The Sandman Cometh 14B/?
A/N - After re-editing this, I've found I've missed a chapter... ! ...so now I bring you this missing chapter that takes place before Thad's party. I feel so silly and apologetic. Enjoy.
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“Are you okay, Kurt? You look tired. Do you want me to get you a regular coffee instead of your mocha?”
“Sit, Blaine, please. I’m fine, just feel like I slept under a weight and I woke up a bit achy.”
“Maybe you’re coming down with something?” Nick piped in.
Wes shook his head vehemently. “Nuh uh! No one’s allowed to get sick until after Sectionals,” he declared.
“It’s not like that’s something he can control, Wes,” Nick grumbled as he bit into his toast.
“I think I’ve just been pushing myself a bit hard in practice. I mean, I slept like the dead last night. So much so, in fact, that I don’t even remember getting into bed,” Kurt laughed.
“Aw, Kurt. You don’t have to push so hard, even if you are still the ‘new kid’,” Jeff consoled.
Wes looked worried as he added, “We’ve barely broken out of the two step on this song. I thought New Directions did a lot more choreography?”
“Oh, we-I mean, they do. But the past few weeks have been all about studying and I guess the pressure of fitting in with the group, learning all your moves and then performing said moves in front of the judges and my friends is weighing on me, literally.
I frowned as Kurt spoke. Your moves? Clearly, he doesn’t feel like the boys are his friends yet. “You know, Kurt, we should really try to get your mind off of it and help you bond with the Warblers. What do you say guys?”
“Ooh! We could go paintballing!” David chimed in as he sat down.
Kurt shook his head as his eyebrows shot up.
“Go-carting then!” Nick offered.
Kurt looked dubious.
“Laser tag?” Jeff added.
Kurt wobbled his hand in ‘maybe’ motion.
“Halo?” Wes suggested.
Kurt frowned as he took a sip of his mocha.
“Karaoke?” I proposed.
Finally, my roommate cracked a smile.
“Or a movie marathon?” Nick quizzed.
A purse of his lips led to my next suggestion. “Musicals?”
Kurt smiled and nodded manically as half the boys at the table groaned, with David’s head hitting the table.
“Okay, we need a consensus here” Wes decided. “We have three choices: Laser tag, karaoke or a musical marathon. Let’s vote! I have my gavel in here somewhere,” he said, starting to rifle through his school bag.
Kurt let out a sharp bark of laughter until he realized that Wes was serious.
***
“Bla-ine!” Kurt whined. “Laser tag? Really?”
I laughed as we walked into English class. “Hey, it’s not my fault that you couldn’t win over David and Jeff.”
“But you were the swing vote!”
“Kurt Hummel, are you suggesting that you wanted me to swing with you?”
He spluttered and a blush rose on his cheeks as he mumbled, “Never mind.”
***
A text brought my mobile to life making it vibrate on the lunch table. Ignoring it, I took another bite of my burger.
“Aren’t you going to check that?”
I shook my head at Kurt while I chewed.
“Maybe it’s important.”
I swallowed my mouthful and mumbled, “I doubt that very much. The most important people in my life are in this room, Kurt.”
A shy smile spread across his face. “I’ll check it for you then,” he said, swiping the phone off the table quickly. “Aw,” he pouted. “Code?”
I grinned and held my hand out to get my phone back. Entering the code, I let him know that it was just my older brother showing off. Again.
“Squirt! My agent just confirmed…my ad is going national baby! Expect something extra in the post this month little brother!!” A roll of my eyes after I read the message must have tipped Kurt off not to dig too much.
“What does he send you?”
“Postcards mostly. Cheesy pick up lines he thinks would be useful to pick up girls with.”
“Girls?!”
“Yeah, he’s still in denial...much like my parents.”
“Oh. I’m sor-”
I shook my head to cut him off. “Don’t worry about it. Actually, I think he wants me to go out to L.A. once I finish school, even though I’ve told him that I’m hanging my hat on New York.”
“New York?!” Kurt gushes excitedly and immediately starts to rattle off his plans for domination of the theatre or fashion world or both. “I haven’t quite decided yet. What do you think about Julliard?”
***
“You look...really uncomfortable, Kurt.”
“Um, I’m just sore.”
Jeff’s eyebrows shot up. “Chafing?”
