So Quite A New Thing, Part 3
The internet is failing Rachel Berry. Google has nothing for her when she searches “what does a girl wear to have sex with two gay guys?” - all that comes up is how gay guys have sex and she obviously already knows that.
Do they like cleavage? Maybe not, since boobs definitely do not do it for either of them. Maybe she should focus on her ass. Boys have asses. She knows Kurt loves Blaine’s ass.
Eventually she decides on things she already has, a t-shirt, low cut and thin enough to show her nipples, but not so revealing that anything’s going to fall out, and a pair of cheeky panties that show off the best part of her ass. She’ll feel playful and sexy at the same time, and hopefully Kurt and Blaine will appreciate her assets, at least a little bit.
* * *
New Years’ Eve is frigid, absolutely bitterly cold.
It’s so cold that they don’t even try to venture out for the chaos of Times’ Square, content to sit at home with a bowl of spiked punch, some music, and a movie.
The movie’s only there to fill the silence while they drink themselves tipsy.
The music’s for later.
They pile onto the couch while they drink, lounging on each other with heads in laps and fingers in hair as they used to do in high school. It’s not so different now, except they all know what’s coming.
They swallow down their punch, and their collective skin buzzes and tingles with each point of contact.
Noone is watching the movie.
* * *
Rachel closes her eyes as the room first begins to lose its focus. “I think -” she tries, but her tongue is thick in her mouth. “I think we should go to your room before we’re too drunk to enjoy this.”
Blaine tips his glass back, and Rachel stares at his neck as the remainder of the liquid disappears, his Adam’s apple bobbing heavily. She has the sudden urge to lick it.
He turns to Kurt. “Last chance to back out of this. Are you good to go?”
Kurt nods. If there’s one thing Rachel knows about him, it’s that once his mind is made up, there’s no going back for him. “I’m good to go. Let’s do this.”
He, too, knocks back the rest of his punch, and he and Blaine link hands, stand, and walk to the bedroom.
Close behind, Rachel loses her sweatshirt, tosses it on the couch, and follows them, the lacy edge of her panties just peeking out from the pajama pants hugging her hips.
Kurt and Blaine are already kissing and shirtless when she walks through the door. She takes a deep breath and eases onto the bed, content to watch for now. They get handsy when they drink, and right now they’re all over each other, fingers trailing over cheekbones and sternums and shoulders, and sliding into each other’s pants. Rachel takes in a sharp gasp of air as both of Kurt’s hands disappear down into Blaine’s jeans, kneading underneath the denim.
Blaine’s wearing what she thinks are maybe bright red briefs, and it’s evident that Kurt’s wearing nothing at all under his lounge pants again, and she feels overdressed so she wiggles out of her pajama pants, shivering against the cold air that makes goosebumps rise on her legs.
“Blaine,” Kurt whispers, his voice high and reedy, and Blaine walks him backwards to the bed, hoisting him up on top of it, and damn if that doesn’t turn Rachel on. Blaine climbs on top of him, straddling his hips, and Kurt’s hands come up to work his jeans open.
Rachel’s not quite sure what to do with her hands - they’ve set some boundaries; she can’t go near either of their assholes, because those are exclusively claimed, but other than that, they’ve left things open. She’s not sure what’s welcome and what’s not. Finally she gets up on her knees behind Blaine and works her fingers, her hands, into his shoulders. He immediately relaxes under her touch.
“God, Rach, that feels good,” he murmurs, pressing harder into her touch as Kurt gets his pants open and tugs them down. Rachel’s glad that she’s behind him, because her jaw drops - those are bright red briefs, alright, but she doesn’t expect them to be so tight. They leave little to the imagination, and she hasn’t even seen the front of them yet.
She rubs harder.
Blaine hums contentedly, rolls his shoulders, and Kurt props up on his elbows. “Better be careful there,” he warns. “You’re gonna have him purring like a kitten and asleep in no time. And we don’t want that, do we?”
“N-no.” Her voice comes out shaky, and she hates herself a little bit for it.
“Hey. Are you okay?” Blaine asks, craning his neck to see her. “We never made sure before we started …”
“No, I - I’m definitely okay. Definitely. It’s just a little - just give me a minute,” she stammers.
