FIC: Oh, Pants.
Title: Oh, Pants
Includes: mpreg
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1618
Summary: Future AU. To make Adam smile, Kurt tries to get into his old gold lamé pants from high school.
For Communal Kadam Fics prompt: Kurt's gold pants.
http://communalkadamfics.tumblr.com/post/44432372486/fic-oh-pants
Adam watched mournfully as Kurt folded his favorite pair of jeans. Aggressively jerking the leg into a fold at the seam, then folding them over once, twice. Neat and precise. Then he laid them into one of the Tupperware storage bins for clothes (they get musty and bugs creep into the boxes, otherwise, according to Kurt).
Adam crossed his arms and sulked, pushing his lips out. Kurt came over carrying a pair of Hugo Boss sweatpants. He cocked a brow, smiling slightly, as he offered them forward.
Adam shifted his weight. He was in a t-shirt and his briefs. His belly just barely peaked out beneath the shirt, causing a ‘smile’, a dip in the fabric of his briefs, as it pushed down the waistband.
“C’mon. You must be cold.” Kurt’s brow wrinkled in sympathy. When Adam continued to pout, he said, “I can alter the jeans, if you want. Rip out the waist, put in a belly band? But then you won’t be able to wear them after.”
“What makes you think I’ll be able to wear them after? With the rate my arse is expanding?”
Kurt’s lips tensed as Kurt fought a smile. And since Kurt would never laugh at him, the warmth of it calmed Adam a little.
“Babe, I think you look fine. While I have been undone by your abs-- and your arms-- I love all of you, not your muscles only. Okay?”
Adam pulled Kurt close, pressing their bodies flush together. Adam was indulging in insecurity right now, and Kurt, as always, knew when to reach out and hold him up. Already such a nurturer. He’d always been.
Kurt’s hand moved up and down Adam’s lower back, where he was prone to having aches. Then they moved down and gave Adam’s cheeks a firm squeeze.
Adam laughed.
“Oh, babe, I wanna get with ya, and take your pretty picture...” Kurt sang softly. “My bros they tried to warn me, but that butt makes me so horny.”
“That’s going to be our go-to lullaby, isn’t it?”
“We sang it at the wedding.” Kurt nuzzled into Adam’s neck and gave gentle kisses along the soft skin there.
“Mm.” Adam pulled Kurt back onto their bed. Kurt straddled his legs and overwhelmed him with kisses.
Soon, they were laying side by side, exchanging soft kisses. Adam kissing Kurt’s nose, the back of his fingers. Kurt kissing Adam’s forehead, his jaw, along his collarbone. The air of the apartment was still chilly, so Adam snuggled into Kurt, stealing his warmth. Kurt let out a squeal as Adam’s cold foot touched the back of his leg.
“I’m getting you some socks, mister!” he threatened.
“I’d promise to behave, but I’d feel guilty lying to you so early in the morning.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and slipped a warm hand up Adam’s shirt, cupping over his belly in a brief, adoring gesture. Then he kissed his cheek and launched off the bed, presumably to get socks.
“Put on the pants!” Kurt ordered.
“I feel as though I’m surrendering,” Adam called back. But he did pick up the navy sweatpants and slide them on. They were soft, and well made. How Kurt managed to get these designer clothes, he would never know, but Kurt did work off and on with the fashion magazines, so that could have something to do with it.
He stood and walked over to their mirror by the closet. The sweats fit well. At least they didn’t cut him off at the waist, which he petted gently. The ass looked particularly good... He had no doubt that Kurt had gotten them for that reason. For sweats, they were almost posh. Most days Adam was fine about how quickly things were changing, but bloating out of his favorite jeans had never been a day he was looking forward to.
“They’re not so bad, really. Maybe I should get some real paternity pants for work,” Adam said.
Kurt returned and tossed him the socks. “We’ll go shopping.”
“Ah, your evil plan unfolds.”
“Yep. I got you pregnant just so you’d go shopping with me.” Kurt bounced onto the side of the bed.
Adam sat and leaned over to slide the socks over his cold feet. “Might’ve done anyway. Now you’ve got to deal with my fat arse for the next five months.”
Kurt grabbed his hand. “Everyone has pieces in their wardrobe they can’t fit anymore. But you’re going to have a baby. That puts an automatic end date to this.”
“I know, I know.” Adam wiggled his toes, then frowned. “You do not.”
“Do not... what?”
