The Sandman Cometh 26/40
Rating: NC-17
Pairings: Blaine/OMCs, Blaine/Kurt
Spoilers: Set from 2x06, canon by day, AU by night
Warnings: Non-con, Somnophilia, Drugs/Alcohol, Manipulation, Oral, Frottage, Toys.
Summary: Blaine is impatient. He doesn’t want to wait for true love to strike before he can touch another boy or have someone touch him, so he finds a way to make it happen. Although there are others, he finds himself lured in by his new roommate at Dalton, Kurt.
A/N - Happy holidays to all! :)
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“Hey Blaine,” Kurt chirped through the phone line. “What time are you heading back to school today?”
I nodded my thanks to Carlos for the half of a roast beef sandwich he’d pushed into my hand and turned my attention back to my best friend. “Huh? Uh, usually around four but I’ve got dinner plans tonight so probably around eight? Why?”
Kurt hummed thoughtfully. “Oh, Carole’s taken Finn and dad to her sister’s place in Chicago for a few days seeing as they’re going away for the Christmas break. So…I’m coming back to Dalton tonight but I didn’t want to um…hang out all by myself. So I’ll see you at eight?”
“Yeah, sure. You’re not going with them?” I asked in concern just as a glass of soda was pushed over the counter towards me.
“Not this time. I can’t really afford to take the time away from Dalton. I still feel like I’m catching up. I don’t want to fall behind,” he said grimly.
“Oh. Kurt, you’re doing fine,” I reassured him honestly. “More than fine from what I hear but yeah, okay, I’ll see you later.”
“’Bye Blaine.”
I slipped my phone back into pocket and took a bite from my sandwich.
“Dinner plans? You make it sound like we’re doing something special, hijo,” Carlos said with a smile.
I winked at him with a grin then sipped my drink. “We are. We’re celebrating! Y’know, because my dad groveled, gave you a pay rise and an extra week off every year just to make sure you’d come back.”
Carlos laughed, the crow’s feet around his dark brown eyes crinkled, as he threw his arm over my shoulder to lead me to the kitchen table. “And all because you want to make pizza at home and have a partner in chess, sí? What Mr Anderson wants, Mr Anderson gets.”
“Are you talking about me or my father?” I squinted at him accusingly.
“It’s true either way.” Carlos sat across from me and pulled the chess board over. He pointed to the pieces, wordlessly asking if I wanted to be white this time. Displeased with his remark, I shook my head because, where it counted, I certainly didn’t have what, no, who I wanted.
“I’ll be black but only if you forgo the joke about being a dark horse.”
Carlos set up the board with a chuckle. “If I must. Finish your lunch. I don’t want you complaining about being light headed when I kick your culo.”
I snorted, banging my glass back on the table, and wiped my mouth with a napkin. “We’ll see about that!”
“It’s nice to see you smiling again, hijo.” Carlos smiled broadly. “Maybe I’ll go easy on you, after all. I don’t want to send you back to school as sad as when you arrived.” He moved one of his pawns and watched me as I considered my first move in return. “So, what did I miss while Mrs Anderson made a mess of my pantry?”
I sighed and let go of my pawn. “There’s a boy.”
“Ah,” Carlos said with a nod. “And you like him, sí?”
“Sí.” I moved my pawn and picked up the rest of the sandwich. “But he’s started seeing someone else.”
Carlos dragged in a breath between his teeth and winced. “¡Ay! So what are you going to do about it then? Just sit around and be miserable?”
“It’s not that I want to be miserable,” I complained. I just can’t seem to help it where Kurt is concerned.
He hummed and made his next on the board. “Either do something about it, hijo, or let him go so you can move on. If you do nothing, nothing will change and you’ll be stuck being miserable.”
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“How was dinner?” Kurt asked as he cued up the movie and then flopped back on his bed.
“Fun. I helped make pizza and cookies. See?” I held up a container of Snickerdoodles and handed them over to him.
“I didn’t know you baked!”
“Ah yes, I’m a man of mystery.” I chuckled, rolled my eyes and hung up the dry cleaning bag in my wardrobe. “Should I make us some hot chocolate? Or would you prefer something else to go with the cookies?” He can make the choice tonight.
“Ooh, hot chocolate please. Yours is the best - it always helps me get the best night’s sleep.”
“Yeah?” I glanced up in surprise. It was the first time Kurt had put the two things together, to me at least.
“Mm, I always sleep like a rock.”
***
Kurt and I sat close together against his headboard watching his Twilight DVD of all things.
“Uh, how was your date?” I asked as nonchalantly as possible with my stomach all twisted up.
“Oh. I-I wasn’t sure if-” Kurt took a deep breath and set his empty mug on the bedside table. “I-it was good. We went to another movie. The Tourist?”
“Johnny Depp, right?”
Kurt flushed and glanced at me shyly. “Right.”
“Are you gonna tell me anything about this guy? Or do I need to break out my psychic abilities?”
“…I-I don’t want to…jinx it? Anyway, I don’t know if it’s anything serious.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t know,” Kurt sighed, his head dropped back with a dull thud. “He’s really nice.”
“But?”
“But it doesn’t feel- It was awkward.” Kurt shifted to look at me. “It was like he wanted to ask me something all night but didn’t.” He sighed heavily again and stared off into space. “He didn’t even try-” He groaned. “Maybe it’s me,” Kurt declared unhappily as his fingers twisted in the corner of the pillow case. “Maybe I’m doing something wrong.”
My mind raced. Did he hurt him? What did he not do? What exactly did Kurt want? Your friend needs you. Help him. I took a fortifying breath and twisted to face him.
“What didn’t he try, Kurt?”
“T-to kiss me. I wanted-” Kurt stopped, dipped his head and then looked up at me as his cheeks burned red. “I just wanted a normal date. You know, hand holding and sharing popcorn, laughing at each other’s dumb jokes during the movie and maybe, just maybe, a proper…goodnight kiss.”
“He hasn’t kissed you?” I blurted out in surprise. And here I’ve imagined them practically fucking every minute Kurt’s out with this guy.
“On the cheek,” Kurt said slightly defensively. “And on the hand once. But no - not properly at least. Not in way that counts.”
