The Sandman Cometh 20/40
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“Hey Kurt,” I smiled as I joined him in line to get some lunch, our first chance to catch up since I left his place on Saturday, “is your Dad okay?”
Kurt inspects smoothie ingredients as he grabs at a banana and starts to peel it. “Yeah. I mean he could exercise a little more but we went for a long walk yesterday so he’s doing okay, I guess. Why?”
“Maybe I was just imaging things but he seemed a little out of it during the movie the other night.”
He shrugged. “I think he probably just had a long day. He’s had a spring in his step all weekend.”
Yeah, getting laid does that.
As Kurt headed off to get his smoothie blended and grab a sandwich while I waited to be served, Jeff bumped my shoulder as he and Nick cut in line next to me.
“So are you tapping that or what?” Jeff asked with a grin as he nodded in my roommate’s direction.
“What?!” I frowned and blushed without meaning to.
“Wow Jeff, show some decorum. You’re embarrassing our poor Blaine here,” Nick chided before leaning in to stage whisper at me, “Is it official yet?”
“Is what official?” I asked with wide eyes.
“You know…” Jeff started.
“…You and that cutie pie over there,” Nick finished.
“Oh! No. No, no. He…I…um, we’re not. It’s not like that,” I finished lamely.
“Huh?” Jeff looked at his boyfriend, confused.
“So it’s casual?” Nick tried to clarify.
“No, it’s…it’s less than that.”
“What? Like a one time thing?”
“Um, not really.”
“Oh! So friends with benefits!” Jeff crowed.
“Shh! Okay…um. Yes and no.”
“I’m confused,” Jeff sighed as he leaned on Nick.
“But you like him?” Nick asked.
“Uh. Kinda?”
“And he likes you…”
“What? No. No, he doesn’t.”
“Seriously? He’s crushing on you hard, man,” Nick retorted.
“Yeah, almost as hard as Tha-ow!” Jeff rubbed his bruised ribs and glared at Nick.
“Okay, so it’s a crush,” I stated, “Like, crushes come and go, right? He told me he hadn’t even met anyone who was out before me.” I motioned to the cheeseburger, fries and the fruit salad to the lunch lady as I continued to talking to my friends. “It’s probably not even serious, y’know. Maybe he’s got this whole ‘knight in shining armor running to his rescue’ thing going on but the more he gets to know me, the less he likes me. I don’t know.”
“Was he dropped on his head as a baby?” I heard Jeff ask his boyfriend as I walked off with my tray, heading for the Warblers table, looking to sit somewhere other than next to my roommate.
Oh shit. Maybe I should sit next to him and run interference if Nick and the blond cyclone say something. Fuck. Switching directions at the last moment, I glanced at Thad to see him frowning at his plate as the seat next to him remained empty. Oops. Taking a seat next to Kurt, I ate in silence, watching warily as my former roommates sat opposite me.
“Is everything okay? You’re very quiet today,” Kurt leaned in to ask me.
“Mm hmm, just…just thinking about what I need to pack for Thanksgiving.”
“Are you going away?”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you!” I bounced excitedly in my seat. “My dad’s letting me go out to L.A. to spend it with my mom and brother.”
“Wow!” he said, surprised but looking disappointed all the same. “That’s really….that’s fantastic, Blaine”
I nodded as I chewed. “Mmyeah, I’ve got a whole week off school too. I can’t wait! I haven’t seen my mom since…Easter, I think.”
Kurt’s downturned mouth softened. “Well then, you should make the most of your time together. I have to admit though, I was kinda looking forward to trawling the stores with you on Black Friday but I’m glad you’ll get some face time with your mom.”
I smiled and patted the back of his hand, knowing he was probably thinking about his own mother, but quickly moved it away when I saw Jeff leer at me knowingly.
“When do you leave?” Kurt asked, pulling my attention back to him.
“Saturday.”
“So soon?”
I shrugged. “At least you’ll get the room to yourself next week? You can hog the shower, use my space to help reorganize your closet again and play the Wicked soundtrack to your heart’s content.”
“Plus you can walk around naked,” Nick said with a laugh.
The corner of Kurt’s mouth quirked up in a sad imitation of a half smile.
Yeah, next week won’t be the same without you either. I sucked in my lips and bit down gently to stop myself saying anything else.
“And jerk off on Blaine’s side of the room,” Jeff added, grinning as Kurt’s eyes went comically wide. “Or on his bed or even in his bed,” he tittered, even as I threw a couple of fries while hissing at him to shut up.
“You always take it one step too far, baby,” Nick groaned as Kurt lurched to his feet and rushed away, taking his almost empty tray with him.
I stared after my roommate, twisted in my seat, as he ditched his empty smoothie cup and raced out of the dining hall. Horrified, I looked back at Jeff, who at least had the decency to look decidedly guilty. “Dammit Jeff, you owe him an apology,” I grumbled as I pushed my chair back.
“What about your lunch?” Nick asked as I started walking away to go find Kurt.
“Excuse me but I don’t think I can stomach the bullshit that’s being served up today,” I spat out as I stalked off.
***
Despite my best efforts, I hadn’t managed to see Kurt for the rest of the afternoon and it seemed that he’d decided to skip dinner to study in the library, or at least I thought he had, until I found him sitting on his bed facing away from me when I came out of the bathroom after my shower. I pulled on an old navy blue fencing team t-shirt and ran the towel through my hair once more before letting it drop into the washing basket. He can’t even look at me. This is bad.
Not quite knowing what to say, I wordlessly walked over and sat next to him on his bed. My little finger twitched as it touched his but he pulled his hand away quickly and folded them in his lap. God, Jeff is an idiot!
“Jeff is an idiot, y’know.” Okay, way to tell like it is, Blaine.
Kurt sniffed but otherwise said nothing.
“Kurt?” Stubbornly, he kept staring at his hands even though I could see he was paying attention to me. “Has he talked to you today? To apologize?”
He shook his head.
“He didn’t mean anything by it,” I said hopelessly, half turning towards him.
“Yes, he did.”
“Okay, yes…but he wasn’t trying to be mean, he thought he was being funny.”
“It was embarrassing.”
“Kurt, I’m sorry he said that and made you uncomfortable. But you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Jeff is the one who should be embarrassed because his jokes are really, really lame sometimes. Please, Kurt,” I turned to him, tucking a leg under me and resting my hand on his upper arm, “don’t let one village idiot put you off the whole tribe.”
