Touch
Author's Note: These first two stories are my first FanFics ever. I did not beta them (I didn't know what that meant until I looked it up) and I know there must be errors...be gentle!
"I thought we were."
With these words I was hoping. Hoping Blaine would kiss me again. I had been wrong. I thought that when a guy finally kissed me (and not like Karofsky - that had been decidedly horrid) it would be good. I was wrong. It was better than I had ever, in my wildest fantasies, could have ever thouht. I knew that my body woud react in some primal way, but I didn't know I would feel him all the way to my fingertips...fire in the tips of my ears and a flush in the creases of my elbows. I knew it would be exciting and new, but not that I would have to struggle to keep my breathing even and my hands from exploring every inch of his body.
And it was him.
Blaine
My best friend.
The one I wanted.
Every muscle in my body was tensed to see what effect my words would have because all I wanted in this moment was more of him. His mouth. His hands. God.
Luckily I didn't have to wait long and Blaine was out of his seat. I rose to meet him and there was his gorgeous mouth on mine again, moving, opening mine with his strong jaw. And then, and then...unnngh. His tongue filled my mouth, his lips over mine, and the kiss deepened...little sounds escaping our throats as our mouths moved together.
Movement near my face made me remember the rest of my body. Blaine's guitar-roughed fingers supported my head, thumbs gently setting my earlobes ablaze with their gentle rubbing; fingertips in my hair.
I suddenly needed to see him. Insane need to stop this and see him. MY Blaine.
The kiss continued but I opened my eyes. Blaine's long lashes brushed his beautiful cheekbones as his jaw moved in time with mine. This struck me as the sexiest thing I had ever seen and that thrill ran through me again.
My Blaine.
Mine.
Mine.
*tap tap*
It must've seemed odd to him because I gently tapped his face where my hands held him to me. My prize - those stunning brown eyes - opened first with surprise and then smiling into mine and a chuckle escaped through our mouths. I pulled back.
I felt his fingertips trace down my jawbone and shivered.
"What is it?" he teased, flashing me those beautiful teeth.
Avoiding his gaze, I dipped my chin to catch his fingertips and whispered, "I just wanted to see you...and I love that. No one has ever touched my face...like that."
"Kurt. Look at me." His voice was smooth and gentle.
Drawing my eyes from the ground was harder than I imagined, but warmth spread over my skin when I saw his little smile; lips slightly parted, the tip of his tongue curved up to just touch the bottom of his front teeth.
The tongue that was just in. my. mouth.
Let me just say, if I wasn't already testing the tensile strength of my jeans already all pretext of hiding how absolutely fucking hot this whole situation was was gone now.
And...his eyes laughing at me, but not in a mean way. Just his sexy brown stare.
"Oh, you mean like this?"
His fingers, previously having landed on my tie, gently, steadily, glided up the front of my neck, over my adam's apple, and up my left jawline, causing an involuntary shudder on my part.
I must've turned bright re, be he kept going. Tracing the shape of my ears, tracking slowly across my cheek to the bride of my nose, down the slope of it, into the soft ridge above my upper lip, and down finally to my pouted lower lip. His finger caught there and puled slightly, causing some small sound to emit from within me...and I kissed the tips of his fingers open mouthed, my tongue lightly grazing them.
He groaned.
"Kurt?"
"Mmm?" Still his fingers on my lips.
"Me neither."
What? No one? Ever? Ok, then...
And just like that, all my nervousness, shyness, and, well, holy-shit-I-don't-deserve-him left me and, glancing at the door and seeing the hall empty, I pulled Blaine to the floor.
*end*
"I thought we were."
With these words I was hoping. Hoping Blaine would kiss me again. I had been wrong. I thought that when a guy finally kissed me (and not like Karofsky - that had been decidedly horrid) it would be good. I was wrong. It was better than I had ever, in my wildest fantasies, could have ever thouht. I knew that my body woud react in some primal way, but I didn't know I would feel him all the way to my fingertips...fire in the tips of my ears and a flush in the creases of my elbows. I knew it would be exciting and new, but not that I would have to struggle to keep my breathing even and my hands from exploring every inch of his body.
And it was him.
Blaine
My best friend.
The one I wanted.
Every muscle in my body was tensed to see what effect my words would have because all I wanted in this moment was more of him. His mouth. His hands. God.
Luckily I didn't have to wait long and Blaine was out of his seat. I rose to meet him and there was his gorgeous mouth on mine again, moving, opening mine with his strong jaw. And then, and then...unnngh. His tongue filled my mouth, his lips over mine, and the kiss deepened...little sounds escaping our throats as our mouths moved together.
Movement near my face made me remember the rest of my body. Blaine's guitar-roughed fingers supported my head, thumbs gently setting my earlobes ablaze with their gentle rubbing; fingertips in my hair.
I suddenly needed to see him. Insane need to stop this and see him. MY Blaine.
The kiss continued but I opened my eyes. Blaine's long lashes brushed his beautiful cheekbones as his jaw moved in time with mine. This struck me as the sexiest thing I had ever seen and that thrill ran through me again.
My Blaine.
Mine.
Mine.
*tap tap*
It must've seemed odd to him because I gently tapped his face where my hands held him to me. My prize - those stunning brown eyes - opened first with surprise and then smiling into mine and a chuckle escaped through our mouths. I pulled back.
I felt his fingertips trace down my jawbone and shivered.
"What is it?" he teased, flashing me those beautiful teeth.
Avoiding his gaze, I dipped my chin to catch his fingertips and whispered, "I just wanted to see you...and I love that. No one has ever touched my face...like that."
"Kurt. Look at me." His voice was smooth and gentle.
Drawing my eyes from the ground was harder than I imagined, but warmth spread over my skin when I saw his little smile; lips slightly parted, the tip of his tongue curved up to just touch the bottom of his front teeth.
The tongue that was just in. my. mouth.
Let me just say, if I wasn't already testing the tensile strength of my jeans already all pretext of hiding how absolutely fucking hot this whole situation was was gone now.
And...his eyes laughing at me, but not in a mean way. Just his sexy brown stare.
"Oh, you mean like this?"
His fingers, previously having landed on my tie, gently, steadily, glided up the front of my neck, over my adam's apple, and up my left jawline, causing an involuntary shudder on my part.
I must've turned bright re, be he kept going. Tracing the shape of my ears, tracking slowly across my cheek to the bride of my nose, down the slope of it, into the soft ridge above my upper lip, and down finally to my pouted lower lip. His finger caught there and puled slightly, causing some small sound to emit from within me...and I kissed the tips of his fingers open mouthed, my tongue lightly grazing them.
He groaned.
"Kurt?"
"Mmm?" Still his fingers on my lips.
"Me neither."
What? No one? Ever? Ok, then...
And just like that, all my nervousness, shyness, and, well, holy-shit-I-don't-deserve-him left me and, glancing at the door and seeing the hall empty, I pulled Blaine to the floor.
*end*