“Kurt-” Is this is my chance? He’s not out of it yet.
“Is it me, B-Blaine?” Kurt whined.
“What? No! No. Kurt, You’re-” He cut me off with an enormous yawn that ended with him smacking his lips as he dropped his head to my shoulder. Amazing. You’re amazing! God, how hard is it to say out loud? Just do it.
“’M tired,” Kurt mumbled.
“Kurt, look at me.” I can still do this.
He lifted his head and gazed at me with hooded eyelids.
“You’re amazing and he-he’s crazy if he doesn’t want to kiss you.”
“No one wants to kiss me,” Kurt muttered. “No one I want anyway.”
“I want to kiss you.” Let me?
“You do?” Kurt looked up at me, his head wobbling unsteadily as he sat upright again. My eyes were glued on his lips as they parted, his tongue pulling in his bottom lip to chew on.
“Always,” I whispered and glanced up to his eyes only to find they were already shut.
“Do it,” Kurt breathed out quietly.
I leaned in, cupped his jaw and pressed my lips to his softly. His hand moved from the pillow and fisted in my pajama top as he surged forward to kiss me back chastely. Barely pulling away, I moved back in with lips parted and kissed him again, opening his mouth to me as I dipped in to brush across the tip of his tongue.
Kurt hummed as he broke away; his head drifted back to lean against the headboard. He touched his lips tentative fingers as he breathed out, “Blay”.
He’s already gone. Damn.
***
Maybe it’s better this way.
I sucked on Kurt’s cock harder as he moaned around mine. I pressed my dick further down his relaxing throat as I twisted the black plug inside him. Gonna lose him soon. My hips jerked back to let Kurt suck sloppily at my tip. Heat washed over me as the tension in my gut snapped, spilling my come into my roommate’s mouth. As he swallowed my semen, I pushed in deeper and let out a pleased groan.
Pulling on the plug, I eased it back and started to fuck him with it as I took his shaft in whole. Kurt bucked up helplessly, trying to his cock deeper in my throat. Newly manicured nails scratched across the backs of my legs as he pulled off and grunted against my inner thigh. I relaxed my jaw and took his dick while he fucked my mouth. Dragging a final breath through my nose, Kurt drove his cock back inside and sent pulses of come sliding down my throat. I continued to swallow around him and lick him clean even though he’d fallen silent and still.
I pushed the plug all the way back into him and climbed off his body to find the blankets to pull over us. Winding my arm around his waist, I kissed the remnants of cooling come from Kurt’s lips and slipped into a heavy sleep.
***
“So he’s still hung up on the other guy?” Thad asked as he sat down with his lunch tray in hand.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Blaine,” he sighed heavily, “I think it’s time you faced facts.”
“Don’t,” I warned as I dropped my fork.
“You should be with someone who wants you. You deserve to be happy too, right?”
“Thad-” My lecture was cut short by my phone vibrating on the table with a new text.
To Blaine
‘I’m going out to see the Christmas lights tonight but I’ll be back in time for hot chocolate. Wish me luck!’
I sighed and sent him back an insipid kissy face emoticon, then pocketed my phone.
“He’s skipping out on you again, isn’t he?” Thad asked as he dipped his spoon into his steaming bowl of soup.
“What? No, no. It’s not like that,” I tried to bluff.
“Bullshit. Look, I’m not letting you spend the last few days of school moping around. Some of us are getting together in Nick’s room later. Come and have dinner with us.”
“I don’t know,” I said hesitantly.
“We’re ordering in and watching The A Team. C’mon, Blaine. It’ll be harmless. Just come and blow off some steam with us.”
Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket again, I blew a long breath and agreed.
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“Shh, baby. I’m gonna lick you open.”
“Wha?” Kurt whined as I pushed the back of his thighs up to spread him wide. “Ohmygod!” he rushed out when my tongue rubbed over his rim. He mumbled madly while I licked over his puckered entrance then writhed when I pushed inside. Kurt clenched around my tongue as it dipped and fluttered. His balls drew up tight and he cried out, “Uh, Blay!”
I dipped my finger into my mouth and pressed into him alongside my tongue to make him gasp again. A quick suck over a second finger and I moved my mouth to suck the sensitive skin under his balls as the other finger slid in easily. With firm pressure, I pushed my tongue along his perineum and fingered him until, with a final moan, Kurt came over his stomach.
As his eyes closed with sleep, I quickly lubed up a slightly larger plug and slid it inside his unresisting asshole. Clambering up until I was straddling Kurt, I rocked against his stomach, dragging my cock through his release until I shuddered with pleasure and shot across his hairless chest.
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My eyes fluttered open to a weakly lit room. I scrunched my nose and rolled over to hide from the muted light. I buried my face into the warm neck beside me and groaned quietly as my bladder woke up. I rolled out of bed still squinting and stumbled to the toilet. Feeling slightly more human, I shuffled out of the bathroom and checked the clock.
Fuck! I quickly moved to the lock box to grab the desensitizing gel and wipes. Forty-five minutes until the alarm goes off.
Pulling the blanket off, I eased onto the bed behind Kurt, who’d rolled onto his side since my earlier exit, and twisted the plug still inside him slowly. Gentle tugs and turns soon had the plug out and I had to marvel at the gape of his pink hole. He looked ready to take me. So ready. My dick twitched as it hardened, filling quickly, while I rubbed a fingertip around his flared rim.
Better get him dressed before I do anything else.
I wrapped the plug in one of the wipes, set it aside and hopped off the bed to fetch his pajamas. Deciding to forgo his undershirt, I undid all the buttons and threaded on arm through the top, letting it hang loose over his back. He might miss his shirt but it’s not worth the risk of him waking up. I moved on to his briefs, getting each foot through and sliding them up as far as I could without shifting his hips. His pajama pants followed suit and I went back to the other side of the bed to finish what I’d started minutes before.
Kurt sighed in his sleep as the wet wipe smoothed over his stretched entrance. I squirted cool gel over a pair of my fingers and swirled them into my best friend’s asshole, coating his walls and rim. Helpless to resist, I fucked my fingers into him slowly, loving the feeling of Kurt pushing back against me.
