Perfect In My Mind, Kurt/Blaine, NC-17, 3/3
Link to Part 2/3
August 16th
"You check the weather before you plan a picnic!" Kurt yells at Blaine over the rain.
"I did!" he insists, trying to hold the blanket over Kurt's head without much success. "It said sunny and clear last night!"
"You should have checked again," Kurt says, stomping through the rapidly forming puddles that are threatening to ruin his new docs. "You should have checked the hourly forecast. You should have had your iPhone out checking the weather by the minute." Kurt knows he's being a brat, and he feels a little bad about the way that Blaine's just letting him rant and complain as they turn the corner onto Blaine's road. They had decided to walk the two blocks to the big park by Blaine's house, and at the time it really had been sunny with just enough of a breeze to make things perfect, but they hadn't even gotten the food unpacked before it started to rain, hard and sudden, drenching everything.
It's been hard for Kurt not to be kind of difficult lately. He'd been getting more and more frustrated about their wasted opportunity in the hotel room, and their lack of opportunities to be alone ever since paired with the fact that school would be starting back up soon meant he might as well just wait until senior prom to lose his virginity. He's admittedly been taking it out on Blaine, even though he doesn't mean to. It's just that they'd been so close, and Kurt was so, so ready, and he had a hard time being around Blaine now without thinking about it constantly. It's getting increasingly difficult to pretend he's satisfied with just kissing and the occasional handjob in the backseat of Kurt's car now that he knows what Blaine's cock feels like in his mouth, and how tight and hot Blaine is around his fingers, the way Blaine sounds when he comes. Kurt may be a romantic but he's still a teenager, dammit, and sometimes he just doesn't want to sit on a picnic blanket with Blaine and eat coleslaw when he could have Blaine naked underneath him instead.
Not that it was a problem now, obviously. Kurt's absolutely soaked and he's starting to get cold in the wind, his teeth chattering a little reflexively while he waits for Blaine to open the stupid gate so they can start the trek up Blaine's stupidly long driveway to Blaine's stupid house where none of Kurt's things live. He'd probably be less cranky if he could fix his own hair in his own bathroom with his own product and then dry off with his own towels and change into his own clothes, but Kurt's not about to ask Blaine to drive him home in this weather or try to make the drive himself. They finally make it to the door and Blaine unlocks it, letting Kurt go in first.
"Wait here just a second, okay?" Blaine says, toeing off his shoes and ducking down the hall to a guest bathroom. He comes back with three giant towels and hands two to Kurt before he starts drying the worst of the water off of himself. "Remind me to come clean up down here before you leave, or I'll forget before my parents get home tomorrow," Blaine says, rubbing the towel over his hair in a way that's going to ruin his hair's natural curl and make it dry all frizzy. "Margaret is off this week." Something about the statement seems like it should be important, but Kurt's too annoyed to focus on it right now as he unlaces his boots and stomps his socked feet on the rug to dry them off enough to follow Blaine up the steps to his room.
Blaine's waiting for him when he steps through the door with a fresh towel, and he wraps it around Kurt's shoulders, stretching up on his toes to kiss Kurt's forehead. "I'm sorry it started raining," he says, rubbing the towel at Kurt's shoulders.
"I know," Kurt sighs, tipping his forehead to rest against Blaine's. "I'm sorry I'm being so difficult."
"It's okay," Blaine says. "You wouldn't be you if you weren't."
"Did that sound better in your head?" Kurt asks, pushing Blaine's shoulder lightly and grabbing the towel to rub at his hair. "My hair is never going to recover from this, you know," he sighs.
"I think it might," Blaine says, digging through his dresser and handing Kurt a pair of worn sweatpants and a faded Dalton Athletics shirt. It smells overwhelmingly like Blaine, like his laundry detergent and his house and just a little bit like his cologne, and Kurt waits until Blaine's back is turned to breathe it in. He strips out of his wet clothes and hangs them as neatly as he can over the back of Blaine's desk chair. He debates taking his underwear off, but it's still pouring outside so he doesn't anticipate getting home any time soon and he doesn't want to sit around in wet underwear, so he pulls it down his legs with a sigh and tosses it on top of the pile of his clothes. He hears Blaine make a noise but largely ignores him in favor of drying off before slipping into Blaine's clothes, but then Blaine's suddenly pressed all along his back, his skin still cold and damp but his mouth shockingly hot against Kurt's neck. Kurt didn't even hear Blaine getting undressed.
"Well hello," Kurt says, quirking an eyebrow.
"I can't," Blaine breathes against his skin. "Kurt, I'm sorry, I know you're annoyed right now but I can't just keep sitting around pretending I don't want to touch you every fucking second." Blaine's voice is rough, his fingers squeezing at Kurt's hips, and Kurt feels something like relief but hotter flood his stomach.
"Are you kidding me?" Kurt asks after a second, twisting in Blaine's arms and smacking him on the shoulder. "Blaine, you moron, why do you think I've been in such a bad mood?"
"You told me it was because you missed that white sale at Nordstrom," Blaine says.
"Yes, well, I lied," Kurt says, rolling his eyes. "Trust me, I know the feeling," he says, stepping closer so he can feel Blaine's cock hardening against his thigh, the brush of it dizzying and wonderful. "Not that the idea of a picnic wasn't entirely sweet and romantic, but--"
"But god I want you to fuck me already," Blaine finishes for him, and before Kurt can start laughing, Blaine is surging forward, kissing Kurt hard on the mouth. "Hard, this time," Blaine continues between kisses, their cocks sliding together with a delicious, uncoordinated friction when Kurt pulls Blaine closer. "I've been thinking about it so much and I don't want careful or slow, I want--"
"Okay, I get it," Kurt breathes out, already half-hard himself from the way Blaine is rubbing their hips together, kissing at Kurt's neck and shoulder. He sounds so desperate that it makes Kurt feel giddy, and this time it has nothing to do with wine. "Should we-- your bed, we should move to your bed."
"Excellent idea," Blaine agrees, and there's a moment where neither of them want to separate so Blaine slides his hands down to grab at Kurt's ass, walking them both backwards until the backs of his knees hit the edge of the bed and he falls back onto it, Kurt landing on top of him.
