The One with the Chicken Pox
Media: Fanfic
Author: Agent_girlsname
Title: The One with the Chicken Pox
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Sex while having chicken pox, if that squicks you
Summary: Fill for this prompt on Glee kink meme. Blaine and Kurt have chicken pox and have oven mitts taped to their hands, ala Phoebe in Friends, but that won’t stop them from scratching an itch!
Never written something like this before, but I like to try new things :D
Don’t know how I came to fill this prompt, sick sex is not my thing at all, but I liked the idea of them being like Phoebe and her boyfriend in Friends and then following it on...
Kurt squirmed and tried to struggle away from Finn, but it was no use, the taller boy was just stronger and he knew he wouldn’t win.
The sound of duct tape ripping from its roll sounded nosily in the room as he secured it around Kurt’s wrists.
Kurt grunted in frustration and stared down at his hands. Oven mitts were now fastened on to both hands and he could tell there was no way in hell he was going to be able to get them off himself. He looked over to Blaine on the other end of the couch and saw he was in the exact same position as Rachel smoothed down the last bit of thick grey tape around Blaine’s wrist.
‘Is this really necessary?’ Kurt grumbled as Finn and Rachel began to tidy away the tape and scissors. He could already feel his skin itching and rubbed one mitt covered hand over his arm. The itch faded slightly but was nowhere near as satisfying as he knew his blunt nails would be.
‘Yes it is.’ Rachel insisted, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. ‘You can’t scratch or you’ll scar, these are for your own good.’
‘Whatever.’ Kurt sighed, nestling back into the couch cushions and trying to get some friction from his clothes and the skin on his back. It still wasn’t good enough. By the way Blaine was squirming next to him he could tell his boyfriend was in the same state as him.
‘Right, our movies starting soon so you’ll have to look after yourselves for a few hours.’ Finn said, picking up his car keys from the side. ‘You’ve got plenty of snacks and drinks here and the Supernatural box set is all set up for you, just don’t scratch!’
‘We promise, we’ll be good.’ Blaine insisted. Kurt glared over at his boyfriend as Rachel and Finn left for the movies.
‘That’s easy for you to say.’ Kurt moaned. Blaine just raised an eyebrow at him. ‘This is all your fault anyway.’
‘I'm sorry! I didn’t know my cousin had chicken pox, otherwise I would have stayed away so I didn’t give it to you.’ Blaine said sincerely, pouting slightly and looking so genuinely pathetic Kurt couldn’t help but to forgive him.
‘Its fine, I know you wouldn’t have done it on purpose. Shall we just watch Sam and Dean kill some demons?’ He smiled. Blaine nodded and Kurt pressed play on the remote, although with the mitts on it took a few tries.
For a while they were able to watch the Winchester brothers together in peace. The show almost took Kurt’s mind off of the unbearable itching. It wasn’t until Blaine moved closer and pressed against him that he was reminded of it. Normally he would give anything to have his boyfriend sitting close to him, but the heat of his skin just irritated the small red spots all over his skin.
He reached up and rubbed at his arm, trying to sooth away some of the itch.
‘Stop it.’ Blaine admonished, smacking his hand away. Kurt whimpered and squirmed against his boyfriend.
‘I can’t help it, it just itches so much.’ He winched at how pathetic he sounded but Blaine just grinned at him.
‘Here, let me take your mind off of it.’ He moved closer and pressed his lips against Kurt’s firmly. Kurt sighed contently and returned the kiss, pressing his tongue against Blaine’s lips until the other boy opened his mouth and let him in.
Kurt raised a hand to cup Blaine’s cheek, wishing he could feel the skin beneath his hands rather than the soft cotton of the mitt.
There was a light dusting of stubble across Blaine’s jaw and Kurt loved the feel of it on the palm of his hand. It reminded him of just how masculine his boyfriend was and the thought never failed to send a spark of pleasure straight to his groin.
He moaned deeply as Blaine began to suck on his tongue and began to kiss him harder. A flare of passion rushed through him and he moved to straddle Blaine on the couch, one knee placed either side of Blaine’s hips with barely any space between their groins.
Blaine began to run his hands up and down Kurt’s back. The soft material of the mitts wouldn’t do anything to sooth Kurt’s itching but it was bunching up the material of Kurt’s shirt, the creases of fabric became something firm to move against Kurt’s back.
