Coffee, Kilts, and Candy Canes, Part 7
Title: Coffee, Kilts, and Candy Canes
Pairing: Kurt/Blaine
Length: 10,067 words
Warnings: professor/student sexy times
Summary: After Kurt finds out that the dreamy man he met in the coffee shop is actually his professor, he goes to some drastic measure to get Professor Anderson’s attention.
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Since this is AU, we’re going to pretend that NYU has both a Musical Theatre program and a Fashion Design program, and Rachel and Jesse are together. And thanks to my beta, prosaictragedy! This was a gift for katherine_lupin in the gleewinterfun exchange!
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Part 5
Part 6
Kurt is sitting at the kitchen table nursing a cup of coffee when Blaine finally enters fifteen minutes later. By the looks of it, he’d washed up in the bathroom. His cheeks were rosy and his hair looked slightly damp.
“Kurt, I’m so - ”
“Oh, no,” Kurt cuts him off. “You’re not allowed to apologize until you know what you’re apologizing for.
Blaine grimaces, but takes a seat at the table next to Kurt. “So tell me, then.”
“You got us kicked out of the bar, for starters. You cursed out the bartender and then puked on my shoes. I practically had to carry you out because you could barely stand up, and while we were waiting for a cab said you started yelling at a circus advertisement on a street sign.”
“The giraffe was looking at me funny!”
“You said it had antennae.”
“Sorry, go on.”
“You puked again in the cab. But don’t worry, I gave the driver a fifty from your wallet and told him to keep the change.”
“Shit. I don’t usually do this, I swear. My friend Jeff convinced me I needed to get drunk to forget - well, never mind,” Blaine says.
“Jeff called, by the way. I let him know you’re okay.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re not off the hook yet. What did Jeff think you needed to forget about?”
“I’m sure you can guess.”
“I have a pretty good idea. You may have also ranted about having to jerk off on a nightly basis instead of fucking someone. I just want to hear you say it.”
“Anything else?”
“You said I have a gorgeous ass.”
Blaine covers his face with his hands. “You do,” Blaine mumbles.
“What was that? I didn’t quite hear you.”
Blaine picks his head up. “I said, ‘you do’! Okay? You do have a gorgeous ass! And you’re beautiful and witty and fun and I want you to be mine!” he explodes. “I wanted to kiss you that day in the coffee shop and I want to kiss you now! Only I want to do more than that, too. I want to ravish you and fuck you senseless and there’s nothing I can do about it because I’m your teacher and you’re my student and it would be wrong! Are you happy?”
Blaine slumps down in his chair and buries his head in his arms.
“There, now, was that so difficult to admit?”
No response.
“You’re wrong, though. You can do something about it.”
“What?”
“Kiss me.”
“Kurt, that’s not a good idea, and you know it.”
“Why not? We both want it. We can act adult about this. Besides, I’m only your student for another month.”
“Someone could find out,” Blaine tries to rationalize, but Kurt can already see his defenses falling.
“We’ll be careful,” Kurt insists.
“What if I become biased with grading?”
“You know that won’t happen. You’re just making excuses now. You’ve been nothing but professional in the classroom, even with all the stunts I pulled. Which I apologize for, by the way.”
“You know, I may have put you through a lot last night, but you’ve been torturing me for weeks,” Blaine says, but he’s smiling.
“Yeah, well, you lied to me about Chicago. So we’re even.”
“Deal,” Blaine says, and then he crashes his lips against Kurt’s.
“Mmph!” Blaine is kissing him. Blaine is kissing him! He kisses back eagerly, parting his lips so that Blaine’s tongue can slide in against his own. He still tastes faintly of beer but Kurt can’t bring himself to care.
Kurt brings his hands up to Blaine’s shoulders and leans forward into the kiss, deepening it. Then Blaine’s hands are on Kurt’s hips, and he’s tugging Kurt toward him until Kurt is straddling his lap.