“Have clothing in your wardrobe that doesn’t fit! You’re so aware of what you have to work with. I refuse to believe it.”
“Ohhh.” Kurt looked up at the ceiling as he thought. “Well... I do have this pair of gold lamé pants.”
Adam’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline.
“I wore them for my first audition to NYADA.” Kurt smirked. “I sang ‘Not the Boy Next Door’?”
“I remember the story. Why have I not seen these pants?”
“Because it was high school. I probably can’t fit into them anymore.”
Adam tried to imagine Kurt wearing gold lamé pants, and he looked at him with a nod as he absently rubbed his thumb up and down the curve of his belly.
Suddenly, Kurt’s expression turned wicked. “Do you want to see them?”
“As in take them out?”
“As in, try to squeeze my butt into them.” Kurt hopped up again and went into the closet.
“Oh, I get a fashion show now, do I?” Adam leaned back on his elbows.
“This is what pouting gets you.” Kurt popped his head out of the closet. “Maybe I shouldn’t reward that behavior.”
“But I am awfully cute when I pout.”
Kurt narrowed his eyes... “Hmm. You are.”
After Kurt disappeared once more, Adam waited, wondering what the result of this wild hair would be. He stared down at his body. The gentle rise under his shirt caused a soft smile to touch his lips.
Their little girl.
“You alright in there?” Adam called. “Look, Kurt. Don’t be fussed if they don’t fit. This is just a bit of a laugh, you know? Most of us don’t have the same figger we had in high school. Well, I suppose I will have in a couple of months,” he joked, touching his belly.
There was a thud in the closet, and a few swears.
“Kurt? Darling...”
Kurt emerged.
“Oh.” The word escaped from Adam’s mouth, both a sigh and a revelation. He was blinded. He was amazed.
Kurt was wearing SKIN TIGHT gold pants and a similarly tight black silk shirt.
“Oh...pants...” Adam shook his head inarticulately. “I mean...”
Kurt’s lips curved to the side, and his hips started to swivel, as he sang, “So hot, out the box, can we pick up the pace?”
His hips moved slowly at first, and then he dropped down, spread his thighs, and moved his hands over them slowly.
“Turn it up, heat it up. I need to be entertained. Push the limit! Are you with it? Baby, don’t be afraid. Imma hurt’cha real good, baby!”
“Ohhhh...” Adam pushed himself up onto his palms and watched with amazement. Of course, he’d seen Kurt wearing club clothes before, and looking dead sexy in some of his theatre roles, but there was something supremely tantalizing about this. Something that was pushing Adam to the very bring of arousal almost too quickly.
“No escapin’ when I start! Once I’m in I own your heart!”
As Kurt slowly moved up, he turned, so that Adam could see how the gold pants clung to his firm, well-rounded ass.
“There's no way to ring the alarm, so hold on until it's over. Oh!” Kurt slapped his ass and looked back at Adam with a wink.
Adam didn’t know if he could make it through this performance.
“Do you know what you got into? Can you handle what I’m ‘bout to do? ‘Cause it’s about to get rough for you.” He began to move his hips again, dancing, and swiveling, and shaking. Adam was getting so hard looking at him that he shifted himself around, trying to keep from coming in his brand new pants. But he couldn’t look away.
“I’m here for your entertainment!”
“Unnnn...” Adam groaned and squirmed. “Kurt!”
Kurt seemed to lose it at the sound of Adam’s groaning. His hands moved over his own chest and legs, touching and daring Adam to come touch.
“Oooohhh! Do ya like what you see?” Kurt belted. “Woooo-aaaahhhh! Let me entertain ya 'til you scre-ee-aaaaaam!”
“Uh... Uh... get over here!” Adam ordered. He launched himself off the bed and came at Kurt, grabbing the side of his face with one hand and kissing him hungrily. Kurt had never left him, but that dancing, in those pants had made Adam feel starved for Kurt’s flesh.
Call it a craving.
Kurt started grinding against Adam’s erection.
“No... No,” Adam breathed against Kurt’s lips. “I can’t...”
“No?” Kurt looked up at him curiously and stilled his hips
God, Adam didn’t want that.
“I can’t last... Ohhh...” Adam clung close to him.
Kurt’s smile returned. He moved with Adam backward and gently bent him back over the bed. Adam stared back up at him, eyes pleading and urgent. Kurt’s hand slipped under the waistband of Adam’s sweats.
It took some tugging for Kurt, but soon both of their pants were on the floor by the bed.
And Kurt between Adam’s quaking thighs.