Kurt smiles softly in front of Blaine. “You know, I like these,” he says, and reaches around both of them to pat her on the ass. “Very cute.”
It breaks the tension she’s feeling a little, and she smiles gratefully at him. “Thanks. I couldn’t decide - it was hard, deciding what to wear. I didn’t think - I mean, teddies are probably not your thing, and -”
“No worries,” Blaine says gently, turning far enough to run his hand down her arm. “You look fantastic.” She shivers under his fingers, and more goosebumps pop up on her skin.
“Come here,” Kurt says, beckoning to her. “Lie down with me. It’s a pretty nice view from down here.”
She grins, blushes, but follows.
Kurt’s right. Looking up at Blaine, his dick not very well-concealed in those red briefs, a trail of hair running from his navel to down inside them, her mouth begins to water. She’s beginning to want that whole blowjob challenge to come to fruition, because damn.
Kurt’s looking at her, a grin on his face. “See? I told you.”
“You weren’t kidding,” she breathes, and Blaine smiles a cocky smile.
And then Rachel dies a little, because Blaine’s hand comes up and he’s stroking himself through the cotton. She makes a little mewling noise on accident, and Kurt’s smile grows wider. “I know,” he says. “Now do you understand why I want to fuck him all the time?”
“Mmm, just wait till Kurt really gets going,” Blaine says from above, his dick now half-hard in his briefs. “It’s - well, I can’t really describe it, but you’ll see soon enough.”
She turns on her side facing Kurt, and spurred on by the alcohol in her veins, drags her hand, fingernails very lightly scratching, down the middle of his chest. “I always knew you’d be a little minx in the bedroom,” she says, her voice low and sexy, and she takes a breath and shifts forward, her lips pressing against his.
There’s a moment’s hesitation, and then he’s cupping the back of her head, and holy shit, Kurt Hummel knows how to work his tongue. For all the orgasms she’s had, and as much as she loves that vibrator of hers, she’s not been kissed in about six months, and oh, how she’s missed it. If she were Blaine, she’d kiss Kurt all the time, and he kind of does, and she understands why. She’s tingling all over, and if anyone ever had any doubts that Kurt is a man, all they need to do is kiss him, because his scent is kind of overtaking her right now, and he’s tipping her head back to give himself better access to her now open mouth, and oh my god is he hard inside those lounge pants? She instinctively presses closer, needing more contact and curious to feel, and one of his hands leaves her face to trail down her shoulder and he’s touching her breast.
Her eyes pop open as he gently thumbs over a nipple through the soft cotton of her t-shirt, and she can’t help the moan that escapes her throat.
From up above, Blaine’s voice is growly. “Holy fuck, that’s hotter than I was expecting …”
She feels the bed shift under her - she’s still kissing Kurt, and that doesn’t ever need to end, so she doesn’t turn to look, but soon Blaine’s pressing against her back, spooning her. He squeezes around her stomach once, a backwards hug, and then moves her long hair out of the way to nibble at her neck.
Rachel is not going to survive this night.
Her breath hitches when Blaine’s hand comes around to move Kurt’s out of the way. His touch is a little firmer than Kurt’s, grasping her breast where Kurt only teased it, but he’s running a finger in a circle around her nipple all the same, and oh god, she’s already so wet.
Kurt’s lips part from hers, and she stares up in awe as he and Blaine sit up in one fluid motion and begin to kiss, moaning into each other’s mouths. She’s surprised at how un-neglected she feels, like she’s a part of their kiss. Her hand is just drifting into the waistband of her panties - she can’t help it, even their kisses are like porn - when she feels a sharp smack, and Kurt’s looking down at her, shaking his head.
“Uh-uh-uh, Rach,” he says. “Hands off.”
She whines, frustrated, but then Blaine bends and silences her with his mouth, and oh yeah, this is why she’d had a crush on him in high school. That night, so long ago, comes flooding back and she remembers his lips then, and as good as that kiss was, it’s nothing compared to now. She grabs for his hair, wanting something to hold onto, to steady herself a little, and the curls, god, she’s never dated anybody with curls before, and it’s perfect. She hums contentedly as he takes control, moving her onto her back, so strong, but so gentle. His hands are stroking her face, cupping her cheek, and she gasps into his mouth as Kurt reaches between them to rub over her nipple again.