"Smooth," Kurt says, kissing Blaine's jaw, but Blaine just grins, his eyes wide and dark.
"I love when you're naked," Blaine says, rolling them over and scooting up on the bed, and Kurt flushes as Blaine looks down at him, feeling a little self-conscious even though Blaine's naked too, even though they've done this before. "I can't believe we've spent so much time together with you still wearing clothes. Such a waste," Blaine mumbles, leaning down to suck at Kurt's chest, kissing down to his stomach. Kurt's breath hitches, grabbing at Blaine's shoulder when the kisses start to tickle and leave Kurt breathless, and Blaine leans down to mouth at Kurt's cock for about five seconds before Kurt's dragging him back up, gasping out, "Okay, we don't have time to do that. No, no, get up here." Blaine looks up sadly before leaning back down to suck at Kurt's nipple in a way that definitely shouldn't feel as good as it does, but then Kurt is tugging Blaine the rest of the way up and pressing their lips together, kissing Blaine desperately and arching his hips up.
"Do you have lube and condoms?"
"Lube is in the drawer," Blaine says, sitting up so he can reach over and pull the drawer open, groping around until he gets it. "I thought you bought the condoms?"
Kurt closes his eyes and tries not to cry. He did buy them, after they had their talk about when and how they wanted to finally have sex and then flipped a coin over who would have to go buy the condoms. "I did, but I didn't think to bring them with me to our outdoor picnic, Blaine."
"Oh," Blaine says, leaning back over Kurt and kissing his temple softly. "Maybe we could just... not use one this time? I've never-- I mean, obviously I've never, and you've never either. And I really don't want to leave this bed until I've had your cock in me."
"That is completely unfair and you know it," Kurt groans, but Blaine's right. They don't exactly have to worry about catching STDs from each other, which is mostly what the pamphlets had warned about. Kurt sends a silent promise out into the universe that he will totally, absolutely have safe sex for the rest of his life except for just this once.
"Fine, but just this-- what are you doing?" Kurt yelps when he stops making deals with the universe and looks back at Blaine. Blaine's got his hand between his legs, his arm flexing, and oh fuck, Blaine is already--
"I'm fingering myself," Blaine says. "You were taking too long to reconcile your pamphlets and your dick."
"Shut up and get where I can see you," Kurt says, pushing at Blaine's shoulder when Blaine doesn't immediately move.
"Why?" Blaine asks, his breath hitching as he moves his arm.
"Because I can't see," Kurt says desperately. He's been thinking about this since that night at the hotel when Blaine had told him that he did this. There's something so much hotter about seeing Blaine like this, doing something he does alone when he wants to get off, knowing exactly how he likes it and how he's already working in a third finger when he spreads his legs wider so Kurt can watch his fingers move in and out. "God, look at you," Kurt says softly, running his hands over Blaine's thighs. "How do you want to--"
"Like this," Blaine says, reaching down with his free hand and wrapping his fingers around Kurt's cock, stroking slowly. Kurt tilts his head back and groans, his hips arching up a little. He knows he should tell Blaine to stop, that Kurt is so already good to go for sex and will probably last longer without Blaine touching him, but it feels so good. "Is that okay? I've thought about it, riding you, getting to see your face while you're inside me, Kurt--"
"You need to stop talking like that, oh my god," Kurt groans, squeezing at Blaine's hip as Blaine coats his fingers in more lube and pushes them in again, his face scrunching up in a way that should be ridiculous but is just hot. Which explains a lot of Blaine's overall appeal, really.
Kurt slides his hand from Blaine's hip to his stomach, his fingers scratching through the dark hair that trails down to Blaine's cock. Blaine's stomach muscles twitch under Kurt's hand as he keeps working his fingers in and out, and Kurt slowly wraps his hand around Blaine's cock, stroking and staring at the way the tip is already shining wetly with pre-come.
"Fuck," Blaine swears in a shaky voice, pressing back hard onto his fingers, and Kurt squeezes at the base of his cock before letting go.
"Wonderful idea," Kurt says, biting his lip when Blaine smiles down at him. "Are you ready? Do you need me to--"
"I think I'm good." Blaine lets out a shaky breath and slides his fingers out, wiping them off on Kurt's cock in a way that makes Kurt's hips jump. "Just, I've never-- look, I'm not just being a good boyfriend when I tell you that your cock is big," Blaine says with a laugh, and Kurt reaches up to smack at his hip. "But god, I want this, Kurt. Just-- try to stay still for me," Blaine finishes, grabbing the lube and letting some drip out of the bottle and over the tip of Kurt's cock.
Kurt hisses, hips jerking again as he says, "Cold, Blaine," but Blaine ignores him, spreading the lube over Kurt's cock with the palm of his hand and then moving forward on his knees until he's straddling Kurt's hips.
"I'm just going to--" Blaine starts, grabbing Kurt's cock and spreading his knees wide, lowering himself down. Kurt thinks he might be holding his breath as Blaine rubs the the head of Kurt's cock over his hole, looking for the right angle before he starts to press Kurt's cock inside.
"Oh, oh," Kurt gasps, grabbing onto Blaine's thighs weakly and trying not to jerk his hips up when the tip of his cock sinks slowly into Blaine, tight and squeezing and oh god, Kurt thinks he might be able to feel Blaine's pulse.
"Wow," Blaine hisses, spreading his thighs wider and taking a little more of Kurt inside. Kurt has no idea how he's actually going to fuck Blaine when it feels like his cock is trapped in a dizzingly tight grip, and every shaky breath Blaine's taking just makes him squeeze around Kurt harder. "Wow," Blaine repeats, and Kurt reaches up to stroke Blaine's cock, hoping it will help distract him. Blaine's only half-hard and worry twists in Kurt's chest, like maybe they weren't ready for this after all, like maybe he'd rushed Blaine into things, and--
"Does it feel-- are you okay?" Kurt asks breathlessly as Blaine sinks down a little lower and then stops, leaning forward so he can brace his hands on the bed and blink his eyes open at Kurt. He's flushed dark red all the way down to his chest and sucking in quick, shaky breaths, his eyes wide and dark. Kurt wants to lean up and bite his lip.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Blaine says with a short laugh. "God, you have no idea how full this feels," Blaine groans, trying to lift his hips up and sink back down even though he's barely moving on Kurt's cock.
