Need (1 of 2)
Author's note: this story is in response to a prompt found in the glee_kink_meme. The prompt was the following:
"Blaine is totally fine with just being friends. He is the one that suggested it after all. Now, if only he could remember that while he was sleeping...
Every time Blaine closes his eyes his 'good friend' Kurt is panting and writhing underneath him. Whispering his name and begging him to go harder, faster, deeper.
It's getting to the point that Blaine is afraid to fall asleep. Unfortunately Kurt notices Blaine's sudden fatigue and questions a tired and cranky Blaine. It probably would have been better to just say he was a little stressed lately as opposed to screaming out "If you would stop begging me to fuck you every time I close my eyes than maybe I wouldn't be so tired!" in the middle of Warblers practice."
It was posted in February and someone started to fill it...but then stopped. I just...needed to finish this fic. Enjoy!
"Just...like...that...Blaine...I...Love...Your...COCK."
Kurt's breathy whispers, lips against Blaine's ear just made Blaine's already throbbing cock tighten and he knew he was thisclose to spilling out into Kurt's incredibly tight ass.
"Blaine, Blaine, Blaine...FUCK. You're so fucking deep!" growled Kurt breathlessly.
This was too much for Blaine and he felt his orgasm crash over him...even his ears were effected, and he heard this rhythmic sound echoing through them.
Ehhh. Ehhh. Ehhh.
Blaine blearily swatted the alarm clock, knocking down his water bottle and various other unknown objects from hid nightstand. As his eyes adjusted to the sunlight streaming in through his dorm windows, he realized it had happened again.
"Fuuuuuck," he muttered. This was his third - and final - set of sheets this week and he didn't know what to do anymore.
As Blaine thanks the powers that be for his single room, he cleaned himself up and assessed the situation.
This was the third night - in a row - that Blaine had had these incredibly detailed, intense, and -fuck- erotic dreams. Every one had brought him to unassisted orgasm (a fact that embarrassed the hell out of him. What was he? Thirteen?) and every one had been about Kurt.
Kurt.
Sweet, lovely, FRIEND Kurt.
It had been Blaine himself who had insisted that they were just friends. He didn't want to ruin the amazingly intimate friendship he finally had with another man. Plus, he just didn't see Kurt as sexy.
Or he thought so.
Blaine stood in the middle of his room, fingers curling unconsciously in his unkempt hair, sweeping the room for answers he couldn't seem to find.
Last night he had tried staying up later - till 3am - as to put himself into a sleep-deprived stupor and to coerce his body into dreamless slumber. Apparently that hadn't worked - and now he just felt exhausted. And he had a headache.
Whatever, he thought, It'll stop soon.
***
Sitting in class next week, Wes couldn't help but watch Blaine as he fell asleep in class. It was a sight - Blaine had his chin cupped in his left hand, elbow on the desk, head lolling...every thirty seconds or so he would snap to attention until he had completely lost the battle about 10 minutes prior. Wes couldn't figure out what was wrong with Blaine these past two weeks. Was it drugs? No way. Dalton's rules were way too strict. He vowed to ask him as soon as...
"Mr. Anderson? Are you with us?" barked the teacher.
Blaine awoke with a start and muttered, "Sorry everyone" guiltily before returning to his bio notes. Slowly the other students' eyes slid back to the monocots and dicots on the ELMO and Wes eyed him intently.
"Dude. What is wrong with you? You've been so out of it lately."
Blaine inwardly cringed. God, he knew. He knew. Hiding his raging erection right now was his main concern. But he couldn't tell Wes that even here in FUCKING Bio class and asleep for all of five minutes his subconscious had him tying Kurt to his headboard with one of his god-damned scarves, clutching Kurt's sharp little hips, and railing his asshole while Kurt muttered incoherently about being Blaine's little cock slut.
Yeah.
Something about that may be a bit too much information for poor, straight Wes. So instead he just whispered, "Can't sleep lately. So much going on."
"Mr. Anderson! Can you tell us the chief difference between Monocots and Dicots?"
Awww...fuuuu... Brrriiiiiing!
Blaine flashed their teacher a mouthful of teeth and headed into the hallway, moving with the determined stream of Dalton boys.
What used to be his favorite time of day - Warbler practice - was now loathsome. Because of their age difference, Kurt and Blaine shared no classes. This was now a godsend as any contact with Kurt had become uncomfortable and an exercise in restraint. Any pretense of them being "just friends" has been lost to Blaine in his sleep-deprived lust-filled haze. But fuck did he want Kurt. Now all he saw was Kurt. Kurt laughing about something with another warbler. Kurt brushing his hair back when he sang. Kurt licking his lips in the dry winter weather. Kurt, Kurt, KURT.
I really can't afford any more laundry quarters, Blaine thought.
