Perfect In My Mind, Kurt/Blaine, NC-17, 2/3

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Link to Part 1

July 30th

Kurt never thought that losing one's virginity would take so much planning. He was prepared for the "Are we ready?" talk and the "Let's be safe!" talk and all the other stuff he knew would be coming, but he wasn't expecting to have to pull out strategic military planning just to get the chance.

Blaine's parents were inconveniently spending a lot of time planning for some huge dinner party and it seems like any time they even get their shirts off at Kurt's house someone walks in on them, so that's out. In the end, Blaine's the one who comes up with the plan. Unfortunately, in order for the plan to work, they have to cash in a favor from Puck.

-

Kurt's not sure he's ever going to accept the fact that Puck facilitated the loss of his virginity. In fact, he's kind of hoping he hits his head and forgets at some point.

"Dudes, I'm just saying," Puck says as he hands over the room key cards, "when you rent a room for sex you go to the skeevy by-the-hour place, you don't get a frickin' suite at the Hilton."

"Some of us have standards, Puckerman," Kurt hisses, shoving the key cards into his pocket. Standards and rich boyfriends, anyway.

"What he means to say is thank you," Blaine says, setting a warm hand at the small of Kurt's back.

"Yeah, well, now we're even, okay, Hummel? I don't talk about this and you don't talk about that other thing, right?"

"Are you sure you can meet us tomorrow to pick up the keys and check out?" Kurt asks, glaring. Puck is the only person they know with a passable fake ID, and Blaine had given him an extra fifty dollars in addition to what the room cost in the hopes that Puck would come through for them. If Puck flakes out on them Kurt is going to tell the entire school about Puck and Lauren's weirdo Twilight roleplay shit.

"Yes, Kurt," Puck says, rolling his eyes. "Now are we done here? Lauren and I have plans."

"I bet you do, Jacob," Kurt mumbles, and Puck shoots him a sharp look.

"Just shut up and go get some ass. Literally, in this case," Puck says with a lewd grin.

Kurt waits until he's just far enough away that Puck won't hear before he tells Blaine in a rush, "Puck and Lauren propositioned me to have a creepy threesome with them in which I would be Edward Cullen and they'd be Jacob and Bella. I just had to get that out so I didn't email it in as an anonymous tip to Jacob Ben Israel."

"That's nice," Blaine says, looking vaguely ill. "Can we go up to our room now?"

"Yes," Kurt says, his stomach fluttering nervously. "Yes, we can."

-

"Don't open them yet," Blaine says, now moving around over at Kurt's left, and Kurt sighs. He's been sitting on the bed for at least ten minutes while Blaine scrambles around the room, opening bags and moving things around and sometimes swearing to himself. Kurt thought he heard the door open at one point, and it's possible he starts to freak out thinking that Blaine invited the Warblers to serenade them.

"How long is this going to take, Blaine?" Kurt asks, his voice higher than usual and his nerves in overdrive. He almost yelps when arms slide around his waist from behind, but Blaine just rests his chin on Kurt's shoulder and says, "Shh, it's just me," kissing at the back of Kurt's neck.

"There's no one else here?"

"... No? Uh, why would there be anyone else here, Kurt?"

"No reason," Kurt says quickly, shivering and leaning back when Blaine's kisses get harder, his mouth opening over the skin on Kurt's neck. "Can I-- oh, that's-- Blaine, can I open my eyes yet?"

There's a pause, and then Blaine says, "Kurt, as you know, I'm not the best with romance. But just being with you, knowing how important all this is, it makes me want to try to be better at--"

"Blaine, is this going to be one of your speech moments?" Kurt interrupts, already sort of missing Blaine's mouth on his neck.

"Maybe?" Blaine says sheepishly.

Kurt bites back a smile. He loves Blaine, he does, but as soon as Blaine said 'romance' Kurt just tuned the rest out. If Blaine's arms weren't around his waist he would probably be bouncing, his nerves turned into sudden giddiness. "I'm opening my eyes now."

"Okay, but you should know that--"

"Oh," Kurt breathes, blinking to adjust to the light and looking around the room. It actually isn't that bright - Blaine turned off the main lights and turned on the lamps instead, while on the desk he had spread out a white tablecloth with scattered rose petals and candles (in dishes and thankfully not by any curtains, Kurt notes with relief) and a bottle of wine between two wine glasses. Glancing into the bathroom Kurt can see more tea light candles, a warm vanilla scent already creeping into the room, and on the chair outside the bathroom is a CD player, which Kurt is mildly wary of.

"What do you think?" Blaine asks nervously, his hands squeezing a little around Kurt's waist. "Too much? Not enough? You hate the vanilla, don't you? I had no idea what smell you would like and I couldn't place the scent of your shampoo but when I called Finn and asked him to check he couldn't even find which bottle was shampoo, I knew I should have just--"

"Shh," it's Kurt's turn to say, twisting around in Blaine's arms and leaning in to press their lips together softly until Blaine stops trying to talk. "Yes, it's too much," Kurt says against Blaine's lips, pulling back just enough to see Blaine's eyes when he adds, "and it's absolutely perfect, Blaine."

