Manipulate Me 3
Title: Manipulate Me
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Kurt/Blaine, Blaine/OC
Spoilers: None
Warnings: first time, age gap, dub-con
Word Count: 5401 and counting
Summary: This is for a prompt on the Glee Kink Meme HERE. A massage is supposed to make you feel really good and leave you completely relaxed, if a bit sore, right? Sixteen year old Blaine gets his first full body massage and then some.
Soft footsteps padded over to the bath. Blaine’s head lolled to the side as he opened his heavy eyelids to see who had entered his sanctuary. All he saw was legs, miles of legs and supple thighs. He wondered what they would feel like if he ran his hands up them. He heard a chuckle, and then as the visitor crouched down beside the bath Blaine came face to face with the most gorgeous man he’d ever seen.
His visitor watched Blaine’s face, taking in his hooded eyes, sleepy from soaking in a warm bath, and pouty lips. Blaine smiled softly. “Hi, I’m Blaine” he said in a scratchy voice. His visitor grinned back him and held out his hand, “Hi, I’m Kurt and it looks like my job is almost done if you’re as relaxed as you look”. Blaine blinked slowly, looking at Kurt’s hand before drifting back up to Kurt’s sparkling blue-gray eyes that had never left his, he grinned back and pulled his hand from the warm water to shake Kurt’s. Blaine’s brain finally kicked into gear. “I’m sure there’s room for improvement. My aunt did say that this spa was heaven but I don’t think I’ve hit nirvana just yet.”
Kurt let go of Blaine’s wet hand and stood up then. “Ah yes, the rambunctious Rosy. She’s lovely and she just loves to gush about her favourite nephew” Kurt’s still smiling at Blaine as his eyes flick over the body submerged in water. “Will this be your first massage?” he asks. As Blaine nods, he realises that he’s naked in a bath, where the bubbles have started to disappear, and Kurt’s standing there watching him. His long eyelashes flutter as he quietly starts to freak out. Kurt notices the look of uncertainty flicker over Blaine’s face and moves behind him before kneeling down. He puts his hands onto Blaine’s shoulders and starts to knead the muscles at the base of Blaine’s neck to help put him at ease with the situation. Blaine sighs as strong hands start a rhythm around his neck. “Are there any special areas you would like me to work on or stay away from, a pulled muscle or a tender spot?” Kurt asks. “Hmm no, not really. I haven’t spent much time at the gym this week with all the party planning.”
Kurt licks his lips as his hands start to move across Blaine’s shoulders. This boy’s skin has the most lovely olive tone and Kurt can’t wait to taste him later. He doubts that Blaine fully understands just what this massage will entail and Kurt is sure he can push the envelope further than he ever would normally. “Oh, a party?” Kurt asks. “Um, yeah it was my birthday this week. We had a big party last night.” Blaine’s hesitant to bring up the fact that he’s just sixteen. Kurt’s clearly in his 20s, gorgeous and WAY out of Blaine’s league. Blaine doesn’t even know what league he’s in but it seems obvious to him that Kurt would have a boyfriend or a husband or like a cult that was set up to worship his...eyes?, no thighs! Yes, his very supple thighs.
“Hgnh” Blaine starts as Kurt’s thumbs press in hard into his hairline behind his ears. Kurt chuckles and he skates his hands across Blaine’s shoulders and then over to his chest. “That’s it” he says, “It supposed to feel good to get all the stress out.” Blaine takes a deep breath as the masseuse’s hands skirt around his nipples, not quite touching them, drawing warm water up and smoothing it over his chest. As the hands swirl over his tingly pec’s, Blaine finds himself wishing that they would just slip over or nudge the erect peaks. It’s then that Kurt starts talking again, his head bowed over Blaine’s shoulder, hot puffs of air over Blaine’s ear. “Massage is so good for your mind and your body. It alleviates tension, improves blood flow, helps muscles heal faster and helps you feel calm. Massage is about trust. You trust me to take care of you, don’t you?”
Blaine’s head drop back to rest on Kurt’s shoulder, eyes closed, turning his face slightly into Kurt’s neck. Kurt watches his throat as Blaine swallows. He leans forward further, sliding his hands lower down Blaine’s ribs and scoops up more water from around his navel, bringing it back up to his chest. Blaine’s holding his breath as he feels Kurt’s fingers start to knead his chest, manipulating the pectoral muscles and pulling at his nipples. He lets out a large gust of breath that turns into a “Yeeees” to Kurt’s question. Kurt smiles to himself then and backs away from Blaine, standing up.
Kurt walks over to pick up a towel to dry off his hands, he tutts to himself as he realises that his tank top is damp. Blaine opened his eyes and looks over towards his masseuse just as Kurt peels off his shirt. He gulps. Holy shit, he's beautiful. All long lines looking like he was cut from marble. With wide eyes, Blaine squirmed in the bath and whips his head back around to look at his own shaking hands.
Kurt hears the movement in the water and realises he may have just had an unexpected, arousing effect on his charge. He couldn’t help but be pleased at that. Blaine is stunning. His molten eyes and full lips makes Kurt want to kiss the breath out of the boy. And yes, he knew he was a boy and not a man yet but oh Gaga, what a boy! Rosy had already told him about the gift card being a sixteenth birthday present, so he knew Blaine's age was the least of his problems today. His biggest problem right now was the tight yoga pants that he had decided to wear today that would show his excitement at what was to come once he turned around. Kurt took a couple of deep breaths to dampen down his arousal and put his professional voice back on, before turning back to Blaine. “Sorry, the shirt’s a bit wet. I’ll get the oil ready if you’d like to hop out of the bath, pop your robe on and come into the next room.”
Part Four