[NSFW] "Look at me, I gotta case of body language."
Who: justbeingaqueen and rockstarwarbler (plus, watch this space)
What: Can't fight this feeling
Where: Girls' bathroom
When & Time: After THIS, 8.04pm
Rating: NC-17
It wasn't like Blaine made a habit of checking girls' bathrooms or anything. He realised as soon as Kurt smashed into him that the fact he had his hand out ready to push the door open that it would make him look like a creeper. But as he had been passing after his unexpected conversation with Tina, he heard voice coming from there and he would recognise that voice anywhere. to this day, it still plagued his dreams... and some of his nightmares.
He only narrowly missed getting smacked in the face by the door as Kurt roughly pushed it open and walked out to run right into Blaine. Blaine's hands automatically made a grab for him so he didn't fall, but as soon as Kurt realised Blaine had a hold of him, he pulled out of the grip roughly and shot Blaine yet another angry glare. It was then that Holly discreet slipped out of the bathroom behind Kurt and disappeared up the hall. Blaine didn't even know what to make of that, but he was just going to settle on it being none of his business. He just held his hand up quickly. "Kurt, wait. Please," he said and swallowed to draw on the tiny sliver of nerve he had left in him after Kurt's blatant rejection back in the choir room. Fuck, his hand and wrist were pounding, especially not that he had reflexively grabbed Kurt with it, despite injured. "Can we talk? I just want to talk. Two minutes. Just give me two minutes." It would be better than nothing, right? It had to be.
Kurt momentarily watched Holly disappear, almost wanting to call after her to come back and act as a buffer here. He didn't want to be left alone with Blaine. He didn't know what he woudl do or say if he did, especially considering he was as high as a kite and his mood just as volatile right now. He knew it was. He could feel that electricity bubbling under the surface. It was fucking unfair that Blaine looked so amazing standing there, like no time had passed at all. If they paused and squinted just a little, they might even be able to feel just like they had back in high school when everything had been so damn perfect.
Up the hall, he could hear faint voices in the distance. He didn't know who it was, and he didn't care. All he knew was that he wasn't doing anything in this school with an audience. He roughly grabbed the front of Blaine's shirt and pulled him back into the bathroom he had just been so determined to vacate. "I hate you," he hissed through gritted teeth once they were inside. He still had his fists gripped around Blaine's shirt but it was holding Blaine close to him. "I hate what you did to me! I hate you for being you! I hate you for meeting me that day on the stairs in Dalton! I hate you for making me need you! I hate you for giving me courage! I hate you for loving me and taking it all away!" And with that, he pulled Blaine in angrily and kissed him, their lips crashing together so hard they could even have bruised. His tongue breached Blaine's lips as he pushed him hard up against the wall beside the hand-dryer. But Blaine wasn't supposed to kiss back. He wasn't, but he did.
Hell yes, Blaine kissed back. It didn't matter that Kurt was kissing him so roughly and furiously that he actually bit Blaine's lip and drew blood. He wasn't fighting Kurt for dominance, he was just immediately drawn under the spell of something he had wanted so badly for so long. It felt different and it tasted different. Blaine could taste the alcohol on Kurt's lips, but it didn't deter him. In fact, the whole thing was dizzying and intoxicating. All of Kurt's words had cut deep, but it was almost like with the kiss, he was reaching out and grabbing them back before they cut Blaine and spilled open old wounds. Blaine's shoulder banged up against the dryer, but he hardly felt it. Kurt was all he could feel and he was immediately under the spell. This could be dangerous. This shouldn't be how it was going. Rationally, they should be talking and trying to work things out without letting emotions and physical responses get involved, but... it was ten years without touch, after all.
