blow me (one last kiss)
Title: blow me (one last kiss)
Rating: Light R
Word Count: ~1600
Spoilers: 4.01 The New Rachel
Summary: Their last night before Kurt leaves for New York.
Notes: Spoiler alert: no actual blowjobs. Just messy grinding. This is about as smutty as I can get for now, sorry.
That last Friday Night Dinner before Kurt leaves is tense. Nobody really says much. Carole has sort of been on edge since the day Finn left and Blaine has been all wistful smiles and watering eyes since earlier in the week when Burt surprised Kurt with the ticket to New York. Kurt keeps one hand tight in Blaine’s under the table as they awkwardly eat one-handedly.
Kurt feels like he’s going crazy. He felt amazing when he went into the Lima Bean to hand in his apron, trying to ignore Kitty sneering at him from the corner; knowing that in a matter of days he’d be in the city of his dreams with one of his best friends. But now with Blaine at his side, all he feels is this crushing sadness. He feels like someone is squeezing around his chest as tightly as possible without ever planning to let go.
And he’s excited to see Rachel. He is. He’s excited to be in New York, even if he isn’t enrolled in classes like he wanted to be. He’s still going to be living his dream - just a slightly altered version. And from her phone calls, she seems to be just as excited about the city as he hopes to be.
Carole and his dad venture to the living room as he and Blaine silently wash up from dinner. They stand at the sink, Kurt washing, Blaine drying, and neither says a word. In an effort to lighten the tension, Kurt bumps Blaine’s hip with his. All it gets him is a tight smile and a light, half-hearted bump back. When he washes the last plate and hands it to Blaine, he dries his hands and presses a quick kiss to his cheek before leaving the kitchen.
When Blaine joins him in the den, Burt and Carole are shrugging on light jackets and slipping into shoes. Blaine looks at Kurt curiously who just smiles.
“We’re going out for dessert,” Carole looks pointedly at Blaine. “You boys be good while we’re gone.”
Kurt hugs his parents, “We will.”
“We’ll be back in an hour,” Burt says, looking less than comfortable with leaving them to themselves, Kurt’s last night in town or not.
“Two,” Carole amends, tugging Burt through the door by his arm. “We’ll be back in two hours.”
When the door closes behind them, Kurt turns and smiles at Blaine, who looks unsure of what to do.
“House to ourselves.”
Blaine nods, looking at the floor.
“Come on. Let’s just watch a movie.” Kurt takes Blaine’s hand and pulls him down next to him on the couch, grabbing the remote and flipping absently through the channels. Blaine leans his head onto Kurt’s shoulder and runs his thumb over Kurt’s fingers where they are intertwined, sighing lightly. He rubs his cheek over the soft fabric of Kurt’s shirt, eyes not focused on where Kurt has found Mean Girls on the television.
“Tomorrow,” Blaine’s voice cracks over the first words he’s said all evening. He chews on the inside of his cheek, pulling back and looking directly at Kurt. “You’re leaving.”
Kurt doesn’t respond, only turns to look at Blaine and nods. He squeezes Blaine’s hand in his and pushes himself up from the couch, keeping their hands tight together. Blaine follows easily, up the stairs and into Kurt’s room.
The door clicks behind them; they don’t bother with the lock.
Blaine looks around to where Kurt’s bag is packed, ready, on top of a stack of boxes. The shelves are mostly bare, the closet full of unused clothes hangers.
He chokes on a sob, throwing himself into Kurt, wrapping his arms tight around him and burying his face in his neck.
“I don’t-” He stops when Kurt puts both his hands on Blaine’s cheeks, pulling their faces close.
Their lips fit perfectly as they always have. Blaine whines into the kiss, his hands moving from around Kurt’s shoulders down to his waist, pulling his body close. His hands scramble along Kurt’s waistband, tugging at his shirt until he reaches the hem, pulling it up and over Kurt’s torso.
The kiss breaks and Kurt fumbles at his belt as Blaine makes quick work of his own shirt and jeans.
They meet, bare skin to bare skin, and moan together, Kurt walking forward until Blaine’s knees hit the bed and he tumbles back. He climbs over Blaine, their legs tangling together, and presses his hips down, immediately groaning at the friction against his aching groin.
Blaine scrambles his hands over Kurt’s back, lifting his hips to meet Kurt’s.