Blaine sucks hard at Kurt’s lower lip, eliciting a moan from the younger man. Then he’s trailing kisses along Kurt’s jaw and kneading his ass with his hands.
Kurt grinds down into Blaine and runs his hands down Blaine’s chest, popping buttons open as he goes.
“I smell coffee!” Rachel singsongs as she comes bounding into the room. Then, “Oh…oh, god! Kurt, what are you doing?”
Kurt wrenches his lips from Blaine’s and clamors out of his lap.
“Sorry Rach, Blaine and I will just take this into my room,” he says quickly, pulling Blaine out of his seat.
“Wait! This is Blaine? The Blaine?” Rachel shrieks as Kurt pulls Blaine into his room.
“I’ll explain later, Rachel!” Kurt exclaims, slamming his bedroom door behind them.
Not two seconds later Blaine has Kurt shoved up against the door, sucking his tongue into his mouth. He nudges his knee in between Kurt’s legs, shoving them apart, giving him a better angle to thrust his hips into Kurt’s.
“Oh, god, Blaine, I’ve wanted to do this for so long!” Kurt gasps as Blaine sucks at the sensitive spot just below his ear.
“Me too,” Blaine says. He bites down softly and Kurt moans. Then he continues to nip and suck his way down the column of Kurt’s throat until the collar of his shirt gets in the way.
“Shirts off,” he says in a raspy voice.
“Yes,” Kurt agrees immediately, pulling Blaine’s already unbuttoned shirt down his arms and discarding it on the floor. Blaine tugs Kurt’s shirt up over his head and tosses it over his shoulder, then goes in for another kiss, assaulting Kurt’s lips with his own.
He grips Kurt’s hips and thrusts against the boy again, groaning at the feel of their erections rubbing against each other, even through two layers of pants.
Still kissing him, Blaine begins to stroke his hands down Kurt’s sides, running his thumbs over Kurt’s nipples on the upstroke, making Kurt arch his back and grind against Blaine in a way that is so satisfying and yet somehow still not enough.
Kurt breaks his kiss with Blaine to utter a simple, “Lose the pants,” to which Blaine is happy to comply. In a matter of seconds Blaine has popped the button on the jeans he’s still wearing from last night and Kurt has untied the drawstring of his pajama bottoms and they’re staggering to the bed even as they’re still stepping out of their pants.
Blaine gently pushes Kurt down onto the bed and crawls over him. He kisses him deeply as one of his hands trails its way down Kurt’s body, stopping at the band of elastic on Kurt’s boxer-briefs.
He flicks his eyes up to Kurt who gives him a look as if to say get on with it, and then without hesitation Blaine pulls Kurt’s underwear down his beautiful long legs and tosses them on the floor.
Blaine growls as he pulls his boxers off and tosses them over his shoulder. Member bobbing, he slides back up to Kurt, and they groan in tandem as their cocks brush together for the first time. Blaine lowers himself down, capturing Kurt’s lips again in a searing kiss as they grind against each other, rubbing back and forth, creating friction between them.
But friction is not enough and Kurt knows exactly what to say to spur Blaine on.
“Oh, yes, right there! Oh god, you’re loving this aren’t you? Having a student laid out underneath you, begging you to touch him. It’s so wrong but it feel so, so go - ahh!” Kurt cries out as Blaine swipes his tongue over a nipple. “More, Blaine, please!”
“You sound absolutely fuckable when you beg,” Blaine growls.
“Kind of the point,” Kurt whimpers as Blaine begins to suck on his nipple while rolling the other one between his finger tips. “Blaine, please, I want you so badly!”
“Lube,” Blaine mumbles around Kurt’s nipple.
“Top - ah - top drawer!”
Blaine props himself up on an elbow and pulls the top drawer of the nightstand open, rummaging around until he finds an almost empty bottle of lube.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s been jerking off every night,” he says smugly.
“Shut up and fuck me,” is the wittiest response Kurt can come up with at the moment.
