Fic: In College You Know Who You Are (6/?)
Title: In College You Know Who You Are (6/?)
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: So begins the 3 weeks of kink. While on Christmas break, the boys try out a few new things in the bedroom.
A/N: Written for a prompt on the kink meme. Full prompt with Part 1 .
Warnings for this part: topping from the bottom!Kurt, come-play, slight D/s
Part 6: December 2013
“So Finn was telling me about high school the other day and he said you were the kicker for the football team.” Blaine said, grinning at Kurt.
“I was but only for one game.”
“He said you danced to Beyonce before you kicked the ball.”
“I did. It was fabulous.”
“There is no way. I can’t believe you said that with a straight face.” Blaine’s shook his head in disbelief.
“You don’t believe me?” Kurt arched one eyebrow delicately and grabbed his laptop.
“No, I don’t. I can’t believe that any coach in Ohio would let you perform a dance number before kicking the winning field goal.”
Kurt’s fingers flew over the keys and for a moment the only sound in the room was Kurt typing. Then he turned the laptop around to face Blaine.
“Seeing is believing.” Kurt smirked, pressing play.
Beyonce’s hit Single Ladies burst from the speakers as Blaine’s jaw dropped. There was tiny little Kurt dancing in the middle of a football field. As the number came to a close, Blaine watched him take a deep breath then kick the ball. The cheers were so loud that the speakers rattled but Blaine was too shocked to really notice. Kurt chuckled softly at his boyfriend before grabbing the computer and typing again.
“That is amazing Kurt. How did you convince them to let you do that?”
“They were desperate. Here, watch this one. I got caught making this by my dad and he was really confused by it. Brittany told him I was practicing for football so I had to get on the team afterwards.”
The song started again and Blaine was transfixed. Kurt looked so… young. His face was rounder, his body softer. He could barely believe that the boy on the screen was the same Kurt he was dating. The clip wasn’t very long but Blaine’s eyes stayed on the screen even after the song ended.
“Wow, Kurt… I can’t believe that’s you. Oh my god, you were so cute!” Blaine smiled suddenly.
“Yes, I was like a 12 year old milk maid. Those were my baby penguin days-- I like to think that I’m much sexier now.” Kurt said haughtily.
“Of course you are sweetheart. You’re still really cute too.” Blaine giggled.
Kurt glared at his boyfriend for a moment.
“Surely you’re not implying that I lack sex appeal.”
“I would never say that, Kurt! You just look so sweet and blushy all the time. I think you’re very sexy and cute.” Blaine back-pedaled, trying to keep himself out of trouble.
“Take off your clothes and go sit up against the headboard.” Kurt snapped, picking up his laptop and sitting it on the desk.
“Kurt…?”
“Now, Blaine or you are not getting laid.” Kurt growled.
Blaine undressed in record time and settled against the headboard as instructed. Kurt strode over to his closet and dug through his clothes until he found his shiny black vest and tie. The leotard would never fit him now and it would be too much of a hindrance anyway. He stripped down to just his black briefs then pulled on the vest and tie. Kurt knew his outfit still needed something though. He glanced around his closet until his knee high doc martins caught his eye. He pulled the boots on and looked at himself in his full length mirror. His outfit was perfect. Blaine was never going to think he was “cute” ever again.
“Close your eyes-- and if you peek? You will go sleep on the couch.”
Blaine closed his eyes so tightly that his entire face scrunched up. Kurt laughed at him as he skittered over to the desk and cued up the music. Single Ladies started to play and Kurt took his place in the center of the room.
“You can open your eyes now, Blaine.”
Blaine’s eyes opened--then shot wide. Kurt smirked at his reaction and began to dance, his body remembering the dance moves easily. Blaine’s eyes followed his every move, and just the feeling of them made his cock start to harden in his briefs. Kurt moved closer and closer to the bed with each step until he was close enough to see Blaine’s hands fisted in his comforter. Kurt shimmied out of his underwear and kicked the black material across the floor. Then he crawled onto the bed, his body still moving with the music. Blaine groaned softly and reached out to touch him but Kurt pulled away.
“Not yet Blaine. I’m still performing.” Kurt purred, batting at his hands.
Blaine pouted and flopped back against the headboard. Kurt smirked at him and leaned over to grab the lube out of the bedside drawer. Blaine’s eyes, if possible, widened even further when Kurt poured lube on his own fingers then reached between his legs.
“Fuck Kurt…” Blaine whimpered, grabbing his cock and squeezing around the base.
“Do I need to put a ring on you?” Kurt asked breathlessly as he pressed two fingers inside of himself.
“I can’t believe you can make jokes at a time like this.” Blaine gritted out between clenched teeth.
