Kurt/Blaine: Kink Meme Fill (NC-17)
Title: Glee Kink Meme Fill
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,259
Spoilers: None, really.
Warnings: Uh... read the prompt. I think you'll get the gist.
Original Prompt: Kurt and Blaine have an innocent sleepover, no more then making out and watching movies. Blaine can't get to sleep because Kurt keeps making moaning sounds in his sleep, and Blaine can't stop himself getting turned on. I'm thinking either Kurt unknowingly rubs up against Blaine in his sleep causing Blaine to come accidentally, or he ends up just jerking off. Bonus if Kurt wakes up during.
A/N: I took some liberties with this. I hope you don't mind! This is just what came to me when I sat down and started writing. I hope you like it! Also, all the awards go to oddmeants for helping me with this. :D
It had all started innocently. All of their dates were innocent, actually. They were only a month into their relationship, and not that long ago, Kurt had referred to himself as a baby penguin and had thrown Blaine out of his room for even suggesting that they talk about sex. And that had been when it was merely hypothetical. Now that they were dating and sex was actually a possibility (in the future, but still), Blaine continually squashed his desires to revisit the topic and had gone along without complaining on date after innocent date.
He was crazy about Kurt. He would wait forever for him. Even though he pretty much had to jerk off twice on most days just to keep from popping really inappropriate boners in the presence of Kurt's ass in those insanely tight pants he wore all the time, it was worth it. He gave Kurt his space and made Kurt come to him.
The first time they'd gone horizontal with their making out, he'd let Kurt initiate. The first time they'd ventured to move their hands beneath clothes, he'd let Kurt shove his hands up the back of Blaine's shirt. He wanted to know that Kurt was ready and never for a single second wanted Kurt to think that he was pushing. Because he wasn't.
But that didn't mean he never thought about it. That he never wondered what it would be like to see Kurt's naked chest. To kiss the impossibly smooth skin of his stomach. To find out what kind of underwear Kurt wore. To toss those underwear carelessly across the room like the painfully unimportant piece of clothing they were. To wrap his fingers firmly around Kurt's dick and stroke it until Kurt came undone beneath him, writhing and moaning and sweating in a way he'd never seen before.
These were the things that Blaine thought about when his hand was curled around his own dick just to get through the day without embarrassing himself. He didn't act, though. Just thought. And at moments like this, he could think about it when Kurt was right there. When they spent time together, he usually tried to keep this thoughts clean. But at the moment, Kurt was asleep, his head on Blaine's chest, an arm draped across his stomach, a leg across his thighs. His breaths were slow and shallow, his face that of an angel: peaceful, serene, and the most ridiculously beautiful thing that Blaine had ever seen in his seventeen years.
Kurt had never seen St. Elmo's Fire, which Blaine pretty much considered to be a punishable offense. So, after they'd eaten a lovely dinner at Breadstix and had spent approximately eleven minutes making out in Kurt's Navigator before going inside just in case Burt and Carole were still awake when they went in (they weren't). They'd put in the movie and had gotten comfortable on the Kurt's bed with the door cracked--as per Burt's instructions.
For the first half hour, they'd sat side by side, appreciating the stunning beauty of young Rob Lowe and holding hands. But then Kurt had started suppressing yawns and they'd eventually slid down until Blaine was lying flat on his back with Kurt kind of using his side as a body pillow. It wasn't the first time they'd relaxed together, but it was definitely the best. And not just because of the way it'd turned out.
They were really alone. Burt and Carole hadn't made a peep in the hour that Kurt and Blaine had been watching the movie, and Finn was staying the night at Puck's. There was no need to worry that someone would come in and ruin the moment. It was their time and Blaine was taking full advantage.
Kurt hadn't taken long at all to fall asleep. In a matter of minutes, his breathing had slowed and Blaine had moved his gaze from the screen to Kurt's face. Rob Lowe had nothing on Kurt.
