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29. Blaine.
If falling in love with Kurt hadn't been enough to convince Blaine that he was gay, seeing Kurt's cock definitely would have done the trick.
Blaine's thought about Kurt's cock before, of course. He's felt it pressed sweetly against his own a couple of times through their pants, and some nights (okay, and some mornings, and some afternoons) he's jerked off while imagining wrapping his fingers tightly around Kurt instead, stroking him slowly until Kurt is bucking and sweating and moaning Blaine's name. Kurt's cock has been a staple of Blaine's fantasies for a while, but that still hadn't prepared him for reality, for how it would look jutting up from between Kurt's legs while Kurt himself looked up at Blaine with heavy-lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, arching his back and whimpering please.
The truth is, when Blaine finally sees Kurt's cock, the first word that comes to his mind is pretty. (The second word is want.) It's...well, it's big, for one thing; bigger than Blaine had expected. Kurt's cock is long and pink and smooth-looking, wet at the tip and curved the tiniest bit to the left. It looks perfect, like it should be on the cover of Gorgeous Dicks Monthly, every month, and Blaine swallows hard.
The next thing Blaine knows, he's abandoning his hastily-chosen plan of nudity and handjobs -- it had seemed like a reasonable starting point, until Kurt was naked and then Blaine wanted everything -- to pretty much beg Kurt to let Blaine suck his cock. When Kurt says he can, Blaine manages not to shout for joy or sob out his gratitude. Instead, he smiles at Kurt and ducks his head, licking curiously along the slit in Kurt's cock.
"Yes," Kurt gasps, and so Blaine does it again.
After a few experimental licks, just getting used to the feel of it and the salty taste on his tongue, Blaine parts his lips and sucks the head of Kurt's cock into his mouth. Kurt's hips thrust upward, pushing him about halfway into Blaine's mouth, and Blaine moans around him, startled but wow, that was hot.
"Sorry," Kurt squeaks. "Oh my god."
"It's okay," Blaine says, pulling back to kiss the tip of Kurt's (pretty, oh fuck it's so pretty and I'm sucking it, I'm giving my boyfriend a blowjob) cock. He's fairly sure he's blushing when he says, "I kinda liked it," but it's worth it for the way Kurt's eyes darken before he reaches down and threads his fingers into Blaine's hair. Blaine grins up at him, then lowers his head again and slides his mouth down around Kurt's cock, as far as he can. It feels huge in his mouth and deliciously hard, the skin silky and thin. It's so much like his own, ultimately, yet still somehow it seems like a revelation. But that's Kurt, always.
Blaine tries out some different things, not sure what Kurt will like. He traces circles and figure eights with his tongue on the head, he licks and kisses his way up a thick vein that he finds, he bobs his head and sucks and tries to massage Kurt's cock with his tongue. While he works at it, he's trying to follow Kurt's cues, but Kurt is panting and moaning above him more or less nonstop, and Blaine can't really tell if one thing is better than another. The only thing he knows for sure is that he really, really likes sucking cock -- he's so hard in his boxer-briefs that he feels like he could possibly come bursting through the fabric at any moment.
It takes a sharp tug to Blaine's hair for him to realize that Kurt is gasping for him to stop, and he pulls his mouth of Kurt's cock immediately with a scandalous-sounding pop.
"What's wrong?"
"I'm close," Kurt says softly, slipping his hand from Blaine's hair to his neck and digging his fingers in, coaxing Blaine upward. "I want -- I want you with me, I want to kiss you."
"Oh. Okay," Blaine says. He crawls up the bed, and before he can lie down, Kurt snaps the elastic on the waistband of Blaine's underwear.
"These really need to go," Kurt says, and Blaine eagerly strips them off, stretching out fully naked beside Kurt and leaning over to kiss him. Kurt opens Blaine's mouth with his own, licking past his teeth and wiggling closer so that their cocks brush together. Blaine sucks in a breath at the sensation of Kurt's cock, still damp from his mouth, and he grabs Kurt's hip and squeezes to try and distract himself. He's pretty sure he's never been more turned on in his life. This is going to be over fast.
Kurt rolls them so that Blaine is on top, and oh god it's so much bare skin, they're touching everywhere, Kurt's chest and his legs and his cock hot against Blaine's stomach. Blaine's sweating and he hopes Kurt doesn't think it's too gross. The way his sweat is mingling with Kurt's lotion is making them both slippery, and Blaine is sliding all over the place when Kurt starts laughing.