“Kurt,” he moans, “Kurt.”
“I’m right here,” Kurt leans down and whispers against his neck, proving his words with his lips and tongue, pressing onto the pulse point and groaning again.
His fingers trail down Blaine’s sides, running his fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Blaine lifts his hips again, and Kurt tugs them fully off, tossing them over his shoulder and smiling down at Blaine. He reaches down and shimmies out of his own, kicking them off with his toes.
Blaine spreads his knees, and Kurt takes advantage, slotting his body as perfectly to Blaine’s as it always is. When their bodies meet, they immediately bring their mouths together, tongues twisting and licking behind teeth and Blaine wraps his arms fully around Kurt, bringing their hips together frantically.
“Blaine,” Kurt murmurs, “Do you want this to be over this quick?”
Blaine turns his head to the side, eyes screwed shut, whining when Kurt shifts up just a little higher and Blaine’s cock slips behind Kurt’s ball and against his ass.
“Kurt, I want--”
Kurt takes advantage of Blaine’s exposed neck and dips down, sucking a mark below his earlobe, nearly growling at the change in position. “What do you want?”
“I just want you.”
Kurt places his hands on Blaine’s chest, shoving himself up, pushing back against Blaine’s cock, his own red and leaking, rubbing just below Blaine’s belly.
“You have me,” he moans into Blaine’s shoulder, mouthing along the skin there, tongue dipping out to lap up the small beads of sweat. “You have me, Blaine.”
Blaine nods and his breathing picks up, coming out faster than his hips are moving, a high-pitched uh uh uh sound that Kurt knows means he is close. He mimics riding Blaine, one of their favorite positions, lifting up with his thighs, and pressing back harder against Blaine, whose fingers wiggle their way up Kurt’s thighs, gripping tight into the skin.
He lets out a high keen and lifts his hips, heels digging into the mattress to keep his cock in contact with Kurt’s ass as the pleasure spills over and he’s coming onto Kurt’s skin, knowing that the drops of white cover Kurt’s pale skin making it that much better. He huffs out a heavy breath and opens his eyes, a dopey smile overtaking his face.
He laughs and closes his eyes again, bringing a hand from Kurt’s leg to rub over his own face, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. He squeezes Kurt’s thigh with his other hand, lowering it to his cock, swiping his palm over the dripping head and wrapping his fingers tight the way he knows Kurt loves it.
The reaction is almost immediate; Kurt drops his head and lets out a groan, coming in long stripes over Blaine’s belly and chest. He falls forward, pressed chest to chest with Blaine. He stretches his neck and pressed a sloppy kiss to the underside of Blaine’s jaw.
“You have me.”
+++
Later, they lay in the comfortable silence, Kurt’s head resting in the crook between Blaine’s neck and shoulder, his hand resting on Blaine’s sternum drawing circles onto the thin skin with his fingertips.
“Are you sure I’m doing the right thing?” Kurt asks quietly, his voice high from disuse.
Blaine is quiet for a long moment before finally lifting Kurt’s chin with two fingers until they are eye to eye. Blaine’s gaze is still pained but he forces a smile onto his face.
“I’d love to keep you here for myself,” he starts, “but for purely selfish reasons.”
A small smile blooms over Kurt’s face, “Those reasons are okay.”
“Yeah,” Blaine moves his hand from Kurt’s cheek to card back through his hair. “It’s going to be hard and I’m going to miss you like crazy, Kurt,” his voice cracks with emotion, “but it’s the right thing to do. You shouldn’t be stuck in Lima just because--”
“Don’t you dare say because of you, Blaine Warbler.”
Caught, Blaine blushes and closes his mouth. Kurt leans up on his elbow, looking at Blaine below him. He takes in the flush spreading down his chest, the darker pink of his nipples down to his bellybutton -- only ticklish on the left side Kurt knows, loves that he’s the only one who knows -- and the line of soft hair that disappears beneath the comforter over them. He is filled with so much love for this boy, the love of his life, his everything.
“I’m going to miss you like crazy too,” he gives Blaine a wavering smile, settling back down against him, wrapping his free arm over Blaine, tucking his leg in between Blaine’s.
“I fully expect you to spend the next nine months finding us someplace fabulous to live for when I come up in June.”
“June,” Kurt repeats softly. “That isn’t too far away, is it?”
“Nothing’s too far away for you.”