Kurt broke away from the kiss and arched his back; letting out a deep, guttural moan as a long drag of Blaine’s hands down his back soothed the burning itch instantly.
‘Oh God Blaine, do that again!’ He gasped, unconsciously pressing his hips down to press against Blaine’s. Blaine groaned and rubbed his hands down Kurt’s back again, harder this time, ruffling up the material and dragging it across the expanse of skin.
Kurt gasped and moaned again, leaning down to press a hard, needy kiss against Blaine’s lips, biting down on the bottom one firmly and drawing out another groan from Blaine.
‘Does that feel good?’ Blaine asked his voice low and broken with arousal already.
‘Uh huh.’ Kurt mumbled against Blaine’s lips, running his own hands down Blaine’s sides, bunching up the fabric of his jumper and making Blaine gasp and moan, bucking his hips up into Kurt’s as he did so.
‘Oh Fuck, that feels so good.’ He moaned. Kurt nodded in agreement and kissed him again, hot and needy.
They carried on like that, hands rubbing over backs and shoulders, pulling and moving their shirts around to drag roughly over the sensitive skin and bring some relief to the never ending irritation.
Blaine shifted forward a bit so Kurt could wrap his legs around Blaine’s waist and bring their groins closer together. Even the rub of Kurt’s jeans against his hips felt so good and Blaine began to pant with the overwhelming satisfaction that was coursing through him.
From the sound of Kurt grunting and gasping above him he knew that it was having the same effect on his boyfriend.
Suddenly Kurt pulled away from the kiss and Blaine cried out in disappointment. The sound was soon died out by the noise of tape ripping. Blaine opened his eyes and saw Kurt biting into the tape that bound the mitt to his hand and tearing it away. As soon as it was gone he tossed the mitt to the floor and repeated the action on the other one.
As soon as both his hands were free he grabbed Blaine’s and pulled the tape away, throwing the mitts over his shoulder and not noticing as they landed in the bowl of popcorn on the table.
The stared at each other for a second before diving into a passionate kiss, lips, tongue and teeth all fighting for dominance over the other.
Kurt raked his blunt nails over the thin material of Blaine’s shirt and Blaine almost screamed with pleasure, instantly scratching his own nails down Kurt’s chest. Kurt shuddered and groaned, gasping as one of Blaine’s nails caught a nipple.
They rutted their hips together desperately, the building pleasure in their cocks coming in a distant second after the overwhelming satisfaction that was coursing through their bodies from the scratching.
With a growl Kurt pulled Blaine’s shirt over his head, tossing it away before removing his own shirt and pressing their chests together instantly. The graze of Blaine’s chest hair against his own smooth skin was like nothing he had ever felt before and he cried out with pleasure, burying his head in Blaine’s neck and dragging his nails down Blaine’s arms.
Blaine chocked out a gasp and began to scratch down Kurt’s back in long, drawn out motions, from the tops of his shoulders and down to the waistline of his pants, dipping under the material to grab at Kurt’s ass, before tugging them off. As soon as Kurt was naked he yanked his own pants off and pulled Kurt back on to his lap.
Kurt shuddered and moaned, bucking his hips into Blaine’s and feeling his cock rub against Blaine, discovering his boyfriend was just as turned on as he was.
They carried on like that, scratching and rubbing at every inch of skin they could reach until they collapsed together, panting on the couch with a groan and shuddering with satisfaction as if they had just reached the most thrilling climax.
‘Oh fuck that felt so good.’ Blaine moaned. Every inch of his skin felt soothed and for the first time in days in a way camomile lotion just never achieved. A small nagging thought at the back of his mind told him they shouldn’t have done that, they might scar, but he was too content to care right then.
They lay there, panting and grinning, completely fulfilled even though their cocks were still hard between them, leaking and twitching.
Kurt reached down and wrapped his hand around both of their cocks, stroking them slowly and firmly.
Blaine moaned and brought his lips to Kurt’s kissing him deeply. It didn’t take long for Kurt to bring them both off and they came together, bucking and moaning once more.
‘Wow.’ Kurt breathed against Blaine’s lips, feeling the other boy smile.
‘Wow indeed.’ Blaine replied. They sat up and began to straighten themselves up, retrieving their clothes from where they had been tossed around the room.
Kurt picked up the oven mitts and stared at them with distain.
‘We’ll leave these off till Finn and Rachel get back.’ He said, snuggling back against Blaine on the couch and turning his attention back to the Winchester brothers.