Kurt held his hand protectively over his shirt covered nipple and pressed in slightly to take away the ache. “Maybe? I don’t know; it’s weird.”
“You could always Vaseline them.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Like marathon runners. Their shirts chaff their nipples, so they use Vaseline.”
Kurt laughed. “That’s okay; I don’t think I need to go to that extreme.”
“What are we talking about?” Nick asked as he dropped onto the couch next to Kurt in the Common Room.
“Nipples,” Jeff stated factually.
“Huh. That’s not what I was expecting. What about them?” Nick wondered.
“Kurt’s nipples are sore.”
“No, just one of them, thank you Jeff.”
“You’re welcome. Wait, just one of them?”
“Yes. That’s what’s odd.”
Nick laughed, “Hold up, that’s what’s odd? Not the fact that your nipples are sore but that only one of them is sore?”
“Shut up,” Kurt huffed even as he bit his lip to stifle a grin.
“Maybe you slept on it wrong,” Jeff suggested.
Nick chortled. “And pray tell, how does one sleep on a nipple incorrectly, baby?”
“Remember that one time I slept on my stomach and my ear buds got trapped underneath me? I woke up with not just one sore nipple but a mark on my neck too where it’d dug in. You laughed at me for days after that, Blaine!”
“I did?” I smiled, acting a little surprised.
“Yeah, you were constantly smirking every time you’d press the bruise on my neck. I’m telling you, Kurt, those little suckers can hurt!”
Kurt looked thoughtful. “Huh. I don’t remember falling asleep with my iPod on though.”
“Okay! Order, order! So the council has reached a decision,” Wes announced with a loud bang of his gavel as the assembled Warblers quieted down in their respective
groups. “So Kurt and David will flank Blaine at Sectionals, and the rest of us...”
***
“How are you feeling now, Kurt?”
“Sleepy.”
“Hmm, thought so. Are you still sore? Like this morning?”
“Just my chest.”
“Oh? Show me?”
“Bla-ine,” Kurt whined as his white button shirt was pushed off his shoulders.
“Don’t you want me to help?”
“Yeah, bu-but...”
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll look after you.”
“M’kay,” Kurt mumbled as his school shirt fell to the floor, where it was quickly joined by his undershirt.
“Show me? Please?” I wheedled in a sweet voice.
“Mm, here,” he pointed to his bruised nipple clumsily, pushing on it as he pouted. “Ouch.”
“Hmm, looks a bit redder than this one doesn’t it?”
“Uh huh. I dunno what happened to it,” Kurt shrugged helplessly.
“Oh baby, it’s okay. I’ll make it feel better. Would you like that?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay then, let’s lie down. Hop up on the bed, Kurt, and lie back on the pillow.”
“Like this?” he asked as he flung his hands above his head awkwardly.
“Yes, very good. Spread your legs, Kurt. Now before I help you feel better, can you tell me what we talked about last night?”
I watched Kurt’s face closely as he rolled his eyes up and thought hard.
“Um....touching?”
“Kinda. Can you remember what we did, beautiful?”
“You-you weren’t wearing a shirt and then I wasn’t wearing a shirt, like now, and then we-we were kissing. Ooh Blaine! We were kissing! Did you kiss me?”
I smiled as I hovered over his outstretched body. “Nope. You kissed me.”
“I-I did?” he asked in amazement and then he giggled. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, Kurt. I really, really liked it,” I said in a husky voice as I laid myself down over him, keeping myself propped up on my elbows. “Did you like it too?”
“Uh huh,” he uttered and then bit his lip coyly. “I like kissing you, Blaine. You-you’re really sexy.”
“Oh. Wow.” Really?
“Wanna kiss some more?” Kurt asked as he tilted his head on the pillow and spread his clothed legs wider.
I smiled reassuringly. “Definitely. It’s my new favorite thing.” You’re my new favorite thing. “I’m gonna make sure you get kisses every night, okay?”
Kurt smiled happily and puckered his lips, so I leaned down and kissed him slow and soft.
“Open up, baby,” I mumbled before sucking his bottom lip in and swiping my tongue across it. His mouth dropped open automatically and accepted my wandering tongue with a tiny moan. I eased my weight down on his chest while I continued to pillage his slothful mouth, feeling his hot lazy tongue sliding around mine.
“Let’s make your nip feel better, hmm?”
