Kurt/Blaine: Here In The Moment (R/NC-17)
Title: Here In The Moment'
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: R/NC-17
Word Count: ~1400
Warnings: Schmoopy nudity
Summary: When Kurt tells Blaine that he wants to go to his house instead of Artie's afterparty at Breadsticks, he thought he knew what he wanted, but once they're there, it's another story altogether.
A/N: I've been wanting to write this for forever and Klaine Week was my chance. This was originally posted at my Tumblr.
"Hi."
Kurt smiles, blushes, and drops his gaze to the floor all at the same time. He can't help but fleetingly think how very Victorian it is of him. But then he remembers why they're alone in Blaine's bedroom surrounded by an entire house full of very empty, parentless rooms, and then he feels anything but.
It had sounded so good at the time.
I want to go to your house.
And he did. He does. It's what he's been wanting for so long, but now it all seems so dirty. Pornographic. And yes, he wants to do all of those things with Blaine--as well as countless things that he hasn't even dreamed up yet--but not now. He wants to take Blaine in his hand, in his mouth, in places that he's still trying to wrap his brain around, but not right now.
"Hi," he finally responds.
"We don't have to-" Blaine starts, so sincere and sweet and gorgeous and perfect that Kurt can't help but laugh just a little. It's a fond laugh, the kind that makes his entire chest feel warm and his face split into a grin so wide he's fairly certain that it doesn't actually fit on his face.
"I want to," he says, trying his best to sound as reassuring as possible. He steps in close and runs his hands down Blaine's arms, trailing over the striped material before moving them to the hem. Blaine watches him, his chest not moving. He's holding his breath and he continues to do so until Kurt dips his fingers beneath the bottom hem. Then the breath that Blaine had been stowing away comes whooshing out and he wobbles a little. "Do you want to?"
"God yes," Blaine breathes out, the words almost a moan that he rushes to clear his throat and attempt to correct. "I mean yes, I do. So much. I love you so much, Kurt." Kurt isn't exactly sure why that makes him feel like he wants to cry, but it does. Instead, he just kisses Blaine and slides his hands further up the front of Blaine's shirt.
They've gone this far before. They've gotten shirtless. Not often, but it's happened and god it's been wonderful. Between the two of them there's just so much skin to kiss and sensitive new places to discover. Kurt never would have guessed that the skin just to the left of his belly button would feel hardwired to his cock, but god, it really is.
Blaine's fingers are dancing over it now, completely oblivious to how crazy they're driving Kurt. It's maddening in the best way, the way that makes Kurt want to moan and collapse and kiss and touch and just melt into Blaine until they're one person. Blaine's shirts find their way to the floor as does Kurt's vest and shirt and soon they're pressed together, standing and swaying a little from the ferocity of their kisses and the groping of their hands and the rutting of their hips.
They're both hard and even though they've ground against each other before, there's never been the promise of more lingering in the air around them. It's making Kurt dizzy.
"What do you want?" Blaine asks, immediately sighing at himself and closing his eyes. Kurt wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him close. "I mean, what do you want to do tonight? We don't have to do... I mean, there's no rush to..." Kurt quiets him with a soft kiss, smiling against his lips and loving Blaine with every single inch of his body.
"I..." he says, sneaking another kiss before pulling back just enough to speak, trying to find the right words to articulate what he wants. He's sure there's a name for it, something that diminishes the intimacy and makes it sound as perverse as every other sexual act. Honestly, he's glad that he doesn't know the proper name. It's better this way, he thinks. "I just want to be close to you. Without clothes." Blaine nods, swallowing as his eyes go a little darker and he takes it in. "Does that sound okay?"
"That sounds perfect," Blaine replies.
The rest of their clothes come off with fingers that shake, with peals of nervous laughter filling the air. Kurt knows in an instant that he'll never forget a single second of this moment. Of how perfect it is and how it's all the more so because it's so incredibly not perfect. There are missteps and awkwardly placed limbs. Kurt's hand accidentally brushes against Blaine's cock before he really means to touch him there and the way Blaine moans at the touch makes him think that he's actually injured his boyfriend somehow in this very first moment of contact. And when they make their way to the bed, Blaine's knee ends up digging rather painfully into Kurt's thigh which leads to several seconds of hysterical apologizing that Kurt sets to immediate work interjecting with kisses until Blaine forgets all about saying that he's sorry.
When they're finally lying on the bed, side by side with nothing between them but air, it sinks in. They're doing this. They're about to have sex. Kurt's about to lose his virginity. His throat goes tight and sticky.
"I'm so glad it's you," he says without meaning to, the words just slipping out as he strokes a hand over Blaine's cheek. One of Blaine's hands reaches up to close over it, pressing it tighter against his face.
"I'm so glad it's you, too," Blaine admits. The weight settled on Kurt's chest doubles its efforts and he counters the feeling by giving in to the urge to guide Blaine onto his back.
It's all instinct from there on out, kissing and rubbing, moaning and touching. The feeling of his cock rubbing against Blaine's is... indescribable. It's better than anything he could have dreamed up, the moment more perfect than he could have planned. It's everything he never he knew always wanted, and yes, he knows that's from a movie but he's far too busy to place the name.
"Kurt," Blaine says. Kurt has heard Blaine say his name hundreds, thousands of times, but here in this moment, in this bed on this night, it's different. It's reverent. It's loving. It's sexual. Blaine doesn't just like him. Doesn't just love him. He needs him. And Kurt needs Blaine, too.
He needs Blaine's skin against his. He needs the taste of Blaine on his tongue. He needs to hold Blaine and kiss him and love him and he wants to do that every single day.
Kurt's had more orgasms that he can count before this particular night, but none of them matter. Not when this one is happening. Not when he can feel Blaine go rigid below him mere seconds before Kurt's hips are snapping forward. Not when he can feel the product of their sex--sex, they're having sex--warm and wet between their bodies.
There's sweat on Kurt's forehead, on his back, on his stomach and chest where they've been rubbing together. He's warm and sticky from head to toe, his body pliant and feeling like his insides have been replaced with Jell-O, and honestly, he's never been happier in his entire life. Has never felt more safe or cared for than he does with Blaine whispering the sweetest things imaginable in his ear as he strokes his hands up and down Kurt's back as he hovers above him.
"...love you so much. You're so perfect. This was so wonderful..."
They kiss and their breaths even out and eventually, they have to go against every natural instinct and get cleaned up and redressed enough to look presentable for when Blaine's parents return from their night out after the show. They settle in on their sides, arms intertwined, feet and knees touching.
"You put your socks back on," Blaine says with a grin, wriggling his toes against the soft white fabric to further emphasize his point.
"My feet were cold. The rest of me is still hot and yet they don't seem to have gotten the memo," Kurt laughs lightly, stroking his thumb over Blaine's exposed collarbone.
"I love your cold feet," Blaine says, lightly nudging their noses together. "And your nose."
"I love you," Kurt says, kissing him lightly as the garage door rumbles to life below them. "Thank you."
"For what?" Blaine asks. Kurt blushes, which he knows is ridiculous considering what has all happened that night, what will happen in the future now that this floodgate has been opened.
"For loving me."
"Forever."