Secrets. Part 5. 'Could I Be So Bold'
COULD I BE SO BOLD by stut_ter
Sunday morning in the Hummel-Hudson residence is usually pretty quiet. Finn sleeps in until at least noon, Burt and Carole have their typical Sunday breakfast at the diner in town, and Kurt spends some down time to himself catching up on homework or talking to Blaine.
THIS morning, though, is different. Kurt wakes tangled in... Blaine. Strong calves pin his legs down and Blaine’s arm is flung over Kurt’s chest, hugging him close, taking his breath. Sure Carole and Dad are probably out and Finn is definitely still sleeping... but Kurt isn’t alone and he’s extraordinarily glad for it. Last night had been so awkward, the prom and his dad’s face when Blaine quickly told him what had transpired there as Kurt made his way to his bed, collapsing onto it and sighing, his dad lurking in the doorway and nodding when Blaine made his way to the bed as well. His dad had had given them one last look, leaving the door wide open, before retreating to his bedroom for the night.
There is no one here now, though. Kurt closes his eyes and takes a moment to assess the rest of his body. The arms and legs around him are already known but now he hears the gentle in-and-out breathing that is hitting his neck as Blaine sleeps, Blaine’s hair a mess and tickling his left earlobe, he feels the rise and fall of Blaine’s chest against his own (Kurt being on his back), and...
Kurt bites his lip and his eyes widen, his mind sending all thoughts to the nerve receptors on his hip that Blaine’s erection is currently touching. It’s not that Kurt doesn’t have the same morning issue... but he isn’t touching Blaine in the same way. If Blaine weren’t such a cuddler Kurt wouldn’t know... or at least not been so acutely aware. But...
Now that he IS aware he can’t stop thinking about touching it. His fingers itch and burn, seeming to creep down of their own volition before he’s snatching them up and away... back to a safer place.
Because he is supposed to be safe. God, this is difficult. He wants... something, anything, more than they have done but how much and who’s to say that something is too much and why can’t he just touch Blaine and... but that is perverted again, right? If he touches Blaine while he’s sleeping won’t that be non-consensual? And boy does that make Kurt’s heart race and his fingers snap closed and keep away because that’s the very last thing he wants to do to Blaine.
Kurt feels all of his muscles tense and shudders out a breath before moving his arms and squeezing Blaine tighter. He won’t do anything that would...
“Kurt... fuck, Kurt...” Blaine mutters in a broken whisper and Kurt’s face must be one fire because Blaine is now subtly rocking his hips, his cock against Kurt and it just... it’s too much... this...
“Blaine,” Kurt whispers, voice strangled and body taut and anxious, “Blaine... honey, please. Wake up.” Kurt shakes his body against Blaine’s and waits, desperately hoping this will rouse his sleeping boyfriend before things get... out of hand.
Or in hand.
Either or...
“Mmm? Wha-? Kurt?” comes Blaine’s bleary voice against his throat, and Kurt feels him arch his back, everything digging hard against Kurt’s body and he just can’t take this, not with the memory of what happened in the wings...
“Blaine... jesus, I can’t... um, I love you snuggling up against me but...” Kurt begins, stuttering and losing the ability to form words in his haste to be a gentleman.
Kurt feels the moment that Blaine realizes what his problem is. Blaine’s body tenses and then... and then he nuzzles closer into Kurt’s space - if that is even possible - and Kurt feels a slow, deliberate, dammit, roll of Blaine’s hips against him. A shudder travels down his skin and through his bones. His body is insisting that something should come from this, and now. Right now.
“Blaaaine -” he whines, making it clear that this is so not fair with just one word.
“Good morning, Kurt,” comes Blaine’s whisper. The other boy arches his body enough so that now his breath is right next to Kurt’s ear, his tongue barely touching the soft skin there. Kurt shakes, wanting to hear more, but he can’t take more of this before completely losing his self-control he has to-
“Remember how I said that I fantasize about you?” Blaine whispers, his fingers tracing down the soft plane of Kurt’s stomach and back up, his fingertips coming to rest on Kurt’s clothed chest, millimeters from an already pebbled nipple. Kurt groans, aching for Blaine to touch him, his mind warring with his body for control. He can only nod, not wanting to talk for fear that it will give him away.
