Glee Fanfiction
“Yes, yes, I promise they’re closed. Are you ever coming out of there?”
“Just give me another second.”
Kurt carefully placed the final touches on his eyeliner and smirked at his reflection in the mirror, trying to cover up the ball of nervousness that had settled into his stomach. He’d done this before, but he’d never shown anyone else the fruits of his experimenting. But he trusted Mike with his secrets. And he had promised his boyfriend something special for his birthday.
“Your eyes better be closed, Mike. I’m coming out.”
Kurt peeked his head out the bathroom door first and Mike was there, sitting on his bed looking thoroughly amused, but his eyes were closed. Good.
“Well?”
“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
Mike opened his eyes, and his jaw dropped.
Holy hell. There was Kurt, leaning against the doorjamb, looking at him seductively through long lashes and smoky eyes and wearing a corset. The blue silk was pulled tight across his ribs and stomach, accentuating what waist he had. The garment ended just above his hips, serving to emphasize the bony protrusions. Contrasting perfectly against his pale skin, black lace framed the edges of the corset.
Below that, a black miniskirt was draped, just long enough to hide everything, but short enough to tease. The crowning pieces of his outfit, however, were the black stiletto heels and their blue ribbon laces that wove around his calves to just under the knee.
Mike felt his cock growing hard in his jeans from the sight. If he could remember how to breathe, he’d tell his boyfriend how fucking erotic he looked and how much he wanted to throw him down and ravish him.
As it was, though, Mike had been rendered speechless. Kurt shifted upright and took a few steps forward, noting with amusement that Mike’s eyes followed every swish of his hips.
“So…do you like it?”
That caused Mike to spring into action. In seconds he was up off the bed and backing the smaller boy into the wall, devouring his mouth in a hungry kiss. Kurt moaned as his back hit the wall and Mike ran his hands up and down over the silky fabric of the corset, tangling his fingers in the laces along the back.
“Jesus Christ, Kurt,” he said, breaking off the kiss. “You look so fucking hot. Where did you even get a corset?”
“The internet, where else?” Kurt giggled, reaching between them to grasp at Mike’s erection through the fabric of his jeans. He leaned forward to whisper breathily in his ear, “I’m glad that the birthday boy is really… enjoying his present.”
Mike growled, “I’ll show you enjoying,” and bit at Kurt’s lower lip, dragging his teeth along the soft flesh. Kurt groaned and wrapped his arms around Mike’s neck, pulling him in for another demanding kiss. Mike curled his tongue inside Kurt’s open mouth, exploring every warm, wet inch available. Kurt closed his lips and sucked dirtily on the slick muscle, causing the other boy to curse and slam their hips together.
Mike slipped his hands under the loose material of the skirt, running his fingers over the soft skin there. But his fingers stilled when they hit two strings running across Kurt’s hips.
He tore his lips away from Kurt’s. “Are you wearing a -?”
“Yeah,” Kurt said breathlessly, his eyes taking on a mischievous glint. “It matches the corset.”
“Fuck.”
Mike grabbed roughly at Kurt’s hips, pulling him away from the wall and pushing him onto the bed. He flipped up the skirt and, sure enough, a tiny triangle of blue fabric was stretched tight across Kurt’s hard cock, held in place by a few thin black strings.
“I thought you’d like that,” Kurt murmured lowly, smirking. He was spread out on the bed, corset rising and falling with every heavy breath, face flushed, red lips wet and swollen; he looked like an erotic feast just waiting to be devoured. Mike had never been so turned on in his life.
“I saw the way you looked at me when I wore that corset to school.” Kurt sat up and began tugging at Mike’s shirt. “You couldn’t take your eyes off of me. I think it turned you on. You got hard, didn’t you? Right there in school.”
Kurt made a tsk-ing sound as he pulled Mike’s white t-shirt over his head.
“Did you jerk off to the thought of me in that outfit? Did you pretend it was me when you wrapped your hand around your dick?”
Mike groaned. Kurt was right; he had been using that image as his masturbation fantasy for a while now. But reality was so much better than fantasy, because Kurt had managed to work open his jeans and was now slowly running his hand along Mike’s hard length.
“Mmm, I bet those Gaga heels got you all hot and bothered too. I bet you spent all week thinking about bending me over and fucking me hard while I was wearing them, didn’t you?”
