I Want Your Everything as Long as it's Free
Title: I Want Your Everything as Long as it's Free
Fandom: Glee (+ RPF?)
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Lady Gaga
Rating: Light R
Warnings: Erm, Kurt Hummel/Lady Gaga. Other than that, none.
Length: 529
Spoilers: None.
Summary: "I am, like, your biggest fan."
AN: I'm... so sorry.
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“I am, like, your biggest fan,” Kurt shouted over the sound of tens of thousands of Little Monsters screaming and cheering still, even though Lady Gaga had left the stage nearly ten minutes ago. The pop star in question merely pinned his hands above his head against the wall of her dressing room in response before pressing her lips against his.
“Ohmygod,” Kurt whimpered, upon regaining the use of his mouth (and brain). “I am making out with Lady Gaga. I can’t wait to tell my dad.”
Gaga laughed, riding the adrenaline from her performance, and kissed her way up to his ear.
“You look hot in lipstick,” she purred, indicating the silver glittery makeup that had started on her lips and ended on his.
Kurt gasped at the sensations because, God, this was so wrong-he wasn’t straight by any means, and he could feel her breasts against his chest (well, he could sort of feel them under the thick layer of latex she was wearing), and he could hear her soft moans into his ear, and… yeah, definitely female. But, still, it was Gaga. How could he not get just a little bit hot and bothered?
“I really love my gay fans,” she said into the curve of Kurt’s neck, letting her hand fall and cup the bulge in his jeans. Kurt wanted to say something cute back, like, ‘We love you, too,’ but he was having too much trouble forming words at the moment and instead let his head fall back against the wall with a thump.
Feeling the need to become an active participant, Kurt raised his thigh for the singer/dancer/actress/artist/activist/
songwriter/cult-celebrity to grind on. “Are we going to, like-” he hesitated, partially because he was a little embarrassed at just how desperate he sounded and partially because he genuinely did not know what to say next. Fuck? Play a love game? Have crazy hot (yet still safe) hetero sex?
Luckily, Gaga seemed to know just what he was trying to ask. She met his eyes and flashed him a toothy smirk (made all the more intense by the smudged lipstick framing her mouth). “You know,” she leant forward so that her lips brushed his with every word, “my outfit is made out of condoms.”
And with that comment, they were gone. Kurt pulled his I ♥ Lady Gay Gay shirt over his head (briefly getting tangled up in the sleeves because he was nervous since he was totally about to lose his virginity to Lady Gaga and seriously), while the artist started struggling with her outfit that usually took about three people to get on and off.
“Help me with this,” Gaga said, and Kurt immediately let his shirt fall to the floor so that he could assist her.
Once the single-piece latex costume had been pushed down to her navel, Kurt tried fumbling with her breasts for a moment-though he really didn’t know what to do with them, so that stopped pretty quickly-before he let his hand slide down her stomach and into the tight space between her costume and her-
Kurt’s eyes widened as he shouted, “I knew it!”
Fandom: Glee (+ RPF?)
Pairing: Kurt Hummel/Lady Gaga
Rating: Light R
Warnings: Erm, Kurt Hummel/Lady Gaga. Other than that, none.
Length: 529
Spoilers: None.
Summary: "I am, like, your biggest fan."
AN: I'm... so sorry.
---
“I am, like, your biggest fan,” Kurt shouted over the sound of tens of thousands of Little Monsters screaming and cheering still, even though Lady Gaga had left the stage nearly ten minutes ago. The pop star in question merely pinned his hands above his head against the wall of her dressing room in response before pressing her lips against his.
“Ohmygod,” Kurt whimpered, upon regaining the use of his mouth (and brain). “I am making out with Lady Gaga. I can’t wait to tell my dad.”
Gaga laughed, riding the adrenaline from her performance, and kissed her way up to his ear.
“You look hot in lipstick,” she purred, indicating the silver glittery makeup that had started on her lips and ended on his.
Kurt gasped at the sensations because, God, this was so wrong-he wasn’t straight by any means, and he could feel her breasts against his chest (well, he could sort of feel them under the thick layer of latex she was wearing), and he could hear her soft moans into his ear, and… yeah, definitely female. But, still, it was Gaga. How could he not get just a little bit hot and bothered?
“I really love my gay fans,” she said into the curve of Kurt’s neck, letting her hand fall and cup the bulge in his jeans. Kurt wanted to say something cute back, like, ‘We love you, too,’ but he was having too much trouble forming words at the moment and instead let his head fall back against the wall with a thump.
Feeling the need to become an active participant, Kurt raised his thigh for the singer/dancer/actress/artist/activist/
songwriter/cult-celebrity to grind on. “Are we going to, like-” he hesitated, partially because he was a little embarrassed at just how desperate he sounded and partially because he genuinely did not know what to say next. Fuck? Play a love game? Have crazy hot (yet still safe) hetero sex?
Luckily, Gaga seemed to know just what he was trying to ask. She met his eyes and flashed him a toothy smirk (made all the more intense by the smudged lipstick framing her mouth). “You know,” she leant forward so that her lips brushed his with every word, “my outfit is made out of condoms.”
And with that comment, they were gone. Kurt pulled his I ♥ Lady Gay Gay shirt over his head (briefly getting tangled up in the sleeves because he was nervous since he was totally about to lose his virginity to Lady Gaga and seriously), while the artist started struggling with her outfit that usually took about three people to get on and off.
“Help me with this,” Gaga said, and Kurt immediately let his shirt fall to the floor so that he could assist her.
Once the single-piece latex costume had been pushed down to her navel, Kurt tried fumbling with her breasts for a moment-though he really didn’t know what to do with them, so that stopped pretty quickly-before he let his hand slide down her stomach and into the tight space between her costume and her-
Kurt’s eyes widened as he shouted, “I knew it!”