Kurt pulled out of the kiss, though their faces were just barely a couple of inches apart. He looked over Blaine's face as he wet his lips in the wake of the kiss, still taste Blaine there. There was something in the back of his mind telling him to stop and run. This had to be a mistake, but maybe Kurt's whole life was a mistake? Blaine. He could never resist him, no matter how much he wanted to, and here was, back in Kurt's arm after all this time, his lips swollen and panting from the kiss. Their bodies were pressed up against each other and even through the leather layers of his pants and designer kilt, Kurt could feel Blaine hard cock pressed against his hip. Blaine was still shorter, but they had discovered very early on in their high school sweetheart days that the difference in heigh meant that Blaine's dick always nestled so delicious against Kurt's hip like it belonged there and and Kurt's fit like a glove in the dip just above Blaine's groin. Back then, it amazed Kurt how well that fit, but he wasn't going to let his mind stop and linger on that right now or he would lose it. A couple of beats passed as he analysed what he should do next, and then all he could think was fuck it. If carpe diem worked for Robin Williams, it could work for him.
His long fingers expertly flicked open the buttons of Blaine's jeans, and he did take a passing moment to appreciate the buttoned fly that were back in that season. It looked like Blaine retained some of the many tips Kurt kept feeding him about fashion over the years. Or maybe he just had a really good stylist. Yes, Kurt knew exactly what Blaine was up to. Not that he would admit to following his career, but he had his fingers in the right pies and with a boutique in London and his label a prominent part of the London fashion industry, Kurt heard the gossip. The folds of Blaine's fly were shoved away so Kurt's hand could delve down inside Blaine's jeans and underwear. A smirk danced at the corners of his lips when his hand enclosed around Blaine's hard and oh-so-familiar length. Many things could change in ten years, but a cock definitely wasn't one of them.
A strangled and hoarse cry of Kurt's name fell from Blaine's lips but it was cut off by Kurt's lips on his again. Blaine reflexively thrust forward, pushing his cock roughly in against Kurt's palm in an eager invite for more. By the point, he was well aware that this could just be some fucked up dream. Maybe that's all it really was? But the throbbing in his wrist from hitting th wall and the discomfort in his shoulder from being sharply pushed against the dryer were enough to tell him this was no dream. It just felt way too good for that. "More," he groaned against Kurt's lips and then dropped his head back against the wall with gasp when he felt Kurt's fingertips grind against his balls.
"You want more, baby?" Kurt purred, his affectionate pet name for Blaine falling so easily from his lips. His mind wanted to fall prey to what he was letting his body do. He was being taking back so quickly, and he knew his judgment was clouded not only by the drugs and alcohol, but by Blaine's ever-persistent ability to be completely intoxicating to him. Kurt lost track of the amount of times he fell under Blaine's spell, but ten years ago, that was okay. They were in love, it was okay to spend hours on end wrapped in sweaty embraces and professing their undying love for each other. And goddamnit it fucking hell, Kurt had so believed it all, too. That thought had him pulling Blaine off the wall and turning him in the embrace to move over to the sinks. He looked at their reflection in the mirror, and the way he had Blaine embraced so closely against him. He kissed over his shoulder to his throat and then start to suck on Blaine's lobe. His breath tickled over his ear with soft pants of arousal and he indulged in slowly, purposefully rocking his hips to rub his erection against Blaine's ass.
Kurt met Blaine's gaze via the reflection, his head still dipped against Blaine's ear and his tongue darted out to trace over the curve of it. "Do you want me to fuck you, baby? Take you so damn hard and deep, just like old times? Have you been dreaming about this? Was this how you hoped it would all be? That we would fall into each other's arms and profess our undying love for each other..." He licked his lips and he pushed Blaine's jeans down over his hips, his other arm hugged possessively around Blaine's waist with his hand splayed over his toned stomach. He watched again via the mirror as he started to stroke Blaine's cock in rhythmic pumps of his wrist. Both of their eyes were transfixed on the image and the breathy moan that escape Blaine again felt like it spart every nerve-ending in Kurt's body. This wasn't fair. After a decade, he was supposed to be able to resist this! Goddamn his addictice nature, and goddamn Blaine Anderson for being worse than fucking crack!
