Prompt Post #7
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But he’s not.
He’s not because he has a stupid freaking American History paper due in tomorrow morning and he’s not quite yet finished with it. He’d almost been swayed earlier by Blaine pulling of his clothes and patting the bedspread beside him, but Kurt had surprised even himself in his ability to say no and dedicate himself to his studies.
At the noise his pen makes hitting the table, Blaine stirs. Kurt watches the way his toned muscles shift and move under the skin of his back as he stretches and pops before turning over and locking bleary eyes on bleary eyes. He yawns widely, covering his mouth with his palm, simultaneously looking over at the alarm clock on his bedside table.
“Do you know what time it is?” Blaine asks, voice padded with sleep and disapproval.
Kurt blinks. He actually doesn’t. He dares to turn his head and look at the clock-
Just when exactly did it turn two in the morning? When had it gone past then? He hadn’t planned on staying up quite so late. Or early, he figures.
“Um.” He turns his face back to Blaine, now sat up and still beautiful in his bed, despite his rumpled, mid-morning state. “Oops?” he offers, and Blaine just smiles sleepily at him.
“Are you going to come to bed now?”
Kurt bites his lip and looks down at his paper. He’s nearly finished. Another half hour-an hour, tops-and he’d have the thing finished. If he could just-
“Don’t even think about saying no,” Blaine tells him sternly, dropping his hands to his lap and looking anything but stern as he stares at his boyfriend adoringly. “You’re coming to bed right now. You can finish that in the morning, Kurt.”
“Blaine, I’m nearly done. I swear. Let me just…”
There’s a sigh from the bed and Kurt looks away from his paper to see Blaine crawling-literally-out from the bed sheets and over the mattress. If he were to reach out now, Kurt could touch him.
“Kurt,” Blaine repeats, and this time it’s a little more appealing considering how close he is. After a moment, Kurt can feel the warmth of his breath against his neck as he sits on the edge of the bed, just beside where Kurt has set up his work station so he can just topple into bed when he’s finished. He can feel his hair moving as the warm air brushes past it and can almost feel the heat radiating off Blaine’s own body as he moves ever closer. “Now,” Blaine says, stilling himself. Kurt just stays, completely motionless, on the little black buffet he’s sat on. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way.”
Kurt’s right eyebrow quirks, a move he normally reserves for when he’s trying to appear nonchalant to passersby, but is now being used to show his devout interest. “What’s the difference?”
A warm hand settles on Kurt’s wrist, the fingers of the same hand still shaped as if holding his pen.
“Well, the easy way is you just give in, climb up here right next to me and go to sleep.”
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Blaine smiles at him toothily and slinks off the bed, bending over so that their faces are parallel. “The hard way…” Blaine begins, and finishes off by leaning forward a tad more until their lips are pressing together in a way that only the fact it’s nearly three am can create. Kurt leans into the kiss welcomingly, his hand working its way up to smooth across Blaine’s cheek, bristly with his newly growing stubble.
“Doesn’t seem very hard to me,” Kurt whispers against Blaine’s lips, chuckling almost silently into the kiss, but then Blaine takes his hands and pulls him to standing. Kurt doesn’t fight this-this isn’t bad, it’s only momentarily stopping his work production. He can finish his paper before sleeping, sure.
“No?” Blaine smirks against his lips and pulls Kurt closer to him, and only then does Kurt understand why he’s smirking like he is. Blaine is hard.
“Oh, no,” Kurt mumbles, turning on the spot and wiggling out of Blaine’s grip against his will. “No, can’t do this. I have to finish my paper, I have to-it’s due at nine am tomorrow morning. Blaine, please-”
But Blaine’s having none of it. He steps up to Kurt, backs him into the corner of his tiny dorm room and rests his forehead against Kurt’s. Kurt instantly deflates.
“Not a chance.” Blaine reaches out and unravels Kurt’s tie, already having been loosened earlier in the evening, and tosses it to the floor. His fitted-yes, fitted-white shirt comes next and then come his crinkled suit pants. Amazingly, Kurt doesn’t fight him off; instead he just steps out of his pants and even allows Blaine to pull his sparkly silver socks off without resistance. “We’ll get up earlier tomorrow and you can finish it then? I’ll even bring you breakfast while you work. How’s that?”
