Fic: Bait (deleted scene)
Title: Bait
Artist: dani_elizabethx
Word Count: 2,118
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Warnings: roleplayed abuse of authority, slight bondage
Summary: This takes place in May, in the middle of Blaine's search for a teaching position. Blaine has a fantasy, and he and Kurt act it out.
Note: I had this scene in my head pretty much from the moment the thought of cop!Kurt entered my head, but it didn't really fit into the final cut of the story. Smut is good though, so I figured I'd share. Again, thanks to anodrethlluvine for his quick beta!
It was something Blaine had first thought about when he saw Kurt as the gorgeous man in the Bold Brew and recognized him as a police officer. He would never admit that he had thought it then, and he had shoved the idea to the farthest recesses of his mind, hopefully never to surface again.
Then they had slept together, and the fantasy had come back full force a few hours after Kurt had slipped out of the apartment. It had continued to pop up again and again over the next few weeks, usually within a short time of seeing or hearing from Kurt.
It hadn’t gone away by the time they officially started seeing each other. It was always in the back of his head--something potentially exciting they could do--but since they had decided to take things slowly, Blaine had never felt right bringing it up.
A few weeks had passed since they finally stepped over that threshold again, and Blaine couldn’t shake the thought from his head. He found himself thinking about it more often than not, in those late hours when he lay alone in bed while Kurt worked an overnight shift. Finally, he gave in, stopping by an adult store one afternoon and hiding the purchase until the next time he would see Kurt.
He stuffed the bag into his jacket pocket and found an excuse to slip into the bedroom-a quick bathroom trip-while Kurt kept an eye on the dinner they were cooking together. He took the handcuffs, a pair designed to look like a police officer’s but with added padding for comfort, out of their packaging and laid them on Kurt’s pillow.
Blaine made sure Kurt was the one to enter the bedroom first once they had cleaned up, and he stopped so quickly in the doorway that Blaine walked face first into his back.
“Blaine?”
“Hm?” he replied, stepping back from Kurt as the other man turned around.
Kurt gestured behind him to his bed. “Would you know anything about that?”
“Um,” Blaine hedged, feeling his face flush a bit, but not letting his eyes wander from Kurt’s face. “I… I thought it might be kind of hot to roleplay. We don’t have to, but-“
Kurt pressed his forefinger to Blaine’s lips to cut him off. He looked a bit uncertain and surprised by the idea of roleplaying, but the red tint on his cheeks and the size of his pupils betrayed the fact that he found the idea more than a little intriguing.
Blaine raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what Kurt was thinking without talking around Kurt’s finger.
“Okay,” he said, much more shyly than Blaine had ever heard him before. “But on one condition.”
“What’s that?” Blaine asked, though really, he’d be willing to agree to just about anything Kurt wanted.
“At some point, I’m going to need you to teach me a lesson, Mr. Anderson.”
Blaine nodded his head eagerly, and they spent some time discussing logistics and making sure that everything that happened was completely agreed upon by both of them ahead of time. They fell asleep early, curled around each other in Kurt’s bed, each content to simply be close to the other.
Blaine parked his car in the lot behind Kurt’s apartment building the next night after work. They had decided to start the scene late so that there was little to no chance of them being spotted or overheard by someone nearby.
That didn’t mean that Blaine’s heart wasn’t racing as he sat in the darkened car, waiting for Kurt to arrive. He knew exactly what was going to happen, but he had been waiting so long for this that he wasn’t certain he could hold out until Kurt finally decided to come get him. Every little sound and movement, from the wind howling to a cat running across the street behind his car, caused him to jump in anticipation.
Twelve minutes after he cut the ignition (no, of course he wasn’t counting, that would be silly), a knock on his window startled him, and he rolled it down to reveal Kurt standing outside, the blue uniform of the Columbus Police Department even more enticing against his pale skin than Blaine had imagined.
“Yes, Officer?” He gulped.
Kurt kept his face schooled into a look of indifference. “License, registration, and proof of insurance?”
“Um, sure, one second…” Blaine had forgotten that this would be a part of it at all, but he followed along and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket to grab his driver’s license and grabbed the other paperwork out of his glove compartment, handing all three over to Kurt, who took them and walked away.
