine felt a hand close around his cock.
“Oh thank you,” Blaine whimpered, his hips involuntarily thrusting into the curl of Kurt’s fist. Kurt just hummed in acknowledgement before getting back to it, but this time, he moved his tongue hard enough against Blaine’s asshole to push through until just the very tip of his tongue was inside. “Kurt.”
In time with his hand on Blaine’s cock, Kurt started to work is tongue inside, deeper and deeper with each little thrust. Every few seconds, Blaine could feel the hot exhalations of Kurt’s breath against his ass as his tongue slid inside of him, each one coming a little faster and shakier than the last. All Blaine wanted to do was come. He was so close.
It was unreal, the knowledge that Kurt-his Kurt-was burying his tongue in Blaine’s ass. It wasn’t possible. And yet it was. It was really happening and fuck if it didn’t feel amazing.
Blaine’s body didn’t know what to do. Being so thoroughly stimulated in two very different ways at the same time was leaving him writhing, his hips trying to simultaneously push back against Kurt’s face while also jerking forward to meet the pumping of Kurt’s hand. It wasn’t working out particularly well for him to try to find a rhythm, but god, he just really didn’t care because it felt so damned good.
“Your mouth, Kurt. God,” Blaine cried out. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.” Kurt moaned a little and pulled out his tongue, going back to just trailing his tongue around the opening before Blaine felt something harder pushing at his entrance.
Never stopping the slippery wet movement of his tongue, Kurt pushed a finger inside of Blaine. He crooked it just right and-
“Kurt,” Blaine shouted.
Everything went black. Everything went quiet. His breath held in his chest, lodged there while he could feel nothing other than the pulsing in his cock, the warmth of Kurt’s tongue still circling his asshole, the forward push of his entire body as Kurt’s hand stroked him through his orgasm. Blaine was pretty sure that he’d forgotten how to breathe when everything suddenly came back loud and bright and he fell forward onto his elbows as his lungs fought to start working again.
“Are you okay?” Kurt asked, slowly removing his finger before climbing to Blaine’s side and stroking over his damp back with a warm hand.
Blaine couldn’t respond yet, so he didn’t. Everything was still focused in on that feeling-the indescribably intense pleasure he’d felt in that moment of pure bliss-and he couldn’t do anything other than just breathe.
“Blaine, are you okay?” Kurt asked again.
“Yes,” Blaine finally managed to croak out. “I… wow.”
Kurt put a hand on Blaine’s hip and rubbed over it gently.
“Why don’t you lay down?” he suggested and Blaine had to agree once he realized that he was still half propped up with his ass in the air. Flopping rather uncoordinatedly onto his side, Blaine reached for Kurt, pulling until he was close.
“I…”
“You what?” Kurt asked, his eyes trailing over Blaine's face and his Adam’s apple bobbing as he reached out to push back the stray curls Blaine could feel matted to his forehead.
“Thank you,” was all Blaine could say. Kurt closed his eyes and laughed lightly.
“You’re welcome,” he said. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Blaine thought for a moment before looking into Kurt’s eyes and responding.
“I’ve never been better.”
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17 overall.
Word Count: ~3800
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. I apologize a billion times over for being such a shit about replying to comments. I fully intend to get back into doing this, but life has been so crazy that I just haven't been able to. I appreciate every single comment and cherish them and I'm sorry that I haven't been responding in kind. <3 <3 <3
Blaine prided himself on being a pretty smart guy. He always earned As in his classes and had always been told that he was fairly good at the non-book smart things as well. That was why he was absolutely certain that something was wrong with Kurt, but was utterly and completely frustrated with himself for not being able to figure out what it. He had literally pounded his forehead against the wall over this. More than once.
After their rather incredible encounter on Thursday evening, things had been fine. But then they hadn’t been. Kurt hadn’t been outright rude or distant. It was more just that something was always lurking behind those beautiful eyes. It wasn’t sadness or hurt or anything like that. It wasn’t anything close to the way Kurt had looked back when Blaine had first met him and he’d always looked so broken. Blaine didn’t know what it was, but it was something and it wasn’t going away.
So on Thursday, when Kurt was straddling his lap with his tongue in Blaine’s mouth, his balls rubbing gently against Blaine’s hardening cock, Blaine just couldn’t take it anymore.
“Kurt, what’s wrong?” he asked, pulling his mouth away only to have Kurt chase it with his own, his gaze fixed on Blaine’s lips like a sniper honing in on its target.
“Nothing,” Kurt said, the exasperation in his voice obvious as Blaine moved away from Kurt’s lips.
