Fic: In College You Know Who You Are (2/?)
Title: In College You Know Who You Are (2/?)
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kurt is bored in class so he texts Blaine for entertainment.
A/N: Written for a prompt on the kink meme. Full prompt with Part 1.
Warnings for this part: sexting and phone sex
Part 2: April 2013
Kurt was bored. He hated his history class with a burning passion because this woman made everything boring. They were learning about World War II and her droning voice seemed to suck all the action and violence out of the whole thing. Kurt could barely keep his eyes open. Unfortunately, every time Kurt’s mind begins to wander-- it wanders right back to Ohio. It had been a month since he went home and met Blaine at OSU and every second of that visit was ingrained in his mind.
The Saturday Kurt had went back to Lima with Finn to see his parents. Blaine had texted him a few times that day but Kurt was still surprised when he called on Sunday and asked if he’d like to go for coffee at the Lima Bean. Of course, they had barely even drank their coffee before they were in the back seat of Blaine’s car making out like horny teenagers. It had been very embarrassing to walk back into his fathers house with his pants sticky with come but he’d managed not to die of mortification. Then he’d flown back to New York Sunday afternoon.
Blaine was still texting him pretty regularly and Kurt was happy to have found a new friend. Especially a new friend who was so hot and good in bed. The unfortunate part was the 10 hour time difference. Kurt glanced up at his teacher and saw that she was still droning on and on With a sigh he pulled out his phone and found Blaine’s number.
Kurt:
Why is history so freaking boring?
Kurt sat his phone in his lap and tried to focus on what his professor was saying. He didn’t expect Blaine to text right back-- the other boy was probably in class right now too. He jumped a little when his phone vibrated against his leg.
Blaine:
The same reason biology is. We aren’t history or science majors. ;)
Kurt smiled and typed back quickly.
Kurt:
That is true. There has to be better things to do right now than listen to our professor ramble.
Kurt waited for his phone to light up again-- but is surprised when it happens almost immediately.
Blaine:
What are you wearing right now?
Kurt blushed and looked around the lecture hall. No one had noticed that he was texting. Actually, most people looked like they were sleeping.
Kurt:
Should I answer that seriously or just tell you that my jeans are too tight to wear underwear so I went commando?
Blaine:
Fuck, are you serious? There are so many things I want to do to you right now.
Kurt grinned and looked around again. He felt hot and flustered and more than a little turned on. It felt so naughty to be doing this in the middle of a 300 person lecture hall.
Kurt:
Like what? You’ll have to be more specific than that.
Blaine:
I cannot believe I’m doing this in my biology class but I can’t help it.
Blaine:
I know that the first thing I’d do is peel those jeans off of your hips because they would definitely be in the way.
Kurt:
No kiss hello? You’re such a romantic, Blaine. ;)
Blaine:
*blush* I think I’d be too distracted by how tight your jeans are. Your body is amazing, Kurt.
Kurt was sweating now. He glanced at his professor nervously and then the clock. 10 minutes left then he could go lock himself in a bathroom or something. His cock was straining against his jeans now and Blaine was still texting him.
Blaine:
As soon as I got your pants off I would wrap my lips around your cock. It felt so good in my mouth and I think about it all the time.
Kurt:
Fuck Blaine, you can’t say stuff like that. Now I’m hard in class.
Blaine:
God, me too. I need this class to be over… and I need my room to be empty or I will throw your brother out into the hall.
Kurt:
Please don’t talk about Finn while I’m this turned on Blaine!
Blaine:
Sorry, sorry! I’m serious though, as soon as this class is over, I am getting off.
Kurt stared at the clock, willing it to go faster. He felt as desperate as Blaine. Kurt had never felt this driven by his sexual urges. Even after he lost his virginity he wasn’t that interested in sex. He enjoyed it and he still masturbated on occasion-- but nothing like this. This past month had been exquisite torture. He couldn’t stop thinking about Blaine’s hands on his body and his cock inside of him. His professor dismissed them with a wave of her hand and Kurt grabbed his bag and bolted for the door. It was way too far to his apartment and he had another class in 40 minutes anyway. He instead walked as quickly as he could to the single stall bathroom on the third floor. There was mostly staff offices and the registrar up there so there was a lot less traffic. He locked himself inside and tossed his bag on the counter.