He cracked a soft smile at that, glancing up at me briefly before looking back at his hands. “It was embarrassing because of what he was insinuating…”
I rubbed his arm encouragingly but he had no more to add so I jumped in hoping to clear the air. “Kurt, I don’t care what he was insinuating. I just want things back to the way they were so I can hang out with my best friend. I missed you at dinner. Did you even get something to eat?”
“Yeah, David smuggled a sweet chili chicken wrap out for me.”
“He did? That sneaky little…I asked him specifically if he’d seen you.”
Kurt grinned at me and shrugged. “I swore him to secrecy.”
“Huh. So…are we okay?”
He nodded.
“Should I go get our hot chocolates?”
“Mmm, not for me, thanks. I’m pretty tired. I’m going to wash my face and hit the hay.”
It was my turn to nod and I let my hand fall away as he hopped off the bed, collected his pajamas and walked into the bathroom.
Moving to my own bed, I combed my hair, flipped on my lamp, pulled out my English worksheet and novel and settled on my bed to get some work done. Maybe I’ll be able to sneak into Kurt’s bed later. Nonplussed at the idea of getting off while my friend was feeling humiliated, I picked up my cell phone and sent a quick text off to Jeff.
To Jeff
‘Kurt finally turned up but you need to fix this tomorrow.’
From Jeff
‘I will. I’m sorry.’
To Jeff
‘I know you are but you need to apologize to him for making fun of his crush.’
From Jeff
‘I’ll talk to him. I promise.’
Satisfied, I put my phone down and went back to my homework, getting lost in comparing and contrasting traits from the lead characters as Kurt finished up in the bathroom, turned out the main light then crawled under his sheets.
“G’night, Blaine.”
“Sweet dreams, Kurt.”
Two hours later, my worksheet is done along with an online chat session with Cooper. When he finally signs off, I glance over to watch Kurt as he sleeps curled up on his side, his face slack and sweet all at once and I know I need to be there with him.
Pushing the covers from my legs, I turn my lamp off and move to climb into Kurt’s bed. Spooning him, I snuggled up and slid my hand under his shirt, his warm skin a soothing balm to that hurt look of his that had been running through my mind since he fled our table at lunchtime.
I slipped my hand up his body, coming to rest over a smooth pec as I curled my fingers around the muscle, burrowing in between the bed and his body and I closed my eyes, drifting off quickly.
When I drift back up to consciousness again, I wonder exactly how long I was out because I felt more rested than I have in a long time. But as I ease back out off Kurt’s bed and check the clock, I can see it’s only four thirty. Resigned to staying awake, I climb back into my bed and grab my laptop. May as well see what’s happening in the world.
***
Kurt scrunched up his nose as he watched Flint eat his breakfast. “Lucky charms and...ice cream?”
“I told them not to leave the soft serve machine on all the time,” Thad remarked as he sat down opposite Kurt. “But the Dean reckons it’s good for morale,” he said with a shrug as he winked at me.
“Yeah but...ice cream for breakfast? Do our parents know that we’re allowed ice cream for breakfast?”
“Man, you need to loosen up. Live a little, Kurt,” Thad said with a grin.
“Hey, Kurt?” Jeff asked tentatively as he appeared at the table. “Can I talk to you for a minute please?”
“Um, sure,” Kurt replied, shooting me a quizzical look as he laid down his spoon and walked off with Jeff.
“He’ll be fine, Blaine. I’m sure Jeff will be on his best behavior today,” Thad grumbled with a roll of his eyes. I nodded and picked up my cup of coffee. “Hey, are you going to Sadie Hawkins on Thursday?”
“Uh huh. I’m going with a friend of the family. Not quite what I was thinking but Jen’s cool.”
“Oh? You’re going with a girl?”
I grimaced. “Have to. It’s the deal I made with my dad in order to go to L.A. next week.”
“Well that sucks.”
I shrugged. It could be worse. Dad could’ve made me go with you.
“At least you’ll be in good company. Me and a couple of other guys are going stag. We’re gonna spike the punch,” he laughed and flashed me a thumbs-up.
Remind me not to drink any of that. Even if it just ends up being alcohol, I don’t need to get wasted with Jen or lose control when I come home and hump Kurt in his bed.
Some of the other guys picked up the thread of conversation with Thad, discussing who they’re going with and who’s sharing limos but all I could focus on was Kurt as he reappeared and sat back down.
“Everything okay?” I asked quietly.
He nodded and shot me a shy smile before blushing and digging back into his cereal.
Oh boy. What exactly did Jeff say to make Kurt look at me like that?
***
“I want to suck your cock, beautiful.”
“You so dirty, Blay,” Kurt giggled as he lay back on my bed, naked and spread out like a fallen angel.
I laughed and lay down between his legs. “Nope. I’m just honest, baby. You are beautiful and I wanna suck your cock. That’s all there is to it.”
He gasped as I curled my tongue around the tip of his dick, just tasting it, before I opened up and swirled my tongue around his length like a maypole, while taking him deeper. His hips jerked, pushing his cock in further, nudging the back of my throat and I let him. At this point, I’d certainly made the most of all my experiences and could deep throat with the best of them.
Kurt’s thrusts didn’t stop and his fingernails scrabbled at my shoulders the whole time I kept my mouth on him. His small cries alternated between, “Uh,” and, “Blay,” as I swooped up and down his shaft vigorously, getting to taste his come a minute later. I stroked him through the aftershocks and licked up the leakage as he sighed and tugged on my hair to get me to move.
“Feels nice, huh?”
“Youhavenoidea,” he breathed out as I covered his body with mine and rutted against his hip slowly.
I chuckled against his neck, dotting kisses there and up to his ear. “I think I might. Maybe tomorrow, you can try it on me.”
He hummed in agreement as his warm hands swept across my back and he held on tight as I rocked against him.
“Jeff talked to you today, didn’t he?”
“Mm hmm.”
“What did he say?”
“Said he was sorry. Mmm, do that again.”
“This?” I asked as I nibbled on his earlobe and thrust harder against him.
“Uh, m-making me hard a-again,” he gasped out as his breath hitched.
“Did Jeff say anything else?”
“Uh, Blay,” he groaned deeply as I rubbed our cocks against each other. “He-he said I should jus’ be p-patient. Uh...Bl-Blay. Uh, God. Mooooore,” he demanded as his fingernails scraped across my shoulder blades.