"Shh, you're all lotion-y," Blaine gasps, bracketing Kurt's thighs with his own so he can get some traction with his knees against the covers. He thrusts once and his cock skims along the crease between Kurt's thighs and they both groan, and then Kurt laughs again and Blaine drops his head to Kurt's shoulder to muffle his own giggles. So much for my sexy seduction.
"Sorry," Kurt says breathlessly. "I just...I guess I imagined losing my virginity being a little less...slippery." He nudges at Blaine's head with his chin, and Blaine looks up at Kurt's face. His cheeks are almost as red as his kiss-swollen mouth and his hair is a wreck, but his eyes are so tender that Blaine can barely breathe. He's suddenly blown away by how big this moment is, and he's too happy to care about his fumbling moves.
It's perfect.
"Oh my god, we're losing our virginity," Blaine whispers, kissing the corner of Kurt's mouth. "I'm sorry it's so slippery, but I'm so glad it's with you."
"I love you," Kurt says softly, and he snakes his arms down to grab at Blaine's ass, squeezing and pulling and making their bodies slide together. "And I'm glad it's slippery."
"Me too," Blaine groans. He pulls back so he can slide up Kurt's body again, and he swallows back a scream when his cock slips down into the small, slick space between Kurt's thighs. "Oh fuckfuckfuck."
"Ohhh," Kurt whimpers, his fingers scrabbling at Blaine's back. "Again."
Blaine lifts his hips and thrusts down, shuddering. Kurt's thighs are snug around his cock, damp and satiny and overwhelming as Kurt nips at Blaine's earlobe, his breath coming in shaky gasps. Blaine pulls back and then thrusts again, his cock angling a little higher so it brushes against Kurt's balls. Kurt yelps and grabs Blaine's ass, pulling him impossibly closer, and Blaine is going to die if he doesn't come right now.
"Baby," he groans. "I-I can't wait--"
"Then don't," Kurt grits out, flexing his thighs to grip Blaine's cock more tightly between them and surging up to kiss him, all teeth and tongue, and that's it. Blaine's stomach twists and he shatters, shaking and moaning into Kurt's mouth. His hips stutter as he comes all over Kurt's thighs and balls, making everything hotter and slicker as Kurt writhes beneath him, gasping his name. Blaine reaches between them, groping blindly for Kurt's cock and getting come all over his hand in the process. He finds Kurt's cock and grasps it, his fingers wet with sweat and lotion and come, and it feels really dirty, in a good way.
He strokes twice before Kurt arches his back, calls out Blaine's name in a tremulous voice, and comes, his cock throbbing and jerking in Blaine's grip as he spills hotly all over his hand. Blaine pulls himself up just in time to watch Kurt's face, the way his eyes are screwed shut and his mouth falls open, and it's the most beautiful thing Blaine has ever seen.
"I love you," Blaine gasps as soon as he can breathe. His arms give out suddenly and he collapses on Kurt, hoping he isn't squishing him. "Oh my god."
"I love you, too," Kurt says, pressing his lips against Blaine's sweaty forehead. "So much."
"So much," Blaine echoes happily, nudging his nose into the soft skin under Kurt's chin. "That was amazing. And slippery. And amazing some more."
"We should buy Mike a gift," Kurt muses, picking up Blaine's hand and interlacing their fingers. He kisses Blaine's knuckle lightly. "Like...a car. A Maserati."
"Was I that good?" Blaine asks, leaning his head back so he can grin up at his boyfriend. My lover. Is that cheesy? Probably. Don't care.
"Mmm," Kurt says, planting a firm, warm kiss on Blaine's lips. "You were. Although I like to think I brought a little something to the table."
"You brought a big something, actually," Blaine says, chuckling against Kurt's mouth. "I mean...just saying."
Kurt gasps in fake horror.
"Excuse me, I am more than just a nice penis," he says sternly, squeezing Blaine's fingers.
"I know," Blaine whispers. He kisses Kurt's lips as sweetly as he knows how, just a light press of his mouth against Kurt's smile.
"You're everything."
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New Directions doesn't win at Nationals. They don't even place.
Blaine couldn't care less.
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