Kurt smiled wolfishly and let his eyes slip shut. His fingers felt great inside of him and he pushed them deeper, enjoying the burning stretch the intrusion caused. He twisted his wrist, corkscrewing his fingers and massaging his inner walls. He could feel his body clenching tight around him and he wanted more. He pulled his fingers out and added a little more lube before slowly pressing three fingers inside. The burn was more fierce this time but it was so worth it when Blaine growled from the head of the bed. He paused to get his bearings for a moment, then pulled his fingers out and thrust them back in sharply. Kurt moaned and let his head fall back as he ground down against his fingers, fucking himself hard and rough. He could hear Blaine mumbling and whimpering but he tuned it out, focusing on the hot pressure inside of him. He kept up the pace until he felt his orgasm beginning to simmer low in his spine-- then he pulled his hands away and crawled up the bed to kiss Blaine.
Blaine’s hands shot out and tangled in his hair tightly, holding him close and kissing him desperately. Kurt positioned himself over Blaine’s cock then groped blindly for the lube. He found it after a moment and struggled to pour more on his hand without interrupting their kiss. With an impatient growl, Kurt pulled away and focused on lubing Blaine’s cock. The other boy was practically useless now, head thrown back against the headboard and his hands gripping Kurt’s thighs tightly. Kurt pressed the head of Blaine’s cock against his hole and slowly sank down onto it.
“Fuck…” Blaine gasped, his hips twitching restlessly.
“You stay still. I got this.”
Kurt put his hands on Blaine’s shoulders for balanced then began to swivel his hips in small circles. Blaine’s head thumped back against the headboard and his eyes slammed shut. Kurt snickered and twisted his hips a bit more, clenching his muscles around Blaine’s dick with every completed rotation. Blaine was obviously overwhelmed-- and that was saying something. Blaine was very serious about active participation in the bedroom but Kurt had reduced him to groaning mess.
“So close Kurt. You’re so fucking hot and I can’t believe you can dance like that and fuck…” Blaine moaned loudly and squeezed Kurt’s hips so hard that he knew there’d be deep purple bruises there tomorrow.
“So you think I’m sexy?” Kurt murmured hot against his ear.
“God yes Kurt. So fucking sexy.” Blaine gasped.
“Come for me Blaine, come inside of me.”
Blaine whimpered and thrust upwards as hard as he could. Kurt felt heat spread hot and wet inside of him and moaned. He kept moving on Blaine’s dick even when the other boy whimpered at the over-sensitivity. He could feel his own orgasm threatening to over take him-- and he forced himself to stop rocking. Kurt lifted up on his knees and let Blaine’s cock slip out of him. Blaine immediately reached around to press his fingers into Kurt’s stretched hole. He could feel his own come hot inside of Kurt and he felt his dick give a half-hearted twitch. Kurt grabbed Blaine’s wrist and pulled his fingers free and dragged them across Blaine’s thighs. Kurt watched them leave sticky trails of come in their wake and groaned. Kurt wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it roughly, he needed to come now. Blaine scooted down the headboard just enough to let Kurt settle on his lower abdomen and pulled him down close. Kurt could feel come leaking out of his ass and coating Blaine’s stomach messily-- and it was enough to drive Kurt over the edge.
“Fuck, Blaine!” Kurt shouted as he shot thickly over his fingers, streaking Blaine’s chest with come.
Kurt leaned back against Blaine’s raised knees and tried to regain his breath. Blaine was staring up at him dopily and Kurt rolled his eyes.
“You are so fucking sexy Kurt Hummel.”
“I’m aware. I’m glad you finally got the memo.” Kurt sniffed.
“Oh trust me, I already knew. I just like to push your buttons.” Blaine smirked mischievously.
“So it was all an elaborate plan?”
“Well, I can’t give away all my secrets but suffice to say-- I knew you’d want to prove your sexiness to me.”
Kurt stared at him for a moment before something clicked in his head.
“Finn! Finn told you about the videos and showed you them already, didn’t he?”
Blaine laughed.
“Yeah, we were talking about weird things that happened in high school and he told me about your dance winning the game. After I saw them-- I knew exactly what I had to do.”
“You are such an ass, Blaine Anderson.” Kurt huffed, dragging himself out of bed and towards the bathroom.
“Yeah but you love my ass.” Blaine chuckled, following Kurt.
When Blaine entered the bathroom he found Kurt standing in the middle of the room staring at him with wide eyes.
“But you really do think I’m sexy.” Kurt asked, his voice pitched low and nervous.
“I think you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met in my life. You’re beautiful, perfect and fucking hot as hell.” Blaine answered him honestly, reaching out to hug him.
Kurt held up one perfectly manicured hand to stop him.
“You’re covered in come. You can hug me after we shower.”