I pushed upwards, getting my knees under me and letting his legs splay wide as we rolled our hips together with purpose. Mashing our mouths together, I dipped my tongue into his as he moaned into mine while my body went into spasms and spilled streaks of come between us. I dropped by face into the crook of his neck, breathing heavily, as his body stilled beneath me. Worming my hand between us, I took a hold of his cock and stroked him until his warm seed streaked through my fist.
Wiping my hand across his skin, I slumped to the side, trapping his arm beneath me. I rolled a little and reached over blindly to grab the wet wipe packet. Dropping it on Kurt’s chest, I wrangled a couple of wipes out of the packet and wiped us clean of fluids, balled them up and dropped them to the floor where they were soon followed by the packet.
Reaching back around my roommate, I pulled him to half roll on top of me and settled down to sleep with Kurt’s slow breathing puffing against the nape of my neck.
***
Stupidly, I didn’t even think about it when I wandered back into our room, freshly showered, pants on and shirtless. Sure the scratches had stung a little under the water but they weren’t much cause for concern, at least until Kurt glanced up from his books on the desk and noticed.
“What happened to your back?!” he said with alarm.
“Huh?” Crap. Play dumb, dumbass. It’s not like it’ll be a stretch.
“You’re all scratched up,” Kurt complained as he moved over to me, a fingertip pressing against a stripe of raised red flesh.
“Really? I must’ve scratched myself.”
“You didn’t feel that though?”
Oh, I felt it alright but thought that because the marks were on me that it wouldn’t matter. I shrugged. “I could have done it in my sleep. Maybe they’ve switched powders in the laundry or something.”
“God, even your shoulders are scratched up!” he exclaimed as he pressed in against the tiny marks he’d inadvertently made the night before.
“My sheets have been making me kind of itchy.”
Kurt moved around in front of me, inspecting my neck closely, his fingertips dancing lightly across my skin.
He’s so close and he smells so good. God, he has the most gorgeous eyes.
He inhaled as he found a longer scrape near my hairline behind my ear, not realizing that he’d made it as he’d unloaded in my mouth last night. Kurt stopped and caught my gaze, barely breathing; his tongue darted out to lick his lips. I blinked and it seemed to break the spell we were both under as he took a half step away but picked up my empty hand.
“Your nails aren’t even that long,” he mumbled, frowning as he rubbed his thumb over the tips of my fingers. Dropping my hand, he took another step away and turned around. “You should-you should ask them to use the sensitive skin powder instead.”
Wait. What just happened? “Oh-kay.”
He sat back down at the desk as I grabbed a t-shirt and slipped it on. When I noticed he had a hand in his hair but didn’t seem to be reading, I asked “Are you nearly done with your homework?”
“Yeah, I guess. I can’t concentrate anyway,” he grumbled and starting to shut his books and put his things away.
“I’ll go get our drinks, then,” I mentioned but paused at the door, trying to figure out what had disturbed my roommate so much.
***
“Are you...Have you? Are you seeing someone?”
I coughed as the hot chocolate I’d suddenly swallowed scalded my throat. “What?” I gasped out at Kurt.
“Are you seeing someone?” he asked again, shyly.
I shook my head, mouth gaping a little before it started to work, telling him the truth. “Only you.”
Kurt huffed and glanced away. “You know what I mean. Someone...special.”
Only you.
“Is this about the scratches? Because I can’t say that I was paying that much attention yesterday but aside from a run-in with Nick and Jeff, I spent almost all day either with you or looking for you and I didn’t have them yesterday....so they must’ve happened last night.”
Kurt seemed to turn this over in his mind before looking up at me as he placed his empty cup on the bedside table. “Sorry. It just...they don’t look like you could’ve made them.”
“So what you’re really saying is that you think I’m not that flexible? But you, mister, have no idea. The Warbler shuffle is not my only move,” I said with a smile.
He rolled his eyes and retorted with, “Yes, I’ve heard many a tale of your furniture jumping prowess from the boys.”
I chuckled as I gulped down the last of my drink. “It’s because of my brother. He was always the centre of attention when I was little, but I once I hopped up on the dining table I realized that everyone looked at me to see what I’d do next. Usually, it ended with a time out and some sulking.”
Kurt laughed as I pouted, lying on his stomach on his bed, head propped in his hands. “Have you ever had a boyfriend?”
I raised an eyebrow but answered honestly. “Nope. You?”
“Not for lack of trying,” he muttered.
I smiled at the remark but pretended I hadn’t heard. “Sorry, what was that?”
“No. I mean I’ve had crushes and tried to get them interested in me but it’s never worked out and the only time it didn’t even occur to me, the idiot kissed me.”
I pursed my lips as he shuddered at the thought of Karofsky. “Have you been on a date before?”
“Uh uh. You?”
“Um...I guess so.”
“Really? Did you ask them?”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t because I liked them or anything. I asked a friend to come to a couple of my step-mom’s parties to remind my dad that I’m gay because he makes out that it slips his mind.”
Kurt wrinkled his nose at that. “What about the dance tomorrow?”
“What about it?” I countered as I slipped into bed and lay down on my side, hand holding my head up.
“Are you going?”
“I am. It was the only way to get to California short of throwing a fit at dinner the other night.” I left out the fact that I kind of did anyway.
“What do you mean?”
“My dad wanted me to go with him and Lauren to Aspen but Coop had already sent me tickets to go stay with him. After some shouting, he’s letting me go but only if I take his business partner’s daughter to the dance tomorrow.”
“Ah. I thought you were going with Thad or something.”
“Why would you think that?!”
“Because he likes you. I thought you and he...”
“Uh, no. I know Thad has a thing for me but there’s no way I’d go there.” Willingly.
“Go-ood to know,” Kurt yawned.
“You look like you’re ready for bed.”
“Mmmm.”
“You better get changed into your pajamas then.”
“Good idea,” he grinned dopily as he pointed at me.
I watched with interest as he rolled himself off the bed, tugged off his jumper and started to unbutton his shirt. Good, no shame. It’s time. I pulled off my t-shirt and shucked my pants, tucking everything under my pillow, while Kurt was busy unbuckling his belt and sliding his trousers off.