Blaine let his head fall back onto the headrest and closed his eyes. He was a safe driver and had never been pulled over, and he imagined that the wait while the police officer ran his information had to be nerve-wracking-but not as much so as this was. The anticipation was killing him.
Kurt came back far more quickly than Blaine expected; he wondered if the wait was just as frustrating for Kurt as it was for him. He handed the papers back over and looked Blaine up and down.
“Do you have any idea how fast you were going?”
Blaine shrugged sheepishly. “Not really.”
“I clocked you at 45,” Kurt said. “Do you know what the speed limit is here?”
“Thirty-five?” Blaine guessed.
Kurt shook his head. “Twenty-five. There’s a sign right back there,” he said, pointing somewhere behind Blaine’s car.
Blaine twisted in his seat to look back where Kurt was pointing. He made sure to fumble around as he turned, grabbing at a part of the car he thought was out of Kurt’s line of vision.
“Hey! Hands up!”
Blaine stopped moving immediately and lifted his arms, trying to balance awkwardly where he was positioned looking out the rear window, his muscles quivering from the strain.
“Turn around slowly.”
Blaine nodded and did as he was told. The commanding tone in Kurt’s voice was something he hadn’t heard before, but he liked it. If this were real, he knew his heart would have been pounding in fright rather than excitement.
“Keep your hands where I can see them, and open the door slowly,” he said, stepping back just far enough for the door to open without hitting him in the process.
He swallowed in an attempt to compose himself before tugging on the door handle and stepping out and closing the door behind him. Kurt immediately told him to turn around, spread his arms, and lean against the side of his car. He grabbed one of Blaine’s arms and pulled it down behind his back, then brought his other arm to join it. He held them there with one hand, and then Blaine felt something cold wrap around first one wrist and then the other.
“Do you have any weapons on you?”
“What?” Blaine asked, only partially feigning confusion. “No, of course not.”
Kurt stepped behind him and kicked his feet apart another foot or so before resting his hands on Blaine’s shoulders. “I’m going to pat you down now,” he announced as he started to move his hands down Blaine’s arms.
Blaine tensed under the feel of Kurt’s hands on him, the comfort of knowing it was Kurt halfway negated by the fact that he couldn’t move his arms even if he wanted to. He was quick and efficient, down his arms to his torso, then lightly over his ass and down his legs. He brought his hands back up again to Blaine’s waist and moved them around to the front of his crotch, giving a light squeeze before pulling away again, which left Blaine wanting much, much more.
“Turn around,” Kurt said, and Blaine did so, dizzy with arousal. “Now, a speeding ticket would run you a hundred and twenty dollars, plus a seat belt violation-yes, I noticed-is an additional seventy-five.”
Blaine blinked. “I can’t afford that.”
“There is another option…”
“What is it? I’ll do anything,” he said with wide eyes.
Kurt smiled darkly, a look that Blaine had never seen on him before. It was chilling. “Anything?”
Blaine nodded. “Anything.”
Kurt grabbed him by the arm and pulled him around to the front of his car, where there was even more privacy against the building. “Get on your knees.”
“Huh?”
“You heard me. On your knees.”
Blaine looked down at the ground and tried to figure out how to get down in the tiny space without the use of his arms. He started down but apparently he wasn’t moving fast enough, because Kurt pushed down on his shoulders, gentle but firm enough for Blaine to know that he meant business.
Once he had regained his balance, Blaine raised his head and looked directly in front of him. Kurt already had his pants unzipped, and his semi-erect cock was bobbing inches from Blaine’s face, already glistening with want.
“You know what to do,” Kurt said and pushed his hips forward.
Blaine opened his mouth on instinct, and he moaned slightly at the taste of Kurt. He closed his lips around his cock and sucked, his nerves gone for the first time that night.
But then Kurt grabbed his head and held it in place, only to push his hips even farther forward. Blaine gagged a bit as Kurt’s cock hit the back of his throat, and Kurt relented just enough to let Blaine suck in a breath through his nose before pushing back just as deep.
Kurt continued that rhythm, pulling out only slightly to give Blaine a chance to breathe and then slamming back in as far as he could go. He fucked in and out over and over again, Blaine able to do nothing other than take it as best he could. The feel of Kurt’s balls against his chin and the scent of sweat and man and Kurt pressed tightly against his nose were his only distractions. He barely registered that his own pants were starting to feel uncomfortably tight; Kurt’s cock in his mouth was much more important.
