Prompt Post #18
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“Blaine! Don’t leave. Please.” Blaine froze but didn’t turn back around, and Kurt tried to sound stronger than he felt. “You promised, Blaine. You can’t do this to me.”
“I can’t do this to you?!” Blaine yelled, turning again to face Kurt with wide, blazing eyes. “Do you have any idea what you’re doing to ME?” He took a step into the room and began pacing in the small space at the foot of his bed. “I tell you I’m in love with you and have been for years while you’ve been willfully obtuse and all you tell me is, ‘you can’t,’ but suddenly I’m the bad guy. How do you even know, Kurt?”
“Blaine--”
“You’ve never even tried! And it’s all i can think about, Kurt, just what it would be like if you would kiss me or t-touch me. And I’ve been trying to stay away from you so it will just go away but it’s not. Blaine’s voice had been pitching steadily higher and finally broke on the last word, eyes filling with tears. Kurt was standing before he remembered making the choice. He stepped into Blaine’s path, wrapping his arms around him like he hadn’t since this whole mess had started.
Blaine inhaled sharply at the contact, his exhale coming out as a sob as he gripped Kurt’s waist and crumpled into his embrace. Kurt could feel his neck growing wet where Blaine had buried his face, and Kurt rubbed soft circles into his back and murmured nonsense into his hair as Blaine’s shoulders heaved with the force of his tears.
“I’m trying,” Blaine said between gasps. “I’m trying to get over it but I-I-I can’t just stop loving you, I can’t stop wanting you and I’m gonna lose you if I--”
“Shh, honey,” Kurt murmured into Blaine’s hair, one arm tight around his back and the other hand still stroking between his shoulder blades and down his spine. “Breathe, Blaine.” He needed to get Blaine calmed down before they dealt with anything else, but his friend was only getting more and more hysterical, turning redder as he hiccuped and sobbed into Kurt’s shirt. Kurt pulled him back by the shoulders, forcing him to meet his eyes and keeping him in place with one hand firmly cupping his cheek.
“You’re not going to lose me, Blaine,” Kurt said, squeezing his shoulder. “I’m not going anywhere, not if I have any say in it, ok?” He leaned forward and pressed his lips to Blaine’s forehead, regretting it the moment he felt Blaine freeze against him.
“Kurt.”
“I’m sorry,” Kurt said immediately. “I shouldn’t have--” he tried to pull away but Blaine’s hands tightened on his waist, sliding to clasp at the small of his back.
“Please,” Blaine whispered into Kurt’s neck. “Please. Maybe if we - if I just - maybe it will get it out of my system. I don’t know what else--”
“We can’t,” Kurt argued, his own voice as desperate as Blaine’s. This was a line they couldn’t - he couldn’t - cross. Things were difficult right now, but there was hope. It would be awkward for a while but they were strong and they would fix it. But if Kurt let things go any further tonight? They wouldn’t come back from that.
But Blaine was still nuzzling into his neck, nose running back and forth along his pulse and begging into his skin, and Kurt couldn’t bear it anymore. Blaine never asked him for anything, and the one time he did it was something Kurt couldn’t provide. But he could do this for Blaine, could give him something close to what he wanted, even if they both knew it was nothing but a pantomime. He pulled back just enough to press his lips to Blaine’s temple.
“Okay.”
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“W-what are you doing?”
“Let me do this for you,” Kurt mumbled, pressing his lips to the warm skin of Blaine’s hip. Blaine slid his hands down Kurt’s arms, tugging once he reached his biceps until Kurt was standing, confused, in front of him. Blaine turned them both and sat heavily on the mattress, pulling himself up to the pillows and holding out a shaking hand for Kurt.
“Okay.” Blaine’s jaw was set again and his eyes had dimmed in defeat, something that shook Kurt to the core every time he saw it.
Kurt took his offered hand, settling with his knees bracketing Blaine’s thighs and ducking his head again, nudging the hem of Blaine’s sweater up just enough to brush his lips under his belly button, but before he could continue he was being pulled again by their joined hands.
“Up here,” Blaine asked. “Stay with me. Please.” Kurt nodded, trying his best to smile as he slid his free hand down Blaine’s stomach back to his waistband, resting his fingers against the zipper again.
“I’m here. I’ve got you,” Kurt said quietly. He propped himself up on one elbow, ducking his head to keep his lips close to Blaine’s ear as he pulled the zipper the rest of the way down. Blaine’s next breath was strangled and Kurt could feel him hardening under his palm. He squeezed the growing bulge gently, shaping his hand around the unmistakable shape of Blaine’s dick - god, he couldn’t think about the fact that this was Blaine, not right now - and stroking up the length a few times before removing his hand completely.