Kurt leaned forward and swirled his tongue around the tip of Mike’s cock, licking up the leaking precum. Sliding his lips forward over the head, he sucked hard and the other boy let out a string of curses.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come too soon with that sexy little mouth of yours.” Mike threaded his hands through Kurt’s hair and tugged him off with a groan. Quickly, he discarded his jeans and boxers, before crawling over the smaller boy, situating himself between Kurt’s spread legs.
When Mike kissed him, he could taste himself on Kurt’s tongue and it just made him hungrier for more. Kurt was all too happy to oblige, kissing back fiercely, rolling his hips up.
Pulling back, Mike ran his hands along Kurt’s legs, tracing the tied ribbons, spreading his thighs farther apart and pushing the skirt up. The thong left nothing to the imagination, so he had a perfect view of his boyfriend’s twitching pink hole. He ran his finger under the black string that ran between Kurt’s cheeks and pulled until it was tight, allowing it to then snap back against the sensitive area. Kurt squealed and squirmed at the unexpected sensation.
“Mike,” he drew out the name, “stop teasing, you bastard.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Mike huffed a laugh, tugging the underwear off and tossing it onto the bed next to them.
Kurt was about to reply, but then Mike ran the flat of his tongue over his opening, and what was a snappy comeback turned into a drawn out moan.
Mike grinned and circled the tip of his tongue around the twitching hole, gradually working his tongue into the tight ring of muscle. Kurt was reduced to a pile of incoherent goo, his hands alternating between clutching the bedspread and rubbing against his thighs. Mike loved to watch his boyfriend come undone, the usual poise replaced with inarticulate pleas.
“Jesus fuck, just please, Mike, please, please just…” Kurt loved the feel of that slick muscle caressing his inner walls, and he let out a high-pitched whine when it was removed. But it was almost instantly replaced with two lube-slick fingers, pushing deeper and stretching him wide (but where the hell had he gotten lube from? Kurt would swear that Mike, for all his goofball tendencies, was a fucking sex ninja, hand to God).
But Kurt didn’t have much time to contemplate his boyfriend’s insane skills as said boyfriend was busy working a third slick finger inside Kurt’s tight channel, and all coherent thought immediately fled.
Mike slowly moved his fingers in and out of Kurt, pushing them deeper with each thrust of his hand, twisting them to stretch the muscles out. With his other hand, he ran his fingers over the soft material of the corset, feeling the stiff boning and the metal snaps in front. He wondered how Kurt managed to breathe in the thing, let alone make those high-pitched whimpers that went straight to his cock.
The pads of his fingers finally found that bundle of nerves, and Kurt let out a strangled shriek in pleasure, bucking up his hips.
“Fuuuck,” Kurt drew out the vowel, clenching his muscles as Mike’s fingers thrust in deep. “Mike, please, just fuck me! Fuck, I need you inside me, please, Mike.”
Leaning forward to run his tongue over Kurt’s chest, along the edge of the corset, Mike grinned.
“But it’s my birthday, what if I want to draw this out for a while - take you slowly?” He knew the words were a lie as he said them. With Kurt like this, he wouldn’t be able to resist pounding the boy into the mattress. But he also couldn’t resist teasing him.
Kurt’s whine morphed into a groan as Mike extricated his fingers, brushing against his sensitive prostate one last time.
Quickly, the skirt was removed and a condom was rolled over Mike’s aching cock. He lined himself up with Kurt’s hole, spreading lube over his erection, and Kurt mewled in anticipation.
Mike slowly pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle. Kurt moaned, high and loud in pleasure. He’d been waiting for - daydreaming about - the way this felt all day. Mike was hot and thick inside of him, spreading him open as he pushed all the way in, and God he’d never be able to get enough of this feeling.
When he was completely sheathed inside of Kurt, Mike paused to allow him to adjust, placing small kisses along the boy’s neck and jaw. But soon enough, Kurt was writhing beneath him, turning his head to catch Mike’s mouth in a hard kiss.
Slowly, Mike began to move - short, shallow thrusts at first because Kurt was so fucking tight around him, but they became deeper as Kurt began to relax and open up around his cock.
Kurt moaned and whimpered into Mike’s mouth, wrapping his legs around Mike’s waist so he could move his hips to meet the other boy’s thrusts. The slight change in position created the perfect angle for Mike to slam into Kurt’s prostate. Shrieking in pleasure, Kurt arched his back off the bed, tightening his legs against Mike’s lower back.
