A Series of Firsts- chapter 2/4
... This chapter was surprisingly long, and vaguely tedious for me. Sorry it took so long. I decided that I will give the last two guys their own chapters, so instead of three posts, it will be a total of four. Bear with me. This chapter is NOT beta'd. Mistakes are my own.
TITLE: A Series of Firsts. Part 2/4
Rating: This chapter.. PG 13, 14. I think?
Summary: The Glee boys have decided to 'help' Kurt lose some of his Firsts.
Word count: 3238 words
Pairing: Kurt/ Male glee members. (Matt/ Kurt this chapter)
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN GLEE, CHARACTERS WITHIN GLEE, OR ANYTHING BEYOND THE PLOT BUNNY THAT INSPIRED THIS FIC. I do not make any money of this piece of fiction.
Warnings: boy/boy smuttiness. Grinding, groping, and kissing. Blatant molestation. Minimal nakedness. NO SEX.
The football jocks had cornered him by the trashcan again. He sighed as two of the non-glee jocks drew close, pushing him around before finally dragging him up and dumping him into the paper and cardboard filled dumpster. At least it wasn’t the one out behind the cafeteria, it was always filled with random atrocities that made him cringe.
The sounds of laughter and crass vocals faded away, until Kurt was sure it was safe to come out of the dumpster without getting tossed back in. He’d gotten both hands in a grip on the edge when the box he was bracing against crumpled. He barely missed cracking his chin against the dumpster edge, but lost his grip. He was just getting back to seeing over the edge when a head and shoulders popped up from the side. Matt’s brown hands came over the side and silently offered support. Kurt took them and hauled himself out of the dumpster, brushing off paper bits and lint and dust when his feet finally hit the concrete. “Thanks.”
Matt shrugged. “It was nothing. Most of the jocks are idiots anyway.” He helped find Kurt’s bag- which had been kicked nearly under the dumpster- before starting to move away. “You doing anything Saturday night?”
“No.” A finely shaped eyebrow lifted. “No plans at all.”
“The old drive-in is doing reruns. Some old movie in near black and white and something called ‘Muppets Take Manhattan’ - which if I remember right, is classic Muppets- pretty damn funny.” He blinked at the wide-eyed look on Kurt’s face. “If you’d rather watch something else, that’s fine…”
“No!” Kurt broke his silence, finally. “No, I love the Muppets! I thought they were cool- if sometimes a little freaky- when I was little. I just…” Kurt coughed, muffled, turning his head away. “I- I just wasn’t expecting to actually get asked out, ya know?”
Matt nodded. “Look, the guys wouldn’t be doing this if we weren’t willing to play the edge a little. My reputation isn’t gonna go to hell if someone sees me taking you to see an old Muppets movie. It might if it was like, a chick flic, but, seriously? Muppets? They’re just gonna think it’s some odd Glee thing.”
Kurt’s face fell at that comment. He’d been hoping for a date- date. A drive-in movie? That was more synonymous to “make out central” than a dark movie theatre. But if they were just going to treat this like a Glee outing, then he couldn’t hope for too much.
“Kurt. It’s drive-in Muppets. No doubt we’ve both seen the movies enough as kids that we could randomly quote lines. Especially Kermit and Ms Piggy. So relax, dress down a bit, and wear something… " His eyes did the deliberate up-down sweep. “Accessible.”
A brilliant magenta flush splashed across Kurt’s cheeks before he nodded and tucked the strap of his bag closer to his neck. The sheer possibilities of that comment… Matt clapped him on the shoulder, wishing him good luck and left Kurt standing just feet from the dumpster, a lost look in his eyes and a drop of drool on his lips.
Kurt spent Saturday tearing apart his walk in closet. Designer clothes were made for comfort, and looks, at least nearly everything he had. What would be both comfortable, and “accessible” and dressing down? He had jeans... but they were snug, and didn’t count as any sort of accessible in his mind. His garage work overalls- he wouldn’t be caught outside the garage in them. After two hours of tearing apart his closet and not finding anything that added up in his mind, he pulled out his cell phone.
“Mercedes. I have a clothing emergency. Meet me at the mall in ten.”