"Then tell me. Does it hurt?" Kurt lets go of Blaine's cock now that he's hard again and holds his hips instead, brushing his thumb over the dip of Blaine's hipbone as Blaine starts to move more easily over Kurt, sinking down a little lower each time.
"N-no, not really? I mean, the stretch is just-- but it's so full, Kurt. God, it's so full, I can't think about anything else. I need to stop talking," Blaine groans, bringing one hand up to brush over Kurt's chest, rubbing his thumb slowly over a nipple, and Kurt closes his eyes for a second before he opens them again.
"You really don't," Kurt says, squeezing at Blaine's hips as Blaine braces both hands on the bed and leans down over Kurt's body. "Would it help if I--"
"Holy fuck," Blaine swears, pushing back hard and sudden onto Kurt's cock, and all Kurt can do is gasp and throw his head back so he doesn't do something stupid like snap his hips up. "Okay, this helps. This really helps," Blaine groans, slowly rocking his hips backward and then lifting up just to sink down again. He's still so tight but he's moving easier now, eyes closed and lip between his teeth and hair falling over his eyes and god, Kurt is so in love with him.
"You're gorgeous," Kurt breathes out, hands sliding down slowly to grip Blaine's ass, feeling the way Blaine tenses up around him for a second. Kurt's dimly aware that he could come, like, any minute now, but he thinks he can hold off a little longer too if he tries not to focus on the heat that's pooling low in his stomach every time Blaine squeezes hotly around him. "You feel so good, I want to--" Kurt cuts off, sliding his hands to Blaine's shoulders and leaning up to press his lips to Blaine's, kissing him hard and desperate. Blaine moans into Kurt's mouth, leaning down to follow Kurt's lips when the strain starts to make Kurt's neck hurt.
"I can't believe we waited so long to do this," Blaine pants, rocking back on Kurt's cock faster now. Kurt's started to rock his hips up with Blaine, flushing at the wet sound his cock makes when it slides into Blaine, as far as it can at this angle.
"It wasn't our fault, the universe and red wine conspired against us," Kurt says, reaching between them to circle his fist around Blaine's cock and start to jerk him off. Blaine moans, the sound strangled and breathless and perfect, but he doesn't tell Kurt to stop. He just tucks his face down into Kurt's neck, mouthing at the hot skin there and pushing back hard to meet Kurt's thrusts. The air around them is hot and Kurt can feel sweat dripping down behind his knees when he lifts his legs up to get more leverage, jerking his hips up harder to fuck Blaine.
"Kurt, baby, I'm close," Blaine whines into Kurt's collarbone after a few minutes, and Kurt's hand is almost cramping up and he just wants to come, but more than that he wants Blaine to come, wants to watch him fall apart in Kurt's lap.
"C'mon, I wanna hear you," Kurt pants, one hand between their bodies and one low on Blaine's back, and Blaine's breath starts to hitch, breathing out soft, "unh, unh"s with his mouth open over Kurt's shoulder, his body going still while Kurt keeps fucking up into him, moving his hand faster too. Finally Blaine gasps out and squeezes hard around Kurt's cock, so impossibly tight that Kurt's eyes slide shut and he drops his head back, slowing his hand down when he feels Blaine's come wet between their bodies. It's so different from feeling Blaine come around his fingers because it's Kurt's cock this time, hard and throbbing as Blaine squeezes around him through his orgasm.
"I-I can't--" Blaine groans, collapsing heavily on Kurt's chest as Kurt pets at his back, where the skin is warm and slick with sweat and Blaine's still shaking from his orgasm, just a little. He's heavy, but Kurt doesn't mind. He has more important things to worry about, like the tight heat coiled up low in his stomach.
"Blaine," Kurt says after a few seconds, kissing Blaine's cheek and his temple and letting his lips brush over Blaine's ear, "is it okay if I still--"
"Oh fuck, you haven't yet. Yeah, Kurt, please. Come on," Blaine says, his voice so low it's almost a growl, and Kurt squeezes his eyes shut and jerks his hips up into Blaine, biting at his lip and turning his head into the pillow. "You too, Kurt, let me hear you," Blaine says, sucking hard kisses at Kurt's throat, and Kurt shudders, says, "Oh god, you-- you're so tight, Blaine."
"Come on," Blaine repeats, pressing his hips back a little even though he must be sore, and when he sucks hard at the spot where Kurt's neck meets his shoulder that's it, Kurt's coming, hips jerking up and fingers digging hard into Blaine's shoulders as Blaine clenches around him and Kurt's making some kind of desperate, breathy noises but he doesn't even care because the rush of his orgasm makes everything hot and loose and amazing.
"Gah," Kurt says, because it's what he's thinking and words are overrated when he just had a mind-blowing orgasm. He slumps back into the bed and mostly ignores the way Blaine's laughing into his shoulder.
"Was it good for you too?" Blaine whispers, and Kurt groans, finally opening his eyes. Blaine peers down at him with bright eyes, his pupils blown and face all flushed and sweaty in a way that should be kind of gross, but just makes Kurt surge forward and kiss him. He doubts he looks much better, anyway.
"You are so fucking hot," Kurt moans into Blaine's mouth, his teeth catching unapologetically at Blaine's bottom lip. "That was so fucking hot. Fuck."
"I could feel you come inside me," Blaine says, voice still a little growly.
"Really?" Blaine nods, nuzzling at Kurt's jaw and then nipping down his neck to lick over what is probably now a giant hickey on his shoulder. Kurt's pretty sure Blaine has nail marks on his shoulders, though, so he can't really be mad. "What did it feel like?" Kurt asks, sliding his hands down Blaine's back to pet at the small of his back.
"Wet, mostly," Blaine says, laughing. "Wet and warm, and it was like-- I don't know. It's hard to describe."
"But you liked it?" Kurt asks, curious.
"Yes," Blaine says, emphatically. "Yes, Kurt, fuck," and then he squeezes around Kurt and Kurt hisses, because holy shit he can feel it, can feel his come moving around his own cock.
"You've got to stop that," Kurt gasps. "I can't get hard again so soon, it hurts."