“That’s it,” Kurt panted above him.
Blaine wanted to reach up and cup Kurt’s ass like he would normally, but his hands were still trapped behind him. He tugged at them to test their strength, though he knew somewhere that it was futile, and when he couldn’t do anything he groaned low in his throat.
“Oh, yes,” came Kurt’s strained voice from above him. “Just a bit-“
Kurt pushed in twice more before stiffening, his grip on Blaine’s hair turning painfully tight and his cock pulsing warm liquid down Blaine’s throat.
They stayed in that position for a moment or two longer, Blaine unable to move at all in Kurt’s hands and Kurt holding onto Blaine for all he was worth, until Kurt finally broke the pose. He pulled back from Kurt, a loud pop accompanying his cock leaving Blaine’s mouth. Blaine let his tongue dart out afterward to lick at the last drops clinging to the slit just before Kurt tucked himself back in and looked down his nose at Blaine.
“Get up.”
Blaine struggled to get to his feet, stumbling into the hood of his car before finally standing up properly. He let himself be turned around and he felt Kurt releasing his wrists from the cuffs.
“That should be all,” Kurt said with a jerky, absent nod. “Drive safe, now.”
Blaine nodded, dazed in the aftermath of Kurt’s orgasm. He pulled his hands in front of himself and rubbed at his wrists. They weren’t too sore, and he was glad he had bought the padded handcuffs when he went to the store.
He walked back around to the driver’s side of his car, and he looked around, trying to find Kurt, but he had already gone back inside the apartment, just like they had planned.
Blaine took a deep breath and leaned back against the car door. That had been incredible, and even though he was still achingly hard himself (and only just feeling it now that he didn’t have Kurt’s pleasure to focus on), it was more than he could have asked for. He hadn’t been entirely sure what to expect even though they had discussed everything in advance, and he had been wonderfully surprised with the way his nerves had played into his emotions-and vice versa.
As Blaine began to head inside, he started to think about what they would do so that he could hold up his end of the deal as Kurt Hummel’s teacher, Mr. Anderson.
Artist: dani_elizabethx
Word Count: 2,118
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Kurt/Blaine
Warnings: roleplayed abuse of authority, slight bondage
Summary: This takes place in May, in the middle of Blaine's search for a teaching position. Blaine has a fantasy, and he and Kurt act it out.
Note: I had this scene in my head pretty much from the moment the thought of cop!Kurt entered my head, but it didn't really fit into the final cut of the story. Smut is good though, so I figured I'd share. Again, thanks to anodrethlluvine for his quick beta!
It was something Blaine had first thought about when he saw Kurt as the gorgeous man in the Bold Brew and recognized him as a police officer. He would never admit that he had thought it then, and he had shoved the idea to the farthest recesses of his mind, hopefully never to surface again.
Then they had slept together, and the fantasy had come back full force a few hours after Kurt had slipped out of the apartment. It had continued to pop up again and again over the next few weeks, usually within a short time of seeing or hearing from Kurt.
It hadn’t gone away by the time they officially started seeing each other. It was always in the back of his head--something potentially exciting they could do--but since they had decided to take things slowly, Blaine had never felt right bringing it up.
A few weeks had passed since they finally stepped over that threshold again, and Blaine couldn’t shake the thought from his head. He found himself thinking about it more often than not, in those late hours when he lay alone in bed while Kurt worked an overnight shift. Finally, he gave in, stopping by an adult store one afternoon and hiding the purchase until the next time he would see Kurt.
He stuffed the bag into his jacket pocket and found an excuse to slip into the bedroom-a quick bathroom trip-while Kurt kept an eye on the dinner they were cooking together. He took the handcuffs, a pair designed to look like a police officer’s but with added padding for comfort, out of their packaging and laid them on Kurt’s pillow.
Blaine made sure Kurt was the one to enter the bedroom first once they had cleaned up, and he stopped so quickly in the doorway that Blaine walked face first into his back.
“Blaine?”
“Hm?” he replied, stepping back from Kurt as the other man turned around.
Kurt gestured behind him to his bed. “Would you know anything about that?”