Kurt nervously smoothed out imaginary wrinkles in his shirt for at least the twelfth time in less than five minutes. They’d arranged to meet down at the park a couple blocks from Kurt’s place, because as Matt pointed out, he really didn’t want to face Kurt’s father under the general circumstances. Kurt had gone pale and hastily agreed. So now he was casually leaning against his baby- his truck- and waiting for Matt to show up. He was having a very difficult time being still, and self consciously checked his clothes and hair every few moments, even though he knew everything was perfect. Mercedes had found him a pair of suede pants that while overall form-fitting, had enough give that they weren’t ‘poured on’, a description he’d had once about the skinny jeans he had a habit of wearing. Beige pants, ankle-high cream boots of butter-soft material, a light blue button down shirt with a white wife-beater style tank top under it. The blue shirt was open, and the under material was clinging to his body, showing off his slender body and flat stomach. At Mercedes’ insistence he’d taken a wide toothed comb and brushed his bangs back, off his forehead. It was not his usual look, but she’d taken one look at him and pronounced him “irresistible”. He was still uncertain about it- he kind of preferred his usual hairstyle- but if she thought he was hot, he wasn’t going to argue. Too much.
The soft rumble of a car engine made him snap his hand back to his side, watching a car pull into the parking lot. It parked and Matt got out, his eyes doing a lazy once-over of Kurt’s attire. Kurt resisted the urge to wiggle under the scrutiny, intensely aware that he was a bit out of his usual dress wear, slightly, and really, this was new ground. He resisted reaching for his bang- as much a nervous habit as anything else- and glanced between the two vehicles. “So, which one are we taking? My truck or your car?”
Matt stepped around his car to lounge a couple feet in front of Kurt. “Well, think about it this way.... Do you plan on needing a backseat and extra room, or not?”
Kurt’s eyes flew wide. Back seats implied so many naughty things- groping, making out, grinding, and other things. Back seats were there when one didn’t want to have to worry about gearshifts and emergency brakes digging into various body parts. He knew he wasn’t ready to do IT yet- even as the thought of a proper date finally coming true made his body tingle in oh-so pleasant ways. He shifted his hips slightly and nodded. “Your car’s fine.” He squeaked out. It was some two door vaguely older model (though he doubted old enough for his dad to call ‘classic’) car with smaller backseats than his truck had. He sternly reminded himself that whatever happened, he was going to enjoy himself without degrading himself to the point of getting utterly molested in someone’s backseat.
…..At least not tonight.
Matt gave him an odd look- most likely wondering what he was thinking- and a smirk over what may have caused the squeak in his voice, and opened the passenger-side door of his car. Kurt offered a small, slightly shy smile and slid into the seat, taking one more chance to remind himself- it’s just a movie.
A drive-in movie. With a jock. One that no doubt had plans up his sleeves.
Ok. He really needed to stop thinking about that.
The first part of the date slid by easier than he expected. Matt ran and got popcorn and two sodas when they got there, and when the sky was properly dark the movie started. They laughed and poked fun at the characters for a good twenty minutes or so, until relaxing back and continuing to munch on their snack and watch the film.
“You’re pretty cool, Kurt. No matter what the other guys at school say.”
Kurt glanced over at Matt, a faint blush rising up on his cheeks. What had brought that on? “Sure, thanks. Even though I tend to avoid you all in favor of the girls?”
Matt chuckled softly. “There’s two opinions to that. Half the guys are afraid you are around the girls to be able to check out the guys without being too obvious about it. And then, there are a few that wonder since you’re so ‘in’ with the girls, that maybe you’d be useful in helping them hook up. Of course, none of them come forward ’cause they don’t know how you’ll respond.”
Kurt leaned against the edge and back of the seat, ignoring the movie for a few minutes. “I think it’d depend on intent. I won’t play matchmaker for the guys who just want sex. They can find their own tail, cause my girls aren’t that desperate.”
“Are you?”
Kurt blinked, and promptly turned back to the movie before he betrayed his cheeks flaming into varying shades of red. “I am not some desperate girl out for a ‘good time’. But I have to admit it’s been.. rather nice, thus far. This thing you’ve all been doing for me.”