For the last thirty minutes of the movie, Blaine instead chose to watch the incomparable sight before him, smiling to himself whenever Kurt would shift, or adorably open and close his mouth, or let out a little contented sigh. He brushed his hand over the side of Kurt's face, trailing over his cheek, his ear, smoothing down the silky hair until he reached Kurt's long, beautiful neck.
Kurt didn't move, just let Blaine innocently caress him. Blaine wanted to touch more. He wanted to touch everything, but not yet. Not until Kurt let him know that it was okay. And certainly not while he was sleeping. That would just be wrong on so many levels.
Kurt shifted, bringing his body in closer until one leg was wrapped across Blaine's lap and he was completely flush with Blaine's side. It took every single bit of self-control for Blaine not to react, because, well, Kurt's thigh was pressed right against his dick. And Kurt's dick was pressed right against Blaine's hip.
It wasn't hard, but he could feel it there. Knew it was there. Was, in fact, so painfully aware of it that the incredibly overactive part of him currently trapped beneath Kurt's lean thigh started to take notice as well.
Blaine was so focused on not reacting to the sensation that he almost missed it.
A little, almost inaudible groan strained its way from between Kurt's perfect lips. He sounded like he was in pain. Blaine tried to pull back to be sure that he wasn't accidentally hurting him somehow, but Kurt was latched on too tightly to let that happen. The noise came again, this time a little lower. A little more... broken.
Oh.
Again and again Kurt moaned in his sleep, each time louder and a little more urgent. Blaine didn't know what to do, so he just sat there dumbstruck and gazed upon the blissful look on Kurt's face with rapt attention. He let his imagination run wild wondering what it would be like to hear Kurt make those noises when he was awake. Wondering what it would take to get him to make them.
Kurt moaned again before it broke off into a whisper.
"Blaine."
That was enough to startle Blaine out of his little daydream.
Okay. He needed to wake Kurt up. Yes, that was precisely what he needed to do. What he didn't need to do was notice that Kurt's sleeping form was now using the leg draped across Blaine as leverage as he subtly rocked his hips to thrust against Blaine's side.
Blaine swallowed only to find his throat completely dry. How long had he been sitting there with his mouth gaping open? How perverted was he that he was just lying there letting his boyfriend moan wantonly and rub against his hip in his sleep?
Well, maybe Kurt did this in his sleep all the time and Blaine just didn't know because they'd never slept in the same bed together before. Yes, that was it. It had to be. Because if it was anything else, then Blaine would be the world's worst boyfriend for letting it get this far.
He decided to count to ten and if Kurt hadn't stopped by then, Blaine would wake him up. He'd only gotten to five when he felt it. Kurt was getting hard. Each little thrust was making him harder, his cock swelling against the zipper of his tight pants and the moans coming from his mouth sounding even louder and more desperate than before. It was intoxicating, watching Kurt like this. His lips were parted, his cheeks flushed, each practically guttural sound spilling from his mouth gorgeous and worthy of public displays of adoration.
Okay, he was long past ten. How embarrassing.
Again, he tried to pull away, but Kurt just latched that heel even more into the side of Blaine's leg and ground in harder. His thigh started working more vigorously against Blaine's dick. Back and forth. Back and forth. Hard then soft. Stroking then grinding.
The friction was unbelievable. Blaine had been wondering what this would feel like. He'd heard about it, about how amazing it could be when two guys would just rub up against each other until they came in their pants. He was so hard that every miniscule movement Kurt made against him felt perfect. Amazing. Heat in his stomach blossomed and twisted hard before shimmering its way out into his limbs, leaving his whole body shuddering in anticipation. He was going to come soon, but he couldn't.
He couldn't let his very first orgasm with Kurt happen under these circumstances. If he did, how could he ever look Kurt in the eye again? How could he go through with their real first time without insane amounts of guilt washing over him? How was he still letting this go on?