Pulling them out, I wiped my fingers off and slicked the plug back up with gel. The soft moan of my roommate startled me as I twisted the thick black plug into him. Kurt shifted his hips back and forth unconsciously, wanting to feel more. Wanting to feel me. Wanting to feel me fuck him. I pushed the plug all the way back in and pulled it back, letting him miss it, then corkscrewed it back in, satisfied when Kurt moaned again. I nearly yelped in shock as he rolled over towards me, forcing me to pull my hand away and shove off the bed altogether.
Kurt’s head tossed on his pillow as he ground down against the plug buried inside him. My attention was on his cock, flushed pink, hard and heavy against his belly. Although I wanted nothing more than to taste him, I knew I had to get his pajama top on first. A bit of wriggling and gentle bending of his arm and I finally managed to get Kurt’s arm through the sleeve and buttoned him up quickly.
I pulled his blankets up to cover his knees, and then bent down to take his cock between my lips and lap at his slit. My roommate hummed and shifted his legs restlessly as I continue to lick up the dribbles of his pre-come. Digging my hand between his legs, underneath his bunched up pants, I found the plug and pulled it away cautiously until it was free. Leaving one last wet kiss to his dick, I pulled up his briefs and pajama pants, leaving him hard, wanting and completely covered by his blankets.
Quickly, I grabbed the supplies and shoved everything in the lock box to deal with later. Locking the cupboard, I re-hid the key in my closet. I sat back on my bed and breathed a sigh of relief, happy to have gotten everything squared away before he’d woken and discovered what had been happening. The ache of my cock, hard and taut, distracted me and made me look down as I stroked it. Oh. I’m naked. I giggled quietly. Kurt would definitely notice that.
I tugged on a pair of loose pajama pants, my cock tenting the fabric, as my best friend groaned across the room. Kurt’s hips shifted back and forth weakly, rubbing his dick against the covers. There was still a little time before the alarm so I figured I should lend a helping hand. That’s what friends do for each other, right?
My fingers worked their way under the covers and cupped around the shape of Kurt’s cock as he humped my hand with a broken moan. I gripped him through his pants and fondled his length. Kurt’s breathy sighs changed when he twisted up into my grip. He grunted as I tightened my hold and stroked him faster. Reflexively, Kurt thrust upwards and with a throaty groan, he came, flooding his briefs with come. I pulled away and strode straight for the bathroom to jerk off in private, hearing Kurt cough and groan as he started to wake to the sticky mess in his pants.
I twisted the tap on to cover the noise of my grunting, my hand already inside my pajamas and tugging at my dick. The sound of Kurt groaning as he came reverberated in my mind and I quickly fell over the edge with the thought of being buried inside him later tonight as he came on my cock.
Fuck, yeah. Tonight. I just have to make it through today.
***
This has to be the longest Tuesday in the existence of man.
I tapped my pen against my folder as snow fell outside. The teacher droned on in the background but I couldn’t concentrate, not when I knew that tonight Kurt would be mine. No matter what he did with whomever after this, he would be mine and I would be his, even if he only remembered me in his dreams. If that was all I could have, I would be content. Honestly, I did want him to be happy. Sure, I’d prefer he’d want to be with me and that somehow I wouldn’t manage to fuck it up. But if that never happened then, as his best friend, I wanted him to be happy and if the mystery man was the answer, well, so be it.
Four more hours until I’d be with Kurt.
***
“Blaaaaine,” Kurt moaned while my fingers corkscrewed in his ass. He stuttered out my name again while his grip on my cock slackened. “Ohmygod,” he exhaled as I added a third and pumped them in and out.
“Gonna fuck you tonight, beautiful,” I panted out and laid wet kisses over the inside of his thighs. The feeling of his tongue on my dick again stole my breath. Holy crap. Sixty nine is my new favorite number.
“Oh, Blay!” He groaned at the idea of taking me.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?”
“Mmmm, feels good, so good. Don’t stop, Blay.” Kurt slumped back against my bed in ecstasy. I removed my fingers, climbed off the bed to wipe my hand and to get the condom on. “Don’t go. Don’t stop. Blay? Ohhh.”
I tore open the packet and rolled the rubber on. A quick look at Kurt while he moaned made me hurry with the lube. He stroked his long hard dick quickly as his groans intensified. Don’t finish without me! I pounced onto my bed and batted his hand away then found my way between his legs. Kurt grumbled as every attempt to get his hand back on his cock was blocked.
“Hey, hey, Kurt? Baby? I’m gonna make you feel really good, okay beautiful?” My slick cock nudged against his perineum and Kurt shifted restlessly against me. “I want you so much, Kurt. Oh god, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you. How long I’ve looked forward to this,” I mumbled as I took hold of my length and shifted to find his entrance.
At the first slide in, I leaned forward to lie over Kurt. We kissed while the head of my cock worked through the first ring of his muscle. He groaned into my mouth as his hands gripped my biceps tightly. “Does it hurt?” I asked anxiously. Kurt shook his head and he bit down in the crook of my neck. Fuck. Fuck.
The slide to fully seat inside him was torturously slow. I didn’t want to hurt Kurt at all so I was more than willing to take my time. “God, you’re so tight!” I whispered as I kissed along his shoulder. He made a soft noise when I shifted my hips back to push back in a little. “Yeah? Like that?”
“OH. Mmmm,” Kurt moaned.
“Good?”
“Yeah. Want…want you. Want you.”
“Knew you were ready for me. Knew you wanted me,” I muttered. My hips started to snap faster, still keeping my strokes short. “Knew you’d feel good. So good. Fuck.”
“Blay, so big. Oh! M-more,” he whined.
I buried my face in his neck and started to fuck him in earnest. Kurt arched up beneath me and gasped with every thrust as I mumbled his name and kissed every inch of skin I could reach. His fingers dug into my sides when started to I slammed into him.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me,” he panted. His head dropped back against the pillow, eyes screwed shut while I shifted a hand to cradle under his neck.
“Kurt,” I moaned and then kissed him passionately. As I worked our bodies together, his tongue barely moved against mine and I knew I was losing him for the night. My grunting became more insistent while I sucked on his bottom lip and tongue as Kurt slipped into sleep completely. Eventually I gave up on his mouth and focused on fucking him with long deep strokes with him in my arms.