“Come on, don’t lie to me. You’ve been acting weird for days.”
“Name one thing I’ve done that's been weird,” Kurt challenged, rocking his hips forward a bit, obviously hoping to get Blaine’s mind back on track. But Blaine was having none of it. He sighed and gripped hard onto Kurt’s hips, stilling his movements and looking up at him.
“It’s nothing you’ve done, it’s just-“
“Good, can we get back to it then, please? Being accused of acting strangely does nothing for my libido, believe it or not,” Kurt said. Blaine sighed and leaned back against the headboard, letting his head thunk against the wood as he closed his eyes. “Maybe we shouldn’t do this today.”
“Will you just stop?” Blaine asked, his nose scrunching up in disgust as Kurt tried to give him the icy wrath routine that never failed to piss Blaine off royally. “We said that if either of us was starting to feel weird that this would stop and you’ve been acting differently all week. But then as soon as I get over here, you’ve been all over me, not letting me say two words when it’s the only alone time we’ve had since Thursday and I just want to talk to you for two seconds about whether everything’s okay with you right now.”
“I’m fine,” Kurt gritted out, fisting both hands in the front of Blaine’s shirt. “I’ve been really looking forward to today and-“
“And so have I, but Kurt, your actions right now are not showing me that you’re okay with everything. Just… please just tell me what’s wrong,” Blaine pleaded, stroking his hands up Kurt’s arms, already bare because Kurt had stripped off his own shirt before he had even kissed Blaine for the first time that day.
It wasn’t that Blaine didn’t enjoy this bold side to Kurt, it was just that it seemed as though Kurt was bound and determined to just get right to things in a different way than he had before. Honestly, it was throwing up a lot of really scary red flags.
“Nothing’s wrong,” Kurt said, his shoulders slumping a little as his fingers started to play with the hem of Blaine’s shirt, “I’ve just been trying to fit something into my head and it’s not working. And because of that, I’ve been trying to keep it all business today.”
“What are you trying to fit in your head?” Blaine asked, raising a curious eyebrow at him as his fingers skimmed over Kurt’s ribs lightly enough to make Kurt shiver. Kurt’s jaw set and his lips pushed into a tight line. About to abandon the topic and say that yes Kurt was right, they really shouldn’t do this today, Blaine sighed and started to move when Kurt finally spoke.
“It’s about what you said last Thursday. Or rather, what you don’t remember saying,” Kurt admitted, only looking Blaine in the eye after he’d finished speaking. Blaine’s heart sank to the pit of his stomach.
Shit.
“Kurt, whatever it was, I’m sorry. I’m really sorry that it’s been upsetting you so much.”
“That’s the thing you’re not getting. I’m not upset by it at all. And I know that you didn’t mean it, but you still said it and so I think it’s best if we just… I don’t know,” he said with a sigh, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Do you honestly not remember what you said?”
“I swear I don’t,” Blaine said, sitting up straight again and feeling his chest ache all over as he looked up at Kurt. Kurt who was struggling with whatever awful or disgusting thing Blaine had said while coming his brains out. “Can you tell me what I said so I’ll know how to make it up to you?”
“You…” Kurt started but broke off, giving Blaine a look that screamed “I really don’t want to do this” but then he sighed and finished. “You said that you loved me.”
Time stopped for a second.
All this time, Blaine had thought that he’d screamed out some kind of perverse dirty talk, but this...
“Kurt,” Blaine said, the word sounding a little broken as he reached up and cradled Kurt’s jaw in his hand. Kurt brushed it away, but Blaine clung onto that dismissing hand, lacing their fingers together and watching on as Kurt stared down at their intertwined digits.
“Don’t,” Kurt said softly.
“Hey, look at me,” Blaine gently ordered. “I do love you, Kurt. You’re my best friend, you’re… I don’t know how to describe how I feel about you. You’re so important to me. I do love you-“
“Just not like that, I know,” Kurt interjected. “I’ve been wondering all week if we should stop this because of that and-“
“If you want to stop, we’ll stop. But from my end, everything is fine. I’m really sorry that I said that and confused you. The last thing I ever want to do is upset you,” Blaine said, releasing his grip on Kurt’s hand to slide both arms around his waist.
“I know…” Kurt trailed off, leaning in to rest his forehead against Blaine’s. “I was just so disappointed… because I thought we were going to have to stop so close to the end of this.” Blaine nodded and pressed his hands firmly against Kurt’s lower back, pulling him closer by the soft, smooth skin beneath his fingers.