"How do you think I feel?" Blaine asks. "I'm the one with your cock still in my ass."
"This is so romantic," Kurt says, rolling his eyes and grabbing onto Blaine's hips so he can help Blaine lift off of him. It's a shock of sensation, his cock slipping out of the wet heat of Blaine to fall wetly onto his stomach in the cool air. Blaine just groans and collapses on his side, nuzzling his face against Kurt's neck. Kurt can't help but look down at his cock where it's lying on his stomach, and-- wow. He can see his come still streaking his skin, and before he can think to talk himself out of it he's reaching around Blaine, trailing his fingers gently over Blaine's hole. Blaine hisses but he spreads his legs a little, giving Kurt more room to stroke over him. Blaine's wet, wet and open and Kurt groans when Blaine clenches under his fingers and his come starts to slide out.
"Oh, that's so gross," Blaine laughs, hiding his face against Kurt's arm.
"Umm, sure," Kurt says faintly, rubbing a little more firmly over Blaine and pressing just the tip of his finger inside. "Gross. Totally."
"Oh," Blaine says, lifting up to grin at Kurt. "Really?"
"Whatever," Kurt says, blushing.
"It's okay," Blaine says, kissing him softly. "I thought it was hot too, I just didn't want you to judge me." Kurt laughs, catching Blaine's lips and kissing him again, deeper this time, reluctantly pulling his fingers away when Blaine starts to squirm away from the touch. "Sorry," Blaine says against his mouth. "Sore."
"Sorry," Kurt whispers back, petting at the small of Blaine's back.
"No you're not," Blaine says, smiling down at him.
"You're right, I'm not," Kurt says happily. "We just had sex."
"We did," Blaine agrees. "And now we should have a shower, and you should call your dad and say you're staying with Mercedes tonight so we can spend the night together."
"What about your parents?" Kurt asks.
"They're staying over at my aunt's house tonight for some party," Blaine says.
"That is pertinent information, Blaine," Kurt says with a groan. "Why did you even bother with the picnic pretense?"
"Because I was hoping it would go really well and you'd be so overcome with appreciation for me that you'd throw yourself at me. Bodily," Blaine clarifies, like Kurt might be confused.
"I probably shouldn't admit this," Kurt says, "but you didn't have to go through all the effort."
"It's alright," Blaine shrugs, smiling up at him. "You're worth it."
"Mmm, I am, aren't I?" Kurt asks, sitting up and stretching lazily before he gets to his feet and helps Blaine up from the bed, both of them stumbling a little on shaky legs. "Just for that, I'll wash your hair in the shower."
"Oh," Blaine says, flushing. "Um. I kind of need to..." he trails off, looking down and shuffling nervously, and oh. Right. Kurt thinks about it for a minute, and then flushes himself when he realizes how very okay he is with the thought of watching Blaine clean himself up.
"I'm okay with that," Kurt says, going for casual but coming off kind of breathless.
"Kurt Hummel," Blaine says, raising his eyebrows and giving a mock gasp. "Sex has turned you into a pervert."
"And whose fault is that?" Kurt asks, grabbing Blaine's arm and leading him toward the bathroom.
"Mmm, mine," Blaine says, leaning in to kiss Kurt's neck as Kurt walks over to the shower to turn on the faucets. Blaine's shower isn't quite as nice as the one at the hotel but it's close, and there's more than enough room for both of them. "Are you okay using my soap and shampoo, by the way?" Blaine asks, digging through the cupboard under his sink for an extra towel.
"I'll make do," Kurt says softly. He secretly is looking forward to smelling like Blaine, clichéd Old Spice body wash and all. "Okay, water's ready!"
"Party time," Blaine says with a goofy grin, wrapping his arms around Kurt's waist to kiss his neck again before stepping into the shower. There's an embarrassingly long moment where Kurt just stares at Blaine under the spray of the water, tilting his head back and rubbing his hands through his hair while water slides down his shoulders and chest and stomach and--
"Are you joining me?" Blaine asks, grinning, and Kurt rolls his eyes, stepping into the shower and standing under the spray when Blaine steps aside.
"I was just--"
"Checking me out?"
"Don't ruin it," Kurt warns, reaching out to slap Blaine's ass, probably a little harder than he should, the sound obscenely loud in the shower. Blaine makes a choked back noise and turns his head away, Kurt thinks they might both be blushing. "Really?"
"No. Maybe. Shut up," Blaine says, looking back at Kurt and letting his eyes trail down Kurt's body in a way that makes Kurt flush even hotter.
"Now who's checking whom out?" Kurt asks, clearing his throat when his voice comes out a little rough.
"Turnabout's fair play," Blaine says, shrugging. "Now turn-about."
"You are such a nerd," Kurt says with a laugh, because seriously.
"You say nerd, I say wordsmith."
"I say nerdsmith," Kurt mumbles, sputtering when Blaine bats his hand at the spray that's glancing off of Kurt's shoulders and splashes water at his face.
"Turn around, please, nerdsmith," Blaine says, stretching up to kiss the tip of Kurt's nose.
"Fine," Kurt says, rolling his eyes. He still kind of likes the idea of watching Blaine clean up, but he knows that if the situations were reversed he'd probably be mortified, so he turns around to face the shower head and give Blaine some privacy, stepping to the side so enough water can go around him for Blaine to use. Kurt grabs the loofah he'd bought Blaine back when he first found out Blaine still used washcloths to bathe with and squirts some of his body wash onto it. "I still can't believe you actually use Old Spice," he says he works it into a lather and starts to scrub. "Even Finn at least uses the equally tacky but age-appropriate Axe. Old Spice is for dads and grandpas."
"It is not," Blaine says, from behind him. "It's hip now. Haven't you seen the commercials? They're very convincing."
"There is still so, so much I have to teach you," Kurt sighs, rinsing the loofah and then adding a bit more body wash and passing it back to Blaine, because he knows if he doesn't Blaine will just use his hands and water to shower with and Kurt can't abide that. He looks around, spotting Blaine's shampoo in the corner. He reaches for it and then almost drops it, cracking up as soon as he sees the name.
"What?" Blaine asks, sounding resigned.