I lost track of time, unsure of how long he’d been out but it didn’t matter anyway. He was mine for the night, just as I was his. I concentrated on how he felt around my shaft as I fucked in slow, then fast, then stopped just rest fully encased deep inside him. “You feel so good, beautiful. I’ve waited so long for you. You’re so good, god. You’re gonna make me come.” My strokes picked back up in speed. “Gonna come inside you, Kurt. Oh, yeah,” I whispered. “Yeah. Oh my go- Oh!” I shuddered and jerked against Kurt’s lax warm body as I filled the condom. “Fu-ck,” I groaned. “So good. So good,” I breathed out quietly as I rested over him while my cock slid back in him lazily.
***
It was my dick that woke me up while the room was still dark. I was curled behind Kurt and lay there for a moment with my dick stiff and nestled between his cheeks. As happy and physically satisfied as I was, something was missing. It was like there was an itch I couldn’t reach to scratch. I kissed the back of his neck as my fingers curled to cup his pec and wished for a moment that he would stir, roll over and kiss me back. Oh. That’s what I wanted, to have him wholly. To be with him.
Either do something about it or let him go.
I hated it when Carlos was right.
What could I do though? He already had someone and in a few hours we would get up like nothing had happened, go to class, swap gifts later and head home for the holidays. Well, he’d head home and I’d be on a plane to Aspen with my father and step-mother for the next few days.
Maybe I should just accept the fact that he’s happy. Why is he different to my other roommates? Why do I care so much?
I sighed and let myself go, willing to simply settle for the sensation of his skin against mine. I could fuck him again. No. Too risky. He may think something’s odd when he wakes up but I don’t want it to be obvious or to hurt. This will do.
My cock slipped along the cleft of his cheeks in long strokes until I’d pushed against him hard enough to make him roll onto his stomach. I tugged the sheet off us and leaned over to snag the lube then straddled the backs of his thighs. A quick squirt over Kurt’s hole and I was ready to go. I leaned over him and guided the head of my cock along his slippery channel hard and fast until I was ready to blow. Sitting back, I wanked my cock with a sticky hand until hot spurts of come sprayed over Kurt’s flushed cheeks. My head fell forward as I caught my breath, knowing I’d need to start clean up in a moment.
***
If Tuesday had dragged then Wednesday rushed past me like it was late for something. The only thing the racing clock had been good for was easing my churning stomach as I watched how Kurt moved, reacted and what he said during the day. Even though I had been in this exact situation many times, the wait the morning after was always nerve wracking. Thankfully though, the day was fairly uneventful - at least from a Kurt-watch standpoint.
We had both breakfast and lunch without incident. Thad remarked only once or twice about my being stuck like a staticky sock to Kurt’s pants, which earned him a scathing snort of derision from Kurt. After a quick meeting with the Warblers, Kurt and I shot off to our room to pack and give each other our Christmas presents.
As I packed up my laptop and a few other things, I tucked the small gift wrapped present for Kurt under my pillow.
“Is that what I think it is, Blaine Warbler?” Kurt asked with a smirk while he zipped up his toiletry bag.
“Well, I wasn’t planning on holding it hostage,” I relented and pulled the present out from its hiding place. “Unless you were going to do the same.” He rolled his eyes at me.
“As if I could because…presents, Blaine. Presents!” Kurt skipped on the spot and clapped his hands together gleefully.
I clicked my tongue in disapproval. “I never knew you were so shallow as to only like Christmas for getting gifts, Warbler Kurt.”
“Not getting. Giving!” Suddenly he was bouncing directly in front of me and had a red papered box in his hand which he presented with a flourish. “For you, my friend. Go on…open it!” He was practically giddy with excitement as I tugged at the seam of the paper.
Nestled in white tissue paper were two bow ties. One a beautiful jacquard tie in rich red and the other a whimsical two tone green and red argyle tie. I gasped at the beauty of the ruby red silk bow tie.
“Kurt. They’re gorgeous! Thank you, so much. Oh my gosh!”
“I really wanted to get you something that would fit with the season but could be worn outside it as well. I made the red one myself.”
“Wow. Just when I think you couldn’t get more amazing, you go and prove me wrong.” I shook my head in amazement as I lifted the bow tie from the box. “I love them. Thank you.” Kurt looked at me quizzically but then smiled broadly and ducked his head.
“You’re welcome,” he mumbled.
“And now for you, kind sir.” I did a weird half bow thing and held the small wrapped box out like I was making an offering to the gods. He took the package from me gently and enthusiastically ripped through the gold paper decorated with tiny embossed candy canes.
“Oh! Blaine! Oh my stars!” Kurt slapped a hand over his open mouth as he spotted the two brooches set in a dark green velvet lined box. One a small gold skull decorated with diamantes and the other a shadow of a mounted stag’s head. Kurt ran his thumb over the tiny skull. “Where did you get this?” he asked, still stunned.
“I pitched a bloody battle on E-bay for it.” He laughed and patted my shoulder.
“I’m so proud of you!”
“Just following your lead, Obi-Wan.”
“I’m impressed you didn’t go straight to C-3PO then but I like to think of myself as Qui-Gon Jinn, only with Queen Amidala’s wardrobe.”
“Of course, Master. Or is that Your Majesty?” I said with a wink that made him chuckle. “On second thought, I’ll stick with Kurt, thank you.”
“No, thank you. I love these. They’ll fit right in to my collection.”
Exactly what I was going for. I nodded and tipped forward on my toes as my chest swelled proudly.
“Good.” We stared at each other in an awkward silence for a moment until I coughed and added, “Well, I guess this is it. Merry Christmas, Kurt.” I opened my arms for a hug and caught him as he launched himself into my hold.
“Happy Christmas, Blaine. Call me for New Year’s?” Kurt murmured.
“Yeah. Of course.” I agreed breathlessly. I would call him whenever he wanted.
***
A/N - That's it until next time where we find Blaine meeting an old friend in Aspen and Kurt looking forward to his first real kiss.