He stumbled as he pulled each sock off but caught himself and started on folding his clothes up. When he was finished and twirled around a couple of times trying to figure out what to do next, I called out to him. “Hey, beautiful.”
Kurt spun once more to look at me, surprised, pointing to his chest.
“C’mere. I really want to kiss you right now.”
He dropped his head and grinned at the floor but bounced over to my bedside anyway.
I reached out and started to pull his underwear down, letting him take over to get them off his feet. “I kissed you here last night, remember?” I asked as I fondled his soft dick.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, his hand rubbing across his bare soft stomach.
“It’s your turn to kiss me like that. You wanna try, baby?”
“Uh huh,” he nodded vigorously with a wicked grin.
I smiled and flicked back my sheets, showing off my already hard cock sandwiched between my stomach and the mattress. “Come and kiss me, Kurt.”
He clambered in and rolled flush against me, kissing me straight away. I moaned as he wrapped his tongue around mine as I lay back, letting him control the kiss while he wrapped his arms around me.
I lay there ecstatic, my eyes closed as he kissed me over and over, pulling away to kiss down my neck and chest before darting back in and kissing me passionately. I could do this all night. I sighed happily as Kurt started to systematically work his way downward, kissing along my neck, then chest, mouthing across my stomach, pushing at me to lay flat on my back and licking across the head of my cock.
Pushing the covers away so I could watch him, he settled down hunched over on his knees, scratching through the hair on my upper thigh with one hand and used the other to hold up my dick for inspection. I folded my hands behind my head and smiled as he stared my shaft down before his hand finally moved to pump it a couple of times, adjusting his grip to squeeze harder and moving his free hand to rub a thumb over my balls.
Finally we made eye contact as he paused, mouth open with the tip of my cock hovering above his tongue. His lashes fluttered as he stuck his tongue out to lick at the dribble of pre-come oozing from my slit.
“Will you suck me, beautiful?”
His eyes snapped open, dark and dangerous, staring at me as his tongue slid against the ridge and increased in pressure. My own mouth was already hanging open at his striking beauty when he slid his wide pink lips over the tip and kissed it reverently.
“Uhhh,” I whined.
He smiled around my dick, his mouth grotesque and gorgeous as he did it again, purposefully dragging the whine from my throat as his lips made a soft ‘pop’ sound each time he lifted off me.
“Ku-urt. Please,” I said with a shiver before he sank down and sucked. My hands gripped my hair tight as my body tensed under his touch. “You’re so gorgeous. Fuck! Kurt!” I let all the air whoosh out of my lungs as my eyes slid closed, concentrating on the feel of his tongue dragging up my dick, the wet slide and suction. Christ!
I didn’t get a chance to warn him but he was already pulling off and didn’t seemed too concerned as I thrust up, chasing his mouth, as jets of come burst across his parted lips, painting his jaw as it dribbled sluggishly down his throat. My chest heaved and if I could have come again immediately, I would have. “Beautiful,” I mumbled as I pulled him to my mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Kurt.” I scraped my thumb through the mess on his chin and slipped it into his mouth, letting him suckle before repeating the action and then chasing it with my tongue.
“Hmmm, tastes good, Blay,” he whispered dreamily as he rest his forehead against mine.
I grabbed my t-shirt and wiped the rest of his face clean and then I held him tucked under my arm, stroking him slowly until he came across my stomach and immediately fell to sleep.
Using my t-shirt again to tidy up, I pulled up the sheets over us and kissed his soft mouth until I started to drift off. You are someone special, Kurt. Someone special to me.
***
“Are we having dinner together?” Kurt asked as he knotted his tie.
“Of course.”
“But you have to pick up what’s-her-name, don’t you?”
“Jen and yes, I do but not until seven. We’ll have time for dinner.”
“Good,” he nodded once with a smile, “and then I’ll help you get ready.”
I chuckled. “Oh-kay but I’m pretty sure I can put on a suit by myself, Kurt.”
“Of course but are you wearing a pocket square or a button hole? What color’s her dress, anyway?”
“Um…I don’t know,” I confessed. “My-my dad was getting the corsage. I didn’t bother to ask any questions because I didn’t want to go.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and put his hands on his cardigan covered hips. “Do you have her number?” As I nodded he looked even more determined. “Good! Find out what her dress looks like so we can put together some looks.”
“I think you’re just trying to pimp me out, Kurt Hummel.”
“Well, if I succeed, I get twenty percent.”
I coughed as I slid my blazer on and buttoned it up. “Twenty percent!”
“Blaine! Do you know how much ostrich feathers are?!”
***
I draped my suit over the chair and slid out of the rest of my clothes and straight into Kurt’s bed, thankful that it was late, that he was deep in sleep and on his back, snoring softly.
The dark room was warm and comfortable as I nuzzled into the crook of his neck and slipped a bare leg over his covered one, my pointed toes dragging across the arch of his relaxed foot.
“I missed you,” I whispered into his skin.
My free hand slipped under his shirt and I stroked the pad of my thumb over his nipple, feeling it harden as I toyed with it. My lips pressed the softest kisses, long and slow, against his jaw. My tongue wetting tiny patches of his skin as my lips parted and I breathed him in.
“I’m going to miss you so much next week,” I told him quietly, in secret, as I nosed amongst the fine hair behind his ear.
“I almost wish I wasn’t going,” my lips told him as they dragged down his throat. “Almost,” I smiled as I bit lightly at his collarbone.
I lay my temple on his chest and let the steady thump of his heartbeat lull me to sleep.
***
“I can’t believe I’m not going to see you for a whole week,” I whined as Kurt grabbed his bag ready to head back to Lima for Friday night dinner with his family.
“We’ll text.”
“It won’t be the same.”
He sighed and came over to hug me tight. “I know but at least this way we can buy each other a Christmas gift and not worry about the other seeing it, right?”
“I guess,” I grumbled.
“Have a safe flight, take lots of photos and buy me a tacky Hollywood or Rodeo Drive souvenir.”
“Okay. But only if you promise to drive safe, eat takeout, play loud music and collect my homework.”
Kurt grinned at me. “That, I can do,” he promised and then darted in to kiss me on the cheek. Moving away just as quickly, he paused at the door with his cheeks flushed. “See you in a week, Blaine,” he breathed out.
I bit my lip and nodded until the door clicked closed behind him. “See you in a week, Kurt.”
