Sympathy
So. judearaya wanted a sympathy blowjob for Blaine because of his attack. Here's what you get when I write for Jude...*LOL* ...enjoy?
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The door clicks shut behind Finn and Kurt sighs in relief. Although he loves his brother and Rachel, too, he has wanted to see Blaine’s face and be sure that he’s okay for days now and he quite frankly is happy for some alone time with him.
“Well, which one are we going to watch, there matey?” Kurt teases, his fingertips fanning out the Blu-Rays Finn had left on Blaine’s bed.
Blaine tipped his head back into his headboard, his adam’s apple bobbing with the laughter that gently pealed out of his throat and then groaned, shuffling his feet under the too-hot flannel blanket.
“Shut up, you are sooo not funny.” He whined as Kurt laid his head across his legs, his shoulders shaking with laughter, his giggles muffled against Blaine’s knees.
“Only Finn would bring you PIRATE movies! PIRATE MOVIES, Blaine! C’mon. C’mon,” Kurt giggled, lifting his head up and pulling the chair closer to the bed before putting his elbows on the duvet, his chin resting on his hands, “You know you want to say something utterly and ridiculously pirate-y.”
“Aren’t you supposed to feel BAD for me or something?” Blaine pouted, doing his best to look dejected. “In fact,” Blaine smirked, his voice lowering conspiratorially, “I WAS acting in your best interests and trying to protect you. Doesn’t that count for something? Hmm?”
Kurt sat up, smile gone from his lips and moved forward quickly, placing his right knee next to Blaine’s left and pushing himself up and over Blaine, straddling him, settling down onto Blaine’s lap before reaching up and stroking Blaine’s cheek silently, his eyes boring into Blaine’s.
“Yes, you were. Stupid boy...stupid, stupid boy. Why did you do that? You know I can take care of myself.”
Blaine sighed and reached his hand up, covering Kurt’s with his own and cradling it against his cheek before moving it to his lips and kissing each of Kurt’s fingertips in turn.
“Fuck him. He wasn’t going to make a fool of you, Kurt. Not when I was there to help you. I love you so much, Kurt. So much.”
Kurt’s gaze falters, his gaze sliding over the fabric of Blaine’s pajamas, tears swelling, spilling, and slipping down his cheeks.
“But Blaine,” he whispered, “Blaine, what he did to you, it was supposed to be...”
Blaine’s hands encircle Kurt’s face, forcing his gaze up, forcing Kurt to face him, the determination etched there.
“I don’t care, Kurt. I...it doesn’t matter. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried. You...no one will hurt you if I can help it. You’re not alone. Not anymore.”
Kurt sniffled and laughed, the tension draining from him as Blaine’s fingertips trace the contours of his face, his eyebrows...his lips.
“That tickles, you know.” Kurt grumbles even as he leans in like a petted cat. “And what’s with the blanket?”
Blaine groans and flaps his hands in the air. “It’s my mom. I told her that I’m fine, that I can just sit up here and listen to music or something but she’s so protective, you know? It’s actually a bit warm under here right now so if you want you could...”
Kurt smirks and lifts first one knee and then the other, pulling on the flannel until it slips to the carpet. He glances up at Blaine, resting his hands on his shoulders as he settles back down into his lap and feels...
“Well okay then,” he snickers, “Is that why you wanted me to move the blanket?”
Blaine reddens, his whole face gone still. “Uh, no...I...” he stammers and bites back a moan as Kurt rolls his hips against him, half hard against the smooth cotton of his pajama pants. “It’s not my fault you climbed in my lap and...keep moving around and are all...you.”
“Really?” Kurt teases, dragging his ass purposefully against Blaine’s groin and eliciting a choked groan from Blaine’s parted lips. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better, baby? Anything at all? Am I even allowed? Or is there an eyepatch no sex clause?” He says the last part while clamping off a giggle and Blaine, whose eye had been closed, lips panting as Kurt’s hips quickened against him swats Kurt’s arm and laughs.
“I SAID IT’S NOT FUNNY!” he laughs, pulling Kurt close and kissing him gently, his lips covering Kurt’s and licking softly at the seam of his lips. Softly, slowly he brushes his tongue against Kurt’s lips, teasing them open and lapping gently at Kurt’s tongue. Kurt’s holding back, keeping his tongue in his mouth, making Blaine work for it as his chest fills with heat and his hips buck slowly against Blaine’s, the rhythm matching the slow caress of Blaine’s tongue on his own.
