Fic: Celebrating
Title: Celebrating
Author: Kyra
Disclaimer: I don’t own them; if I did I wouldn’t be writing fanfiction.
Summary: Kurt couldn't believe he was doing this.
Pairings: Kurt/Alec
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Smut.
A/N: Okay, for this everything in Dark Angel is being moved back by 10 years so that things match up, meaning that the Pulse happened in '99 instead of '09. I'm also pretending that the Pulse was localized to the northwest part of the country and that by the time this takes place, things have pretty much gone back to how they were pre-Pulse.
A/N2: Written for this prompt on the Glee_Cross_Meme.
Kurt couldn’t believe he was doing this. This really wasn’t like him; not at all. He hadn’t even done this with Blaine when they’d been dating. Well, okay, he’d done this, the making out, with Blaine. But what he knew was coming after the making out; that he hadn’t done with Blaine. Not because he hadn’t wanted to, but because Blaine, in some misguided attempt to be chivalrous or non-pressuring, or…something, had always stopped him any time he tried to move past making out. Even when Kurt had made it very obvious that he wanted more, Blaine’s response had always been that he didn’t want to pressure Kurt into anything. Apparently, his now ex-boyfriend had forgotten that Kurt was in fact a teenage boy, with all the hormones, needs, and desires that came with that. In the end, that had been what made Kurt make the decision to dump the other boy. Not to mention that, well…dating Blaine was really boring. And that mixed with Kurt’s sexual frustration had quickly led to the end of their relationship.
Now here he was, months later, in Seattle for Nationals at the end of his senior year, with a guy he’d only just met at a little dive bar called Crash earlier that night, about to do something he never thought he’d do with someone he didn’t love, or at least care about. He definitely never thought he’d be doing this for the first time with someone he didn’t even know. Hell, all he knew about the guy was his name. Alec.
Kurt moaned and let his head drop back against the wall with a thud. Alec was most definitely going to leave a mark. Kurt kind of liked that thought, though. Even if it did mean he’d have to wear scarves for the next few weeks.
Alec nipped at the mark he’d made before pulling Kurt away from the wall and moving him toward the closest bed in the small hotel room. As he felt Kurt bump into the bed, he kissed him hard before pushing him back onto the bed and crawling on after him.
“When will your roommate be back?” he asked, glancing at the other bed then looking down at Kurt sprawled underneath him.
“Won’t be,” Kurt replied, thankful that the Glee club had managed to raise enough money to make sure that there would only be two people to a room this year. “Plan was to celebrate our win at that bar until curfew, then continue the party in Sam and Puck’s room.”
Alec grinned down at him. “Good.”
And then they were kissing again, Alec’s fingers deftly unbuttoning Kurt’s shirt before breaking the kiss long enough to sit up and pull his own shirt off while Kurt shrugged out of his own, both shirts ending up on the floor. Kurt moaned again as Alec let his weight settle on top of Kurt as they started kissing once more. He could feel Alec’s erection pressing against his own through the fabric of their jeans and rolled his hips, seeking friction.
Alec moaned as he kissed his way back down to Kurt’s neck, sucking at his mark for a moment before continuing down to the hollow at the base of Kurt’s throat.
Kurt gasped and arched against Alec as the older boy licked and nipped his way down Kurt’s chest, slowly sliding down his body as he went. Moments later, he let out a loud moan as he felt Alec’s hand brush against his erection as he undid the button and lowered the zipper before pushing both jeans and underwear down over his hips and down his legs.
Alec licked his way over Kurt’s stomach, tracing idle designs over the jumping muscles before moving down and letting his warm breath ghost over Kurt’s erection. Looking up Kurt’s body, he met Kurt’s eyes, a dark stormy blue-grey with lust, and let his tongue dart out to taste Kurt’s cock with tiny little kitten licks.
Kurt moaned and his eyes fluttered shut as Alec continued to tease him, the older boy driving him crazy with the tiny licks. Every now and then he’d pause to suckle lightly at him, never taking more than the tip in, before going back to licking at him.
“Please, Alec,” Kurt gasped as he opened his eyes and looked down at the gorgeous man between his thighs. “Stop teasing.”
Alec pulled away from Kurt completely and smirked at the tiny whimper that escaped the smaller boy. Taking in the way Kurt’s pupils were blown, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the way his hands were clenched in the covers beneath him, and the way his cock was leaking pre-cum, Alec let his tongue dart out once more to lick up the fluid. He laughed softly at the frustrated noise that pulled from Kurt, purposefully letting his breath blow teasingly across Kurt’s aching cock.
“Alec!” Kurt exclaimed, glaring down at him.
Alec just smirked in reply and met Kurt’s gaze once more, holding it as he tilted his head slightly, his own eyes dancing with mischief.
“Did I mention that I can hold my breath for five minutes? And that I have no gag reflex?” he asked.
Kurt never got a chance to answer. Instead, his eyes rolled back, his back arched off the bed, and he screamed in surprise and pleasure as Alec dipped his head down, Kurt’s entire cock disappearing inside his warm, wet mouth.