Author: Agent_girlsname
Title: The One with the Chicken Pox
Rating: NC17
Warnings: Sex while having chicken pox, if that squicks you
Summary: Fill for this prompt on Glee kink meme. Blaine and Kurt have chicken pox and have oven mitts taped to their hands, ala Phoebe in Friends, but that won’t stop them from scratching an itch!
Never written something like this before, but I like to try new things :D
Don’t know how I came to fill this prompt, sick sex is not my thing at all, but I liked the idea of them being like Phoebe and her boyfriend in Friends and then following it on...
Kurt squirmed and tried to struggle away from Finn, but it was no use, the taller boy was just stronger and he knew he wouldn’t win.
The sound of duct tape ripping from its roll sounded nosily in the room as he secured it around Kurt’s wrists.
Kurt grunted in frustration and stared down at his hands. Oven mitts were now fastened on to both hands and he could tell there was no way in hell he was going to be able to get them off himself. He looked over to Blaine on the other end of the couch and saw he was in the exact same position as Rachel smoothed down the last bit of thick grey tape around Blaine’s wrist.
‘Is this really necessary?’ Kurt grumbled as Finn and Rachel began to tidy away the tape and scissors. He could already feel his skin itching and rubbed one mitt covered hand over his arm. The itch faded slightly but was nowhere near as satisfying as he knew his blunt nails would be.
‘Yes it is.’ Rachel insisted, standing in front of him with her hands on her hips. ‘You can’t scratch or you’ll scar, these are for your own good.’
‘Whatever.’ Kurt sighed, nestling back into the couch cushions and trying to get some friction from his clothes and the skin on his back. It still wasn’t good enough. By the way Blaine was squirming next to him he could tell his boyfriend was in the same state as him.
‘Right, our movies starting soon so you’ll have to look after yourselves for a few hours.’ Finn said, picking up his car keys from the side. ‘You’ve got plenty of snacks and drinks here and the Supernatural box set is all set up for you, just don’t scratch!’
‘We promise, we’ll be good.’ Blaine insisted. Kurt glared over at his boyfriend as Rachel and Finn left for the movies.
‘That’s easy for you to say.’ Kurt moaned. Blaine just raised an eyebrow at him. ‘This is all your fault anyway.’
‘I'm sorry! I didn’t know my cousin had chicken pox, otherwise I would have stayed away so I didn’t give it to you.’ Blaine said sincerely, pouting slightly and looking so genuinely pathetic Kurt couldn’t help but to forgive him.
‘Its fine, I know you wouldn’t have done it on purpose. Shall we just watch Sam and Dean kill some demons?’ He smiled. Blaine nodded and Kurt pressed play on the remote, although with the mitts on it took a few tries.
For a while they were able to watch the Winchester brothers together in peace. The show almost took Kurt’s mind off of the unbearable itching. It wasn’t until Blaine moved closer and pressed against him that he was reminded of it. Normally he would give anything to have his boyfriend sitting close to him, but the heat of his skin just irritated the small red spots all over his skin.
He reached up and rubbed at his arm, trying to sooth away some of the itch.
‘Stop it.’ Blaine admonished, smacking his hand away. Kurt whimpered and squirmed against his boyfriend.
‘I can’t help it, it just itches so much.’ He winched at how pathetic he sounded but Blaine just grinned at him.
‘Here, let me take your mind off of it.’ He moved closer and pressed his lips against Kurt’s firmly. Kurt sighed contently and returned the kiss, pressing his tongue against Blaine’s lips until the other boy opened his mouth and let him in.
Kurt raised a hand to cup Blaine’s cheek, wishing he could feel the skin beneath his hands rather than the soft cotton of the mitt.
There was a light dusting of stubble across Blaine’s jaw and Kurt loved the feel of it on the palm of his hand. It reminded him of just how masculine his boyfriend was and the thought never failed to send a spark of pleasure straight to his groin.
He moaned deeply as Blaine began to suck on his tongue and began to kiss him harder. A flare of passion rushed through him and he moved to straddle Blaine on the couch, one knee placed either side of Blaine’s hips with barely any space between their groins.
Blaine began to run his hands up and down Kurt’s back. The soft material of the mitts wouldn’t do anything to sooth Kurt’s itching but it was bunching up the material of Kurt’s shirt, the creases of fabric became something firm to move against Kurt’s back.
