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A/N: these are blaine's underwear, which matters not at all buuuuut think of how hot he would look! :O
28. Kurt.
Kurt is one pair of briefs (his, black, Calvin Klein) and one pair of boxer-briefs (Blaine's, striped, Unico) away from ecstasy.
Not that it's not something like ecstasy already, just being able to look. No wonder I'm gay; my boyfriend is so hot, he thinks, as he takes in Blaine's almost-naked body; his smooth, golden skin, his trim waist, his strong thighs, the big, deliciously obvious bulge of his erection. It's not until Blaine clears his throat to speak that Kurt realizes how blatantly he's been staring, and he quickly brings his eyes up to Blaine's handsome, flushed face.
"Hi," Blaine says, resting a hand on Kurt's chest, directly over his thudding heart. "Before we take anything else off, will you lie down on your stomach? Can I give you a massage?"
"Yes," Kurt says quickly. That hadn't even occurred to him as a possibility but hell yes, I want Blaine's hands all over me.
"Perfect," Blaine says, his eyes drifting meaningfully down Kurt's body. He smiles, and nods toward the pillows at the head of the bed. "Lie down and I'll be right back -- I'm just gonna grab some lotion from the bathroom. Is the hotel stuff okay?"
"You can use mine," Kurt says, his voice slightly muffled by the pillow he's just dropped his face into. He turns his head so that Blaine can hear him, and continues. "There's a blue bottle on the edge of the bathtub."
"Got it," Blaine says happily, clambering back onto the bed with the lotion. "Is it okay if I sit on you?"
"Yes."
Blaine straddles his thighs, seating himself just below Kurt's ass. He pauses and Kurt hears him
pump the bottle a few times, then the soft whispery sounds of Blaine rubbing his hands together to spread and warm the lotion. Kurt's skin prickles in anticipation, and when Blaine stretches forward and slides both hands firmly up the length of Kurt's back, one on either side of his spine from his waist up to his shoulders, Kurt can't hold back the moan that rises up from low in his belly. Not only are Blaine's hands hot and strong as they glide over his skin, but the tilt of Blaine's hips as he reaches forward presses the thick hard line of his cock right against Kurt's ass, fitting so perfectly into the cleft between his cheeks that it can't be coincidence.
Or it can be, Kurt realizes, because Blaine gasps and pushes up on his knees, removing his weight from Kurt entirely. "Sorry, sorry" he chokes out. "I didn't mean to--"
"It's okay," Kurt says, shifting his own hips slightly, pushing his ass up a little and letting his thighs fall open. He hears Blaine suck in a breath and it makes Kurt smile, so he lifts his hips again in invitation. "You don't have to stop."
Blaine lowers himself back down slowly, and they both groan as his cock settles against Kurt's ass in the same way as before. Blaine resolutely continues the massage, kneading at Kurt's shoulders, smoothing his hands down along Kurt's spine and then working on his lower back, circling his thumbs slowly outward just above the waistband of Kurt's briefs. This is going to be incredible, Kurt thinks. Blaine's hands are soft but his touch is firm, and Kurt can't help but imagine how it will feel when Blaine's rubbing and stroking moves from his back to his cock.
Blaine pauses with his hands resting on Kurt's hips, his fingertips dancing lightly over the skin there.
"Can I do your legs?"
"Yes."
Blaine unseats himself from Kurt's hips and scoots down the bed, resettling himself between Kurt's calves. He drops a light kiss on the back of each of Kurt's knees, and after a few more pumps of lotion he slides his hands slowly from Kurt's ankles to his upper thighs, squeezing and releasing every few inches. When his hands hit the edge of Kurt's briefs, Blaine reverses the path, massaging steadily all the way back down. He pauses for more lotion, then starts back up, shifting his hands so that he's working more along the insides of Kurt's legs.
Kurt isn't sure what he expected sex to be like, but this is already better than he could've imagined. It's less scary, and more intimate, and mostly it just feels right, so when Blaine's hands finally reach his inner thighs, Kurt automatically spreads his legs wider.
"Fuck," Blaine hisses. He squeezes Kurt's thighs once and then stills. Kurt can hear his breath coming in short bursts.
"What's wrong?"
Blaine laughs breathlessly and leans forward, trailing kisses in a meandering path along the small of Kurt's back, then resting his cheek there, and Kurt realizes Blaine is sweating a little.
"I'm trying to seduce you," Blaine says, and he kisses Kurt's spine at waist level.
"But instead I'm driving myself crazy," Blaine says, and kisses a little higher up Kurt's spine.
"Maybe I'm just confused." A kiss between Kurt's shoulder blades.
"But I think that means I'm doing it wrong." A warm, sucking kiss on the back of Kurt's neck, and Blaine's bare, slightly sweaty chest pressed against Kurt's back, the long line of Blaine's cock nudging at Kurt's ass. Kurt shudders, not sure whether he wants to push his ass up into Blaine or his cock down against the mattress.
"You're doing it right," Kurt says with a groan. "Really right."
"Mmm," Blaine says, and he kisses Kurt's ear before pushing back up onto his hands and knees. Kurt is about to complain when Blaine traces a fingertip delicately along the waistband of Kurt's underwear.
"So...can I take these off now?"
"Yes," Kurt says, and he lifts his hips so Blaine can pull the tight black briefs down his legs and, finally, toss them aside.
"You look amazing," Blaine says hoarsely. "Can I touch your ass?"
"Yes."
The first touch of Blaine's palms on Kurt's naked ass makes him gasp. It's almost shocking to have someone's hands on him there, Kurt thinks, but since it's Blaine it's more like the steady hum of an electrical current, thrumming against his skin and setting off the occasional spark as Blaine massages him, kneading and stroking and sometimes spreading Kurt's cheeks the tiniest bit in a way that makes Kurt's cock jerk against the comforter. When Blaine's thumbs press gently into the top of Kurt's crack, Kurt moans, and Blaine pulls his hands back up so that they're resting almost chastely at Kurt's waist.
"What are you doing?" Kurt says, grimacing at how whiny he sounds, but seriously what is he doing? "Don't stop."
"I'm not," Blaine says, his voice low. He trails his fingers from the top of Kurt's ass to halfway down his thighs, and Kurt shivers.
"Will you turn over?"
"Yes," Kurt says. He rolls onto his back quickly, and he's so hard that his cock sways back and forth and it's embarrassing except he's too far gone to care, so when Blaine murmurs can I touch you? Kurt's yes is almost a sob, and when Blaine looks at him with huge dark eyes and strokes softly up Kurt's thighs and hips and ribs, touching him in a thousand sweet little places that are not the one place he fucking needs to be touched, Kurt arches his back and lifts his hips and begs.
"Blaine, please," he whimpers, and Blaine looks down at him with his mouth open and trembling.
"C-can I suck you?" he asks, tripping over the words. "I wasn't -- I didn't realize I would want to so bad but -- oh god, I do, is that--"
Kurt interrupts, afraid that if he doesn't he'll end up coming before Blaine is done babbling.
"Yes," Kurt says, and Blaine gives him a delighted smile before he drops his head and traces the tip of his tongue slowly along the slit in Kurt's cock.
"Yes," Kurt gasps. Yes yes yes, please, this, him, always, yes.
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