"Kurt," Blaine finally said, fully disturbed at how gravelly and turned on his voice sounded, "Kurt, wake up."
But he didn't. So, Blaine shook him by the shoulder.
Nothing.
"Kurt," Blaine said, louder.
Nothing.
Well, not nothing. Kurt was still moaning a little and rutting a lot, his thigh still working some kind of freakish voodoo magic on Blaine's cock. Seriously, if Kurt rubbing against him through clothes with his leg felt this amazing, he couldn't even imagine what his hand or his mouth or, god, his ass would feel like.
That thought was too much, and for the first time, Blaine found his hips involuntarily thrusting up into Kurt's thigh. Immediately, the action was countered with increased pressure on Kurt's end and then Blaine just couldn't stand it anymore.
The heat radiating from Kurt's leg, the rough press of Blaine's boxers against his painfully hard dick, the sounds coming from Kurt's mouth; so needy, so sexy, so utterly new and overwhelming. Blaine could feel Kurt shift again, pressing his forehead against Blaine's arm yet pulling his hips back just a bit. The relief Blaine felt in that moment, when the hard length of Kurt's cock was no longer pressed against him, was almost more than he could take.
But apparently, Kurt wasn't done. Even though his hips were pulled safely back, the thrusting hadn't stopped. The sliding hotness of his thigh against Blaine's dick wasn't finished. But if it didn't stop soon, Blaine was definitely going to be.
Never before had another person been involved in one of Blaine's orgasms, so that part was new, but the feelings shocking and shuddering through him were not. He knew what his body felt like just before he was going to come. Since he'd started dating Kurt, he'd been experiencing this particular feeling at least twice a day. Sometimes more. The amount of orgasms he had in a day was definitely directly proportional to the tightness of Kurt's pants. It was a mathematical certainty.
This was better, though. So much better. But Blaine knew that it would be even better yet if Kurt was awake. Because this was wrong.
So. Wrong.
With one final, hard pressing slide of his leg, Kurt made Blaine come. Stars burst behind his eyes, piercing through the blackness and blinding him as his lids clenched shut. Pain radiated from his tongue as he chomped down on it, trying not to make any sound as his dick twitched, completely spent in his now messed boxers. His face was hot and his limbs felt like they were going to melt right into the mattress. His entire body was buzzing, completely sated and trying really hard not to die of guilt and embarrassment.
He was so numb that he didn't even register that Kurt was thrusting into his hip once, twice, three more times until he let out with a cut off grunt followed by a drawn out sigh. Not until it was over.
Well that was just great. Blaine had just come with his boyfriend for the first time and one of them was asleep. He was creepy. He was gross. He was-
"Revenge is so sweet," Kurt murmured against Blaine's arm.
Blaine's heart skipped a beat and he stopped breathing.
Kurt hadn't really just talked, had he?
"You heard me," Kurt said, a little louder this time.
"You're awake?"
"I am."
"The whole time?"
"No, not the whole time." They lay there in silence for a moment while Blaine tried to get a grasp on himself. This was far too big of a revelation to rear its head immediately after coming hard.
"You're going to break up with me, aren't you?" Blaine asked. Kurt laughed and scooted in until his head was resting on Blaine's chest.
"No, I'm not," he said, "I know that you've always been waiting for me to make the first move. I'm not some fragile little thing that needs careful tending to, Blaine. I'd like to think that I've made it plenty clear how badly I want you, and I've been waiting for you to make a move. You haven't, so I decided to take advantage of the situation and make a point."
"By making me hate myself for being turned on by you rubbing up against me in your sleep?"
"It got the point across, didn't it?" Kurt asked. Blaine flushed and waited until Kurt looked up at him.
"It definitely did."
"Did this exercise serve its purpose, or...?"
"I think you'd better go close the door," Blaine said. Kurt grinned before kissing Blaine hard on the mouth.
"Only if you promise that I don't have to make another first move tonight."