“You really like that, don’t you?” he murmurs, and she makes a little noise of affirmation.
“Me too,” Blaine says, breaking their kiss for just a moment, a twinkle in his eye. And then his lips are back, and more weight on her too, and oh god, that’s his dick pressing at her inner thigh.
Her body thrums, and she realizes - she’s known all along, but she really knows, now - she’s going to have sex with them. It’s actually going to happen, and she can’t wait to see how, and oh dear lord, she’s just so turned on, with Blaine on top of her and Kurt’s hand still brushing against her nipples.
Her panties are wet between her legs, and she hasn’t even been touched yet, and she needs, so she shifts her hips and Blaine’s cotton-covered cock presses against her.
She makes a noise somewhere between a sigh and a moan, and Blaine grunts above her, props on his elbows, rolls his hips.
“Oh god,” she murmurs, her hands still tangled in his curls, and she pulls him back in for another kiss.
“Do you see?” Kurt asks. “Do you get why I fuck him all the time?” He sounds just a little jealous, so Rachel lets Blaine go and Kurt dives for him. It’s obvious that they’ve mapped one another’s bodies, know each curve and line and plane, because Kurt’s eyes are closed and he manages to latch onto Blaine’s mouth with his lips and onto Blaine’s dick with one hand and the other hand splays over Blaine’s lower back, pulling him in.
“Kurt,” Blaine murmurs, shuddering a little as Kurt’s tongue travels down Blaine’s neck, licking the Adam’s apple that looked so delicious to Rachel earlier. With just a few strokes, Blaine’s fully hard, the line of his dick almost obscene in his briefs, and Kurt’s pants are tented, and it’s so hot that Rachel feels like she’s burning up from the inside.
She doesn’t want to intrude, but this is a threesome, and she needs to be touched, and now, so she scrambles to her knees and joins them, running her hands down their arms, her left on Kurt’s and her right on Blaine’s. Then, feeling bold, she reaches around with both hands and teases at their waistbands, slipping her fingers inside. It must be working for them, because their kisses are getting dirtier and their hips are rocking, barely rubbing up against each other.
Her hand slips down easy into Kurt’s looser pants, and she squeezes an ass cheek, and he moans into Blaine’s mouth then separates from him and latches onto her, his cock pressing firmly between her legs. She can’t help it - she starts to move.
“Oh, Kurt,” she gasps, and then Blaine’s behind her and she can feel the line of his dick on her ass, and his hand is coming up, under her shirt, and oh shit. Her hips move faster, and Kurt backs up a little.
“Sorry Rachel - you’re starting to chafe.”
She’s about to tell him to just take his damn pants off, then, when Blaine’s other hand plunges into her panties and she can’t say a word. Her body quakes as he reaches down, down, down, and, “Holy shit, Rachel, you really are wet.” He runs his finger around, feeling, exploring, and she thinks she’s going to die.
Kurt cocks his head, intrigued. “Really? Like, wet-wet?”
“Fuck yes. Here, feel,” Blaine says, removing his hand, and Rachel squeaks in protest. But then there’s Kurt’s hand, and she shudders, leans back against Blaine’s chest. Kurt’s rubbing a long finger over her clit, reaching all the way back to her perineum, and she moans, her hips twitching. Kurt’s eyes grow wide.
“Jesus,” he murmurs. “You really could get away with no lube, couldn’t you?”
Rachel groans loudly as Kurt withdraws his hand, looking at his shiny finger, then her eyes grow wide as he licks it. “Huh. It’s - milder than yours, honey.”
“Fuck,” Blaine growls behind her, rubs his cock against her ass, and his hand is back inside her panties, moving around aimlessly.
She takes his hand, stills it, slips her own hand in alongside his, covers his fingers with hers. “Here,” she says, her voice quivering as she presses his middle finger up, and oh yeah, there. “Right here.”
He looks at her, his eyes gentle and questioning as he tentatively rubs her clit where she showed him, and she feels like she’s going to just shake apart. “Like that?”
Her head bobs up and down. “Yeah. God - yes. Just like - ohhhh - just like that.”
She’s insanely turned on, her whole body throbbing with it, and then Kurt comes up, sandwiches her in between the two of them as he resumes kissing Blaine, his hands rucking her shirt up and playing with her breasts. She cries out, lets her head fall forward onto his shoulder as both their hips rock into her, Blaine’s fingers still working inside her panties.