"Curly Sexy Hair?" Kurt asks, waving the bottle around over his shoulder. "Really?"
"You told me to stop using so much gel because you liked my curls, and then you told me to get shampoo specifically for curly hair when you thought they were too dry, and now you're not happy with the shampoo I got? Really?" Blaine asks. Kurt can just picture the way the corner of his mouth is turned up and the way his nose is crinkled like it gets when he's annoyed at Kurt.
"And I appreciate that, Blaine, I do," Kurt says gently, "but you had to choose shampoo named Curly Sexy Hair?"
"Curly is in the name," Blaine grumps, and then he falls suspiciously silent for just long enough that Kurt knows he's probably doing more than just washing himself.
"Blaine?" he asks brightly as he starts to work the shampoo into his hair. "You wouldn't happen to be fingering yourself right now, would you?"
"No?" Blaine says after a moment.
"Are you not sure you're fingering yourself?" Kurt asks, awkwardly leaning forward into the spray to rinse his hair out so he doesn't turn around before Blaine gives him the okay.
"I was just being thorough," Blaine says, his voice breathy, and Kurt bites his lip, abandoning working conditioner in his hair so he can turn around. He smiles when Blaine draws his hand back from behind himself, flushed from more than the hot water.
"Just being thorough, huh?" Kurt asks, staring pointedly at Blaine's cock where it's half-hard again.
"Like you're one to talk," Blaine says, staring right back down at Kurt's cock, and Kurt just shrugs and bends his head back under the spray, rinsing the conditioner out. He's been hard since Blaine told him to turn around. It's kind of an unavoidable side effect of thinking about Blaine washing Kurt's come out of himself.
"Seriously, though," Kurt says, making sure all of the conditioner is out of his hair before reaching for the shampoo and waving it at Blaine. "Curly Sexy Hair."
"Curly is in the name," Blaine insists.
"So is sexy," Kurt says, quirking an eyebrow at Blaine. Blaine throws the loofah at Kurt's chest, hard, and Kurt rolls his eyes and drops it on the little shelf in Blaine's shower, grabbing Blaine's hips and tugging him close. "I'm sorry for teasing," Kurt says quietly, brushing his lips over Blaine's. "Let me wash your hair?"
"Will you do that massaging thing you do when I get headaches?" Blaine asks, kissing Kurt. They're still under the spray of the water and there's something strangely exciting about being close to Blaine like this, naked and wet, that just makes Kurt harder.
"Turn around," is all Kurt says, stepping back and grabbing the shampoo again. It's possible Kurt has thought about this a billion times, even before they were dating, so he plans to take advantage of finally getting the chance to wash his boyfriend's hair.
Kurt pours some shampoo into his palm and then rubs his hands together before sinking them into Blaine's hair, working the shampoo into Blaine's curls. Blaine hums softly, tilting his head back into Kurt's hands as Kurt's fingers start to scratch at his scalp.
"You're so good at this. Best way to follow up losing my anal virginity ever."
Kurt snorts, ducking his head to kiss Blaine's cheek. "I can hardly stand how romantic you are, Blaine."
"I just love you and your hands make me feel good," Blaine says, tilting his head back enough so that Kurt can see his pout, but Kurt just rolls his eyes and steps closer to Blaine, his cock brushing over Blaine's lower back mostly on accident.
"I love you too," Kurt says into Blaine's ear, his fingers going tight in Blaine's hair when Blaine tries to press back against Kurt's cock. Blaine whines a little when Kurt pulls his hips back, but they just had sex and the point of this shower was to clean up, not to have even more sex. Kurt goes back to scrubbing at Blaine's scalp, letting his fingers move down to rub slowly at Blaine's temples.
"That's my favorite. You're my favorite," Blaine says, slumping back against Kurt and moaning in a seriously obscene way.
"You're so easy for this," Kurt says, smiling at the back of Blaine's head.
"I'm okay with that just as long as you never stop," Blaine moans happily.
"You have to rinse this shampoo out, sorry," Kurt says, letting his hands fall to Blaine's shoulders and maneuver him until he's turned around and standing under the spray. Blaine's eyes are closed and he doesn't bother to open them, just tilting his head back into the water and letting Kurt make sure the shampoo gets rinsed out. "Lazy," Kurt says fondly, kissing Blaine's forehead.
"Mmm," Blaine hums, reaching out blindly for Kurt and pulling him closer once his hands find Kurt's hips. Kurt's breath catches when their cocks brush together and Blaine smiles, his hips tilting forward so his cock slides over Kurt's thigh. "Fuck conditioner," Blaine says, blinking his eyes open once Kurt's done rinsing the shampoo out.
"I had a feeling you would say that." Kurt grins back at Blaine when Blaine tightens his fingers around Kurt's waist, pulling him even closer. They're both under the spray of water now, and Kurt reaches back behind Blaine to turn the knob some so it stays hot. "Have I mentioned how wonderful your water pressure is yet?"
"Kurt," Blaine says in a low voice, almost whining, and Kurt rolls his eyes and drops his head forward, letting Blaine kiss him hard as their hips move together in a slow grind, cocks sliding wetly between their bodies. Kurt has his arms around Blaine's waist, but as their breathing picks up and Blaine starts to make short, soft noises each time their cocks brush, Kurt lets his hands slide down to Blaine's ass. He squeezes a little and when he's rewarded with Blaine groaning into his mouth, Kurt can't quite resist letting his fingers slide down between Blaine's cheeks, brushing over his hole. "Oh god."
"Sorry!" Kurt says automatically, drawing his fingers back, but Blaine shakes his head, pressing his face into Kurt's neck.
"That was a good 'oh god,' baby."
Kurt bites his lip. He's not sure if he'll ever get used to the way his stomach twists when Blaine calls him that. "You're not sore?"
"Well, a little," Blaine says, mouth open over Kurt's collarbone and hips still grinding forward with Kurt's, "but the way you felt, Kurt, fuck."
"You keep saying that," Kurt gasps, grabbing tighter at Blaine's ass. "Next time we should-- maybe just your fingers, but I want--"
Blaine groans, grabbing at Kurt's hips and pulling until Blaine's back hits the wall of the shower, tugging Kurt forward until Kurt's pinning him there. Blaine blinks up at Kurt slowly, water dripping down his cheek and nose and eyelashes, and Kurt surges forward to kiss Blaine.