Pairings: Blaine/OMCs, Blaine/Kurt
Spoilers: Set from 2x06, canon by day, AU by night
Warnings: Non-con, Somnophilia, Drugs/Alcohol, Manipulation, Oral, Frottage, Toys.
Summary: Blaine is impatient. He doesn’t want to wait for true love to strike before he can touch another boy or have someone touch him, so he finds a way to make it happen. Although there are others, he finds himself lured in by his new roommate at Dalton, Kurt.
A/N - Happy holidays to all! :)
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“Hey Blaine,” Kurt chirped through the phone line. “What time are you heading back to school today?”
I nodded my thanks to Carlos for the half of a roast beef sandwich he’d pushed into my hand and turned my attention back to my best friend. “Huh? Uh, usually around four but I’ve got dinner plans tonight so probably around eight? Why?”
Kurt hummed thoughtfully. “Oh, Carole’s taken Finn and dad to her sister’s place in Chicago for a few days seeing as they’re going away for the Christmas break. So…I’m coming back to Dalton tonight but I didn’t want to um…hang out all by myself. So I’ll see you at eight?”
“Yeah, sure. You’re not going with them?” I asked in concern just as a glass of soda was pushed over the counter towards me.
“Not this time. I can’t really afford to take the time away from Dalton. I still feel like I’m catching up. I don’t want to fall behind,” he said grimly.
“Oh. Kurt, you’re doing fine,” I reassured him honestly. “More than fine from what I hear but yeah, okay, I’ll see you later.”
“’Bye Blaine.”
I slipped my phone back into pocket and took a bite from my sandwich.
“Dinner plans? You make it sound like we’re doing something special, hijo,” Carlos said with a smile.
I winked at him with a grin then sipped my drink. “We are. We’re celebrating! Y’know, because my dad groveled, gave you a pay rise and an extra week off every year just to make sure you’d come back.”
Carlos laughed, the crow’s feet around his dark brown eyes crinkled, as he threw his arm over my shoulder to lead me to the kitchen table. “And all because you want to make pizza at home and have a partner in chess, sí? What Mr Anderson wants, Mr Anderson gets.”
“Are you talking about me or my father?” I squinted at him accusingly.
“It’s true either way.” Carlos sat across from me and pulled the chess board over. He pointed to the pieces, wordlessly asking if I wanted to be white this time. Displeased with his remark, I shook my head because, where it counted, I certainly didn’t have what, no, who I wanted.
“I’ll be black but only if you forgo the joke about being a dark horse.”
Carlos set up the board with a chuckle. “If I must. Finish your lunch. I don’t want you complaining about being light headed when I kick your culo.”
I snorted, banging my glass back on the table, and wiped my mouth with a napkin. “We’ll see about that!”
“It’s nice to see you smiling again, hijo.” Carlos smiled broadly. “Maybe I’ll go easy on you, after all. I don’t want to send you back to school as sad as when you arrived.” He moved one of his pawns and watched me as I considered my first move in return. “So, what did I miss while Mrs Anderson made a mess of my pantry?”
I sighed and let go of my pawn. “There’s a boy.”
“Ah,” Carlos said with a nod. “And you like him, sí?”
“Sí.” I moved my pawn and picked up the rest of the sandwich. “But he’s started seeing someone else.”
Carlos dragged in a breath between his teeth and winced. “¡Ay! So what are you going to do about it then? Just sit around and be miserable?”
“It’s not that I want to be miserable,” I complained. I just can’t seem to help it where Kurt is concerned.
He hummed and made his next on the board. “Either do something about it, hijo, or let him go so you can move on. If you do nothing, nothing will change and you’ll be stuck being miserable.”
***
“How was dinner?” Kurt asked as he cued up the movie and then flopped back on his bed.
“Fun. I helped make pizza and cookies. See?” I held up a container of Snickerdoodles and handed them over to him.
“I didn’t know you baked!”
“Ah yes, I’m a man of mystery.” I chuckled, rolled my eyes and hung up the dry cleaning bag in my wardrobe. “Should I make us some hot chocolate? Or would you prefer something else to go with the cookies?” He can make the choice tonight.
“Ooh, hot chocolate please. Yours is the best - it always helps me get the best night’s sleep.”
“Yeah?” I glanced up in surprise. It was the first time Kurt had put the two things together, to me at least.
“Mm, I always sleep like a rock.”
***
Kurt and I sat close together against his headboard watching his Twilight DVD of all things.
“Uh, how was your date?” I asked as nonchalantly as possible with my stomach all twisted up.
“Oh. I-I wasn’t sure if-” Kurt took a deep breath and set his empty mug on the bedside table. “I-it was good. We went to another movie. The Tourist?”
“Johnny Depp, right?”
Kurt flushed and glanced at me shyly. “Right.”
“Are you gonna tell me anything about this guy? Or do I need to break out my psychic abilities?”
“…I-I don’t want to…jinx it? Anyway, I don’t know if it’s anything serious.”
“Oh?”
“I don’t know,” Kurt sighed, his head dropped back with a dull thud. “He’s really nice.”
“But?”
“But it doesn’t feel- It was awkward.” Kurt shifted to look at me. “It was like he wanted to ask me something all night but didn’t.” He sighed heavily again and stared off into space. “He didn’t even try-” He groaned. “Maybe it’s me,” Kurt declared unhappily as his fingers twisted in the corner of the pillow case. “Maybe I’m doing something wrong.”
My mind raced. Did he hurt him? What did he not do? What exactly did Kurt want? Your friend needs you. Help him. I took a fortifying breath and twisted to face him.
“What didn’t he try, Kurt?”
“T-to kiss me. I wanted-” Kurt stopped, dipped his head and then looked up at me as his cheeks burned red. “I just wanted a normal date. You know, hand holding and sharing popcorn, laughing at each other’s dumb jokes during the movie and maybe, just maybe, a proper…goodnight kiss.”
“He hasn’t kissed you?” I blurted out in surprise. And here I’ve imagined them practically fucking every minute Kurt’s out with this guy.
“On the cheek,” Kurt said slightly defensively. “And on the hand once. But no - not properly at least. Not in way that counts.”
“Kurt-” Is this is my chance? He’s not out of it yet.