“If you want to stop-“
“I don’t want to. Not at all. But if you want to-“
“I definitely don’t,” Blaine said, smiling softly at Kurt.
“Well then we should probably get back to it. I did win the coin toss after all,” Kurt said, sounding like he was starting to get back to himself, something that made Blaine’s whole body sag with relief.
“I thought winning would be receiving first,” Blaine teased with a wink.
“Hmm,” Kurt said, pretending to think it over as he slid his hands beneath Blaine’s shirt, slowly inching it up his stomach. “No, I still think I won.” Blaine laughed, the sound of it low and rough. It made Kurt’s smile disappear, his fingers grab tightly onto Blaine’s shirt so he could yank it off roughly. It caught for a moment around Blaine’s chin, but Kurt pulled it free and threw it over his shoulder, dragging fingers down Blaine’s chest and stomach as his eyes drank in the sight. Blaine felt so exposed beneath Kurt’s hungry gaze, his breath catching in his throat as Kurt bent over to lick over his right nipple.
“God, Kurt,” Blaine moaned, his fingers lacing in Kurt’s wonderfully thick hair as he repeatedly flicked the very tip of his tongue against the hardened nub. Grinning a little against his chest, Kurt kissed his way across to the other nipple, sucking and licking over it as he pulled and twisted lightly at the other. “Wow.”
“What was that?” Kurt asked, tweaking that one a little harder at the same time that his hips slid forward to rub against Blaine’s cock again.
“You’re kind of evil,” Blaine choked out, the tail end of the sentiment rising in pitch as Kurt reached down to palm him through his pants.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Kurt deadpanned. “Now lie down for me.” All Blaine could do was nod dumbly and do as Kurt requested as soon as possible. Kurt didn’t get up, just rose on his knees, giving Blaine barely enough room to slide down the mattress until Kurt was straddling his chest.
“You look really good like that,” Blaine blurted, unable to help himself as he stared up at Kurt’s gorgeous body all long and lean above him, his hair mussed from Blaine’s fingers, his lips reddened from their work on Blaine’s chest.
“Can I try something?” Kurt asked, reaching a hand down to trail over Blaine’s cheek, “Just for a minute? I’m… curious.”
“Of course,” Blaine whispered, wetting his lips and waiting in wonder, trying to think of what Kurt could possibly want to do.
Biting lightly on his bottom lip as he stared down at Blaine’s face-well, his mouth in particular-Kurt worked the button and zipper of his own pants undone.
No.
Way.
Blaine’s mouth dropped open and Kurt gave out a little strangled noise as he pulled his fully hard cock from his briefs.
“Are you sure?” Kurt asked, his voice already sounding completely wrecked just at the prospect of what he was about to do.
“Fuck yes,” Blaine said without even realizing, reaching for Kurt’s hips and urging him forward. Leaning forward to grasp one hand onto the top of the headboard while the other kept a firm grip on his cock, Kurt moved up and forward until he was leaning over Blaine’s head, his cock ready to be lowered into Blaine’s mouth.
Kurt’s cock was so close to his face, the angle so different than the last time Blaine had taken Kurt in his mouth that it felt completely new all over again. He wanted to bury his nose in that dark brown hair and make Kurt moan and shake with want above him. He wanted to taste Kurt’s come on his tongue. He wanted so much but this wasn’t the time for it. Kurt just wanted to try this and then they would get back on track.
Blaine tried hard not to be disappointed.
“Okay,” Kurt said, nodding and lowering his hips until the head of his cock brushed against Blaine’s open lips. Blaine craned his neck at the same time Kurt thrust forward, his knees digging into the mattress alongside Blaine’s ribs as he moved. And then Kurt’s cock was in Blaine’s mouth.
Blaine had really missed the stretch of his lips around it even though it had only been a week. It was something that he’d loved even more than he’d ever imagined, though. Everything about it was just perfect--the way Kurt’s skin tasted, the reactions he got, the feel of it against his tongue. Yes, Blaine really, really loved giving head. But this was different. He wasn’t in control here. Kurt was.
Once his cock had slid about halfway inside, Kurt released his hold on the base and instead laced those fingers in Blaine’s hair. Exhaling loudly, Kurt pulled back until just the head was left in Blaine’s mouth-which he busied himself by swirling over with his tongue while Kurt did his thing-and then Kurt was thrusting forward, pulling Blaine’s head in closer at the same time.
In an instant, Kurt’s cock was deeper in his mouth than it had been during either of his previous attempts at such. Blaine moaned around it, his fingers sliding around to dig into Kurt’s asscheeks, willing him closer yet. Kurt cried out and gripped harder onto Blaine’s hair, starting up a slow rhythm that gave Blaine enough time to work out what exactly to do on his end in order to make it even better for Kurt.