“Fuck, this is hot,” Blaine groans at some point, rubbing at her hard and steady, and Rachel’s coming apart. Kurt’s got her t-shirt hiked all the way up to her collarbones, her nipples being tweaked by his fingers, brushing up against his chest, his fine chest hair making them peak harder, and it’s too much.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps into Kurt’s shoulder, pumping her hips against Blaine’s finger. “I’m close - just don’t stop -”
“I’ve got you,” Blaine murmurs low in her ear, and Kurt bends over and - oh god, that’s his tongue, he’s licking her breast across her nipple, laving at it, and that’s what sends her over, Kurt’s tongue and Blaine’s finger and -
“Fuu-huu-huuuck,” she chants as her body clenches and spasms, quivering all over. Her breath comes short and loud as her weight slumps onto Kurt, and his strong arms come around her to hold her up.
“Shit,” Kurt says, stroking her hair. “Rach, that was really hot.”
“Not done -” she pants. “We’re not done yet, are we?”
Blaine grins. “Not by a long shot. Nobody’s even naked yet.”
“Yeah, let’s work on that,” Kurt says, and then it’s a flurry of hands and clothes and the next thing Rachel knows, she’s got two cocks in her face. Two very hard, very large cocks, one of them shimmering at the tip with a drop of clear liquid. “So, how up for that blowjob challenge are you?” Kurt asks, stroking himself, and oh my god, Rachel really wants him in her mouth. “Because I’d really, really love to be sucked off.”
Blaine looks delighted. “Yes. Absolutely.” He moves to the floor, kneeling right in front of the bed, but Kurt shakes his head.
“No, honey, Rachel first. I want you to finish me off.”
Blaine looks even more pleased with that idea, and he hops back up on the bed to watch, excitement in his eyes.
“You okay with this, Rach?” he asks, scooting closer to her.
She nods, unable to speak, and he rubs his dick over her lips, coating them with precome. She sticks her tongue out to lick, and it’s hard for her not to moan. She takes the base with her hand, steadying it, and licks around the tip, and fuck it, takes half of it in her mouth. Kurt gasps above her. She’s surprised at how good it is - Kurt’s significantly better groomed than Finn ever was, and he tastes cleaner than Brody, and he seems to fit her mouth just right, so she sinks a little lower and sucks lightly.
“Ohhh,” he moans, “okay, I take it back. Rach - ahhh - you’re pretty good at this.” She lifts her eyes, looking at him through mascara-darkened lashes, and winks. He shudders, and she feels more than a little proud of herself. She sucks harder, and it’s turning her on, the way Kurt’s moaning, the way Blaine’s watching, slack-jawed. Kurt is velvet-covered iron in her mouth, and god, this is probably the nicest blowjob she’s ever given. Why can’t straight boys learn to manscape?
Soon, Kurt’s tapping her on the shoulder. “Rach - Rach, hang on. I’m sorry, no offense, but I just really, really - fuck, Rach - want to come down Blaine’s throat, and - ohhhhhhhh - I’m actually really close, and -”
He breaks off as she slips her way off of him. She doesn’t mind, not really, not when she gets to watch the apparently-talented Blaine “deepthroat like a pornstar.”
Kurt wasn’t lying, apparently.
Blaine’s kneeling on the floor again, and she moves so she can see better. Kurt’s entire dick - the whole length of it, and it’s long - in his mouth, down his throat, and he’s moaning around it and Kurt is shaking. His hands are in Blaine’s hair and he’s tugging, and Blaine seems to like it because he’s palming himself and sucking, and Rachel can see him swallow, can see that Adam’s apple bob, and oh Jesus.
Her legs fall apart, and her finger trails down to her clit.
“Blaine - Blaine, oh honey, I’m so - oh god, fuck -”
There’s some communication going on with their eyes, Kurt seems to be asking and Blaine seems to be answering, and she’s not sure how they do this ESP thing, but then she doesn’t care because Kurt is fucking Blaine’s mouth. Hard. And Blaine’s just taking it, and Kurt’s groaning, and it’s the hottest thing Rachel’s ever seen.