Through the horny haze, Blaine managed to shove his hand into the pocket of his jacket and fumbled out his wallet, dropping it into the sink in front of them. A condom was unceremoniously plucked from the side pocket and his eyes never left the picture in the mirror of Kurt's hand jerking him off with so much familiarity, Blaine thought he was going to explode at any second. He tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth and then spat the remnants off to the side so he could hold up the rubber for to see. "Fuck me. Just do it. Yes, I've been dreaming about it. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Just fucking do it," he growled and dropped his other hand to clamp around Kurt's fingers wrapped around his cock. He lost himself in the rhythm Kurt had, but it was abruptly halted so Kurt could take the condom and Blaine choked out a cry of frustration, even if he instigated the pause. He had his good hand gripped around the edge of the sink as he waited, and he watched through a heavy-lidded gaze of pulsing arousal at everything Kurt was doing. Their gaze met again and this time it was Blaine who smirked, almost challengingly. Whatever Kurt wanted to throw at him, he would take. He was ready to climb up on the rooftops and profess his undying love for this man. He wanted whatever he could give.
Kurt growled and the condom was slipped between his lips to free his hands and let him shrug out of his jacket. He dropped it onto the floor and then pulled Blaine's from off, dragging it down his back and flinging it off to the side. His movements were jerky and purposeful, determined. He knew if he didn't do this now, he would run and he wouldn't look back. Just like heroine, cocaine, ecstasy... Blaine was just like another drug laid out on the table for him to take and he couldn't resist. He unlaced his leather pants and dragged them, along with his skin-tight boxer-briefs, down over his slender hips just far enough to free himself. Blaine's jeans were next, Kurt's long fingers hooked into the waist of them so they could be tugged down. Blaine's ass was glorious. It always had been and Kurt's eyes swept down over Blaine's back to the perfect curve of his ass as he smooth his palm over it. There was a small, disbelieving shake of his head in perhaps a passing moment of clarity before Kurt just rolled the condom over his cock, running his fingers over his own length to make sure it was in place. As common as it was, saliva was going to have to be resorted to for lube and soon his finger was delved into between Blaine's cheeks and he breached the tight ring of muscle just like he had learnt to so many years ago. They were each other's firsts, and although Kurt would forever cherish that, he was far from the innocent virgin he was back then these days.
If Kurt wasn't holding Blaine up at that point, Blaine probably would have toppled into the mirror. He bit down on his lower lip, feeling the faint sting when Kurt's finger entered him. Yet, despite the evident roughness of the whole situation, Kurt was so familiar and gentle, just like he always was that Blaine almost wanted to cry at how right it felt. He swallowed back the lump in his throat and forced himself to just focus on the task at hand. In a moment of ironic courage, he reached behind and tucked his hand around Kurt's waist in the only way he could hug him, considering their position. It was a touch of affection, something Blaine needed to show before he dripped his head down with a heavily exhaled breath. "Just do it. It's okay... I want it," he insisted. He was too scared that if he let Kurt linger with the foreplay and preparation, Kurt would change his mind and run. There was a distinct chance it could happen, and Blaine just wanted this... needed it, more than he knew how to admit out loud.
Kurt paused and once again looked at Blaine's reflection in the mirror, but Blaine's head was dipped. Thankfully, too, because he couldn't see the affectionate concern shining in Kurt's dialated eyes. But it was gone as quick as it appeared and all Kurt could do was grab Blaine's hips, position himself, and with a grunt, entered him with one slow sweep of his hips, pushing Blaine further in against the sink. He had to ignore the soft cry that Blaine couldn't stifle at the unprepared entry or he really would lose his determination. He waited, forehead pressed against Blaine's back between his shoulder blades, and all that could be heard in the echoey bathroom was their heavy panting. When Blaine had relaxed and adjusted enough to push back against Kurt in invitation, Kurt just started rocking in and out of him with an even pace. It wasn't long before they were both sweating from the exertion, but no words passed. It was like they were both almost scared to say anything and truly acknowledge what was happening, but for a few minutes there, all that existed in the world for Kurt was Blaine, and he could almost - just about - pretend no time had passed at all.
