fic: The Dark of the Matinee
Title: The Dark of the Matinee
Author: gameboycolor
Pairing: Klaine
Spoilers: none
Warnings: pre-D/S elements, exhibition
Rating: R
Length: ~800
Summary: Kurt may have picked the film, but that doesn't mean that he isn't bored.
The movie is boring. Kurt will never admit it to Blaine, because it will mean admitting that his classier use of Sebastian’s fake IDs has been a total bust.
It’s rated R and entirely in French. Why is he so bored?
Blaine is polite, as always. His hands are folded in his lap and his eyes are glued to the screen. Kurt glares at him out of the corner of his eye.
Admit you’re bored, you charming asshole
Before long, Kurt finds himself resorting to guerilla warfare. He strokes Blaine’s thigh and tucks his face into his neck. He knows what the tickling breaths against the skin of Blaine’s neck do to him. He knows that Blaine is sensitive there.
“Kuuurt,” Blaine whines. “Someone might see.”
And Kurt would worry about that, if not for the fact that the only other couple in the theater is seated several rows in front of them.
In all likelihood, they have found an alternative means of entertainment as well.
So he pulls away and looks at his boyfriend, as if to say really? This is their best chance at a taste of teenage rebellion in the back of a theater without getting caught.
It’s the thrill of being naughty with the smallest chance of having to pay for their deeds.
Basically, it’s perfect for them.
“C’mon,” Kurt urges lightly. “It’ll be fun.”
He can just barely make out Blaine’s face in the dark of the theater. He looks uncertain, but wanting. His eyes are dark, so Kurt makes the decision for him and grabs his hand by the wrist and pulls it towards his mouth.
As he starts to suck on Blaine’s fingers one by one, he realizes that he’s completely lost track of the film. It’s background noise to the way Blaine is squirming in his seat.
Kurt has him exactly where he wants him.
Each finger is laved with the attention of Kurt’s tongue. He needs each digit to be slick for his plans. He stills on Blaine’s thumb and keeps it trapped between his lips. He then applies suction, his tongue dancing around the tip until he can get Blaine to look at him.
The idea of unzipping Blaine’s fly teasingly slow and wrapping his fingers is appealing, but not satisfying enough to cure Kurt of his boredom.
Boredom that is a direct result of the film that he himself selected.
...it’s bratty, Kurt knows this.
So instead, he undoes the zipper of his own jeans and guides Blaine’s hand down towards where he’s hard in his boxers.
It’s not nearly as hot as Kurt is expecting, damp fingers being pressed to the thin cotton. But soon enough Blaine gets the hint and slips his hand under the fabric to wrap around him fully.
“Like... this?” His grip is hot and tight, but it’s not nearly enough - sort-of exhibition or not.
So Kurt tilts his head back and flicks a glance to where Blaine is watching him with nervous eyes. His hips fuck up into Blaine’s fist as he bites down on his lip. “Yeah,” he chokes out. “Like that.”
It’s still hot, even if it isn’t enough.
The only other couple in the theater knows nothing of their activities, but in Kurt’s mind, they’ve clued in. He hushes Blaine, despite the fact that there’s nothing to hush.
It’s part of the fun.
And that’s when it starts to be enough.
Each twist of Blaine’s wrist has Kurt melting into his seat. He knows that Blaine’s hand and beautiful presence alone is usually enough to make him come, but the change of location has every single nerve ending feeling as though it has been amplified.
The flush on Blaine’s cheeks is gorgeous. Kurt knows it’s a sign of how out of his element Blaine is.
They both are.
But if Blaine was truly uncomfortable, he would say something.
And Kurt would listen.
Kurt vaguely wonders if they shouldn’t have a signal for these sort of things.
“Honey,” Kurt says quietly. “You’re doing, ah, so well.”
Blaine bites his bottom lip as he searches Kurt’s face for any hint of disingenuity.
Kurt makes certain that he finds none.
He’s moving faster now. His grip is surer than before, and Kurt’s starting to panic because he has no idea what he’s going to do when he comes. Usually, he has napkins or tissues stowed away in pockets or drawers.
He hadn’t prepared for this particular change of events.
But then Blaine’s voice is in his ear, shyly, but powerfully asking if he could come like this, and Kurt is gone. Arching into Blaine’s fist and just barely muffling his moans in Blaine’s shoulder.