“I want to tell you my first fantasy... the first time I thought about you as... more than my friend. At the time I just thought it was a... a physical thing... something that everyone had happen from time to time about another guy but... then there were so many more and so much of me just... well, just gave in. I wanted to fantasize about you Kurt... it felt so... so right to want you in every way and... god I would come so hard thinking about-”
Kurt’s hips hitch, rubbing Blaine’s cock in the process and making both boys moan low.
“Blaine. Wait... just... wait a second,” Kurt breathes, making up his mind. He pulls himself away from Blaine and smiles, making sure that he knows Kurt isn’t leaving him, and quickly pads to the door, closing it tightly. When he turns around, he glances at Blaine and hums through his nose at the sight. Blaine is wrecked, his cheeks flushed and curls askew, the sheet has been kicked away revealing his tented pajama pants and his chest is rising and falling rapidly. His eyes are wide, glassy, and they take Kurt in hungrily, waiting.
Kurt nods his head, answering his own question, and silently reaches down to tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling up up and tugging it gracefully over his head before tossing it on a nearby chair. Blaine gasps, his hands opening and closing as if he wants to pull Kurt to him from across the room, and then sits up quickly and removes his own shirt in kind. Kurt feels his own face flush redder still and he crosses the empty space between them, straddling Blaine’s hips and kissing him, fucking his tongue deeply into Blaine’s mouth as his fingers rake through his dark curls. Gasps and pants escape as mouths fight for dominance, neither man winning or caring who wins as their hips grind against each other, mimicking their previous encounter.
Kurt wrenches his lips away, steadying his hips before leaning down chest to chest and clutching Blaine’s face in his hands
“Tell me more,” he breathes, rolling his hips and making Blaine moan, “I want to know what you thought of me...”
Blaine groans, leaning his forehead against Kurt’s, their breath mingling and nostrils flaring, heat pooling between their bodies.
“I...” Blaine starts, arms wrapping around Kurt’s waist; hips barely contained, “... it was after we sang Baby It’s Cold Outside. You just... fuck, Kurt, you flirted with me so much and your eyes... your lips singing to me and I just couldn’t stop looking at them and...”
Kurt groans, realizing that Blaine’s fantasies and his own started at the same time... time... they had wasted so much TIME...
“... that night I... I jerked off thinking about it being your hands on me and... fuck, Kurt it was the best orgasm I’ve ever had and it was because of your hands... and... ohhhhhhh my god-” Blaine cuts off, Kurt having pulled himself down Blaine’s body and, reaching into his pajama pants, pulls out his cock and starts stroking, hard and fast. His mind is a swirling mist of lust and he wants everything Blaine can give him and more, fuck the ideas of “later” or “thinking”...
Blaine arches his back, pressing his head into the pillows, mouth open and panting, his fingers in Kurt’s hair as Kurt applies exacting pressure and measured strokes to his cock, pulling him toward his orgasm with aplomb.
“Tell me more,” Kurt gasps, his eyes locked on Blaine’s face as he groans and worries at his lip, trying to stifle the sounds Kurt so desperately wants to hear.
Blaine nods his head, wanting to say more, but he waits, rocking into Kurt’s hand and lightly moaning, then chanting Kurt’s name.
“I...” He pauses to groan as Kurt sweeps his thumb over his head, gathering smooth wetness and drawing it down, intensifying each and every stroke. “The next... the next time I had my mouth on you... I... you tasted so fucking good Kurt, I swear... I swear I came in seconds... I just... fuck, I want...”
And suddenly Blaine is pushing him back, Kurt’s balance knocked askew as their positions are reversed and Blaine is tugging on his pajamas with a low growl in his throat, his lips on Kurt’s and his eyes begging, wanting. His hand finds its goal and Kurt’s moaning in his throat, groaning and begging for more, ‘yes, yes, fuck yes...” keeping rhythm with Blaine’s fist... and then Blaine is gone, his tongue searching, taking, blazing a trail of molten lava down Kurt’s chest, sucking first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, rolling them on his tongue and making Kurt keen high and loud. He continues, his mouth marking and taking, teeth and tongue claiming Kurt’s skin until he’s sinking low and taking Kurt’s cock in his mouth without asking and Kurt gasps, his hands flying into Blaine’s hair and the wet heat of Blaine’s mouth makes him forget that he doesn’t know if he’s ready for this, it doesn’t matter right now because there is only Blaine and his mouth and the fucking ecstasy that is this feeling right now.