Includes: mpreg
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 1618
Summary: Future AU. To make Adam smile, Kurt tries to get into his old gold lamé pants from high school.
For Communal Kadam Fics prompt: Kurt's gold pants.
http://communalkadamfics.tumblr.com/post/44432372486/fic-oh-pants
Adam watched mournfully as Kurt folded his favorite pair of jeans. Aggressively jerking the leg into a fold at the seam, then folding them over once, twice. Neat and precise. Then he laid them into one of the Tupperware storage bins for clothes (they get musty and bugs creep into the boxes, otherwise, according to Kurt).
Adam crossed his arms and sulked, pushing his lips out. Kurt came over carrying a pair of Hugo Boss sweatpants. He cocked a brow, smiling slightly, as he offered them forward.
Adam shifted his weight. He was in a t-shirt and his briefs. His belly just barely peaked out beneath the shirt, causing a ‘smile’, a dip in the fabric of his briefs, as it pushed down the waistband.
“C’mon. You must be cold.” Kurt’s brow wrinkled in sympathy. When Adam continued to pout, he said, “I can alter the jeans, if you want. Rip out the waist, put in a belly band? But then you won’t be able to wear them after.”
“What makes you think I’ll be able to wear them after? With the rate my arse is expanding?”
Kurt’s lips tensed as Kurt fought a smile. And since Kurt would never laugh at him, the warmth of it calmed Adam a little.
“Babe, I think you look fine. While I have been undone by your abs-- and your arms-- I love all of you, not your muscles only. Okay?”
Adam pulled Kurt close, pressing their bodies flush together. Adam was indulging in insecurity right now, and Kurt, as always, knew when to reach out and hold him up. Already such a nurturer. He’d always been.
Kurt’s hand moved up and down Adam’s lower back, where he was prone to having aches. Then they moved down and gave Adam’s cheeks a firm squeeze.
Adam laughed.
“Oh, babe, I wanna get with ya, and take your pretty picture...” Kurt sang softly. “My bros they tried to warn me, but that butt makes me so horny.”
“That’s going to be our go-to lullaby, isn’t it?”
“We sang it at the wedding.” Kurt nuzzled into Adam’s neck and gave gentle kisses along the soft skin there.
“Mm.” Adam pulled Kurt back onto their bed. Kurt straddled his legs and overwhelmed him with kisses.
Soon, they were laying side by side, exchanging soft kisses. Adam kissing Kurt’s nose, the back of his fingers. Kurt kissing Adam’s forehead, his jaw, along his collarbone. The air of the apartment was still chilly, so Adam snuggled into Kurt, stealing his warmth. Kurt let out a squeal as Adam’s cold foot touched the back of his leg.
“I’m getting you some socks, mister!” he threatened.
“I’d promise to behave, but I’d feel guilty lying to you so early in the morning.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and slipped a warm hand up Adam’s shirt, cupping over his belly in a brief, adoring gesture. Then he kissed his cheek and launched off the bed, presumably to get socks.
“Put on the pants!” Kurt ordered.
“I feel as though I’m surrendering,” Adam called back. But he did pick up the navy sweatpants and slide them on. They were soft, and well made. How Kurt managed to get these designer clothes, he would never know, but Kurt did work off and on with the fashion magazines, so that could have something to do with it.
He stood and walked over to their mirror by the closet. The sweats fit well. At least they didn’t cut him off at the waist, which he petted gently. The ass looked particularly good... He had no doubt that Kurt had gotten them for that reason. For sweats, they were almost posh. Most days Adam was fine about how quickly things were changing, but bloating out of his favorite jeans had never been a day he was looking forward to.
“They’re not so bad, really. Maybe I should get some real paternity pants for work,” Adam said.
Kurt returned and tossed him the socks. “We’ll go shopping.”
“Ah, your evil plan unfolds.”
“Yep. I got you pregnant just so you’d go shopping with me.” Kurt bounced onto the side of the bed.
Adam sat and leaned over to slide the socks over his cold feet. “Might’ve done anyway. Now you’ve got to deal with my fat arse for the next five months.”
Kurt grabbed his hand. “Everyone has pieces in their wardrobe they can’t fit anymore. But you’re going to have a baby. That puts an automatic end date to this.”
“I know, I know.” Adam wiggled his toes, then frowned. “You do not.”
“Do not... what?”
“Have clothing in your wardrobe that doesn’t fit! You’re so aware of what you have to work with. I refuse to believe it.”
