Fic: Breathless Spirit (Kurt/Blaine)
TITLE: Breathless Spirit
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Kurt and Blaine deal with being apart at Christmas.
FANDOM: Glee (Kurt/Blaine)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for Day 13 @ adventchallenge.
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Blaine sat cross-legged in the middle of Kurt’s bed, watching as he folded an excessive amount of clothes and struggled to fit them all in his carry on luggage.
“Maybe you should leave the extra coat.”
Kurt looked at him like he’d just suggested he sacrifice his first born.
Blaine wrapped his arms around himself and shrugged hesitantly. “I’d like to wear it. It reminds me of you.”
Kurt’s expression softened. “I’ll be home in a week.”
“I know that, but you still won’t be here for Christmas.”
Moving aside a stack of clothes, Kurt knelt on the mattress and shuffled forward until they were face to face. Tucking his legs underneath him, Kurt settled down with a flourish and twined their fingers together.
“I can stay home, you know?” Kurt said, kissing Blaine’s knuckles gently.
Blaine dismissed the idea before it had even fully formed in his mind. “No, you can’t.”
“Of course I can.”
“You can’t just skip out on a family holiday.”
“You’re my family too.”
Blaine leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together. “Thank you for saying that, but I’m not going to let you stay home with me. I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” Blaine cupped Kurt’s face and brought their lips together gently. “But I want a proper goodbye first.”
Kurt smiled against his lips, “I was hoping for one of those.”
Blaine cupped the back of Kurt’s head, tilting his own to fit their mouths together, tangling his tongue with Kurt’s over and over. Kurt groaned, kissing Blaine back just as intensely, sliding one hand under Blaine’s shirt to lightly scrape over a nipple with his fingernail. It was Blaine’s turn to moan at the sensation, clutching at Kurt’s back, feeling Kurt push his body down harder against him. The feeling of being under Kurt was intoxicating, all heat and and muscle moving under thin fabric.
Kurt pinched his nipple again and Blaine broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, his hips bucking upwards, feeling Kurt’s arousal slide against his own through their pants.
“Baby! God...” Blaine breathed.
Kurt kissed his way over the cut of Blaine’s jaw line to the spot behind Blaine’s ear that always made him shiver. “Say it again,” he panted.
Blaine smiled at the request. “Baby...” he breathed again and felt Kurt’s own small shiver at the nickname he’d only just started using.
“Love it when you call me that,” Kurt purred, kissing his way down Blaine’s neck to his shoulder, then further still down Kurt chest, shoving up his shirt until he could lick across his sensitive nipple.
“Oh shit, baby...more...please...” Blaine begged shamelessly, his hand once again cupping the back of Kurt’s head.
Kurt obliged him, licking repeatedly across the small nub before covering it with his mouth and sucking.
“Feels so good,” Blaine groaned, his hips pressing upwards, his erection pushing against Kurt’s stomach now.
Kurt’s hand wandered across his chest to his left nipple, taking it between his fingers and rolling it at the same time his teeth bit gently down on his right one.
“Christ!” Blaine swore, the dual sensations shooting straight down to his cock. He could feel his balls starting to tighten, his orgasm imminent if he didn’t slow things down.
He tugged on Kurt’s shoulder, urging him back up his body. “C’mere, c’mere,” he breathed before claiming Kurt’s mouth with his own once again. He started gentling the kisses, calming things down until they were resting their foreheads together, Blaine’s hands stroking softly up and down Kurt’s back.
“I miss you already,” Kurt murmured. “I wish I didn’t have to leave.”
“I wish you didn’t have to, either,” Blaine answered. “But I’m okay with it because I know you’ll always come back,” he finished with a gentle smile.
“Always,” Kurt whispered, blue eyes filled with his promise.
END
This is my first piece of writing for the Glee fandom, feedback is always appreciated.
RATING: NC-17
SUMMARY: Kurt and Blaine deal with being apart at Christmas.