"I know and I-- oh," Blaine finishes dumbly, a smile slowly spreading across his face. "Well, of course it is. I wanted it to be, for you."

"You're a very good boyfriend, even if I'll never forgive you for telling Finn to go through my things," Kurt says happily, kissing Blaine again and trying to ignore the way his stomach starts twisting with nerves again when it hits him, that they're finally actually going to do this.

"Is there anything I missed?" Blaine asks, kissing down Kurt's jaw, and Kurt smiles to himself.

"I have thought about this a lot. But usually you're Ryan Gosling." Kurt's breath hitches when Blaine nips at his jaw for that, hands sliding back down to Kurt's waist.

"I could try to grow a beard," Blaine mumbles against his neck, and Kurt laughs breathlessly, running his fingers over Blaine's jaw.

"As much I like your stubble on occasion, I'll pass," Kurt says. "But if we ever find ourselves with a spare rowboat, I wouldn't say no to a dramatic re-enactment."

"I'd have to special order the swans," Blaine says, like he's seriously considering it, and Kurt laughs again, pulling out of Blaine's grasp and sprawling back against the pillows.

"Wine, please," Kurt says, snapping his fingers like he's maybe always wanted to do, and Blaine leans in and tickles Kurt in the ribs until he yelps, kicking out at Blaine feebly. Blaine's laughing when he goes to pour them both a glass of wine anyway, handing Kurt's over and then crawling carefully onto the bed.

"This is a very good year," Blaine says in a way where Kurt isn't sure if he's being pretentious on purpose or not, swirling the wine around in the glass before taking a sip. "It's got a really great note of cinnamon."

"Do you have any idea what you're talking about, or are you just making stuff up?" Kurt asks, genuinely curious.

"I watched a wine special on the Food Network once," Blaine says, shrugging. Kurt laughs and takes a sip, tilting into Blaine's side and resting his head on Blaine's shoulder.

"It mostly just tastes like fruit," Kurt says, taking another drink. "This is so much better than the other time I tried wine."

"I totally lifted it from my parents' wine cellar, so there's a good chance it's actually expensive," Blaine says.

"Now who's living dangerously, Blaine Warbler?" Kurt asks, lifting his head up and grinning.

"You know me," Blaine says with a soft smile. "I'm a rebel."

"Finish your wine, rebel," Kurt says, kissing the corner of Blaine's mouth. "The website said the bathrooms here have rainforest shower heads and I plan to take full advantage of that. So if you want to shower, you know. Before we..." Kurt says, trailing off awkwardly. As it turns out, talking about sex is still awkward, even if you're planning on having it.

"Do you want to go first?" Blaine asks, thankfully ignoring the awkward moment.

"Nope," Kurt says, draining the last of his wine and making a scrunched up face at the alcoholic aftertaste that Blaine laughs at before reaching to set the glass back on the side table. "I'll use all of the hot water if I go first. I'm being a gentleman."

"My hero," Blaine says, tipping the last of what's in his glass into his mouth and then pressing his lips to Kurt's, soft and sweet and tangy from the wine. Kurt's tongue darts out to lick at Blaine's lips before he can stop himself. "We're really doing this, right?" Blaine asks quietly once he pulls away enough to rest his forehead against Kurt's. "This isn't just a really, really good dream?"

"We're totally doing this," Kurt says decisively, grabbing Blaine's glass and putting it on the table. "Now go shower, and keep it quick," Kurt says, smacking Blaine's ass on impulse when he stands up from the bed and hiding his smile when Blaine squeaks. "We've got plans."

"Yes sir," Blaine says with a wink, mock saluting as he takes a spinning step around the corner of the bed and grabs a small bag from his overnight bag before heading for the bathroom. Kurt smiles, wide and stupid, reaching for the bottle of wine again once the door is shut. He figures a little extra courage can't hurt, no matter how well things are going. Blaine would understand.

-

Kurt seriously doubts that sex can be better than this shower head, but he's really looking forward to Blaine proving him wrong. Really, really looking forward to it, but that might just be because he's starting to suspect he's a little tipsy from the wine and an empty stomach, if the way he almost stumbles stepping out of the shower is any indication.

He can hear Blaine singing to himself in the other room once he turns the water off, and Kurt flushes, hoping he didn't take too long. He just had stuff to do - preparation stuff, like making sure he was properly groomed and properly clean and properly... ready. Kurt made Blaine read his pamphlets when they first decided to do this, just in case Blaine had any incorrect ideas from all the weird porn he watches. He didn't want Blaine to expect him to be, like, covered in baby oil and ready for sex after one finger or anything, so he figured fingering himself in the shower was the best way to go.

Just in case.

It's possible he's over-thinking this, so Kurt rolls his eyes and slips on the fluffy hotel robe. Blaine had been stupidly excited about the robes, insisting that they both put them on after they shower, and Kurt would have protested, but, well-- it really is a nice robe and Kurt had already been concerned about what the proper post-shower, pre-virginity clothing option should be, so just this once he's okay with taking the easy out.

There's a knock on their door right as Kurt opens the bathroom door and he yelps and jumps back into the bathroom. He can hear Blaine laughing at him as Blaine opens the hotel room door and says something quietly, and after a second Blaine raps his knuckles on the bathroom door.