“I’m glad you’re been enjoying yourself. It would make this more challenging and nearly futile if you weren’t.” Matt relaxed back into his chair, pointing something out on the screen and laughing at the characters. Then, when Kurt’s attention was fixed up on the screen, he picked up a stray piece of popcorn and flicked it.
Years playing paper football totally paid off as the kernel bounced directly off Kurt’s nose, hit the window, and fell somewhere to the floor. It brought Kurt around with a look sliding out of wide eyes and straight into the frosty glare of his princess attitude. Matt smirked and leaned across his seat toward the other teen. “I had to get you loosened up, man. I can’t do my part in this if you’re all, thinking about stuff too much. Now relax, and drop the mask, because everyone in Glee knows that look is one you hide behind way too much.” He held up a hand to stop the comments about to impart from a rather peeved looking Kurt. “Just, relax, okay? If you really get uncomfortable, just say so. But don’t get mad at me. Plus, you gotta admit that took skill to tap that small, cute nose of yours without hitting the rest of your face.”
Kurt huffed, wiped his nose clean, and sulked for a moment in his seat. “….My nose is cute?” He turned to look at Matt, who was still leaning against the center console. His date was fixed looking out the windshield, totally ignoring him. Kurt glared and poked him with a finger.
He wasn’t expecting the lightning reaction that ended with Matt’s hand curled around the back of his head, lips pressing against his own and helping to bow his body back against his seat. Kurt moaned as slightly chapped lips worked against his, coaxing him to respond. He yielded after just a moment’s hesitation, eyes rolling back in his head as the newly familiar motions swept him away from reality. Matt could kiss- really kiss, his tongue teasing the seam of Kurt’s lips, begging entrance before fading away and just letting his lips work. Kurt opened after the third or fourth- he wasn’t counting anymore- and that tongue slid inside. Matt tasted like butter, salt, and sugar, and something lingering, vaguely cinnamon.
For a first, proper French kiss, he liked it. But he wouldn’t think that as anything more than a flitting thought, as the odd, but good, sensations of another tongue sliding against his invaded his mind. Kurt moaned again and found himself kissing back with an unexpected fervor.
Their lips remained glued to each other, long minutes passing with only slight pauses to allow for breath, the movie playing outside the car in muted tones. Somehow Kurt’s hands wound around Matt’s shoulders, holding him in place, and Matt’s free hand dipped under the open shirt and pressed against a thinly covered nipple. Kurt jolted against the kiss as his body reacted to the stimulation. Matt pulled back, saving his lips and tongue from a near bite as he twitched the side of his finger against the nipple again. This time the move received a gasping moan and full-body shudder. Kurt was bowed back against the seat with his eyes wide. "Do- do that again."
Matt moved both hands to slide under the unbuttoned shirt and stroke along the barely covered skin. He easily read the reactions in Kurt's eyes and body, and the little moans that puffed out as fingers moved along ticklish ribs, sensitive belly, perky nipples. When Kurt's eyes had darkened from their blue-hazel to deep icy blue and he was panting with nearly every breath, Matt pulled back. A high, pathetic whine followed the retreat, one that was cut short and accompanied by a rising blush. "Don't be shy, Kurt. I like that you made that noise, it means you're enjoying yourself, not faking it. It's a good thing." He ran a finger up Kurt's throat in that so delicate touch and watched as the blue eyes hid behind fluttering lashes. "You're so sensitive." He waited until Kurt could focus again before deliberately placing a hand high on the inner leg, almost into the thigh region. A slim eyebrow swept up even as breath hitched at the tease.
“Are you planning something?” They both ignored the slightly shaky note that filled Kurt’s voice. He didn’t make any moves to stop Matt, except for that look. The taller jock just smiled softly.
“Nothing more than I think you’ll enjoy. I’m not going to strip you, Kurt. You have nothing to fear.” His hand moved back and forth, just a little, just a reminder it was still perched high on Kurt’s leg. “I didn’t realize you were wearing such nice pants, Kurt. The suede feels sinful on you.” He hadn’t, actually, didn’t realize until he’d actually touched Kurt’s pants, just how nice Kurt’s pants were. He could only imagine what it felt like for the other boy, if the inside of those pants were as sensational as the outside. He ran a finger up the inner edge of the leg, eyes glued to Kurt’s wide stare, until he reached the official groin region and the growing bulge hidden in those pants.