***
Part Twenty One A>>
***
“Hey Kurt,” I smiled as I joined him in line to get some lunch, our first chance to catch up since I left his place on Saturday, “is your Dad okay?”
Kurt inspects smoothie ingredients as he grabs at a banana and starts to peel it. “Yeah. I mean he could exercise a little more but we went for a long walk yesterday so he’s doing okay, I guess. Why?”
“Maybe I was just imaging things but he seemed a little out of it during the movie the other night.”
He shrugged. “I think he probably just had a long day. He’s had a spring in his step all weekend.”
Yeah, getting laid does that.
As Kurt headed off to get his smoothie blended and grab a sandwich while I waited to be served, Jeff bumped my shoulder as he and Nick cut in line next to me.
“So are you tapping that or what?” Jeff asked with a grin as he nodded in my roommate’s direction.
“What?!” I frowned and blushed without meaning to.
“Wow Jeff, show some decorum. You’re embarrassing our poor Blaine here,” Nick chided before leaning in to stage whisper at me, “Is it official yet?”
“Is what official?” I asked with wide eyes.
“You know…” Jeff started.
“…You and that cutie pie over there,” Nick finished.
“Oh! No. No, no. He…I…um, we’re not. It’s not like that,” I finished lamely.
“Huh?” Jeff looked at his boyfriend, confused.
“So it’s casual?” Nick tried to clarify.
“No, it’s…it’s less than that.”
“What? Like a one time thing?”
“Um, not really.”
“Oh! So friends with benefits!” Jeff crowed.
“Shh! Okay…um. Yes and no.”
“I’m confused,” Jeff sighed as he leaned on Nick.
“But you like him?” Nick asked.
“Uh. Kinda?”
“And he likes you…”
“What? No. No, he doesn’t.”
“Seriously? He’s crushing on you hard, man,” Nick retorted.
“Yeah, almost as hard as Tha-ow!” Jeff rubbed his bruised ribs and glared at Nick.
“Okay, so it’s a crush,” I stated, “Like, crushes come and go, right? He told me he hadn’t even met anyone who was out before me.” I motioned to the cheeseburger, fries and the fruit salad to the lunch lady as I continued to talking to my friends. “It’s probably not even serious, y’know. Maybe he’s got this whole ‘knight in shining armor running to his rescue’ thing going on but the more he gets to know me, the less he likes me. I don’t know.”
“Was he dropped on his head as a baby?” I heard Jeff ask his boyfriend as I walked off with my tray, heading for the Warblers table, looking to sit somewhere other than next to my roommate.
Oh shit. Maybe I should sit next to him and run interference if Nick and the blond cyclone say something. Fuck. Switching directions at the last moment, I glanced at Thad to see him frowning at his plate as the seat next to him remained empty. Oops. Taking a seat next to Kurt, I ate in silence, watching warily as my former roommates sat opposite me.
“Is everything okay? You’re very quiet today,” Kurt leaned in to ask me.
“Mm hmm, just…just thinking about what I need to pack for Thanksgiving.”
“Are you going away?”
“Oh, I forgot to tell you!” I bounced excitedly in my seat. “My dad’s letting me go out to L.A. to spend it with my mom and brother.”
“Wow!” he said, surprised but looking disappointed all the same. “That’s really….that’s fantastic, Blaine”
I nodded as I chewed. “Mmyeah, I’ve got a whole week off school too. I can’t wait! I haven’t seen my mom since…Easter, I think.”
Kurt’s downturned mouth softened. “Well then, you should make the most of your time together. I have to admit though, I was kinda looking forward to trawling the stores with you on Black Friday but I’m glad you’ll get some face time with your mom.”
I smiled and patted the back of his hand, knowing he was probably thinking about his own mother, but quickly moved it away when I saw Jeff leer at me knowingly.
“When do you leave?” Kurt asked, pulling my attention back to him.
“Saturday.”
“So soon?”
I shrugged. “At least you’ll get the room to yourself next week? You can hog the shower, use my space to help reorganize your closet again and play the Wicked soundtrack to your heart’s content.”
“Plus you can walk around naked,” Nick said with a laugh.
The corner of Kurt’s mouth quirked up in a sad imitation of a half smile.
Yeah, next week won’t be the same without you either. I sucked in my lips and bit down gently to stop myself saying anything else.
“And jerk off on Blaine’s side of the room,” Jeff added, grinning as Kurt’s eyes went comically wide. “Or on his bed or even in his bed,” he tittered, even as I threw a couple of fries while hissing at him to shut up.
“You always take it one step too far, baby,” Nick groaned as Kurt lurched to his feet and rushed away, taking his almost empty tray with him.
I stared after my roommate, twisted in my seat, as he ditched his empty smoothie cup and raced out of the dining hall. Horrified, I looked back at Jeff, who at least had the decency to look decidedly guilty. “Dammit Jeff, you owe him an apology,” I grumbled as I pushed my chair back.
“What about your lunch?” Nick asked as I started walking away to go find Kurt.
“Excuse me but I don’t think I can stomach the bullshit that’s being served up today,” I spat out as I stalked off.
***
Despite my best efforts, I hadn’t managed to see Kurt for the rest of the afternoon and it seemed that he’d decided to skip dinner to study in the library, or at least I thought he had, until I found him sitting on his bed facing away from me when I came out of the bathroom after my shower. I pulled on an old navy blue fencing team t-shirt and ran the towel through my hair once more before letting it drop into the washing basket. He can’t even look at me. This is bad.
Not quite knowing what to say, I wordlessly walked over and sat next to him on his bed. My little finger twitched as it touched his but he pulled his hand away quickly and folded them in his lap. God, Jeff is an idiot!
“Jeff is an idiot, y’know.” Okay, way to tell like it is, Blaine.
Kurt sniffed but otherwise said nothing.
“Kurt?” Stubbornly, he kept staring at his hands even though I could see he was paying attention to me. “Has he talked to you today? To apologize?”
He shook his head.
“He didn’t mean anything by it,” I said hopelessly, half turning towards him.
“Yes, he did.”
“Okay, yes…but he wasn’t trying to be mean, he thought he was being funny.”
“It was embarrassing.”
“Kurt, I’m sorry he said that and made you uncomfortable. But you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Jeff is the one who should be embarrassed because his jokes are really, really lame sometimes. Please, Kurt,” I turned to him, tucking a leg under me and resting my hand on his upper arm, “don’t let one village idiot put you off the whole tribe.”