Blaine groans into his mouth, growling softly in irritation, obviously frustrated with Kurt’s control and his hands come up to grip Kurt’s chin, his tongue insistent. Blaine whines against him, Kurt’s tongue barely moving, making Blaine ache. He’s decided Kurt’s trying to kill him when Kurt moves, arching up and into the kiss, his tongue forcing into Blaine’s mouth and sliding roughly over Blaine’s, his lips opening wider, forcing Blaine’s mouth open and sucking Blaine’s tongue into his mouth as he pulls back, sucking and licking at the tip and then sliding down further all while his hips cant against Blaine’s, their cocks rutting against one another, Blaine’s blue cotton stained dark where the head of his dick is leaking against the fabric.
Blaine pulls back, pulling ragged breaths and leaning his forehead on Kurt’s.
“Not...fair...” he whispers and Kurt purrrs, shushing him.
“C’mon Blaine...how can I make you feel better, hmm?” Kurt whispers playfully, knowing full well what his boyfriend is thinking of, where he wants Kurt’s mouth to be.
“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Blaine groans, his fingertips on Kurt’s lips and he moans as Kurt takes two of them deep, licking against them and trapping them tight between his lips.
“Fuck, I want you to blow me, okay? Shit, Kurt, I love your mouth.” Blaine pleads, Kurt’s tongue swirling over the pad of his forefinger.
Kurt pulls back, serious for a moment.
“Are you sure it’s okay? I mean...” he begins, but Blaine cuts him off.
“Kurt, it’s my EYE that’s fucked up, not my cock, okay? Can we just...?”
But Kurt’s already moving, tugging on Blaine’s hips, making him shift down the bed with his head on his pillow and fuck it’s hot when Kurt makes him move.
Kurt’s making quick work of the buttons on his pajamas and in moments the cool air is dragging over his skin. Blaine gives an involuntary shiver before Kurt chuckles and takes his left nipple between his teeth, working it slowly and making him whine before flicking it lightly with his tongue and pulling a moan from his lips. Kurt keeps licking, sliding his tongue over the hardened nub before dragging his tongue over his chest and teasing the other nipple until both are achingly hard, mimicking his cock.
Kurt moves lower, licking between each of his ribs and teasing the skin at the waistband of his pajamas before pulling them roughly over his hips, dragging them over his swollen cock and making it bounce back against his stomach before securing them midway down his thighs. He’s unbuttoning his own jacket and laying it on the chair beside the bed and does the same with his shirt with a speed Blaine admires before his skin is bare, flirting with Blaine, begging to be touched. He reaches out, intending to pull Kurt up, closer, but Kurt wags his finger at him and lowering his lips until they’re just resting on the tip of his cock, his tongue lazily licking out and lapping up the shiny sweet of Blaine that’s already there.
He’s aching, so hard already and so ready to be licked, to be buried in his boyfriend’s sweet mouth but Kurt’s just staring at him and he’s whining and...oh. Kurt wants him to...okay.
Kurt’s eyebrow is raised and his lips are gently wrapped around the tip of Blaine’s cock, teasing, waiting.
“Kuuuurt...please? Fuck, I’m begging...suck my cock, baby. Show me...fuck, show me how much you appreciate me.”
Kurt growls as he takes Blaine’s cock as far as he can, dragging his tongue down the line of Blaine’s dick as he sucks in his cheeks and covers his teeth, ripping a shout from Blaine’s throat as Blaine buries his hands in Kurt’s hair, tugging, digging in and guiding Kurt’s mouth faster, harder.
“FUCK, yes...I love your...your fucking MOUTH...Suck me...ohmygodOHmygod, yes, fuck...” Blane groans, his voice breaking as Kurt’s mouth quickens, pulling his orgasm up from his toes quickly, relentlessly.
Kurt’s hand is wrapped around the base of Blaine’s cock, his fingers wet, his lips brushing them each time Blaine thrusts into his mouth. He’s got an arm against Blaine’s hips but he’s still bucking, thrusting shallowly into Kurt’s mouth, controlling the speed as Kurt fucks down over and over.