"You want my fingers?" Blaine asks in a husky voice, muffled slightly by the pounding water, and Kurt just kisses harder, dragging Blaine's bottom lip between his teeth. Blaine's hand slides down over Kurt's ass and Kurt's hips jerk forward sharply, his cock hard and throbbing where it slides against Blaine's. The friction is just a tease, not enough to actually come, so Kurt lets go of Blaine's lip and tilts his forehead against Blaine's as he reaches between them and makes a fist around both their cocks. Kurt can't get his fingers all the way around but now as they grind together the slide is much better, Kurt gasping out each time the head of his cock bumps up right underneath Blaine's.
"You'd be so tight, Kurt," Blaine whispers hotly. "Fuck, just think-- just imagine me stretching you open with my fingers, rubbing inside you until you feel like you could come without even being touched--"
"Blaine, please," Kurt moans desperately, everything hot and urgent as he speeds up his hand where he's jerking them both off. Blaine tilts his head so his mouth is right by Kurt's ear when he continues, his breath hot and lips brushing over the shell of it in a way that makes Kurt shudder, makes his knees feel like buckling.
"I'd make it so good," he whispers shakily. "Get you all-- you'd be open and ready, and I'd just slide inside and start fucking you," Blaine growls, fingers digging hard into Kurt's ass, hard enough that Kurt might have marks later. "So hard, Kurt, you'd be so full, and you'd--"
"God, just shut up," Kurt gasps, turning his head and smashing his mouth against Blaine's as he starts to come. He tries to kiss Blaine but his mouth goes slack, his whole body strung tight and his face scrunched up from how hard he comes. Blaine makes a noise against Kurt's mouth that Kurt barely hears over the loud rush in his ears, and then Blaine is sliding his own fingers over Kurt's, hand moving fast to keep jerking them off. Kurt whines, cock starting to go sensitive and his legs starting to go wobbly, but it doesn't take long for Blaine to come, his breath hitching right before he lets out a long, deep moan and comes over both their hands, over their cocks.
When Blaine finally slumps back against the shower wall, panting just as hard as Kurt is, Kurt pulls away and stares down at him, the way his eyelashes fan over his flushed cheeks and the way his lips are dark and swollen. Kurt isn't sure if he's ever seen anything hotter.
"Wow," Blaine rasps, fixing his dark, heavy-lidded eyes on Kurt before he straightens up. "That was--"
"Definitely wow," Kurt agrees, reaching blindly for the shower knob in a futile attempt to keep the water from going cold. "We should probably rinse off and get out now, though, I think I'm starting to prune."
Blaine laughs, the sound rough and loud and wonderful, and Kurt just leans into him when he slides his arm around Kurt's waist and kisses his cheek, angling them both back under the spray. "It's called 'afterglow,' Kurt."
"We can afterglow as soon as I'm warm and dry," Kurt replies, and Blaine laughs again as he tucks his face into Kurt's neck.
-
"I could get used to you in my bed," Blaine says later that night when they're curled up under the covers together.
"Me too," Kurt says, stretching sleepily and swatting Blaine's hands away when he tries to tickle Kurt's ribs. He could get used to a lot of things about today, really. After getting dried off and dressed (well, they made out on a towel on Blaine's bed for twenty minutes first, but Blaine insisted it was a very important part of the post-virginity loss process), Blaine cleaned up the hallway while Kurt called his dad ("Stop freaking out about this." "I'm not freaking out about this, but what if he can tell from my voice that I've just had sex? Oh my god, I'm freaking out about this.") and then they had picnic: take two on a blanket in Blaine's dining room before going back up to Blaine's room to get ready for bed.
"I could get used to all of this," Blaine says quietly once Kurt's settled back down beside him.
"Me too," Kurt repeats, his stomach fluttering the way it always does when Blaine manages to read his mind. He leans in, kissing Blaine softly until he yawns against his mouth and breaks off, laughing. "Sex is tiring, okay?" Kurt whines.
"Was it what you wanted, though?" Blaine asks, stroking Kurt's hair off of his forehead.
"No," Kurt answers truthfully. "What I wanted was what we had in the hotel room. Rose petals and candles and chocolate strawberries and all of that."
"Oh," Blaine says quietly, tensing up beside him.
"Honey, no, let me finish," Kurt says, squeezing at his waist. "That's what I wanted, because that was the fantasy I've had in my head forever. What I got was better. So much better."
"Unplanned, frantic sex after the world's worst picnic?" Blaine asks.
"Exactly," Kurt says, leaning forward and kissing him softly. "I had all these great big plans and things that I thought I wanted, and then you showed up and ruined everything," Kurt says fondly.
"Um."
"It's a good thing," Kurt assures him. "Life would be boring if things always went according to plan."
"Then I guess I'm... glad I ruined your life?" Blaine says hesitantly.
"Me too," Kurt sighs happily, kissing Blaine's forehead and cuddling closer under the covers.
August 20th
"Well someone got laid!" Santana proclaims loudly as soon as Kurt and Blaine descend the steps to Rachel's basement for her End of Summer/Start of School Trainwreck Extravaganza.
"Who?" Finn asks, spinning around and then grimacing when he sees Kurt and Blaine. "Oh," he says loudly. "I must have heard that wrong." Santana shoots him a weird look and then slinks over to them, putting an arm around both of their shoulders.
"I'm so glad that you're no longer pathetic virgins," she says. "I was starting to feel sad for you."
"Santana, would you shut up?" Kurt says, rolling his eyes and sliding out from under her arm. "What Blaine and I have or have not done in private is no one's business but our own."
"That totally means you did it," Santana says with a smirk, turning her terrifying attentions on Blaine. "I can tell," she says, trailing her finger down Blaine's chest. "You look all smug and satisfied."
"Get off of my boyfriend, Santana," Kurt says, tugging Blaine away from her. "And stop talking about our sex life."
"So you have a sex life!" Santana says victoriously.
"Hey, how about some karaoke, guys? Some very loud karaoke?" Finn shouts.
"You cannot tell if someone's had sex just by looking at them," Kurt says, ignoring Finn.
