The Storm
The Storm
Kurt/Blaine - NC-17
Blaine and Kurt live in New York together in a one-bedroom apartment. With no heating and a bad storm outside, the pair need something to do to keep themselves amused and warm.
What started out as trickling rain mid-afternoon was turning into something out of a romantic comedy. As Kurt looked out of his window at the rain, which was now thundering heavily on the pavement below, he imagined two young lovers, finding each other in the street and confessing their love before the obligatory kiss before the closing credits rolled.
Kurt smiled to himself and pulled the blanket he had wrapped around his shoulders closer to his body.
A flash of lightening caused Kurt to jump back from the window, his thoughts of fictional characters reuniting in the rain washing away faster than the stream of rainwater choking the drains in the road outside his apartment.
Another shot of lightening illuminated the sky, which had spent most of the day overcast, but was now a dark grey. Any signs of blue swallowed by the storm the weatherman had promised a day earlier.
“How’s it looking out there?” a voice asked from behind him.
Kurt turned, smiling at Blaine who was placing two steaming hot mugs of brown liquid on the coffee table.
“Like one of Sue Sylvester’s rants,” Kurt answered nonchalantly. “It’s horrible and makes you feel like locking yourself away from the world,” he added, after seeing Blaine’s perplexed expression.
Blaine grinned and patted the empty space on the sofa beside him. “Here, I’ve made us some hot chocolate.”
Kurt drew the curtains so they wouldn’t have to look at the storm and settled himself down on the sofa. He lifted the blanket up and over Blaine’s shoulders so they could share in its warmth and shuffled a little closer to his boyfriend so they wouldn’t have to stretch it.
Blaine handed Kurt a mug, which he thanked him for with a smile. Kurt wrapped his hands around the mug, immediately feeling the effects as the warmth spread up his arms. Taking a large gulp, Kurt licked his lips eagerly.
Blaine and Kurt lived in a one bedroom apartment in the East Village. As struggling actors, with a string of jobs between them, there were a number of luxuries they had to give up in order to support themselves living in New York. This month it was heating. It seemed like a good idea at the time. Who needed heating in August?
What they hadn’t counted on was this storm, which not only left the city in darkness from late afternoon, but left a cold chill in the air. Having left most of his winter clothes in storage, Kurt had taken to walking around the apartment in a brown blanket Blaine’s mother had given them as a house warming gift.
Kurt shivered as the effects of the hot chocolate worn off. He felt an arm snake around his waist and pull him close as Blaine leant in to kiss his cheek. Smelling of chocolate and cinnamon, Kurt closed his eyes as Blaine’s hot breath and wet lips placed a careful kiss on his neck.
Another flash of lightening and a bang of thunder resulted in Kurt grabbing Blaine’s hand automatically as they listened to the violent sounds of the rain, which had now blocked out the noise of the dripping gutter outside the window. The sound of constant dripping from the broken gutter was the first noise that alerted them to the storm. They were grateful for this as Blaine had hung a few clothes outside earlier, and had they been left would probably be half way down Broadway by now.
“Hey, how about we watch some TV?” Blaine asked, leaning forwards to grab the remote from the coffee table. He turned the set on and was met with static. Flicking between the channels, it was all the same. “I guess not,” he said with a sigh, turning the set off. “What can we do to amuse ourselves that will keep us warm and doesn’t involve too much moving?”
Kurt blushed, a smile creeping along his lips as his mind thought of something they could do. “Well…” Kurt said, biting his bottom lip to fight a giggle. “It’ll keep us warm, but it will involve some moving.”
Blaine furrowed his brow, trying to understand what his boyfriend was getting at. As realisation set in, he opened his mouth to say, “Oh,” before grinning stupidly, his lips pursed together in a line. “That.”
“That,” Kurt confirmed. His hand slid along Blaine’s right leg and he gave it a quick squeeze as Blaine gasped at the sudden contact. Blaine followed his lead, giving Kurt’s own leg a squeeze as he moved his body to face him.
Blaine’s eyes fluttered shut as Kurt began to deposit tender kisses along his jaw line. He felt Kurt’s tongue slither over his pulse before he started sucking, causing Blaine’s free hand to flex and his eyes to blink repeatedly.
Blaine’s hands found Kurt’s back and he started running his hands over the cold skin as he lifted the shirt up and over Kurt’s head, discarding it on the floor below. Kurt gently guided Blaine to lie down on the sofa, the blanket falling off of his shoulders. Straddling Blaine’s hips, Kurt began to unbutton Blaine’s shirt, placing a kiss on the exposed skin. He teased Blaine’s nipples, using one hand to caress the left while his tongue flicked the right.
“Mhmmhmm,” Blaine mumbled, sitting up just enough to shrug the shirt off completely.
Blaine’s fingers gripped at Kurt’s belt buckle, pulling hard on the metal clasp. He undid the button and zip and began to pull the jeans down, taking care as Kurt’s erection was pressing tightly against the fabric of the jeans. Kicking them off, Kurt pressed his hips against Blaine’s and both men groaned at the contact.