Kurt broke away from the kiss and arched his back; letting out a deep, guttural moan as a long drag of Blaine’s hands down his back soothed the burning itch instantly.
‘Oh God Blaine, do that again!’ He gasped, unconsciously pressing his hips down to press against Blaine’s. Blaine groaned and rubbed his hands down Kurt’s back again, harder this time, ruffling up the material and dragging it across the expanse of skin.
Kurt gasped and moaned again, leaning down to press a hard, needy kiss against Blaine’s lips, biting down on the bottom one firmly and drawing out another groan from Blaine.
‘Does that feel good?’ Blaine asked his voice low and broken with arousal already.
‘Uh huh.’ Kurt mumbled against Blaine’s lips, running his own hands down Blaine’s sides, bunching up the fabric of his jumper and making Blaine gasp and moan, bucking his hips up into Kurt’s as he did so.
‘Oh Fuck, that feels so good.’ He moaned. Kurt nodded in agreement and kissed him again, hot and needy.
They carried on like that, hands rubbing over backs and shoulders, pulling and moving their shirts around to drag roughly over the sensitive skin and bring some relief to the never ending irritation.
Blaine shifted forward a bit so Kurt could wrap his legs around Blaine’s waist and bring their groins closer together. Even the rub of Kurt’s jeans against his hips felt so good and Blaine began to pant with the overwhelming satisfaction that was coursing through him.
From the sound of Kurt grunting and gasping above him he knew that it was having the same effect on his boyfriend.
Suddenly Kurt pulled away from the kiss and Blaine cried out in disappointment. The sound was soon died out by the noise of tape ripping. Blaine opened his eyes and saw Kurt biting into the tape that bound the mitt to his hand and tearing it away. As soon as it was gone he tossed the mitt to the floor and repeated the action on the other one.
As soon as both his hands were free he grabbed Blaine’s and pulled the tape away, throwing the mitts over his shoulder and not noticing as they landed in the bowl of popcorn on the table.
The stared at each other for a second before diving into a passionate kiss, lips, tongue and teeth all fighting for dominance over the other.
Kurt raked his blunt nails over the thin material of Blaine’s shirt and Blaine almost screamed with pleasure, instantly scratching his own nails down Kurt’s chest. Kurt shuddered and groaned, gasping as one of Blaine’s nails caught a nipple.
They rutted their hips together desperately, the building pleasure in their cocks coming in a distant second after the overwhelming satisfaction that was coursing through their bodies from the scratching.
With a growl Kurt pulled Blaine’s shirt over his head, tossing it away before removing his own shirt and pressing their chests together instantly. The graze of Blaine’s chest hair against his own smooth skin was like nothing he had ever felt before and he cried out with pleasure, burying his head in Blaine’s neck and dragging his nails down Blaine’s arms.
Blaine chocked out a gasp and began to scratch down Kurt’s back in long, drawn out motions, from the tops of his shoulders and down to the waistline of his pants, dipping under the material to grab at Kurt’s ass, before tugging them off. As soon as Kurt was naked he yanked his own pants off and pulled Kurt back on to his lap.
Kurt shuddered and moaned, bucking his hips into Blaine’s and feeling his cock rub against Blaine, discovering his boyfriend was just as turned on as he was.
They carried on like that, scratching and rubbing at every inch of skin they could reach until they collapsed together, panting on the couch with a groan and shuddering with satisfaction as if they had just reached the most thrilling climax.
‘Oh fuck that felt so good.’ Blaine moaned. Every inch of his skin felt soothed and for the first time in days in a way camomile lotion just never achieved. A small nagging thought at the back of his mind told him they shouldn’t have done that, they might scar, but he was too content to care right then.
They lay there, panting and grinning, completely fulfilled even though their cocks were still hard between them, leaking and twitching.
Kurt reached down and wrapped his hand around both of their cocks, stroking them slowly and firmly.
Blaine moaned and brought his lips to Kurt’s kissing him deeply. It didn’t take long for Kurt to bring them both off and they came together, bucking and moaning once more.
‘Wow.’ Kurt breathed against Blaine’s lips, feeling the other boy smile.
‘Wow indeed.’ Blaine replied. They sat up and began to straighten themselves up, retrieving their clothes from where they had been tossed around the room.
Kurt picked up the oven mitts and stared at them with distain.
‘We’ll leave these off till Finn and Rachel get back.’ He said, snuggling back against Blaine on the couch and turning his attention back to the Winchester brothers.