“Ungh, fuck...Kurt...so close, jesus christ...so close...” Blaine pleads, needing a little more...a little more...chasing his orgasm and pulling it close as Kurt pulls his fingers, wet with spit, away from the base of his cock and pushes them down, teasing Blaine’s hole with gentle drag and delicious push. Kurt takes his cock deep, humming against the rigid flesh and stroking with his free hand at the base while his finger pushes slow and shallow, barely opening Blaine as he comes with a wailing groan, his fingers tangled in Kurt’s hair, toes curling into the duvet as his boyfriend sucks down everything he has to give.
Kurt eases his finger out of Blaine and pulls back, being sure to tease his tongue under Blaine’s sensitive cock before pulling off, smiling to himself as Blaine shudders and breathes above him, his eye closed and his chest heaving. Kurt pulls gently on his pajamas and Blaine arches up, allowing him to settle the band back at his waist and Blaine sighs, pulling Kurt close. Kurt snuggles down, stretching out his legs and nuzzling into the soft hair of Blaine’s chest as Blaine’s breathing slows.
“Blaine...”
“Hmmmnh...”
“Blaaaaiiinnne...” he whispers, fingers idly drawing patterns onto Blaine’s chest.
“What Kurt?” Blaine mumbles, drawing Kurt’s hand up to gently kiss at his knuckles and Kurt almost - almost - loses his nerve.
“You know why I had to swallow, right?” Kurt asks, controlling the muscles of his face.
Blaine looks down at him, finding Kurt gazing lovingly...almost sickeningly so, up at him.
“Noooo...” he drawls out, afraid of the answer.
“Well,” Kurt begins, “ONE of us had to have two good eyes and so...”
Blaine bucks against him and Kurt hangs on, cackling.
“Get off of me! I hate you! It’s NOT FUNNY!” Blaine yells, but it’s a weak fight and Kurt knows he’s won.
“No, really. This is very serious and so I wanted to be sure that...” Kurt tries again and Blaine’s smacking him, pushing at him and laughing, insisting he needs to get out.
“Oh! My knight in shining armor!” Kurt laughs, shielding himself from Blaine’s blows. “Look at this! Stop the violence! The slushie has damaged your eye AND your brain!”
And Blaine is on him then, dragging him up and kissing him senseless, laughing into his mouth and smiling against his lips.
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The door clicks shut behind Finn and Kurt sighs in relief. Although he loves his brother and Rachel, too, he has wanted to see Blaine’s face and be sure that he’s okay for days now and he quite frankly is happy for some alone time with him.
“Well, which one are we going to watch, there matey?” Kurt teases, his fingertips fanning out the Blu-Rays Finn had left on Blaine’s bed.
Blaine tipped his head back into his headboard, his adam’s apple bobbing with the laughter that gently pealed out of his throat and then groaned, shuffling his feet under the too-hot flannel blanket.
“Shut up, you are sooo not funny.” He whined as Kurt laid his head across his legs, his shoulders shaking with laughter, his giggles muffled against Blaine’s knees.
“Only Finn would bring you PIRATE movies! PIRATE MOVIES, Blaine! C’mon. C’mon,” Kurt giggled, lifting his head up and pulling the chair closer to the bed before putting his elbows on the duvet, his chin resting on his hands, “You know you want to say something utterly and ridiculously pirate-y.”
“Aren’t you supposed to feel BAD for me or something?” Blaine pouted, doing his best to look dejected. “In fact,” Blaine smirked, his voice lowering conspiratorially, “I WAS acting in your best interests and trying to protect you. Doesn’t that count for something? Hmm?”
Kurt sat up, smile gone from his lips and moved forward quickly, placing his right knee next to Blaine’s left and pushing himself up and over Blaine, straddling him, settling down onto Blaine’s lap before reaching up and stroking Blaine’s cheek silently, his eyes boring into Blaine’s.
“Yes, you were. Stupid boy...stupid, stupid boy. Why did you do that? You know I can take care of myself.”
Blaine sighed and reached his hand up, covering Kurt’s with his own and cradling it against his cheek before moving it to his lips and kissing each of Kurt’s fingertips in turn.
“Fuck him. He wasn’t going to make a fool of you, Kurt. Not when I was there to help you. I love you so much, Kurt. So much.”
Kurt’s gaze falters, his gaze sliding over the fabric of Blaine’s pajamas, tears swelling, spilling, and slipping down his cheeks.