Rating: Light R
Word Count: ~1600
Spoilers: 4.01 The New Rachel
Summary: Their last night before Kurt leaves for New York.
Notes: Spoiler alert: no actual blowjobs. Just messy grinding. This is about as smutty as I can get for now, sorry.
That last Friday Night Dinner before Kurt leaves is tense. Nobody really says much. Carole has sort of been on edge since the day Finn left and Blaine has been all wistful smiles and watering eyes since earlier in the week when Burt surprised Kurt with the ticket to New York. Kurt keeps one hand tight in Blaine’s under the table as they awkwardly eat one-handedly.
Kurt feels like he’s going crazy. He felt amazing when he went into the Lima Bean to hand in his apron, trying to ignore Kitty sneering at him from the corner; knowing that in a matter of days he’d be in the city of his dreams with one of his best friends. But now with Blaine at his side, all he feels is this crushing sadness. He feels like someone is squeezing around his chest as tightly as possible without ever planning to let go.
And he’s excited to see Rachel. He is. He’s excited to be in New York, even if he isn’t enrolled in classes like he wanted to be. He’s still going to be living his dream - just a slightly altered version. And from her phone calls, she seems to be just as excited about the city as he hopes to be.
Carole and his dad venture to the living room as he and Blaine silently wash up from dinner. They stand at the sink, Kurt washing, Blaine drying, and neither says a word. In an effort to lighten the tension, Kurt bumps Blaine’s hip with his. All it gets him is a tight smile and a light, half-hearted bump back. When he washes the last plate and hands it to Blaine, he dries his hands and presses a quick kiss to his cheek before leaving the kitchen.
When Blaine joins him in the den, Burt and Carole are shrugging on light jackets and slipping into shoes. Blaine looks at Kurt curiously who just smiles.
“We’re going out for dessert,” Carole looks pointedly at Blaine. “You boys be good while we’re gone.”
Kurt hugs his parents, “We will.”
“We’ll be back in an hour,” Burt says, looking less than comfortable with leaving them to themselves, Kurt’s last night in town or not.
“Two,” Carole amends, tugging Burt through the door by his arm. “We’ll be back in two hours.”
When the door closes behind them, Kurt turns and smiles at Blaine, who looks unsure of what to do.
“House to ourselves.”
Blaine nods, looking at the floor.
“Come on. Let’s just watch a movie.” Kurt takes Blaine’s hand and pulls him down next to him on the couch, grabbing the remote and flipping absently through the channels. Blaine leans his head onto Kurt’s shoulder and runs his thumb over Kurt’s fingers where they are intertwined, sighing lightly. He rubs his cheek over the soft fabric of Kurt’s shirt, eyes not focused on where Kurt has found Mean Girls on the television.
“Tomorrow,” Blaine’s voice cracks over the first words he’s said all evening. He chews on the inside of his cheek, pulling back and looking directly at Kurt. “You’re leaving.”
Kurt doesn’t respond, only turns to look at Blaine and nods. He squeezes Blaine’s hand in his and pushes himself up from the couch, keeping their hands tight together. Blaine follows easily, up the stairs and into Kurt’s room.
The door clicks behind them; they don’t bother with the lock.
Blaine looks around to where Kurt’s bag is packed, ready, on top of a stack of boxes. The shelves are mostly bare, the closet full of unused clothes hangers.
He chokes on a sob, throwing himself into Kurt, wrapping his arms tight around him and burying his face in his neck.
“I don’t-” He stops when Kurt puts both his hands on Blaine’s cheeks, pulling their faces close.
Their lips fit perfectly as they always have. Blaine whines into the kiss, his hands moving from around Kurt’s shoulders down to his waist, pulling his body close. His hands scramble along Kurt’s waistband, tugging at his shirt until he reaches the hem, pulling it up and over Kurt’s torso.
The kiss breaks and Kurt fumbles at his belt as Blaine makes quick work of his own shirt and jeans.
They meet, bare skin to bare skin, and moan together, Kurt walking forward until Blaine’s knees hit the bed and he tumbles back. He climbs over Blaine, their legs tangling together, and presses his hips down, immediately groaning at the friction against his aching groin.
Blaine scrambles his hands over Kurt’s back, lifting his hips to meet Kurt’s.
“Kurt,” he moans, “Kurt.”