Eventually Blaine lifts his head and scrambles up leaving Kurt whimpering and rocking, needing more until he slots himself against Kurt, hot, hard skin thrumming, trapped between them and Blaine licks into his mouth, Kurt’s taste on his tongue and wow, that’s fucking hot, and he’s questioning, tiny rocks of his hips doing nothing to push Kurt closer to where he so wants to be right now, “What about you... you... god, you feel so good against me Kurt... in my mouth, Kurt... your taste is still in my mouth and god... what... what did you think about. Tell me... c’mon... pleeeease...”
Kurt caves, blindly needing more.
“I...uhhh... fuck Blaine... I always dreamt of you... woke up to my... my cock throbbing and coming all over my sheets because I dreamt of your hot fucking mouth on me... like... jesus... like just now and...”
“And what, Kurt... what is it... c’mon...” Blaine begging, so close to coming his hips ache.
“This, Blaine... this...” Kurt moans and reaches between them, grasping both of their erections together and sliding his hands, sweaty-slick over and over, hips grinding and body shaking, moaning into Blaine’s kiss, chanting his name and coming between them. Blaine’s hips stutter, Kurt’s words pushing his orgasm as it blooms out over his skin and he shakes and groans above him, Kurt’s eyes wide yet hazy as he watches him come unbridled and undone.
And they’re coming down now and sleepiness is threatening them both, bodies soft and loose and Kurt’s eyes want to close but he can’t stop staring at Blaine and his body and how HE did this to Blaine and...
Kurt breathes in and takes a quick inventory of events.
They are mostly naked, in his bed, covered in come and sweat and Finn’s in the house and...
… what time is it?
… when will his dad be home?
… did they even want this?
Kurt wanted... more... this? He doesn’t know... he quietly starts to freak out and Blaine feels it, Kurt’s body tense below him, and he sees his face and knows they need to talk this out... make it right...
Kurt’s eyes won’t look to him, though, so he whispers, soft, sweet, his fingers tracing lightly on Kurt’s skin, “Shhh... it’s okay... we’re safe...”
Sunday morning in the Hummel-Hudson residence is usually pretty quiet. Finn sleeps in until at least noon, Burt and Carole have their typical Sunday breakfast at the diner in town, and Kurt spends some down time to himself catching up on homework or talking to Blaine.
THIS morning, though, is different. Kurt wakes tangled in... Blaine. Strong calves pin his legs down and Blaine’s arm is flung over Kurt’s chest, hugging him close, taking his breath. Sure Carole and Dad are probably out and Finn is definitely still sleeping... but Kurt isn’t alone and he’s extraordinarily glad for it. Last night had been so awkward, the prom and his dad’s face when Blaine quickly told him what had transpired there as Kurt made his way to his bed, collapsing onto it and sighing, his dad lurking in the doorway and nodding when Blaine made his way to the bed as well. His dad had had given them one last look, leaving the door wide open, before retreating to his bedroom for the night.
There is no one here now, though. Kurt closes his eyes and takes a moment to assess the rest of his body. The arms and legs around him are already known but now he hears the gentle in-and-out breathing that is hitting his neck as Blaine sleeps, Blaine’s hair a mess and tickling his left earlobe, he feels the rise and fall of Blaine’s chest against his own (Kurt being on his back), and...
Kurt bites his lip and his eyes widen, his mind sending all thoughts to the nerve receptors on his hip that Blaine’s erection is currently touching. It’s not that Kurt doesn’t have the same morning issue... but he isn’t touching Blaine in the same way. If Blaine weren’t such a cuddler Kurt wouldn’t know... or at least not been so acutely aware. But...
Now that he IS aware he can’t stop thinking about touching it. His fingers itch and burn, seeming to creep down of their own volition before he’s snatching them up and away... back to a safer place.
Because he is supposed to be safe. God, this is difficult. He wants... something, anything, more than they have done but how much and who’s to say that something is too much and why can’t he just touch Blaine and... but that is perverted again, right? If he touches Blaine while he’s sleeping won’t that be non-consensual? And boy does that make Kurt’s heart race and his fingers snap closed and keep away because that’s the very last thing he wants to do to Blaine.