He cracked a soft smile at that, glancing up at me briefly before looking back at his hands. “It was embarrassing because of what he was insinuating…”
I rubbed his arm encouragingly but he had no more to add so I jumped in hoping to clear the air. “Kurt, I don’t care what he was insinuating. I just want things back to the way they were so I can hang out with my best friend. I missed you at dinner. Did you even get something to eat?”
“Yeah, David smuggled a sweet chili chicken wrap out for me.”
“He did? That sneaky little…I asked him specifically if he’d seen you.”
Kurt grinned at me and shrugged. “I swore him to secrecy.”
“Huh. So…are we okay?”
He nodded.
“Should I go get our hot chocolates?”
“Mmm, not for me, thanks. I’m pretty tired. I’m going to wash my face and hit the hay.”
It was my turn to nod and I let my hand fall away as he hopped off the bed, collected his pajamas and walked into the bathroom.
Moving to my own bed, I combed my hair, flipped on my lamp, pulled out my English worksheet and novel and settled on my bed to get some work done. Maybe I’ll be able to sneak into Kurt’s bed later. Nonplussed at the idea of getting off while my friend was feeling humiliated, I picked up my cell phone and sent a quick text off to Jeff.
To Jeff
‘Kurt finally turned up but you need to fix this tomorrow.’
From Jeff
‘I will. I’m sorry.’
To Jeff
‘I know you are but you need to apologize to him for making fun of his crush.’
From Jeff
‘I’ll talk to him. I promise.’
Satisfied, I put my phone down and went back to my homework, getting lost in comparing and contrasting traits from the lead characters as Kurt finished up in the bathroom, turned out the main light then crawled under his sheets.
“G’night, Blaine.”
“Sweet dreams, Kurt.”
Two hours later, my worksheet is done along with an online chat session with Cooper. When he finally signs off, I glance over to watch Kurt as he sleeps curled up on his side, his face slack and sweet all at once and I know I need to be there with him.
Pushing the covers from my legs, I turn my lamp off and move to climb into Kurt’s bed. Spooning him, I snuggled up and slid my hand under his shirt, his warm skin a soothing balm to that hurt look of his that had been running through my mind since he fled our table at lunchtime.
I slipped my hand up his body, coming to rest over a smooth pec as I curled my fingers around the muscle, burrowing in between the bed and his body and I closed my eyes, drifting off quickly.
When I drift back up to consciousness again, I wonder exactly how long I was out because I felt more rested than I have in a long time. But as I ease back out off Kurt’s bed and check the clock, I can see it’s only four thirty. Resigned to staying awake, I climb back into my bed and grab my laptop. May as well see what’s happening in the world.
***
Kurt scrunched up his nose as he watched Flint eat his breakfast. “Lucky charms and...ice cream?”
“I told them not to leave the soft serve machine on all the time,” Thad remarked as he sat down opposite Kurt. “But the Dean reckons it’s good for morale,” he said with a shrug as he winked at me.
“Yeah but...ice cream for breakfast? Do our parents know that we’re allowed ice cream for breakfast?”
“Man, you need to loosen up. Live a little, Kurt,” Thad said with a grin.
“Hey, Kurt?” Jeff asked tentatively as he appeared at the table. “Can I talk to you for a minute please?”
“Um, sure,” Kurt replied, shooting me a quizzical look as he laid down his spoon and walked off with Jeff.
“He’ll be fine, Blaine. I’m sure Jeff will be on his best behavior today,” Thad grumbled with a roll of his eyes. I nodded and picked up my cup of coffee. “Hey, are you going to Sadie Hawkins on Thursday?”
“Uh huh. I’m going with a friend of the family. Not quite what I was thinking but Jen’s cool.”
“Oh? You’re going with a girl?”
I grimaced. “Have to. It’s the deal I made with my dad in order to go to L.A. next week.”
“Well that sucks.”
I shrugged. It could be worse. Dad could’ve made me go with you.
“At least you’ll be in good company. Me and a couple of other guys are going stag. We’re gonna spike the punch,” he laughed and flashed me a thumbs-up.
Remind me not to drink any of that. Even if it just ends up being alcohol, I don’t need to get wasted with Jen or lose control when I come home and hump Kurt in his bed.
Some of the other guys picked up the thread of conversation with Thad, discussing who they’re going with and who’s sharing limos but all I could focus on was Kurt as he reappeared and sat back down.
“Everything okay?” I asked quietly.
He nodded and shot me a shy smile before blushing and digging back into his cereal.
Oh boy. What exactly did Jeff say to make Kurt look at me like that?
***
“I want to suck your cock, beautiful.”
“You so dirty, Blay,” Kurt giggled as he lay back on my bed, naked and spread out like a fallen angel.
I laughed and lay down between his legs. “Nope. I’m just honest, baby. You are beautiful and I wanna suck your cock. That’s all there is to it.”
He gasped as I curled my tongue around the tip of his dick, just tasting it, before I opened up and swirled my tongue around his length like a maypole, while taking him deeper. His hips jerked, pushing his cock in further, nudging the back of my throat and I let him. At this point, I’d certainly made the most of all my experiences and could deep throat with the best of them.
Kurt’s thrusts didn’t stop and his fingernails scrabbled at my shoulders the whole time I kept my mouth on him. His small cries alternated between, “Uh,” and, “Blay,” as I swooped up and down his shaft vigorously, getting to taste his come a minute later. I stroked him through the aftershocks and licked up the leakage as he sighed and tugged on my hair to get me to move.
“Feels nice, huh?”
“Youhavenoidea,” he breathed out as I covered his body with mine and rutted against his hip slowly.
I chuckled against his neck, dotting kisses there and up to his ear. “I think I might. Maybe tomorrow, you can try it on me.”
He hummed in agreement as his warm hands swept across my back and he held on tight as I rocked against him.
“Jeff talked to you today, didn’t he?”
“Mm hmm.”
“What did he say?”
“Said he was sorry. Mmm, do that again.”
“This?” I asked as I nibbled on his earlobe and thrust harder against him.
“Uh, m-making me hard a-again,” he gasped out as his breath hitched.
“Did Jeff say anything else?”
“Uh, Blay,” he groaned deeply as I rubbed our cocks against each other. “He-he said I should jus’ be p-patient. Uh...Bl-Blay. Uh, God. Mooooore,” he demanded as his fingernails scraped across my shoulder blades.