FANDOM: Glee (Kurt/Blaine)
STATUS: Complete - One Shot
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything. This story is a work of fiction and came from the deepest, darkest, corner of my imagination.
AUTHORS NOTE: Written for Day 13 @ adventchallenge.
***
Blaine sat cross-legged in the middle of Kurt’s bed, watching as he folded an excessive amount of clothes and struggled to fit them all in his carry on luggage.
“Maybe you should leave the extra coat.”
Kurt looked at him like he’d just suggested he sacrifice his first born.
Blaine wrapped his arms around himself and shrugged hesitantly. “I’d like to wear it. It reminds me of you.”
Kurt’s expression softened. “I’ll be home in a week.”
“I know that, but you still won’t be here for Christmas.”
Moving aside a stack of clothes, Kurt knelt on the mattress and shuffled forward until they were face to face. Tucking his legs underneath him, Kurt settled down with a flourish and twined their fingers together.
“I can stay home, you know?” Kurt said, kissing Blaine’s knuckles gently.
Blaine dismissed the idea before it had even fully formed in his mind. “No, you can’t.”
“Of course I can.”
“You can’t just skip out on a family holiday.”
“You’re my family too.”
Blaine leaned forward and pressed their foreheads together. “Thank you for saying that, but I’m not going to let you stay home with me. I’ll be fine.”
“Are you sure?”
“I’m sure.” Blaine cupped Kurt’s face and brought their lips together gently. “But I want a proper goodbye first.”
Kurt smiled against his lips, “I was hoping for one of those.”
Blaine cupped the back of Kurt’s head, tilting his own to fit their mouths together, tangling his tongue with Kurt’s over and over. Kurt groaned, kissing Blaine back just as intensely, sliding one hand under Blaine’s shirt to lightly scrape over a nipple with his fingernail. It was Blaine’s turn to moan at the sensation, clutching at Kurt’s back, feeling Kurt push his body down harder against him. The feeling of being under Kurt was intoxicating, all heat and and muscle moving under thin fabric.
Kurt pinched his nipple again and Blaine broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, his hips bucking upwards, feeling Kurt’s arousal slide against his own through their pants.
“Baby! God...” Blaine breathed.
Kurt kissed his way over the cut of Blaine’s jaw line to the spot behind Blaine’s ear that always made him shiver. “Say it again,” he panted.
Blaine smiled at the request. “Baby...” he breathed again and felt Kurt’s own small shiver at the nickname he’d only just started using.
“Love it when you call me that,” Kurt purred, kissing his way down Blaine’s neck to his shoulder, then further still down Kurt chest, shoving up his shirt until he could lick across his sensitive nipple.
“Oh shit, baby...more...please...” Blaine begged shamelessly, his hand once again cupping the back of Kurt’s head.
Kurt obliged him, licking repeatedly across the small nub before covering it with his mouth and sucking.
“Feels so good,” Blaine groaned, his hips pressing upwards, his erection pushing against Kurt’s stomach now.
Kurt’s hand wandered across his chest to his left nipple, taking it between his fingers and rolling it at the same time his teeth bit gently down on his right one.
“Christ!” Blaine swore, the dual sensations shooting straight down to his cock. He could feel his balls starting to tighten, his orgasm imminent if he didn’t slow things down.
He tugged on Kurt’s shoulder, urging him back up his body. “C’mere, c’mere,” he breathed before claiming Kurt’s mouth with his own once again. He started gentling the kisses, calming things down until they were resting their foreheads together, Blaine’s hands stroking softly up and down Kurt’s back.
“I miss you already,” Kurt murmured. “I wish I didn’t have to leave.”
“I wish you didn’t have to, either,” Blaine answered. “But I’m okay with it because I know you’ll always come back,” he finished with a gentle smile.
“Always,” Kurt whispered, blue eyes filled with his promise.
END
This is my first piece of writing for the Glee fandom, feedback is always appreciated.