Fic: Hot Mess
Title: Hot Mess (Porny Sequel to Mr. Clean, Mr. Clean.)
Pairing: Klaine
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Klaine sexytimes invloving kissing in places that haven't been made canon...yet. ;)
Word Count: 1,704
Summary: Blaine wants to get Kurt a little dirty. Kurt is tired of chaste kisses and wants to experiment. Cue Klaine smut!
A/N: Written for anotherzealot, who was not above begging for a sequel, evidently. The last fic can be found under my author tag as I am too lazy to actually link it here. Besides, reading that isn't super important to this because it's basically PWP. As usual, R&R cause momma needs her fill of Klaine comm love to get her through finals. Now onto teh smut! :)
Kurt had no qualms about the way his sex life was going, thank you very much. Blaine never pushed him to do anything he didn’t want, which he was grateful for. But after six weeks of being treated like a precious flower, he was increasingly getting annoyed by the coddling. Sure, he’d been scared at first. But he also decided that it was normal to feel afraid and definitely not normal to deny himself the pleasures he could explore with his hot new boyfriend. Besides, Kurt figured it was time for something more than chaste kisses on staircases and dirty texts during Warbler rehearsals. Which is what brought him here, practically nose to nose with Blaine, growling out his request.
“Wanna make me mess up just a bit more?” He could see Blaine swallow hard and slowly nod his head. Kurt couldn’t help but grin back and place two firm hands on Blaine’s hips. There was no way they would get anything done with Blaine practically paralyzed in shock and so it was Kurt’s turn to take the lead. He dipped his head down and caught the shorter boy’s lips with a small growl, forcing his tongue to invade the confines of his boyfriend’s mouth. He could feel Blaine practically melt into the embrace, body slumping into Kurt’s strong hold on his hips. With surprising force, Kurt pulled away from Blaine’s lips and began placing sloppy kisses down his neck. He found a nice spot at the top of his neck and began sucking on the spot, swirling his tongue over the skin there. Blaine let out a low groan and seemed to wake up from his semi-frozen state.
“Kurt. I want you so bad right now.” He gasped as Kurt stopped sucking and gently bit down on the sensitized spot. Kurt hummed against the skin feeling his heart quicken. Blaine wanted him. And not to help him pick out an outfit for their trip to the mall or help him with a solo. He wanted him in a please-do-unspeakable-things-to-my-body kind of way. Kurt could feel the lust (that’s what that hungry, possessive feeling he kept getting after staring at Blaine’s ass too long was, right?) flood his mind as he placed a kiss to Blaine’s ear. His voice was low and positively dark. “Then why don’t you take me, Mr. Anderson?” Blaine shivered at the use of his surname but didn’t have to be asked twice. He placed his hands over Kurt’s and pulled them off his hips. Kurt pouted slightly and Blaine laughed in a gorgeous octave Kurt had yet to classify.
“Shall we move this to the bed?” He whispered tantalizingly close to Kurt’s ear as he ran rough fingers over Kurt’s cheek, planting sweet kisses along his jaw. It was Kurt’s turn to be frozen in spot and before waiting for an answer, Blaine scooped Kurt up in his arms and carried him bridal style to the bed. Kurt felt faint as he gently set him on the bed and attempted to look coy as Blaine clambered on top of him. He imagined it probably made him look more like hunted animal than anything, but by the way Blaine’s eyes were darkening as he straddled him he guessed it was working.
“Hmm, where too begin…” Blaine pondered, tapping his chin while rolling his hips down onto Kurt’s. Kurt couldn’t help but let out a fluttery moan as the contact sent a jolt of energy straight through his cock. Blaine hummed in thought, resting a hand over Kurt’s rather obvious erection and staring off into space. Kurt groaned at the light pressure and brought his hips up to meet it. But Blaine wasn’t through teasing. He kept his gaze averted and barley brushed his finger tips over Kurt’s crotch, tracing the outline of his cock. He was getting positively high off the frustration he was causing Kurt, loving the feeling of power he had over him. Sweetly, he bent down and placed a kiss on Kurt’s forehead.
“Should I go ahead and take these pants off, baby?” Kurt nodded vigorously as Blaine leapt down, practically ripping his uniform pants off in his haste. In one swift motion, he pulled down Kurt’s pants and carefully folded them over the bed. The blazer, tie and shirt followed shortly after and Blaine finally had what he’d been wanting for weeks now: Kurt, so beautiful and so very almost-naked, lying in his bed. Kurt’s eyes were closed and he was panting slightly. Blaine enjoyed how Kurt’s skintight red briefs left nothing up to the imagination and the contrast they gave when paired against his pale skin. Blaine felt himself giggle at how perfectly the red matched the piping on his blazer.