“Fuck,” Mike growled. The pointed heels of Kurt’s stilettos were digging sharply into his skin, but the odd mix of pain and pleasure was so arousing that he didn’t even care that he was going to be bruised tomorrow.
“Oh god, Mike, please, I need…harder, please, fuck, Mike…”
Mike was all too happy to give Kurt what he was begging for. He slid one of Kurt’s legs up over his shoulder and began to fuck him with purpose, setting a fast and furious pace as he practically bent the smaller boy in half. With every thrust, Mike could feel the heel of Kurt’s shoes scraping against his back, turning him on even more.
With one hand tangled in the laces of the corset, Mike curled his other hand around Kurt’s dripping cock. Smearing pre-cum all over his hand, Mike stroked Kurt in time with his thrusts.
The combined sensations overwhelmed Kurt and he felt his orgasm crash over him, sending him spiraling off into wave after wave of pleasure. Mike continued to fuck him through his climax, but his thrusts became more erratic and soon he was shuddering and coming apart above him.
Mike collapsed heavily on top Kurt, and the smaller boy groaned, but not in displeasure. Mike was a warm weight on top of him, safe and comfortable, and Kurt decided it would be okay to close his eyes and relax for a few moments.
-
When Kurt woke up, it was to the feeling of someone tugging at the laces wrapped around his legs. He waited until Mike had peeled off all the ribbon and removed both shoes before he sat up.
“Hey,” Mike whispered quietly, “You dozed off for a little while there.” He crawled back over to the smaller boy and gently kissed him.
Kurt hummed happily and smiled into the kiss, bringing his hand up to curl his fingers in Mike’s hair.
“You should stay,” he pulled back just far enough so they could lean their foreheads together. “The night, I mean.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, well, my dad and Carole are on a romantic weekend getaway and Finn is at Puck’s for a 48-hour Futurama marathon, so I have the house to myself for the night. And I want you to stay,” Kurt mumbled as he curled their fingers together.
“Okay.” Mike grinned at him, before leaning in for another kiss. “This has been the best birthday ever.”
Kurt poked him in the side. “You only say that because you’re not the one wearing the corset. Still wearing. Why am I still wearing this thing anyway? Why haven’t you taken it off already?”
“Is that a challenge I hear in your voice?”
Kurt barely had time to laugh before Mike tackled him.
“Just give me another second.”
Kurt carefully placed the final touches on his eyeliner and smirked at his reflection in the mirror, trying to cover up the ball of nervousness that had settled into his stomach. He’d done this before, but he’d never shown anyone else the fruits of his experimenting. But he trusted Mike with his secrets. And he had promised his boyfriend something special for his birthday.
“Your eyes better be closed, Mike. I’m coming out.”
Kurt peeked his head out the bathroom door first and Mike was there, sitting on his bed looking thoroughly amused, but his eyes were closed. Good.
“Well?”
“Okay, you can open your eyes now.”
Mike opened his eyes, and his jaw dropped.
Holy hell. There was Kurt, leaning against the doorjamb, looking at him seductively through long lashes and smoky eyes and wearing a corset. The blue silk was pulled tight across his ribs and stomach, accentuating what waist he had. The garment ended just above his hips, serving to emphasize the bony protrusions. Contrasting perfectly against his pale skin, black lace framed the edges of the corset.
Below that, a black miniskirt was draped, just long enough to hide everything, but short enough to tease. The crowning pieces of his outfit, however, were the black stiletto heels and their blue ribbon laces that wove around his calves to just under the knee.
Mike felt his cock growing hard in his jeans from the sight. If he could remember how to breathe, he’d tell his boyfriend how fucking erotic he looked and how much he wanted to throw him down and ravish him.
As it was, though, Mike had been rendered speechless. Kurt shifted upright and took a few steps forward, noting with amusement that Mike’s eyes followed every swish of his hips.
“So…do you like it?”
That caused Mike to spring into action. In seconds he was up off the bed and backing the smaller boy into the wall, devouring his mouth in a hungry kiss. Kurt moaned as his back hit the wall and Mike ran his hands up and down over the silky fabric of the corset, tangling his fingers in the laces along the back.
“Jesus Christ, Kurt,” he said, breaking off the kiss. “You look so fucking hot. Where did you even get a corset?”
“The internet, where else?” Kurt giggled, reaching between them to grasp at Mike’s erection through the fabric of his jeans. He leaned forward to whisper breathily in his ear, “I’m glad that the birthday boy is really… enjoying his present.”