"You can come out now," he says.

"Shut up," Kurt says as he opens the door, preemptively rolling his eyes. "Who was that?"

"Room service!" Blaine says with a grin, gesturing grandly to the end of the bed where there's a silver tray waiting. "Close your eyes!"

"Why?" Kurt asks nervously. He doesn't trust Blaine to pull off sexy feeding, and the white robe would stain so easily.

"Oh, fine," Blaine says, rolling his eyes and pulling the cover off the tray. He smiles at Kurt expectantly, and Kurt really tries his best not to, but he giggles anyway, high-pitched and shrill.

"Those are strawberries," Kurt says. "Chocolate-covered strawberries."

"I know!" Blaine says happily. "They have little chocolate tuxedos on them, see?"

"Oh Blaine," Kurt says, stepping forward to kiss Blaine sweetly, just pressing their lips together softly and pulling back before Blaine can try to deepen the kiss.

"I can never tell if it's a good or bad thing when you say it like that," Blaine says. "I'm more than happy to eat the strawberries by myself, you know."

"I never said that," Kurt grins, walking them backwards toward the bed. He pushes Blaine onto the bed and then hops on after him, giggling as he falls into Blaine's side.

"How much of that wine did you drink?" Blaine asks, eying the bottle as he reaches for the tray of strawberries.

"Just another glass," Kurt says, waving his hand dismissively even though he does still feel a little flushed and giddy. He leans his head onto Blaine's shoulder as Blaine lifts the cover off of the tray with an exaggerated verbal drum roll.

"Ta-da!" he says, tossing the cover onto the floor and gesturing to the tray. He looks stupidly proud of himself, and Kurt leans over and kisses him softly.

"Gimme," Kurt says, opening his mouth expectantly and staring pointedly at Blaine. Blaine grabs a strawberry immediately, holding it up to Kurt's lips, and Kurt takes a small bite, smiling as he chews. They really are delicious, the strawberries tasting even sweeter with the chocolate covering them, and Kurt closes his eyes for a second as Blaine presses the strawberry back to his lips and Kurt takes another bite. He thinks he should be feeling absurd, sitting on a fancy hotel bed in a fluffy robe and eating chocolate-covered strawberries with his boyfriend. It's like something out of a cheesy romance novel, except that it's happening to him, and he can't stop smiling to himself as he swallows his last bite of strawberry.

"You're so beautiful," Blaine breathes out, and Kurt blinks his eyes open. Blaine's eyes are dark and heated and he's staring shamelessly at Kurt's mouth.

"Shut up and give me another strawberry, Blaine," Kurt says lightly, trying to break the sudden tension in the air and pretend he's not blushing. Blaine grabs another strawberry and holds it up to Kurt's mouth so he can take a bite, Kurt's lips brushing over Blaine's finger when he leans in. Blaine finishes off the rest off it and tosses the stem to the tray before leaning in and cupping Kurt's cheek, staring with that same heated gaze that makes Kurt's stomach flip.

"You have chocolate, right--" Blaine starts to say quietly before just leaning in and licking at the corner of Kurt's mouth. Kurt's not sure if Blaine's telling the truth or not, but once he's there, his tongue warm and wet on Kurt's mouth, he can't resist. Blaine's sucking a kiss at the corner of Kurt's mouth when Kurt tilts his head and lets Blaine kiss him, open-mouthed and wet. "Kurt," Blaine says shakily against his mouth, and Kurt knows what he means because his stomach is twisted up hot and urgent all of a sudden, wanting more.

Kurt throws his leg over Blaine's so he can climb closer, and Blaine moans and grabs at the back of Kurt's robe, pressing him closer and breathing hard and hot against Kurt's mouth. Kurt just wants him closer - Blaine feels too far away between the fabric of their bulky robes, and Kurt's still just brave enough from the wine that he slides his hand up Blaine's thigh and underneath his robe before he can talk himself out of it, hesitating for a second before wrapping his hand around Blaine's mostly hard cock.

It's not the first time he's jerked Blaine off, but it's the first time he's done it knowing that this is going to lead to more - that he's going to have Blaine any way he wants him tonight, that they don't have to stop, that they can--

"Kurt," Blaine hisses helplessly, snapping Kurt out of it, and when Kurt looks down at him Blaine's jaw is locked tight, his hips rolling up with the movement of Kurt's hand. Kurt takes pity on him and squeezes around the base.

"Sorry," he mumbles. "I got distracted."

"I noticed," Blaine says, leaning up to kiss him. It's strangely soft, Blaine's lips slow and unhurried against his, and Kurt's just starting to relax into it when Blaine slides his hands up the outsides of Kurt's thighs and under his robe, settling them on his ass and squeezing. Kurt pulls back and raises an eyebrow at Blaine, and Blaine grins back at him, wide and unashamed.

"Robes off," Kurt decides, reaching for the tie of his own robe and pulling it free. He's about to shrug it off when Blaine grabs his hands and stops him, sitting up so he can slide Kurt's robe slowly over his shoulders and down his arms, his hands following, stroking at his skin.