“Are we matching our panties to our uniform, sweetness?” Kurt grumbled something about ‘never knowing who might see them’ but was quiet as Blaine ran a finger under the waistband of his underwear. Blaine spent some time playful teasing his boyfriend, snapping the elastic back against his hips and lightly brushing the tip of Kurt’s cock as if by accident. Kurt closed his eyes again and was making these incredible breathy noises that Blaine had to keep hearing. He only wished his cell phone wasn’t back in his dorm so he could record those delightfully obscene noises he was forcing Kurt to make. Suddenly, he felt Kurt’s hands wrap around his own and push both sets beneath the fabric. Blaine stared up at Kurt, who was practically boring holes into his soul with the intensity of his stare.
“Either touch my dick or I’m sending you back to your dorm room and finishing myself.” He threatened with a growl. Blaine quickly pulled down Kurt’s boxers and flung them to the floor. He steadied one hand on Kurt’s hip and brought the other up to his mouth, lapping at it wetly.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to take care of you.” Blaine purred, wrapping a wet hand around Kurt’s cock. Kurt moaned as Blaine gripped him tightly and began to stroke up the length steadily, all the while murmuring dirty things.
“The way you kissed me this morning, with all that longing and need. God, you were so beautiful. I love that I can reduce you to such a hot mess. Truth be told, I’d like to do filthy things to you…”He trailed off, licking his lips and eyeing Kurt hungrily. Kurt, who was riding a high not only off of the hand that was jerking him off, but on the words, gasped out at the last part.
“Like-like whaat?” He panted. Blaine shot him a grin, a completely charming grin and bent down over his cock.
“I dunno, something like this.” He said placing his mouth over the tip of Kurt’s penis. Kurt shuddered as Blaine licked long strokes against the underside of his cock, swirling his tongue around the tip. Next, Blaine tried some kisses at the base while rubbing a wet finger gently into Kurt’s slit. Kurt gasped at the contact and involuntarily bucked his hips against Blaine’s hand. Blaine laughed nervously and pulled up.
“Well, now that we’ve got that out of the way, I guess we can say you like having me do filthy things to you.” Blaine chuckled, rubbing his hands up and down Kurt’s thighs.
“Anymore bright ideas?” Kurt asked, his voice cracking with the effort of speaking whilst Blaine’s hands and mouth were dangerously close to his cock. Blaine looked thoughtful for a second and then asked, “Do you trust me?” Kurt knew the answer automatically but hesitated, to which Blaine added in, “I promise it will feel good, angel.” Kurt acquiesced, nodding. Blaine told him to turn over and placed a pillow under his hips, lifting his ass up off the bed. Kurt shifted uncomfortably as he waited for something to happen.
“Now this might feel a little funny at first, but I think you’ll like it after a bit.” Kurt swallowed thickly. That sentence was not exactly comforting when you have your ass propped up on display and a fully extended erection pressed into your stomach. Next Kurt heard a wet popping sound and felt Blaine’s damp finger press against his hole. He shivered as he traced the tight muscle slowly and gently. Kurt let out an embarrassingly loud moan as Blaine finally pushed his finger inside of him. Kurt had never felt so full in his entire life and wriggled as Blaine pushed in deeper. Smoothly he pulled out and pushed back in, this time with more force. Soon he had a rhythm going and Kurt was making more embarrassingly loud noises at a faster rate. Blaine’s voice was low and dark as he spoke now.
“I wish you could see yourself right now. You look so beautiful with my finger deep inside you…those sounds you keep making, god you have no idea how much those turn me on. All I could think about today was doing this to you…” His voice breaks off in the end with a painful sounding crack. He asks if they can try two fingers to which Kurt replies, “Fuck yes.” He can feel the second finger slip in with a mild sense of discomfort but then it’s gone and there’s just pure bliss. He’s teetering close to the edge, which Blaine senses.
“Baby, I’m going to turn you over. I want to see your face when you come for me.” Kurt moaned in response and let Blaine turn him over. The sense of urgency enveloped them both as Blaine crashed their lips together. A strong hand wound its way around Kurt’s cock and began stroking him quickly. The tension coiled hot and deep in his stomach as the heat of Blaine’s mouth stole the very breath from his lungs. “Blaine! I’msoclose.” He murmured against the older boy’s mouth. Blaine just moaned an approval and stroked even faster. He was whispering things like “gorgeous” and “hot” and “amazing” as Kurt came long and hard all over his stomach. Blaine gave him a minute to come down from his high before piping in.
“I take back what I said this morning. That was the hottest damn mess I’ve ever seen.”