Prompt Post #13
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Pairing - [Spoilers if any] - kinks or [FILL], in reply to a prompt
PART ONE
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PART THREE
PART FOUR
PART FIVE
PART SIX
PART SEVEN
PART EIGHT
PART NINE
PART TEN
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Kurt opened his mouth to begin his presentation, and Blaine knew he was going to have a bit of a problem. The sound of his voice in addition to the sight of him in those pants was too much. Blaine wasn’t paying attention to the presentation at all - Kurt could have been talking about monkeys colonizing Mars for all he knew - but he was staring so intently at Kurt that he must have seemed interested in whatever he was presenting.
Except for the raging hard-on he was now sporting in his pants.
He bit his lip and crossed one leg over the other nonchalantly, thankful that he had decided against wearing his tightest pants that day. He spent the rest of Kurt’s presentation unsuccessfully trying to get himself to look somewhere - anywhere - else.
It seemed like seconds and an eternity all at once when it was time for Kurt to return to his seat. Blaine clapped absent-mindedly along with the rest of the class, and he breathed a sigh of relief until he realized that he could now smell Kurt instead of staring at his pants, and that thought didn’t exactly help matters.
Blaine wasn’t one of those weird kids who actually liked tests, but he couldn’t have been happier when the teacher passed out a pop quiz about Kurt’s presentation. He was grateful to be able to have something else to focus on, because if he didn’t get his erection under control soon, he’d have to go out into the hallway with other students and that was sure to be a recipe for disaster.
He read through each question, trying to figure out if he had actually heard any of the multiple choice options come out of Kurt’s mouth a few minutes ago, but he was completely at a loss. He tried to reason some of them out, but it wasn’t really that easy to do in a history class. Eventually he sighed and circled C on every question, hoping to get at least a couple points out of the mess.
On the plus side, he had gone completely soft while he tried to deduce the answers.
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Specifically to Kurt in those maddeningly tight jeans.
He replayed the class in his head, from the moment Kurt stood up and he noticed how incredible he looked to the moment ten minutes later when he returned to his seat. He pushed the embarrassment he had felt at getting hard in class out of his head and let himself focus on the way the pants had emphasized what Blaine secretly believed to be some of the best parts of Kurt’s body.
At some point in his replay of the history class, Blaine started to grow hard again. When he realized he was beginning to fantasize about one of his classmates - about a boy he had never really even spoken to - he blinked and rolled onto his side, determined to just try to go to sleep.
It worked for a minute or two, but all of a sudden, for a brief moment, thoughts of what Kurt would look like out of those jeans flashed through Blaine’s head. He rolled onto his back, throwing his head back harder into his pillow, and bit back a groan.
He lifted a hand and slid it down his stomach before cautiously wiggling it under the waistband of his boxer briefs. He took a deep breath and told himself that if he was going to do this, he would at least keep his thoughts on what he had seen in class. It just seemed wrong otherwise, so he led his mind back to the picture of Kurt standing up just a foot and a half in front of him, facing the other direction.
He kept that picture in the front of his mind as he closed his fingers around his mostly-hard cock and began to stroke upward. He breathed out at the sensation of touch, then swirled his thumb at the tip to collect some pre-come to make things a little smoother.
He built up a strong, slow but steady rhythm, letting his mind wander throughout the period of time he had allowed himself to think about. He pictured just the way those jeans had hugged Kurt’s hips and ass and how they had outlined his package (Blaine blushed at the thought) when he was standing in the front of the room. He even allowed himself to think of the smell of Kurt when he had returned to his seat. He smelled like he had actually showered (which was definitely not a given for a guy at McKinley), and there was the scent of his cologne, but there was something distinctly Kurt about him that Blaine had grown to love after a month of sitting behind him in every class he could.
Blaine felt himself getting close to the edge after a few minutes, and he brought back the picture of Kurt’s ass in front of his face. No matter how much he enjoyed the rest of Kurt Hummel, his ass was definitely his favorite part of the other boy’s body. It was so round and amazing and perfect and he just wanted to reach out and grab it.
One, two, three strokes later, Blaine was coming all over his hand and stomach. He rode out the pleasure then relaxed into his bed, his limbs suddenly extremely heavy. He groaned and forced himself to pull a tissue from the box on his nightstand and clean himself up before letting himself succumb to sleep.
Wes was right, he thought just before he drifted off. Blaine did have it bad.
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I love this, can't wait for more!!
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