"So beautiful," Blaine says quietly, and Kurt doesn't care if Blaine has some big, romantic undressing plan. Kurt's tired of waiting for them to be naked, so he shucks his robe the rest of the way off hurriedly and tosses it over the side of the bed before scrambling off of Blaine's lap and yanking impatiently at Blaine's robe until Blaine rolls his eyes and takes it off.

"You have to do everything your way, don't you?" Blaine says, and Kurt knows him well enough to recognize the fondness in Blaine's voice.

"You love it," Kurt says, stretching out on his side and looking expectantly at Blaine until he follows suit.

"I do," Blaine says, his voice suddenly soft and serious as he brings his hand up to skim over Kurt's shoulder and down his arm, his hip, his thigh, just stroking softly. "I love everything about you," Blaine says, tilting his head forward to press their foreheads together, and Kurt feels his stomach flutter the way it always does when Blaine says something stupid and romantic and right out of all the dreams Kurt had talked himself out of dreaming forever ago.

"You should probably stop saying that," Kurt says, shifting closer until they're pressed together as close as they can get.

"Never," Blaine says with a smile before wrapping his arm around Kurt's waist and trying to pull him even closer. "Your skin is so soft," Blaine whispers against his jaw. "Let's drop out of school and never do anything but stay in bed and touch each other."

"Sounds like a plan," Kurt says, because Blaine's hands are warm and wide and skimming all over him. Kurt doesn't know about the rest of his life, but he could definitely spend a few days like this, learning everything he can about Blaine. It seems like a good idea until Blaine shifts closer, his cock dragging across Kurt's thigh, and then all Kurt can think about is how Blaine had felt in his hand, hot and thick and hard, and-- there will be time for cuddling later. Right now Kurt has more important things to do, like suck his boyfriend's cock.

"What are-- oh," Blaine says when Kurt pushes on his shoulder until he turns to his back and then Kurt squirms his way down Blaine's legs. "Kurt, we don't have to-- we can wait."

"Why would we wait?" Kurt asks, ducking his head to kiss at Blaine's hip. Kurt has tried to give Blaine a blowjob exactly four times in the past two weeks, and it's like the more they got interrupted the more obsessed he got with the idea of getting to finally follow through. He goes slow, kissing his way up Blaine's thighs and then sucking at the thin skin over his hipbones.

"Kurt," Blaine says quietly, and Kurt nods reassuringly at him, leaning in and licking at the head of Blaine's cock just to see how it tastes, if it's as warm as it feels in Kurt's hand. Blaine lets out a shaky breath as Kurt starts to sink his mouth down around the head of his cock, going slowly and getting used to the way Blaine's cock stretches his mouth and weighs heavy on his tongue. Blaine's not scary porn star huge, thankfully (though Kurt would never tell Blaine that), and while the feel of Blaine in his mouth is big in an unfamiliar way, it's not bad at all. Kurt likes having something to wrap his lips around, letting them slide slowly over the skin as he pulls off and licks over the head, and Blaine whines softly, hands grabbing helplessly at the sheets next to his thighs.

"Kurt, can I-- if I touch your hair, will you kill me?" Blaine asks, voice strained, and Kurt pulls off so he can bury his face into Blaine's thigh and laugh. Blaine shivers a little at the sensation and Kurt presses a wet kiss there too, surprised how soft Blaine's thighs are.

"I think I'll be able to curb the impulse for you just this once," Kurt says with a grin, looking up at Blaine and feeling his chest twist up at the way Blaine looks like this, naked and flushed underneath him.

"Thanks," Blaine gasps out, reaching down to cup the side of Kurt's cheek as Kurt moves his mouth back to Blaine's cock. Kurt licks at the side first, tracing his tongue up to the tip and watching the way Blaine's whole body twitches where Kurt's arm is resting over his thigh. Blaine hesitantly curls his fingers into Kurt's damp hair and tugs a little, just enough for Kurt to feel it, and Kurt slides his lips up so he can sink his mouth back down over Blaine's cock, swallowing as he does.

"You're so good at this," Blaine groans, tugging a little harder at Kurt's hair. Kurt knows Blaine doesn't have any basis for comparison, but it's still nice to hear, especially when Blaine just keeps gasping and mumbling nonsense and petting shakily at Kurt's hair as Kurt sucks around his cock. Kurt's got his hand wrapped around the base of Blaine's cock, keeping him steady, and he slowly sinks his mouth lower, taking more of Blaine in and working his tongue around Blaine's cock. Blaine groans loudly, his hips jerking up and his cock suddenly hitting the back of Kurt's throat, enough to make his gag reflex kick in.

"Oh god," Blaine says as Kurt pulls back and coughs a little. "Oh Kurt, I'm so sorry, just-- your mouth, and... oh god."

"It's okay," Kurt rasps, petting at his thighs. "It's okay, just... no more thrusting. I think that's advanced blowjob stuff, and we're still in the introductory course."

"Well, if it helps," Blaine pants, reaching down to brush his thumb over Kurt's lower lip. "You're totally acing the introductory course."