What: Can't fight this feeling
Where: Girls' bathroom
When & Time: After THIS, 8.04pm
Rating: NC-17
It wasn't like Blaine made a habit of checking girls' bathrooms or anything. He realised as soon as Kurt smashed into him that the fact he had his hand out ready to push the door open that it would make him look like a creeper. But as he had been passing after his unexpected conversation with Tina, he heard voice coming from there and he would recognise that voice anywhere. to this day, it still plagued his dreams... and some of his nightmares.
He only narrowly missed getting smacked in the face by the door as Kurt roughly pushed it open and walked out to run right into Blaine. Blaine's hands automatically made a grab for him so he didn't fall, but as soon as Kurt realised Blaine had a hold of him, he pulled out of the grip roughly and shot Blaine yet another angry glare. It was then that Holly discreet slipped out of the bathroom behind Kurt and disappeared up the hall. Blaine didn't even know what to make of that, but he was just going to settle on it being none of his business. He just held his hand up quickly. "Kurt, wait. Please," he said and swallowed to draw on the tiny sliver of nerve he had left in him after Kurt's blatant rejection back in the choir room. Fuck, his hand and wrist were pounding, especially not that he had reflexively grabbed Kurt with it, despite injured. "Can we talk? I just want to talk. Two minutes. Just give me two minutes." It would be better than nothing, right? It had to be.
Kurt momentarily watched Holly disappear, almost wanting to call after her to come back and act as a buffer here. He didn't want to be left alone with Blaine. He didn't know what he woudl do or say if he did, especially considering he was as high as a kite and his mood just as volatile right now. He knew it was. He could feel that electricity bubbling under the surface. It was fucking unfair that Blaine looked so amazing standing there, like no time had passed at all. If they paused and squinted just a little, they might even be able to feel just like they had back in high school when everything had been so damn perfect.
Up the hall, he could hear faint voices in the distance. He didn't know who it was, and he didn't care. All he knew was that he wasn't doing anything in this school with an audience. He roughly grabbed the front of Blaine's shirt and pulled him back into the bathroom he had just been so determined to vacate. "I hate you," he hissed through gritted teeth once they were inside. He still had his fists gripped around Blaine's shirt but it was holding Blaine close to him. "I hate what you did to me! I hate you for being you! I hate you for meeting me that day on the stairs in Dalton! I hate you for making me need you! I hate you for giving me courage! I hate you for loving me and taking it all away!" And with that, he pulled Blaine in angrily and kissed him, their lips crashing together so hard they could even have bruised. His tongue breached Blaine's lips as he pushed him hard up against the wall beside the hand-dryer. But Blaine wasn't supposed to kiss back. He wasn't, but he did.
Hell yes, Blaine kissed back. It didn't matter that Kurt was kissing him so roughly and furiously that he actually bit Blaine's lip and drew blood. He wasn't fighting Kurt for dominance, he was just immediately drawn under the spell of something he had wanted so badly for so long. It felt different and it tasted different. Blaine could taste the alcohol on Kurt's lips, but it didn't deter him. In fact, the whole thing was dizzying and intoxicating. All of Kurt's words had cut deep, but it was almost like with the kiss, he was reaching out and grabbing them back before they cut Blaine and spilled open old wounds. Blaine's shoulder banged up against the dryer, but he hardly felt it. Kurt was all he could feel and he was immediately under the spell. This could be dangerous. This shouldn't be how it was going. Rationally, they should be talking and trying to work things out without letting emotions and physical responses get involved, but... it was ten years without touch, after all.