Kurt feels all of his muscles tense and shudders out a breath before moving his arms and squeezing Blaine tighter. He won’t do anything that would...
“Kurt... fuck, Kurt...” Blaine mutters in a broken whisper and Kurt’s face must be one fire because Blaine is now subtly rocking his hips, his cock against Kurt and it just... it’s too much... this...
“Blaine,” Kurt whispers, voice strangled and body taut and anxious, “Blaine... honey, please. Wake up.” Kurt shakes his body against Blaine’s and waits, desperately hoping this will rouse his sleeping boyfriend before things get... out of hand.
Or in hand.
Either or...
“Mmm? Wha-? Kurt?” comes Blaine’s bleary voice against his throat, and Kurt feels him arch his back, everything digging hard against Kurt’s body and he just can’t take this, not with the memory of what happened in the wings...
“Blaine... jesus, I can’t... um, I love you snuggling up against me but...” Kurt begins, stuttering and losing the ability to form words in his haste to be a gentleman.
Kurt feels the moment that Blaine realizes what his problem is. Blaine’s body tenses and then... and then he nuzzles closer into Kurt’s space - if that is even possible - and Kurt feels a slow, deliberate, dammit, roll of Blaine’s hips against him. A shudder travels down his skin and through his bones. His body is insisting that something should come from this, and now. Right now.
“Blaaaine -” he whines, making it clear that this is so not fair with just one word.
“Good morning, Kurt,” comes Blaine’s whisper. The other boy arches his body enough so that now his breath is right next to Kurt’s ear, his tongue barely touching the soft skin there. Kurt shakes, wanting to hear more, but he can’t take more of this before completely losing his self-control he has to-
“Remember how I said that I fantasize about you?” Blaine whispers, his fingers tracing down the soft plane of Kurt’s stomach and back up, his fingertips coming to rest on Kurt’s clothed chest, millimeters from an already pebbled nipple. Kurt groans, aching for Blaine to touch him, his mind warring with his body for control. He can only nod, not wanting to talk for fear that it will give him away.
“I want to tell you my first fantasy... the first time I thought about you as... more than my friend. At the time I just thought it was a... a physical thing... something that everyone had happen from time to time about another guy but... then there were so many more and so much of me just... well, just gave in. I wanted to fantasize about you Kurt... it felt so... so right to want you in every way and... god I would come so hard thinking about-”
Kurt’s hips hitch, rubbing Blaine’s cock in the process and making both boys moan low.
“Blaine. Wait... just... wait a second,” Kurt breathes, making up his mind. He pulls himself away from Blaine and smiles, making sure that he knows Kurt isn’t leaving him, and quickly pads to the door, closing it tightly. When he turns around, he glances at Blaine and hums through his nose at the sight. Blaine is wrecked, his cheeks flushed and curls askew, the sheet has been kicked away revealing his tented pajama pants and his chest is rising and falling rapidly. His eyes are wide, glassy, and they take Kurt in hungrily, waiting.
Kurt nods his head, answering his own question, and silently reaches down to tug at the hem of his shirt, pulling up up and tugging it gracefully over his head before tossing it on a nearby chair. Blaine gasps, his hands opening and closing as if he wants to pull Kurt to him from across the room, and then sits up quickly and removes his own shirt in kind. Kurt feels his own face flush redder still and he crosses the empty space between them, straddling Blaine’s hips and kissing him, fucking his tongue deeply into Blaine’s mouth as his fingers rake through his dark curls. Gasps and pants escape as mouths fight for dominance, neither man winning or caring who wins as their hips grind against each other, mimicking their previous encounter.
Kurt wrenches his lips away, steadying his hips before leaning down chest to chest and clutching Blaine’s face in his hands
“Tell me more,” he breathes, rolling his hips and making Blaine moan, “I want to know what you thought of me...”
Blaine groans, leaning his forehead against Kurt’s, their breath mingling and nostrils flaring, heat pooling between their bodies.
“I...” Blaine starts, arms wrapping around Kurt’s waist; hips barely contained, “... it was after we sang Baby It’s Cold Outside. You just... fuck, Kurt, you flirted with me so much and your eyes... your lips singing to me and I just couldn’t stop looking at them and...”
Kurt groans, realizing that Blaine’s fantasies and his own started at the same time... time... they had wasted so much TIME...