Each time Kurt pulled back out of Blaine’s mouth, he’d suck a little harder. Each time he’d push back in, Blaine would slide his tongue back up the length. He forgot himself in the taste of precome, the steady pistoning of Kurt’s hips, the moans clawing their way from Kurt’s chest. He was so invested in what he was doing that when Kurt pulled all the way out, he was powerless to stop the whine that came out of him.
“I’m sorry. I got so close,” Kurt breathed out, dropping back to sit on his heels as he pressed a hand to his chest and tried to catch his breath. That was all it took.
Kurt’s pants were still only worked down to about mid-thigh, so Blaine pushed Kurt onto his back and yanked them off. The shocked look on Kurt’s face didn’t leave. In fact, it only grew more surprised as Blaine urged Kurt’s legs up and dropped to the mattress between them.
“Blaine, no. It’s… you’re supposed to go first,” Kurt said, trying to sit up. Blaine just reached forward to plant a hand in the middle of Kurt’s chest and push harder than he probably should have until Kurt went toppling backward.
“I don’t care,” was all he got out before spreading Kurt’s asscheeks apart and licking across the puckered skin.
“Blaine!” Kurt cried out, his hands grappling for Blaine’s head.
Blaine had always found the idea of rimming a little odd. It looked hot in porn but when he’d thought about actually doing it, he’d expected a little trepidation on his end. Not in the moment, though. All he wanted to do was make Kurt come. And not just come but come hard. So that was precisely what he was out to do.
He trailed circles around Kurt’s asshole, keeping his tongue loose for a few sweeps before stiffening it and pressing a little more insistently, but not hard enough to actually work its way inside. Not yet.
Kurt was writhing above him, not even really saying words, but he was definitely stroking his cock and Blaine just couldn’t have that. He needed to be the one to make Kurt come, so he gently pushed Kurt’s hand away and started lightly jerking him off while still gently licking all the while.
He alternated between kisses and licks, pausing every so often to suck just a little at the pucker, something that Kurt seemed to really enjoy if the volume of his moans were any indication. His tongue never stopped moving, just kept swirling and swiping, tasting and re-tasting every millimeter of this newly chartered skin until he couldn’t wait any longer.
Pushing his tongue against Kurt’s asshole with more force than before, he managed to work it just barely inside just as his hand slid up to the head of Kurt’s cock.
“Blaine,” Kurt choked out as he came. Blaine could feel the warmth of Kurt’s come on his fingers as he stroked him through his orgasm while placing wet, lazy, kisses with excessive amounts of tongue to Kurt’s asshole. “Oh Blaine…”
As Kurt started to squirm away from Blaine’s touch, he finally stopped, sitting up and swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. Kurt looked positively ruined-bright red cheeks, heaving chest, cock sated and softening against his stomach.
“Was that okay?” Blaine asked.
“Are you kidding me?” Kurt countered, sitting up and grabbing Blaine by the back of the neck to pull him in for a deep kiss. Blaine made a little squeaking noise that was honestly a little embarrassing, but Kurt’s hand was already on Blaine’s zipper and he could feel himself being lowered to the bed. “It was amazing.”
“Oh,” Blaine said his voice a good octave higher than usual as Kurt quickly made Blaine’s pants disappear off his legs and to some unknown location on Kurt’s bedroom floor. His boxer briefs, though, Kurt left in place as he leaned over and pressed a kiss to Blaine’s balls through the navy blue fabric.
Scrambling to get in position, Blaine propped himself up on his elbows to watch the show. In a broad stripe, Kurt licked up Blaine’s cock through his underwear, following along as it curved toward his hip from its trapped position beneath the fabric. When Kurt reached the head, he lowered his mouth and sucked on it, tongue moving over the thin cotton until it was wet and sticking to the skin below.
That Blaine had not been expecting. Nor had he expected to get facefucked that evening. Blaine had always been a fan of surprises.
“Kurt…” Blaine started and honestly, he’d really meant to finish what he was trying to say. But then Kurt was peeling of his underwear and kissing down his legs and before Blaine could even process the fact that he was fully nude, Kurt was asking him to turn over and get up on his knees.
Blaine tried to speak, but all that came out was some kind of grunt that left Kurt laughing and Blaine confused as to where all of his communication skills had gone all of a sudden. So he just did as asked, raising himself to all fours and looking over his shoulder to see Kurt staring down with his mouth partway open. Kurt licked along his bottom lip before spreading his cheeks with both hands, leaning down, and pressing a kiss to Blaine’s asshole.
