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Fill: Beautifully Wrong 13d/? – ftm!Blaine/Kurt, Andersons – dysphoria, transphobia, homophobia

[ilovescarves89]

'I think I do,' Kurt said as Blaine's hands and eyes wandered almost reverently across Kurt's chest, and Blaine unconsciously licked his lips. Kurt wasn't ripped by any means (which was just as well as far as Blaine was concerned) but years of dance practice and caring about his diet had left him well toned. His pale skin was hairless except for a thin line running down from his navel and under the hem of his pants (Blaine was beginning to understand why they called it a “happy trail”). Blaine let his hands explore the new territory, teasing one nipple and grinning wickedly when it made Kurt's breath hitch and his words catch in his throat. 'I'm-- pretty sure-- the feeling's-- entirely mutual.'

'Mm, you should be shirtless always,' Blaine said, planting kisses everywhere on Kurt's torso.

Kurt smiled. 'Noted. But I'm not sure that would go over very well in school.'

'Darn. My dreams are dashed.' Blaine laughed.

'But speaking of shirtless,' Kurt went on. 'I wouldn't complain if you wanted to lose some clothes, too.'

Blaine straightened up, his eyes wide, and he felt a sudden rushing sensation in his stomach that had nothing to do with arousal. It took him a second but then he remembered something his therapist had once told him, and he chose to simply acknowledge it as a feeling and move on. He could refuse to let his fears be the boss of him.

'Okay,' he said after considering his answer for a moment. 'Not the binder though.'

Kurt nodded his understanding, and he watched Blaine as he pulled off his sweater vest and threw it aside on the chair beside the bed. Blaine became aware that his breathing had turned uneven, and he felt his heart rate pick up. He wasn't sure if it came from a place of anxiety or excitement, and maybe it didn't even matter. It was probably a little of both, anyway, he thought dimly as he fumbled with his bow tie, fingers shaking slightly.

'Here, let me.' Kurt gently brushed Blaine's hands away and, with nimble fingers, he undid the bow tie before tossing it on the chair. He began unbuttoning Blaine's shirt next and Blaine watched him do the work almost not quite believing that this was really happening, but Kurt kept reminding him by placing quick kisses on his mouth every few buttons. Soon there were no more buttons and almost without Blaine noticing it, Kurt slid the shirt off his shoulders, and then Blaine was shirtless except for the binder.

It felt... okay.

And suddenly it seemed like the silliest thing in the world to have been worrying about, when there were so many other, far more important things he could be doing. Like kissing Kurt. Kissing Kurt was always good. And kissing Kurt while rolling around (nearly) shirtless was even better than Blaine could have imagined. There was something about having Kurt so close, feeling skin against skin, that was doing indescribable things to Blaine. And Kurt presumably felt the same way, if the growing bulge in his pants was anything to go by.

'Can I... touch?' Blaine asked from his position above Kurt, indicating with his eyes what he meant.

'Yeah, okay,' Kurt replied, his breathing heavy and looking adorably flushed. 'If you want.'

'I want to,' Blaine said as he moved down on the bed and positioned himself on his knees, one knee planted between Kurt's. Blaine ran a hand down Kurt's abdomen, landing finally on his clothed erection. He pressed down and gave it an experimental squeeze, which made Kurt buck his hips and groan. So Blaine did it again. And again. And again and again, varying the pressure and angle, noting what got which reactions, until Kurt was breathless, flushed and incoherent beneath him.

'Hey, no. Where are you going?' Kurt asked, very nearly whining, when Blaine moved from his seated position to instead lie on his side next to Kurt. 'Please don't stop.'

'You're adorable,' Blaine said with barely concealed amusement.

'And you're a tease,' Kurt said, pouting dramatically. 'I'm pretty sure what you're doing right now is torture. Or rather what you're not doing, I suppose.'

Fill: Beautifully Wrong 13e/? – ftm!Blaine/Kurt, Andersons – dysphoria, transphobia, homophobia

[ilovescarves89]

Blaine laughed and kissed Kurt once on the mouth before trailing his right hand down Kurt's torso, coming to a halt with his fingers barely touching the hem of his pants.

'What about this?' he asked in a low voice before he, feeling high with adrenaline and want and Kurt, so raw and exposed just for him, slid his hand swiftly into Kurt's (thankfully not too tight) pants. 'This torture, too?'

Blaine kept his eyes focused on Kurt, wanting to see his reaction, as he gripped his hard length and gave it a firm stroke. Kurt's mouth fell open and he let out a loud lewd moan, that made Blaine extremely thankful that they were alone in the house, and Blaine was pretty sure he saw Kurt's eyes roll back into his head.

'Yes, yes,' Kurt panted as Blaine continued his exploration. 'The best kind.'

'You're so gorgeous like this,' Blaine spoke low in his ear, his words raw and unfiltered. 'You should see yourself. So open and real and just-- filthy and--' Blaine broke off when he heard a sudden loud noise downstairs, and he dimly realized that it must have been the front door slamming.

The front door.

'Crap.' Blaine snatched his hand back and sat up. 'My mom.'

'Your mom...?' Kurt asked dazedly, clearly not a hundred percent mentally present.

'Yes, my mom,' Blaine said somewhat impatiently, getting up from the bed while Kurt just kept lying there. 'Unless it's a burglar with a key or something, in which case I also don't want to be found like this. You're not exactly quiet,' he added with a little smirk as he pulled his shirt back on. Kurt blushed.

'Oh god, I didn't completely ruin it, did I?' he said, propping himself up on his elbows and looking mortified.

'No, you were perfect,' Blaine assured him, kneeling on the bed and kissing him. 'It was perfect.' He straightened back up and finished buttoning his shirt before adding as an afterthought, half amused and half apologetic, 'Except for the part where the ending was more of a cliffhanger than a resolution.'

Kurt let out a snort as he reached for his clothes. 'Only you could make what we just did sound half-way poetic.'

'Well, now I'm hurt,' Blaine said jokingly. 'I was going for straight up poetic. Touch of a fingertip and all that.'

Kurt's features softened and he sat up properly. 'You remember that?'

'Not to sound creepy, but I'm pretty sure I remember every conversation we've ever had.' Blaine grinned sheepishly and pulled his sweater vest over his head. He watched as Kurt put his own shirt back on, waiting until his eyes were once again on Blaine before continuing. 'In all seriousness though, I want whatever we do to be about the both of us, and not just about making sure I don't have a panic attack or something. It's a big step for both of us.'

'Good step though,' Kurt said, reaching for Blaine's hand from where he sat on the edge of the bed and giving it a soft squeeze. Blaine smiled, and he found himself thinking that even if he wouldn't exactly tell his mother the details of having had his hand in his boyfriend's pants, it had been beautiful and poetic in its own way.

'Hey, do you maybe want to stay the night?' Blaine asked, reacting to a spur-of-the-moment thought. 'I'm not saying-- I mean, not with my mom in the house. But if you wanted to. Just to sleep.'

'Here? With you?' Blaine nodded, and Kurt smiled shyly. 'Yeah. I'd like that.'