"It does help," Kurt says happily, "thank you. You can keep your hands in my hair if you want," Kurt adds softly, feeling his face heat up even though his mouth is inches away from his boyfriend's cock. He's not really surprised he's into hair-pulling, though. He's thought about it extensively and sometimes he can't help the way he starts blushing when Blaine catches Kurt running his fingers through his own hair and tugging.

"Yeah, okay," Blaine breathes out, tangling his fingers back into Kurt's hair, tugging just enough to guide Kurt's mouth back to his cock. It shouldn't be hot - it should be annoying - but Kurt bites back a moan, opening his mouth so he can take Blaine's cock inside and start to bob his head, swallowing as he pulls up before sinking back down. Blaine moans, the sound low and whiny and unbelievably hot, and Kurt pulls up so he can start licking up under the head of Blaine's cock, tracing the skin with his tongue over and over again until Blaine's breath is hitching, his hips trying to jerk up under Kurt so his cock will slip back into Kurt's mouth.

Kurt makes a noise around Blaine's cock - he was going for 'reminding' but apparently it didn't translate because Blaine just moans loudly and tugs hard at Kurt's hair. Kurt moans around Blaine's cock at the sharp sting in his scalp, and Blaine lets out a noise that's more of a sob than a moan, his hips and thighs shaking under Kurt's arms.

"Kurt," Blaine says brokenly, and Kurt nods around Blaine's cock, dragging his lips up and licking at the little spot he's found under the head of Blaine's cock that makes him shiver. Blaine tugs at Kurt's hair again, harder and harder in a way that makes Kurt rub down against the sheets, his cock throbbing underneath him. "Kurt," Blaine says again, sliding his hand down to cup Kurt's jaw and push until Kurt gets the message and pulls off Blaine's cock.

"What?" he asks, wiping at his mouth where it's embarrassingly slick with spit. Kurt was sure he had been doing it right.

"You have to stop that," Blaine says, his hips still twitching up under Kurt's arms. "Or I'm going to come. Like. Now."

"Oh," Kurt says, flushing a little. "I guess that means I pass introductory blowjobs?"

"A plus plus," Blaine breathes out, collapsing back against the pillows. "Gold star. Smiley face." Kurt laughs, petting at Blaine's thighs just to feel the way they're shivering, and he can't resist stroking his hand over Blaine's cock where it's hard and still wet from his mouth.

"Kurt," Blaine groans, smacking his hand away, and Kurt rolls his eyes and reaches for the bottle of wine on the nightstand, taking a quick swig because his throat is a little sore from Blaine thrusting up into his mouth. "Seriously?" Blaine asks after Kurt swallows. "I didn't even... you know."

"No!" Kurt says quickly, blushing. "It's not a taste thing, Blaine, it's just... my throat is kind of sore, from, you know," he says, raising an eyebrow pointedly at Blaine.

"Oh, right," Blaine says, his cheeks turning pink as well, and Kurt laughs and curls in against Blaine's side, passing him the bottle.

"Don't make me drink alone," Kurt says with a grin.

-

It's not that they're drunk. It's just that they're a little, well. Giggly. And warm. And kind of uncoordinated. And very, very horny.

"Let's have sex now," Blaine gasps against Kurt's mouth, his hips rubbing against Kurt's thigh. "Like, so much sex."

"Yes," Kurt agrees, trailing his mouth down Blaine's neck and biting at his collarbone just to hear him whine. "That's a good plan." Blaine nods and grabs Kurt's hand, leading Kurt's fingers down and rubbing them over his hole. They press in, just a little, and Kurt can tell that Blaine's already a little slippery with lube, which. Oh. "Oh, you-- I thought you'd want me to--" Kurt says, stuttering a little, his stomach swooping at the realization.

"Is that... okay?" Blaine asks, his voice nervous. "I mean, we can do it the other way, I just-- I really want you to." He presses down on Kurt's fingers again, his hips rocking forward into the pressure, and Kurt's so turned on he feels kind of dizzy. Though that might be the wine. "It's kind of all I can think about lately," Blaine says, letting go of Kurt's hand once Kurt starts to stroke over his hole. "I don't think I've jerked off to anything else in the past month, Kurt, fuck. Is it okay?" Blaine's panting now, his hips pressing forward, trying to rock more firmly against Kurt's fingers. Kurt had kind of just assumed he'd be the one on bottom since Blaine never indicated otherwise, but this. Well, yes. This is really working for him.

"That is so okay," Kurt finally tells him in an embarrassingly breathy voice, his thumb rubbing over Blaine's hole, and Blaine's just wet enough that Kurt can press the very tip in. It's thrilling and hot, doing this to Blaine, thinking about Blaine doing this to himself in the shower just an hour ago, and Kurt can't stop staring at the way his thumb slowly spreads Blaine open as it sinks inside, Blaine hot and tight around it. Kurt's never really let himself think about this but now he wants to do more immediately. He scrambles off of the bed and lunges for his bag where he's got a bottle of lube stashed, and he manages to accidentally kick Blaine in the process.

"Oww," Blaine says, rubbing at his thigh and pouting, and Kurt shrugs at him as he climbs back onto the bed.

"Sorry," he says. "I had things to do."