Everything was so sensitive down there that the warm softness of Kurt’s tentatively pressed lips was enough to make Blaine’s hips buck. Kurt chuckled softly and did it again, this time just barely making contact with his tongue at the very end.
“Yes,” Blaine breathed out at the touch. Kurt’s hands gripped hard at his hips and pulled him back to meet his mouth as he started to lave Blaine’s ass with long, incredibly wet licks.
Everything was so warm and wet, a dizzying combination of tongue and lips and moans that vibrated through every cell of his body. His cock was so hard it hurt and he wanted nothing more than to grab on and stroke until he had some relief, but it would have been near impossible in his position, so he just waited. Kurt would take care of him.
The dig of Kurt’s fingertips into his skin was a little dizzying and yet somehow also managed to keep him anchored in reality because nothing on earth could possibly feel as good as this felt. Every sweep of Kurt’s tongue sent a throbbing wave of pleasure through Blaine’s groin. He kept switching things up-slow loose circles, then fast hard ones. Blaine couldn’t find a rhythm to Kurt’s actions and therefore stopped trying to anticipate them before they happened. Everything felt so good, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Kurt, please,” Blaine begged, his eyes clenching shut so hard that tears squeezed out of the corners of his eyes.
“Okay,” Kurt whispered, and almost immediately, Blaine felt a hand close around his cock.
“Oh thank you,” Blaine whimpered, his hips involuntarily thrusting into the curl of Kurt’s fist. Kurt just hummed in acknowledgement before getting back to it, but this time, he moved his tongue hard enough against Blaine’s asshole to push through until just the very tip of his tongue was inside. “Kurt.”
In time with his hand on Blaine’s cock, Kurt started to work is tongue inside, deeper and deeper with each little thrust. Every few seconds, Blaine could feel the hot exhalations of Kurt’s breath against his ass as his tongue slid inside of him, each one coming a little faster and shakier than the last. All Blaine wanted to do was come. He was so close.
It was unreal, the knowledge that Kurt-his Kurt-was burying his tongue in Blaine’s ass. It wasn’t possible. And yet it was. It was really happening and fuck if it didn’t feel amazing.
Blaine’s body didn’t know what to do. Being so thoroughly stimulated in two very different ways at the same time was leaving him writhing, his hips trying to simultaneously push back against Kurt’s face while also jerking forward to meet the pumping of Kurt’s hand. It wasn’t working out particularly well for him to try to find a rhythm, but god, he just really didn’t care because it felt so damned good.
“Your mouth, Kurt. God,” Blaine cried out. “Please don’t stop. I’m so close.” Kurt moaned a little and pulled out his tongue, going back to just trailing his tongue around the opening before Blaine felt something harder pushing at his entrance.
Never stopping the slippery wet movement of his tongue, Kurt pushed a finger inside of Blaine. He crooked it just right and-
“Kurt,” Blaine shouted.
Everything went black. Everything went quiet. His breath held in his chest, lodged there while he could feel nothing other than the pulsing in his cock, the warmth of Kurt’s tongue still circling his asshole, the forward push of his entire body as Kurt’s hand stroked him through his orgasm. Blaine was pretty sure that he’d forgotten how to breathe when everything suddenly came back loud and bright and he fell forward onto his elbows as his lungs fought to start working again.
“Are you okay?” Kurt asked, slowly removing his finger before climbing to Blaine’s side and stroking over his damp back with a warm hand.
Blaine couldn’t respond yet, so he didn’t. Everything was still focused in on that feeling-the indescribably intense pleasure he’d felt in that moment of pure bliss-and he couldn’t do anything other than just breathe.
“Blaine, are you okay?” Kurt asked again.
“Yes,” Blaine finally managed to croak out. “I… wow.”
Kurt put a hand on Blaine’s hip and rubbed over it gently.
“Why don’t you lay down?” he suggested and Blaine had to agree once he realized that he was still half propped up with his ass in the air. Flopping rather uncoordinatedly onto his side, Blaine reached for Kurt, pulling until he was close.
“I…”
“You what?” Kurt asked, his eyes trailing over Blaine's face and his Adam’s apple bobbing as he reached out to push back the stray curls Blaine could feel matted to his forehead.
“Thank you,” was all Blaine could say. Kurt closed his eyes and laughed lightly.
“You’re welcome,” he said. “Are you sure you’re okay?” Blaine thought for a moment before looking into Kurt’s eyes and responding.
“I’ve never been better.”