"You can count on it."
Pairings/Characters: Kurt/Blaine
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2,259
Spoilers: None, really.
Warnings: Uh... read the prompt. I think you'll get the gist.
Original Prompt: Kurt and Blaine have an innocent sleepover, no more then making out and watching movies. Blaine can't get to sleep because Kurt keeps making moaning sounds in his sleep, and Blaine can't stop himself getting turned on. I'm thinking either Kurt unknowingly rubs up against Blaine in his sleep causing Blaine to come accidentally, or he ends up just jerking off. Bonus if Kurt wakes up during.
A/N: I took some liberties with this. I hope you don't mind! This is just what came to me when I sat down and started writing. I hope you like it! Also, all the awards go to oddmeants for helping me with this. :D
It had all started innocently. All of their dates were innocent, actually. They were only a month into their relationship, and not that long ago, Kurt had referred to himself as a baby penguin and had thrown Blaine out of his room for even suggesting that they talk about sex. And that had been when it was merely hypothetical. Now that they were dating and sex was actually a possibility (in the future, but still), Blaine continually squashed his desires to revisit the topic and had gone along without complaining on date after innocent date.
He was crazy about Kurt. He would wait forever for him. Even though he pretty much had to jerk off twice on most days just to keep from popping really inappropriate boners in the presence of Kurt's ass in those insanely tight pants he wore all the time, it was worth it. He gave Kurt his space and made Kurt come to him.
The first time they'd gone horizontal with their making out, he'd let Kurt initiate. The first time they'd ventured to move their hands beneath clothes, he'd let Kurt shove his hands up the back of Blaine's shirt. He wanted to know that Kurt was ready and never for a single second wanted Kurt to think that he was pushing. Because he wasn't.
But that didn't mean he never thought about it. That he never wondered what it would be like to see Kurt's naked chest. To kiss the impossibly smooth skin of his stomach. To find out what kind of underwear Kurt wore. To toss those underwear carelessly across the room like the painfully unimportant piece of clothing they were. To wrap his fingers firmly around Kurt's dick and stroke it until Kurt came undone beneath him, writhing and moaning and sweating in a way he'd never seen before.
These were the things that Blaine thought about when his hand was curled around his own dick just to get through the day without embarrassing himself. He didn't act, though. Just thought. And at moments like this, he could think about it when Kurt was right there. When they spent time together, he usually tried to keep this thoughts clean. But at the moment, Kurt was asleep, his head on Blaine's chest, an arm draped across his stomach, a leg across his thighs. His breaths were slow and shallow, his face that of an angel: peaceful, serene, and the most ridiculously beautiful thing that Blaine had ever seen in his seventeen years.
Kurt had never seen St. Elmo's Fire, which Blaine pretty much considered to be a punishable offense. So, after they'd eaten a lovely dinner at Breadstix and had spent approximately eleven minutes making out in Kurt's Navigator before going inside just in case Burt and Carole were still awake when they went in (they weren't). They'd put in the movie and had gotten comfortable on the Kurt's bed with the door cracked--as per Burt's instructions.
For the first half hour, they'd sat side by side, appreciating the stunning beauty of young Rob Lowe and holding hands. But then Kurt had started suppressing yawns and they'd eventually slid down until Blaine was lying flat on his back with Kurt kind of using his side as a body pillow. It wasn't the first time they'd relaxed together, but it was definitely the best. And not just because of the way it'd turned out.
They were really alone. Burt and Carole hadn't made a peep in the hour that Kurt and Blaine had been watching the movie, and Finn was staying the night at Puck's. There was no need to worry that someone would come in and ruin the moment. It was their time and Blaine was taking full advantage.
Kurt hadn't taken long at all to fall asleep. In a matter of minutes, his breathing had slowed and Blaine had moved his gaze from the screen to Kurt's face. Rob Lowe had nothing on Kurt.