Author: Magick
Rating: NC-17
Summary: So begins the 3 weeks of kink. While on Christmas break, the boys try out a few new things in the bedroom.
A/N: Written for a prompt on the kink meme. Full prompt with Part 1 .
Warnings for this part: topping from the bottom!Kurt, come-play, slight D/s
Part 6: December 2013
“So Finn was telling me about high school the other day and he said you were the kicker for the football team.” Blaine said, grinning at Kurt.
“I was but only for one game.”
“He said you danced to Beyonce before you kicked the ball.”
“I did. It was fabulous.”
“There is no way. I can’t believe you said that with a straight face.” Blaine’s shook his head in disbelief.
“You don’t believe me?” Kurt arched one eyebrow delicately and grabbed his laptop.
“No, I don’t. I can’t believe that any coach in Ohio would let you perform a dance number before kicking the winning field goal.”
Kurt’s fingers flew over the keys and for a moment the only sound in the room was Kurt typing. Then he turned the laptop around to face Blaine.
“Seeing is believing.” Kurt smirked, pressing play.
Beyonce’s hit Single Ladies burst from the speakers as Blaine’s jaw dropped. There was tiny little Kurt dancing in the middle of a football field. As the number came to a close, Blaine watched him take a deep breath then kick the ball. The cheers were so loud that the speakers rattled but Blaine was too shocked to really notice. Kurt chuckled softly at his boyfriend before grabbing the computer and typing again.
“That is amazing Kurt. How did you convince them to let you do that?”
“They were desperate. Here, watch this one. I got caught making this by my dad and he was really confused by it. Brittany told him I was practicing for football so I had to get on the team afterwards.”
The song started again and Blaine was transfixed. Kurt looked so… young. His face was rounder, his body softer. He could barely believe that the boy on the screen was the same Kurt he was dating. The clip wasn’t very long but Blaine’s eyes stayed on the screen even after the song ended.
“Wow, Kurt… I can’t believe that’s you. Oh my god, you were so cute!” Blaine smiled suddenly.
“Yes, I was like a 12 year old milk maid. Those were my baby penguin days-- I like to think that I’m much sexier now.” Kurt said haughtily.
“Of course you are sweetheart. You’re still really cute too.” Blaine giggled.
Kurt glared at his boyfriend for a moment.
“Surely you’re not implying that I lack sex appeal.”
“I would never say that, Kurt! You just look so sweet and blushy all the time. I think you’re very sexy and cute.” Blaine back-pedaled, trying to keep himself out of trouble.
“Take off your clothes and go sit up against the headboard.” Kurt snapped, picking up his laptop and sitting it on the desk.
“Kurt…?”
“Now, Blaine or you are not getting laid.” Kurt growled.
Blaine undressed in record time and settled against the headboard as instructed. Kurt strode over to his closet and dug through his clothes until he found his shiny black vest and tie. The leotard would never fit him now and it would be too much of a hindrance anyway. He stripped down to just his black briefs then pulled on the vest and tie. Kurt knew his outfit still needed something though. He glanced around his closet until his knee high doc martins caught his eye. He pulled the boots on and looked at himself in his full length mirror. His outfit was perfect. Blaine was never going to think he was “cute” ever again.
“Close your eyes-- and if you peek? You will go sleep on the couch.”
Blaine closed his eyes so tightly that his entire face scrunched up. Kurt laughed at him as he skittered over to the desk and cued up the music. Single Ladies started to play and Kurt took his place in the center of the room.
“You can open your eyes now, Blaine.”
Blaine’s eyes opened--then shot wide. Kurt smirked at his reaction and began to dance, his body remembering the dance moves easily. Blaine’s eyes followed his every move, and just the feeling of them made his cock start to harden in his briefs. Kurt moved closer and closer to the bed with each step until he was close enough to see Blaine’s hands fisted in his comforter. Kurt shimmied out of his underwear and kicked the black material across the floor. Then he crawled onto the bed, his body still moving with the music. Blaine groaned softly and reached out to touch him but Kurt pulled away.
“Not yet Blaine. I’m still performing.” Kurt purred, batting at his hands.
Blaine pouted and flopped back against the headboard. Kurt smirked at him and leaned over to grab the lube out of the bedside drawer. Blaine’s eyes, if possible, widened even further when Kurt poured lube on his own fingers then reached between his legs.
“Fuck Kurt…” Blaine whimpered, grabbing his cock and squeezing around the base.
“Do I need to put a ring on you?” Kurt asked breathlessly as he pressed two fingers inside of himself.
“I can’t believe you can make jokes at a time like this.” Blaine gritted out between clenched teeth.