"Well it hurt," Blaine says, his voice whiny, and Kurt rolls his eyes and leans down, kissing at the spot Blaine's rubbing. Blaine goes still so Kurt kisses again, slower, trailing his lips up a little higher on Blaine's thigh and sucking at the skin until he reaches Blaine's hip. He uses the opportunity to push at the inside of Blaine's thighs too, spreading them apart until Blaine bends his legs at the knee, lifting them until his feet are planted on the bed and he's spread open in front of Kurt. It's a surprisingly good look for him.

"There," Kurt says, grinning and dropping one more kiss to Blaine's thigh. "I kissed it better."

"Yeah," Blaine says, his voice suddenly a lot lower. "You did." Kurt swallows, looking down at the bottle of lube in his hand and at Blaine, who's now tilting his hips up a little. "You should--" Blaine says, staring at Kurt with dark, wide eyes. "Your fingers, I mean."

"If you insist," Kurt says, forcing himself to look away from Blaine as he squeezes some lube into his palm. "Do you... have you done this?" Kurt asks as he rubs over the lube in his palm to warm it up. "Like, a lot?" It makes him flush to ask, but he can't help it. They haven't really talked a lot about what they do alone, what they get off to. It's new and hot and kind of exciting to think about.

"Kind of," Blaine says, watching Kurt's fingers. "A lot lately, thinking about this. About you." Kurt's stomach coils up hot and tense, thinking about Blaine in his bed, his fingers inside, maybe wishing they were Kurt's instead. Kurt just nods at him, dragging his fingers through the lube and reaching out to hold Blaine open a little and stroke his fingers over Blaine's hole. Blaine shivers forward, breathing out harshly, and Kurt rubs over him for a few seconds, letting him get used to the feeling before he starts to push his finger in slowly. Blaine hisses out a breath and pushes his hips forward, trying to rush it.

"Uh uh," Kurt says, wrapping his hand around Blaine's hip to hold him in place before he remembers it's still wet with lube. "Oops," he says, giggling as his hand skims over Blaine's skin and slips off of his hipbone.

"Don't say 'oops' when your finger is in my ass," Blaine says, but he's laughing too, and-- whoa, hey, that does some very interesting things where he's clenching down around Kurt's finger. Kurt pushes his finger in deeper, as far as he can go, and rubs a little, just to feel, to get used to the tight heat. "Oh," Blaine breathes out. "Another one, you should-- I can take another one now. Definitely."

Kurt rolls his eyes at Blaine's eagerness, but Blaine is clenching around him, squirming like he's trying to fuck himself on Kurt's finger, and it's so ridiculously hot that Kurt's not going to argue with Blaine if it means he gets to do more. Kurt makes sure his second finger is still wet as he pulls the first out and then pushes back in with both of them, even slower this time because Blaine's so tight, and Blaine lets out a shuddering sigh, tossing his head back onto the pillow as Kurt works his fingers in.

"You still okay?" Kurt asks, because he wouldn't put it past Blaine to keep his mouth shut just so Kurt won't stop.

"So okay," Blaine breathes out, lifting his head and looking at Kurt with wide eyes. His face is flushed and his mouth is open and wet and he looks gorgeous like this, disheveled in a way Kurt doesn't get to see very often. "I've thought about this," Blaine says quietly as he squeezes down around Kurt's fingers. "About your fingers inside of me. They feel different from mine. They're longer, and-- you're deeper than I can get on my own."

"Yeah?" Kurt asks, starting to stroke his fingers in and out slowly. He desperately wants Blaine to keep talking, his own cock throbbing just from the sound of Blaine's rough voice, much less what he's actually saying.

"Yeah," Blaine says, his hips rocking forward. "Can you... deeper? Just kind of, like, press in?" Kurt nods, not trusting himself to actually use words right now, and presses his fingers inside as deep as he can, settling on his stomach between Blaine's legs so he can get a better angle and press just a little deeper. Blaine makes a low, pleased noise, clenching down around Kurt's fingers, and Kurt rests his head against the inside of Blaine's thigh, staring at where Blaine's spread open around his fingers. He can't believe they're finally doing this, so close to something Kurt has wanted to do for what seems like so long.

Kurt rubs his fingers inside of Blaine aimlessly at first, just getting used to the way it feels. He has a vague idea of what he's looking for and now seems like a good enough time to try, with Blaine spread out and pushing back onto his fingers encouragingly. Blaine makes a soft, low noise, almost like a growl, when Kurt finds his prostate and drags his fingers over it. He shudders and clenches down around Kurt's fingers, like he's trying to keep them in place, and Kurt grins against the skin of Blaine's thigh and rubs slow circles, fascinated by the way Blaine's hips try to follow the motion of his fingers.

"Can you-- more," Blaine groans.

"Harder?" Kurt asks, pressing his fingers in more firmly, and Blaine lets out a shuddering breath but shakes his head no.

"Another finger," Blaine says, his words lazy and slow. "It's the stretch. I like the way the stretch feels, and when you move in and out, it's-- that's what feels best, not just pressing." Kurt feels himself flush a little just at the words, but Blaine's apparently lost all shame, his head thrown back and his mouth open as he rolls his hips down against Kurt's fingers. Kurt fumbles in the sheets for the lube, letting his own hips grind a little into the bed because of how unbelievably hard he still is, just from seeing the way Blaine reacts.

