Fic: So about my message...
Title: So about my message…
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Klaine
Summary: Blaine’s text at the end of “Dance with Somebody” was very suggestive- and he reminds Kurt about it after the rest of their friends leave the auditorium. Then they have sex. On the piano.
“So about my message…” Blaine trailed off hopefully, eying the way that Kurt was spread out on the piano.
“It was very spontaneous… of you, that’s for sure.”
“I was serious though. I want you and I came prepared. I have supplies in my bag.” Blaine blushed a little but tried to keep his eyes on Kurt. He wanted Kurt to know how serious he was.
“Just like a boy scout.” Kurt murmured.
“Yeah, without the uniform though. That would be awkward.”
Kurt laughed and dropped back so that he was flat on the piano.
“I really like you in a uniform, remember? I fell for you at Dalton.”
“Hopefully it’s not just the uniform that attracted you to me.” Blaine took a deep breath then climbed up on the piano with Kurt.
Kurt’s eyes went wide and he stared at Blaine in shock. Blaine couldn’t stop the smug grin that stretched across his face. He didn’t want Kurt to ever feel bored with him again. He straddled Kurt’s lap and sighed when their bodies lined up perfectly from chest to groin. Blaine had missed this just as much as Kurt had-- he’d fought it though. Now he realized that he needed to take advantage of all the time they had left before Kurt went away to college.
“Blaine? Are we doing what I think we’re doing?” Kurt asked, his voice breathy and excited.
“Yeah, yeah we are. I want you so much Kurt. I need you to touch me.” Blaine whispered.
“God Blaine, I’ve missed you.” Kurt groaned, grabbing Blaine’s hips and pulling him down against him.
Blaine stopped Kurt from saying more-- they’d both already said enough-- by capturing Kurt’s lips in a heated kiss. He poured everything into it, all the desire, need and fear he’d felt this past month. Kurt moaned and deepened the kiss, tangling his hand in Blaine’s gelled curls and plunging his tongue into his mouth.
Blaine fumbled with the buttons on Kurt’s vest and pushed it off his shoulders. He they couldn’t get completely naked here but he wanted as few layers between them as possible. Kurt jerked Blaine’s striped sweater off and let it fall with his vest. He slid his hands under Blaine’s undershirt and whined high in his throat. They both wanted more skin, more closeness, but there would be time for that later. Right now there was a feverish need under their skin and they followed it’s direction without question. There was a tricky moment when they both had to removed their pants without falling off the piano but after that it was easy for Blaine to grab the lube out of his bag and quickly slick Kurt’s fingers.
“You don’t have to be gentle, I just need you. Please Kurt.” Blaine panted, spreading his knees wider over Kurt’s lap.
Kurt bit his lip and nodded. Then he pressed two fingers against Blaine’s hole. It resisted at first, his fingers only spreading lube around it, but then Blaine took a deep breath and Kurt felt him open up under his fingers. He slid inside as gently as he could. He wanted to prepare Blaine as quickly as he could but he didn’t want to hurt him-- no matter what Blaine had told him. Blaine keened and pushed back against him. Kurt twisted his fingers and scissored them, forcing Blaine to open up for him.
“Another Kurt, please another.”
Kurt pulled back to add more lube to his hand then pressed three fingers inside of Blaine. It was a tight fit-- this was the quickest Kurt had ever prepped him-- but Blaine wasn’t complaining. He rocked back against his hand, eager to feel the stretching burn shoot up his spine. He wanted to feel this all day-- even when he was alone in bed later that night. Blaine forced himself to open his eyes so he could dig through their clothes to find the condom he’d stashed in his pocket and ripped it open with his teeth. He rolled it over Kurt’s leaking erection while Kurt continued pump his fingers and in and out of his stretched hole. Blaine whimpered at Kurt and pushed him back until he was once again flat against the piano.
Kurt watched with heavy lidded eyes as Blaine slicked lube over his cock then positioned himself above it. Blaine’s eyes fluttered shut as he slowly sank down on Kurt’s throbbed dick but Kurt forced his to stay open. Blaine was perfect like this. His stomach and thigh muscles rippled with exertion and his whole body was covered with a fine sheen of sweat. Kurt clawed at Blaine’s undershirt until Blaine finally gave in and jerked it over his head.
“God Blaine, you look so perfect like this.” Kurt groaned, gripping Blaine’s hips tightly.
Blaine growled and leaned down to kiss Kurt messily before lifting himself up. Kurt waited, holding his breath as Blaine braced himself to sink back down. Blaine groaned throatily and let his head fall back as he repeated the motion.
“Harder.” Kurt gasped.
Blaine nodded and picked up the pace. He slammed himself down on Kurt’s cock over and over, rocking the piano noisily. Blaine felt like his nerve endings were on fire and he reached down to grasp Kurt’s shoulders. The touch was grounding and It made him feel more connected to the boy underneath him. He needed to feel as connected to Kurt as he could be.
“I never want this to end.” Blaine whined. He could feel his orgasm building and he tried to fight the sensation but it was overwhelming.
“It won’t Blaine. We have the rest of our lives.” Kurt promised, his voice raspy and soft.
Blaine cried out brokenly and let himself fall down across Kurt’s body. He pressed his face into the crook of Kurt’s shoulder and kissed every bit of skin he could find. Kurt forced a hand between their bodies and wrapped his hand around Blaine’s neglected erection. Blaine whimpered high in his throat and backed hard.
“Now come for me, Blaine. Show me how much you love feeling me inside of you.” Kurt demanded. He twisted his hand along the sensitive underside of Blaine’s cock as he spoke-- causing Blaine to cry out sharply.
Blaine slammed down on his cock again as his back arched and his whole body went taut. Kurt could feel Blaine’s cock pulsing in his hand and he had a fleeting thought about the state of his shirt but then Blaine was squeezing down around him and his own release ripped through him. They slumped together on the piano in a tangle of limbs and clothes. Blaine’s breathing returned to normal first and he chuckled roughly.
“Oh my god, I cannot believe we just did that.”
“I can. I’ve wanted to have sex on this stage for the past three years. The piano was just an added bonus.” Kurt laughed as Blaine rolled off of him.
“What about me? Was I an added bonus?” Blaine asked softly.
No, you are the only person I ever want to have sex with-- on stage or not.” Kurt answered, a sincere smile crossing his face.
“I love you.”
“I love you too.” Kurt gave him a quick before grabbing his clothes.
They walked out to Kurt’s navigator hand in hand, ready to face whatever came next.