I pushed upwards, getting my knees under me and letting his legs splay wide as we rolled our hips together with purpose. Mashing our mouths together, I dipped my tongue into his as he moaned into mine while my body went into spasms and spilled streaks of come between us. I dropped by face into the crook of his neck, breathing heavily, as his body stilled beneath me. Worming my hand between us, I took a hold of his cock and stroked him until his warm seed streaked through my fist.
Wiping my hand across his skin, I slumped to the side, trapping his arm beneath me. I rolled a little and reached over blindly to grab the wet wipe packet. Dropping it on Kurt’s chest, I wrangled a couple of wipes out of the packet and wiped us clean of fluids, balled them up and dropped them to the floor where they were soon followed by the packet.
Reaching back around my roommate, I pulled him to half roll on top of me and settled down to sleep with Kurt’s slow breathing puffing against the nape of my neck.
***
Stupidly, I didn’t even think about it when I wandered back into our room, freshly showered, pants on and shirtless. Sure the scratches had stung a little under the water but they weren’t much cause for concern, at least until Kurt glanced up from his books on the desk and noticed.
“What happened to your back?!” he said with alarm.
“Huh?” Crap. Play dumb, dumbass. It’s not like it’ll be a stretch.
“You’re all scratched up,” Kurt complained as he moved over to me, a fingertip pressing against a stripe of raised red flesh.
“Really? I must’ve scratched myself.”
“You didn’t feel that though?”
Oh, I felt it alright but thought that because the marks were on me that it wouldn’t matter. I shrugged. “I could have done it in my sleep. Maybe they’ve switched powders in the laundry or something.”
“God, even your shoulders are scratched up!” he exclaimed as he pressed in against the tiny marks he’d inadvertently made the night before.
“My sheets have been making me kind of itchy.”
Kurt moved around in front of me, inspecting my neck closely, his fingertips dancing lightly across my skin.
He’s so close and he smells so good. God, he has the most gorgeous eyes.
He inhaled as he found a longer scrape near my hairline behind my ear, not realizing that he’d made it as he’d unloaded in my mouth last night. Kurt stopped and caught my gaze, barely breathing; his tongue darted out to lick his lips. I blinked and it seemed to break the spell we were both under as he took a half step away but picked up my empty hand.
“Your nails aren’t even that long,” he mumbled, frowning as he rubbed his thumb over the tips of my fingers. Dropping my hand, he took another step away and turned around. “You should-you should ask them to use the sensitive skin powder instead.”
Wait. What just happened? “Oh-kay.”
He sat back down at the desk as I grabbed a t-shirt and slipped it on. When I noticed he had a hand in his hair but didn’t seem to be reading, I asked “Are you nearly done with your homework?”
“Yeah, I guess. I can’t concentrate anyway,” he grumbled and starting to shut his books and put his things away.
“I’ll go get our drinks, then,” I mentioned but paused at the door, trying to figure out what had disturbed my roommate so much.
***
“Are you...Have you? Are you seeing someone?”
I coughed as the hot chocolate I’d suddenly swallowed scalded my throat. “What?” I gasped out at Kurt.
“Are you seeing someone?” he asked again, shyly.
I shook my head, mouth gaping a little before it started to work, telling him the truth. “Only you.”
Kurt huffed and glanced away. “You know what I mean. Someone...special.”
Only you.
“Is this about the scratches? Because I can’t say that I was paying that much attention yesterday but aside from a run-in with Nick and Jeff, I spent almost all day either with you or looking for you and I didn’t have them yesterday....so they must’ve happened last night.”
Kurt seemed to turn this over in his mind before looking up at me as he placed his empty cup on the bedside table. “Sorry. It just...they don’t look like you could’ve made them.”
“So what you’re really saying is that you think I’m not that flexible? But you, mister, have no idea. The Warbler shuffle is not my only move,” I said with a smile.
He rolled his eyes and retorted with, “Yes, I’ve heard many a tale of your furniture jumping prowess from the boys.”
I chuckled as I gulped down the last of my drink. “It’s because of my brother. He was always the centre of attention when I was little, but I once I hopped up on the dining table I realized that everyone looked at me to see what I’d do next. Usually, it ended with a time out and some sulking.”
Kurt laughed as I pouted, lying on his stomach on his bed, head propped in his hands. “Have you ever had a boyfriend?”
I raised an eyebrow but answered honestly. “Nope. You?”
“Not for lack of trying,” he muttered.
I smiled at the remark but pretended I hadn’t heard. “Sorry, what was that?”
“No. I mean I’ve had crushes and tried to get them interested in me but it’s never worked out and the only time it didn’t even occur to me, the idiot kissed me.”
I pursed my lips as he shuddered at the thought of Karofsky. “Have you been on a date before?”
“Uh uh. You?”
“Um...I guess so.”
“Really? Did you ask them?”
“Yeah, but it wasn’t because I liked them or anything. I asked a friend to come to a couple of my step-mom’s parties to remind my dad that I’m gay because he makes out that it slips his mind.”
Kurt wrinkled his nose at that. “What about the dance tomorrow?”
“What about it?” I countered as I slipped into bed and lay down on my side, hand holding my head up.
“Are you going?”
“I am. It was the only way to get to California short of throwing a fit at dinner the other night.” I left out the fact that I kind of did anyway.
“What do you mean?”
“My dad wanted me to go with him and Lauren to Aspen but Coop had already sent me tickets to go stay with him. After some shouting, he’s letting me go but only if I take his business partner’s daughter to the dance tomorrow.”
“Ah. I thought you were going with Thad or something.”
“Why would you think that?!”
“Because he likes you. I thought you and he...”
“Uh, no. I know Thad has a thing for me but there’s no way I’d go there.” Willingly.
“Go-ood to know,” Kurt yawned.
“You look like you’re ready for bed.”
“Mmmm.”
“You better get changed into your pajamas then.”
“Good idea,” he grinned dopily as he pointed at me.
I watched with interest as he rolled himself off the bed, tugged off his jumper and started to unbutton his shirt. Good, no shame. It’s time. I pulled off my t-shirt and shucked my pants, tucking everything under my pillow, while Kurt was busy unbuckling his belt and sliding his trousers off.