And then it’s even better, because she gets to see Kurt’s “o” face as he comes hard down Blaine’s throat.
His head’s thrown back and his mouth is open and he’s the very picture of sex. His arms are taut, biceps visible, his back is arched, and she can see him pulsing it out, can see Blaine swallowing. Blaine’s eyes are open, and he looks so happy with a cock stuffed down his throat while he’s trying not to choke on come.
She tips her head, stills her hand for a moment, and thinks, This is what love looks like.
Kurt pulls out and falls on the bed beside her, and she strokes over his hair and kisses his face and smiles at his peaceful, half-drunk eyes and he grins at her. “He’s really good,” he pants.
“He’s also really, really turned on.” Blaine appears, knees red from kneeling on the hardwoods, his voice a little rough. “Rach? Are you up for -”
“Oh my god please fuck me,” she blurts, and he laughs.
“Okay.”
He reaches over and digs in a drawer, pulls out a condom and some lube, holds the bottle up. “Do you need -”
“Ahh, maybe later, but not right now?” she says, her finger playing in the pool of liquid at the opening of her vagina. “Do you want me to …” She gestures toward the condom.
“Sure,” Blaine says, holding it out to her.
She rolls it on and he moans, his dick twitching under her hand. God, this is going to be so good.
“Do you, uh - prep? Do you have to prep?” he stammers. “I’m sorry - I’ve just never done this before -”
“Prep?”
“You know, stretch you out …” He’s blushing as red as his cock is, and it’s adorable.
“Oh, Blaine, honey,” she says, coming up on her knees, face to face with him. “It stretches by itself.”
She locks him in a kiss, her tongue darting out of her mouth and into his, and his cock’s between her legs, rubbing delicious against her skin, and god, how she wants. He eases her down to the bed - “Is this okay?” - and she kisses him some more. He tastes so good, different than Kurt, and those curls, and she tangles her hands in his hair again. He’s rubbing against her out of sheer need and it’s driving her crazy. She could come again just from that, she’s sure, and she tells him so.
“Do you want to?” he asks, glancing at Kurt, who’s lying next to her watching intently, his chest still rising and falling heavily, his cock limp against his thigh. He looks completely blissed out, smiling and reaching over to pet her arm every now and then.
“I mean -” she says, blushing. “Who doesn’t want multiple orgasms?”
“Okay, I can try,” Blaine tells her. “But - I’m really turned on. If I get close -”
“If you get close, I want you to fuck me,” she murmurs, brushing a curl off his forehead. “Understood?”
“Yeah.”
He moves, slow and deliberate, and it’s heaven, rubbing her clit against his cock like that. She wishes they weren’t wearing condoms - she wishes they could feel all of her, could feel how wet she is, but even though they’re all clean and she’s on the pill, they don’t want to take any chances. This is supposed to be fun, not life-changing. Still, though, it’s good, the friction that she’s been wanting all night long, and it’s hardly any time at all before she’s gasping. “Can I try something?” she pants. “Are you still good?”
“I’m harder than fuck, but sure,” he grunts out, eyes squeezed shut.
Carefully, she moves to flip them, and he catches the hint, rolling her on top of him. She’s glad he and Kurt have managed to procure a king-sized bed. It takes up almost the whole of their room, but she’s pretty sure they don’t care, and right now, neither does she. She braces herself on his shoulders and rolls down over his cock, now able to control the rhythm herself. She’s so wet now that his dick is soaked, and no, they absolutely don’t need lube.
“Shit,” she hears from beside her, and she glances at Kurt, who is not hanging limp any longer. Dick in hand, he’s watching, wide-eyed.
“Rach?” Blaine gasps. “Are you close? Because -”
“Yeah, yeah, just give me a second -” she gasps, grinding harder, faster. “Can you - my nipples -” and she doesn’t even care how embarrassing it sounds, because the heat is coiled in her belly, desperate to escape, and she just needs a tiny bit more of something to bring her over the edge.
It’s Kurt who comes to her rescue, his half-hard cock pressing against her ass as he bends over her, grasping both breasts in his hands. He rolls her nipples between his fingers and Blaine’s groaning underneath her - she thinks that maybe Kurt’s dick is rubbing up against Blaine, too, and he’s shaking and she’s so, so close, almost there -
She shifts a little, and there it is, the white hot sensation pouring over her as she cries out, spasming over Blaine’s cock. She’s still clenching when his eyes turn predatory and he flips them back over and god, yes, it’s exactly what she wants.