“But Blaine,” he whispered, “Blaine, what he did to you, it was supposed to be...”
Blaine’s hands encircle Kurt’s face, forcing his gaze up, forcing Kurt to face him, the determination etched there.
“I don’t care, Kurt. I...it doesn’t matter. I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried. You...no one will hurt you if I can help it. You’re not alone. Not anymore.”
Kurt sniffled and laughed, the tension draining from him as Blaine’s fingertips trace the contours of his face, his eyebrows...his lips.
“That tickles, you know.” Kurt grumbles even as he leans in like a petted cat. “And what’s with the blanket?”
Blaine groans and flaps his hands in the air. “It’s my mom. I told her that I’m fine, that I can just sit up here and listen to music or something but she’s so protective, you know? It’s actually a bit warm under here right now so if you want you could...”
Kurt smirks and lifts first one knee and then the other, pulling on the flannel until it slips to the carpet. He glances up at Blaine, resting his hands on his shoulders as he settles back down into his lap and feels...
“Well okay then,” he snickers, “Is that why you wanted me to move the blanket?”
Blaine reddens, his whole face gone still. “Uh, no...I...” he stammers and bites back a moan as Kurt rolls his hips against him, half hard against the smooth cotton of his pajama pants. “It’s not my fault you climbed in my lap and...keep moving around and are all...you.”
“Really?” Kurt teases, dragging his ass purposefully against Blaine’s groin and eliciting a choked groan from Blaine’s parted lips. “Is there anything I can do to make you feel better, baby? Anything at all? Am I even allowed? Or is there an eyepatch no sex clause?” He says the last part while clamping off a giggle and Blaine, whose eye had been closed, lips panting as Kurt’s hips quickened against him swats Kurt’s arm and laughs.
“I SAID IT’S NOT FUNNY!” he laughs, pulling Kurt close and kissing him gently, his lips covering Kurt’s and licking softly at the seam of his lips. Softly, slowly he brushes his tongue against Kurt’s lips, teasing them open and lapping gently at Kurt’s tongue. Kurt’s holding back, keeping his tongue in his mouth, making Blaine work for it as his chest fills with heat and his hips buck slowly against Blaine’s, the rhythm matching the slow caress of Blaine’s tongue on his own.
Blaine groans into his mouth, growling softly in irritation, obviously frustrated with Kurt’s control and his hands come up to grip Kurt’s chin, his tongue insistent. Blaine whines against him, Kurt’s tongue barely moving, making Blaine ache. He’s decided Kurt’s trying to kill him when Kurt moves, arching up and into the kiss, his tongue forcing into Blaine’s mouth and sliding roughly over Blaine’s, his lips opening wider, forcing Blaine’s mouth open and sucking Blaine’s tongue into his mouth as he pulls back, sucking and licking at the tip and then sliding down further all while his hips cant against Blaine’s, their cocks rutting against one another, Blaine’s blue cotton stained dark where the head of his dick is leaking against the fabric.
Blaine pulls back, pulling ragged breaths and leaning his forehead on Kurt’s.
“Not...fair...” he whispers and Kurt purrrs, shushing him.
“C’mon Blaine...how can I make you feel better, hmm?” Kurt whispers playfully, knowing full well what his boyfriend is thinking of, where he wants Kurt’s mouth to be.
“You’re going to make me say it, aren’t you?” Blaine groans, his fingertips on Kurt’s lips and he moans as Kurt takes two of them deep, licking against them and trapping them tight between his lips.
“Fuck, I want you to blow me, okay? Shit, Kurt, I love your mouth.” Blaine pleads, Kurt’s tongue swirling over the pad of his forefinger.
Kurt pulls back, serious for a moment.
“Are you sure it’s okay? I mean...” he begins, but Blaine cuts him off.
“Kurt, it’s my EYE that’s fucked up, not my cock, okay? Can we just...?”
But Kurt’s already moving, tugging on Blaine’s hips, making him shift down the bed with his head on his pillow and fuck it’s hot when Kurt makes him move.
Kurt’s making quick work of the buttons on his pajamas and in moments the cool air is dragging over his skin. Blaine gives an involuntary shiver before Kurt chuckles and takes his left nipple between his teeth, working it slowly and making him whine before flicking it lightly with his tongue and pulling a moan from his lips. Kurt keeps licking, sliding his tongue over the hardened nub before dragging his tongue over his chest and teasing the other nipple until both are achingly hard, mimicking his cock.