Kurt:
I’m alone now. These pants are horrible when I’m turned on.
Blaine:
My class still has 30 minutes. This is so not fair.
Kurt:
I have another class in about 30 minutes. I’m sorry Blaine but I have to take care of this now.
Blaine:
Fuck, I nearly just came in my pants thinking about you. I might have to slip out the door.
Blaine:
Kurt? Fuck, you’re masturbating, aren’t you?
Blaine:
I’m so leaving class.
Kurt heard his phone buzzing but he was too busy wiggling out of his jeans He refused to sit down on the toilet so he jumped up on the counter instead. He sat his phone on the surface beside him and jumped up onto it. He’d just wrapped his hand around his aching cock when his phone started vibrating again-- this time Blaine was calling.
“Hello?”
“Fuck Kurt, I could not sit in there for one more second. I want you so bad right now.” Blaine growled in his ear.
“God Blaine, I want you too. I want you inside of me.” Kurt knew it sounded cheesy but it was so fucking true. He thought about it all the time.
Kurt heard a Blaine fumbling with his keys then a door open and slam shut.
“Thank god the room is empty.” Blaine groaned, locking the door and throwing his stuff onto his bed.
Kurt didn’t answer verbally-- instead he moaned softly as he slowly stroked his cock. He was trying so hard to wait for Blaine.
“Are you touching yourself for me, baby?”
“Yes. I’m trying to wait for you to be ready but I’m so hard Blaine.” Kurt whined, bucking into his hand.
“It’s ok baby, you don’t have to wait for me. I’ll catch up.” Blaine promised, his voice low and gravelly.
Kurt bit his lip to muffle his groan as he tightened his grip and stroked himself firmly. He tried to imagine that it was Blaine’s hand touching him.
“Are you… are you touching yourself too Blaine? I need to know if you are too.” Kurt keened, his mind overloading with images of Blaine sprawled out on his bed and jerking off.
“Fuck yes baby, I can’t stop thinking about you. I wish you were here right now, riding my cock.”
Kurt whimpered and stroked himself harder.
“I’m so close Blaine.” He gasped.
“Me too, I want you to come for me Kurt. Let me hear you come.” Blaine begged, his voice breathy and panting.
“Fuck!” Kurt’s eyes slammed shut and his mouth fell open with a soft groan. He could hear Blaine moaning his name and Kurt gave into the fire at the base of his spine. He came so hard he thought he was going to fall off the counter. After a moment he took a deep breath and looked down at himself. He’d come all over his thighs but luckily he’d managed to keep his shirt clean. He slid off the counter onto wobbly legs and dampened a paper towel.
“Well, that was intense.” Blaine laughed softly.
“We cannot turn this into a habit, Blaine Anderson.” Kurt tried to sound stern but he was too relaxed from his orgasm so instead it just sounded fond.
“No we can’t. It was fun though.”
“It was. I have to get to class though. It’s halfway across campus. I’ll talk to you later.” Kurt said as he pulled his jeans back on.
“Alright. Bye Kurt.”
“Bye Blaine.”
Kurt made it to class with only a few minutes to spare. He sat his bag down on the floor and dug through his notebooks until he found the right one. He actually liked his literature class and he was prepared to pay attention. His phone vibrating in his pocket startled him.
Blaine:
Have fun in class. I’m done for the night so I think I’ll stay in and break out one of my toys. It’s been a while since I’ve have something inside of me.
Kurt gasped and felt his blood boil. The thoughts and images assailing his mind were so graphic and so hot… He shook his head sharply and opened his novel to the correct page as the professor started her lecture.
Kurt:
Keep pushing Anderson, and it’ll be a lot longer before you have *me* inside of you.