Mike growled, “I’ll show you enjoying,” and bit at Kurt’s lower lip, dragging his teeth along the soft flesh. Kurt groaned and wrapped his arms around Mike’s neck, pulling him in for another demanding kiss. Mike curled his tongue inside Kurt’s open mouth, exploring every warm, wet inch available. Kurt closed his lips and sucked dirtily on the slick muscle, causing the other boy to curse and slam their hips together.
Mike slipped his hands under the loose material of the skirt, running his fingers over the soft skin there. But his fingers stilled when they hit two strings running across Kurt’s hips.
He tore his lips away from Kurt’s. “Are you wearing a -?”
“Yeah,” Kurt said breathlessly, his eyes taking on a mischievous glint. “It matches the corset.”
“Fuck.”
Mike grabbed roughly at Kurt’s hips, pulling him away from the wall and pushing him onto the bed. He flipped up the skirt and, sure enough, a tiny triangle of blue fabric was stretched tight across Kurt’s hard cock, held in place by a few thin black strings.
“I thought you’d like that,” Kurt murmured lowly, smirking. He was spread out on the bed, corset rising and falling with every heavy breath, face flushed, red lips wet and swollen; he looked like an erotic feast just waiting to be devoured. Mike had never been so turned on in his life.
“I saw the way you looked at me when I wore that corset to school.” Kurt sat up and began tugging at Mike’s shirt. “You couldn’t take your eyes off of me. I think it turned you on. You got hard, didn’t you? Right there in school.”
Kurt made a tsk-ing sound as he pulled Mike’s white t-shirt over his head.
“Did you jerk off to the thought of me in that outfit? Did you pretend it was me when you wrapped your hand around your dick?”
Mike groaned. Kurt was right; he had been using that image as his masturbation fantasy for a while now. But reality was so much better than fantasy, because Kurt had managed to work open his jeans and was now slowly running his hand along Mike’s hard length.
“Mmm, I bet those Gaga heels got you all hot and bothered too. I bet you spent all week thinking about bending me over and fucking me hard while I was wearing them, didn’t you?”
Kurt leaned forward and swirled his tongue around the tip of Mike’s cock, licking up the leaking precum. Sliding his lips forward over the head, he sucked hard and the other boy let out a string of curses.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come too soon with that sexy little mouth of yours.” Mike threaded his hands through Kurt’s hair and tugged him off with a groan. Quickly, he discarded his jeans and boxers, before crawling over the smaller boy, situating himself between Kurt’s spread legs.
When Mike kissed him, he could taste himself on Kurt’s tongue and it just made him hungrier for more. Kurt was all too happy to oblige, kissing back fiercely, rolling his hips up.
Pulling back, Mike ran his hands along Kurt’s legs, tracing the tied ribbons, spreading his thighs farther apart and pushing the skirt up. The thong left nothing to the imagination, so he had a perfect view of his boyfriend’s twitching pink hole. He ran his finger under the black string that ran between Kurt’s cheeks and pulled until it was tight, allowing it to then snap back against the sensitive area. Kurt squealed and squirmed at the unexpected sensation.
“Mike,” he drew out the name, “stop teasing, you bastard.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere,” Mike huffed a laugh, tugging the underwear off and tossing it onto the bed next to them.
Kurt was about to reply, but then Mike ran the flat of his tongue over his opening, and what was a snappy comeback turned into a drawn out moan.
Mike grinned and circled the tip of his tongue around the twitching hole, gradually working his tongue into the tight ring of muscle. Kurt was reduced to a pile of incoherent goo, his hands alternating between clutching the bedspread and rubbing against his thighs. Mike loved to watch his boyfriend come undone, the usual poise replaced with inarticulate pleas.
“Jesus fuck, just please, Mike, please, please just…” Kurt loved the feel of that slick muscle caressing his inner walls, and he let out a high-pitched whine when it was removed. But it was almost instantly replaced with two lube-slick fingers, pushing deeper and stretching him wide (but where the hell had he gotten lube from? Kurt would swear that Mike, for all his goofball tendencies, was a fucking sex ninja, hand to God).
But Kurt didn’t have much time to contemplate his boyfriend’s insane skills as said boyfriend was busy working a third slick finger inside Kurt’s tight channel, and all coherent thought immediately fled.
Mike slowly moved his fingers in and out of Kurt, pushing them deeper with each thrust of his hand, twisting them to stretch the muscles out. With his other hand, he ran his fingers over the soft material of the corset, feeling the stiff boning and the metal snaps in front. He wondered how Kurt managed to breathe in the thing, let alone make those high-pitched whimpers that went straight to his cock.