Kurt smiled wolfishly and let his eyes slip shut. His fingers felt great inside of him and he pushed them deeper, enjoying the burning stretch the intrusion caused. He twisted his wrist, corkscrewing his fingers and massaging his inner walls. He could feel his body clenching tight around him and he wanted more. He pulled his fingers out and added a little more lube before slowly pressing three fingers inside. The burn was more fierce this time but it was so worth it when Blaine growled from the head of the bed. He paused to get his bearings for a moment, then pulled his fingers out and thrust them back in sharply. Kurt moaned and let his head fall back as he ground down against his fingers, fucking himself hard and rough. He could hear Blaine mumbling and whimpering but he tuned it out, focusing on the hot pressure inside of him. He kept up the pace until he felt his orgasm beginning to simmer low in his spine-- then he pulled his hands away and crawled up the bed to kiss Blaine.
Blaine’s hands shot out and tangled in his hair tightly, holding him close and kissing him desperately. Kurt positioned himself over Blaine’s cock then groped blindly for the lube. He found it after a moment and struggled to pour more on his hand without interrupting their kiss. With an impatient growl, Kurt pulled away and focused on lubing Blaine’s cock. The other boy was practically useless now, head thrown back against the headboard and his hands gripping Kurt’s thighs tightly. Kurt pressed the head of Blaine’s cock against his hole and slowly sank down onto it.
“Fuck…” Blaine gasped, his hips twitching restlessly.
“You stay still. I got this.”
Kurt put his hands on Blaine’s shoulders for balanced then began to swivel his hips in small circles. Blaine’s head thumped back against the headboard and his eyes slammed shut. Kurt snickered and twisted his hips a bit more, clenching his muscles around Blaine’s dick with every completed rotation. Blaine was obviously overwhelmed-- and that was saying something. Blaine was very serious about active participation in the bedroom but Kurt had reduced him to groaning mess.
“So close Kurt. You’re so fucking hot and I can’t believe you can dance like that and fuck…” Blaine moaned loudly and squeezed Kurt’s hips so hard that he knew there’d be deep purple bruises there tomorrow.
“So you think I’m sexy?” Kurt murmured hot against his ear.
“God yes Kurt. So fucking sexy.” Blaine gasped.
“Come for me Blaine, come inside of me.”
Blaine whimpered and thrust upwards as hard as he could. Kurt felt heat spread hot and wet inside of him and moaned. He kept moving on Blaine’s dick even when the other boy whimpered at the over-sensitivity. He could feel his own orgasm threatening to over take him-- and he forced himself to stop rocking. Kurt lifted up on his knees and let Blaine’s cock slip out of him. Blaine immediately reached around to press his fingers into Kurt’s stretched hole. He could feel his own come hot inside of Kurt and he felt his dick give a half-hearted twitch. Kurt grabbed Blaine’s wrist and pulled his fingers free and dragged them across Blaine’s thighs. Kurt watched them leave sticky trails of come in their wake and groaned. Kurt wrapped his hand around his cock and stroked it roughly, he needed to come now. Blaine scooted down the headboard just enough to let Kurt settle on his lower abdomen and pulled him down close. Kurt could feel come leaking out of his ass and coating Blaine’s stomach messily-- and it was enough to drive Kurt over the edge.
“Fuck, Blaine!” Kurt shouted as he shot thickly over his fingers, streaking Blaine’s chest with come.
Kurt leaned back against Blaine’s raised knees and tried to regain his breath. Blaine was staring up at him dopily and Kurt rolled his eyes.
“You are so fucking sexy Kurt Hummel.”
“I’m aware. I’m glad you finally got the memo.” Kurt sniffed.
“Oh trust me, I already knew. I just like to push your buttons.” Blaine smirked mischievously.
“So it was all an elaborate plan?”
“Well, I can’t give away all my secrets but suffice to say-- I knew you’d want to prove your sexiness to me.”
Kurt stared at him for a moment before something clicked in his head.
“Finn! Finn told you about the videos and showed you them already, didn’t he?”
Blaine laughed.
“Yeah, we were talking about weird things that happened in high school and he told me about your dance winning the game. After I saw them-- I knew exactly what I had to do.”
“You are such an ass, Blaine Anderson.” Kurt huffed, dragging himself out of bed and towards the bathroom.
“Yeah but you love my ass.” Blaine chuckled, following Kurt.
When Blaine entered the bathroom he found Kurt standing in the middle of the room staring at him with wide eyes.
“But you really do think I’m sexy.” Kurt asked, his voice pitched low and nervous.
“I think you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met in my life. You’re beautiful, perfect and fucking hot as hell.” Blaine answered him honestly, reaching out to hug him.
Kurt held up one perfectly manicured hand to stop him.
“You’re covered in come. You can hug me after we shower.”