"No, she totally can," Brittany says, wandering by with a punch bowl full of chips clutched to her chest. "It's like her third sense or something."
"See?" Santana says proudly. "I knows when someone's boots have been knocking, and your lovely lady boots have been busy, Hummel."
"Duh," Puck says from the corner where he's trying to shoot M&Ms into Lauren's cleavage. "They totally hit that shit like a month ago. I should know, I was there." Suddenly everyone in the room, even Finn, seems very, very interested in the conversation. "Not like that, guys, I just hooked them up with a hotel room. It's called being a bro."
"That's great," Finn says loudly. "That you and Kurt are bros now. Like me and Kurt are bros. Only Kurt is my actual brother, so I'm really glad to hear he's making friends."
"Dude, what are you talking about?" Puck asks.
"I'm talking about how Kurt and Blaine and Puck had a lovely time this summer being friends."
"Finn, I think you're confused," Rachel says, stumbling over with a wine cooler clutched to her chest. "Kurt and Blaine had sex."
"That's really great, that Kurt and Blaine did lots of volunteering!" Finn says desperately, his voice high and strangled. "Rachel, will you please go get me another drink? Or twelve?"
"Hot gay sex!" Puck shouts, directly into Finn's ear, and Kurt grabs Blaine and ducks away into a relatively quiet corner while Finn tries to get Puck in a headlock while talking about family and over-sharing and things he doesn't need to know. Unfortunately, Kurt walks straight into Mercedes.
"You didn't tell me?" she asks, giving him a glare that is frankly terrifying.
"I'm just gonna go... not be here," Blaine says, darting away before Kurt can try to force him to stay.
"I didn't tell anyone," Kurt says with a sigh. "We just haven't exactly hung out lately, not to mention you've been keeping your own big secret all summer." Mercedes is quiet for a minute, her jaw set in a tight line and her eyes still angry, but then she slumps visibly and lets out a sigh.
"I know," she says. "I've been kind of distracted all summer too."
"No hard feelings?" Kurt asks, giving her his best puppy eyes and linking his arm through hers.
"Ugh, you know I hate that face," Mercedes says, smacking his shoulder but squeezing his arm closer and tipping her head onto his shoulder. "No hard feelings," she says. "Except for the ones in your pants, Mr. Sex Machine."
"Shut it, or I won't give you all the details later," Kurt threatens.
"Liar," Mercedes says happily. "Just tell me one thing: was it good?"
"It was more than good," Kurt says, unable to keep the dreamy smile from his face. "It was amazing."
-
"And that's why," Mike finishes, spreading his arms grandly, "you never follow a dog down an alley behind Breadstix."
"Fucking noted," Santana says drunkenly, tipping her cup to Mike and managing to spill beer on Quinn's head where it's resting in her lap. "Oops."
"It's okay," Quinn slurs, not sounding bothered at all. "This way I don't have to get up to drink."
Kurt wants to make fun of her, but he's a little tipsy himself. He's sitting in one of the deep chairs in Rachel's basement with Blaine in his lap and he has no intention of moving any time soon. Blaine doesn't seem to have plans to move either, if the way he's nuzzling into Kurt and dropping sloppy kisses all over his neck and ear and jaw are any indication.
"I have an idea!" Santana says suddenly, jumping up so quickly that Quinn's head hits the floor with a thunk. She runs over to the bar and grabs an empty bottle, and Kurt groans.
"We're not playing," Kurt whispers to Blaine. "I don't feel like sharing."
"Don't wanna kiss anyone but you," Blaine says, squirming a little closer and tipping Kurt's face up so he can kiss him.
"Someone's starting early!" Tina whoops, and Kurt pulls back reluctantly, rolling his eyes at her.
"We're not playing spin the bottle," Santana says, tossing the empty bottle away and reaching for a full bottle of vodka. "Everyone hold up your cups if you're empty! We are gonna play us a good old-fashioned game of I Never."
"Oh god," Kurt says, because that might be an even worse idea than Spin The Bottle. "This feels like a trap," he hisses to Blaine.
"You feel like a trap," Blaine says, sucking at his earlobe. Kurt's still in the middle of rolling his eyes when Santana holds her glass up with a gleam in her eye.
"Never have I ever lost my virginity in the past three months," she says with a grin, looking at Kurt expectantly. Kurt rolls his eyes and takes a drink, and he's holding his cup out to Blaine so he can take a sip when Sam and Mercedes raise their cups simultaneously and take a drink.
"Oh my god," Kurt gasps, looking back and forth between them.
"Awesome, dude!" Artie says, holding his hand out to Sam for a high five.
"Get it, girl," Puck says, patting Mercedes on the back. "Who's the lucky guy?"
"Seriously?" Kurt asks, staring daggers at Mercedes. "And you were mad at me?"
"We'll talk about this later," Mercedes hisses at him.
Kurt wants to push the issue but then Brittany stands up and loudly proclaims, "Never have I ever ridden a walrus."
-
After a truly scarring game of I Never where Kurt learns, among other things, that Puck has had sex with an inanimate object, Santana has had a sex dream about Principal Figgins, Tina, Mike, Lauren, Puck, Santana, and Brittany have used handcuffs during sex, and Finn has gone to the hospital for a penis-related injury, Kurt decides that he's had more than enough to drink for one night. He's just glad Finn hadn't elaborated.
At least he hadn't during the game, anyway. He's been standing beside Kurt for the past few minutes, fidgeting while they watch Rachel and Blaine sing an increasingly slurred version of Islands In The Stream.
"Would you just spit it out?" Kurt asks, after Finn nearly elbows him in the neck while trying to dance along to the music. "I'm sure you can't wait to tell me how disgusted you are that I've had sex."
"Kurt, c'mon, it has nothing to do with that," Finn says with a sigh. "I wish you'd start believing me when I say the only reason I don't want to see or hear about this stuff is because you're kind of my brother."
"Your gay brother," Kurt says, taking a drink. Maybe he's not as done as he thought.
"Dude, do you want to see me and Rachel make out? Or think about us having sex?"
"No, but I have to, because, unlike me and Blaine, no one cares when you make out with your significant other in public."