“Shh, shh,” he cooed at Blaine’s cry of protest. “Lift up.” Blaine lifted his hips when Kurt tapped them and Kurt pushed his briefs and jeans down just enough for easy access, ignoring the way Blaine’s dick, already hard and flushed, bobbed against his stomach. He tried to roll away to dig through Blaine’s nightstand for the lube he knew was there, but Blaine balled a hand in his shirt and kept him in place, so Kurt lifted his own hand to his mouth and closed his eyes, laving wetly over and between his fingers and down across his palm.
The first touch to Blaine’s bare cock made Blaine jerk in his arms, whining high in the back of his throat and immediately thrusting into Kurt’s still loose grip.
“S-sorry,” Blaine stuttered, hand on Kurt’s shirt clenching as his hips stilled.
“It’s ok. Do what feels good, honey; this is about you.” Kurt tightened his grip, twisting his wrist at the base and then again just under the head. He swiped his thumb over the head, collecting the small bead of precome that had gathered and using it to help the slide back down, doing it again when he heard how it made Blaine’s breath hitch.
“Want you so bad,” Blaine muttered, mouthing absently at Kurt’s neck. Kurt knew he should tell him to stop, that that wasn’t what this was about - that was why he had wanted to blow Blaine, just make him feel better and fix this and go back to how things were - but it seemed to ground Blaine and the contact helped him focus on his goal.
He finally looked down, watching the swollen head of Blaine’s cock appear and disappear in the tight ring of his fist over and over again. Blaine was whimpering steadily below him now, mouth open and mostly still over Kurt’s jaw as he panted out sharp breaths. His hips finally started moving again, knees bending a little as he planted his feet against the mattress and he began to thrust into Kurt’s hand.
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“That’s it, sweetheart,” Kurt encouraged, shaking himself out of his thoughts and slowing his speed as he tightened his grip, the way it seemed Blaine liked best.
“Kiss me,” Blaine gasped. Kurt turned his head quickly, keeping his eyes closed and fluttering kisses over Blaine’s forehead, his cheeks, down his jaw to his neck. Blaine kept trying to turn his head into them, to capture Kurt’s lips, but Kurt evaded him every time, distracting him with a well-placed scrape of teeth. He sucked a hard kiss into the soft skin just below Blaine’s ear at the same time he palmed the head of Blaine’s cock, rubbing his thumb along the slit, and Blaine keened, gripping Kurt’s shoulder.
“C-close, Kurt, Kurt I’m so close, I love you, love you loveyou,” Blaine started babbling, his hips moving in earnest now. “Tell me, Kurt - please--”
“I - Blaine I--”
“I know you don’t,” Blaine interrupted, voice calmer even though his hips and Kurt’s hand were only picking up speed. “Just - please--” His voice cracked again and Kurt finally looked up and locked eyes with Blaine. His pupils were dilated, eyes going unfocused as he stared up at Kurt. His hairline and upper lip were beaded with sweat and his mouth was moving, though no sounds came out.
“I love you,” Kurt said quietly.
With two more rough pulls, Blaine was coming, hips arched off the bed as he spilled over Kurt’s fist and onto his own stomach. Kurt stroked him through it, brushing his lips over Blaine’s forehead again before repeating his earlier pattern and peppering his face with kisses. “I love you,” he whispered between kisses. “You’re beautiful, I love you, I love you.” He wasn’t lying. He did love Blaine, more than anything.
Just not in the way Blaine needed.
He didn’t stop pumping until Blaine batted weakly at his arm, hissing with oversensitivity and looking hopefully up into Kurt’s eyes as he tugged at his bent arm. Kurt knew what Blaine wanted without asking - he always did - and lowered himself to the mattress, pulling Blaine into his side and letting him cuddle into his chest. Blaine wrapped his arm around Kurt’s waist, thumb sliding just under the hem of his t-shirt, as Kurt moved the arm around Blaine’s back to cup his hip, stroking softly at the still exposed skin.
He would hold Blaine until he came down from his orgasm, and then he would get up and go to his own room, where he would likely not sleep. Tomorrow they would talk - hopefully they would talk, now that Blaine’s cold war seemed to be over - and they would figure out how to fix this. They had to fix this.
“I’m sorry,” Blaine whispered after a few minutes of silence. Kurt could feel a fresh wave of tears slowly soaking into the fabric of his shirt, just over his heart. He was grateful his own tears fell unnoticed into the pillow. He squeezed Blaine’s hip and took a deep breath when Blaine squeezed his waist in return, willing enough strength into his voice to speak.
“So am I.”
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Oh my gosh, you poor widdle boys. What a sexy mistake. *hugs them*
Kurt why you no love my bebe Bwaine!?
*cries and holds them*
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Thank you for filling this.
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