“Is it me, B-Blaine?” Kurt whined.
“What? No! No. Kurt, You’re-” He cut me off with an enormous yawn that ended with him smacking his lips as he dropped his head to my shoulder. Amazing. You’re amazing! God, how hard is it to say out loud? Just do it.
“’M tired,” Kurt mumbled.
“Kurt, look at me.” I can still do this.
He lifted his head and gazed at me with hooded eyelids.
“You’re amazing and he-he’s crazy if he doesn’t want to kiss you.”
“No one wants to kiss me,” Kurt muttered. “No one I want anyway.”
“I want to kiss you.” Let me?
“You do?” Kurt looked up at me, his head wobbling unsteadily as he sat upright again. My eyes were glued on his lips as they parted, his tongue pulling in his bottom lip to chew on.
“Always,” I whispered and glanced up to his eyes only to find they were already shut.
“Do it,” Kurt breathed out quietly.
I leaned in, cupped his jaw and pressed my lips to his softly. His hand moved from the pillow and fisted in my pajama top as he surged forward to kiss me back chastely. Barely pulling away, I moved back in with lips parted and kissed him again, opening his mouth to me as I dipped in to brush across the tip of his tongue.
Kurt hummed as he broke away; his head drifted back to lean against the headboard. He touched his lips tentative fingers as he breathed out, “Blay”.
He’s already gone. Damn.
***
Maybe it’s better this way.
I sucked on Kurt’s cock harder as he moaned around mine. I pressed my dick further down his relaxing throat as I twisted the black plug inside him. Gonna lose him soon. My hips jerked back to let Kurt suck sloppily at my tip. Heat washed over me as the tension in my gut snapped, spilling my come into my roommate’s mouth. As he swallowed my semen, I pushed in deeper and let out a pleased groan.
Pulling on the plug, I eased it back and started to fuck him with it as I took his shaft in whole. Kurt bucked up helplessly, trying to his cock deeper in my throat. Newly manicured nails scratched across the backs of my legs as he pulled off and grunted against my inner thigh. I relaxed my jaw and took his dick while he fucked my mouth. Dragging a final breath through my nose, Kurt drove his cock back inside and sent pulses of come sliding down my throat. I continued to swallow around him and lick him clean even though he’d fallen silent and still.
I pushed the plug all the way back into him and climbed off his body to find the blankets to pull over us. Winding my arm around his waist, I kissed the remnants of cooling come from Kurt’s lips and slipped into a heavy sleep.
***
“So he’s still hung up on the other guy?” Thad asked as he sat down with his lunch tray in hand.
“I don’t wanna talk about it.”
“Blaine,” he sighed heavily, “I think it’s time you faced facts.”
“Don’t,” I warned as I dropped my fork.
“You should be with someone who wants you. You deserve to be happy too, right?”
“Thad-” My lecture was cut short by my phone vibrating on the table with a new text.
To Blaine
‘I’m going out to see the Christmas lights tonight but I’ll be back in time for hot chocolate. Wish me luck!’
I sighed and sent him back an insipid kissy face emoticon, then pocketed my phone.
“He’s skipping out on you again, isn’t he?” Thad asked as he dipped his spoon into his steaming bowl of soup.
“What? No, no. It’s not like that,” I tried to bluff.
“Bullshit. Look, I’m not letting you spend the last few days of school moping around. Some of us are getting together in Nick’s room later. Come and have dinner with us.”
“I don’t know,” I said hesitantly.
“We’re ordering in and watching The A Team. C’mon, Blaine. It’ll be harmless. Just come and blow off some steam with us.”
Feeling my phone vibrate in my pocket again, I blew a long breath and agreed.
***
“Shh, baby. I’m gonna lick you open.”
“Wha?” Kurt whined as I pushed the back of his thighs up to spread him wide. “Ohmygod!” he rushed out when my tongue rubbed over his rim. He mumbled madly while I licked over his puckered entrance then writhed when I pushed inside. Kurt clenched around my tongue as it dipped and fluttered. His balls drew up tight and he cried out, “Uh, Blay!”
I dipped my finger into my mouth and pressed into him alongside my tongue to make him gasp again. A quick suck over a second finger and I moved my mouth to suck the sensitive skin under his balls as the other finger slid in easily. With firm pressure, I pushed my tongue along his perineum and fingered him until, with a final moan, Kurt came over his stomach.
As his eyes closed with sleep, I quickly lubed up a slightly larger plug and slid it inside his unresisting asshole. Clambering up until I was straddling Kurt, I rocked against his stomach, dragging my cock through his release until I shuddered with pleasure and shot across his hairless chest.
***
My eyes fluttered open to a weakly lit room. I scrunched my nose and rolled over to hide from the muted light. I buried my face into the warm neck beside me and groaned quietly as my bladder woke up. I rolled out of bed still squinting and stumbled to the toilet. Feeling slightly more human, I shuffled out of the bathroom and checked the clock.
Fuck! I quickly moved to the lock box to grab the desensitizing gel and wipes. Forty-five minutes until the alarm goes off.
Pulling the blanket off, I eased onto the bed behind Kurt, who’d rolled onto his side since my earlier exit, and twisted the plug still inside him slowly. Gentle tugs and turns soon had the plug out and I had to marvel at the gape of his pink hole. He looked ready to take me. So ready. My dick twitched as it hardened, filling quickly, while I rubbed a fingertip around his flared rim.
Better get him dressed before I do anything else.
I wrapped the plug in one of the wipes, set it aside and hopped off the bed to fetch his pajamas. Deciding to forgo his undershirt, I undid all the buttons and threaded on arm through the top, letting it hang loose over his back. He might miss his shirt but it’s not worth the risk of him waking up. I moved on to his briefs, getting each foot through and sliding them up as far as I could without shifting his hips. His pajama pants followed suit and I went back to the other side of the bed to finish what I’d started minutes before.
Kurt sighed in his sleep as the wet wipe smoothed over his stretched entrance. I squirted cool gel over a pair of my fingers and swirled them into my best friend’s asshole, coating his walls and rim. Helpless to resist, I fucked my fingers into him slowly, loving the feeling of Kurt pushing back against me.