Kurt could only lay back against the seat, a tremor in his spine not yet apparent as the other teen traced fingers up the inside of his leg. He wanted something, wanted to relieve the pressure, but he didn’t know what Matt had planned, didn’t know how far this would go. Then that tormenting hand cupped against his arousal and Kurt tipped his head back as a spear of lust washed over his body, pulling a groan out of his throat. That hand felt good, even with just the light pressure touch, after years of only his own hand for company. But this wasn’t his hand, but another’s, tracing over the growing bulge in a teasing manner that did nothing but arouse him further. Kurt keened as Matt’s hand pressed more firmly, stroking against him through his pants. “More, please,” he breathed, barely able to get the words out as he tried to lose himself to these wonderful feelings without losing too much control.
Matt grinned, removed his hand and tugged a little on the gleek’s arm. “C’mere, Kurt.” He carefully maneuvered the smaller boy over the middle console and handles between the two front seats until Kurt was kneeling over Matt’s legs. Matt leaned his chair back, reclining out to pull his body out of a strict sitting position, then guided Kurt’s hips to rest against his. “Follow the motion of the ocean, Kurt.” It was a corny line, but it was accurate- as he bucked up a little against Kurt, the boy slid forward, and there was a definite reaction as the hard lengths pressed against each other through layers of material. One hand holding Kurt stable while he continued to move, the other hand came back to slide under the thin undershirt. Grunts, moans, and whines fill the vehicle as Kurt ground helplessly against the lap below him. Only a few minutes pass before he’s shaking, and Matt reaches into the mid console for his stash of tissues he planted there earlier. He knows, just knows, with pants as nice as these that Kurt would freak out if they got stained, and he takes a daring move to open the top edge of his pants and stuff a couple tissues up against the tip of the near exploding organ. Just in time, too- Kurt arches back toward the steering wheel with an amazed, glassy look in his eyes and his mouth open a little as his orgasm rips through him. He slumps into Matt’s lap, panting, and Matt gallantly holds himself back from molesting the teen further. He’s still hard, but that’s ok, because this round was supposed to be about Kurt.
When the haze finally lifts Kurt glanced down over himself, noting the top of his pants open and the clump of tissues tucked in. Thankfully, he seems to understand and only casts a frigid glare at Matt before crawling into his seat and trying to discretely finish cleaning himself up. Matt smiled but said nothing- the beautiful pink flush on Kurt’s cheek is warning enough that Kurt already feels embarrassed.
The movie ended about fifteen minutes later. Matt rolled the window down as they left, letting fresh air clean out his car of that just- sexed- up smell. They were halfway back to the park where they left Kurt’s truck when the soft voice spoke up. “Thanks for the date, Matt.” Kurt offered his that shy smile and Matt merely nodded back.
“It was my pleasure.” He let his eyes flick over Kurt’s body- he was back to looking nearly pristine, as usual. “Do you want to stop for a snack or anything before heading home?” Kurt shook his head. He didn’t think he’d be able to eat right now, he was still floating on a little cloud of post- orgasmic nirvana. Matt merely nodded and focused back on the road, but aware of the way Kurt seemed to be far more relaxed than earlier that evening. The date had been more than worth it.
Minutes later they pulled into the parking lot at the park, where they sat in comfortable silence for several minutes. Kurt seemed to be still floating somewhere in his happy zone and Matt kept himself amused by watching the other boy. Kurt really was adorable in this state. Finally he stirred, a soft smile on his face. “I should probably go. It’s that time..”
Matt nodded, then slid out from his side and walked around to open Kurt’s door. Kurt gave him a raised eyebrow look. “Thanks for tonight. I enjoyed myself.” He held out a hand and Kurt shook it, before being pulled in close for another mind-numbing kiss. Their hips rock gently against each other for a minute before they finally part, Kurt panting and Matt looking predatory.
“Go home, Kurt. I’ll see ya next week.” Matt walked away, letting Kurt stumble a little as he maneuvers into his ‘baby’, still lost. He has no doubt that Kurt will need a few minutes to collect himself before he leaves for home. Matt smirked to himself. Things were progressing well, overall. It was time to surge into plan B.