“Ohhh.” Kurt looked up at the ceiling as he thought. “Well... I do have this pair of gold lamé pants.”
Adam’s eyebrows shot up to his hairline.
“I wore them for my first audition to NYADA.” Kurt smirked. “I sang ‘Not the Boy Next Door’?”
“I remember the story. Why have I not seen these pants?”
“Because it was high school. I probably can’t fit into them anymore.”
Adam tried to imagine Kurt wearing gold lamé pants, and he looked at him with a nod as he absently rubbed his thumb up and down the curve of his belly.
Suddenly, Kurt’s expression turned wicked. “Do you want to see them?”
“As in take them out?”
“As in, try to squeeze my butt into them.” Kurt hopped up again and went into the closet.
“Oh, I get a fashion show now, do I?” Adam leaned back on his elbows.
“This is what pouting gets you.” Kurt popped his head out of the closet. “Maybe I shouldn’t reward that behavior.”
“But I am awfully cute when I pout.”
Kurt narrowed his eyes... “Hmm. You are.”
After Kurt disappeared once more, Adam waited, wondering what the result of this wild hair would be. He stared down at his body. The gentle rise under his shirt caused a soft smile to touch his lips.
Their little girl.
“You alright in there?” Adam called. “Look, Kurt. Don’t be fussed if they don’t fit. This is just a bit of a laugh, you know? Most of us don’t have the same figger we had in high school. Well, I suppose I will have in a couple of months,” he joked, touching his belly.
There was a thud in the closet, and a few swears.
“Kurt? Darling...”
Kurt emerged.
“Oh.” The word escaped from Adam’s mouth, both a sigh and a revelation. He was blinded. He was amazed.
Kurt was wearing SKIN TIGHT gold pants and a similarly tight black silk shirt.
“Oh...pants...” Adam shook his head inarticulately. “I mean...”
Kurt’s lips curved to the side, and his hips started to swivel, as he sang, “So hot, out the box, can we pick up the pace?”
His hips moved slowly at first, and then he dropped down, spread his thighs, and moved his hands over them slowly.
“Turn it up, heat it up. I need to be entertained. Push the limit! Are you with it? Baby, don’t be afraid. Imma hurt’cha real good, baby!”
“Ohhhh...” Adam pushed himself up onto his palms and watched with amazement. Of course, he’d seen Kurt wearing club clothes before, and looking dead sexy in some of his theatre roles, but there was something supremely tantalizing about this. Something that was pushing Adam to the very bring of arousal almost too quickly.
“No escapin’ when I start! Once I’m in I own your heart!”
As Kurt slowly moved up, he turned, so that Adam could see how the gold pants clung to his firm, well-rounded ass.
“There's no way to ring the alarm, so hold on until it's over. Oh!” Kurt slapped his ass and looked back at Adam with a wink.
Adam didn’t know if he could make it through this performance.
“Do you know what you got into? Can you handle what I’m ‘bout to do? ‘Cause it’s about to get rough for you.” He began to move his hips again, dancing, and swiveling, and shaking. Adam was getting so hard looking at him that he shifted himself around, trying to keep from coming in his brand new pants. But he couldn’t look away.
“I’m here for your entertainment!”
“Unnnn...” Adam groaned and squirmed. “Kurt!”
Kurt seemed to lose it at the sound of Adam’s groaning. His hands moved over his own chest and legs, touching and daring Adam to come touch.
“Oooohhh! Do ya like what you see?” Kurt belted. “Woooo-aaaahhhh! Let me entertain ya 'til you scre-ee-aaaaaam!”
“Uh... Uh... get over here!” Adam ordered. He launched himself off the bed and came at Kurt, grabbing the side of his face with one hand and kissing him hungrily. Kurt had never left him, but that dancing, in those pants had made Adam feel starved for Kurt’s flesh.
Call it a craving.
Kurt started grinding against Adam’s erection.
“No... No,” Adam breathed against Kurt’s lips. “I can’t...”
“No?” Kurt looked up at him curiously and stilled his hips
God, Adam didn’t want that.
“I can’t last... Ohhh...” Adam clung close to him.
Kurt’s smile returned. He moved with Adam backward and gently bent him back over the bed. Adam stared back up at him, eyes pleading and urgent. Kurt’s hand slipped under the waistband of Adam’s sweats.
It took some tugging for Kurt, but soon both of their pants were on the floor by the bed.
And Kurt between Adam’s quaking thighs.