“M’kay.”
I slid down to lay an open mouthed kiss to the bitten flesh. His gasp as I started to suck gently made my balls tighten with need but I resisted the urge to hump the mattress.
“Better?” I asked, pulling away to inspect the rosy nub.
He moaned in reply while I continually rolled it between my thumb and forefinger.
“Make this one feel better too,” he panted as his hand fell on his chest, his open palm flexing over the opposite nipple.
“Huh, let’s make them match then,” I added with a grin before I switched sides. A quick hard pinch to the opposite nipple had Kurt squirming under me.
“Uh,” he grunted as I started to roll and squeeze it simultaneously, making it flush a deep pink. Kurt arched up underneath my touch while I continued to squeeze and pull on the protuberance, stretching the flesh obscenely. “Blay,” he breathed, his eyes unfocussed, as his body writhed below me.
“God, Kurt…you’re so sexy,” I mumbled as I dipped down to suckle on the abused nub, biting to tease gently. “And you taste so good too. Fu-ck,” I groaned and let my mouth trail across his chest, wet bottom lip dragging upwards as I searched for spots along his collarbone and neck to kiss and lick.
“Bl-Blay. Uhhh,” he sighed as I teased a soft spot on his neck, making him buck up against me hard.
“Mmm, yeah,” my lips whispered across his before I bit down into a ravenous kiss, pushing my tongue in deep and wrapping it around his as I rocked on top of Kurt.
My roommate spilled soft whimpers into my mouth as our cocks rubbed against one another. I kept pace with him, mimicking fucking him as I pressed against his covered crotch, while I kissed his mouth and flicked my tongue inside wildly. Kurt’s tongue lolled lazily, barely responding, and I realized I was going to lose his attention shortly as the sandman took him.
“Tomorrow, baby, tomorrow night we’re going to do this naked while you’re awake,” I whispered into his ear as his body shut down, eyes glued shut and mouth slack. I planted a final kiss on his plush lips. “Sweet dreams, beautiful.”
Rolling off the bed, I yanked at his shoes, then socks and belt, determined to get him nude immediately. My hard on tented my pajama pants as it twitched madly. Stopping briefly to give it a quick squeeze through my flannel pants, I shuffled down Kurt’s trousers and briefs to tug them off his legs, dropping them on the ground along with my own pants.
Standing there gripping my cock, I took a moment to admire Kurt’s sleeping form, his body pinked with arousal and dick still hard, extended along his abdomen. Greedy to come, I climbed on the bed and pushed his legs apart so I could settle in my former spot, lying atop him.
Can I get you to come tomorrow while you’re still awake? “I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell gonna try, baby.” I pushed my body against his, our cocks sliding across each other’s stomachs. Rocking constantly, I gripped under Kurt’s shoulders and panted wetly against his skin. No marks. Can’t leave any marks. As my release flooded through me and spilled across Kurt’s erection, I gasped his name over and over as my rolling hips slowed.
***
In the early hours, I jerked awake in Kurt’s arms and eased my way out of bed. Removing the butt plug, I cleaned up and dressed Kurt easily before flopping back in my own bed tiredly, my wilted dick satisfied at having unloaded several times all over Kurt earlier.
***
“Ku-urt, do you remember what we did yesterday?” I whispered playfully.
He blinked heavily as he thought, “Uh, kisses.”
“Kisses where?”
“Um…huh?”
I snorted softly at his adorably confused face. “Were we standing up? Lying down?”
“Oh. Lying, um, lying down. On my bed.”
“Wanna do that again?”
He nodded slowly and started to pull his shirt off so I stepped away to turn off the overhead lights, leaving the bedside lamps to give the room an intimate glow. As I wandered back to his side, his undershirt hit the floor and I made my move on his belt.
“Wha-what are you doin’?”
“Helping you get more comfortable, beautiful. You want to be comfortable, don’t you?” Kurt wrapped his hands around my wrists loosely, making me stop momentarily and look into his eyes. “It’s okay, Kurt. I just want to make you feel good. I made you feel better last time, didn’t I?”
His eyes fluttered closed and I pulled the end of the belt back, freeing the prong and slipping the belt out of the buckle. As I flicked the button on his trousers, Kurt blew out a shaky breath and let his head drop to my shoulder.