Kurt draws his fingers out, quickly slicking three up so he can press them back in. Blaine starts to gasp immediately, pressing forward against Kurt's fingers, trying to take them deeper.

"What's it feel like?" Kurt asks, unable to help himself and not sure how much he should be moving his fingers when Blaine keeps squirming so much. "Blaine, god, you look... is it that good?"

"Fuck, Kurt, it's just-- yeah," Blaine chokes out, squeezing around Kurt's fingers. "It's being stretched, and it's just-- your cock is so thick," Blaine says, laughing breathlessly at himself and turning his flushed face into his arm for a second. "I can't wait, Kurt, shit."

"I know the feeling," Kurt says faintly, nuzzling his face into Blaine's thigh and shifting back down into the sheets. He presses his fingers in deep and stretches them out as much as he can inside, the way Blaine apparently likes. He moves them slowly, too, so Blaine can keep squeezing down, wiggling his hips and working himself back onto Kurt's fingers. "God, you're so tight," Kurt breathes out, curling his fingers in a little and watching the way it makes Blaine's cock twitch where it's resting hard and untouched on his stomach.

"I bet you say that to all your boyfriends," Blaine says, starting to giggle at himself, and Kurt wants to laugh too - he still feels all light and happy from the wine, from actually doing this with Blaine after so much anticipation - but Blaine's squeezing down around Kurt's fingers in new and interesting ways and Kurt groans, pressing his own hips harder into the bed.

"No, just the easy ones," Kurt mumbles, twisting his fingers a little in a way that makes Blaine gasp, and then Blaine is grabbing at Kurt's shoulder, trying to pull him up. "What are you--"

"Kiss me," Blaine says, and he's not laughing anymore but he still sounds breathless, his face flushed and kind of sweaty when Kurt looks at him. "Please? And keep your fingers in, I just want--"

"Yes, absolutely," Kurt says, sitting up. He lets his fingers slip out and Blaine whines, hips twitching up, but Kurt ignores him and throws his leg over Blaine's thigh, straddling him and only just managing not to tip over from the sudden movement when his head still feels so light. Kurt steadies himself and leans down to kiss Blaine's pouting lips, letting his fingers slide down Blaine's stomach and skim over his cock, swallowing Blaine's moan when he finally presses three fingers back inside.

"Jesus," Blaine gasps, throwing his legs open wider, and Kurt kisses harder and rocks down a little against Blaine's thigh, letting his own cock get some friction because it's just so hot, how much Blaine likes this, the sounds he keeps making as Kurt presses his fingers in deeper.

Kurt kisses down Blaine's neck, lets Blaine tip his head back onto the pillow and moan as he works himself back on Kurt's fingers. "Could you take more? More fingers, I mean, before I-- before I fuck you." Kurt flushes when he says it, but Blaine just moans louder, tilting his head so he can kiss Kurt, frantic and messy and so perfect.

"Right there," Blaine gasps after a second, reaching down to touch Kurt's wrist where Kurt is still working his fingers in and out of Blaine. "Not so hard, just--"

"Like this?" Kurt says, curling his fingers up again and pressing in deep, and Blaine shudders, his face scrunching up and mouth dropping open.

"God, yes. Yes. Kurt, you're so amazing, I--" Blaine cuts off with a groan when Kurt moves his fingers in faster, trying to keep them at the angle Blaine likes even when his wrist starts to hurt. Kurt uses his other hand to reach between them, circling his fingers around Blaine's cock, but when Kurt opens his mouth to ask Blaine if he wants Kurt to jerk him off, Blaine gasps out and starts to come over Kurt's hand. Kurt freezes, his fingers stilling inside Blaine as Blaine squeezes around them, hot and tight, his hips twisting slowly.

"Oh my god," Kurt breathes, letting go of Blaine's cock and slowly easing his fingers out. He wants to wipe his hands off on something but instead he just says, "I barely even touched you, Blaine."

"Oops," Blaine mumbles, reaching up and trying to tug Kurt closer. Kurt leans down over Blaine, biting back a moan when his cock slides over Blaine's thigh. It feels like he's been hard forever and looking at Blaine sleepy and relaxed underneath him is giving him serious orgasm envy.

"I guess I can't-- you know," Kurt says, reaching down to brush his fingers between Blaine's legs, and Blaine shivers at the touch, sucking in a sharp breath.

"Kurt, I'm sorry," Blaine says earnestly, leaning in to rub his nose over Kurt's shoulder. "That felt really good. I should just call you next time I want to jerk off instead of doing it myself, fuck."

Kurt laughs loudly, pressing a kiss to Blaine's cheek when Blaine stares up at him. "I think they call that having sex, Blaine. You know, someone else getting you off."

"Hush," Blaine mumbles, turning pink and shifting underneath Kurt again, and this time Kurt groans out loud when Blaine's leg presses up, delicious pressure right against Kurt's cock. "Yeah?" Blaine asks softly, pressing his thigh up more firmly, and Kurt drops his head down to the crook of Blaine's neck and breathes out shakily.