He slides in easily, mostly because she wants him so bad that her body just sort of opens up to him, and he chokes on his own breath, hips jittering forward.
“How is it?” Kurt asks, curious.
“Fuck,” comes Blaine’s strangled answer, and Rachel manages to smile at him as Blaine pushes her knees back.
“You can see for yourself when he’s done, if you want.”
Blaine’s grunts are filling the room, and Kurt’s eyes turn dark. Rachel’s not sure if he’s jealous or turned on, and she still can’t decide when the bottle of lube clicks open. “Hold still for a second, baby,” Kurt murmurs, and Blaine does, and Rachel really feels him now, feels his girth and the way he’s stretching her, filling her, and oh god, that’s really doing it for her. She never even really came down from that last orgasm, and here’s another one heating up.
This is the best night of her life.
Then she gasps, because Blaine’s just slammed into her, as deep as he’ll go, and he’s pretty long and really wide, but then she realizes it’s because Kurt’s finger is in his ass.
“Oh my god, there, oh baby, there,” Blaine moans, and Kurt grins, his eyes dirty. He does something with his hand and Blaine shouts out.
Rachel grabs his head, moving wildly, and forces him to look at her. “Blaine?”
“Uh?”
“Fuck me now.”
He does, with Kurt’s fingers in his asshole pressing on his prostate, she guesses, and damn, she wishes she had a prostate to press, because Blaine is on fire. He’s got her knees pressed back to her chest and he seems not quite human, more animal than human, fucking in and out of her like it’s the last thing he’ll ever do.
“Kurt, oh Kurt,” he moans, then, “Rach - god, Rach, yeah -”
“You need to come?” Kurt asks him, and his voice turns Rachel on even more; she can’t imagine what it does to Blaine.
And then she can, because he’s begging, needy, and fucking into her harder, and she’s going to be so sore tomorrow, and she’s going to love it.
“Come, baby,” Kurt says, reaches down and grabs his balls, Rachel knows because she can feel Kurt’s hand against her ass, and Blaine shouts again, presses so deep that Rachel can feel him in her eyeballs, and pulses long and hard.
It’s too soon when Blaine’s pulling out of her and Jesus, yeah, she’s already sore, she’ll feel this night for days. She’s also turned on, close to the edge but not quite there, and she knows if Kurt fucks her just right, she’ll be coming her brains out for a third time that night.
She wants Kurt to fuck her just right.
And it looks like he’ll be able to, he’s hard again, but not until after he takes care of Blaine. Her heart is melting in her chest as Blaine ties off the condom, tosses it in the trash, and then falls into Kurt, who’s murmuring sweetly to him and wiping his face with the Egyptian cotton sheet.
“Shhh,” Kurt whispers, “you’re so perfect, did you like that?”
“You’re not mad, are you?” comes the muffled question against Kurt’s chest. “You don’t feel like I cheated?”
“No, baby, no - I was right here the whole time.”
Blaine looks up, and Rachel’s heart might explode. “I just didn’t expect to like it so much.”
“Blaine, baby, I had my finger in your ass the entire time. Of course you liked it.”
This seems to calm Blaine, and he grins, and Rachel grins, and Kurt grins, and she just loves them both so much, her heart might burst with it.
She brushes Kurt’s arm with her fingertips, smiles a little shyly. “Do you want to know how it feels?”
He doesn’t answer, and Blaine tenderly brushes his hair back and kisses him sweetly. “Kurt, it’s good. You should try - god, I really want to watch you -”
And Kurt nods once, kisses Blaine back and crawls over to her, his dick bouncing against his belly. He pulls her into a kiss, his cock pressing between her legs, and ohhh, just pressure on her clit is enough to make her back arch.
Kurt pulls a condom out of the box that Blaine left on the bed and Rachel whimpers when he moves back to roll it on. She shakes her head when she grabs the lube.
Kurt, believe me, you don’t need that. Here, feel.” She takes his hand and drags it down to her vagina, still soaked and slippery, and Kurt’s eyes grow wide. He sets the bottle down, swallows hard. “If it makes you feel any better, even after this, I still know you’re captial-G gay,” she tells him. “We’re just playing.”