“Kurt, you’re gorgeous, you have no reason to be nervous. You know I’ll look after you, beautiful, okay?”
“Mm hmm,” he hummed against my bare collarbone as I slid his zipper down. A gentle shove to the fabric had the pants falling away to pool on the floor. Before he could think about stepping back, I slid my thumbs under the waistband of his gray boxer briefs and ran them around his waist, working them down his hips.
Kurt stepped back and waggled a finger at me in playful disapproval, “Uh uh ah.”
I grinned and stepped forward to follow him and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him in close to cuddle. “You are so cute,” I said with a laugh and a kiss to his temple as his hands snuck around my waist and squeezed. “Get on the bed, you,” I said with a playful slap to his behind.
Kurt giggled, turned and climbed up on his bed, lying back like the night before only with his legs closed while I dropped my pajama pants, letting my stiff cock bob freely, and clambered up to straddle and drape myself over him. His breath hitched as my dick slid up his underwear, navigating the bumpy waistband and slipping across his skin.
“B-Blay,” Kurt breathed out, his glazed blue eyes wide, as he stared down at my naked body.
I eased myself into position and laid my weight down over top of him, starting to kiss a pathway to his mouth, making Kurt whimper as my tongue dipped inside and fluttered against his. I could feel his cock, hard and hot, against my hip and I rocked against him using the smallest of motions, letting my increasingly deep kisses distract him.
“Mm, Kurt. Do you jerk off, baby?” I mumbled against his lips before pulling away to watch him nod bashfully. “What do you think about when you touch yourself?”
A blush painted itself high across his cheeks as he glanced away and whispered, “You.”
Well, fuck me sideways.
“Really? What do you do? Do you finger yourself? Hmm? Pretend that it’s me inside you?” I asked as I nuzzled against the soft skin behind his ear.
“Uh uh. J-just, I just touch my c-cock.”
“And you have such a pretty cock, Kurt.” My eyes snapped open as I said it and wondered if he’d realize my slip up.
“Mmm, feels good.”
“Yeah?” I rocked us together harder. “Does this feel good, beautiful?”
“Uhhh,” he sighed as his eyes drifted shut. “Yeah.”
I kept us moving together for a few moments longer, shifting my weight so I could shuffle back on my knees and drag his boxer briefs down his legs. Kurt’s breath hitched again as his dick flopped out against his stomach. Leaving his underwear around his ankles, I lay back down, aligning our cocks alongside one another and went back to kissing him.
A guttural moan reverberated around my mouth as Kurt started to push up against me harder. I answered in kind, letting my hips roll faster as I sucked on his tongue.
“This weekend, Kurt,” I panted into his ear. “This weekend, you should use your fingers, push them in deep, pretend they’re mine, pretend you’re taking my cock.” A gasp was my reply as his head lolled to one side, hips slowing but still thrusting lazily as I sucked on his earlobe and swirled my tongue in his ear.
As his body stilled with sleep, I whispered into his neck promises of all the things we would do together. Things that were so close I could taste them. Too soon though, need to wait a bit longer. Get him ready. “Gonna fuck you soon, beautiful, and you’ll look so good on my cock.” Fuck, I need him inside of me!
Slithering off the bed, I stumbled to my bedside table to get what I needed. I need him to fill me up.
And he did.
Three times. Before I finally staggered to my own bed on wobbly legs just after midnight.
***
“Ouch.”
“Are you okay, Blaine?”
“Yeah,” I waved off my roommate as we exited our English class. “Just pulled a muscle.”
“Don’t let Wes hear that,” Nick whispered as he slung an arm over my shoulder. “Sectional are next Thursday and he’ll stroke out if his lead can’t perform.”
“I’ll be fine by then,” I protested as Kurt sniggered.
“Sounds like Wes and Rachel are perfectly suited. They both take this stuff way too seriously.”
“When are you heading home?” I asked my roommate as we headed for our room.
“Soon. Just need a shower and a change of clothes before I hit the road. Y’know, one of these days you should come over again for dinner.”
“Kurt, it’s a long way to go just for dinner.”
“Yeah but Dad had no problem with you spending the night last time, right?”
“Mm, true. Maybe after Sectionals.”
“Yes! We can either commiserate or celebrate. Either way, there’ll be cheesecake!”
“I like your thinking, Mr Hummel.” I like it a lot.