As if all the fight has been drained out of him, Kurt nods and fits himself against Blaine’s side, noting the present stiffness still pressing against him. He hums in delight and pushes his hip against it, relishing in the heat of it.
“You don’t have to,” Blaine tells him sincerely as he walks them back over to his bed, kicking the pillows up to the top of the bed to make room for Kurt to squish up beside him. “We can just sleep.”
Kurt presses his lips to Blaine’s, silencing him effectively. “You’re joking, right.”
“Well…”
“Good.” Finally persuaded, Kurt allows his arms to relax around Blaine’s neck, only holding on enough to keep him anchored in his spot. His mouth glides against his boyfriend’s (who seems to be completely over his previous doubts already), and he hums quietly as their lips lock time and time again. Blaine holds him tightly to his chest, their bare chests pressing together and the skin Kurt finds there pleasantly warm to the touch.
“For someone who was so set on continuing working not long ago you sure are getting into this,” Blaine comments a few peaceful moments later as he works his lips against the pulse point on Kurt’s neck, more than likely leaving a bruise.
“You’re very…persuasive,” Kurt mumbles, his voice muffled by Blaine’s shoulder. He stifles a yawn-or rather, he tries to, but Blaine still catches it-and then pushes his hips up against Blaine’s, disregarding any of his boyfriend’s possible ideas to stop and just go straight to sleep.
“Kurt-”
“Shh,” Kurt cuts him off, pulling Blaine’s face down to meet his again and kissing his lips. “Let me just…” Kurt sighs as their clothed groins meet again and he rotates his hips, seeking out the friction that never fails to feel so good. “It won’t take long, I just need…”
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“Mmm, Blaine,” Kurt whispers against his boyfriend’s lips, keeping his voice knowingly low-the last thing they want is whoever boards in the next room knocking on their door, telling them to keep the noise down (as has been the occasion once or twice before). “I’m…”
“Hmm?” Blaine prompts. “Kurt?”
Kurt doesn’t answer-can’t answer; he merely mewls almost silently against Blaine’s neck as he releases himself inside his shorts with a pleased look settling over his face straight after. “Oh,” he lets out as he shrinks back into the mattress, his limbs dead weights as he passes out almost immediately, the slow but regular rising and falling of his chest being the key thing that lets Blaine know he’s out of it.
Despite the tightness that is still eagerly present in Blaine’s own boxers, he smiles down at Kurt, the peaceful-though-exhausted expression on his face the epitome of blissful. Turning away from him, Blaine tucks a hand down his boxers and palms himself-it wouldn’t feel right finishing himself off whilst staring at his unconscious boyfriend. It only takes a few strokes before he’s releasing over his hand and letting out a long sigh that he, too, has to repress to keep it quiet. He skilfully brings his hand out of his shorts without making a mess and cleans himself up, moving around the room to gather some tissues. Kurt comes next and, carefully, oh, so carefully, Blaine peels off his boyfriend’s soiled underwear and dismisses them. He makes a quick effort of cleaning him up and re-clothing him in a pair of his old track pants, and then pulls the bed covers up around Kurt’s chin.
A fond smile slides over his face as he resets his phone alarm for an hour earlier than it had been and he settles in beside Kurt and tucks himself under the covers, too. He turns onto his side, facing the back of Kurt’s head, an arm carefully slung over his boyfriend’s waist, holding him flush to his body, and eventually his eyes slip shut as the clock strikes exactly three am.
--fin.
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this was great! kurt would TOTALLY be the one to put off sleep and you did this fantastically! thank you so much for filling! i was so excited to see that i got a fill (i've never had a fill before).
thank you thank you thank you! this was adorable and sweet and fluffy and great! i almost didn't prompt it because i really was tired and wasn't sure i was being coherent. <3<3<3
THANK YOU!!~
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and i am so glad you prompted it, too, because i was on it as soon as i saw it, hehe <33
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But now I feel incredibly guilty for trolling the kink meme instead of doing my homework.
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Thank you!! I'm really glad you liked it :) and haha, please don't, I wrote this whilst avoiding my homework. We're all in the same boat :p
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