Kurt pulled out of the kiss, though their faces were just barely a couple of inches apart. He looked over Blaine's face as he wet his lips in the wake of the kiss, still taste Blaine there. There was something in the back of his mind telling him to stop and run. This had to be a mistake, but maybe Kurt's whole life was a mistake? Blaine. He could never resist him, no matter how much he wanted to, and here was, back in Kurt's arm after all this time, his lips swollen and panting from the kiss. Their bodies were pressed up against each other and even through the leather layers of his pants and designer kilt, Kurt could feel Blaine hard cock pressed against his hip. Blaine was still shorter, but they had discovered very early on in their high school sweetheart days that the difference in heigh meant that Blaine's dick always nestled so delicious against Kurt's hip like it belonged there and and Kurt's fit like a glove in the dip just above Blaine's groin. Back then, it amazed Kurt how well that fit, but he wasn't going to let his mind stop and linger on that right now or he would lose it. A couple of beats passed as he analysed what he should do next, and then all he could think was fuck it. If carpe diem worked for Robin Williams, it could work for him.
His long fingers expertly flicked open the buttons of Blaine's jeans, and he did take a passing moment to appreciate the buttoned fly that were back in that season. It looked like Blaine retained some of the many tips Kurt kept feeding him about fashion over the years. Or maybe he just had a really good stylist. Yes, Kurt knew exactly what Blaine was up to. Not that he would admit to following his career, but he had his fingers in the right pies and with a boutique in London and his label a prominent part of the London fashion industry, Kurt heard the gossip. The folds of Blaine's fly were shoved away so Kurt's hand could delve down inside Blaine's jeans and underwear. A smirk danced at the corners of his lips when his hand enclosed around Blaine's hard and oh-so-familiar length. Many things could change in ten years, but a cock definitely wasn't one of them.
A strangled and hoarse cry of Kurt's name fell from Blaine's lips but it was cut off by Kurt's lips on his again. Blaine reflexively thrust forward, pushing his cock roughly in against Kurt's palm in an eager invite for more. By the point, he was well aware that this could just be some fucked up dream. Maybe that's all it really was? But the throbbing in his wrist from hitting th wall and the discomfort in his shoulder from being sharply pushed against the dryer were enough to tell him this was no dream. It just felt way too good for that. "More," he groaned against Kurt's lips and then dropped his head back against the wall with gasp when he felt Kurt's fingertips grind against his balls.
"You want more, baby?" Kurt purred, his affectionate pet name for Blaine falling so easily from his lips. His mind wanted to fall prey to what he was letting his body do. He was being taking back so quickly, and he knew his judgment was clouded not only by the drugs and alcohol, but by Blaine's ever-persistent ability to be completely intoxicating to him. Kurt lost track of the amount of times he fell under Blaine's spell, but ten years ago, that was okay. They were in love, it was okay to spend hours on end wrapped in sweaty embraces and professing their undying love for each other. And goddamnit it fucking hell, Kurt had so believed it all, too. That thought had him pulling Blaine off the wall and turning him in the embrace to move over to the sinks. He looked at their reflection in the mirror, and the way he had Blaine embraced so closely against him. He kissed over his shoulder to his throat and then start to suck on Blaine's lobe. His breath tickled over his ear with soft pants of arousal and he indulged in slowly, purposefully rocking his hips to rub his erection against Blaine's ass.
Kurt met Blaine's gaze via the reflection, his head still dipped against Blaine's ear and his tongue darted out to trace over the curve of it. "Do you want me to fuck you, baby? Take you so damn hard and deep, just like old times? Have you been dreaming about this? Was this how you hoped it would all be? That we would fall into each other's arms and profess our undying love for each other..." He licked his lips and he pushed Blaine's jeans down over his hips, his other arm hugged possessively around Blaine's waist with his hand splayed over his toned stomach. He watched again via the mirror as he started to stroke Blaine's cock in rhythmic pumps of his wrist. Both of their eyes were transfixed on the image and the breathy moan that escape Blaine again felt like it spart every nerve-ending in Kurt's body. This wasn't fair. After a decade, he was supposed to be able to resist this! Goddamn his addictice nature, and goddamn Blaine Anderson for being worse than fucking crack!