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Part Fifteen>>
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“Are you okay, Kurt? You look tired. Do you want me to get you a regular coffee instead of your mocha?”
“Sit, Blaine, please. I’m fine, just feel like I slept under a weight and I woke up a bit achy.”
“Maybe you’re coming down with something?” Nick piped in.
Wes shook his head vehemently. “Nuh uh! No one’s allowed to get sick until after Sectionals,” he declared.
“It’s not like that’s something he can control, Wes,” Nick grumbled as he bit into his toast.
“I think I’ve just been pushing myself a bit hard in practice. I mean, I slept like the dead last night. So much so, in fact, that I don’t even remember getting into bed,” Kurt laughed.
“Aw, Kurt. You don’t have to push so hard, even if you are still the ‘new kid’,” Jeff consoled.
Wes looked worried as he added, “We’ve barely broken out of the two step on this song. I thought New Directions did a lot more choreography?”
“Oh, we-I mean, they do. But the past few weeks have been all about studying and I guess the pressure of fitting in with the group, learning all your moves and then performing said moves in front of the judges and my friends is weighing on me, literally.
I frowned as Kurt spoke. Your moves? Clearly, he doesn’t feel like the boys are his friends yet. “You know, Kurt, we should really try to get your mind off of it and help you bond with the Warblers. What do you say guys?”
“Ooh! We could go paintballing!” David chimed in as he sat down.
Kurt shook his head as his eyebrows shot up.
“Go-carting then!” Nick offered.
Kurt looked dubious.
“Laser tag?” Jeff added.
Kurt wobbled his hand in ‘maybe’ motion.
“Halo?” Wes suggested.
Kurt frowned as he took a sip of his mocha.
“Karaoke?” I proposed.
Finally, my roommate cracked a smile.
“Or a movie marathon?” Nick quizzed.
A purse of his lips led to my next suggestion. “Musicals?”
Kurt smiled and nodded manically as half the boys at the table groaned, with David’s head hitting the table.
“Okay, we need a consensus here” Wes decided. “We have three choices: Laser tag, karaoke or a musical marathon. Let’s vote! I have my gavel in here somewhere,” he said, starting to rifle through his school bag.
Kurt let out a sharp bark of laughter until he realized that Wes was serious.
***
“Bla-ine!” Kurt whined. “Laser tag? Really?”
I laughed as we walked into English class. “Hey, it’s not my fault that you couldn’t win over David and Jeff.”
“But you were the swing vote!”
“Kurt Hummel, are you suggesting that you wanted me to swing with you?”
He spluttered and a blush rose on his cheeks as he mumbled, “Never mind.”
***
A text brought my mobile to life making it vibrate on the lunch table. Ignoring it, I took another bite of my burger.
“Aren’t you going to check that?”
I shook my head at Kurt while I chewed.
“Maybe it’s important.”
I swallowed my mouthful and mumbled, “I doubt that very much. The most important people in my life are in this room, Kurt.”
A shy smile spread across his face. “I’ll check it for you then,” he said, swiping the phone off the table quickly. “Aw,” he pouted. “Code?”
I grinned and held my hand out to get my phone back. Entering the code, I let him know that it was just my older brother showing off. Again.
“Squirt! My agent just confirmed…my ad is going national baby! Expect something extra in the post this month little brother!!” A roll of my eyes after I read the message must have tipped Kurt off not to dig too much.
“What does he send you?”
“Postcards mostly. Cheesy pick up lines he thinks would be useful to pick up girls with.”
“Girls?!”
“Yeah, he’s still in denial...much like my parents.”
“Oh. I’m sor-”
I shook my head to cut him off. “Don’t worry about it. Actually, I think he wants me to go out to L.A. once I finish school, even though I’ve told him that I’m hanging my hat on New York.”
“New York?!” Kurt gushes excitedly and immediately starts to rattle off his plans for domination of the theatre or fashion world or both. “I haven’t quite decided yet. What do you think about Julliard?”
***
“You look...really uncomfortable, Kurt.”
“Um, I’m just sore.”
Jeff’s eyebrows shot up. “Chafing?”
Kurt held his hand protectively over his shirt covered nipple and pressed in slightly to take away the ache. “Maybe? I don’t know; it’s weird.”