Author: Kyra
Disclaimer: I don’t own them; if I did I wouldn’t be writing fanfiction.
Summary: Kurt couldn't believe he was doing this.
Pairings: Kurt/Alec
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Smut.
A/N: Okay, for this everything in Dark Angel is being moved back by 10 years so that things match up, meaning that the Pulse happened in '99 instead of '09. I'm also pretending that the Pulse was localized to the northwest part of the country and that by the time this takes place, things have pretty much gone back to how they were pre-Pulse.
A/N2: Written for this prompt on the Glee_Cross_Meme.
Kurt couldn’t believe he was doing this. This really wasn’t like him; not at all. He hadn’t even done this with Blaine when they’d been dating. Well, okay, he’d done this, the making out, with Blaine. But what he knew was coming after the making out; that he hadn’t done with Blaine. Not because he hadn’t wanted to, but because Blaine, in some misguided attempt to be chivalrous or non-pressuring, or…something, had always stopped him any time he tried to move past making out. Even when Kurt had made it very obvious that he wanted more, Blaine’s response had always been that he didn’t want to pressure Kurt into anything. Apparently, his now ex-boyfriend had forgotten that Kurt was in fact a teenage boy, with all the hormones, needs, and desires that came with that. In the end, that had been what made Kurt make the decision to dump the other boy. Not to mention that, well…dating Blaine was really boring. And that mixed with Kurt’s sexual frustration had quickly led to the end of their relationship.
Now here he was, months later, in Seattle for Nationals at the end of his senior year, with a guy he’d only just met at a little dive bar called Crash earlier that night, about to do something he never thought he’d do with someone he didn’t love, or at least care about. He definitely never thought he’d be doing this for the first time with someone he didn’t even know. Hell, all he knew about the guy was his name. Alec.
Kurt moaned and let his head drop back against the wall with a thud. Alec was most definitely going to leave a mark. Kurt kind of liked that thought, though. Even if it did mean he’d have to wear scarves for the next few weeks.
Alec nipped at the mark he’d made before pulling Kurt away from the wall and moving him toward the closest bed in the small hotel room. As he felt Kurt bump into the bed, he kissed him hard before pushing him back onto the bed and crawling on after him.
“When will your roommate be back?” he asked, glancing at the other bed then looking down at Kurt sprawled underneath him.
“Won’t be,” Kurt replied, thankful that the Glee club had managed to raise enough money to make sure that there would only be two people to a room this year. “Plan was to celebrate our win at that bar until curfew, then continue the party in Sam and Puck’s room.”
Alec grinned down at him. “Good.”
And then they were kissing again, Alec’s fingers deftly unbuttoning Kurt’s shirt before breaking the kiss long enough to sit up and pull his own shirt off while Kurt shrugged out of his own, both shirts ending up on the floor. Kurt moaned again as Alec let his weight settle on top of Kurt as they started kissing once more. He could feel Alec’s erection pressing against his own through the fabric of their jeans and rolled his hips, seeking friction.
Alec moaned as he kissed his way back down to Kurt’s neck, sucking at his mark for a moment before continuing down to the hollow at the base of Kurt’s throat.
Kurt gasped and arched against Alec as the older boy licked and nipped his way down Kurt’s chest, slowly sliding down his body as he went. Moments later, he let out a loud moan as he felt Alec’s hand brush against his erection as he undid the button and lowered the zipper before pushing both jeans and underwear down over his hips and down his legs.
Alec licked his way over Kurt’s stomach, tracing idle designs over the jumping muscles before moving down and letting his warm breath ghost over Kurt’s erection. Looking up Kurt’s body, he met Kurt’s eyes, a dark stormy blue-grey with lust, and let his tongue dart out to taste Kurt’s cock with tiny little kitten licks.
Kurt moaned and his eyes fluttered shut as Alec continued to tease him, the older boy driving him crazy with the tiny licks. Every now and then he’d pause to suckle lightly at him, never taking more than the tip in, before going back to licking at him.
“Please, Alec,” Kurt gasped as he opened his eyes and looked down at the gorgeous man between his thighs. “Stop teasing.”
Alec pulled away from Kurt completely and smirked at the tiny whimper that escaped the smaller boy. Taking in the way Kurt’s pupils were blown, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the way his hands were clenched in the covers beneath him, and the way his cock was leaking pre-cum, Alec let his tongue dart out once more to lick up the fluid. He laughed softly at the frustrated noise that pulled from Kurt, purposefully letting his breath blow teasingly across Kurt’s aching cock.
“Alec!” Kurt exclaimed, glaring down at him.
Alec just smirked in reply and met Kurt’s gaze once more, holding it as he tilted his head slightly, his own eyes dancing with mischief.
“Did I mention that I can hold my breath for five minutes? And that I have no gag reflex?” he asked.
Kurt never got a chance to answer. Instead, his eyes rolled back, his back arched off the bed, and he screamed in surprise and pleasure as Alec dipped his head down, Kurt’s entire cock disappearing inside his warm, wet mouth.