One Hot Day
One Hot Day
Kurt/Blaine - NC-17
Set when the boys are at Uni in their apartment in NYC. It’s one of those sweltering summer days and Blaine comes home to find Kurt overheated. They take a shower to cool down. Warnings: Shower sex, anal.
When Blaine opened the door to his and Kurt’s apartment, he was met with a groan. He dropped his keys on a nearby table, setting down a half finished bottle of water beside them.
“Kurt?” he asked, frowning as he made his way to their bedroom. He found his boyfriend laying in the middle of their double bed on his front. He was only wearing his underwear and he had a fan turned on facing him. His eyes were closed and Blaine noticed that his hair was damp and lied flat against his head.
“Hngggn,” Kurt mumbled, raising a lazy arm to wave hello before dropping it by his side again. “It’s too hot,” he complained.
“I can see that,” Blaine replied, walking over to the bedroom window. He peered out at the New York street below before closing it firmly.
Kurt sat up. “What did you do that for?” he whined. “Did you not just hear me say that it was hot?”
“I heard you,” Blaine replied. “But with the window open you’re letting the heat in. The fan alone should be enough.” Kurt shrugged and fell down against the bed. He ran his right hand through his hair, causing it to stick up in different directions.
Blaine’s eyes trailed along from Kurt’s hair southwards, stopping to appreciate his toned stomach and the trail of curly hairs that started just below his navel and led into the pair of black boxers he was currently wearing. He must have been staring for a while because the silence was suddenly broken.
“You have got to be kidding me,” Kurt exclaimed, aghast. He sat up again, propping himself up on his arms. “It’s like a hundred degrees in here and you’re thinking ofthat?”
Blaine blushed and laughed. “How could I not when you’re wearing that, or rather, when you’re just wearing that.” He waved his hand in emphasis, licking his bottom lip. Kurt did like to wear tight fitting underwear.
Kurt raised his eyebrows and put his hands over his crotch. “If I couldn’t do my hair today, there’s no way I’d be able to do you.”
“Fine, fine!” Blaine said, sighing. As he turned away from Kurt’s gaze, he grinned to himself. “I guess I’ll have a cold shower then. Kill two birds with one stone.” When he reached the bathroom door he paused and added, turning round to flash Kurt a cheeky smile, “It’ll be a shame to waste this hard on… I guess I’ll have to sort it out myself.”
It took all of five seconds before the bathroom door opened and a hot and bothered looking Kurt appeared.
“I hate you,” Kurt said, pulling Blaine into a deep kiss. He started to peel Blaine’s top off of him, which was slow work as the top was stuck to his back.
“No you don’t,” Blaine replied against Kurt’s mouth, lifting his arms into the air to allow Kurt to discard his top.
“No I don’t,” Kurt agreed, now working at removing Blaine’s trousers, which he threw into a pile along with his top.
Blaine reached up to cup Kurt’s face as their chests pressed together, rubbing uncomfortably from the heat. They were both sticky and not in the way Blaine liked. He licked Kurt’s bottom lip, nibbling on it gently as Kurt reached around to stroke his hand along Blaine’s bottom.
Wordlessly, Kurt pulled Blaine’s boxers down as the other boy in turn helped remove his own. Blaine stepped into the bath, turning on the shower attachment and letting the cool stream of water wash over his face and down the front of his body.
Kurt watched, feeling himself harden more as the water ran down Blaine’s chest and dripped off of the end of his erection. Kurt carefully stepped into the bath and stood behind Blaine. He placed a hand on Blaine’s shoulders and began planting tiny kisses along his neck and shoulder blades.
Blaine turned on the spot, and hungrily kissed Kurt, his hands running over Kurt’s chest. The flow of water was making for slippery work and Blaine wondered how they were going to do this without them both collapsing into a heap.
“Get on your knees,” Blaine hissed. Kurt didn’t need telling twice, his legs were already starting to shake from the anticipation of what was coming and Blaine hadn’t even touched him let.
Blaine reached over to the basin beside the bath, grabbing what he needed. He uncapped the bottle of lubricate, spreading a decent amount on his fingers.
“Ready?” he asked. Kurt nodded, glancing over his shoulder to see what was happening as he parted his legs.
Blaine knelt down behind Kurt and slowly inserted his index finger into him, which was met with a low groan from Kurt, whose hands were gripping the bathmat he was kneeling on. Blaine worked his finger in and out a few times before inserting a second. He leant over and ran his tongue over Kurt’s back, causing Kurt to shiver pleasurably.
With his free hand, Blaine slipped on a condom. With the shower still on, he wasn’t sure how long it would stay on him, but he didn’t plan on having it in the shower’s open stream for very long. Blaine began to scissor his fingers, working Kurt open.
“Blaine,” Kurt sighed. He began to rock his hips slowly, a sign that told Blaine he was almost ready for him. He removed his fingers and grabbed the lubricate again, this time readying himself for entry. Blaine quietly groaned as he touched himself, rubbing the gel along the entire length of himself. He threw the tube out of the bath and positioning himself.
As he pushed himself in, he took hold of Kurt’s hips to steady himself. Kurt whimpered while Blaine heaved a heavy moan. Kurt was still rocking his hips and started to pick up the pace, which Blaine matched.
“Blaine, please,” Kurt pleaded. “Touch me.”
Blaine reached around and took hold of Kurt, pumping him in the same speed as his hips. The run of water from the shower was raining down on Kurt’s back, bouncing off onto Blaine’s face. He welcomed the cooling sensation as it meant he was able to thrust harder than he would normally be physically able to in this heat. Now he knew why runners threw water in their faces when they ran marathons.
He could feel himself slipping and quickly gripped the side of the bath to keep from falling onto Kurt. Blaine adjusted himself slightly, pushing in at a higher angle. He must have hit something good inside of Kurt, because the other boy suddenly started spluttering out loud inaudible noises.
“That feel good?” Blaine asked, knowing full well the answer.
“It… feels… so… fucking… good,” Kurt spluttered out, in between pants. Blaine started moving slower, but with deeper thrusts repeatedly in the same spot that was causing his boyfriend to cry out. “So… close,” Kurt whimpered.
Blaine could feel himself getting close too and with another couple of movements he found himself coming hard into Kurt, whose own orgasm wasn’t long behind. Blaine let go of Kurt’s now flaccid penis, running his hand under the shower. As he pulled out, he lost his balance and fell onto Kurt with an oomph.
They laughed and Kurt slowly turned over so he was facing Blaine, who leant down to kiss Kurt gently on his mouth.
“We’re going to have a huge water bill at the end of the month,” Kurt mused.
“From one shower?” Blaine asked, wiping Kurt’s wet hair out of his face.
“Who says this was a one off?” Kurt asked.
“I like the way you think,” Blaine praised.