“Um,” Blaine hedged, feeling his face flush a bit, but not letting his eyes wander from Kurt’s face. “I… I thought it might be kind of hot to roleplay. We don’t have to, but-“
Kurt pressed his forefinger to Blaine’s lips to cut him off. He looked a bit uncertain and surprised by the idea of roleplaying, but the red tint on his cheeks and the size of his pupils betrayed the fact that he found the idea more than a little intriguing.
Blaine raised an eyebrow, trying to figure out what Kurt was thinking without talking around Kurt’s finger.
“Okay,” he said, much more shyly than Blaine had ever heard him before. “But on one condition.”
“What’s that?” Blaine asked, though really, he’d be willing to agree to just about anything Kurt wanted.
“At some point, I’m going to need you to teach me a lesson, Mr. Anderson.”
Blaine nodded his head eagerly, and they spent some time discussing logistics and making sure that everything that happened was completely agreed upon by both of them ahead of time. They fell asleep early, curled around each other in Kurt’s bed, each content to simply be close to the other.
Blaine parked his car in the lot behind Kurt’s apartment building the next night after work. They had decided to start the scene late so that there was little to no chance of them being spotted or overheard by someone nearby.
That didn’t mean that Blaine’s heart wasn’t racing as he sat in the darkened car, waiting for Kurt to arrive. He knew exactly what was going to happen, but he had been waiting so long for this that he wasn’t certain he could hold out until Kurt finally decided to come get him. Every little sound and movement, from the wind howling to a cat running across the street behind his car, caused him to jump in anticipation.
Twelve minutes after he cut the ignition (no, of course he wasn’t counting, that would be silly), a knock on his window startled him, and he rolled it down to reveal Kurt standing outside, the blue uniform of the Columbus Police Department even more enticing against his pale skin than Blaine had imagined.
“Yes, Officer?” He gulped.
Kurt kept his face schooled into a look of indifference. “License, registration, and proof of insurance?”
“Um, sure, one second…” Blaine had forgotten that this would be a part of it at all, but he followed along and pulled his wallet out of his back pocket to grab his driver’s license and grabbed the other paperwork out of his glove compartment, handing all three over to Kurt, who took them and walked away.
Blaine let his head fall back onto the headrest and closed his eyes. He was a safe driver and had never been pulled over, and he imagined that the wait while the police officer ran his information had to be nerve-wracking-but not as much so as this was. The anticipation was killing him.
Kurt came back far more quickly than Blaine expected; he wondered if the wait was just as frustrating for Kurt as it was for him. He handed the papers back over and looked Blaine up and down.
“Do you have any idea how fast you were going?”
Blaine shrugged sheepishly. “Not really.”
“I clocked you at 45,” Kurt said. “Do you know what the speed limit is here?”
“Thirty-five?” Blaine guessed.
Kurt shook his head. “Twenty-five. There’s a sign right back there,” he said, pointing somewhere behind Blaine’s car.
Blaine twisted in his seat to look back where Kurt was pointing. He made sure to fumble around as he turned, grabbing at a part of the car he thought was out of Kurt’s line of vision.
“Hey! Hands up!”
Blaine stopped moving immediately and lifted his arms, trying to balance awkwardly where he was positioned looking out the rear window, his muscles quivering from the strain.
“Turn around slowly.”
Blaine nodded and did as he was told. The commanding tone in Kurt’s voice was something he hadn’t heard before, but he liked it. If this were real, he knew his heart would have been pounding in fright rather than excitement.
“Keep your hands where I can see them, and open the door slowly,” he said, stepping back just far enough for the door to open without hitting him in the process.
He swallowed in an attempt to compose himself before tugging on the door handle and stepping out and closing the door behind him. Kurt immediately told him to turn around, spread his arms, and lean against the side of his car. He grabbed one of Blaine’s arms and pulled it down behind his back, then brought his other arm to join it. He held them there with one hand, and then Blaine felt something cold wrap around first one wrist and then the other.
“Do you have any weapons on you?”
“What?” Blaine asked, only partially feigning confusion. “No, of course not.”
Kurt stepped behind him and kicked his feet apart another foot or so before resting his hands on Blaine’s shoulders. “I’m going to pat you down now,” he announced as he started to move his hands down Blaine’s arms.