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Kurt is bored in class so he texts Blaine for entertainment.
A/N: Written for a prompt on the kink meme. Full prompt with Part 1.
Warnings for this part: sexting and phone sex
Part 2: April 2013
Kurt was bored. He hated his history class with a burning passion because this woman made everything boring. They were learning about World War II and her droning voice seemed to suck all the action and violence out of the whole thing. Kurt could barely keep his eyes open. Unfortunately, every time Kurt’s mind begins to wander-- it wanders right back to Ohio. It had been a month since he went home and met Blaine at OSU and every second of that visit was ingrained in his mind.
The Saturday Kurt had went back to Lima with Finn to see his parents. Blaine had texted him a few times that day but Kurt was still surprised when he called on Sunday and asked if he’d like to go for coffee at the Lima Bean. Of course, they had barely even drank their coffee before they were in the back seat of Blaine’s car making out like horny teenagers. It had been very embarrassing to walk back into his fathers house with his pants sticky with come but he’d managed not to die of mortification. Then he’d flown back to New York Sunday afternoon.
Blaine was still texting him pretty regularly and Kurt was happy to have found a new friend. Especially a new friend who was so hot and good in bed. The unfortunate part was the 10 hour time difference. Kurt glanced up at his teacher and saw that she was still droning on and on With a sigh he pulled out his phone and found Blaine’s number.
Kurt:
Why is history so freaking boring?
Kurt sat his phone in his lap and tried to focus on what his professor was saying. He didn’t expect Blaine to text right back-- the other boy was probably in class right now too. He jumped a little when his phone vibrated against his leg.
Blaine:
The same reason biology is. We aren’t history or science majors. ;)
Kurt smiled and typed back quickly.
Kurt:
That is true. There has to be better things to do right now than listen to our professor ramble.
Kurt waited for his phone to light up again-- but is surprised when it happens almost immediately.
Blaine:
What are you wearing right now?
Kurt blushed and looked around the lecture hall. No one had noticed that he was texting. Actually, most people looked like they were sleeping.
Kurt:
Should I answer that seriously or just tell you that my jeans are too tight to wear underwear so I went commando?
Blaine:
Fuck, are you serious? There are so many things I want to do to you right now.
Kurt grinned and looked around again. He felt hot and flustered and more than a little turned on. It felt so naughty to be doing this in the middle of a 300 person lecture hall.
Kurt:
Like what? You’ll have to be more specific than that.
Blaine:
I cannot believe I’m doing this in my biology class but I can’t help it.
Blaine:
I know that the first thing I’d do is peel those jeans off of your hips because they would definitely be in the way.
Kurt:
No kiss hello? You’re such a romantic, Blaine. ;)
Blaine:
*blush* I think I’d be too distracted by how tight your jeans are. Your body is amazing, Kurt.
Kurt was sweating now. He glanced at his professor nervously and then the clock. 10 minutes left then he could go lock himself in a bathroom or something. His cock was straining against his jeans now and Blaine was still texting him.
Blaine:
As soon as I got your pants off I would wrap my lips around your cock. It felt so good in my mouth and I think about it all the time.
Kurt:
Fuck Blaine, you can’t say stuff like that. Now I’m hard in class.
Blaine:
God, me too. I need this class to be over… and I need my room to be empty or I will throw your brother out into the hall.
Kurt:
Please don’t talk about Finn while I’m this turned on Blaine!
Blaine:
Sorry, sorry! I’m serious though, as soon as this class is over, I am getting off.
Kurt stared at the clock, willing it to go faster. He felt as desperate as Blaine. Kurt had never felt this driven by his sexual urges. Even after he lost his virginity he wasn’t that interested in sex. He enjoyed it and he still masturbated on occasion-- but nothing like this. This past month had been exquisite torture. He couldn’t stop thinking about Blaine’s hands on his body and his cock inside of him. His professor dismissed them with a wave of her hand and Kurt grabbed his bag and bolted for the door. It was way too far to his apartment and he had another class in 40 minutes anyway. He instead walked as quickly as he could to the single stall bathroom on the third floor. There was mostly staff offices and the registrar up there so there was a lot less traffic. He locked himself inside and tossed his bag on the counter.