“Yeah. I know,” he murmurs, then brushes her hair out of her face. He lines himself up and she scoots her bottom down, and he’s slipping inside, slower and steadier than Blaine had. She closes her eyes, lets herself feel.
“Oh,” he whispers when he’s fully sheathed. “That’s - it’s different. But not.”
“How?”
“It’s - it stretches more. It’s easier. It’s - I can feel you everywhere, god.”
“Do you like it?” Rachel asks, keeping her voice even.
“I - yeah, it’s -” Kurt pulls out, pushes back in. “I mean, it feels - good.”
Blaine reaches up, drags a sleepy hand down Kurt’s arm. “‘M right here. You’re allowed to like it, baby.”
Buried inside Rachel, Kurt leans over to kiss Blaine, loose and open. She feels him grow harder inside her.
“Kurt,” she says, running a hand through his hair, “keep kissing Blaine.” He does, and his hips begin to move, and ohhh, yeah, that’s what she wants, just slow and steady for now. He’s getting harder by the second, but his thrusts are not, and she can’t help the sighs escaping her chest as he pushes in and pulls out and back again, as she turns her head to watch them kiss.
“Oh, Kurt,” she breathes, and she can see why Blaine wants to be fucked all the time. Yes, feels so good. Blaine lazily reaches over and brushes his fingers against her chest and her hips begin to meet Kurt’s thrusts.
His and Blaine’s kisses are getting sloppier, Kurt’s breathing heavy against Blaine’s mouth, and his hips are slowly beginning to pick up speed. It’s smoother than when Blaine fucked her, but Blaine had been on-edge for a long time, and Kurt’s already come once, so she guesses that’s the difference.
Finally, panting, Kurt detaches himself from Blaine and props up on his elbows above her, his pupils blown. “Oh god,” he gasps, “this can’t leave the room, but fucking hell, Rachel …”
She smiles, proud of herself, and now it’s Blaine leaning down to kiss her.
“Rach, can I try something?” he asks.
“What?”
“I - want to touch you. Like Kurt touched me earlier.”
“Um -”
“I promise I won’t hurt you,” he says gently, brushing her hair out of her face.
“Oh god you should let him,” Kurt says in a rush, his hips pumping harder. “It’s - shit, Rach, it’s something you need to experience. Let him try.”
She pauses, thinks about what a stretch it must have been for both of them to get here, and nods her head. “Okay. But - if it hurts, you’ll stop, right?”
“Of course I will.” Blaine kisses her forehead, grabs the lube.
Kurt’s hips stop moving as Blaine crawls over beside him, his hand wandering down, over Rachel’s clit, squeezing at the base of Kurt’s cock where it’s just emerging from her opening, making him moan and shudder. Blaine’s hand moves down, down, back to where fingers have never been before. The cap of the lube clicks open, there’s a soft pressure, and then he withdraws his hand.
“Okay,” Blaine says, his voice steady. “It’ll feel cold at first, and it might feel a little strange.”
She holds her breath. It tickles at first, his finger, just tracing around the outside of her - well, she’d rather not think about it, just wants to feel, and - oh. Oh.
It stretches, a different kind of stretch than Kurt’s cock is doing, but it’s not bad, and then Kurt’s hips move and he slips out just a little, then plunges back in.
“Oh,” she sighs, her hands coming up to hold her own knees, splaying open for them both.
She feels - she doesn’t even know, she just feels, and as she stares up at them, Kurt’s face morphing back and forth between twisted and slack, Blaine’s forehead furrowed in careful concentration, she feels so, so taken care of, and she wants more. She’s never done this before, never even thought about it, but god she wants to explore it, wants to see what it will do to her.
“You okay?” Blaine asks, but he’s not looking at her, and she can see awe in his face as he watches Kurt’s cock move in and out of her.
“So good.” She shifts her hips, and they both slip deeper into her. “More,” she whines as she lets go of the back of one knee, her fingers going straight to her clit as her leg curls around Kurt’s back.
She can tell Kurt’s trying to hold still as Blaine slowly pulls his finger out, but even with his efforts, he’s still rocking gently back and forth, and she’s so glad, because god, that feels good. She hears the squelch of more lube, and Kurt actually does stop moving for a second, and oh shit.