Blaine stared hard at Kurt’s dry lips and leant up to kiss them. He ran his tongue along the bottom lip, gently nibbling at the corner before he sucked at the pink flesh, earning an almost growl-like noise from Kurt, who pressed his hips down harder.
Gripping Kurt’s arse, Blaine cupped one of the cheeks and squeezed. Kurt’s hands found their way to Blaine’s hair and he started running his fingers through the ungelled curls. Blaine stopped sucking long enough to look up at Kurt before Kurt’s lips came crashing onto his own in a hungry kiss full of bashed teeth and too much tongue.
Kurt’s hands stroked down Blaine’s side until they reached his pants. Kurt quickly undid the buttons and pulled them down, discarding them with the rest of their clothes on the floor.
Blaine’s hands were still on Kurt’s arse and now with the limited restriction of clothes between them, he firmly pressed Kurt’s hips back down to his. He could feel their erections rubbing up against each other, causing his skin to prickle with anticipation.
“Oh God, I want you so bad,” Blaine murmured, his fingernails brushing against Kurt’s lower back.
“All the stuff we need is in the bathroom,” Kurt whispered back, eyes looking longingly at the bathroom door as though it was miles away.
“Then you better hurry,” Blaine replied, kissing Kurt briefly.
Swallowing hard, Kurt jumped up and disappeared into their bathroom, returning a moment later to find that Blaine had slipped his underwear off and was lying on the sofa wearing nothing but a smile.
Grinning, Kurt strode over to him, taking a seat at the other end of the sofa and dropping the lube and condom on the floor beside him. He knelt forwards between Blaine’s legs and brushed his lips against Blaine’s before increasing the kiss. It was his turn to suck on Blaine’s bottom lip, something Kurt had learnt drove his boyfriend wild. Blaine whimpered, bucking his hips slightly. Kurt held Blaine’s hips down and began running his fingers along his pelvis in circles before he started to slowly fist Blaine’s erection.
Kurt’s thumb ran over the head of Blaine’s cock, which was damp with pre-cum. Kurt used this to tease Blaine’s hole, moistening it ever so slightly. Blaine, whose eyes had fallen shut at this point suddenly opened them when he felt Kurt’s hand leave him. He let out a sound of indignation, but this was only for a moment before Kurt’s hands were back on him. Kurt rubbed lube over a couple of his fingers and then slowly stroked Blaine’s entrance with his index.
Kurt ran circles around it, teasing Blaine who was twitching impatiently.
“Kurt, please,” Blaine pleaded. He let out a low groan as Kurt pushed the finger inside of him and began moving it slowly in and out. Blaine started to breathe long and hard. As he inserted a second finger, he picked up the pace, opening Blaine with every push. Kurt sat forwards far enough to kiss him deeply, the two very different sensations driving Blaine wild with pleasure.
Kurt introduced a third finger, resulting in Blaine bucking up so hard that he slapped Kurt’s chest with his cock. Kurt pulled out and slipped off his own underwear. Putting the condom on, Kurt knelt back down in front of Blaine, lifting his legs up so he could position himself. Kurt squirted some more lube into his palm and began roughly fisting himself.
Blaine glanced up at the sight and whimpered, watching through heavily lidded eyes at his beautiful boyfriend. Kurt positioned himself and pushed himself in, taking hold of Blaine’s thighs for balance and control. Blaine let out a broken cry, gripping the fabric of the sofa.
Kurt, ever the enthusiastic lover, was thrusting with long and hard pushes, his fingernails digging into Blaine’s thighs. Not that Blaine felt it. Blaine was lifting his hips up in time with Kurt’s thrusts, adjusting the angle. Once he found the best rhythm, each thrust sent an electric current throughout his entire body.
Their eyes locked on, Kurt’s pupils were blown and Blaine could see beads of sweat forming around his temples. Blaine hastily grabbed himself and started stroking roughly. Kurt had the expression he got when he was close; his mouth fell open and his eyes squeezed shut as his breathing came in erratically.
“Blaine, oh Blaine,” Kurt choked, pushing harder into him. Seeing Kurt so close to the edge, Blaine couldn’t do anything other than pump himself faster, the familiar pool of pleasure building up inside of him. With a loud string of profanities, Blaine came over his chest. The sensation of Blaine’s hole tightening during his orgasm was enough to push Kurt over, and he too came violently, pushing himself into Blaine completely. He was gasping for words he couldn’t form as he held his position in place, letting his orgasm ride out.
Kurt pulled out gingerly and fell beside Blaine on the sofa, his chest rising and falling as he regained his breathing back. Blaine grinned, motioning for Kurt to rest his head on his chest.
“Well, that was one way to ride out the storm,” Blaine said, placing his arm around him.
“Oh, is it still raining?” Kurt asked absentmindedly.