Blaine sighed and entered Warbler practice. Fortunately he wasn't late. Unfortunately Kurt was already there.
"Blaine! Hi! Today we're picking songs for regionals...now I know you're really set on Pink, but..."
As Kurt's animated blue eyes and gesticulating manner continued, Blaine was inundated with images.
Kurt, kneeling...blue eyes locked on his, naked cock at attention while he sucked Blaine's insane erection into his gorgeous mouth, humming to make Blaine squirm...
That had been last Thursday's dream.
Blaine shook his head. Focus! Just...don't look at that perfect pink mouth! Don't stare at his pants to see if you can juuuust make out the shape of his prick! Just stop!
Blaine heard nothing Kurt said, though, because now it was Kurt in his lap, strong chest in his face, padded desk chair under his naked body, cock buried in Kurt as far as humanly possible, sweat pouring down his face while Kurt's head is tossed back in an amazing orgazmic scream...
"Blaine? Did you hear what I said?"
Kurt. Focused, confused.
*BANG BANG* There was the gavel and then, silence.
"Blaine?" Kurt whispered, "Honestly. Are you getting enough sleep? You look terrible..I have some eye cream if..."
Blaine lost it. He was just so fucking tired.
"Fuck, Kurt! NO! I don't need anything! If you would just stop begging me to fuck you every time I close my eyes than maybe I wouldn't be so tired!"
Color flooded Kurt's beautiful porcelain features and his eyes dilated in confusion.
Blaine realized that it was quiet.
Realllly quiet.
Shiiiiit.
Did I just say that out loud? At meeting start? Blaine's mind was officially done.
"Uh...ahem," Wes cleared his throat. "Um, Blaine...if you and Kurt have to have some sort of discussion you're excused today. Uh, get some sleep, okay?"
Blaine flicked his gaze toward Kurt, who was gathering his things. Silently they slipped into the hallway, notes from Glitter just beginning.
Without a word, Blaine took Kurt's hand and guided him through the hall toward the dorms. They had been moving steadily and were arriving at Blaine's door when Kurt stopped, removed his hand, and halted Blaine with a determined gaze.
"Okay. What the HELL was that all about?" Kurt's eyes pierced through all Blaine's confidence; his stance overcome with frustration.
"I...just...uhgh, Kurt, let me try to explain, okay?"
Kurt crossed both arms in front of his body, hugging his chest, and gave Blaine his best bitchface.
"I'm listening."
(More to come!)
"Blaine is totally fine with just being friends. He is the one that suggested it after all. Now, if only he could remember that while he was sleeping...
Every time Blaine closes his eyes his 'good friend' Kurt is panting and writhing underneath him. Whispering his name and begging him to go harder, faster, deeper.
It's getting to the point that Blaine is afraid to fall asleep. Unfortunately Kurt notices Blaine's sudden fatigue and questions a tired and cranky Blaine. It probably would have been better to just say he was a little stressed lately as opposed to screaming out "If you would stop begging me to fuck you every time I close my eyes than maybe I wouldn't be so tired!" in the middle of Warblers practice."
It was posted in February and someone started to fill it...but then stopped. I just...needed to finish this fic. Enjoy!
"Just...like...that...Blaine...I...Love...Your...COCK."
Kurt's breathy whispers, lips against Blaine's ear just made Blaine's already throbbing cock tighten and he knew he was thisclose to spilling out into Kurt's incredibly tight ass.
"Blaine, Blaine, Blaine...FUCK. You're so fucking deep!" growled Kurt breathlessly.
This was too much for Blaine and he felt his orgasm crash over him...even his ears were effected, and he heard this rhythmic sound echoing through them.
Ehhh. Ehhh. Ehhh.
Blaine blearily swatted the alarm clock, knocking down his water bottle and various other unknown objects from hid nightstand. As his eyes adjusted to the sunlight streaming in through his dorm windows, he realized it had happened again.
"Fuuuuuck," he muttered. This was his third - and final - set of sheets this week and he didn't know what to do anymore.
As Blaine thanks the powers that be for his single room, he cleaned himself up and assessed the situation.
This was the third night - in a row - that Blaine had had these incredibly detailed, intense, and -fuck- erotic dreams. Every one had brought him to unassisted orgasm (a fact that embarrassed the hell out of him. What was he? Thirteen?) and every one had been about Kurt.
Kurt.
Sweet, lovely, FRIEND Kurt.
It had been Blaine himself who had insisted that they were just friends. He didn't want to ruin the amazingly intimate friendship he finally had with another man. Plus, he just didn't see Kurt as sexy.
Or he thought so.
Blaine stood in the middle of his room, fingers curling unconsciously in his unkempt hair, sweeping the room for answers he couldn't seem to find.