“Breathe, Rachel,” Blaine says as she looks at him with wide eyes, his fingers breaching her, stretching her, pressing in slow and steady. “Two is a lot more. Just give it a second.”
It doesn’t hurt, not really, but it’s so much - she feels like she’s being stuffed too full with too many things at once, and she’s not sure if she likes it. But then Blaine’s fingers move to fuck her slowly, carefully, and that helps a lot, actually, the moving, and then Kurt’s hips go again, and - fuck, it feels good.
She realizes she’s moaning, her finger rubbing hard at her clit, and Kurt presses in harder with his cock. “God, Rach …”
The longer it goes on, the better it is, and Jesus this is the best sex she’s ever had, ever. It’s because there are two of them, and enough hands and dicks to touch everything that wants to be touched, and oh god, everything wants to be touched right now. It’s sparking some sort of electricity between her legs, all over, she’s never felt so much before, and the sounds she’s making she’s not going to want to remember in the morning.
She’s going to remember it for days. Months, even. (Maybe years.)
She opens her eyes to see that Blaine has moved a little, sort of adjacent to Kurt, and they’re kissing above her, open-mouthed and wanton, and how they’re doing that and still moving in her she can’t possibly understand. Kurt seems to be coming apart a little. He’s sweating, moisture glistening on his skin, and his hips have that sharp snap thing going on that Blaine’s were doing earlier, and fuck yeah, that’s really working for her.
She moves her hips to meet his, thrust for thrust, and he’s cursing now, loudly, and Blaine’s fingers feel so fucking good, and - oh god.
Blaine’s grunting - “Fuck, Kurt, god” - and he braces himself better and grabs the lube. He taps on Kurt’s arm, and Kurt shifts, taking it from him, squeezing some into his palm.
And then she almost loses it at the sight of him, cock in hand, leaned up against Kurt for support. Blaine’s whispering Kurt’s name as he jerks off with his eyes closed.
“Oh my god, Blaine,” she breathes, and his eyes pop open.
“Sorry, I just -”
“No, don’t, god that’s hot.” She works her clit, lets go of her other knee, tugs on a nipple. “Kurt,” she says, “I want you to fuck me like you fuck him.”
He makes a noise, something entirely otherworldly, and begins pounding into her, and oh hell, she’s so close. Blaine’s cock, hard and red and dripping, is hanging right over her, and somehow his fingers are still pumping in and out, and Jesus, fuck.
“Shit, Rachel,” Blaine grunts, and Kurt’s lips meet his again in a dirty, dirty kiss, and Kurt shudders; she can feel it.
He’s going to come. She knows, and she hooks both legs around his waist, her left thigh hooked between Blaine’s arm and Kurt’s side, and tugs, clenching hard around him.
He sings against Blaine’s mouth and comes with a jolt that she can feel in her stomach, in her legs, all over her. He rocks in and out, riding it, she can feel his cock pulsing inside her, and her hand flies on her clit and Blaine is losing it and she very nearly blacks out.
She doesn’t black out, exactly, she just loses all sense of time and space as Blaine groans and wet-warm come splashes on her stomach, all the way up to her breasts, and it’s a slick sort of heaven as she rubs it over her nipple. “Oh god,” she cries, working her clit, spreading more come around on both breasts, and she doesn’t even care how dirty she’s being. She looks up, sees Blaine and Kurt kissing like there’s no tomorrow, Blaine’s cock fucking into his fist, and all of it together pushes her over the edge. She shouts out her orgasm, clenching around Kurt’s cock, still inside her, and Blaine’s fingers. Her body holds them tight, doesn’t want to let them go, wants that feeling to stay forever.
She comes and comes and comes, her body quaking with it, and when she finally stops, all she can hear is ringing in her ears. She opens her eyes as Blaine draws out his fingers.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants, stumbling up and falling on the bed, half on top of her.
Then Kurt grunts a strangled, “Fuck,” and hauls himself up and out of her, and she’s empty.
She reaches out, latches onto Blaine, come and all, as Kurt ties off the condom and flings it to the floor. Then Kurt curls against her back, his cock still slick with his own come, and she succumbs to the sleepy hormones that swim in her veins.
And here's the end...