"Kurt, I'm-- I'm sorry, okay?" Finn says, staring down at Kurt earnestly. "I'm sorry if that's what you've thought this entire time, but that's not why this is weird for me. It's weird because you're my brother and every time I have to think about you and Blaine having sex I have to think about what happens if you two break up, or Blaine does something shitty and then I have to beat him up."
"You're serious," Kurt says after a few seconds, gaping up at Finn.
"Yes, I'm serious," Finn says. "I like Blaine. He's a cool little dude and he makes you really happy and I like it when you're happy. I just don't like to think about all the bad things that could happen."
"Oh, Finn," Kurt sighs, putting his cup down on the table next to him. "That's somewhat misguided, but really sweet."
"Yeah, well," Finn grumbles, wrapping his arm around Kurt's shoulder and pulling him into a quick sideways hug before letting go.
"Under no circumstances are you to beat Blaine up, though," Kurt says as Blaine finishes the song with a wailed high note and falls off the stage with a thud. "See? He'll take care of it himself eventually. Just give it time."
-
"How am I supposed to sleep when this is happening?" Kurt moans. The fact that he's trying to fall asleep on the basement floor is hard enough to reconcile, but sleeping is not an easy feat to accomplish while Puck and Rachel are sobbing their way through With A Little Help From My Friends while everyone else is trying to sleep on various unwieldy surfaces. Kurt's sharing a sofa cushion pillow with Sam, who's already snoring, and Mercedes is curled up on Sam's chest, her arm stretched over him to pet at Blaine's hair where his head is resting on Kurt's stomach.
"Good kitty," Mercedes says sleepily.
"Purr," Blaine says happily. "No, wait, that was supposed to be the noise. Kurt, I forgot how to make noises."
"Go to sleep," Kurt says, grinning fondly at both of them before picking Mercedes' hand up and dropping it back on Sam's chest.
"You stopped the petting," Blaine yawns. "I was a kitty."
"You sure were," Kurt says, reaching down to stroke at Blaine's hair himself. Blaine makes a sleepy noise and nuzzles closer, pressing his face against Kurt's belly and wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist.
"I missed falling asleep with you," Blaine whispers into his shirt.
"Me too," Kurt says, twining the fingers of his free hand with Blaine's where they rest on his hip. Blaine hums happily and squeezes at his hand, then sits up, suddenly, looking around before he slumps back down and lets out a relieved breath.
"What the hell was that?" Kurt asks, trying to keep his laughter quiet so he doesn't wake up Sam and Mercedes.
"I forgot we were in Rachel's basement," Blaine says with a sigh, scooting up so he can lie back down beside Kurt, resting his head on Kurt's shoulder and tangling their legs together.
"Where did you think we were?" Kurt asks, wrapping his arms around Blaine's waist and pulling him close as a microphone hits the floor with a squeal of feedback and Kurt watches Puck stumble off the stage and straight into Lauren where she's asleep in a chair. He faceplants into her chest and then crawls around her, wedging himself between the arm of the chair and her body. Rachel keeps singing random mumbles about eating pie with a little help from her friends before Finn walks over and turns her mic off, guiding her up the stairs and presumably to her room. Lucky bastard. Kurt considers going upstairs and hunting down a couch or something, but then Blaine's poking him in the chest.
"Are you even listening to me?" he asks.
"No," Kurt says. "Sorry. What?"
"I thought we were at your house for a minute," he says. "I could, like, feel your dad getting ready to strike."
"You are getting ridiculous with this," Kurt says, rolling his eyes. He still hasn't told Blaine that his dad is pretty fond of him, mostly because he doesn't want to reap whatever consequences would come with Blaine having that information.
"You don't know what it's like," Blaine says into his neck. "I have dreams where he's a vulture. Just watching. Waiting."
"I know that you should probably stop having dreams about my dad," Kurt says, making a face at the ceiling. "Gross, Blaine."
"They're not sexy dreams," Blaine says. "They're scary. So scary."
"Still gross," Kurt says.
"Santana!" Brittany suddenly yells loudly from on top of the washing machine where she's curled up inside of someone's letterman jacket. "Sharks are surrounding me."
"Use your lasers," Santana mumbles from where she, Quinn, and Tina are collapsed on a pile of sofa cushions with Mike somewhere underneath them.
"Pew, pew, pew!" Artie says weakly. Kurt isn't sure how he got up on the bar and it's possibly dangerous for him to sleep up there, but Kurt's too tired to point it out.
"Everyone shut up," Kurt says. "It's time for sleeping."
"So's your face," Puck mumbles into Lauren's boobs. Lauren smacks at the back of his head, and Kurt snorts out a laugh.
"I don't want to go to sleep," Blaine says, brushing his lips over Kurt's neck so softly that it tickles. "I just wanna love you, Kurt Hummel."
Kurt laughs, his fingers squeezing at Blaine's waist. "You can still love me while you sleep, Blaine Anderson. And when you wake up. I'm sad this summer's almost over, though. It's been amazing."
"Awww," Blaine says sleepily, lifting his head up to meet Kurt's eyes. "That just means we have to make fall even more amazing," he says, grinning at Kurt in an infectious way where Kurt physically has to grin back. "And then winter will be even more amazing than that, and then spring will have to be, like--"
Kurt cuts Blaine off with a kiss, moving his lips slowly until Blaine stops trying to talk and kisses back. Blaine reaches up and fists his hand into Kurt's shirt, kissing deeper, and it takes Mercedes mumbling in her sleep for Kurt to realize where they are and pull back, already panting a little.
"Okay. Sleep time," Kurt says, only mostly meaning it. He really likes kissing.
"I bet no one's in the bathroom," Blaine breathes out hotly against Kurt's mouth, trying to move back in for another kiss. "We could go make out there."
Kurt laughs, rubbing his nose over Blaine's cheek before kissing him softly and pulling back again. "Goodnight, Blaine. I love you."
"Love you too," Blaine whispers after an exaggerated sigh, dropping his head back down to Kurt's chest. Kurt has a feeling his arms will fall asleep before he does, or possibly Blaine will drool all over his shirt, but right now he's warm and everything's still a little fuzzy from the alcohol and there really isn't anywhere else Kurt would rather be, even if that place is Rachel Berry's basement.