Kurt moves lower, licking between each of his ribs and teasing the skin at the waistband of his pajamas before pulling them roughly over his hips, dragging them over his swollen cock and making it bounce back against his stomach before securing them midway down his thighs. He’s unbuttoning his own jacket and laying it on the chair beside the bed and does the same with his shirt with a speed Blaine admires before his skin is bare, flirting with Blaine, begging to be touched. He reaches out, intending to pull Kurt up, closer, but Kurt wags his finger at him and lowering his lips until they’re just resting on the tip of his cock, his tongue lazily licking out and lapping up the shiny sweet of Blaine that’s already there.
He’s aching, so hard already and so ready to be licked, to be buried in his boyfriend’s sweet mouth but Kurt’s just staring at him and he’s whining and...oh. Kurt wants him to...okay.
Kurt’s eyebrow is raised and his lips are gently wrapped around the tip of Blaine’s cock, teasing, waiting.
“Kuuuurt...please? Fuck, I’m begging...suck my cock, baby. Show me...fuck, show me how much you appreciate me.”
Kurt growls as he takes Blaine’s cock as far as he can, dragging his tongue down the line of Blaine’s dick as he sucks in his cheeks and covers his teeth, ripping a shout from Blaine’s throat as Blaine buries his hands in Kurt’s hair, tugging, digging in and guiding Kurt’s mouth faster, harder.
“FUCK, yes...I love your...your fucking MOUTH...Suck me...ohmygodOHmygod, yes, fuck...” Blane groans, his voice breaking as Kurt’s mouth quickens, pulling his orgasm up from his toes quickly, relentlessly.
Kurt’s hand is wrapped around the base of Blaine’s cock, his fingers wet, his lips brushing them each time Blaine thrusts into his mouth. He’s got an arm against Blaine’s hips but he’s still bucking, thrusting shallowly into Kurt’s mouth, controlling the speed as Kurt fucks down over and over.
“Ungh, fuck...Kurt...so close, jesus christ...so close...” Blaine pleads, needing a little more...a little more...chasing his orgasm and pulling it close as Kurt pulls his fingers, wet with spit, away from the base of his cock and pushes them down, teasing Blaine’s hole with gentle drag and delicious push. Kurt takes his cock deep, humming against the rigid flesh and stroking with his free hand at the base while his finger pushes slow and shallow, barely opening Blaine as he comes with a wailing groan, his fingers tangled in Kurt’s hair, toes curling into the duvet as his boyfriend sucks down everything he has to give.
Kurt eases his finger out of Blaine and pulls back, being sure to tease his tongue under Blaine’s sensitive cock before pulling off, smiling to himself as Blaine shudders and breathes above him, his eye closed and his chest heaving. Kurt pulls gently on his pajamas and Blaine arches up, allowing him to settle the band back at his waist and Blaine sighs, pulling Kurt close. Kurt snuggles down, stretching out his legs and nuzzling into the soft hair of Blaine’s chest as Blaine’s breathing slows.
“Blaine...”
“Hmmmnh...”
“Blaaaaiiinnne...” he whispers, fingers idly drawing patterns onto Blaine’s chest.
“What Kurt?” Blaine mumbles, drawing Kurt’s hand up to gently kiss at his knuckles and Kurt almost - almost - loses his nerve.
“You know why I had to swallow, right?” Kurt asks, controlling the muscles of his face.
Blaine looks down at him, finding Kurt gazing lovingly...almost sickeningly so, up at him.
“Noooo...” he drawls out, afraid of the answer.
“Well,” Kurt begins, “ONE of us had to have two good eyes and so...”
Blaine bucks against him and Kurt hangs on, cackling.
“Get off of me! I hate you! It’s NOT FUNNY!” Blaine yells, but it’s a weak fight and Kurt knows he’s won.
“No, really. This is very serious and so I wanted to be sure that...” Kurt tries again and Blaine’s smacking him, pushing at him and laughing, insisting he needs to get out.
“Oh! My knight in shining armor!” Kurt laughs, shielding himself from Blaine’s blows. “Look at this! Stop the violence! The slushie has damaged your eye AND your brain!”
And Blaine is on him then, dragging him up and kissing him senseless, laughing into his mouth and smiling against his lips.