Scavenger Hunt Comment Meme (Round 1)
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They're in Blaine's room on a Saturday in early October, talking about weird stuff they've seen on the Internet.
Kurt quirked an eyebrow. "Really. Do tell."
"It's an instructional video," Blaine says. He closes his eyes and covers his face with his hands, tipping his face toward the ceiling. He speaks through the gesture, so his voice comes out muffled. "It's about how to give someone a hypnotic orgasm." He lowers his head and peeks at Kurt through his fingers.
Kurt's mouth drops open. "You're not serious."
Blaine runs his fingers through his hair and closes his eyes again. "I know. Stupid, right? I don't know what I was thinking. So... you want to watch it?"
Kurt starts to laugh. "God, Blaine. What were you thinking?"
"I don't know." Blaine can't look at him. "I thought... I just thought... we don't have to."
Kurt shakes his head. "Put it in. Never let it be said that I'm not curious about new forms of theater."
Blaine's face is bright red, but he grabs his laptop and slides the DVD into the drive. Kurt smirks. Evidently, Blaine finds some things worth pursuing no matter how much ridicule they might subject him to.
It's a male hypnotist with a bunch of women and it's more pornographic than instructional, and Kurt wants to cover his ears and close his eyes except for the expression on Blaine's face. His boyfriend is watching intently, hanging on every word.
"Aren't you going to take notes?" Kurt asks drily.
"Came with a manual," Blaine mumbles. He passes Kurt a three-ring binder without taking his eyes off the laptop screen. Kurt doesn't open it right away because that would mean taking his eyes off Blaine, and he's not ready to do that yet. Blaine's forehead furrows quizzically and his tongue pokes past his lips in concentration.
"I'm not sure this is very instructional," Kurt says.
Blaine squeezes Kurt's knee to shush him.
"You don't really expect this to work," Kurt says.
Blaine pats his leg absently.
Kurt sighs, and begins to flip through the manual. The binder is cheap, with a bad photocopy of a giant O slid into the transparent plastic cover. There's a cheesy spiral pinwheeling in the center of the O backgrounding Hypnotic Orgasms. Kurt wonders how it could possibly be any more cliché. There's a few pages of information, then what looks like a script, except it's single spaced, then a few pages of Q & A. The entire document is rife with typos.
The video comes to an end and Blaine turns to Kurt hesitantly. "What do you think?"
"I think it's ridiculous. You can't honestly expect this to work."
"Why not?"
Kurt rolls his eyes.
Blaine pushes the laptop off to the side and lies back, hands clasped across his chest. "Come on. Hypnotize me. It's all right there. All you have to do is read it."
"Fine. Close your eyes."
Blaine closes his eyes, a small, contented smile playing across his lips.
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He reads from the photocopied pages, lifting Blaine's hands and dropping them, guiding Blaine down a staircase (optional) and making him count backward. Blaine's voice gets drowsy and slurred.
"My hand is going to move from your shoulder to your wrist," Kurt says. "It'll take an hour. Someone is sucking your cock for that hour. By the time my hand gets to your wrist, you'll be ready to come. Every minute that passes, you get more and more turned on, but they won't let you come." He drags his hand down from Blaine's shoulder. "Ten minutes..." He pauses and looks at his watch. Ten seconds later, he says, "Twenty minutes...more and more turned on..."
He pauses ten seconds before announcing the next ten-minute increment. Blaine's face is getting flushed and his breathing is quickening. Kurt swallows, and watches as Blaine's hand drifts down to the erection forming in his pants. He's pretty sure that's not supposed to happen. He frantically pages through the next couple of pages of the script.
"Um... your arms are getting really heavy and they stick to the bed underneath you," he says. He watches in astonishment as Blaine's hand stops midway down his torso and falls to his side. A tiny line appears between his eyebrows and he makes a puzzled noise. His shoulders twist a bit as he tries to sit up, then falls back on the bed. He whimpers and sucks his lower lip into his mouth, then tries again to shove himself off the bed, grunting. He falls back once more and freezes for a moment before he lets out a long, shuddering gasp and his hips begin to rock gently against nothing.