For the last thirty minutes of the movie, Blaine instead chose to watch the incomparable sight before him, smiling to himself whenever Kurt would shift, or adorably open and close his mouth, or let out a little contented sigh. He brushed his hand over the side of Kurt's face, trailing over his cheek, his ear, smoothing down the silky hair until he reached Kurt's long, beautiful neck.
Kurt didn't move, just let Blaine innocently caress him. Blaine wanted to touch more. He wanted to touch everything, but not yet. Not until Kurt let him know that it was okay. And certainly not while he was sleeping. That would just be wrong on so many levels.
Kurt shifted, bringing his body in closer until one leg was wrapped across Blaine's lap and he was completely flush with Blaine's side. It took every single bit of self-control for Blaine not to react, because, well, Kurt's thigh was pressed right against his dick. And Kurt's dick was pressed right against Blaine's hip.
It wasn't hard, but he could feel it there. Knew it was there. Was, in fact, so painfully aware of it that the incredibly overactive part of him currently trapped beneath Kurt's lean thigh started to take notice as well.
Blaine was so focused on not reacting to the sensation that he almost missed it.
A little, almost inaudible groan strained its way from between Kurt's perfect lips. He sounded like he was in pain. Blaine tried to pull back to be sure that he wasn't accidentally hurting him somehow, but Kurt was latched on too tightly to let that happen. The noise came again, this time a little lower. A little more... broken.
Oh.
Again and again Kurt moaned in his sleep, each time louder and a little more urgent. Blaine didn't know what to do, so he just sat there dumbstruck and gazed upon the blissful look on Kurt's face with rapt attention. He let his imagination run wild wondering what it would be like to hear Kurt make those noises when he was awake. Wondering what it would take to get him to make them.
Kurt moaned again before it broke off into a whisper.
"Blaine."
That was enough to startle Blaine out of his little daydream.
Okay. He needed to wake Kurt up. Yes, that was precisely what he needed to do. What he didn't need to do was notice that Kurt's sleeping form was now using the leg draped across Blaine as leverage as he subtly rocked his hips to thrust against Blaine's side.
Blaine swallowed only to find his throat completely dry. How long had he been sitting there with his mouth gaping open? How perverted was he that he was just lying there letting his boyfriend moan wantonly and rub against his hip in his sleep?
Well, maybe Kurt did this in his sleep all the time and Blaine just didn't know because they'd never slept in the same bed together before. Yes, that was it. It had to be. Because if it was anything else, then Blaine would be the world's worst boyfriend for letting it get this far.
He decided to count to ten and if Kurt hadn't stopped by then, Blaine would wake him up. He'd only gotten to five when he felt it. Kurt was getting hard. Each little thrust was making him harder, his cock swelling against the zipper of his tight pants and the moans coming from his mouth sounding even louder and more desperate than before. It was intoxicating, watching Kurt like this. His lips were parted, his cheeks flushed, each practically guttural sound spilling from his mouth gorgeous and worthy of public displays of adoration.
Okay, he was long past ten. How embarrassing.
Again, he tried to pull away, but Kurt just latched that heel even more into the side of Blaine's leg and ground in harder. His thigh started working more vigorously against Blaine's dick. Back and forth. Back and forth. Hard then soft. Stroking then grinding.
The friction was unbelievable. Blaine had been wondering what this would feel like. He'd heard about it, about how amazing it could be when two guys would just rub up against each other until they came in their pants. He was so hard that every miniscule movement Kurt made against him felt perfect. Amazing. Heat in his stomach blossomed and twisted hard before shimmering its way out into his limbs, leaving his whole body shuddering in anticipation. He was going to come soon, but he couldn't.
He couldn't let his very first orgasm with Kurt happen under these circumstances. If he did, how could he ever look Kurt in the eye again? How could he go through with their real first time without insane amounts of guilt washing over him? How was he still letting this go on?