“You could always Vaseline them.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
“Like marathon runners. Their shirts chaff their nipples, so they use Vaseline.”
Kurt laughed. “That’s okay; I don’t think I need to go to that extreme.”
“What are we talking about?” Nick asked as he dropped onto the couch next to Kurt in the Common Room.
“Nipples,” Jeff stated factually.
“Huh. That’s not what I was expecting. What about them?” Nick wondered.
“Kurt’s nipples are sore.”
“No, just one of them, thank you Jeff.”
“You’re welcome. Wait, just one of them?”
“Yes. That’s what’s odd.”
Nick laughed, “Hold up, that’s what’s odd? Not the fact that your nipples are sore but that only one of them is sore?”
“Shut up,” Kurt huffed even as he bit his lip to stifle a grin.
“Maybe you slept on it wrong,” Jeff suggested.
Nick chortled. “And pray tell, how does one sleep on a nipple incorrectly, baby?”
“Remember that one time I slept on my stomach and my ear buds got trapped underneath me? I woke up with not just one sore nipple but a mark on my neck too where it’d dug in. You laughed at me for days after that, Blaine!”
“I did?” I smiled, acting a little surprised.
“Yeah, you were constantly smirking every time you’d press the bruise on my neck. I’m telling you, Kurt, those little suckers can hurt!”
Kurt looked thoughtful. “Huh. I don’t remember falling asleep with my iPod on though.”
“Okay! Order, order! So the council has reached a decision,” Wes announced with a loud bang of his gavel as the assembled Warblers quieted down in their respective
groups. “So Kurt and David will flank Blaine at Sectionals, and the rest of us...”
***
“How are you feeling now, Kurt?”
“Sleepy.”
“Hmm, thought so. Are you still sore? Like this morning?”
“Just my chest.”
“Oh? Show me?”
“Bla-ine,” Kurt whined as his white button shirt was pushed off his shoulders.
“Don’t you want me to help?”
“Yeah, bu-but...”
“It’s okay, baby. I’ll look after you.”
“M’kay,” Kurt mumbled as his school shirt fell to the floor, where it was quickly joined by his undershirt.
“Show me? Please?” I wheedled in a sweet voice.
“Mm, here,” he pointed to his bruised nipple clumsily, pushing on it as he pouted. “Ouch.”
“Hmm, looks a bit redder than this one doesn’t it?”
“Uh huh. I dunno what happened to it,” Kurt shrugged helplessly.
“Oh baby, it’s okay. I’ll make it feel better. Would you like that?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay then, let’s lie down. Hop up on the bed, Kurt, and lie back on the pillow.”
“Like this?” he asked as he flung his hands above his head awkwardly.
“Yes, very good. Spread your legs, Kurt. Now before I help you feel better, can you tell me what we talked about last night?”
I watched Kurt’s face closely as he rolled his eyes up and thought hard.
“Um....touching?”
“Kinda. Can you remember what we did, beautiful?”
“You-you weren’t wearing a shirt and then I wasn’t wearing a shirt, like now, and then we-we were kissing. Ooh Blaine! We were kissing! Did you kiss me?”
I smiled as I hovered over his outstretched body. “Nope. You kissed me.”
“I-I did?” he asked in amazement and then he giggled. “Sorry.”
“Don’t apologize, Kurt. I really, really liked it,” I said in a husky voice as I laid myself down over him, keeping myself propped up on my elbows. “Did you like it too?”
“Uh huh,” he uttered and then bit his lip coyly. “I like kissing you, Blaine. You-you’re really sexy.”
“Oh. Wow.” Really?
“Wanna kiss some more?” Kurt asked as he tilted his head on the pillow and spread his clothed legs wider.
I smiled reassuringly. “Definitely. It’s my new favorite thing.” You’re my new favorite thing. “I’m gonna make sure you get kisses every night, okay?”
Kurt smiled happily and puckered his lips, so I leaned down and kissed him slow and soft.
“Open up, baby,” I mumbled before sucking his bottom lip in and swiping my tongue across it. His mouth dropped open automatically and accepted my wandering tongue with a tiny moan. I eased my weight down on his chest while I continued to pillage his slothful mouth, feeling his hot lazy tongue sliding around mine.
“Let’s make your nip feel better, hmm?”
“M’kay.”