Pulling them out, I wiped my fingers off and slicked the plug back up with gel. The soft moan of my roommate startled me as I twisted the thick black plug into him. Kurt shifted his hips back and forth unconsciously, wanting to feel more. Wanting to feel me. Wanting to feel me fuck him. I pushed the plug all the way back in and pulled it back, letting him miss it, then corkscrewed it back in, satisfied when Kurt moaned again. I nearly yelped in shock as he rolled over towards me, forcing me to pull my hand away and shove off the bed altogether.
Kurt’s head tossed on his pillow as he ground down against the plug buried inside him. My attention was on his cock, flushed pink, hard and heavy against his belly. Although I wanted nothing more than to taste him, I knew I had to get his pajama top on first. A bit of wriggling and gentle bending of his arm and I finally managed to get Kurt’s arm through the sleeve and buttoned him up quickly.
I pulled his blankets up to cover his knees, and then bent down to take his cock between my lips and lap at his slit. My roommate hummed and shifted his legs restlessly as I continue to lick up the dribbles of his pre-come. Digging my hand between his legs, underneath his bunched up pants, I found the plug and pulled it away cautiously until it was free. Leaving one last wet kiss to his dick, I pulled up his briefs and pajama pants, leaving him hard, wanting and completely covered by his blankets.
Quickly, I grabbed the supplies and shoved everything in the lock box to deal with later. Locking the cupboard, I re-hid the key in my closet. I sat back on my bed and breathed a sigh of relief, happy to have gotten everything squared away before he’d woken and discovered what had been happening. The ache of my cock, hard and taut, distracted me and made me look down as I stroked it. Oh. I’m naked. I giggled quietly. Kurt would definitely notice that.
I tugged on a pair of loose pajama pants, my cock tenting the fabric, as my best friend groaned across the room. Kurt’s hips shifted back and forth weakly, rubbing his dick against the covers. There was still a little time before the alarm so I figured I should lend a helping hand. That’s what friends do for each other, right?
My fingers worked their way under the covers and cupped around the shape of Kurt’s cock as he humped my hand with a broken moan. I gripped him through his pants and fondled his length. Kurt’s breathy sighs changed when he twisted up into my grip. He grunted as I tightened my hold and stroked him faster. Reflexively, Kurt thrust upwards and with a throaty groan, he came, flooding his briefs with come. I pulled away and strode straight for the bathroom to jerk off in private, hearing Kurt cough and groan as he started to wake to the sticky mess in his pants.
I twisted the tap on to cover the noise of my grunting, my hand already inside my pajamas and tugging at my dick. The sound of Kurt groaning as he came reverberated in my mind and I quickly fell over the edge with the thought of being buried inside him later tonight as he came on my cock.
Fuck, yeah. Tonight. I just have to make it through today.
***
This has to be the longest Tuesday in the existence of man.
I tapped my pen against my folder as snow fell outside. The teacher droned on in the background but I couldn’t concentrate, not when I knew that tonight Kurt would be mine. No matter what he did with whomever after this, he would be mine and I would be his, even if he only remembered me in his dreams. If that was all I could have, I would be content. Honestly, I did want him to be happy. Sure, I’d prefer he’d want to be with me and that somehow I wouldn’t manage to fuck it up. But if that never happened then, as his best friend, I wanted him to be happy and if the mystery man was the answer, well, so be it.
Four more hours until I’d be with Kurt.
***
“Blaaaaine,” Kurt moaned while my fingers corkscrewed in his ass. He stuttered out my name again while his grip on my cock slackened. “Ohmygod,” he exhaled as I added a third and pumped them in and out.
“Gonna fuck you tonight, beautiful,” I panted out and laid wet kisses over the inside of his thighs. The feeling of his tongue on my dick again stole my breath. Holy crap. Sixty nine is my new favorite number.
“Oh, Blay!” He groaned at the idea of taking me.
“Yeah? You want me to fuck you?”
“Mmmm, feels good, so good. Don’t stop, Blay.” Kurt slumped back against my bed in ecstasy. I removed my fingers, climbed off the bed to wipe my hand and to get the condom on. “Don’t go. Don’t stop. Blay? Ohhh.”
I tore open the packet and rolled the rubber on. A quick look at Kurt while he moaned made me hurry with the lube. He stroked his long hard dick quickly as his groans intensified. Don’t finish without me! I pounced onto my bed and batted his hand away then found my way between his legs. Kurt grumbled as every attempt to get his hand back on his cock was blocked.
“Hey, hey, Kurt? Baby? I’m gonna make you feel really good, okay beautiful?” My slick cock nudged against his perineum and Kurt shifted restlessly against me. “I want you so much, Kurt. Oh god, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted you. How long I’ve looked forward to this,” I mumbled as I took hold of my length and shifted to find his entrance.
At the first slide in, I leaned forward to lie over Kurt. We kissed while the head of my cock worked through the first ring of his muscle. He groaned into my mouth as his hands gripped my biceps tightly. “Does it hurt?” I asked anxiously. Kurt shook his head and he bit down in the crook of my neck. Fuck. Fuck.
The slide to fully seat inside him was torturously slow. I didn’t want to hurt Kurt at all so I was more than willing to take my time. “God, you’re so tight!” I whispered as I kissed along his shoulder. He made a soft noise when I shifted my hips back to push back in a little. “Yeah? Like that?”
“OH. Mmmm,” Kurt moaned.
“Good?”
“Yeah. Want…want you. Want you.”
“Knew you were ready for me. Knew you wanted me,” I muttered. My hips started to snap faster, still keeping my strokes short. “Knew you’d feel good. So good. Fuck.”
“Blay, so big. Oh! M-more,” he whined.
I buried my face in his neck and started to fuck him in earnest. Kurt arched up beneath me and gasped with every thrust as I mumbled his name and kissed every inch of skin I could reach. His fingers dug into my sides when started to I slammed into him.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck me,” he panted. His head dropped back against the pillow, eyes screwed shut while I shifted a hand to cradle under his neck.