The film is long forgotten, and his boyfriend is kind of perfect.
Author: gameboycolor
Pairing: Klaine
Spoilers: none
Warnings: pre-D/S elements, exhibition
Rating: R
Length: ~800
Summary: Kurt may have picked the film, but that doesn't mean that he isn't bored.
The movie is boring. Kurt will never admit it to Blaine, because it will mean admitting that his classier use of Sebastian’s fake IDs has been a total bust.
It’s rated R and entirely in French. Why is he so bored?
Blaine is polite, as always. His hands are folded in his lap and his eyes are glued to the screen. Kurt glares at him out of the corner of his eye.
Admit you’re bored, you charming asshole
Before long, Kurt finds himself resorting to guerilla warfare. He strokes Blaine’s thigh and tucks his face into his neck. He knows what the tickling breaths against the skin of Blaine’s neck do to him. He knows that Blaine is sensitive there.
“Kuuurt,” Blaine whines. “Someone might see.”
And Kurt would worry about that, if not for the fact that the only other couple in the theater is seated several rows in front of them.
In all likelihood, they have found an alternative means of entertainment as well.
So he pulls away and looks at his boyfriend, as if to say really? This is their best chance at a taste of teenage rebellion in the back of a theater without getting caught.
It’s the thrill of being naughty with the smallest chance of having to pay for their deeds.
Basically, it’s perfect for them.
“C’mon,” Kurt urges lightly. “It’ll be fun.”
He can just barely make out Blaine’s face in the dark of the theater. He looks uncertain, but wanting. His eyes are dark, so Kurt makes the decision for him and grabs his hand by the wrist and pulls it towards his mouth.
As he starts to suck on Blaine’s fingers one by one, he realizes that he’s completely lost track of the film. It’s background noise to the way Blaine is squirming in his seat.
Kurt has him exactly where he wants him.
Each finger is laved with the attention of Kurt’s tongue. He needs each digit to be slick for his plans. He stills on Blaine’s thumb and keeps it trapped between his lips. He then applies suction, his tongue dancing around the tip until he can get Blaine to look at him.
The idea of unzipping Blaine’s fly teasingly slow and wrapping his fingers is appealing, but not satisfying enough to cure Kurt of his boredom.
Boredom that is a direct result of the film that he himself selected.
...it’s bratty, Kurt knows this.
So instead, he undoes the zipper of his own jeans and guides Blaine’s hand down towards where he’s hard in his boxers.
It’s not nearly as hot as Kurt is expecting, damp fingers being pressed to the thin cotton. But soon enough Blaine gets the hint and slips his hand under the fabric to wrap around him fully.
“Like... this?” His grip is hot and tight, but it’s not nearly enough - sort-of exhibition or not.
So Kurt tilts his head back and flicks a glance to where Blaine is watching him with nervous eyes. His hips fuck up into Blaine’s fist as he bites down on his lip. “Yeah,” he chokes out. “Like that.”
It’s still hot, even if it isn’t enough.
The only other couple in the theater knows nothing of their activities, but in Kurt’s mind, they’ve clued in. He hushes Blaine, despite the fact that there’s nothing to hush.
It’s part of the fun.
And that’s when it starts to be enough.
Each twist of Blaine’s wrist has Kurt melting into his seat. He knows that Blaine’s hand and beautiful presence alone is usually enough to make him come, but the change of location has every single nerve ending feeling as though it has been amplified.
The flush on Blaine’s cheeks is gorgeous. Kurt knows it’s a sign of how out of his element Blaine is.
They both are.
But if Blaine was truly uncomfortable, he would say something.
And Kurt would listen.
Kurt vaguely wonders if they shouldn’t have a signal for these sort of things.
“Honey,” Kurt says quietly. “You’re doing, ah, so well.”
Blaine bites his bottom lip as he searches Kurt’s face for any hint of disingenuity.
Kurt makes certain that he finds none.
He’s moving faster now. His grip is surer than before, and Kurt’s starting to panic because he has no idea what he’s going to do when he comes. Usually, he has napkins or tissues stowed away in pockets or drawers.
He hadn’t prepared for this particular change of events.
But then Blaine’s voice is in his ear, shyly, but powerfully asking if he could come like this, and Kurt is gone. Arching into Blaine’s fist and just barely muffling his moans in Blaine’s shoulder.
The film is long forgotten, and his boyfriend is kind of perfect.