“I’m right here,” Kurt leans down and whispers against his neck, proving his words with his lips and tongue, pressing onto the pulse point and groaning again.
His fingers trail down Blaine’s sides, running his fingers under the waistband of his boxers. Blaine lifts his hips again, and Kurt tugs them fully off, tossing them over his shoulder and smiling down at Blaine. He reaches down and shimmies out of his own, kicking them off with his toes.
Blaine spreads his knees, and Kurt takes advantage, slotting his body as perfectly to Blaine’s as it always is. When their bodies meet, they immediately bring their mouths together, tongues twisting and licking behind teeth and Blaine wraps his arms fully around Kurt, bringing their hips together frantically.
“Blaine,” Kurt murmurs, “Do you want this to be over this quick?”
Blaine turns his head to the side, eyes screwed shut, whining when Kurt shifts up just a little higher and Blaine’s cock slips behind Kurt’s ball and against his ass.
“Kurt, I want--”
Kurt takes advantage of Blaine’s exposed neck and dips down, sucking a mark below his earlobe, nearly growling at the change in position. “What do you want?”
“I just want you.”
Kurt places his hands on Blaine’s chest, shoving himself up, pushing back against Blaine’s cock, his own red and leaking, rubbing just below Blaine’s belly.
“You have me,” he moans into Blaine’s shoulder, mouthing along the skin there, tongue dipping out to lap up the small beads of sweat. “You have me, Blaine.”
Blaine nods and his breathing picks up, coming out faster than his hips are moving, a high-pitched uh uh uh sound that Kurt knows means he is close. He mimics riding Blaine, one of their favorite positions, lifting up with his thighs, and pressing back harder against Blaine, whose fingers wiggle their way up Kurt’s thighs, gripping tight into the skin.
He lets out a high keen and lifts his hips, heels digging into the mattress to keep his cock in contact with Kurt’s ass as the pleasure spills over and he’s coming onto Kurt’s skin, knowing that the drops of white cover Kurt’s pale skin making it that much better. He huffs out a heavy breath and opens his eyes, a dopey smile overtaking his face.
He laughs and closes his eyes again, bringing a hand from Kurt’s leg to rub over his own face, pushing his sweaty hair out of his eyes. He squeezes Kurt’s thigh with his other hand, lowering it to his cock, swiping his palm over the dripping head and wrapping his fingers tight the way he knows Kurt loves it.
The reaction is almost immediate; Kurt drops his head and lets out a groan, coming in long stripes over Blaine’s belly and chest. He falls forward, pressed chest to chest with Blaine. He stretches his neck and pressed a sloppy kiss to the underside of Blaine’s jaw.
“You have me.”
+++
Later, they lay in the comfortable silence, Kurt’s head resting in the crook between Blaine’s neck and shoulder, his hand resting on Blaine’s sternum drawing circles onto the thin skin with his fingertips.
“Are you sure I’m doing the right thing?” Kurt asks quietly, his voice high from disuse.
Blaine is quiet for a long moment before finally lifting Kurt’s chin with two fingers until they are eye to eye. Blaine’s gaze is still pained but he forces a smile onto his face.
“I’d love to keep you here for myself,” he starts, “but for purely selfish reasons.”
A small smile blooms over Kurt’s face, “Those reasons are okay.”
“Yeah,” Blaine moves his hand from Kurt’s cheek to card back through his hair. “It’s going to be hard and I’m going to miss you like crazy, Kurt,” his voice cracks with emotion, “but it’s the right thing to do. You shouldn’t be stuck in Lima just because--”
“Don’t you dare say because of you, Blaine Warbler.”
Caught, Blaine blushes and closes his mouth. Kurt leans up on his elbow, looking at Blaine below him. He takes in the flush spreading down his chest, the darker pink of his nipples down to his bellybutton -- only ticklish on the left side Kurt knows, loves that he’s the only one who knows -- and the line of soft hair that disappears beneath the comforter over them. He is filled with so much love for this boy, the love of his life, his everything.
“I’m going to miss you like crazy too,” he gives Blaine a wavering smile, settling back down against him, wrapping his free arm over Blaine, tucking his leg in between Blaine’s.
“I fully expect you to spend the next nine months finding us someplace fabulous to live for when I come up in June.”
“June,” Kurt repeats softly. “That isn’t too far away, is it?”
“Nothing’s too far away for you.”