"Kurt," Blaine finally said, fully disturbed at how gravelly and turned on his voice sounded, "Kurt, wake up."
But he didn't. So, Blaine shook him by the shoulder.
Nothing.
"Kurt," Blaine said, louder.
Nothing.
Well, not nothing. Kurt was still moaning a little and rutting a lot, his thigh still working some kind of freakish voodoo magic on Blaine's cock. Seriously, if Kurt rubbing against him through clothes with his leg felt this amazing, he couldn't even imagine what his hand or his mouth or, god, his ass would feel like.
That thought was too much, and for the first time, Blaine found his hips involuntarily thrusting up into Kurt's thigh. Immediately, the action was countered with increased pressure on Kurt's end and then Blaine just couldn't stand it anymore.
The heat radiating from Kurt's leg, the rough press of Blaine's boxers against his painfully hard dick, the sounds coming from Kurt's mouth; so needy, so sexy, so utterly new and overwhelming. Blaine could feel Kurt shift again, pressing his forehead against Blaine's arm yet pulling his hips back just a bit. The relief Blaine felt in that moment, when the hard length of Kurt's cock was no longer pressed against him, was almost more than he could take.
But apparently, Kurt wasn't done. Even though his hips were pulled safely back, the thrusting hadn't stopped. The sliding hotness of his thigh against Blaine's dick wasn't finished. But if it didn't stop soon, Blaine was definitely going to be.
Never before had another person been involved in one of Blaine's orgasms, so that part was new, but the feelings shocking and shuddering through him were not. He knew what his body felt like just before he was going to come. Since he'd started dating Kurt, he'd been experiencing this particular feeling at least twice a day. Sometimes more. The amount of orgasms he had in a day was definitely directly proportional to the tightness of Kurt's pants. It was a mathematical certainty.
This was better, though. So much better. But Blaine knew that it would be even better yet if Kurt was awake. Because this was wrong.
So. Wrong.
With one final, hard pressing slide of his leg, Kurt made Blaine come. Stars burst behind his eyes, piercing through the blackness and blinding him as his lids clenched shut. Pain radiated from his tongue as he chomped down on it, trying not to make any sound as his dick twitched, completely spent in his now messed boxers. His face was hot and his limbs felt like they were going to melt right into the mattress. His entire body was buzzing, completely sated and trying really hard not to die of guilt and embarrassment.
He was so numb that he didn't even register that Kurt was thrusting into his hip once, twice, three more times until he let out with a cut off grunt followed by a drawn out sigh. Not until it was over.
Well that was just great. Blaine had just come with his boyfriend for the first time and one of them was asleep. He was creepy. He was gross. He was-
"Revenge is so sweet," Kurt murmured against Blaine's arm.
Blaine's heart skipped a beat and he stopped breathing.
Kurt hadn't really just talked, had he?
"You heard me," Kurt said, a little louder this time.
"You're awake?"
"I am."
"The whole time?"
"No, not the whole time." They lay there in silence for a moment while Blaine tried to get a grasp on himself. This was far too big of a revelation to rear its head immediately after coming hard.
"You're going to break up with me, aren't you?" Blaine asked. Kurt laughed and scooted in until his head was resting on Blaine's chest.
"No, I'm not," he said, "I know that you've always been waiting for me to make the first move. I'm not some fragile little thing that needs careful tending to, Blaine. I'd like to think that I've made it plenty clear how badly I want you, and I've been waiting for you to make a move. You haven't, so I decided to take advantage of the situation and make a point."
"By making me hate myself for being turned on by you rubbing up against me in your sleep?"
"It got the point across, didn't it?" Kurt asked. Blaine flushed and waited until Kurt looked up at him.
"It definitely did."
"Did this exercise serve its purpose, or...?"
"I think you'd better go close the door," Blaine said. Kurt grinned before kissing Blaine hard on the mouth.
"Only if you promise that I don't have to make another first move tonight."
"You can count on it."