Last night he had tried staying up later - till 3am - as to put himself into a sleep-deprived stupor and to coerce his body into dreamless slumber. Apparently that hadn't worked - and now he just felt exhausted. And he had a headache.
Whatever, he thought, It'll stop soon.
***
Sitting in class next week, Wes couldn't help but watch Blaine as he fell asleep in class. It was a sight - Blaine had his chin cupped in his left hand, elbow on the desk, head lolling...every thirty seconds or so he would snap to attention until he had completely lost the battle about 10 minutes prior. Wes couldn't figure out what was wrong with Blaine these past two weeks. Was it drugs? No way. Dalton's rules were way too strict. He vowed to ask him as soon as...
"Mr. Anderson? Are you with us?" barked the teacher.
Blaine awoke with a start and muttered, "Sorry everyone" guiltily before returning to his bio notes. Slowly the other students' eyes slid back to the monocots and dicots on the ELMO and Wes eyed him intently.
"Dude. What is wrong with you? You've been so out of it lately."
Blaine inwardly cringed. God, he knew. He knew. Hiding his raging erection right now was his main concern. But he couldn't tell Wes that even here in FUCKING Bio class and asleep for all of five minutes his subconscious had him tying Kurt to his headboard with one of his god-damned scarves, clutching Kurt's sharp little hips, and railing his asshole while Kurt muttered incoherently about being Blaine's little cock slut.
Yeah.
Something about that may be a bit too much information for poor, straight Wes. So instead he just whispered, "Can't sleep lately. So much going on."
"Mr. Anderson! Can you tell us the chief difference between Monocots and Dicots?"
Awww...fuuuu... Brrriiiiiing!
Blaine flashed their teacher a mouthful of teeth and headed into the hallway, moving with the determined stream of Dalton boys.
What used to be his favorite time of day - Warbler practice - was now loathsome. Because of their age difference, Kurt and Blaine shared no classes. This was now a godsend as any contact with Kurt had become uncomfortable and an exercise in restraint. Any pretense of them being "just friends" has been lost to Blaine in his sleep-deprived lust-filled haze. But fuck did he want Kurt. Now all he saw was Kurt. Kurt laughing about something with another warbler. Kurt brushing his hair back when he sang. Kurt licking his lips in the dry winter weather. Kurt, Kurt, KURT.
I really can't afford any more laundry quarters, Blaine thought.
Blaine sighed and entered Warbler practice. Fortunately he wasn't late. Unfortunately Kurt was already there.
"Blaine! Hi! Today we're picking songs for regionals...now I know you're really set on Pink, but..."
As Kurt's animated blue eyes and gesticulating manner continued, Blaine was inundated with images.
Kurt, kneeling...blue eyes locked on his, naked cock at attention while he sucked Blaine's insane erection into his gorgeous mouth, humming to make Blaine squirm...
That had been last Thursday's dream.
Blaine shook his head. Focus! Just...don't look at that perfect pink mouth! Don't stare at his pants to see if you can juuuust make out the shape of his prick! Just stop!
Blaine heard nothing Kurt said, though, because now it was Kurt in his lap, strong chest in his face, padded desk chair under his naked body, cock buried in Kurt as far as humanly possible, sweat pouring down his face while Kurt's head is tossed back in an amazing orgazmic scream...
"Blaine? Did you hear what I said?"
Kurt. Focused, confused.
*BANG BANG* There was the gavel and then, silence.
"Blaine?" Kurt whispered, "Honestly. Are you getting enough sleep? You look terrible..I have some eye cream if..."
Blaine lost it. He was just so fucking tired.
"Fuck, Kurt! NO! I don't need anything! If you would just stop begging me to fuck you every time I close my eyes than maybe I wouldn't be so tired!"
Color flooded Kurt's beautiful porcelain features and his eyes dilated in confusion.
Blaine realized that it was quiet.
Realllly quiet.
Shiiiiit.
Did I just say that out loud? At meeting start? Blaine's mind was officially done.
"Uh...ahem," Wes cleared his throat. "Um, Blaine...if you and Kurt have to have some sort of discussion you're excused today. Uh, get some sleep, okay?"
Blaine flicked his gaze toward Kurt, who was gathering his things. Silently they slipped into the hallway, notes from Glitter just beginning.
Without a word, Blaine took Kurt's hand and guided him through the hall toward the dorms. They had been moving steadily and were arriving at Blaine's door when Kurt stopped, removed his hand, and halted Blaine with a determined gaze.
"Okay. What the HELL was that all about?" Kurt's eyes pierced through all Blaine's confidence; his stance overcome with frustration.
"I...just...uhgh, Kurt, let me try to explain, okay?"
Kurt crossed both arms in front of his body, hugging his chest, and gave Blaine his best bitchface.
"I'm listening."
(More to come!)