Blaine tensed under the feel of Kurt’s hands on him, the comfort of knowing it was Kurt halfway negated by the fact that he couldn’t move his arms even if he wanted to. He was quick and efficient, down his arms to his torso, then lightly over his ass and down his legs. He brought his hands back up again to Blaine’s waist and moved them around to the front of his crotch, giving a light squeeze before pulling away again, which left Blaine wanting much, much more.
“Turn around,” Kurt said, and Blaine did so, dizzy with arousal. “Now, a speeding ticket would run you a hundred and twenty dollars, plus a seat belt violation-yes, I noticed-is an additional seventy-five.”
Blaine blinked. “I can’t afford that.”
“There is another option…”
“What is it? I’ll do anything,” he said with wide eyes.
Kurt smiled darkly, a look that Blaine had never seen on him before. It was chilling. “Anything?”
Blaine nodded. “Anything.”
Kurt grabbed him by the arm and pulled him around to the front of his car, where there was even more privacy against the building. “Get on your knees.”
“Huh?”
“You heard me. On your knees.”
Blaine looked down at the ground and tried to figure out how to get down in the tiny space without the use of his arms. He started down but apparently he wasn’t moving fast enough, because Kurt pushed down on his shoulders, gentle but firm enough for Blaine to know that he meant business.
Once he had regained his balance, Blaine raised his head and looked directly in front of him. Kurt already had his pants unzipped, and his semi-erect cock was bobbing inches from Blaine’s face, already glistening with want.
“You know what to do,” Kurt said and pushed his hips forward.
Blaine opened his mouth on instinct, and he moaned slightly at the taste of Kurt. He closed his lips around his cock and sucked, his nerves gone for the first time that night.
But then Kurt grabbed his head and held it in place, only to push his hips even farther forward. Blaine gagged a bit as Kurt’s cock hit the back of his throat, and Kurt relented just enough to let Blaine suck in a breath through his nose before pushing back just as deep.
Kurt continued that rhythm, pulling out only slightly to give Blaine a chance to breathe and then slamming back in as far as he could go. He fucked in and out over and over again, Blaine able to do nothing other than take it as best he could. The feel of Kurt’s balls against his chin and the scent of sweat and man and Kurt pressed tightly against his nose were his only distractions. He barely registered that his own pants were starting to feel uncomfortably tight; Kurt’s cock in his mouth was much more important.
“That’s it,” Kurt panted above him.
Blaine wanted to reach up and cup Kurt’s ass like he would normally, but his hands were still trapped behind him. He tugged at them to test their strength, though he knew somewhere that it was futile, and when he couldn’t do anything he groaned low in his throat.
“Oh, yes,” came Kurt’s strained voice from above him. “Just a bit-“
Kurt pushed in twice more before stiffening, his grip on Blaine’s hair turning painfully tight and his cock pulsing warm liquid down Blaine’s throat.
They stayed in that position for a moment or two longer, Blaine unable to move at all in Kurt’s hands and Kurt holding onto Blaine for all he was worth, until Kurt finally broke the pose. He pulled back from Kurt, a loud pop accompanying his cock leaving Blaine’s mouth. Blaine let his tongue dart out afterward to lick at the last drops clinging to the slit just before Kurt tucked himself back in and looked down his nose at Blaine.
“Get up.”
Blaine struggled to get to his feet, stumbling into the hood of his car before finally standing up properly. He let himself be turned around and he felt Kurt releasing his wrists from the cuffs.
“That should be all,” Kurt said with a jerky, absent nod. “Drive safe, now.”
Blaine nodded, dazed in the aftermath of Kurt’s orgasm. He pulled his hands in front of himself and rubbed at his wrists. They weren’t too sore, and he was glad he had bought the padded handcuffs when he went to the store.
He walked back around to the driver’s side of his car, and he looked around, trying to find Kurt, but he had already gone back inside the apartment, just like they had planned.
Blaine took a deep breath and leaned back against the car door. That had been incredible, and even though he was still achingly hard himself (and only just feeling it now that he didn’t have Kurt’s pleasure to focus on), it was more than he could have asked for. He hadn’t been entirely sure what to expect even though they had discussed everything in advance, and he had been wonderfully surprised with the way his nerves had played into his emotions-and vice versa.
As Blaine began to head inside, he started to think about what they would do so that he could hold up his end of the deal as Kurt Hummel’s teacher, Mr. Anderson.