I slid down to lay an open mouthed kiss to the bitten flesh. His gasp as I started to suck gently made my balls tighten with need but I resisted the urge to hump the mattress.
“Better?” I asked, pulling away to inspect the rosy nub.
He moaned in reply while I continually rolled it between my thumb and forefinger.
“Make this one feel better too,” he panted as his hand fell on his chest, his open palm flexing over the opposite nipple.
“Huh, let’s make them match then,” I added with a grin before I switched sides. A quick hard pinch to the opposite nipple had Kurt squirming under me.
“Uh,” he grunted as I started to roll and squeeze it simultaneously, making it flush a deep pink. Kurt arched up underneath my touch while I continued to squeeze and pull on the protuberance, stretching the flesh obscenely. “Blay,” he breathed, his eyes unfocussed, as his body writhed below me.
“God, Kurt…you’re so sexy,” I mumbled as I dipped down to suckle on the abused nub, biting to tease gently. “And you taste so good too. Fu-ck,” I groaned and let my mouth trail across his chest, wet bottom lip dragging upwards as I searched for spots along his collarbone and neck to kiss and lick.
“Bl-Blay. Uhhh,” he sighed as I teased a soft spot on his neck, making him buck up against me hard.
“Mmm, yeah,” my lips whispered across his before I bit down into a ravenous kiss, pushing my tongue in deep and wrapping it around his as I rocked on top of Kurt.
My roommate spilled soft whimpers into my mouth as our cocks rubbed against one another. I kept pace with him, mimicking fucking him as I pressed against his covered crotch, while I kissed his mouth and flicked my tongue inside wildly. Kurt’s tongue lolled lazily, barely responding, and I realized I was going to lose his attention shortly as the sandman took him.
“Tomorrow, baby, tomorrow night we’re going to do this naked while you’re awake,” I whispered into his ear as his body shut down, eyes glued shut and mouth slack. I planted a final kiss on his plush lips. “Sweet dreams, beautiful.”
Rolling off the bed, I yanked at his shoes, then socks and belt, determined to get him nude immediately. My hard on tented my pajama pants as it twitched madly. Stopping briefly to give it a quick squeeze through my flannel pants, I shuffled down Kurt’s trousers and briefs to tug them off his legs, dropping them on the ground along with my own pants.
Standing there gripping my cock, I took a moment to admire Kurt’s sleeping form, his body pinked with arousal and dick still hard, extended along his abdomen. Greedy to come, I climbed on the bed and pushed his legs apart so I could settle in my former spot, lying atop him.
Can I get you to come tomorrow while you’re still awake? “I don’t know, but I’m sure as hell gonna try, baby.” I pushed my body against his, our cocks sliding across each other’s stomachs. Rocking constantly, I gripped under Kurt’s shoulders and panted wetly against his skin. No marks. Can’t leave any marks. As my release flooded through me and spilled across Kurt’s erection, I gasped his name over and over as my rolling hips slowed.
***
In the early hours, I jerked awake in Kurt’s arms and eased my way out of bed. Removing the butt plug, I cleaned up and dressed Kurt easily before flopping back in my own bed tiredly, my wilted dick satisfied at having unloaded several times all over Kurt earlier.
***
“Ku-urt, do you remember what we did yesterday?” I whispered playfully.
He blinked heavily as he thought, “Uh, kisses.”
“Kisses where?”
“Um…huh?”
I snorted softly at his adorably confused face. “Were we standing up? Lying down?”
“Oh. Lying, um, lying down. On my bed.”
“Wanna do that again?”
He nodded slowly and started to pull his shirt off so I stepped away to turn off the overhead lights, leaving the bedside lamps to give the room an intimate glow. As I wandered back to his side, his undershirt hit the floor and I made my move on his belt.
“Wha-what are you doin’?”
“Helping you get more comfortable, beautiful. You want to be comfortable, don’t you?” Kurt wrapped his hands around my wrists loosely, making me stop momentarily and look into his eyes. “It’s okay, Kurt. I just want to make you feel good. I made you feel better last time, didn’t I?”
His eyes fluttered closed and I pulled the end of the belt back, freeing the prong and slipping the belt out of the buckle. As I flicked the button on his trousers, Kurt blew out a shaky breath and let his head drop to my shoulder.
“Kurt, you’re gorgeous, you have no reason to be nervous. You know I’ll look after you, beautiful, okay?”