The pads of his fingers finally found that bundle of nerves, and Kurt let out a strangled shriek in pleasure, bucking up his hips.
“Fuuuck,” Kurt drew out the vowel, clenching his muscles as Mike’s fingers thrust in deep. “Mike, please, just fuck me! Fuck, I need you inside me, please, Mike.”
Leaning forward to run his tongue over Kurt’s chest, along the edge of the corset, Mike grinned.
“But it’s my birthday, what if I want to draw this out for a while - take you slowly?” He knew the words were a lie as he said them. With Kurt like this, he wouldn’t be able to resist pounding the boy into the mattress. But he also couldn’t resist teasing him.
Kurt’s whine morphed into a groan as Mike extricated his fingers, brushing against his sensitive prostate one last time.
Quickly, the skirt was removed and a condom was rolled over Mike’s aching cock. He lined himself up with Kurt’s hole, spreading lube over his erection, and Kurt mewled in anticipation.
Mike slowly pushed the head of his cock past the tight ring of muscle. Kurt moaned, high and loud in pleasure. He’d been waiting for - daydreaming about - the way this felt all day. Mike was hot and thick inside of him, spreading him open as he pushed all the way in, and God he’d never be able to get enough of this feeling.
When he was completely sheathed inside of Kurt, Mike paused to allow him to adjust, placing small kisses along the boy’s neck and jaw. But soon enough, Kurt was writhing beneath him, turning his head to catch Mike’s mouth in a hard kiss.
Slowly, Mike began to move - short, shallow thrusts at first because Kurt was so fucking tight around him, but they became deeper as Kurt began to relax and open up around his cock.
Kurt moaned and whimpered into Mike’s mouth, wrapping his legs around Mike’s waist so he could move his hips to meet the other boy’s thrusts. The slight change in position created the perfect angle for Mike to slam into Kurt’s prostate. Shrieking in pleasure, Kurt arched his back off the bed, tightening his legs against Mike’s lower back.
“Fuck,” Mike growled. The pointed heels of Kurt’s stilettos were digging sharply into his skin, but the odd mix of pain and pleasure was so arousing that he didn’t even care that he was going to be bruised tomorrow.
“Oh god, Mike, please, I need…harder, please, fuck, Mike…”
Mike was all too happy to give Kurt what he was begging for. He slid one of Kurt’s legs up over his shoulder and began to fuck him with purpose, setting a fast and furious pace as he practically bent the smaller boy in half. With every thrust, Mike could feel the heel of Kurt’s shoes scraping against his back, turning him on even more.
With one hand tangled in the laces of the corset, Mike curled his other hand around Kurt’s dripping cock. Smearing pre-cum all over his hand, Mike stroked Kurt in time with his thrusts.
The combined sensations overwhelmed Kurt and he felt his orgasm crash over him, sending him spiraling off into wave after wave of pleasure. Mike continued to fuck him through his climax, but his thrusts became more erratic and soon he was shuddering and coming apart above him.
Mike collapsed heavily on top Kurt, and the smaller boy groaned, but not in displeasure. Mike was a warm weight on top of him, safe and comfortable, and Kurt decided it would be okay to close his eyes and relax for a few moments.
-
When Kurt woke up, it was to the feeling of someone tugging at the laces wrapped around his legs. He waited until Mike had peeled off all the ribbon and removed both shoes before he sat up.
“Hey,” Mike whispered quietly, “You dozed off for a little while there.” He crawled back over to the smaller boy and gently kissed him.
Kurt hummed happily and smiled into the kiss, bringing his hand up to curl his fingers in Mike’s hair.
“You should stay,” he pulled back just far enough so they could lean their foreheads together. “The night, I mean.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, well, my dad and Carole are on a romantic weekend getaway and Finn is at Puck’s for a 48-hour Futurama marathon, so I have the house to myself for the night. And I want you to stay,” Kurt mumbled as he curled their fingers together.
“Okay.” Mike grinned at him, before leaning in for another kiss. “This has been the best birthday ever.”
Kurt poked him in the side. “You only say that because you’re not the one wearing the corset. Still wearing. Why am I still wearing this thing anyway? Why haven’t you taken it off already?”
“Is that a challenge I hear in your voice?”
Kurt barely had time to laugh before Mike tackled him.