"Yeah," Kurt replies, and Blaine puts his arms around Kurt, pressing at his lower back as Kurt starts to shift his hips, his cock sliding wetly over Blaine's thigh.

"I really am sorry," Blaine says in a low voice, less lazy and more heated now. "I still want to feel you inside me, Kurt. Want you to-- to fill me up, to fuck me, just--"

"Blaine," Kurt moans, his hips moving faster. The friction is just barely enough but his stomach is still twisting up hot like he's close, and Blaine's voice in his ear is making Kurt feel flushed and desperate all over. "Blaine," Kurt says again as Blaine rubs his hand lower, pressing down over Kurt's ass while Kurt works his hips frantically, and Kurt presses his face into Blaine's neck and bites a little at the skin as he starts to come, the rush of heat flooding his body as Blaine moans and tells Kurt how hot he is even though Kurt is barely listening.

Blaine keeps stroking at the small of his back and kissing his hair and his forehead between random words, and Kurt just shivers and presses closer. His entire body is kind of tingling; everything is warm and fuzzy and he's not sure how much of it is the wine and how much of it is the orgasm, but Kurt is entirely sure that he wants more, like, now.

"Where are you going?" Blaine asks, sleepy and confused as Kurt slides down his body and starts to kiss at Blaine's cock. "Oh, what-- what are you doing?" Blaine gasps, squirming away as Kurt licks at him, his tongue sliding wetly up the side of Blaine's cock where he's still soft and a little sticky from come. The taste isn't nearly as bad as it could be, and it's sort of fun how Blaine's cock jumps when Kurt licks at it anyway.

"I'm getting you hard again," Kurt says matter-of-factly. "And then we're going to have sex."

"We just had sex," Blaine says around a yawn, still trying to squirm away from Kurt's open-mouthed kisses over his cock. "Can't we cuddle?"

"No," Kurt says firmly. "Now we're going to have sex-sex."

"We have this hotel room for the rest of the night," Blaine says, tugging at Kurt's shoulder and half-dragging him back up the bed. "We can afford to cuddle and take a post-awesome orgasm nap. Refuel and stuff."

Kurt sighs, because he knows that under normal circumstances Blaine could be hard again in, like, two minutes. And so could he, really. It's one of the few advantages of being a teenage boy that Kurt's discovered so far. But instead the wine is making him feel kind of hazy and warm and sleepy, and once Blaine has him down against the pillows and is cuddling into his side, the nap thing is starting to look like a good idea.

"We should shower first," Kurt yawns into Blaine's hair. "Or at least wash off. You're covered in come."

"I don't mind," Blaine says against his shoulder. "Napping is for now. Cleaning is for later."

"Sex is for later," Kurt reminds him, just in case he forgot, but Blaine's tugging the comforter over them and his breath is warm and even against Kurt's neck, and Kurt's asleep before Blaine can answer.

-

Kurt blinks himself awake at some point when it's early enough for weak light to be streaming in from the corners of the hotel room curtain and he groans, rubbing at his head. He has the beginnings of a headache and his mouth tastes horrific and Blaine's spooned up behind him, drooling against his back.

"Crap," Kurt croaks out, turning until he can push at Blaine's shoulder. "Blaine, wake up, we have to have sex."

"Huh?" Blaine says sleepily, smacking his lips. Kurt wrinkles his nose and it's almost not cute until Blaine rubs his face against Kurt's shoulder and yawns so widely his jaw cracks.

"Your breath is horrible," Kurt says, even though his voice comes out more fond than not. "But we're going to have sex anyway."

"Okay," Blaine says, kissing at Kurt's collarbone. "After we wake up."

"We are waking up," Kurt says, even though he interrupts himself halfway through with a yawn.

"Baby, you're falling asleep," Blaine groans. "We'll wake up in plenty of time, I promise." Kurt wants to protest, but his eyes are heavy and his head is fuzzy and Blaine's pulling him closer and closer, linking their hands together and bringing them up to his mouth, kissing Kurt's knuckles.

"We'd better," Kurt says as Blaine stacks his feet on top of Kurt's under the covers. His toes are cold, but Kurt's too tired to protest.

-

They don't. In fact, they don't wake up until Puck calls for what he swears is the fifth time.

"Dudes," Puck says as he meets them in the parking lot to take the keys back. "You look fucking rough. What happened up there?"

"Shut it, Puckerman," Kurt snaps, throwing the envelope with the keys at his head. The wind catches and it stops a foot or so in front of him. Kurt hates everything.

"No, seriously," Puck says, looking concerned and horrified at the same time. "Did you two do it wrong or something? Is gay sex just super different?"

"I'll be in the car," Kurt says stiffly, throwing one last hateful look and ignoring Blaine completely as he turns on his heel and heads across the parking lot. Blaine has the keys, so Kurt knows he's going to have stand stupidly outside the door until Blaine gets there, but he's angry and stomping away feels good, dammit.

The sun is entirely too bright and they had rushed out of the room so Puck could check them out in time so Kurt has no idea where his sunglasses are and he's in yesterday's clothes and he's still kind of a virgin, and--

He is never drinking wine again.

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