“Mm hmm,” he hummed against my bare collarbone as I slid his zipper down. A gentle shove to the fabric had the pants falling away to pool on the floor. Before he could think about stepping back, I slid my thumbs under the waistband of his gray boxer briefs and ran them around his waist, working them down his hips.
Kurt stepped back and waggled a finger at me in playful disapproval, “Uh uh ah.”
I grinned and stepped forward to follow him and wrapped my arms around him, pulling him in close to cuddle. “You are so cute,” I said with a laugh and a kiss to his temple as his hands snuck around my waist and squeezed. “Get on the bed, you,” I said with a playful slap to his behind.
Kurt giggled, turned and climbed up on his bed, lying back like the night before only with his legs closed while I dropped my pajama pants, letting my stiff cock bob freely, and clambered up to straddle and drape myself over him. His breath hitched as my dick slid up his underwear, navigating the bumpy waistband and slipping across his skin.
“B-Blay,” Kurt breathed out, his glazed blue eyes wide, as he stared down at my naked body.
I eased myself into position and laid my weight down over top of him, starting to kiss a pathway to his mouth, making Kurt whimper as my tongue dipped inside and fluttered against his. I could feel his cock, hard and hot, against my hip and I rocked against him using the smallest of motions, letting my increasingly deep kisses distract him.
“Mm, Kurt. Do you jerk off, baby?” I mumbled against his lips before pulling away to watch him nod bashfully. “What do you think about when you touch yourself?”
A blush painted itself high across his cheeks as he glanced away and whispered, “You.”
Well, fuck me sideways.
“Really? What do you do? Do you finger yourself? Hmm? Pretend that it’s me inside you?” I asked as I nuzzled against the soft skin behind his ear.
“Uh uh. J-just, I just touch my c-cock.”
“And you have such a pretty cock, Kurt.” My eyes snapped open as I said it and wondered if he’d realize my slip up.
“Mmm, feels good.”
“Yeah?” I rocked us together harder. “Does this feel good, beautiful?”
“Uhhh,” he sighed as his eyes drifted shut. “Yeah.”
I kept us moving together for a few moments longer, shifting my weight so I could shuffle back on my knees and drag his boxer briefs down his legs. Kurt’s breath hitched again as his dick flopped out against his stomach. Leaving his underwear around his ankles, I lay back down, aligning our cocks alongside one another and went back to kissing him.
A guttural moan reverberated around my mouth as Kurt started to push up against me harder. I answered in kind, letting my hips roll faster as I sucked on his tongue.
“This weekend, Kurt,” I panted into his ear. “This weekend, you should use your fingers, push them in deep, pretend they’re mine, pretend you’re taking my cock.” A gasp was my reply as his head lolled to one side, hips slowing but still thrusting lazily as I sucked on his earlobe and swirled my tongue in his ear.
As his body stilled with sleep, I whispered into his neck promises of all the things we would do together. Things that were so close I could taste them. Too soon though, need to wait a bit longer. Get him ready. “Gonna fuck you soon, beautiful, and you’ll look so good on my cock.” Fuck, I need him inside of me!
Slithering off the bed, I stumbled to my bedside table to get what I needed. I need him to fill me up.
And he did.
Three times. Before I finally staggered to my own bed on wobbly legs just after midnight.
***
“Ouch.”
“Are you okay, Blaine?”
“Yeah,” I waved off my roommate as we exited our English class. “Just pulled a muscle.”
“Don’t let Wes hear that,” Nick whispered as he slung an arm over my shoulder. “Sectional are next Thursday and he’ll stroke out if his lead can’t perform.”
“I’ll be fine by then,” I protested as Kurt sniggered.
“Sounds like Wes and Rachel are perfectly suited. They both take this stuff way too seriously.”
“When are you heading home?” I asked my roommate as we headed for our room.
“Soon. Just need a shower and a change of clothes before I hit the road. Y’know, one of these days you should come over again for dinner.”
“Kurt, it’s a long way to go just for dinner.”
“Yeah but Dad had no problem with you spending the night last time, right?”
“Mm, true. Maybe after Sectionals.”
“Yes! We can either commiserate or celebrate. Either way, there’ll be cheesecake!”
“I like your thinking, Mr Hummel.” I like it a lot.
***
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