“Kurt,” I moaned and then kissed him passionately. As I worked our bodies together, his tongue barely moved against mine and I knew I was losing him for the night. My grunting became more insistent while I sucked on his bottom lip and tongue as Kurt slipped into sleep completely. Eventually I gave up on his mouth and focused on fucking him with long deep strokes with him in my arms.
I lost track of time, unsure of how long he’d been out but it didn’t matter anyway. He was mine for the night, just as I was his. I concentrated on how he felt around my shaft as I fucked in slow, then fast, then stopped just rest fully encased deep inside him. “You feel so good, beautiful. I’ve waited so long for you. You’re so good, god. You’re gonna make me come.” My strokes picked back up in speed. “Gonna come inside you, Kurt. Oh, yeah,” I whispered. “Yeah. Oh my go- Oh!” I shuddered and jerked against Kurt’s lax warm body as I filled the condom. “Fu-ck,” I groaned. “So good. So good,” I breathed out quietly as I rested over him while my cock slid back in him lazily.
***
It was my dick that woke me up while the room was still dark. I was curled behind Kurt and lay there for a moment with my dick stiff and nestled between his cheeks. As happy and physically satisfied as I was, something was missing. It was like there was an itch I couldn’t reach to scratch. I kissed the back of his neck as my fingers curled to cup his pec and wished for a moment that he would stir, roll over and kiss me back. Oh. That’s what I wanted, to have him wholly. To be with him.
Either do something about it or let him go.
I hated it when Carlos was right.
What could I do though? He already had someone and in a few hours we would get up like nothing had happened, go to class, swap gifts later and head home for the holidays. Well, he’d head home and I’d be on a plane to Aspen with my father and step-mother for the next few days.
Maybe I should just accept the fact that he’s happy. Why is he different to my other roommates? Why do I care so much?
I sighed and let myself go, willing to simply settle for the sensation of his skin against mine. I could fuck him again. No. Too risky. He may think something’s odd when he wakes up but I don’t want it to be obvious or to hurt. This will do.
My cock slipped along the cleft of his cheeks in long strokes until I’d pushed against him hard enough to make him roll onto his stomach. I tugged the sheet off us and leaned over to snag the lube then straddled the backs of his thighs. A quick squirt over Kurt’s hole and I was ready to go. I leaned over him and guided the head of my cock along his slippery channel hard and fast until I was ready to blow. Sitting back, I wanked my cock with a sticky hand until hot spurts of come sprayed over Kurt’s flushed cheeks. My head fell forward as I caught my breath, knowing I’d need to start clean up in a moment.
***
If Tuesday had dragged then Wednesday rushed past me like it was late for something. The only thing the racing clock had been good for was easing my churning stomach as I watched how Kurt moved, reacted and what he said during the day. Even though I had been in this exact situation many times, the wait the morning after was always nerve wracking. Thankfully though, the day was fairly uneventful - at least from a Kurt-watch standpoint.
We had both breakfast and lunch without incident. Thad remarked only once or twice about my being stuck like a staticky sock to Kurt’s pants, which earned him a scathing snort of derision from Kurt. After a quick meeting with the Warblers, Kurt and I shot off to our room to pack and give each other our Christmas presents.
As I packed up my laptop and a few other things, I tucked the small gift wrapped present for Kurt under my pillow.
“Is that what I think it is, Blaine Warbler?” Kurt asked with a smirk while he zipped up his toiletry bag.
“Well, I wasn’t planning on holding it hostage,” I relented and pulled the present out from its hiding place. “Unless you were going to do the same.” He rolled his eyes at me.
“As if I could because…presents, Blaine. Presents!” Kurt skipped on the spot and clapped his hands together gleefully.
I clicked my tongue in disapproval. “I never knew you were so shallow as to only like Christmas for getting gifts, Warbler Kurt.”
“Not getting. Giving!” Suddenly he was bouncing directly in front of me and had a red papered box in his hand which he presented with a flourish. “For you, my friend. Go on…open it!” He was practically giddy with excitement as I tugged at the seam of the paper.
Nestled in white tissue paper were two bow ties. One a beautiful jacquard tie in rich red and the other a whimsical two tone green and red argyle tie. I gasped at the beauty of the ruby red silk bow tie.
“Kurt. They’re gorgeous! Thank you, so much. Oh my gosh!”
“I really wanted to get you something that would fit with the season but could be worn outside it as well. I made the red one myself.”
“Wow. Just when I think you couldn’t get more amazing, you go and prove me wrong.” I shook my head in amazement as I lifted the bow tie from the box. “I love them. Thank you.” Kurt looked at me quizzically but then smiled broadly and ducked his head.
“You’re welcome,” he mumbled.
“And now for you, kind sir.” I did a weird half bow thing and held the small wrapped box out like I was making an offering to the gods. He took the package from me gently and enthusiastically ripped through the gold paper decorated with tiny embossed candy canes.
“Oh! Blaine! Oh my stars!” Kurt slapped a hand over his open mouth as he spotted the two brooches set in a dark green velvet lined box. One a small gold skull decorated with diamantes and the other a shadow of a mounted stag’s head. Kurt ran his thumb over the tiny skull. “Where did you get this?” he asked, still stunned.
“I pitched a bloody battle on E-bay for it.” He laughed and patted my shoulder.
“I’m so proud of you!”
“Just following your lead, Obi-Wan.”
“I’m impressed you didn’t go straight to C-3PO then but I like to think of myself as Qui-Gon Jinn, only with Queen Amidala’s wardrobe.”
“Of course, Master. Or is that Your Majesty?” I said with a wink that made him chuckle. “On second thought, I’ll stick with Kurt, thank you.”
“No, thank you. I love these. They’ll fit right in to my collection.”
Exactly what I was going for. I nodded and tipped forward on my toes as my chest swelled proudly.
“Good.” We stared at each other in an awkward silence for a moment until I coughed and added, “Well, I guess this is it. Merry Christmas, Kurt.” I opened my arms for a hug and caught him as he launched himself into my hold.
“Happy Christmas, Blaine. Call me for New Year’s?” Kurt murmured.
“Yeah. Of course.” I agreed breathlessly. I would call him whenever he wanted.
***
A/N - That's it until next time where we find Blaine meeting an old friend in Aspen and Kurt looking forward to his first real kiss.