Kurt:
I’m alone now. These pants are horrible when I’m turned on.
Blaine:
My class still has 30 minutes. This is so not fair.
Kurt:
I have another class in about 30 minutes. I’m sorry Blaine but I have to take care of this now.
Blaine:
Fuck, I nearly just came in my pants thinking about you. I might have to slip out the door.
Blaine:
Kurt? Fuck, you’re masturbating, aren’t you?
Blaine:
I’m so leaving class.
Kurt heard his phone buzzing but he was too busy wiggling out of his jeans He refused to sit down on the toilet so he jumped up on the counter instead. He sat his phone on the surface beside him and jumped up onto it. He’d just wrapped his hand around his aching cock when his phone started vibrating again-- this time Blaine was calling.
“Hello?”
“Fuck Kurt, I could not sit in there for one more second. I want you so bad right now.” Blaine growled in his ear.
“God Blaine, I want you too. I want you inside of me.” Kurt knew it sounded cheesy but it was so fucking true. He thought about it all the time.
Kurt heard a Blaine fumbling with his keys then a door open and slam shut.
“Thank god the room is empty.” Blaine groaned, locking the door and throwing his stuff onto his bed.
Kurt didn’t answer verbally-- instead he moaned softly as he slowly stroked his cock. He was trying so hard to wait for Blaine.
“Are you touching yourself for me, baby?”
“Yes. I’m trying to wait for you to be ready but I’m so hard Blaine.” Kurt whined, bucking into his hand.
“It’s ok baby, you don’t have to wait for me. I’ll catch up.” Blaine promised, his voice low and gravelly.
Kurt bit his lip to muffle his groan as he tightened his grip and stroked himself firmly. He tried to imagine that it was Blaine’s hand touching him.
“Are you… are you touching yourself too Blaine? I need to know if you are too.” Kurt keened, his mind overloading with images of Blaine sprawled out on his bed and jerking off.
“Fuck yes baby, I can’t stop thinking about you. I wish you were here right now, riding my cock.”
Kurt whimpered and stroked himself harder.
“I’m so close Blaine.” He gasped.
“Me too, I want you to come for me Kurt. Let me hear you come.” Blaine begged, his voice breathy and panting.
“Fuck!” Kurt’s eyes slammed shut and his mouth fell open with a soft groan. He could hear Blaine moaning his name and Kurt gave into the fire at the base of his spine. He came so hard he thought he was going to fall off the counter. After a moment he took a deep breath and looked down at himself. He’d come all over his thighs but luckily he’d managed to keep his shirt clean. He slid off the counter onto wobbly legs and dampened a paper towel.
“Well, that was intense.” Blaine laughed softly.
“We cannot turn this into a habit, Blaine Anderson.” Kurt tried to sound stern but he was too relaxed from his orgasm so instead it just sounded fond.
“No we can’t. It was fun though.”
“It was. I have to get to class though. It’s halfway across campus. I’ll talk to you later.” Kurt said as he pulled his jeans back on.
“Alright. Bye Kurt.”
“Bye Blaine.”
Kurt made it to class with only a few minutes to spare. He sat his bag down on the floor and dug through his notebooks until he found the right one. He actually liked his literature class and he was prepared to pay attention. His phone vibrating in his pocket startled him.
Blaine:
Have fun in class. I’m done for the night so I think I’ll stay in and break out one of my toys. It’s been a while since I’ve have something inside of me.
Kurt gasped and felt his blood boil. The thoughts and images assailing his mind were so graphic and so hot… He shook his head sharply and opened his novel to the correct page as the professor started her lecture.
Kurt:
Keep pushing Anderson, and it’ll be a lot longer before you have *me* inside of you.