Through the horny haze, Blaine managed to shove his hand into the pocket of his jacket and fumbled out his wallet, dropping it into the sink in front of them. A condom was unceremoniously plucked from the side pocket and his eyes never left the picture in the mirror of Kurt's hand jerking him off with so much familiarity, Blaine thought he was going to explode at any second. He tore the condom wrapper open with his teeth and then spat the remnants off to the side so he could hold up the rubber for to see. "Fuck me. Just do it. Yes, I've been dreaming about it. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. Just fucking do it," he growled and dropped his other hand to clamp around Kurt's fingers wrapped around his cock. He lost himself in the rhythm Kurt had, but it was abruptly halted so Kurt could take the condom and Blaine choked out a cry of frustration, even if he instigated the pause. He had his good hand gripped around the edge of the sink as he waited, and he watched through a heavy-lidded gaze of pulsing arousal at everything Kurt was doing. Their gaze met again and this time it was Blaine who smirked, almost challengingly. Whatever Kurt wanted to throw at him, he would take. He was ready to climb up on the rooftops and profess his undying love for this man. He wanted whatever he could give.
Kurt growled and the condom was slipped between his lips to free his hands and let him shrug out of his jacket. He dropped it onto the floor and then pulled Blaine's from off, dragging it down his back and flinging it off to the side. His movements were jerky and purposeful, determined. He knew if he didn't do this now, he would run and he wouldn't look back. Just like heroine, cocaine, ecstasy... Blaine was just like another drug laid out on the table for him to take and he couldn't resist. He unlaced his leather pants and dragged them, along with his skin-tight boxer-briefs, down over his slender hips just far enough to free himself. Blaine's jeans were next, Kurt's long fingers hooked into the waist of them so they could be tugged down. Blaine's ass was glorious. It always had been and Kurt's eyes swept down over Blaine's back to the perfect curve of his ass as he smooth his palm over it. There was a small, disbelieving shake of his head in perhaps a passing moment of clarity before Kurt just rolled the condom over his cock, running his fingers over his own length to make sure it was in place. As common as it was, saliva was going to have to be resorted to for lube and soon his finger was delved into between Blaine's cheeks and he breached the tight ring of muscle just like he had learnt to so many years ago. They were each other's firsts, and although Kurt would forever cherish that, he was far from the innocent virgin he was back then these days.
If Kurt wasn't holding Blaine up at that point, Blaine probably would have toppled into the mirror. He bit down on his lower lip, feeling the faint sting when Kurt's finger entered him. Yet, despite the evident roughness of the whole situation, Kurt was so familiar and gentle, just like he always was that Blaine almost wanted to cry at how right it felt. He swallowed back the lump in his throat and forced himself to just focus on the task at hand. In a moment of ironic courage, he reached behind and tucked his hand around Kurt's waist in the only way he could hug him, considering their position. It was a touch of affection, something Blaine needed to show before he dripped his head down with a heavily exhaled breath. "Just do it. It's okay... I want it," he insisted. He was too scared that if he let Kurt linger with the foreplay and preparation, Kurt would change his mind and run. There was a distinct chance it could happen, and Blaine just wanted this... needed it, more than he knew how to admit out loud.
Kurt paused and once again looked at Blaine's reflection in the mirror, but Blaine's head was dipped. Thankfully, too, because he couldn't see the affectionate concern shining in Kurt's dialated eyes. But it was gone as quick as it appeared and all Kurt could do was grab Blaine's hips, position himself, and with a grunt, entered him with one slow sweep of his hips, pushing Blaine further in against the sink. He had to ignore the soft cry that Blaine couldn't stifle at the unprepared entry or he really would lose his determination. He waited, forehead pressed against Blaine's back between his shoulder blades, and all that could be heard in the echoey bathroom was their heavy panting. When Blaine had relaxed and adjusted enough to push back against Kurt in invitation, Kurt just started rocking in and out of him with an even pace. It wasn't long before they were both sweating from the exertion, but no words passed. It was like they were both almost scared to say anything and truly acknowledge what was happening, but for a few minutes there, all that existed in the world for Kurt was Blaine, and he could almost - just about - pretend no time had passed at all.