He stumbled as he pulled each sock off but caught himself and started on folding his clothes up. When he was finished and twirled around a couple of times trying to figure out what to do next, I called out to him. “Hey, beautiful.”
Kurt spun once more to look at me, surprised, pointing to his chest.
“C’mere. I really want to kiss you right now.”
He dropped his head and grinned at the floor but bounced over to my bedside anyway.
I reached out and started to pull his underwear down, letting him take over to get them off his feet. “I kissed you here last night, remember?” I asked as I fondled his soft dick.
“Yeah,” he breathed out, his hand rubbing across his bare soft stomach.
“It’s your turn to kiss me like that. You wanna try, baby?”
“Uh huh,” he nodded vigorously with a wicked grin.
I smiled and flicked back my sheets, showing off my already hard cock sandwiched between my stomach and the mattress. “Come and kiss me, Kurt.”
He clambered in and rolled flush against me, kissing me straight away. I moaned as he wrapped his tongue around mine as I lay back, letting him control the kiss while he wrapped his arms around me.
I lay there ecstatic, my eyes closed as he kissed me over and over, pulling away to kiss down my neck and chest before darting back in and kissing me passionately. I could do this all night. I sighed happily as Kurt started to systematically work his way downward, kissing along my neck, then chest, mouthing across my stomach, pushing at me to lay flat on my back and licking across the head of my cock.
Pushing the covers away so I could watch him, he settled down hunched over on his knees, scratching through the hair on my upper thigh with one hand and used the other to hold up my dick for inspection. I folded my hands behind my head and smiled as he stared my shaft down before his hand finally moved to pump it a couple of times, adjusting his grip to squeeze harder and moving his free hand to rub a thumb over my balls.
Finally we made eye contact as he paused, mouth open with the tip of my cock hovering above his tongue. His lashes fluttered as he stuck his tongue out to lick at the dribble of pre-come oozing from my slit.
“Will you suck me, beautiful?”
His eyes snapped open, dark and dangerous, staring at me as his tongue slid against the ridge and increased in pressure. My own mouth was already hanging open at his striking beauty when he slid his wide pink lips over the tip and kissed it reverently.
“Uhhh,” I whined.
He smiled around my dick, his mouth grotesque and gorgeous as he did it again, purposefully dragging the whine from my throat as his lips made a soft ‘pop’ sound each time he lifted off me.
“Ku-urt. Please,” I said with a shiver before he sank down and sucked. My hands gripped my hair tight as my body tensed under his touch. “You’re so gorgeous. Fuck! Kurt!” I let all the air whoosh out of my lungs as my eyes slid closed, concentrating on the feel of his tongue dragging up my dick, the wet slide and suction. Christ!
I didn’t get a chance to warn him but he was already pulling off and didn’t seemed too concerned as I thrust up, chasing his mouth, as jets of come burst across his parted lips, painting his jaw as it dribbled sluggishly down his throat. My chest heaved and if I could have come again immediately, I would have. “Beautiful,” I mumbled as I pulled him to my mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Kurt.” I scraped my thumb through the mess on his chin and slipped it into his mouth, letting him suckle before repeating the action and then chasing it with my tongue.
“Hmmm, tastes good, Blay,” he whispered dreamily as he rest his forehead against mine.
I grabbed my t-shirt and wiped the rest of his face clean and then I held him tucked under my arm, stroking him slowly until he came across my stomach and immediately fell to sleep.
Using my t-shirt again to tidy up, I pulled up the sheets over us and kissed his soft mouth until I started to drift off. You are someone special, Kurt. Someone special to me.
***
“Are we having dinner together?” Kurt asked as he knotted his tie.
“Of course.”
“But you have to pick up what’s-her-name, don’t you?”
“Jen and yes, I do but not until seven. We’ll have time for dinner.”
“Good,” he nodded once with a smile, “and then I’ll help you get ready.”
I chuckled. “Oh-kay but I’m pretty sure I can put on a suit by myself, Kurt.”
“Of course but are you wearing a pocket square or a button hole? What color’s her dress, anyway?”
“Um…I don’t know,” I confessed. “My-my dad was getting the corsage. I didn’t bother to ask any questions because I didn’t want to go.”
Kurt rolled his eyes and put his hands on his cardigan covered hips. “Do you have her number?” As I nodded he looked even more determined. “Good! Find out what her dress looks like so we can put together some looks.”
“I think you’re just trying to pimp me out, Kurt Hummel.”
“Well, if I succeed, I get twenty percent.”
I coughed as I slid my blazer on and buttoned it up. “Twenty percent!”
“Blaine! Do you know how much ostrich feathers are?!”
***
I draped my suit over the chair and slid out of the rest of my clothes and straight into Kurt’s bed, thankful that it was late, that he was deep in sleep and on his back, snoring softly.
The dark room was warm and comfortable as I nuzzled into the crook of his neck and slipped a bare leg over his covered one, my pointed toes dragging across the arch of his relaxed foot.
“I missed you,” I whispered into his skin.
My free hand slipped under his shirt and I stroked the pad of my thumb over his nipple, feeling it harden as I toyed with it. My lips pressed the softest kisses, long and slow, against his jaw. My tongue wetting tiny patches of his skin as my lips parted and I breathed him in.
“I’m going to miss you so much next week,” I told him quietly, in secret, as I nosed amongst the fine hair behind his ear.
“I almost wish I wasn’t going,” my lips told him as they dragged down his throat. “Almost,” I smiled as I bit lightly at his collarbone.
I lay my temple on his chest and let the steady thump of his heartbeat lull me to sleep.
***
“I can’t believe I’m not going to see you for a whole week,” I whined as Kurt grabbed his bag ready to head back to Lima for Friday night dinner with his family.
“We’ll text.”
“It won’t be the same.”
He sighed and came over to hug me tight. “I know but at least this way we can buy each other a Christmas gift and not worry about the other seeing it, right?”
“I guess,” I grumbled.
“Have a safe flight, take lots of photos and buy me a tacky Hollywood or Rodeo Drive souvenir.”
“Okay. But only if you promise to drive safe, eat takeout, play loud music and collect my homework.”
Kurt grinned at me. “That, I can do,” he promised and then darted in to kiss me on the cheek. Moving away just as quickly, he paused at the door with his cheeks flushed. “See you in a week, Blaine,” he breathed out.
I bit my lip and nodded until the door clicked closed behind him. “See you in a week, Kurt.”
***
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