Kurt's breath catches in his throat. "Thirty minutes... more and more turned on."
Blaine's erection is straining at the front of his jeans. He's breathing hard and his eyes are squeezed tight. His jaw is clenched and cords of muscle are standing out in his neck. The sleeves of his T-shirt are hugging his biceps as he continues He's making intense moaning, gasping sounds, and his hips are still rocking gently.
"Forty minutes," Kurt says, and Blaine moans, arching his back. When he's lying flat again, his hips aren't thrusting as much. "Tell me what's going on," Kurt says, breathlessly curious.
Blaine lets out a long whine and Kurt's cock throbs. He swallows hard. "Blaine, what's going on?"
Blaine's whole body stiffens, then relaxes. He rolls his head from side to side, and when he speaks, his voice is choked. "Kurt's sucking my dick."
"Where are you?"
"Don't know. It's dark. I can't move. Tied up. He's touching me everywhere. Lots of hands. All over me. Want to come so bad." He cries out loudly, his face contorting.
"Blaine, are you okay? What happened?" Kurt flips to the Q & A section. He'd seen something about what to do if someone freaks out. He shifts his position, pulling at his crotch to give his cock more room, but it's still painfully hard.
"P-p-pinched me," Blaine whispers. Beads of sweat make his hair loosen heavily.
"Fifty minutes," Kurt manages to say. "It's going to feel so good to finally come, isn't it?"
Blaine utters a long, desperate moan that breaks off as he pants for air, chest and stomach heaving, every muscle drawn. Kurt thinks Blaine's going to hyperventilate. "An hour, Blaine. It's been an hour, and in a moment I'm going to let you come. I'm going to count to three, and on the count of three, you're going to come. Do you understand?"
Blaine jerked his head in sloppy assent.
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"Three," Kurt counts, and Blaine orgasms with a half-groan, half-shout as he jack-knifes off the bed. Kurt wishes he'd had the courage or presence of mind to unbutton Blaine's jeans. He wants to see Blaine's cock pulsing and spurting semen without being touched. He reaches out and gives Blaine's shoulder a soft squeeze. Blaine's eyes open and he looks at Kurt fuzzily. "Are you okay?" Kurt asks.
"Kiss me," Blaine pleads.
Kurt leans down and kisses Blaine. His lips are soft and yielding and his breath catches on every exhale. Kurt cups his face and runs his thumb over his cheekbone. "I'm going to count to three and you'll be wide awake, back in the room, and feeling fine. You'll remember everything. One, two, three."
The loose, boneless, post-orgasm posture disappears and Blaine tenses. He covers his face with his hands and simply breathes. Kurt keeps stroking his arm in long, soothing motions. Finally, Blaine scrubs his face and drops his hands. He smiles, a little nervously but with genuine warmth.
"Wow," he says.
Kurt swallows.
Blaine reaches up and touches Kurt's face. "That was intense."
Kurt nods wordlessly.
"I thought I was totally naked and there were three or four of you - must have been, because you were touching me everywhere all at once. I mean everywhere. You were in front of me and behind me, fingering me, playing with my nipples, sucking on my neck and my cock at the same time..."
"I didn't touch you at all," Kurt says. His voice sounds thick.
"Oh, man. Unreal." Blaine glances down at Kurt's pants and grins. "So you got that from watching me?" Kurt nods. "What did I look like?" He cups Kurt's erection through the fabric, and Kurt's breath hitches.
"Amazing," Kurt breathes. "I can't believe we did that."
"Yeah," Blaine says, squeezing a little. He grins wickedly. "Next time, it's totally my turn. Right now though..." He tugs at Kurt's waistband. "Let's get these off. Sorry there's only one of me, though."
Kurt lifts his hands as Blaine slides down his body. "One is enough," he says.
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