“Gladly,” Blaine says, popping open the cap and pouring a generous amount of lube over his fingers. He rubs his fingers together, trying to warm up the lube but Kurt is clearly getting impatient as he’s taken his cock in his hand and is stroking up and down with abandon.
Blaine shoves Kurt’s hand out of the way and replaces it with his own, stoking up and down slowly, watching as Kurt’s eyes go wide and his head tips back against the pillows. He starts teasing Kurt, rubbing one finger of his lubed-up hand gently against Kurt’s puckered hole, teasing the opening but not actually pushing him.
“Blaine, come on!” Kurt urges. “I want you to - yes!” he cries as Blaine shoves one finger in without any further warning. He crooks it upward, trying to loosen Kurt as much as he can in as little time as possible, because even though he likes teasing, he has to admit that he really just wants to fuck Kurt right now.
A second finger follows the first and soon Blaine is scissoring his fingers, stretching Kurt’s hole wider, imagining what it will feel like when his cock is in that tight heat.
Stills stroking Kurt’s cock, Blaine slips a third finger in, now thrusting his fingers in and out, enjoying the pink flush that is creeping up Kurt’s cheeks.
“You want me to fuck you now?” Blaine asks.
“Yes I want you to fuck me! Are you an idiot? How did you even become a pro - oh fuck yes!” Kurt screams as Blaine sinks into him.
Blaine pushes in all the way until his balls are flush up against Kurt’s body, then pulls out slowly until the head of his cock is just barley inside Kurt. He pushes in again and grunts, “So tight, Kurt, holy shit!”
“Stop going so slowly!” Kurt gasps. “Fuck me!”
Blaine thrusts into Kurt again, harder this time, and begins thrusting in and out of him at a faster pace, angling his hips upward, trying to hit that sweet spot.
“Yes, Blaine!” Kurt whimpers. “Blaine, oh my god, Blaine!”
“You sound so fucking sexy screaming my name,” Blaine groans. He’s pounding into Kurt now and Kurt is arching his back up, trying to get some friction on his cock. His hand reaches for his cock but Blaine’s hand snakes down his body and pushes it out of the way.
“Let me take care of you, baby.”
Supporting himself on one arm, Blaine continues to thrust in and out of Kurt while stroking the younger man’s cock, fueling himself on the whimpers and moans that keep escaping Kurt’s lips.
“Fuck, Blaine I’m so close!”
“Me too, Kurt, me too. God you feel so good around my cock. So tight and hot and - ”
“Oh, oh god, Blaine, I’m - ”
As Kurt comes hot and sticky all over his hand, Blaine’s grip tightens, stroking him through it.
Kurt’s muscles clench around Blaine’s cock and suddenly his orgasm is ripping through him, tearing a moan from his lips.
“Kurt, fucking yes!”
He thrusts once, twice, three more times before he’s spilling his seed inside Kurt and then he collapses on top of him, sated and out of breath.
He kisses Kurt softly on the lips before slipping out of him.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “Kurt that was - ”
“You’d better not say ‘a mistake’,” Kurt says threateningly.
“I was going to say, ‘the best orgasm I’ve ever had’,” he says defensively.
“Good,” Kurt replies, “Because I’m much too worn out to come up with any more diabolical schemes to make you want me.”
“But hopefully not too worn out for some coffee and maybe a proper date?”
“I think I can make that work. I know the perfect place. They’ll be happy to have one of their regulars back.”
“Mmmm,” Blaine murmurs in agreement. “But we can cuddle first, right? Because you should know that I’m a cuddler.”
“Hmm, naked cuddling,” Kurt says thoughtfully. “Yes, I think that’s a splendid idea.”
Class #8
When Blaine walks into his classroom the next week, he notices right away that there is a cup of Cream n’ Sugar coffee on everyone’s desk. Including his.
He flashes Kurt a small grin, and then begins his lecture.