“... that night I... I jerked off thinking about it being your hands on me and... fuck, Kurt it was the best orgasm I’ve ever had and it was because of your hands... and... ohhhhhhh my god-” Blaine cuts off, Kurt having pulled himself down Blaine’s body and, reaching into his pajama pants, pulls out his cock and starts stroking, hard and fast. His mind is a swirling mist of lust and he wants everything Blaine can give him and more, fuck the ideas of “later” or “thinking”...
Blaine arches his back, pressing his head into the pillows, mouth open and panting, his fingers in Kurt’s hair as Kurt applies exacting pressure and measured strokes to his cock, pulling him toward his orgasm with aplomb.
“Tell me more,” Kurt gasps, his eyes locked on Blaine’s face as he groans and worries at his lip, trying to stifle the sounds Kurt so desperately wants to hear.
Blaine nods his head, wanting to say more, but he waits, rocking into Kurt’s hand and lightly moaning, then chanting Kurt’s name.
“I...” He pauses to groan as Kurt sweeps his thumb over his head, gathering smooth wetness and drawing it down, intensifying each and every stroke. “The next... the next time I had my mouth on you... I... you tasted so fucking good Kurt, I swear... I swear I came in seconds... I just... fuck, I want...”
And suddenly Blaine is pushing him back, Kurt’s balance knocked askew as their positions are reversed and Blaine is tugging on his pajamas with a low growl in his throat, his lips on Kurt’s and his eyes begging, wanting. His hand finds its goal and Kurt’s moaning in his throat, groaning and begging for more, ‘yes, yes, fuck yes...” keeping rhythm with Blaine’s fist... and then Blaine is gone, his tongue searching, taking, blazing a trail of molten lava down Kurt’s chest, sucking first one nipple and then the other into his mouth, rolling them on his tongue and making Kurt keen high and loud. He continues, his mouth marking and taking, teeth and tongue claiming Kurt’s skin until he’s sinking low and taking Kurt’s cock in his mouth without asking and Kurt gasps, his hands flying into Blaine’s hair and the wet heat of Blaine’s mouth makes him forget that he doesn’t know if he’s ready for this, it doesn’t matter right now because there is only Blaine and his mouth and the fucking ecstasy that is this feeling right now.
Eventually Blaine lifts his head and scrambles up leaving Kurt whimpering and rocking, needing more until he slots himself against Kurt, hot, hard skin thrumming, trapped between them and Blaine licks into his mouth, Kurt’s taste on his tongue and wow, that’s fucking hot, and he’s questioning, tiny rocks of his hips doing nothing to push Kurt closer to where he so wants to be right now, “What about you... you... god, you feel so good against me Kurt... in my mouth, Kurt... your taste is still in my mouth and god... what... what did you think about. Tell me... c’mon... pleeeease...”
Kurt caves, blindly needing more.
“I...uhhh... fuck Blaine... I always dreamt of you... woke up to my... my cock throbbing and coming all over my sheets because I dreamt of your hot fucking mouth on me... like... jesus... like just now and...”
“And what, Kurt... what is it... c’mon...” Blaine begging, so close to coming his hips ache.
“This, Blaine... this...” Kurt moans and reaches between them, grasping both of their erections together and sliding his hands, sweaty-slick over and over, hips grinding and body shaking, moaning into Blaine’s kiss, chanting his name and coming between them. Blaine’s hips stutter, Kurt’s words pushing his orgasm as it blooms out over his skin and he shakes and groans above him, Kurt’s eyes wide yet hazy as he watches him come unbridled and undone.
And they’re coming down now and sleepiness is threatening them both, bodies soft and loose and Kurt’s eyes want to close but he can’t stop staring at Blaine and his body and how HE did this to Blaine and...
Kurt breathes in and takes a quick inventory of events.
They are mostly naked, in his bed, covered in come and sweat and Finn’s in the house and...
… what time is it?
… when will his dad be home?
… did they even want this?
Kurt wanted... more... this? He doesn’t know... he quietly starts to freak out and Blaine feels it, Kurt’s body tense below him, and he sees his face and knows they need to talk this out... make it right...
Kurt’s eyes won’t look to him, though, so he whispers, soft, sweet, his fingers tracing lightly on Kurt’s skin, “Shhh... it’s okay... we’re safe...”