Kurt/Blaine: Sexy And We Know It (NC-17)
Title: Sexy And We Know It
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: ~900
Spoilers: The Spanish Teacher
Warnings: Nothing, really.
A/N: Takes place the afternoon after Sexy and I Know It. IDEK.
Blaine’s drowsing, shifting in and out of consciousness. The TV his parents brought into his room is yammering away in the corner, some show with a judge and two people yelling about something currently gracing the screen.
He’s not on pain meds at the moment. They wore off an hour or so ago and frankly, they make him so loopy and nauseous that he really doesn’t think they’re worth it for the amount of pain that he’s in. It’s uncomfortable but not unmanageable. Mostly he’s just bored out of his mind and his life seems to be long bouts of waiting in between the texts Kurt keeps sending him throughout the day to keep him up-to-date on all of McKinley’s ridiculousness.
The last ones he’d received had been quick and… odd.
Schue brought in a guest to glee
blaine, why are you not here?????????
And there hadn’t been another one since. Eventually, Blaine had drifted off to sleep, but that’s over now. Something woke him up. He blinks his good eye and looks around the room just in time to see his bedroom door push open. Kurt’s there in the opening, his cheeks flushed red, his mouth curled up in a smile.
“I’m so glad to see you,” he breathes out, the words coasting out of his mouth on a loud exhalation as he moves to the bed.
“I’m glad to see you, too. I didn’t know you were coming by today,” Blaine grins, any residual feelings of sleepiness fading away as he happily takes in Kurt’s beautifulperfectstunning face.
“I didn’t either,” Kurt says, climbing onto the bed with his shoes on and everything and just peeling the blanket from Blaine’s lap.
“What’re you doing?” Blaine asks worriedly, stealing a glance at the door until he feels Kurt’s hands on the waistband of his pajama pants.
“I’ve been horny all afternoon,” Kurt admits and Blaine couldn’t have stopped the throaty groan that spills from his lips even if he’d been aware of its eventual coming into being. It’s not that Kurt never talks like this, it’s just that he doesn’t do it often. And when he does…
“Kurt,” Blaine says, looking down at him as he stretches out between Blaine’s legs and slides the pants down and over his ass and hardening cock. He doesn’t bother pulling them down farther than mid-thigh. Apparently, according to Kurt that’s far enough. “Not that I’m complaining, but why are you doing this?”
“I’m just feeling sexy, that’s all,” Kurt says, and that’s the only warning Blaine has before Kurt’s sucking his half-hard cock like he’s starving for it.
Sometimes, Kurt tries to be quiet when he’s giving head like he gets embarrassed by how noisy it can be. But not right now. He’s not holding back at all. His mouth is working up and down Blaine’s cock fast-so fast-with so much suction and slurping that Blaine momentarily contemplates shushing him.
But then he’s taking him in as deep as he can, the sensitive head of Blaine’s cock touching the back of Kurt’s throat, and he’s just tonguing and swallowing and it feels like he’s trying to forcibly suck the come out of his cock. Not that Blaine’s complaining. At all.
Kurt gives fantastic head. Even during their first experiment with blowjobs, Kurt’s just had a knack for it. He always keeps Blaine guessing, takes him deep, sucks on the head, flicks his tongue, presses kisses, moans. Like right now, where he’s keeping his lips tight and kind of pushing the head of Blaine’s cock through the ring, each inward thrust accompanied by so much pressure and friction that Blaine can’t keep his hips on the bed.
He grapples for something to hold onto as his heels dig into the mattress. Kurt doesn’t miss a beat, just keeps bobbing and sucking and licking. Everything is hot and urgent, every ounce of feeling in Blaine’s body focused to the throbbing pressure between his legs. Shocks of pleasure never stop coursing through his hips, settling in at the base of his spine and spiraling up, making him shiver with want.
“Kurt,” he whines, wanting to get his fingers in Kurt’s hair but not trusting his balance if he lets go of the sheets. Kurt hums and sucks harder, a louder and particularly pornographic sounding slurp breaking through the dizzying combination of silence and the harshness of their breaths.
His orgasm hits him like a punch in the gut. It knocks the breath out of him, everything going dark for just a second before the room swirls back to life around him, focusing on the feeling of Kurt’s tongue on his frenulum as he strokes him through his orgasm.
“Okay, not that I’m complaining, but what was that all about?” Blaine asks with a smile as Kurt swallows the come he’d been collecting on his tongue and moves to collapse on the pillow next to Blaine.
“I’m sexy and I know it,” Kurt says a little dreamily, looking up at the ceiling and tracing little patterns across his chest with his fingertips
“No, Kurt,” Blaine says, reaching for that hand and lacing their fingers together, prompting Kurt to look at him. “You’re sexy and we know it.”
Kurt holds his gaze for a moment before erupting into laughter.
“I miss you,” he finally says once the last of the giggles have subsided. “I wish you’d been there.”
“I miss you, too,” Blaine tells him, giving his hand a squeeze. “Now get over here so I can show you just how sexy I know you are.”